Melissa Part 8: The Penthouse
"Melissa speaking, may I help you?"
"Hello Mistress Melissa, this is Anne from Channel 8, how are you today?"
"I'm just fine thank you Anne, but I'm not a Mistress yet," Melissa replied, glancing at me with eyebrows raised, "How are you and how can we help you?"
"I have some information that will interest Master Matt and yourself, can you put me on a speaker by any chance?"
"I'll check, one moment please Anne," Melissa replied.
Melissa explained Anne's request and I shrugged, nodded my agreement and Melissa pressed the speaker button.
"Hello Anne, what news do you have for us?" I asked.
"Hi Master Matt, firstly the ratings for the BDSM show were very good and we have had many calls saying how much they enjoyed your demonstration with Melissa."
"That is excellent Anne and thank you for your co-operation with the editing of my part of the show," I replied as Melissa smiled at the news.
"I took a call myself from a friend in the entertainment industry who sounded pretty desperate to see you, can I give her your phone number?" Anne inquired.
"Of course Anne, give Melissa the lady's phone number and we will contact her." I replied.
"Thanks so much." Anne replied, "And if we get any more requests I'll fax the numbers to you and you can contact them. Incidentally, I will be working interstate for a few weeks but when I come home I want to come and see both of you again, I think I need some more of your special discipline."
"Certainly Anne, Melissa and I will look forward to seeing you again. We are flying out next week for a holiday on Minke Island to do some whale watching with some friends. So we will catch up with you when we return, I'll put Melissa on to get the lady's number, bye for now."
Melissa listened to Anne for a few more minutes with a few girlish giggles and then hung up the phone.
"Master it looks like Anne wants some more girl to girl action," Melissa said with another giggle.
"Whatever Melissa, I may allow you to attend to Anne by yourself if you continue your progress since your test. I'm going on the computer for a while. You ring the lady and make any arrangements you feel necessary, I trust your judgement you know."
Melissa beamed, "Yes Sir! Thank you Sir."
An hour later Melissa came into my study with a cup of hot tea and home made chocolate cake. She sat on the floor at my feet and looked excitedly up at me for permission to speak.
I grinned and said, "What's got you all excited my pet?"
"I rang the lady that Anne phoned about on her cell phone and she was very secretive. All she would tell me was that she lives in a penthouse and wants you to make a private visit to her. She saw the TV show and after speaking to Anne, she thinks you are the right person for her needs. She would not give me any details but assured me that you would be extremely well reimbursed in cash." Melissa took a deep breath and continued. "She said she would give her address to you alone and would you please call her back. Then she hung up so I phoned Anne to verify that this lady was not a time waster and Anne assured me the lady is genuine." Melissa shrugged her shoulders, "So that's it Sir, although the lady's voice did sound familiar to me."
"Familiar from where Melissa?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, but I think television." Melissa giggled. "I haven't watched much TV since I came to live as your subbie. I seem to be tied up a lot of the time with other matters."
I laughed at my subbie's joke. "I'll phone this lady now and see what she wants. Why don't you go and see if the hot tub is the right temperature, I switched it on some time ago."
"The hot tub? Oh yes Sir, wonderful idea!" Melissa jumped to her feet and did a short happy dance before rushing from the room.
I telephoned Anne's friend and, after talking for ten minutes, made arrangements to visit her Penthouse the following Tuesday, the day before the start of our holiday. Somewhat intrigued by the conversation, I joined Melissa in the hot tub where we eased away the stresses of a busy week.
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On Tuesday I drove down Toorak Road in the most expensive residential area of the city. Turning into Queens Road I soon saw the large apartment block and fortunately found a spot in the small visitor's car park. I grabbed my bag from the car, entered the reception area and approached the desk.
"Hello Amanda, my name is Matthew, for the Penthouse massage." I spoke the pre-arranged words to the attractive receptionist, her name badge giving me an excuse to check out her firm breasts.
"Yes Sir, I've been expecting you," Amanda said with an automatic smile as she stood and took a key from a desk drawer. "Please follow me."
I followed Amanda's swaying arse to the elevators where her key allowed the button to be pushed for the Penthouse on the twenty-eighth floor.
Amanda held the doors open as she said with a smile, "How much do you charge for a massage Matthew?"
"Well Amanda I guess that depends on the length of the service," I replied with a grin.
"Mmmmm, maybe I'll get some details from the lady in the Penthouse and contact you sometime."
"Why don't you do that Amanda?" I said, "Though I warn you I give a very firm massage and get in quite deep."
"Oh I do hope so Matthew." Amanda smiled wickedly as she stepped back and released her hold on the doors. "Enjoy the view, Sir." she added as she turned away.
"Oh I already have Amanda." I retorted as the doors closed cutting short the laughter from the cheeky receptionist.
The elevator soon arrived at the Penthouse floor; I took a deep breath and stepped out into the marble lined foyer. I looked around and spied an intercom on the wall but before I could press the button a door opened and a husky voice said, "Please come in Matthew".
I walked into the opulent living room and was greeted by a familiar, though unusually nervous, well-known nation wide television personality. Melissa was correct, it was Dot Sutton, a veteran of many lifestyle and real estate shows. Short, immaculately groomed blond hair just above her shoulders topped an uncertain smile of brilliant white teeth. An expensive white see-through blouse covered small firm breasts supported by a lace bra. A golden mini skirt showed off her slim legs and her flawless skin was brown from perhaps a little too much time in the sun.
"Welcome to my penthouse," Dot said, "From the look on your face I can tell you know who I am."
"Well I must admit that I don't watch much television, but Melissa thought she recognized your voice on the phone." I replied. "I want to assure you again that what happens here today is strictly between you and I."
"Thank you Mathew, Anne told me a little about her time with you and assured me that I could trust you completely." Dot swallowed and continued. "I trust Anne and her judgement too, although she was very secretive of her time with you."
I smiled, dropped my bag on the floor and sat down uninvited in a nearby armchair. I changed the subject away from Anne and ordered, "Kneel on the floor at my feet Dot."
"Oh, yes Sir." Dot slipped off her shoes and quickly knelt as instructed.
"The details of your needs and fantasies you gave me on the phone are enough for me to work with. Is there anything you wish to add before we commence?"
"No Sir, I don't think so. I am nervous but I think that's only natural." Dot shivered and continued. "Amanda thinks you are a new masseur, I do have a regular massage on Tuesdays. On your instructions I told Anne you were coming and if I don't phone her at a certain time, she will call the police."
"Excellent Dot, now I know that you are not into pain but all the same we will use the red/amber safe words. Is your cell phone switched off and the answering machine switched on? We don't want the phone to interrupt our play do we?"
Dot smiled again, "Ummm Sir, I watched a dvd of the movie Secretary last night and loved the spanking scenes so if you wish to……….. well, you know. I kept watching them over and over. I understand the safe words, and yes my cell is off and the answering machine is switched on."
"Stand Dot and strip off down to bra and panties." I ordered as I reached for my bag of tricks.
"Yes Sir!" Dot sprung to her feet and stood in front off me. She licked her lips, took a deep breath and quickly unbuttoned and removed her blouse. The gold skirt soon fell down her legs and the stockings and garter belt quickly joined the other clothes.
"Lead me to your massage room."
A low moan escaped her lips as the sexy television star quickly obeyed my instruction. I stood, grabbed my bag and for the second time that day followed a shapely swaying arse. Dot opened the door to the room and stood back allowing me to enter first. The room was warm and sparsely furnished with a sturdy massage table in the center. A small fridge, some chairs, piles of towels on shelves and a large vase of expensive roses. Dot followed me into the room, pulled the curtains closed and lit some candles. I switched off the main light and turned to see Dot standing near the massage table, head bowed and hands by her side.