The Sweet Treatment

"Oh, the sweet treatment, hmm? We don't get many requests for that one. But I actually think it's going to be just perfect for you…"

Call me Anya, the masseuse had told her. And nervous though she was, of course Ellie had complied. She'd watched the willowy blonde move about the warmly lit reception room, and obediently followed her back through the hall and into the darkened chamber beyond. "Y-yes," she'd stuttered, suddenly wondering if this whole spa thing was really for her. "I, um. I heard my friend say the sweet treatment here was pretty amazing…"

Had she ever. Even now, Ellie could see the indulgent smile and beatific expression on her coworker's face as she'd reminisced about her experience. "Just do it, Ellie. It's fucking life-changing. You're gonna- I mean, I can't even- It's, like, fucking indescribable-"

But Anya's polite smile only deepened as she gestured toward the padded table before her and took a step toward her waiting patient. "That's lovely to hear, dear! Now, this wouldn't happen to be your first time here with us, would it?" How did she know? "Um- uh, yeah," Ellie managed, and now her fingers were fiddling nervously on the buttons of her blouse. "I- um, I'm not quite sure how this goes-"

"Just relax, dear," Anya soothed, and now she was standing directly in front of Ellie, her tall frame towering over that of her petite brunette patient. "I'm going to walk you through everything. All you need to do is relax and let me do my job, okay? Now, the first thing is to get you out of those work clothes…"

Ellie couldn't help but shiver, even as she obediently began removing her clothes: her modest blouse, followed by her shoes, and socks, and then her knee-length skirt… "Um, I guess I should… keep these…?", she faltered, even as Anya smiled and shook her head. "Everything needs to come off, dear. Panties and bra and everything. Don't be nervous! We're both women here, after all. And really, we don't want any of our skin treatments getting on that pretty bra of yours, do we?"

No. No, she guessed she didn't. And so, with a little self-conscious shudder, Ellie obediently relinquished her bra and pulled down her panties. This was so… so different. Sure, she'd stripped once or twice for her doctor. And of course she had vaguely unpleasant memories of gym class in high school – of blushing and hiding her modest B-cup self from those astonishingly, intimidatingly full breasts of her more well-developed classmates…

"Here, let's get you something to cover up," Anya offered – though it was no robe that she held in her hands. "This is something we use for all our special treatments, hon. It just slips on like a pair of panties, here – like so. Let me make sure it's nice and snug… There, how's that? Feel okay?"

Did it? Ellie wasn't quite sure, gazing down now at the strangely soft, almost leathery device that had just been fitted around her intimate parts. It was like a thick, lavender pair of panties – panties with a tight seal around their edges, and with a strange sort of thickened center that somehow seemed to fit precisely into her groin: parting her nether lips and pressing gently, yet comfortably, around her vulva. What the heck was this- this-

"Uh… yeah?" she offered, and Anya chuckled softly even as she took her patient's arm and led her to the waiting table with its gleaming plastic surface. "Oh, don't worry! It's for your safety and health, dear. See, our skin treatments are all-natural and contain some natural sugars, so of course we're just ensuring that you don't get any of that down into those sensitive areas."

Oh, sure. Yeah. That made sense. And down onto the table she lay, following Anya's gentle direction: face up. No, arms and legs swiveling out, like a snow angel. That was better. Now, then – time for her face mask. Just a nice, soft, hypoallergenic rubber mask, fitting snug around her eyes. All nice and dark in there now, hmm? Good, perfect. She was doing so well for her first time, so very well…

The first cool touch of something wet and slippery shouldn't have made her jerk and shiver, of course – but it did. "Shh," came the soothing whisper, and Ellie drew a shaky breath, willing herself to relax back into the table and let this- this… whatever it was… be applied over her naked body. It felt so… slippery. Oily. Like some kind of lotion, or moisturizer. And it smelled so… fruity… so sweet…

"Just some nice scented oil to warm you up," came Anya's soft voice, and she felt her heart quicken as the hands slipped over her bare, increasingly erect nipples. "Feel how soft and supple you're becoming. How open… how relaxed…" Up and down the hands ran, caressing her naked and vulnerable body, slipping from the most pedestrian areas of her wrists and calves up to the sensitive, tingle-inducing borders of her genitalia. How strangely familiar this woman was with her body! And yet… how undeniably nice it was to feel her touch…

"And now the lavender and raw honey mask."

Ellie's breath caught as a thick, sticky substance descended and began to ooze its way across her exposed breasts and down over her sides and belly. "Shhh…" Anya repeated, and now her naked patient could feel those gloved hands applying a similar, cool smear of stickiness across her effectively blindfolded face. "I know it feels a bit messy, but the face is very important, dear. Just breath nice and slow… let it seep in…"

Oh, it was seeping in. Like some gooey pudding. Like she'd just upended an entire jar of honey over her face and was letting it cascade its sticky way down her nose, dribbling slowly over her chin and down her neck… She shivered, her nerves alight with sudden, inexplicable tingling. Why was this so- so…

Freaking hot?

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Came Anya's quietly amused voice, even as a faint buzz and tingle from between her legs had her gulp and shudder in mute surprise. "Just relax, sweetie. We're going to use those panties to stimulate the areas we can't reach with the mask, okay? And don't feel self-conscious about how you feel. A spa is for pleasure, remember. For indulgement… for letting your body feel all the wonderful sensations you can imagine…"

Ellie trembled, caught between the delicious cascade of electric thrills now radiating from her moistening pussy and her own reflexive horror of being so turned on. She was practically naked. Blindfolded. Exposed in front of this beautiful masseuse… covered with all sorts of strangely erotic, gooey substances… and now shivering under what felt like a vibrator gently toying with her vulnerable cunt. Surely spas weren't supposed to get you this horny, were they?

She didn't know – but neither did it matter. Because now Anya's voice came murmuring to her ear, and she was practically writhing in ill-concealed arousal. "Now there's a dear. Shh… Just relax. I'm going to take such good care of you, honey. Now open up for me. This next treatment is edible. It's chocolate – and all my best clients absolutely love the taste…"

Yes, taste. Yes, open up. Obedient. Like Anya said. She was opening reflexively, lips parting in obedience to her masseuse's words. And in it flowed: a river of thick, creamy chocolate, coursing over her entire face and flooding her open mouth with its sensuously sweet taste. Down over her body the viscous river coursed, and she let out an involuntary, gurgling moan as Anya's hands massaged it into her breasts. "Good, good," she heard through the haze of her own aching need. "Drink it in. Let your body do everything it wants, honey. Enjoy how sweet… how sticky… how sensuous you feel right now…

***

Later on, when Ellie tried to recall exactly what had happened and how, the details were gone: lost in a haze of orgasmic pleasure and her own retroactive revulsion from the memory of what she'd done while under that saccharine spell. How many times had she moaned and convulsed into  uncontrollable orgasm? She had no idea. What kinds of sweetly authoritative, almost loverly things had Anya breathed into her ears? She couldn't quite remember. How had she emerged from her  sticky, orgasmic bliss and found herself in a tranquil hot tub, being gently washed clean by a now similarly nude Anya?

She wasn't quite sure – though that last one was particularly worth remembering.

Whatever the case, she'd found herself floating out of the spa hours later, mind fuzzed and filled with only two dreamy, cotton-candy-like thoughts. Firstly, that this had been… amazing. And secondly, that she couldn't wait to come back for another hell of a sweet treatment.