Since it is your birthday next week, I have decided that you should have
a special experience to celebrate it. I have arranged for you to spend
a few days at a spa in the mountains of northern Nevada. They
specialize in the care and pampering of ladies from around the country,
and due to their remote location, are not hampered by restrictive city
ordinances. I shall escort you, my darling, and will be available for
your companionship at all times.
"If you are finished with your packing, my darling, I will take your
bags to the car and we can be off. The flight leaves in less than two
hours" Finally boarding the Boeing 757 for a flight to Denver, and
then transferring to another flight to Jackpot, Nevada, we settle back
into the gray leather first class seats. Sipping a glass of chilled
wine as we continue to climb through the cloud layer to our final
cruising level of 35,000 feet, you ask me, "Where are we going
specifically, and what is this 'special present' all about." Smiling, I
tell you it is to be a bit of a surprise, but that I think that you will
enjoy it very much.
Later that afternoon, the wheels of the plane touch down at Jackpot with
a chirp, and we roll to a stop at the terminal. Getting our single
bags, we are met by a driver just outside, holding up a white card with
our names on it. "My dear, the driver will take us to the lodge,
located in the town of Rowland. It is about a 45 minute ride from here."
Continuing up the sinuous, winding road, we finally come around a bend
and slow to a stop in front of a massive and elaborate set of double
doors. Our bags in hand, we pass through the doors to find ourselves in
the courtyard of a modern, single level house of some sorts. A wooden
bridge leads to the front door, as the ground drops to a lower level.
Beyond the first part of the house, another section or wing extends off
behind some trees in the rear. "I know you expected to find some log
cabin out here my love, but not something transported from the pages of
We are greeted at the door by a young lady in a sky blue dress who tells
us that she will see us to our rooms. Passing beside a large brick
fireplace, and bar, we go again outside, over another wooden bridge to
the second wing. Separating the two wings, below us, is a stream and
pool, and the abundance of trees, flower arbors, and lush shrubs makes
us forget that we are in the deserts of northern Nevada.
Entering the next wing, the young girl points out my small room to the
left, and then escorts you to your room overlooking the central garden.
You walk down the carpeted hallway to your room, where you are directed
to unpack and after taking a quick shower, to don one of the white robes
with gold trim, hanging in the closet.
Still a bit damp from your shower, you recline on the bed, wondering
about the strange building in the desert, and the unusual experience I
have arranged for you. After a short wait, another young girl in a
similar white robe comes for you and escorts you to an enclosed
courtyard, open to the sky. In the center of the tile floor is a raised
table, padded in purple leather. You are directed to remove your robe
and lie down on the smooth table. The afternoon sun shines on your nude
body, warming you with it's rays. One of the young girls has you place
a gold sleeping mask over your eyes, to "protect you from the glare."
hear the quiet sounds of padded feet on the tile, and then feel the soft
touch of delicate hands running down your shoulders to your wrists. Then
a second set of hands are doing the same along the outside of your legs.
With a sigh of pleasure and anticipation, you give yourself up to the
delicious feeling of being stroked. Now, yet a third set of hands,
begins to spread a scented oil between your breasts, gently spreading
the oil over your stomach, and back over your breasts. The slick
attention to your breasts causes your nipples to harden slightly. Now,
oil is applied to your legs and arms also. As the oil is massaged into
the soft inner surface of your thighs, your legs part slightly,
revealing your lovely velvet valley. Now, all three sets of hands are
caressing you, coating you with a thin sheen of the aromatic oil.
You feel a coolness, as a thick creme is spread over your love
triangle. After a few minutes, a hot cloth removes the cool creme.
Curious, you reach between your legs to find all traces of pubic hair
removed. As your hand moves over your mons, you feel only a smooth
slickness, and imagine what you look like. A warm hand replaces yours
and continues to massage the scented oil into your love triangle. As a
fingertip, coated with oil, dips into your valley, you tense a moment
from the pleasurable sensations arising from your loins. The absolute
silence of the young girls, combined with the total darkness of the
mask, makes you wonder if this is all a dream. Relaxed again, you just
savor the continued stroking of your little nubbin, hiding within your
After a little while, one of the girls has you turn over on your
stomach, but asks you to keep your mask on. Settled into a comfortable
position, you feel the same warm oil applied to your back, and rounded
cheeks. As one set of hands massages your shoulders, and another your
legs, the third set of hands kneads your cheeks, delving into the crack,
seeming to search out your crinkled rosebud. You wait with anticipation
as a slippery finger traces little circles around your opening.
The delicate touch causes you to clench your cheeks at times. As you
are starting to relax a bit, one of the girls tells you they will be
taking your temperature, and not to be alarmed at the cool slickness of
the thermometer. As you lay there quietly, you feel a cool penetration
as the well lubed thermometer descends into your rectum. After entering
you about four inches, a warm hand placed on your cheeks steadies the
thick glass shaft. Waiting, you feel the thermometer being twisted
around, and being pulled out a little and then returned to it's previous
depth. The subtle feelings of the slick friction as you lay there
starts a tingling in your loins and a slight moistening of your love
tunnel. You move slightly on the table, but the motion only increases
your awareness of the cool tube jutting from your slippery cheeks.
Finally, the thermometer is slowly withdrawn and read. "Your
is within limits, and I think you are ready for the next level."
Again, you feel a cool probe touch your rosebud. Thicker than the
thermometer, it stretches your sphincter a little as it is slowly pushed
deep into your rectum, but then the diameter becomes smaller again,
allowing you to squeeze the rigid tube without pushing it out. One of
the girls continues to move the probe in and out, and the constant
friction starts those wonderful feelings emanating from your lower
regions. Nothing really specific yet, just a warm glow spreading from
your rosebud up to your velvet valley.
Hearing a light click, you feel a soft warmness start to fill your
rectum. You are a little surprised to be receiving an enema! But the
flow of warm water into your bowels certainly concentrates your full
attention on the erotic feelings you are experiencing. As you clench
your cheeks, squeezing the nozzle embedded inside you, you feel a
dampness starting to flow between your lips as your excitement rises.
Your mind wanders with the images of you lying there in the sun,
attended by an unknown number of young attendants, as the warm water
continues to flow gently. When the person who inserted the nozzle
starts to move it in and out, you squirm with a sudden desire to be
I can see you laying there, the slender tube disappearing between your
cheeks as the several young ladies continue to stroke your body, and
massage the scented oil into your sun drenched skin. Your bowels are
filled to capacity with the warm water, your delicate lips protrude with
suppressed passion, and you start to wiggle about the padded table. With
a teasing slowness, the nozzle is pulled from your grasping opening.
With your head cradled in your arms, you move your hips up and down
slightly, trying to ease the fullness in your bowels. The movement only
serves to heighten the sensations emanating from your bare love triangle.
As you squirm on the table, you feel a greased finger slowly start up
your slippery passage, replacing the enema nozzle. To your surprise, a
second finger starts it's journey into the depths of your love tunnel as
well. As the two fingers penetrate you, one of the young ladies softly
pinches one of your erect nipples. You can feel yourself becoming
wetter than before under the expert stimulation and attention.
The two fingers start to move back and forth, stirring your juices. You
can feel the finger in your rectum caressing the smooth walls, bathed in
the warm water captured inside you. The other finger moves slowly back
and forth your special spot inside. The double stimulation continues as
another assistant starts to caress your other breast with her oil
moistened hands. As your breath sharpens, you tense up, only to relax
once again. You clench your cheeks together in response to the erotic
probing of your rectal passage.
Your sweet valley is now literally dripping with your love juices as you
move your hips back and forth with abandon. As you raise your hips in
tense response to the stimulation, you feel yet another finger slide
between your legs to rest between your bare and well moistened lips. It
traces little peacock tracks across your sensitive nubbin, sending you
over the edge. You press your hips tightly against the table, and
capture the finger against your little nubbin. your cheeks tighten,
straining to hold in your enema while wave after wave of pleasure flows
over your body. Your senses are stimulated by the multiple hands
you, and especially the two fingers buried in your twin passages. Your
internal contractions squeeze those fingers in a vice like grip, as you
strain and shudder through a most erotic orgasm.
You lie in the sun, spent for the moment, the fullness of your enema
complementing the warm lingering rush of your orgasm.
Called from my room shortly after you, my love, I have watched silently
from the shade of overhanging roof. Wearing only a white cotton robe
and sandals, my rigid shaft tries to push through the thin material as i
watch you being pleasured by the young attendants. Seeing you receive
your enema, and the pleasure it gave you makes me want to stroke my
throbbing shaft through the light cotton robe.
I see you now, on your knees, head down on the pillow, your lovely
posterior raised to the sky. Your still dripping portal gapes open with
pleasure as the young girls slowly stoke your warm flanks and back. One
of the young girls comes over to me and whispers in my ear that it is
A low stool has been placed at the end of your table, and as I stand on
it, I find that my erect member is at just the right height to penetrate
your dark and wet passage. the girl on the right of me places a cool
hand on my shaft to steady it, and then proceeds to coat the head and
shaft with a warm gel, like liquid silk to the touch. Covered
completely, my shaft is gently guided until the purple crown is just
touching your little brown rosebud, still slick with the vaseline from
your recent enema.
While two girls hold your hips immobile, I am gently pushed from behind,
as the girl on my right guides my shaft to it's destination. As the
spongy head parts your relaxed opening, I feel it slide past your
sphincter and dip into the warm water captured inside you. I can't
describe the glorious pleasure of entering that warm pool with my
throbbing shaft, your slick walls gripping my member with waves of
contractions as you react to the delightful friction.
Left to my own, I start moving in and out, slowly, savoring the
exquisite tightness, the velvet grip, the surprising wetness as I enter
you deeply. It seems that my motion acts as a hydraulic pump,
transferring the pressure waves all throughout your body. You start to
moan with pleasure, pushing back against me as I enter you with each
drawnout stroke of my hips. I feel you begin to tense up and strain as
you feel the beginnings of a massive climax starting deep within you.
Your increased breathing and the ever more frequent contractions of your
sphincter as I continue my slow even strokes, seem to draw me ever
deeper inside you.
I feel the boiling sperm inside me straining for release. My shaft
throbs with the onset of my orgasm. Starting deep within my rectal
passage, my prostate quivers with anticipation, my cheeks squeeze
together tightly, and an increasing pressure builds inside me. I am
well past the point of no return. With a loud groan, I pull your hips
forcefully towards me, crushing you against my loins, my jerking rod
buried all the way inside your flooded passage. Up from inside me a
white hot jet of my essence boils over, shooting out the end of my shaft
with a rush, and mixing with the warm water filling your rectum. A
pause, and then a second gusher is ripped from my insides. It feels
like I am being turned inside out with the strength of my orgasm. I am
of your loud moaning and crying, your body writhing on the table with
uncontrolled passion. My whole being is centered on my throbbing and
jetting shaft. My bare toes grip my sandals like a vice, my hands
squeeze your hips almost painfully as I pull you tightly towards me,
unaware that I can go no deeper within your body.
With a final, shuddering gasp, I unload yet a third gushing stream into
your sodden passage, and finally start to release the pressure on your
hips and thighs. My knees are weak from the extreme pleasure of my
orgasm, and one of the young girls holds my shoulder to steady me. As I
start to recover, my member very slowly starts it's slippery retreat.
You slump down on the table, completely drained from the erotic
As soon as the head of my shaft returns to the light, one of the nimble
assistants slides a medium sized butt plug inside your well pleasures
passage to prevent the expulsion of your enema just yet. I step off the
low stool, and walk over to a soft couch where I sit in the shade and
recover. I am handed a frosty glass with a mix of lime juice, mint
leaves and ice to sip.
The other maidens help you from the table, still wearing your mask. One
of them holds your butt plug firmly inside you as you are escorted to
While you are expelling your enema and being showered again, I return to
my room and a cool shower also.
Drying off, I again don a white cotton robe and sandals, and walk across
the wooden bridge to the bar area that we passed as we came in. Sitting
on a white leather couch, I am handed another cool drink by one of the
many young ladies who seem to be the only staff present. I look forward
to seeing you when you come from your shower.
Hearing the door open behind me, I turn and see you enter the room. Your
eyes sparkle with pleasure and life, your step has a spring to it I have
not seen often. "Welcome back, my darling! You look very relaxed after
your shower, are you enjoying your stay here, so far?