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When she rang the doorbell and I answered the door, I knew immediately there was something different about her. I’m not sure why, she looked normal enough. I could just feel it.
“Um, hi, I’m, um…”
“Megan,” I smiled and waved her inside, “we’ve been expecting you.” I stepped aside and closed the door behind her. “I believe we have you scheduled for a deep tissue massage?” I looked down at the little tablet in my hand while Megan stared around the place wide-eyed.
The Manor is not your usual spa. Yes, of course, we have all of the usual accouterments. We provide deep tissue massage, hot rock treatments, and even facials, but we also cater to people’s specific bends and fetishes. The Manor is, for all intents and purposes, a dungeon. Continue reading Futanari Stories – The Manor