“Um…nice to meet you.” Jillian nodded to both of them and the green-haired Mistress Sollasolew nodded back genially.
“Nice to meet you,” the bald mistress with the purple fringe of hair murmured drowsily, not even opening her eyes. She looked so relaxed she was almost asleep, Jillian thought.
“Well, now that the introductions are over, let’s get down to business. I have been dying for a spa day!” Mistress Douchenbag remarked, climbing onto the table beside Mistress Sollasolew. She turned her head to the side to talk to the other woman and a third burly bodyslave began to smooth oil over her bare back at once.
“Little Mistress? Are you ready for your massage?”
Kalis’s deep, rumbling voice made Jillian jump. Turning, she saw that he was waiting patiently for her beside the fourth massage table, holding a bottle of massage oil.
“Oh, um…right.” She nodded quickly. “Yup, all ready.”
Kalis gave her an inquisitive frown.
“Then would you like to remove your towel and get onto the table?”
“Um, yes. I suppose I will.”
Jillian lay face down on the padded table and then, awkwardly, she reached beneath her to loosen the towel. For a moment she just laid there, trying to get up the courage to drape the towel over the side of the table. She reminded herself that the other three Mistresses were middle-aged women—the same as her. Also, with any luck, she was never going to see any of these people again after today.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled the towel free, baring herself completely.
“I’ll take that for you, little Mistress,” Kalis rumbled, whisking it away. Leaning closer, he murmured in her ear, “Would you like me to use the blindfold protocol? Would it make you less nervous?”
“Um…no. No, that will be okay,” Jillian murmured. After all, none of the other bodyslaves was blindfolded and the three Mistresses seemed completely at ease with their bodies. Maybe nudity was just more accepted in their culture and it was no big deal to get a naked massage from a big, muscular man.
“Very well, little Mistress—I’ll start with a warm towel to loosen your muscles if I may?” Kalis asked.
“Sure, that would be nice,” Jillian agreed. She turned her head to one side on the small pillow at the top of the table, which molded at once to fit the side of her face and cradled her neck gently. It had a faint floral scent, like lavender and lilac and some other fragrance she couldn’t name, but which was delicate and sweet.
Kalis laid a hot, damp towel over her back and shoulders and buttocks, which really did feel nice, Jillian thought. She was trying not to feel so on edge but it seemed weird to get a naked massage in the same room as three other women—none of which she really knew very well. But since they all seemed perfectly comfortable, she tried to project the same image—though inside she was still as tight as a wire.
“Now then, let’s get started with some lapsong oil,” Kalis murmured. Taking the towel away, he poured out a generous palmful of some pink oil and rubbed his hands together briskly before placing them on Jillian’s shoulders. “Hmm, you’re so tense, little Mistress!” he remarked in a low voice. “Let’s see if we can do something about that, all right?”
“Um…okay,” Jillian murmured. She was doing her best to loosen up, but she had never had a massage from a man before—especially not one as big and muscular as Kalis. In fact, she hadn’t been touched intimately by a man in over two years, since her ill-fated marriage with Brad had ended, so she couldn’t help feeling nervous.
“Easy, little Mistress. Seven Hells, so very tight,” Kalis growled softly. He rubbed his big, warm hands up and down her spine and over her shoulders using firm, steady pressure but not digging any deeper at first. It seemed to Jillian that he was concentrating on relaxing her before he truly started the massage.
And to her deep surprise, after a moment, it actually seemed to be working.
Slowly, her knotted muscles began to loosen under the big Kindred’s hands and her breathing—which had been tense and shallow—began to even out. She felt a sense of dreamy calm stealing over her as the soft flute music played in the background and the Kindred’s big hands caressed her.
“There you are, little Mistress,” Kalis murmured soothingly as he rubbed even more of the warm pink oil into her bare body. “That’s right, just relax and let me take care of you.”
“You…you don’t have to call me ‘little Mistress,” Jillian murmured. “I’m Jillian—just Jillian is fine. Or my friends call me ‘Jilly.’”
“Couldn’t call you that,” Kalis objected mildly. “It’s disrespectful to shorten a female’s given name. But I suppose I could call you Mistress Jillian, if you prefer.”
“I’m not really your Mistress, though,” Jillian protested, but without heat this time. She was feeling calmer and calmer the more he rubbed, she thought—it was like his big, warm hands were magic.