Having recently moved into my new flat I was still getting post for the past residents and to be honest I was getting pretty pissed off with the amount of junk mail I was having to take back to the post office. In the end I was binning most of the envelopes, except for this one. It looked expensive, a high quality paper and it clearly contained something.

I know I shouldn't but I thought, what the hell, I had no forwarding address so I opened the envelope. I slid out a very expensive looking card, it was for a new spa, and it promised a pre-opening VIP treatment. Oh I thought, I just had to pretend to be the previous occupant and hope they didn't know her, hell if they did I would just say she had given me the invitation.

I called up, and with a day off due the next day, the joy of shift work, I needed a pamper session, I booked in.

***

Knocking on the anonymous looking door it was clear the spa was not open as yet, there was no signage and, when the door opened nobody sat at the reception desk. I called out and a pretty young blond stepped out. "Oh you must be Miss Gibbs?"

I smiled, not confirming or denying anything, just nodding.

"We have a very special treatment for you." She grinned. If I was honest, there was something about how she looked at me that made slightly on edge, but hell I wanted that special VIP treatment.

"Step this way"

***

I walked into the treatment room, it was softly lit with shelves lined with covered pots, in the centre of the room was a treatment bed. "Take your clothes off please?"

I paused, the girl, her name badge said she was 'Brandi' smiled and said, "we're all girls here" So I stripped off my jeans and t-shirt and placed them in a box she indicated. Brandi helped me onto the bed, lying me down before placing straps across my wrists and ankles.

I shrieked, trying to pull away.

"Look this is just health and safety. If you fell off the bed" She tutted. I allowed my hands to be gripped as the leather straps were tightened down onto my flesh. She repeated this with a belt across my waist.

"Do you need this?"

"Oh shush!" Brandi looked down at me smiling. "Open wide!"

I complied, confused. Suddenly there was a ball forced between my teeth and buckled around my head. I mummphed! It was all I could do. Brandi laughed. "Oh shut up bitch!" She slapped my hard across my breast. I cried out, but my voice was lost by the ball.

I heard a door open and another woman walked in. "Is this her?" A face appeared in my line of sight. "Hello bitch!" The woman smiled. "So you think you can sleep with my husband and get away with it?"

Sleep with your husband? I hadn't slept with anyone in months. Oh shit but I bet my old neighbour had. It could explain why she had left the flat so quickly with no forwarding address.

I tried to plead, but the ballgag stopped any noise.

"Well, we will have to see what punishment a whore like you deserves"

***

I was in deep trouble, and there was little or nothing I could do about it, strapped to a bed with two beautiful women hell bent on punishment, whatever that could mean.

I didn't have to wait long for an answer as the older woman approached me carrying a huge gateaux. What the hell? I looked in surprise before she slammed the huge sloppy cake onto my face. It engulfed me totally, chilly cream splashing across my naked chest. I suddenly couldn't breathe The only answer was to try to shake my head before realising that I had to eat my way out of the cake.

The women were laughing at my peril, Brandi approached and slapped two huge cream pies onto my tits. I gasped, the cold chocolate filling engulfed my nipples, the heavy cream caressing me. Oh God I felt myself moisten, my body betraying my fearful position.

The women stood over me "Shampoo time bitch" One unscrewed the cap from a gallon jug of glue, she poured the heavy white goo over my brunette locks. Brandi started to rub it in from root to tip. I shuddered to think what would happen, would I be left bald when it set, but for now the feeling of Brandi's nimble fingers against my scalp was bliss, I felt my eyes roll back.

"Shit!" The woman cried. "She's getting off on this!" Well, try this bitch!" A sudden cloud of white powder hit me. Flour coated the sticky glue. Shit my hair was ruined.

They both left my line of sight but it was not long before I realised what was happening as my body was hit with a bucket of heavy goo. The older woman started to smooth out what, from the smell must have been melted chocolate. Brandi laughed, pouring what looked like coloured paint across my chest. My body was becoming heavier and heavier, coated with layers of mess.

I gasped as I felt a hand at my crotch A dildo was forced into me, to be honest I was wet by now, the feeling of being out of control and being destroyed, humiliated and ruined was doing weird things to my body. The dildo was held into place with an obscene amount of duct tape, shit I was going to get a free waxing too eventually.

Brandi held up a huge syringe, it must've held a gallon of what she announced was frosting and caramel sauce. She forced the plunger in and I felt a sudden rush from the intruder within me as I filled with thick goo. There was nowhere for the frosting to go except for Well, apart from the obvious so when the monster started to vibrate I almost exploded right there and then.

The woman laughed as she pointed out cameras above and around, me streaming my punishment live. I gulped. Brandi was busying herself applying evil clamps to my abused nipples before slapping two more pies on them.

They both slathered my body in honey, oh the rich smell and then layers of flour. "A bitch to get off, bitch!" Before layers of syrup and then pillows. Pillows? Oh shit, they ripped them open, letting the feathers scatter across my naked body. Brandi was kind enough to stuff them under my arms and, ripping off some of the duct tape forced some of the itchy bastards into my pussy before resealing me.

They laughed. I saw Brandi climb onto the table, she knelt above me smiling evilly. She moved her body up until her naked pussy was above my face. "If you don't make me cum I will punish you" She pushed herself onto me.

I had attended a girls boarding school, and had to admit I had toyed with my sexuality by felt I was fully straight. However, strapped down and unable to breath I opened my mouth using my tongue like my life depended on it, which, actually it sort of did.

I tasted Brandi, her sweet perfume engulfing me. She squirmed, feathers tickling her and my tongue lapping at her pert clit. I was no expert, but the position I was in Oh I lapped like she was the world's finest ice cream. It was not long before she was bucking and writhing before slumping onto the slops on my chest. "Fuuukkk" She sighed.

I had been aware of a mobile phone ringing, I watched the older woman approach me with a look of fear on her face. She carefully unbuckled the ball gag. "Who are you?"

"Jane Peterson." I gasped.

"Oh shit!" The woman put her hands to her face. "It isn't her"

"What?" Brandi squeaked.

"We have the wrong fucking woman This isn't the bitch who slept with my husband. One of my girlfriends was watching the live feed."

"Look, shit Sorry isn't going to cut it, is it?"

I stopped her. "I will forgive you, if you do one thing"

***

Brandi carefully removed the duct tape, frosting gushed from my pussy and she lapped it up before clamping onto my clit and sucking my lips. What I had lacked in style she had in spades, this girl knew women and I was soon screaming in pleasure with her cumming with me as the older woman attacked her with the now empty dildo.

We both slumped down in the mess, spent.

***

We showered together and, I am not ashamed to say, swapped numbers. I saw the Jennifer, the older woman, she was beside herself with regret. I just smiled.

"I need to book you in?"

"Eh?" A puzzled look crossed her face.

"For your treatment, your beauticians will be Brandi and I... " I smiled. "When can we fit you in?"

A smile crossed her face. "And, do you think you would like another treatment yourself?" She asked coyly.

"You try and fucking stop me!..."

~~Epilogue~~

Look, beauty salons are two a penny. What we have here is somewhat special. We deal in unique treatments, it's funny what a case of mistaken identity can lead to.