In my travels of the BDSM lifestyle and WIIWD (what it is we do), I have had the opportunity to witness and partake in a precious collection of experiences and just how far the human psyche will endure for that visit to nirvana.
But none of these had prepared me for what awaited me at the accepted invitation to spend the evening with Mistress Vera as a guest in her beautiful home. I had simply been promised “a very exciting evening – one I would not soon forget.”
Upon arrival, I was welcomed by two lovely slave girls dressed in European loincloths, expertly tied so that the material draped over their breast like a flowing waterfall and fell to rest against smooth and tanned thighs.
The smaller of the two, offered me a chilled glass of Pinot and showed me the way to the exterior bathhouse, where Vera was expecting me.
Within the circle I socialize, I had heard of Mistress Vera’s bathhouse, but had never visited before. I smiled as I realized the “exciting evening” I had been promised, would include such a luxury of the infamous Turkish bath.
As I approached the outside of the bathhouse, the welcome mat suggested that if I were indeed going to die today, to please do so after taking my bath, I simply chuckled.
Entering the bathhouse, I was politely shown into a large marbled atrium with approximately 20 topless female slaves, all wearing the same style of draped loincloths over their midriffs. Mistress Vera was about 30 feet to my left, lying on a large marbled table (which I later learned had various temperature controls). We exchanged brief pleasantries and she urged me to enjoy myself.
I was then shown into a small dressing room and handed what looked like a handkerchief, presumably to cover myself.
I walked out of the little dressing room, bare-chested and wearing the three-sizes-too-big wooden flip-flops they had given me. Clip-clopping along, my steadily gathering interest now turning into raw excitement. I noticed just how beautiful all the women in the atrium actually were and although they all had similar characteristics – dark hair, tanned skin; they had apparently been given some kind of tutorial on how to tie their loincloth just so, to cover their private regions, excluding their breasts. Nice touch, I though and such a lovely sight.
Before I could examine their European loincloth-tying techniques any further, my masseuse, ushered me, wordlessly, into another room. Here I beheld a Renaissance painting: women of all ages, shapes and sizes reclining luxuriously on the marble floor, completely nude, having every need met.
Greetings were exchanged and introductions made as I was quietly guided to the center of the room and onto a tall marble platform (like the one I had seen Vera on when I entered). Apparently, there was a bit of voyeurism, as well as exhibitionism that took place amongst the women, and this table in the center of this room would enable all to see me. How delicious!
As I got comfortable on the marble, noticing it was not to cold, nor to warm – and curious as to what was going to happen next, my masseuse took off her expertly tied loincloth and washed herself under the nearby shower. Now completely nude and squeaky clean, she came over to me and with the fingers of an angel, lifted my own wrappings from my body. I laid down on the marble, face first and closed my eyes.
“This must be what heaven is like,” I thought to myself.
Suddenly I could feel her hands all over me, soaping my back, butt, and legs, in between my toes, my arms, fingers, and neck. It was almost as if she had four hands, gently washing in circles. As I lay there, enjoying this sensation, it suddenly dawned on me that two of those were not hands - they were her abundant, large breasts swinging back and forth against my back like cloth strips at a drive-through car wash.
Interrupting me before I could wonder what her other parts were doing, she turned me over. I had just enough time to note that she was sitting cross-legged as she washed me. I must remember to compliment Mistress Vera on her taste in slaves. After my thorough washing, I was escorted to a small area at the side of the large room. Finally out of the limelight of what I had convinced myself was now the ultimate of experiences in WIIWD, I relaxed at bit.
The girl that had been assigned to me smiled and kindly began lathering up my hair. As she worked her lavender-scented soap and fingers through my mane, rinsing it with a copper bowl filled with warm water, I was transformed, naked and innocent as a child. I no longer had any stress or tension left in my body.
She began to ease her comb through my tangles, and relaxing memories of sensual evenings gone by filled my thoughts. I heard her humming softly under her breath, and the angelic sound flooded over me, down my back and legs and pooled gently in my mind, bringing me closer to happy tears than I have been in years.
I would never have guessed that Mistress Vera’s bathhouse would actually end up on my list of Experiences in My Life That Will Always Be Remembered; but it was and will remain. Having the opportunity to be transported to such a euphoric place of complete and total relaxation, I know understand the original promise for “a very exciting evening – one I would not soon forget.”
I look forward to my next invitation.
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Mmmm that is a beautiful vision. It sounds like you had a wonderful experience, I look forward to reading more when your able to get back.
Wow! I recently went to Club Pedestal in London where the house slaves (boys this time) were constantly attentive with bowls of grapes, olives, and glorious foot massages. Mistress Vera’s sounds even better though. Think I’ve found my spiritual home! x
That sounds like an absolutely divine experience. Good for you, Mistress.
Sounds like a beautiful experience. Especially being bathed by your own personal slave. Wish I would have been there! It’s so erotic to me having my hair washed.
That sounds wonderful. Do tell when you go back. I think I’m in the mood for a nice massage now. I wonder who is available to give me one.
How lucky you are to be invited on such a relaxing journey! Thank you for sharing this experience with us.