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He let me lie there gasping for breath and squeezing my breasts and nipples till I slowly began to get back to normal. Suddenly I was embarrassed and ashamed and snapped my legs together and sat up holding my breasts.

"Go over and look at yourself in the mirror. You are not injured."

I knew that, but went over to look at my blushing, tingling torso covered with a sheen of perspiration. My body would shudder as little aftershocks from that fantastic orgasm ran through my body.

He watched me as I caressed my skin with the redness already fading then he came over carrying my dress saying,

"I think you will do nicely. Here put this on. You won't need your underthings. Go to Cicely's Salon. It is two blocks south and one block west of here. I will call them and tell them what I want. Here is thirty dollars. When you are through have lunch and be back here at one pm for your fitting for office clothes."

I was still tingling when I left. By the time I walked to Cicelys I was feeling very excited from the wool dress caressing my tingling skin, especially my nipples. When I walked in the door a beautiful woman walked over to me saying,

"You must be Janet. Mr Marker told us you were on your way. Follow me. She led me past several women waiting for their appointment into a room in the back with a huge tub. I realized Mr, Marker must have a lot of influence to get me in immediately. She tested the water then came over to help me off with my dress. I looked down at myself wondering what she would think of my whipped body and was amazed to see my skin was just a healthy pink. I got into the tub then a girl came in who took off her robe to reveal a tiny thong bikini. She began to wash my hair as I laid in the warm bubble filled tub.

The woman who had brought me in told me that Mr. Marker had asked for the full treatment. The tub and shampoo felt wonderful. I had never experienced such luxury. If I had been a cat I would have been purring. When she had finished my shampoo she began to wash my back and then my breasts with a large sponge. Then she told me to stand up and washed the rest of me spending enough time on my pussy to reawaken my excitement. I was tingling again when she led me over to a large shower cabinet where she used a hand-held shower nozzle with a needle spray. When it hit my nipples or pussy my excitement rose even further. When she had dried me completely with a huge warm towel she led me over to a lounge where two girls began to give me a manicure and pedicure. As they were working a man came in to cut and set my hair. I was still stark naked and blushed but as soon as he spoke I realized he was gay which made it seem alright since he had no sexual interest in me. I relaxed and closed my eyes. When he had put in the rollers and started the hair dryer I snapped my eyes open when I felt my legs being pulled apart. He looked at me calmly and said,

"Mr. Marker feels a close heart shape would be best for you." Then he began to trim the hair on my pussy. I felt very embarrassed not so much that he was working on my pussy as the fact I was becoming very excited as he pulled the lips around to make the trim. Then he put shaving soap on it and shaved the design with an old- fashioned razor. When he was done he held a mirror for me so I could see that the hair had been cut very close and a heart shape in stubble ended at the top of my slit. The lips had been shaved completely. I couldn't resist feeling it. The shaved lips were so smooth and sensitive I kept caressing it till I noticed they were all watching me. By that time my hair was dry and my manicure and pedicure was finished so they led me over to a table where another man began giving me a massage. He massaged everything from my fingers to my toes spending a lot of time on my breasts and pussy. He used a lightly scented oil that left my skin feeling soft and creamy. By that time my facial was done and he had me roll over on my stomach so he could do my back and legs. It felt so sensuous and relaxing I went to sleep.

I was awakened by Cicely patting me on the butt. When I looked up at her she said,

"Mr Marker had me pick this up for you. I hope it is the right size. I just guessed."

I stood up and she sprayed me with a light perfume and helped me put on the dress. It was beautiful. It was low cut displaying much of my breasts. It was made of orlon or cashmere and felt wonderful against my skin. She had made a good guess. It was a bit tight but that just accentuated my figure. I noticed my nipples made little bumps in the front of the dress and asked about a bra but she said the dress was too thin for underwear as they would leave lines. She had a pair of five inch high heel patent leather shoes to go with the dress.

I asked if there was a restaurant within walking distance and she suggested a nearby restaurant then told me they would set appointment for me once a week.

I could hardly believe my good fortune. I had a dream job with now the additional incentive of this fabulous pampering and all for only agreeing to whippings on occasion which actually only excited me.

When I got out on the sidewalk and started walking in the high heels I could feel the dress sliding on my bobbing nipples and jigging butt. It felt very sensual and I felt proud when some men whistled at me in appreciation. The restaurent was beautiful with soft lighting, white linen table cloths and tuxedoed waiters. I asked the waiter for the time and when I found it was already twelve thirty I just ordered a luncheon salad. I waited for my salad enjoying the admiration of the men at nearby tables. The salad was great with very fresh crisp vegetables. I am afraid I wolfed it down as I was in a hurry to show Mr. Marker the new me. It took me more time to get the waiters attention to get the bill than it had to eat the salad. I had to giggle when I saw that it cost ten dollars for a simple salad. That was more than my daughter and I had spent for several months for dinner for both of us. I trotted all the way back to his office anxious to hear him say I was beautiful.

I was disappointed when I walked in.

"Yes. You look much nicer but you are late. I said one o'clock."

I looked at the thin man with a measuring tape draped around his neck and the rack of clothes he must have brought with him.

Mr. Marker looked at me again more admiringly I thought or imagined.

"Take off the dress so you can be measured."

I was shocked another man would see me naked but he was so matter of fact about it I decided I was being silly since it would be hard to measure me with the dress on and began to pull it off.

He looked away from me to the other man and said,

"We will just get the three outfits I liked for now but get all her measurements for future orders."

Boy did he measure me! He not only took the standard measurements. He measured the distance around the base of my breasts, the distance from the crease at the bottom of my breasts to my nipples, the distance from the top of my pussy to my anus, and the width of my crotch at the top of my pussy crack.