Preparation for Submission

Wendy walks with purpose down the first floor hallway. She had been to her room with its two beds and traditional art showing a man carrying two women away from a burning village, their wet pussies clearly visible over his shoulder, their asses painted just the subtlest shade of pink, from embarrassment or punishment is left to the users imagination. Wendy's imagination said that it was probably both. Not that it mattered, as she had barely been in that room for an hour. Most of the girls had spent the first day sulking, trying to come to terms with their lives being torn to shreds to appease some sick faceless audience. Wendy wasn't like that.

She'd gone to the dining hall, where three others were eating. The girls had introduced themselves as Ashley, Yua, and Maricela. Yua had stressed that she was the CEO, tried to enforce her position, her stature on the woman, but soon it was clear that even she wasn't interested in interacting with Wendy. The conversation had been lively when Wendy had arrived. It died down when she came in. She thought she heard it pick up as she left. That's what happens when you are **** to share the same meal with your enemy.

Though Wendy didn't think of it that way. She was Master's ex and sure, she was submissive, but she didn't need to, didn't want to make others like her. In fact, it was quite the opposite. SHE should be the one angry with them. Thinking back on it, she tries to quell her anger.

Wendy finds her destination. She was surprised it wasn't packed, though maybe she should be thankful for that. After that awkward lunch filled with silence, she wanted to relax. And when you were teleported to a resort out of nowhere, who wouldn't immediately head to the location labeled as spa on the map?

It was odd though. There was no receptionist. On that desk was a piece of hotel stationary. During the course of this game, the masseur's duties will be handled by magical forces, there is no invisible being responsible, so please try to make yourself comfortable.

Wendy sighed, but she sort of expected something like this. So far, she'd not seen a single person in this resort other than the 7 people she'd seen when she had been **** to fight in that weird sex game thing. Though she had to admit just how hot that was. And Master...

She tried to push that thought from her mind, as she walked into the changing room. She was dressed in a cute saree of red. She didn't normally dress traditional in her day to day life, but after walking out of that tunnel where she had woken up in biker gear and then promptly being stripped, only to then have to find her new room while naked, she wanted the extra coverage and this dress was both the most covering and the easiest to put on for her. Now it finds its way to a locker, as she wraps the provided towel around herself. The only thing she continues to wear is that collar, the one that says Master's Ex. She had thought of changing it, as coming to her room she found quite a few others, with various words on them like Beautiful **** and Soft Submissive, but this one was alright, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about advertising her fetish or have some other humiliating words across her throat. Being his ex was at least factually true, and not something humiliatingly also true.

Walking in, she decides to just try to do what is expected, laying down on the table. She tries to relax, closing her eyes. She feels cool stuff applied to her face, a facial. The hands are gentle, working the mixture into her face as she relaxes. They cover her eyes in the traditional way, and she relaxes. Her mind relaxes, as the hands rub and work on her face. She doesn't know how long she lays there, as she tries to let go of everything, to just lose herself in the tender care of a professional. She never opens her eyes, she doesn't want to see the cream fly through the air on invisible fingers. She wants to relax, and the tender fingers help her do so. Part of her wonders if she fell asleep, as she lays there.

She feels the bed moving beneath her, the table moving like a medical gurney. Maybe this would be disconcerting to somebody afraid of this place, but Wendy just wants to go with the flow. She doesn't even fight as gentle hands reach for her towel removing it from her. And she is rewarded, as she enters the next room, she feels a warm stone placed on her tight core, hands soon rubbing along the muscles beneath. Though as the hands continue their expert massage, she is broken from the pure relaxation by a voice.

"Hello. I guess we both had the same idea." Wendy tightens a bit, before the hands rub just a bit firmer. She tries to relax. "Yeah, I guess so. Are you enjoying it? And I guess I'll say that I'm Wendy, Wendy Kumari." "Yeah, they really are experts, I've never felt a massage this good. I'm Callie, Callie Newton. I work in IT."

There is an awkward pause, as both women lay there naked, their bodies massaged, but the tension in the room sort of ruining any real relaxation. The masseurs do their work, but in the end, one can't **** someone to relax. Callie is the one to try to break the tension. "I... I sort of have that same transformation as you. Fantasies Come True, I think it was. The one where you've always had fantasies..."

Callie grows mute, as she waits to hear how Wendy responds. She doesn't know how to feel as Wendy responds with a heavy sigh. "Ah, so you are the fan favorite. That's how Yuki described my transformation, right?" There are a tense few moments. "So, you're submissive."

Callie feels panic rise into her voice. "Yes, I mean, no, I mean, well, I've never really had any experience like that. I've had a few boyfriends, but I never brought it up with them and..." Somewhere, Yuki laughs, as Callie's trademark overexplaining makes Wendy laugh. "It's ok. I don't find you disgusting for it. If anything, we're sort of sisters in that I guess. I've always felt I was submissive, always felt like I never had an outlet. Master couldn't satisfy me as a dominant back then anyways." Her body flushes as she says that word. "Right, I forgot that other change for a moment."

There is an awkward silence for a moment. "So how is Ben, err, Master? I mean, have you two talked yet?" Wendy frowns, this conversation feeling like it will age her far beyond the spa's ability to treat her. "No. I tried to knock at his door earlier, and I heard movement inside, but he never came out and talked to me. No one else seems to want to either. If anything, you seem overeager to talk."

Callie pushes into the quiet as Wendy stops for a full minute. "We can talk, you know. It's good to talk things through..." Wendy sighs, before deciding to give in. "Fine. I should be angry at Master. But along with that surge of pleasure whenever I say his name, I can't help but feel like that chapter of my life was left painfully open. Like I wanted it to not end that way. So another chance with him doesn't feel too bad, even though I should be angry about wasting money on college only for him to break down my door and spirit me away to this place. But then there's this whole... thing. This isn't some honeymoon, but a competition with a bunch of women who don't want to be here, and I don't want them to be here with Master."

"Oh. You, uh, don't want to share him, huh." "Yeah. Master is my boyfriend. I'm submissive, yes, but I'm not a doormat. You all have no right to him, and I find this whole show annoying in that regard. You're all being paraded naked in front of him, and as his girlfriend, I feel like I can be justifiably angry at that."

"But you're not his girlfriend, you're his ex. You can't blame a girl for trying when he's still on the market, right?" Callie says this without thinking, only to shrink as she realizes that only she was like that. An inadvertent admission.

Wendy, for her part, merely sighs again. "I... well, fine, it's stupid on my part. Master isn't mine. But you can't help how you feel, you know?" This last statement is not said with anger, but with desperation. And Callie understands. She knows how it feels to have your logical mind say one thing and your emotional mind say another. To know that almost assuredly she didn't arrive here a submissive, when clearly she was. To know that she should probably get to know Ben, as even as a submissive, two people in a relationship, sexual or otherwise, need to get along, to be compatible. But the desire is just so strong, like a chance at a dream job...

Callie stumbles through her words, "Yeah. I understand that. I understand just how tough this whole situation can be. I... I hope we can be friends, at the end of all of this." She says this genuinely, though Callie knows that the words she didn't say would break even this small passing relationship. That she hopes that they can all also be more than friends... as Callie would like to share and hopes that one day Wendy will too.

Callie lets that moment sink in for a bit. Long enough that she realizes something. "Oh, uh, I think I'm done, they're not doing the massage on me anymore." She lays there for a second, before deciding to stand up. "I think I'm going to go." Wendy offers a noncommittal "Yeah", and Callie leaves.

Wendy lays there, trying to sort through the heavy emotional baggage that lays strewn all over the place in the aftermath of the conversation. As the masseur's hands rub along her body, trying to inflict relaxation onto a body coiling with emotional turmoil. Why had she shared so much with Callie? Just because she was submissive too? And it was clear to her that Callie was going to compete, was going to try to seduce Master. She should hate her, but part of her knows that Callie is too sheepish to do it as some affront to her, that her feelings are genuine or maybe even worse, that her feelings are not her fault, dealing with the transformation just as she is. And part of her knows that if she makes a big stink about this with Master, that he might think she was just being a bitch. Even if Master wants to explore his options, after that breakup, could she blame him?

God, why was it so complicated?! Why couldn't she just talk with Master, talk through what they even are now? She had tried to talk to him an hour ago, and she had heard movement on the other side of the door. She'd yelled, called him a coward for not wanting to talk to her...

She moaned in frustration, as she tried to calm down. She realized that she too was done with the massage. Not that it had helped in the slightest, she was more stressed than when she came in. She stands, deciding to try whatever else they have here.

She leaves the room, the hallway leading back to the locker room ending in an open door. Wendy goes to another room in the hallway, the sauna, about to enter it when she hears another voice, talking with Callie.

"Oh, it was sort of weird. He was the perfect gentleman, and he was a sort of good kisser." Her intrigue piqued, Wendy walks toward the voices in the locker room, stopping on the inside wall, hiding behind the doorjamb. Now, in addition to the goth girl she met before who was sitting in front of a mirror applying makeup, there is another woman, standing there. More plain, no, she was beautiful, but in that way that you could find throughout America.

Monica continued, "But then he stopped. I sort of... I wanted him to keep going in the moment, sure, but afterwards even after what little change the transformation afflicted on me were gone, I... I sort of wished that he had kept going. It felt... natural. Like we were just two people, **** for affection in a harsh world together. Like it was really, really real. I thought in the immediate aftermath that I'd look back and see, well you know, that whole change, like back when you and I... But it felt... genuine. And now, I don't really know... I don't know if..."

Callie looks at her roommate in the mirror as she applies blush. "It's ok, Monica, I understand. God, I'm actually sort of getting a bit flustered myself. You make him sound like a prince. I'm looking forward to tonight even more than I was before." Callie says this as she applies eyeliner, laying it on just a bit thicker than she normally did. "I have my black dress in the locker, ready to go. Only an hour left. Would you help me into it?"

"Uh, well, no, I sort of need to get going." It is clear she eyes the door, the slightest hint of dark tips working their way up her hair. "I was going to wash up after playing with Ben, that's what he said he was going to do, so I sort of thought that a spa would have showers too. I figured he'd go to the open air baths or that there'd be at least somebody there. I'm stupid, I should've just gone back to our room, but I sort of thought you'd be there, doing what you're doing here. Preparing for tonight. This makes more sense though."

"Yeah, I want to look the best I possibly can for him. The spa seemed like the perfect place to give me that little extra." Monica looks at her, before she gives a subtle nod. "Good luck. I hope it goes well." Monica leaves the room, clearly afraid to stay here with Callie. Callie focuses further on her makeup routine, adding a slight eyeshadow to her eyes. Wendy watches as Callie stands up, letting the towel fall to the floor, her beautiful body on full display, before going to get her dress. Wendy watches as she prepares to submit to her master, to Master.