Jose is back again with more Fan Tales!

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The air was misty, but very warm. She noticed a Jacuzzi bubbling in the center of the room, and two wine chillers next to it. There was a masseuse table, warmed by a steam duct, and hot towels on a heated valet next to that. He set her down, and wrapped a long thick terry robe around her, and guided her to a foot massage chair. A warm liquid bath for her feet was waiting and she sat slumped in the chair, offering her feet to Joe.

“mmm baby I was just hoping for a bubble bath or warm shower… you gave me the whole spa!” she cooed at him sweetly. “How did you manage to pull this one off?” she quizzed him, half yawning dreamily.

“Well, Peter’s models can be pretty bitchy and demanding at the end of a modeling session. They start getting antsy to get to a masseuse or a spa to unwind from the tension. Peter had a mini-spa built into his studio to accommodate them, and encourage longer sessions promising them a “treat” for their extra efforts. So I asked Peter if he could prepare this and get it nice and warm and ready before he left, figuring you might want the “royal” treatment after we finished up today. I think you will enjoy this… I took some classes and read some books on total spa pleasure for your sexy mate!” he chortled.

She smiled and extended her legs to him, as he bent them softly, and placed her feet in the bubbling foot bath.

“oooo that feels soooo good” she bubbled.

Joe firmly massaged her feet, kissing them and dunking them in the warm liquid. He dried them, and rubbed a peppermint scented oil deep on them, softening them and making her toes squishy. He continued to massage her feet, then picked her up and placed her face down on the massage table. He removed the robe, and placed it over her legs to keep them warm, while he massaged her upper back and shoulders. More peppermint scented warm oils and she was beginning to relax deeply into a nice reverie. mmmmm she purred. He worked and massaged the oils deep in her skin, and worked the tension and stress from her back muscles. Then he moved lower, and placed a hot towel steaming and moist on her “lil bum. She winced at first at the sudden heat, but it subsided quickly, and left her pink and hot with a little steam coming from her rear. The hot towel’s heat penetrated her aching butt, and relaxed the strong muscles and brought fresh blood circulating to her swollen aching bottom. It felt sooo goood.

As he moved lower and lower down her back, he removed the towel, and poured more hot oils on her rear, the thick viscous fluid slowly filling her crack, and bubbling lower to her hole. ooooo she was becoming aroused, but not too quickly, as she had already been nicely sated, and this was just a nice overall sensation of comfort and slow arousal. Joe firmly squeezed her bum cheeks, and worked the tense muscles with the warm oils, working each muscle separately, and massaging her deep tissues to make them relax and unwind.

“Ooh my god baby, this is sooooo nice…. how did you keep this a secret from me?”

Joe silently continued, leaning over to kiss her here and there, smelling her sweet scent, and the crisp energy from the peppermint oils. He massaged her bum for a few minutes more, then paused, and poured a couple of glasses of wine, placing them on the side of the hot tub. He adjusted the water temperature to a nice heat, not too intense, but a nice warm bath water.

Then he adjusted the jets so they would not be too harsh, just a nice bubbly pressure. He returned to his lover, and picked her up one final time, and placed her in the warm bubbly bath. Then he handed her a wine glass and stepped in himself. Slipping next to her, he picked up his glass, and offered a toast.

“To Tiffany, the sexiest most wonderful model in the world. I am sooo happy you are here with me now, at this moment, and living out your your sexy fantasy with me… ” mmmm she murmurred back….

“To Joe, my most wonderful fantasy maker, the sexiest photographer of all time!” she giggled at him.

They drank their wine, and kissed, slipping into the bubbling froth, embracing each other, and forgot about the world for a while, forgot about time, only living for each moment, and loving every precious heartbeat they shared…….

The warm Jacuzzi was lulling Joe to sleep, as he drifted in and out of a sweet reverie thinking of the passionate, intimate moment he was now sharing with Tiffany. Tiff was relaxed, but her mind was reeling. It had been a wild day of fantasy fulfillment, her modeling the sexy outfits had shot her sexual mood to the stratosphere. Never before had she felt so potent, so powerful. The leopard pelt thong had transformed her demeanor from playful and teasing to that of a feline predator, silky sheen over its muscular torso, legs wrapped in lean muscles and sinewy tendons stretched over thighs that looked powerful even at rest.

She thought of images of the wild cats she was feeling her loins connected to … the jaguar, swift silent stalker of the deep dark mysterious Amazon Jungle… the panther, sleek, jet black with eyes burning red hot with lust, a craving that can never be fully satisfied, it hunts and captures its prey with lightning swift reflexes that overpower so quickly that the struggle is over before it can even begin…. the tigress, apex feline predator, symbol of Tiffany’s developing lust to dominate, to control. As she stood up in the Jacuzzi to prowl the studio once again, she could hear her own kitty, wearing the pelt of her feral sisters, purr. It was the deep growling purr of a cat on the hunt.

Tiff walked toward the studio door slowly. Just like a cat walk she mused. She found the terry robe on the heated valet, and put it on. Instantly her body was warmed and her energy rose. She walked out into the empty studio and gazed over the large room. I saw, I conquered, I came! heheheh she was amused at that juxtaposition. The boxes of sexual delights caught her attention, and she strode over to re-examine them. She was having some new fantasies flood her mind, and she was feeling a strange urge to satisfy her feline craving. She spotted the outfit she wore that made her feel so powerful, so feral. The corset, pelt, and domina boot… that was making her shake with excitement.

The corset was cinched tight still from Joe’s strong lacing up the back, but she felt she could get it back on by forcing the zipper up the front, and holding in her stomach tightly. Working the zipper up slowly, she got it within inches of her breasts. Taking a deep breath, she shot the zipper up the rest of the way, and let her lungs exhale. It seemed tighter now, than when she wore it earlier, but the effect was electrifying on her! She pulled the leopard pelt on her, and almost instantly her kitty drooled a slick trail of hot juices in approval. Tiff could now smell herself getting hot. The humid musky scent of an animal in heat, seeking a mate, a passion that could not be turned back. She pulled on the domina boots and stood up.

The tall stiletto heels gave her an even taller more powerful look emphasizing her strength and athletic presence. Her lusty instincts were driving her to seek a coupling, but on her terms, and in her own time. She was moving slowly, but purposefully, enjoying every moment, feeling every fiber within her become aroused, excited. She stopped and knelt in front of the boxes behind the screen, the box marked “Toys and Trinkets”. She smiled at the images that brought to her mind, racing ahead, causing her breaths to come quicker and quicker as her excitement rose.
She saw the dildoes and bullets that Joe had been toying with earlier, and the shiny steel cuff things he had quizzically brought out of the box, stared at and returned without comment. What were they? Bright, shiny steel, hard and cold, among the soft warm fun things she already knew and brought pleasure. She picked one up, and ran her fingers over it, as a blind person feeling an object would to reveal its identity. It was a shackle, large with a leather strap buckle for adjusting the closure… and the measure of restraint. There was a long cold forged stainless steel rod attached to the side, welded tightly and at an obtuse angle. She could not yet discern the purpose of that, and queried it as though it would begin speaking to her, telling her what to do with it.
… “Hey Tiff! What ya doin?”, Joe called out from the spa room.

“Just a sec, babe”, she replied.

She put her robe back on, and dropped the shackles in the deep pockets. Finding handcuffs in the box, she put those in as well. A bullet and vibrator… and a strap-on. Those pockets were sure deep she thought, as she strode back into the spa…..
Joe was laying back in the Jacuzzi, his eyes half closed.

“Hi baby, wanna join me?”, he smirked haughtily.

“Why don’t you join me?” she shot back.
She was standing, still robed, with her hips square to him, and her hands on them, looking as much a gunslinger as a playful mate to him.
“mmm OK sweetie… “, he was a little off center, her demeanor had been fun and playful earlier, yet she had a distant sense about her, something he could not totally fathom.
Still, she had always been a step or two ahead of him, and her games were always challenging, exciting, and pushed him to the limit of his own fantasies and desires. As he stepped out of the tub, and took a step toward her, naked, exposed, wet, and uncertain, she pulled the handcuffs out of her robe, and slid the robe off onto the stool by the massage table. He quickly saw the game unfold – The dominatrix outfit… the handcuffs, her unflinching glare, and the subtle smirk on her face. He was in big trouble!
“Tiff.. be gentle… heheh”.
His voice was shaking, partly because the image of her was so incredibly exciting to him, and partly due to the anticipation of something he saw in her, that was new to him, a transformation into something dark, base, and wild. Yet her exterior seemed calm, almost cold, as if she were a statue, chiseled into a sculpture of someone whose power came from within her, and the mere image was enough to compel complete submission.
“Do not refer to me by my nom de espiègle – that is only for playtime. Now I am Maîtresse Tifani. Your only purpose is to please me, to worship me, to satisfy my most intense lust for pleasure at your expense. You will forfeit your pleasure until I sate my own fully. Only then will you be allowed to relieve your tension built from pleasing me. Your cries for mercy, for relief of your own lust swelling within you will not be met until then. First you will submit to a proper spanking. You will plead with me and cry out only en Français and the only word to make me stop is “Capricorn” which is a key word that will positively stop me, though be forewarned, it may not please me to stop, so use the private word cautiously. As a reminder, the only words you may use are French, so pay strict attention as I refresh your memory… I am Maitresse (mistress). Please is s”il vous plaît … stop is arrêt … I live to please you, J”habite pour vous plaire … and of course, Oui is yes, Non is no… that should be enough for you to communicate anything you need to say to me. Now put your hands out…” she said, speaking with conviction and intensity, ordering him toward the massage table.
“Yes, mistress… ur,…uh.. I mean…. Oui Maitresse Tifani!” he stuttered, fumbling forward.
He was excited with anticipation, and trembling a bit with uncertainty of her intentions.
“C’est bon garçon Josef,” she replied in a voice that sounded like melted chocolate, a rich creamy texture that inspired him to submit to her will. “Venir plus près…” (come closer) she commanded, and clapped one of the cuffs on his wrist.
She fed the chain thorough a towel bar on the table, and clapped the other wrist shut, handcuffing him to the table. He had some limited movement, but could not block her from spanking him. He tensed his butt and pushed it out for her, assuming the position of a standing spank without resistance.
*whack* her hand came swiftly down on his naked cheek, leaving a bright pink mark.
“owwwweeeeoooooo” he cried, not too loudly, but in a controlled gasp, not wanting her to stop, but needing to relieve the sting. *whack* came the second slap.
“hoooooooo” he exhaled. He was becoming accustomed to the volley of sharp stinging assaults she administered to his sore bottom. He lost tract of the minutes as she continued her spanking. It seemed to last for hours to him, as she varied the intensity, some spanks drawing only a soft moan from him, while others, an intense sting that caused him to cry
“Non! Non! Maitresse!… arrêt .. arrêt! Sil Vous Plait!!!” he would plead with her, but that caused her to continue even more resolutely to spank him thoroughly.
When she was satisfied he was nearing exhaustion, she paused and ran her hand over his burning ass, running her fingers down his sweaty crack, and massaging him from underneath, teasing him, and urging him to show his affection to her.
“J”adore, Maitresse… J”adore…” he uttered breathily to her. He did adore her, totally and completely, and would do anything to make her happy. She was pleased with his submission to her spankings, and was very aroused by his adoration of her.
She removed the cuffs, and motioned him to lie on his back on the massage table. He lay flat and did not complain or move, just breathing slowly, with his eyes closed, resting a bit for what was to come next, which he did not know or want to imagine. Tiffany ran her fingers over him lightly, teasing him, exciting him. She noticed a pair of steel tubes attached to the sides of the table near his ankles. She smiled as she pondered their purpose. Walking silently to her robe, she took the shackles out of the pockets, and attached them firmly to Joe’s ankles, then pushed the rod into the receiving tube, anchoring his ankles to the edge of the table, and immobilizing his legs.
“Non… Non.. Maitresse!” he pleaded, not wanting to become restrained like this.
She smiled at him softly, pleased that he remembered to address her this way. She cuffed his wrists again, this time the handcuffs were left in front of him, unattached to anything, and rested his hands on his belly. He was breathing deeply, saving energy, as she mounted the table, and rested her knees by the top of his head, running her fingers through his hair, and bouncing her wet pussy on his face.
“mmmm Oui! … Oui!” she hissed at him, her voice becoming guttural, and low, purring and moaning like a sauvage panthères… a wild cat!
“Me manger hors… me manger hors!!!” she cried loudly, ordering him to eat her out.
He greedily sucked and ate her sopping pussy, tongue fucking her as she pounded his face mercilessly with her groin. She pulled his face tighter to her with his hair, and plunged a finger in her tender throbbing bum, soaked with her sweat.
“owwwooooo Oui… Oui!!!” she screamed out as she tensed over him, smothering him with her pussy lips, pressing them tight to his face, and squirting her hot pleasure on his lips, as he slurped and sucked it down, slaking his lusty craving for her most intimate nectars.
“mmmggghhhmmmmffff”, he gurgled as he slugged down the fountain of hot lust she spewed from her convulsing drenched pussy.

“aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiieeeeeee” she screamed again as a new wave of pleasure ripped through her tense body.
A powerful squirt of boiling cum ejaculated from her and sprayed his face with a slick goo. He slurped that and flicked his tongue on her stiff nubbin, tugging gently on her clit ring with his teeth, and sucking on that tender clit with his slick lips, kissing her swollen flesh, and slurping up the cum pumping from her body, wracked with intense orgasms. She jerked forward hard at the direct pressure he put on her clit and she screamed so intensely he nearly went deaf. She gasped hard, trying to get her breath, squealing loudly at the intensity of the climax throwing her around like a rag doll.
“AHHHHHHFHFHHFHFHFHH” she cried, and slumped over him, laying on top of him limp and spent.
They lie like that motionless, quietly, save for the husky breaths she took to re-oxygenate herself from the exhaustion. Then she slowed her breathing, and smiled at him. They lay together like that staring at each other, smiling and moaning softly. Sliding off the table, she unbound his wrists and ankles, and led him to the Jacuzzi.

They stepped in together, letting the jets massage their sore muscles. The cool wine was waiting for them still, and the candles were still burning as they had been all day long. He took her in his arms, and caressed her, hugged her, and kissed her softly.
“J”adore…J”adore mon Maitresse Tifani!” he cooed at her gently.
“En anglais, Josef… In English my love…. I adore you!!!!!”, she cooed back at him, as they slumped in the deep pulsing water, relaxed and content.