Sub Southern Girl in Minnessota Ch. 03

So far, the trial weekend had gone very well. Master had been very pleased with my obedience, my behavior while being whipped in the dungeon, and my skills both oral and while fucking him. It hadn’t been easy, peeing in the yard on a leash, not cumming while fucking Sir, and eating in a nice restaurant while wearing a heavy leather collar and cuffs, but I had not only pleased Master but I had also found my place. On the other side, Master had been everything I hoped he would be, considerate, but demanding and controlling to an appropriate level.

Master had told me to shower and make myself ready for a busy Saturday. I didn’t know what Sir had planned other than a party that evening. I quickly showered, shaved, and did my make up. I debated on doing an enema but decided to wait since Master had said to get dressed, so we must be going somewhere. My ass had lost the bright red color from the dungeon, but several red stripes remained as well as a surprisingly small amount of bruising. I put my collar and cuffs back on and took the dress down to the maids closet near the back door.

I met Master in the kitchen, he was dressed casually with chinos and a polo shirt, but still had a commanding presence about him. Sir grabbed one of my still very tender nipples and pulled me to him for a long deep kiss.

Master has a small area of yard he calls “the lawn” with astroturf that has electric heat underneath as well as a couple of heat lamps that help keep that area snow free. Master had explained that his late wife had a couple of dogs that needed that outside area during the Minnesota winters to both play and do their business.

Master snapped a leash onto my collar and led me back out to the lawn. I immediately turned to face Sir, squatted, peed, wiped my cunt with my fingers and sucked them clean. Master smiled and looked very pleased.

Sir led me back into his den, sat in his overstuffed leather chair and motioned for me to kneel between his legs. Sir used my leash to pull me even closer. Master stroked my hair and caressed my cheek, before lifting my chin to look directly into his eyes.

Master spoke softly, “I am extremely pleased with you this weekend. You have met or exceeded my every hope and expectation. Are you still convinced that serving as my submissive is what you truly desire?”

I swallowed hard before answering, “Master, this has been an amazing experience. I am even more convinced that my place is here at Sir’s feet, serving him as his submissive, however Master may choose to use me. Sir has shown me that he is everything I hoped he would be. It would be heartbreaking not to be allowed to serve you.”

Master smiled deeply and asked, “Then this morning I want to start to mold you into what we both seem to desire. Today’s changes will be surface, tomorrow, if you still agree I will mark you as mine. Do you consent.”

I was trying not to cry, “Oh yes Master, make me yours.”

Master smiled and told me, “Turn around, ass up, tits on the floor.”

As soon as I was in position, I felt Master’s finger at my rosebud. Two lubed fingers went up my ass stretching me, fucking my ass. The fingers withdrew and I felt the tip of a plug start to push its way into me. It stretched me more than I was used to and stung as the wide part passed through my ring, Master pushed until it was fully seated in my ass. I could feel the weight inside me and the flange against the outside of my ass keeping it from going any deeper.

Master slapped my ass and told me to crawl to the maid’s closet, get dressed and wait for him there. As I crawled away from Master, I put an extra sway in my hips and kept my knees further apart. I knew Master was watching and I wanted Sir to enjoy what was his. At the maid’s closet I checked out the plug that was in my ass. The outside flange had Master’s initials embossed, the sight thrilled me. My first marking as his. I slipped the dress on. It was a wrap dress, finger tip length, low cut enough to show cleavage even without a bra. As I was checking everything out in the mirror Master came in behind me, reached around and cupped and squeezed my breasts with both hands and pulled me back against him. He removed my cuffs but left the collar around my neck. He took my leash and led me out to the garage. Once we were both in the car, Master fiddled with his phone and I was shocked the plug in my ass started a low vibration, which Master immediately ramped up to one that made my ass explode, before slowly lowering it back down to low minimal level. Master gave me an evil grin I had never seen before.

As we were driving Master told me, “I am taking you to a spa. They have specific instructions on what I want. Your role is to be polite and obedient. You have no decisions to make and no say on what they are going to do. Relax, enjoy, be obedient, and do not disappoint me.”

I answered, “Yes Master, I understand, I will not fail you.”

We arrived at a very nice looking building. Master came around, helped me out of the car, took my leash and led me into the beautiful lobby. At the desk, Master gave his name, the receptionist checked the computer and then picked up a folder on her desk. Master signed a couple of forms, removed my collar, kissed me and said he would be back to pick me up when they called to tell him I was ready. I felt a twinge as I watched him walk out the door.

A young lady appeared and took me back to a small dressing room. She told me to leave my shoes, clothing and any jewelry in the locker, and to put on their slippers and robe. I debated on whether Master’s plug counted as jewelry but couldn’t bring myself to remove it.

Once I was ready, I stepped out of the room, and she led me to another room with massage tables. Without asking she removed my robe and told me to lay face down on one of the tables. As I was relaxing naked on the table, I saw a young Swedish hunk walk in, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, big muscular chest, I immediately nicknamed him Odin. If you Googled hunk or Norse God, you got his picture.

He introduced himself as my masseuse and asked if I had any physical issues he needed to know about. When I replied no, he started to massage warm scented oil into my skin starting at my neck and shoulders. He found knots I didn’t know I had and skillfully worked them out. I simply melted into his fingers. When he had worked his way down to my ass, he said nothing about my vibrating plug or the stripes and bruises on my ass, though he did work out the knots under some of the bruises. I felt him move my legs further apart so he could work the inside of my thighs. He was quite forceful in working the large muscles in my thighs. I was sure I was not only wet, but probably leaving a puddle on his table, especially as he worked on my feet stretching out the tendons knotted from constant heels.

The moment of truth came when he told me to roll over. I was now looking into those bright blue eyes as he poured the warm oil over my tits and worked the muscles around them. I could see and feel my nipples were rock hard, even as he worked down my arms and stretched out the tendons in my hands. He worked down my right leg, then back up my left leg. When he got back up to my hips on the left side he checked the folder, then removed the small towel covering my groin and worked the warm oil in and around my labia, just when I reached the edge he moved up and started to work on my left arm.

He saw the look I was giving him. He smiled and simply said, “Your Master said ‘No’.”

When Odin finished, he covered me with a sheet and a heavy blanket, turned off the lights and left. I was mush, a very horny frustrated mush. The lights came back on but dim, and the young girl removed the heavy blanket, helped me up, wrapped me in the sheet, took me to an adjoining shower room, and told me to shower off the excess oil.

Even after showering my skin felt silky soft from the oil. The girl handed me back my robe and helped me put the slippers back on. She then led me into what appeared to be a hair salon. I’m very fussy with my hair, but it only took a moment for me to remind myself that I should trust my Master and obey his wishes.

I asked the stylist what she had planned but she shook her head no and motioned me to her chair. She put the apron over me and a mask on my eyes. The chair tilted back, and she started working with my hair. I realized that my only choice was to relax and enjoy whatever she was doing and to trust Master. She washed my hair, worked on it for a while and then washed it again. I knew she had done something to color my hair but was just hopeful I wasn’t going to be a blonde. She blow dried my hair and then I started to hear the feared sound of scissors, restyling my hair. Before she started my hair was black, straight and about nipple length.

She finally finished with my hair, removed the mask and spun me around to face the mirror. I gasped in amazement. It was gorgeous. My black hair now had a burgundy hue to it with even more burgundy highlights. It was shaped around my face and only about shoulder length. I don’t know who had advised Master, but it was perfect for my face shape and color.

The stylist had a look of some trepidation when she first removed my mask as to what my reaction would be. But when she saw my reaction and smile, she clearly relaxed and gave me a huge smile back. She gave me some tips for taking care of it and explained that the proper shampoo and conditioner would be in the basket they would give me when I left.

My young girl guide magically appeared and led me down a hall to a door marked “Make Up and Nails.” A young Asian girl met me at the door and led me to her chair.