Realy doesn't seem to be happening for me tonight but here's a little update :-)

Pt 3

Although she had been warned, Rosie was not prepared for just how painful the salt-scrub was. She knew that is was quite a normal part of spa treatments and was a great exfoliant but she assumed it must not be administered this hard or aggressively in those circumstances! Across her flat chest was the worst – as her torturer moved down her body, Rosie had to glance down to check that her nipples were still there! She had been unsure about the need for the restraints before, believing that she could stand and endure anything that she was put through on her way to the dining table and the bellies of hungry restaurant patrons but every instinct was trying to force her to break free and get away from the man who was inflicting such pain on her delicate young skin.

Rosie was biting her lip hard to keep from screaming but, from the next cubical, she could hear that Emma was not maintaining that same level of self control. If she had thought her sensitive young nipples being scrubbed was bad, it was nothing compared to when he reached her inner thighs and vulva, even rubbing the salt between her tender young lips and onto her clit which felt as if it was on fire. She would have imagined that having a handsome young man fingering her pussy in this way should have been a pleasurable experience but this was anything but!

Once he had made it down to her toes, the young man released the restraints and held Rosie’s hand for balance as she turned around and allowed herself to be secured once again, this time facing the back wall so that he could scrub her back and bottom. Of course she had been prepared for some pain – being cooked alive was never going to be all unicorns and rainbows, but this was far more than she had anticipated. Mercifully, the young man did his work quickly and was soon helping her to rinse off the salt.

“I promise you the next bit is more fun!” He grinned at her. “We used to have different people do the salt scrub and the butter massage but they started letting us do both so we don’t feel like you die hating us!” Despite her stinging, tingling skin, Rosie could not help but smile and giggle a little. She knew he had taken no pleasure in the pain he caused her – it was simply part of the preparation process and that was, after all, what she had knowingly and very willingly agreed to.

Carefully, still holding her hand as he knew how unsteady girls could be on their feet after the scrub-down, the young man helped Rosie out of the shower and into a fairly open part of the kitchen where he rubbed her down with a clean towel. The towel was very soft but it still stung against her red-raw skin. Emma was already standing there dry and waiting for her butter-rub, her skin pink and her cute face stained with tears but managing to smile, knowing that her suffering had all been in the service of making her delicious. As the young man who had been seeing to Rosie took the towel away and went to retrieve the butter for her massage, Bobbi emerged from her shower, looking pink and fresh and apparently genuinely happy.

“Wow!” the tom-boy grinned, “That felt great, didn’t it?” The other girls looked at the naked, dripping, raw-skinned girl with a fair degree of incredulity. “What?” she looked genuinely confused, “You didn’t think so? I’ve never felt so clean in my life! Can’t wait for this butter rub!”