I had just finished taking a shower after my last session and was shaving my underarms and crotch, which I hadn't done earlier, when I heard the door to my room open. In the mirror over the sink, I could see Mrs. King walk in, carrying a full clothes hanger and a bag. She glanced over at my naked body, frozen in the act of shaving. After hanging the clothes up, she emptied the contents of the bag on the desk. She put down a sheet of paper, walked over to the sink area next to where I was shaving and set down a two pack of enemas. Her scent was subtle but intoxicating.
"How are your supplies, Soma? Do you have enough toothpaste and mouthwash?" I guess Mr. King was the only one calling me PG.
"Yes, Mrs. King. I'm doing fine with supplies." Why did she have to be so close to me? My cock was already responding to her pheromones.
But she ignored my tumescence and returned to the desk chair.
"I know you have another client arriving soon, but his flight has been delayed, so we have some time to talk while you're preparing for him. Go ahead and finish shaving, then administer the enemas. I don't know if he'll want to use your ass, but it never hurts to be prepared."
Her nonchalance would have been shocking with anyone else. However, I was learning the Kings were a very special couple, with a very special take on things. Of course she'd carry on a conversation with me while I was naked and shaving. She'll probably keep on talking right through my douching.
Mrs. King herself was striking in a nondescript manner. If that seems oxymoronic, rest assured, it's not. Mr. and Mrs. King confounded preconceptions at every turn, as I am finding out every day of my tenure. She was short, about 5'3" and, I believe, Korean. She must have been in her late 40s or early 50s, but her skin was that of a 20 year old. Her face was virtually wrinkle free and her eyes...her eyes were always alert and reflected her intelligence. Underneath, however, there were hints of something else I couldn't quite make out. She maintained a placid appearance at all times. Either she was supremely calm or she was even better at building walls than I was. Overall, I found her quite attractive and made a point of focusing on my shaving to keep from having an embarrassing and nonprofessional erection.
She wore the standard blazer of the motel chain, along with a skirt that came just above her knees, showing her smooth legs. I wondered if the smoothness extended all the way to her crotch, but those were thoughts I rapidly shunted aside. She was my employer and I had a feeling I would not want to be on her bad side.
She waited until I finished shaving to speak.
"So, how was your first experience on staff? You seemed to be enjoying yourself."
How did she know....oh, yes, the cameras in the rooms. That was how they had entrapped me into becoming one of their unpaid whores. Hmm...where was that negativity coming from?
"Truthfully, it wasn't what I expected. He wasn't mean or nasty: he simply used me and tossed me aside when he was finished. I guess that's what's it's like being a whore."
"You are not a whore, Soma. You are a Pleasure Giver. You may not appreciate the difference now, but you'll come to understand in time. You acquitted yourself well. You followed your client's requests, you gave him the release he desired and you allowed him to think he was in charge."
"But he
was
in charge, Mrs. King."
"No, Soma, you were in charge. You're always in charge with your clients, though they may not know that. You submit to their whims because you wish to do so. Even when you think you don't, when you thing you're being blackmailed into being the motel whore (
Is she a mind reader?
), you know deep down that you're here, not just because you want to, but because you need to. This is who you are.
"If you're ever in real trouble, you know you have the right to stop any scene, any session. We keep an eye on new clients and ones we think may go too far and won't hesitate to intervene if, in our judgement, there's a risk to you of real harm."
"In your judgement, Ma'am? What about my judgement?"
"That day will come, Soma. But right now, let's be honest: you are not in a position to exercise good judgement when it comes to what you need. You still have a tendency to confuse what you think you need with what you really need. Don't interrupt, please. You are here because you need to become the perfect Pleasure Giver. You've already learned that may involve discomfort and pain for you. I have no doubt about your ability to handle physical pain. It's the emotional pain you must learn to endure. You must give up the expectation of pleasure if you ever hope to arrive at true pleasure. You must expect to be used by your clients without any consideration for your well-being. To them, you are, indeed, the house whore. But to us, you are so much more. You are very special to us. Think about this while you're cleaning out your ass."
This was becoming surreal. I was on my side filling my ass with an enema talking philosophy with Mrs. King. And why was my cock starting to swell? I couldn't wait for the bottle to empty so I could turn away from her.
"I see your cock is starting to understand, Soma, even if you are not. Don't turn away from me: I've seen plenty of cocks and I'm not going to jump your bones. You're not my type.
"But you are many people's type, because you make yourself their type. Your eagerness to serve, to put aside your own desires and pleasure, to submit completely to your client's wishes...those are what make you desirable to your clients and valuable to us. This may seem cold comfort to you, but, rest assured: Mr. King and I value you highly. We are looking forward to seeing the Pleasure Giver emerge from the chrysalis of Soma."
"Thank you for the encouraging words, Mrs. King. I don't want to be ungrateful. I know I chose this path for myself and that I'm learning things about myself I never suspected. It's scary, Ma'am."
"I know it is, Soma. Seeing who you really are is, indeed, a scary experience. But it's one you need to achieve your ultimate dream."
"And what is that, Ma'am?"
