The Spa {A Story of Bondage, Humiliation, Feminization, and Mind Break}

Unlike my Sunday Morning story with Rin, I feel that this one is a lot more structured and at the same time just as exciting. While this idea of taking an asshole and turning him into someone better is not a revolutionary idea at all, I do believe that Car2nage and I are on track to breathe life in this sort of story. I would love it if you guys could review. You all have no idea how a couple words can really boost the ego! Anyway, enjoy ^^

The Spa

By: Fire Fly and Car2nage

Going to a spa was always a wonderful thing. There are very few places in the world where you can just cut loose and relax yourself, letting all of your cares slip away. Springwood Spa was well known for its wonderful service, offering a wide variety of services including massages, a salon, yoga instructor, tanning services, and much, much more. It was a very remarkable place for what it offered. What’s more is that it only catered to the elite, so normal people couldn’t just simply come in willy-nilly. The waiting list for a person without money was astronomical. However, if you had a well-known name and rolled in select circles, one with money could get in whenever they liked.

How fortunate for Caroline Collins that she just seemed to ooze money. At the age of forty-two, Carol could only be recognized as a stunner. The beautiful entrepreneur didn’t look a day over thirty, despite how stressful her life was. Owning several fortune five hundred companies wasn’t easy work you know. On top of that was her son, Grant. The little monster was always getting in trouble. At twenty, he had accomplished all of nothing in his life. He had grown up spoiled, getting everything he wanted because his father was such a sap – God rest his soul. When he died, Grant didn’t seem to care all that much just as long as he was still entitled to that trust fund when he reached twenty-one. This is normally the part where you learn how Caroline was left nothing and how Grant was left everything, but that’s not the way this story plays out. She and her husband Richard regarded each other as equals when they came together. Both of them owned their own unit of companies, so neither of them were concerned about gold digging. Richard had left her practically everything while his son had only gotten at most twenty-five-thousand. It was enough for him to go to a mediocre college. Richard always kept the philosophy that there was no such thing as a free lunch. He built his empire from scratch. Grant too would suffer the same fate, clawing his way to the top. Caroline would take over everything, including how to raise their pathetic excuse for a son.

It had been two years since Robert died, and his death didn’t seem to do anything for Grant. If anything, he became worse. Wild parties, drugs, wanton sex… Despite being a lazy asshole, the boy had inherited one thing from his father, and that was his devilish good looks. He wasn’t so much handsome as he was pretty, and for girls