Conscious Consent

I arrive at the local Spa; just in time for my appointment with Lotus, as my Mistress. The door is open, so I step right in.

Behind the door, the floor is laid with pink cherry-wood. A few Lotus plants are planted in the lobby itself. On the right, a solid oak-wood desk is tended by Lotus herself. Naturally.

Aside from the steel and glass front, the walls are laid with beech-wood panels.

“Greetings, and welcome to my Spa!” Lotus exclaims, as I am approaching the lobby.

“Greetings, Lotus; how lovely, to see you tend the counter as I arrive!” I respond.

“Of course, my dear!” she responds, as she is stepping out from behind the counter.

She is capturing me in a warm embrace, kissing me on the right and left cheek; before she is letting go of me, taking half a step back. Naturally, I had returned the gesture.

“You know, how I love the time I spend here at your Spa; Lotus, and I could not miss it for the world!” I point out.

“Of course not, my dear; right this way, and I will lead you to the room!” she exclaims.

“Thank you, Lotus!” I respond, as I follow her into the Spa itself.

Now, this is the left-hand door, into the adult sanctuary of the Spa. Not for the fillies or colts. I had stumbled onto this little secret, a while back. Now I am about to explore, just how deep this rabbit-hole really is.

“This is it!” I ponder; “A once in a lifetime!” I realize; “I hope I do not blow it, and that it is just as great as I had been expecting!” I conclude.

The door is closing quietly, behind us; once we had entered the small, dark room. Lit, only by a few small, flickering candles in the corners.

“Careful, my dear!” she cautions me; “Right this way, I will lead you into the lair!” she explains, in hushed tones.

“Thank you, Lotus!” I respond, as I follow her, just a single step behind.

On my right, I find the flight of stairs in a clock-wise spiral downwards, towards the promised lair. The stairs are made out of stainless steel, laid with beautiful pink cherry-wood. On second thought; the wood has been coated with a crystal clear silicon, in order to muffle the sounds of our feet. I have a great grip, not a chance to slip on my way down; and it is indeed quite silent, as I follow her down to the basement.

The spiraling stairs are narrow, but gives enough space for one to walk down the flight; handrails matching the style, on both sides. I find the coated wood warm and comfortable to hold on to.

At first, the room appears to be identical, to the one above; aside from the silicon-coating of everything, in the room. Including the door and its handles. The ceiling is a black silicon, with LED lights to create the illusion of the night-sky above the building I am currently in.

There is no other light, aside from the light emitted by the LED lights in the ceiling. Not a single candle, or other source of light could be found.

“Follow me, please; I am about to take you into the lair, as I had promised!” she points out, as she is opening the door before her.

If not for the handle; I could never have made out, where the door is. Is it the only door, and do these doors actually lead off to anywhere? I have no idea, but I have to trust Lotus.

Behind the door, is a long all; separate doors on the right and left. I follow her down the hall, to the door she is about to open before me.

“This is, where I am going to present you with the scenario; if you accept the proposal, I am going to lead you through it” she explains.

“Okay, I am listening!” I respond, just after she had closed the door behind us.

The floor is laid with silicon-coated cherry-wood, just as before. What else had I been expecting? The room is indeed matching the style I had been expecting.

The only difference; is the beech-wood table; with a set of four chairs, in a matching set. There is a safe behind the table, hidden behind the wooden panel. Within the safe, all the scenarios had been stored.

She opens the safe and extracts a scenario matching what she expects me to enjoy.

“Have a seat, please!” she offers, as she is pulling out the first chair on the right.

“Thank you, Lotus!” I respond, as I am accepting the offered seat, and graciously sit down.

“Open the folder, please; I will explain everything, if you ask!” she explains.

“Okay!” I respond, as I am opening the folder.

“Do not be shy; if it is anything unclear, or any details you may like to change? I need to know now, before you make your choice!” she points out.

“Oh, oh; and okay, interesting!” I mumble, as I read through the first page, of the presented scenario she had just offered me.

“Would you insert the tubes, into all my orifices?” I inquire.

“Unless you do prefer; to insert the tube by yourself, that is!” she offers.

“I guess I am just a bit insecure, to have someone doing it for me!” I put forth.

“That is quite all right, I understand; not everyone likes to have another into the intimate space, inserting something into their body!” she assures me.

“The tubes are colour-codes, to ascertain none is inserted into the wrong orifice?” I inquire.

“Yes, exactly; you don’t want to make the mistake, even if the tubes are personal and sterile!” she offers.

“I like this design, giving the impression of a regular lip-liner; but how could it possibly secure a tube in place, so that it does not slide out of alignment?” I inquire.

“Making it look like a girl’s regular accessories and make-up equipment is certainly convenient, if I can say so myself!” she points out; “The gel utilized by the lip-liner is making the tube stick to your skin, almost like a glue; just without all the sticky, icky fuss and discomfort that comes with these items!” she explains.

“How?” I ponder, imagining it is beyond my understanding.

“Plot-gel, and lubrication?” I inquire, curious, as to how these would work.

“The first will enhance the sensitivity of the specific orifice it has been applied to, while the later is making you far too slippery to sustain friction-related injuries!” she explains.

“Heightened sensitivity does sound delicious, and I have no interest in heat-related injuries such as could be sustained with friction!” I point out.

“Exactly; we do pride ourselves, in comfort and safety for everyone on the premise of our Spa!” she offers, explaining the great care for the details.

“She does make it out, to be interesting; just a few more questions, before I am signing the deal!” I ponder.

“Will I be alone, or did you have a partner selected for me?” I inquire.

“Since you ask; I will guide you through the process and initiate you, but I do have a partner for you!” she explains.

“How much time do I have? Because I do want to enjoy this experience to the limit, if possible!” I point out.

“The preparation alone, will take at least an hour; all assuming everything goes right, and you do enjoy where it is going!” she explains; “The scenario itself; could take a full day, at the very least!” she elaborates, generously.

“Where do I sign up?” I inquire; “I certainly do look forwards, to the experience your scenario is promising!” I point out.

“Excellent presentation, of a flawless scenario; I just could not explain the finer details, or it would have scared her away or just ruined her experience!” Lotus ponder, smiling inwardly.

“Right here!” Lotus explains, pointing at the line intended for my signature.

“Oh, okay!” I respond; as I pick up the pen, before I am signing the contract and put the pen back down onto the table once more.

“She found a partner, for me; someone, who will enjoy it with me!” I ponder; giggling at the cheer luck, I had just had.

“Right this way, please!” she offers, as I raise to my feet.

“Of course; after you, Mistress!” I respond, as I flow her to the door.

She opens a new, previously unseen door and leads me into the changing-room.

“I will be outside, while you disrobe; unless you desire my presence, of course!” she offers; “Otherwise, I will be right with you; once you are ready!” she explains.

“Of course, I had to be nude; or the tubes could not be inserted, as intended!” I ponder; “Okay, I will undress; then you can come in, and help me with the final preparations!” I point out.

“I will be back, in a moment!” she assures me; as she leaves the room, then closes the door behind herself.