Post Party Spa

Emily ushered the three ladies to the front door and saw them off. She returned to the dining room and headed toward Sarah, intending to release her first.

"Not quite yet, my dear," cautioned Elizabeth, who was standing nearby. "I was not quite finished," she explained, and then she straddled Sarah's waiting mouth again.

Emily turned to release the other women from the chairs, first turning off the vibrators, then carefully removing them, and only afterward lifting the seats and undoing the various straps.

The sound of Liz's pissing echoed through the room, as did the audible gulps coming from Sarah. Ellie removed the clamps from her own nipples with a wince.

Liz finished up and had Sarah clean her one last time with her tongue. Liz looked down at her and stroked the side of her face once again, as she had at the start of the tea party. "My dear," she said. "You were perfect." Then, she turned and left.

While Emily released Sarah, the four untouched women emerged from the kitchen and began to clean up. Bondage gear was wiped down and put away, the table cleared, and the chairs wheeled into the servants' wing for storage.

Sarah stretched. She was exhausted and felt sick. 'Too much piss,' she thought. She felt bloated. "Don't barf!" said Emily. "Come, let me." She picked Sarah up easily, and carried her to the restroom. 'She has the most amazing breasts,' thought Sarah.

Emily set her on a toilet -- 'a porcelain toilet' thought Sarah -- and Sarah immediately relieved herself. When she was finished, Emily carefully wiped her, then picked her up again and effortlessly carried Sarah out of the house. She walked a short distance across a yard and into another, smaller house -- though still quite a bit larger than the house where Sarah lived.

"Remember how I said there'd be a spa?" asked Emily. "Liz lets us use the guest house for the weekend after." Sarah looked around and saw that the other servants from the party had already arrived.

She still felt queasy, and Emily suggested that she head straight to bed. Sarah agreed, so Emily again carried her, this time up the stairs and down a hallway, where she carefully set Sarah into a bed, and tucked her in. Sarah fell asleep immediately.

She slept soundly through the night. When she woke up, light was streaming in to the room. She sensed someone next to her, so she turned with a start. Ellie was sprawled on the other side of the bed, still asleep, and still completely naked.

Sarah got up and went downstairs. She couldn't find her clothes, but figured it couldn't possibly matter yet, so she remained nude. Susie was in the kitchen cooking something, and Emily, who was clothed, rose from the couch and gave her a hug.

Sarah pointed upstairs. "Ellie..." she started.

"It seems Ellie was feeling quite protective of you," said Emily, "and insisted on sleeping there. I suppose it's because she knows Sasha a bit too well. Now, how about some breakfast? Susie's cooking!"

"How about some clothes?" asked Sarah. Emily smiled and pointed to the corner of the living room, where the buckets from the day before were cluttering a corner.

Sarah put on her clothes and followed Emily to the kitchen. "How are you feeling?" asked Emily.

"Gross," said Sarah. "I can't believe I did that. Oh God, and Kate Donohue was there, why didn't you tell me! And... how was she there? She doesn't seem like the power type."

"Elizabeth wanted it to be a surprise. And Kate is actually unbelievably rich, she's just a professor because she wanted to do something when she was younger," said Emily.

"Well, it was a huge surprise," said Sarah wryly.

The women in the house spent the rest of the day relaxing. Eventually Ellie woke up and gave Sarah a hug. They shared a talk about Sasha, and Ellie insisted on seeing Sarah's tits. Sarah bared them and for the first time realized there were some fine red stripes across them where Sasha had whipped her.

In the afternoon, a masseuse came by to give massages to anyone who didn't mind their body being touched.

That night they shared a dinner, again cooked by Susie. It turned out Susie was a professional chef, considered a young up-and-comer. She was looking for a way to open her own restaurant and had stumbled into Liz's mentorship.

"I rather like it," she said. "It's sort of... I don't know if 'sweet' is the right word, but, I don't know, despite the bondage, the play-acting really seems kind of innocent."

Sarah snorted. "Sasha whipped my tits pretty damn hard, though. And the other stuff they did to me..."

Debbie said, "No, I agree with Susie. And you pretty much asked for that kinky shit, sister. You have to own it."

Ellie put her arm around Sarah. "I love you Sarah, but they're right, you know. And I thought was you did was pretty fucking hot. I just wish I got to see it, instead of just hear it."

Sarah laughed. "Maybe it's the Stockholm Syndrome talking but after hanging out with you all today, it doesn't really seem all that bad."