A Trip to the Health Spa
After six weeks as a sex slave, Jana is beginning to chafe under her master's rule. When her master, Principal Stevens, threatens to involve Jana's mother in his sadistic game, Jana decides she needs leverage of her own. She decides to pay a visit to a health spa owned by the principal's wife, and what she finds there will once again show her the heights of ecstasy and the depths of humiliation. More
After six weeks as a sex slave, 18-year-old Jana is beginning to chafe under her master's rule. When her master, Principal Stevens, threatens to involve Jana's mother in his sadistic game, Jana decides she needs leverage of her own.
She decides to pay a visit to a health spa owned by Principal Stevens' wife, and what she finds there will once again take her to the heights of ecstasy and the depths of humiliation and degradation.
But Jana has a few tricks of her own . . .
WARNING: This 5900-word story contains graphic description of extreme sex acts, including dirty talk, voyeurism, erotic choking, bondage, humiliation, dubious consent, masturbation, rough sex, blackmail, and F/F doctor play. It is intended only for adult readers.
This is Part Three in the story of Jana, a good girl who becomes very bad. Read the other stories in the Jana's Journey series:
"Jana's Journey, Part One: A Trip to the Principal's Office"
"Jana's Journey, Part Two: A Trip to the Nightclub"
"Jana's Journey, Part Four: A Trip to the Beach House"
Look for more stories soon!
Adrianna began rubbing and massaging the muscles in Jana’s inner thighs. Jana moaned aloud.
“Are you going to touch me . . . there? Between the legs?” asked Jana, quietly.
Adrianna smiled down at her. “Now, why would I do that? There are no muscles there.”
Jana made a pouty, disappointed noise, like a spoiled child being denied a sweet.
“It’s not why you’re here, Jana,” said Adrianna. She began rubbing Jana’s small and dainty feet, flexing the toes.
“Oh, that feels so good,” said Jana. “I feel so good.” Jana couldn’t resist bringing her hands up and teasing her own nipples with her fingers.
“I’m glad you feel better,” said Adrianna. “Now, turn over again.”
“Mmm, what are we going to do now?”
“Well, prior to the colonic cleansing, I need to take your rectal temperature. Okay?” said Adrianna gently, pulling a tray with some Vaseline and a large thermometer on it close to the table.
“Ohhhh,” said Jana, childlike, still pouting. “Do I have to?”
“Yes, dear. Don’t worry. I’m a registered nurse.” She pulled on a pair of rubber gloves.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Natasha Stevens is a bold and uncompromising new voice in erotica. Her strict Catholic upbringing regrettably did not prevent her from becoming a wanton slut, but she now tries to channel those energies into her writing.