Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter Six

butterfly

Every muscle in my body ached. The past forty-eight or more hours had been filled with the most intense fucking of my life. Using the furniture in the playroom, my Mistress had fucked me in positions I didn't even know were possible. I'd had more orgasms than I could count, and I wasn't sure how my stomach wasn't bloated from all of her delicious fluid that I'd consumed.

The odd thing was, even though there was that ache, I never felt more alive. I was, however, a bit worried that the women at the spa would be able to tell how much I'd been serving my Mistress. Even though I'd showered, I could easily smell her scent on me. Then again, I could smell just about everything.

When I entered the salon, the woman behind the counter—I couldn't remember her name—gave me an icy stare. When her eyes landed on my collar, the stare turned venomous.

"Hello, butterfly," she said, sneering my name. "It looks like you're going to need the works today." She eyed me up and down, making me feel about an inch tall. I had no idea what I'd done to her, but clearly I'd offended her somehow.

"Well, hello there, butterfly," Dinah said, walking into the reception area. "It's so nice to see you. Would you please follow me?"

Once again we began with the waxing. "Alright, your Mistress said no hair from the waist down. Is that okay?"

"Um, yeah, it's fine, but she's my official Mistress now." I couldn't help the smile on my face.

"I noticed that. Congratulations. I'm sure you've been serving her well." She pulled back the paper that I'd been given to cover my body after undressing. "Oh, you have been serving her well!" Her eyes were staring right at my pussy when she made the last comment.

"Yes, I have been." I had no idea what to say to that, and I knew I was bright red.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed—that's what good girls do. Okay, just like last time, tell me if it hurts."

Ironically it really didn't, though I had to admit I was focused on something else entirely. Right after she pulled the first strip of cloth from my body, she pressed her hand against the area to dull the pain. She had done this at my last appointment and her hands were cold. At the time, I'd believed it was because my skin was hot from the wax. Now I began to wonder if it wasn't for a different reason. My mind raced with thoughts. Was she a Nermac like my Mistress?

"All done," she said after finishing my legs and armpits. "Let's get you in to see Normani."

Once again, Normani didn't say a word during the massage, but her hands were wonderful. When I was done, she told me to get dressed, as I had a manicure and pedicure next.

While I was putting my clothes back on, I heard two voices arguing down the hall. I recognized them as Dinah and the receptionist, whose name I still couldn't remember.

"I'm not doing it," the receptionist said harshly.

"I have a waxing and you are totally capable of giving a pedicure." "That is beside the point. I'm not washing her feet."

My eyes opened wide. Were they talking about me? Or was there another person here as well?

"And did you see her parading around here with that collar on?" the receptionist continued. "Lauren said that she'd never collar a submissive. Maybe she did it for the same reason anyone collars a bitch—so she won't run off."

They were talking about me! Had my Mistress really said that she would never collar a submissive? I felt a bit of pride that she'd chosen me, and I knew she hadn't done it so I wouldn't run off.

"That's not why Doms collar submissives and you know it, Lucy."

That was her name—Lucy—and I was thankful that Dinah was setting her straight. I was about to walk out of the room when Lucy spoke again.

"Actually, I don't know anything. I mean, it was only about two months ago that I was kneeling before her with her dick in my mouth, and she told me she just wasn't the kind of Dom to collar a sub. What could have changed in that time frame?"

My heart sank. She'd knelt for my Mistress? She'd given her a blowjob?

"What she does really isn't any of your concern anymore," Dinah admonished.

"The hell it isn't. When she gets bored with her, she'll come back to me. I served her and she used me in every way possible for ten years. Do you think that just goes away? Hell no. When she gets bored with her—and she never keeps her human submissives for more than a year—she'll be back."

Tears were streaming down my face. Not only had the beautiful receptionist been with her once, she'd been her submissive for ten years, serving her in every way imaginable. She commented about me being human, which confirmed my earlier suspicion that they were both Nermac.

"Lucy, you need to let this go. If she collared her, Lauren must be happy."

"Happy? That's a joke. Do you know what she was doing when I saw her three weeks ago? She was jerking off. Clearly she isn't pleasing her if she's jerking off. And if she were really happy, she'd bring her by the club. It's her club for fuck's sake. No, she's just a toy and she's probably embarrassed to be seen with her. She'll get bored and then come back to me—her own kind."

Tears were streaming down my face but I couldn't help it. I knew she could be making some of it up, but why would she? Why did she collar me and not someone else? And was there really a club she owned that she didn't want to take me to? I remembered Taylor talking about one and saying I'd fit in, but Lauren saying that I was never going there. As much as I hated Lucy at that moment, I was starting to wonder how much truth there was in her words. I couldn't stay there anymore. I didn't feel like having a manicure or pedicure; I just wanted to get out of that place and away from that woman.

After picking up my purse, I opened the door expecting to see Dinah and Lucy standing right outside. Instead, I could see and hear them in the reception area all the way down the hall. I wished there was another way out but there wasn't, and there was no way I was going to stay here even though Dinah was being nice; I was just too upset.

They were still talking as I hurried down the hall toward them. Dinah was telling Lucy to act professionally, but I didn't wait to hear Lucy's response.

"Oh, butterfly, we still have to do your manicure and pedicure."

"I'm sorry. I need to go."

I didn't wait for a response or to set up a return time, as I had no intention of ever coming back.

I cried all the way home, and when I got to the building I pressed my floor out of habit. On the ride up, I considered using my key to get to the penthouse, but I just wasn't ready to talk to Lauren. She'd clearly lied to me. As I lay in my bed crying, I realized I wasn't upset she'd lied about being human, but lying about another submissive—that bothered me immensely.

I knew I should've just gone to talk to her about it, but when I started to get up, I could tell the effects of my Mistress' come were wearing off. I lay back down and closed my eyes, needing to rest for just a moment. As my lids grew heavier, I allowed myself the much-needed sleep. I'd talk to my Mistress when I woke, and hopefully she'd be able to clear things up.