The Resort
Chapter 4
Dalia woke to the sound of Maryam’s alarm clock. She stretched and sat up to see Maryam, still naked, standing in the middle of the room.
‘how did you sleep?’ she asked
‘How did she sleep?’ Dalia thought, really well actually, one of the best nights sleep she’d ever had.
‘Really well actually!’ she replied
Maryam felt a wave of joy to see how her friend was adapting already
‘Amazing! I knew you’d love it here!’ she said, beaming.
Maryam bounced off to the bathroom while leaving Dalia naked on the bed. She couldn’t think why but she felt slightly horny as she sat upright. She noticed a bottle of water next to her bed and reached for it.
‘The Resort Spring Water,’ it said on the bottle.
‘Obviously another product they made here,’ thought Dalia as she unscrewed the cap and drank.
She knew that they were attending a morning yoga class before breakfast so she got up to get her clothes.
‘I’ll shower later,’ thought Dalia as she opened the drawer reaching for her sports bra and yoga pants. She remembered what Maryam was saying about going Braless and seriously considered just wearing a T-shirt instead of the sports bra. She caught her reflection in the mirror as she was deciding and couldn’t help but check herself out. She was happy overall with her body as she had very round c cup breasts and a tight athletic figure. She stood naked in front of the mirror checking herself out from either side and started to arch her lower back, pulling her shoulder blades together to thrust her chest out. She wasn’t sure why but she rather enjoyed this pose, it felt sexy and comfortable. In the end she decided she’d give it another day to go braless as she pulled on her clothes. She’d normally wear a top with her sports attire but felt comfortable enough to go as she was.
The two women wandered over to the main terrace overlooking the sea where they had had dinner the previous night. There were about 20 or so others who had congregated there also wearing tight yoga pants and loose fitted T-shirts. Almost all of them, including Maryam, were not wearing Bras again. Dalia wondered whether this was one of those retreats where people felt like they could feel a bit freer. She felt like she really wanted to experience the feeling but still had too many inhibitions to really commit just yet.
‘Hi guys!’ came a familiar voice from behind Maryam and Dalia. Farida came bouncing over and hugged both of them tightly.
‘ooh Dalia, you look very sexy!’ she said noting the tight sports bra and yoga pants.
‘haha thanks,’ said Dalia slightly awkwardly.
‘how did you sleep?’ asked Farida
‘Yeah really well actually!’ replied Dalia, ‘it usually takes at least a couple of nights in a new bed to settle in’
Farida beamed at her, ‘I’m so happy! I knew you’d love it here!’
Dalia only half noticed that people kept using the same line every time Dalia’s progress was brought up.
‘Morning everyone!’ came a voice from the front, ‘please grab yourselves a yoga matt and a space.’ The woman was a brunette, western by the looks of her and had a very tight athletic body with D cup breasts. Like everyone present she too was braless.
Yoga mats were passed back from a small pile at the front until everyone was laid out in a space facing the instructor.
‘I hope everyone had a good night’s sleep and is keen to start their day correctly!’ said the instructor beaming around at everyone.
She put clicked a button on a speaker she had next to her which blasted out a low frequency tone which seemed to relax everyone in the class. Even Dalia began to feel relaxed and impressionable, as if, nothing could make her feel self-conscious or embarrassed. All that matter right now was yoga and she’d happily do anything the instructor wanted her to do.
‘Let’s start with a salutation to the sun,’ began the instructor as everyone stood on their mat and reached their arms above their heads in ‘Tree pose’.
The sequence lasted a few minutes and Dalia felt herself slipping deeper into that sense of relaxation.
‘now as you reach for the sky on this last one, I want you to lift your tops over your head and throw them behind you, release the expectation and the restrictions,’
‘Wait What!?’ thought Dalia in alarm as she half snapped out of the trance like state she had entered.
She looked over at Maryam who had already removed her shirt and let her large breasts fall out.
‘Now reach down and remove your pants, removing those last bits of tightness from your body,’ said the instructor as all the women in the group complied by bending over forward. Dalia looked ahead and saw Mirna’s bare vagina pointing at her.
‘everything ok Dalia?’ asked the instructor as she was still the only one fully clothed. Dalia glanced at Maryam who gave her look, egging her on.
‘I..—‘ stammered Dalia
‘it’s ok,’ said the instructor sweetly, ‘this is a safe space,’ she turned to the speaker and pressed another button that intensified the tone.
Dalia immediately felt more relaxed and impressionable as before as she fell deeper into the relaxed trance. She slowly removed her sports bra flinging it behind her.
‘What a feeling!’ she thought as her exposed breasts experienced their first taste of fresh air. She reached down to her yoga pants and slid them down over her legs, excited to see how it felt to be completely naked outside. She felt completely blissful and stress free as she stood in tree pose with the rest of the class, enjoying the cool sea breeze on her bare skin. None of them were aware as they all bent forward into downward dog pose that the camera behind them was very much on.
‘Now, this is the part of the class I like to reserve for relaxation and finding your zen’ announced the instructor.
‘lie yourselves down on your backs and try to feel the Earth beneath you,’
All the women in the group lay back and followed her instructions while the instructor changed the pitch of the frequency. Dalia felt her consciousness slip away until she felt like she was floating. She became completely unaware of her surroundings.
the instructor waited for a couple more minutes until instructing the women to sit up and spread their legs. They all complied without hesitation, including Dalia, the all sat upright with the soles of their feet pressed together.
‘feel the sensation in your breasts as your caress them,’ cooed the instructor at the front. All the women in the class raised their hands to their chests and started to gently massage themselves
‘feel their weight,’
The women cupped their breasts in compliance.
‘squeeze your nipples and feel how hard they are,’
the entire yoga class pinched at their nipples with a few quiet gasps of arousal.
‘no move you hands down your body to your route,’
All of them slid their hands down towards their crotch.
‘now begins the Yoni part of the class,’ said the instructor gently, ‘this is where you must guide yourselves, find your clit and rub it slowly.’
There were louder gasps coming from everyone at this point as they all complied, unknowingly, with her instructions.
‘feel inside yourselves and explore, you must all be wet for Master,’ she said soothingly
And with that the moans and gasps became louder. Dalia was sat massaging herself and feeling the same unconscious bliss she felt after her private time the previous night. Maryam sat next to her rubbing her clit hard while pinching her nipple with the other hand.
‘on the count of three, you will all come for your Master,’ announced the instructor massaging her own clit at the front.
‘one,’
The moans began to intensify
‘two,’ Dalia started to thrust her hips forward against her hand
‘THREE,’ shouted the instructor in climax
All the women in the class let out a chorus of moans and gasps as each of them orgasmed together. Once the excitement was over, the instructor sat up straight again and said,
‘Namaste,’
Dalia’s eyes flew open and repeated the words back to the instructor.
‘WOW,’ she thought, she felt amazing! She’d never felt so relaxed and relieved of stress after a yoga session.
‘Don’t worry about the Yoga mats Ladies, we’ll clear those away, just get you clothes back on make your way outside again for me!’ announced the instructor.
It’s a good thing too as none of them seemed to notice that every mat had a very obvious wet patch on them. Now that the low humming had ceased, Dalia felt very self-conscious about her current state and rushed to grab her clothes and pull them back on. She seemed to be the only one who was concerned by this as the rest of the class were very much taking their time to re-clothe.
‘How great does that feel!?’ exclaimed Maryam
Dalia had to admit, she did feel lighter than air, as if she had just worked away all of the stress she’d been holding for the last few months.
‘yeah,’ she said beginning to smile, ‘I do feel incredible,’
Maryam flung her arms around Dalia and giving her a tight hug,
‘I knew you’d love it here.’
The girls strode back towards the main house for breakfast after taking a shower. Dalia still wasn’t feeling comfortable enough to go braless as she watched Maryam’s bust bounce heavily as she walked. They sat in their usual places at breakfast and found the food to be just as delicious as ever. Dalia had felt a lot lighter after meals, she wasn’t sure what they were putting in the food to give her this feeling, every time she thought about it, the question seemed to be squashed down and she became unfocused and untroubled.
The agenda to Dalia’s day was a guided mediation session and then a massage before lunch. She had to admit she was really looking forward to the massage and couldn’t wait for a bit of time for herself. She had seen the masseuse from a distance during the yoga class and for some reason felt herself become a little hot whenever she saw the woman.
Once they had finished up with breakfast, Dalia and Maryam wandered over to a domed building, situated near the main house that almost looked like a planetarium. They walked through the door and Dalia felt awe struck at the inside, the building was windowless and was very cool, much in contrast to the scorching sunshine outside. There were cushions in rows spread throughout the circular room which had a mild purple tinge to it which made it feel like a very relaxing space. The rest of the class were slowly filtering in behind Maryam and Dalia who took a seat next to each other on two of the cushions in the centre.
‘Welcome everyone,’ came a dreamy voice from the front.
Dalia looked up to see a very petite woman with straight black hair tied in a high ponytail.
‘welcome to today’s meditation class; Get yourselves into a comfy position with your legs crossed,’ she began as she adopted a sitting position.
There was a mild clamour while everyone settled and adopted the same sitting position.
‘I would like you all to breathe in deeply,’ began the instructor as everyone began to inhale loudly.
‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5,’ she said while inhaling, ‘aaaand exhale, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.’
‘Now I want you all to do that 5 more times,’ she said as she instructed them in the same way. Dalia had never been one for meditation and this breathing exercise was beginning to make her feel a little light headed already, or maybe it was the strange incense that was burning in the room.
The instructor pressed a button on a system next to her which turned on a series of spiralling purple lights that Dalia could make out on the inside of her eyelids, this mixed the with the same low pulsing sound that was played during the yoga class made her feel instantly relaxed.
As they made their final breath, Dalia felt herself slip into a blissful daze, she was so relaxed that she was blissfully unaware of her surroundings. She could hear the instructors voice still but it was echoey, almost far away. She paid no attention when she heard the instructor say,
‘remove your clothing and resume your sitting position,’
She barely knew what she was doing and before long she was sat back down on the floor, just as naked as she was for the yoga class.
‘now as you breathe in, I want you all to take your right hand and find your clit,’
Dalia didn’t even think twice about this odd request as she reached between her legs and found her clit, realising how wet she was.
‘Now rotated in small anticlockwise circles,’ came the instruction of which Dalia obeyed with no hesitation.
‘If you feel the need to let out any stress of tension by gasping then please do,’
Any onlooker would have simply seen 20 or so women masturbating on the floor during a light show. Matt looking on the cameras from his office knew that this was one of the penultimate pre-conditioning classes for the young Dalia before she would completely submit to him.
‘Ladies, you mustn’t cum until we all count to 10 together,’ came the instructors voice.
Dalia was coming close.
‘1,’ came the instructors voice from the front.
‘2,’ Dalia heard Maryam moaning next to her.
‘3,’ Her pussy was on fire.
‘4,’ So wet
‘5,’ she could feel the familiar warmth building from her clit, but she couldn’t come yet.
‘6,’ she could barely hold it together
‘7,’ here it comes,’
‘8,’ The moaning from the class was becoming deafening
‘9,’ She had to Come NOW!
’10!’ a huge orgasmic cry erupted from all of the women’s mouths, Dalia felt the warmth spread through her womanhood as she continued to slowly rub her clit.
Dalia heard the distant instruction for them all to put their clothes back on and obeyed with very little awareness of what she was doing or what she had just done. They were all slowly brought out of their trance.
‘Namaste,’ said the instructor at the front as Dalia opened her eyes.
‘Wow,’ she whispered to Maryam, ‘I feel like I had completely passed out, do you remember much of the actual class?’
‘Hmm?,’ replied Maryam in a dreamy voice as they got up to leave.
‘Never mind,’ said Dalia still a bit dreamy.
They walked back out into the sunshine squinting slightly,
‘Ok,’ said Dalia, ‘I’m off to get my massage, what are you going to do?’
‘I think I might just sit on the beach and sunbathe,’ replied Maryam
‘ok, I’ll see you at dinner then,’ replied Dalia, smiling.
With that the two parted, Dalia wandering over to the spa, meanwhile Maryam, rather than going to the beach, walked into the big house.
The spa was tranquil, with a small water feature running in the foyer.
‘Dalia?’ asked the smiling woman behind the desk
‘yes,’ replied Dalia, smiling back
‘Good to see you! I’m Malak and I’ll be massaging you today,’ she said with a slight giggle
‘You’re really going to love it here,’ she said
Dalia was still too blissed out to comprehend what an odd statement that was.
‘If you go into that room there and take your clothes off, just lie on your front under the towel,’ said Malak
‘ok,’ said Dalia wandering into the room that Malak had pointed to.
Malak followed and pressed the button on a small stereo that played some peaceful music to set the scene. The room was dimly lit with the exception of a few ambient lights dotted around. Dalia removed her clothes as instructed and made herself comfortable under the towel. A minute or so later, Malak entered the room and whispered,
‘everything ok?,’
‘mm hmm,’ replied Dalia dreamily.
Malak then turned to the speaker and changed the track to the low frequency pitch that Dalia had heard in her other two activities at the resort which sent her into another dream like state of which she became seemingly unaware of what was going on around her. She had no idea that Malak had disrobed as well to show off her flawless body. She removed Dalia’s towel completely leaving her exposed on the bed and swiftly got to work on Dalia’s shoulders and lower back. What Dalia didn’t realise was that this resort’s spa specialised in Yoni Massage which is a type of Tantric massage that focuses on the vagina and is sometimes introduced as a method of relieving tension of the vagina.
‘This was bliss,’ thought Dalia, as she was unaware of Malak’s fingers stroking her clit and worked their way inside her.
The rhythmic pulsing seemed to make her more compliant and open to what was going on as she began to feel the familiar feeling of climaxing for the third time that day. Malak, moved her fingers around Dalia’s vagina with apparent expertise and it wasn’t long before she was gasping and moaning on the massage couch. The relief of stress was overwhelming, she was pretty sure she would have said yes to anything at that point in time. What she didn’t realise was that the drugs in her food and the subliminal messages being played to her were convincing her subconscious to do just that, to obey.
At least an hour went by where Dalia had felt herself orgasm several times. When the massage was over, Malak turned off the low frequency tone which brought Dalia back out of her tantric trance.
‘You’re all done,’ smiled Malak as she went to leave the room, ‘get your clothes back on and I’ll see you back in reception,’
Dalia smiled at her and nodded, it took her a couple of minutes to get herself up. For some reason, the absolute last thing she wanted to do was to put her clothes back on and would have gladly walked about for the rest of the day completely naked. It wasn’t long before Dalia was sat back in the peaceful spa lobby with a nice cup of cool herbal tea that she sipped on peacefully. The taste was something she had never had before. So many flavours found themselves on her tongue that she barely noticed how quickly she was drinking. When she was finished, she beamed at Malak and left the spa. She made her way back into the hot sun and went back to her room to change into something more comfortable. She entered and immediately stripped down naked. She caught herself feeling like this was a more natural state for her to be in, to wear nothing, so much more freeing and sexier. She just wished she had something more to compliment the look. She opened her drawers and saw a set of denim shorts and a cotton T-shirt that she hadn’t really been intending on wearing. It wasn’t quite what she had in mind but decided it’ll do, of course, she couldn’t just walk around here naked, she still had standards after all. She pulled the denim shorts straight on without any underwear and finally, after three days, decided to wear the t-shirt without her bra. It felt much better that feeling the restriction of that patriarchal rag. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and noticed that she could see her own nipples through the shirt. Ultimately, she did not care, no one was going to judge her here. She strode out of her room and towards the big house for lunch, feeling excited at what the other girls would say when they finally saw her without a bra on. She walked through the main doors and made her way to the terrace where meals were normally served. To her surprise, she found that it was deserted.
‘I must be slightly early,’ she thought as she sat down at her usual table just enjoying the view of the sea.
Maybe 5 minutes had passed before a waitress came along and offered her a herbal tea while she waited for the others.
‘yes please,’ said Dalia eagerly as she gladly remembered the taste of the last one she had had.
The waitress returned minutes later with a cup of the purple liquid. She bent over, rather more than necessary as she placed the cup on the table. Dalia was very much NOT a lesbian, but couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on by the sight. She sipped the tea happily and felt, for the first time in at least two weeks, completely at ease. She wasn’t quite sure if she was imagining it, but Dalia thought that maybe, the tea had some sort of alcohol in it. She felt woozy and light headed as if she had already drunk half a bottle of the wine from the previous night. While Dalia was sat there enjoying this wonderful blissed out feeling, she heard the door to the terrace from the house open with the sound of high heeled shoes walking towards her, she looked around. If it wasn’t for the blissed-out state she was in, she would have leapt up in surprise at what she saw. Striding towards her, upright and purposeful, was a butt naked and blankly smiling Maryam. She wore absolutely nothing except for a set of black stiletto shoes and, from what she could tell, a black bondage collar around her neck. Trailing behind her, in exactly the same manner, was Farida, Sama, Heba, and Mirna. They all walked upright and in a line, their breasts all bounced about while they walked without a single care in the world.
‘Maryam, What the fuck!?’ exclaimed Dalia as she tried to get up.
Dalia suddenly found herself incapable of movement and found her vision becoming hazy.
‘I’m so happy that you’re almost ready to see Master,’ Giggled Maryam as she had finally reached the bewildered Dalia
‘You’re going to make such a wonderful slave,’ added Sama eagerly.
Mirna and Farida just giggled stupidly behind them, still not looking anywhere other than straight in front of them. This was the last thing Dalia could comprehend has the haze, and drunken state she was in took their toll. She sank into blackness while the images of her four friends, standing in front of her at attention, their naked bodies on full show while thrusting their breasts out proudly, swam in and out of her focus until all was gone.