Page 49 of João
She didn’t have to tell me twice; the soft treatment bed must have been made of clouds and cotton fluff the way my muscles molded into it. It had the perfect firmness, not too much to allow my fleshy parts some needed rest.
“First I’m going to exfoliate and deep cleanse your body,” Helena explained, her rich voice creating such intimacy the remaining anxiety evaporated with her words.
“Here, keep your eyes closed. And enjoy,” Master commanded while a warm towel went over my closed eyes.
Music started up all around me, a playlist clearly curated by Master because the first song was one of my current favorites: “Hands” by Alex Isley.
Helena’s hands were magic, her fingers instruments of transformation, her motions over my body a gift sorely needed and appreciated. With aromatic concoctions she performed a cleansing ritual and stripped me of any baggage I might have brought through those doors, leaving my skin, my soul, my self lighter than before. The words of affirmation she showered me with filled my heart with acceptance and satisfaction.
Catharsis. Sometimes you just have to let go.
“Now I’m going to do a moisturizing massage. Your Master wants you to relish this moment.”
“We can trust each other with our passions, still keeping our boundaries, boa menina,” Master whispered as Helena’s hands glided down my shoulders, a different earthier scent now spreading across my skin, reaching the slopes of my breasts, her palms nurturing and titillating at the same time. My nipples begged for contact and she provided them succor, her fingers soft and firm, elongating each tip until they were engorged and moisture gathered between my legs.
“Breathe, boa menina,” Master instructed, and my breath hitched as a hotter drop touched the top of my breasts.
“Wax play, have you ever experienced it?” Helena’s whisper unraveled the questions popping in my head.
“No, never.”
“This wax was specially prepared just for you, with scents your Master thought you’d like.”
“You trust me, boa menina?” It was João asking the question. Yes, it was Master, but this was João—the Dom, the man, the person who somehow trusted me with a side of him seldom seen. And the vulnerability in the question touched my soul.
“Yes, I do, João.”
His breath hitched and released, calm and poised.
“Good. Go ahead, Helena.”
Hot wax the temperature of a girl’s shower after a rough day touched me, little droplets falling onto my breasts and painting my skin. The heat quickly turned to warmth as Helena continued dripping wax over my chest. The hands…again over my body. Her hands moving at his command.
“Plump them for me, Helena.”
“Yes, right there, she liked that, see? See how she’s getting wetter. Mhm, your scent drives me wild, boa menina.”
Nimble fingers massaged wax over my entire body, my senses overwhelmed by the masterful way Helena’s hands traversed over me. Time became just a faint idea in the back ofmy mind. Music flowed through me, in me, as I hummed to the lyrics of my favorite songs. The vibrations in my chest traveled across my veins, the ritual of releasing and receiving lifting a pressure I hadn’t realized was there.
To be seen. To be heard. To be taken care of. To be led.
To be me.
Every muscle yielded to her hands and his voice. I was putty under her hands and malleable under his care.
“Spread your thighs, boa menina.” João’s gritty tone cut through and hit its mark. I opened up just as he intended and just as I wish he would.
“I’m going to take care of some of this…wetness first,” Helena said as if she was talking to him, but before I could figure out what she meant, wet heat lapped straight between my legs.
“Oh, oh, oh.” I couldn’t avoid the moan that escaped as Helena’s talented tongue did its thing between my thighs. All of the appendages of this woman were God’s gifts and anyone under them was extremely blessed. I could only say a brief thanks to God for the gift of pure pleasure.
“This…this ain’t…this is not helping with the wetness,” I managed to say between moans. João’s startled chuckle combined with Helena’s vibrating giggles against my pussy made me clench and release.
“You’re right, but I couldn’t let it go to waste. Here, keep your legs open.” Helena’s warm breath caressed my inner thighs. Everything down there felt damp and sensitive and?—
I startled as a cool, smooth fabric dragged over my heated pussy, efficiently sopping up the excessive wetness that probably was now pooling under me.
“Okay, now that you’re cleansed, we’re beginning the last part. This might hurt…”
