Starting a New Paige, page 3
She said, “Well, I did say that I wanted to make sure that you had a really good time, and I really, really mean it. And, by the way, you are, by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! Um, I shouldn’t say this, but it makes me kind of want to be naked too and see what it feels like to be as happy as you seem to be.”
Paige leaned in and hugged her again and whispered something to her that caused Claire to smile excitedly.
Claire said, “Well let me put these things away for you.”
And she started unpacking my suitcase and putting my clothes in the drawers in the bedroom. She took my shaving kit into the bath and Paige followed her in.
I could hear Paige saying, “Isn’t this place amazing! Have you ever gotten to stay in these rooms! Look at this shower!”
Claire said, “No, in fact, I have never been in here before.”
Paige said, “No! Come out here, you have to see this!”
Paige led the desk girl out onto the patio and waved at the hillside, saying, “Look at that!”
Then she grabbed the cover of the enormous hot tub and wrestled the hard cover off of it and said, “And this thing! It’s gigantic! Can you blame me for wanting to stay naked in a place like this? Imagine how nice it feels! The air on your skin. Nothing between you and the woods and the water! And even your closest friends! Imagine it!”
Claire smiled sheepishly, a faint blush coming to her cheeks. Not because she was embarrassed, but because she was imagining it, and it sounded really good. She did want it. She had never considered it before, but boy did it sound great. Claire wasn’t into girls, but she did really like Paige, and me, and it sounded great, but she really would never have a chance to really do it.
Paige stared wide-eyed into Claire’s face, and, after a moment, a wide-eyed realization seemed to come over Claire as well.
Claire finally spoke, “Oh, did you have luggage you need brought up to the suite?”
Paige said, “No, there was this sort of a mishap at the river today and all of my stuff was lost. It was OK, I didn’t have much, and nothing I needed. I will need to buy a new wardrobe. That’s another reason I’m naked, I guess. When you saw me before I was wearing his T-Shirt and had the towel around my hips, but I didn’t have anything on underneath. But I am going to need some new clothes, and a toothbrush and stuff.”
Paige continued, “So, like I said, I don’t mind if you see me naked; please be as comfortable as you can with me. It’s cool that we’re friends now. And, if you think any of the other girls need to know, warn them that I will probably be OK with them seeing me naked too. I mean, we are at a spa, so it is just like if they were seeing me in the women’s spa area right?”
Claire smiled. She seemed like she was completely at ease with it now.
She said, “OK, I will. There’s a bathrobe in the closet you can use when you come down to the boutique to buy some clothes. We have some really pretty things! It’s OK to come in the robe. Because we are a spa, people walk around in robes all the time. No one will know that you are naked underneath. Well, none of the other guests, and none of the men, anyway.”
Then she said, “Oh, and I will have one of the girls put together a little basket from the spa with a few things you need, including a toothbrush and a hairbrush. And, please, let me know if you want anything at all. I am so glad to have met you and I am thrilled that you will be staying for a while!”
Paige walked Claire to the door and let her out. She turned around and declared, “Now, I am going to take a shower!”
I said, “Wait, what did you whisper to Claire? And did I miss it, or did you ever tell her your name?”
She said, “I whispered, ‘I can arrange that’, talking about her getting the chance to see what it is like to be happy and naked. And, no, I didn’t tell her my name yet. Now, show me how that marvelous looking shower works!”
I followed Paige into the bathroom, following her was becoming one of my very favorite sights in the entire world, and showed her the shower controls. Then she spun me around by the shoulders and pushed me toward the door.
She said, “See you soon!” and closed the door on me.
I could have used a shower as well, but apparently, that was going to wait.
I puttered around the room for a few minutes, checked my clothing in the drawer that Claire had put them in, then grabbed a clean shirt and put it on. I went out to the patio and checked the hot tub. I set the temperature to where I liked it (a few degrees cooler than standard, which was more comfortable for longer soaking times), and made sure that the rigid cover was folded and down properly.
After that, I sat down on the patio to wait “for wherever we are going”, as Paige had said, and just relaxed.
There was a knock at the door again, and a voice called out, “Housekeeping!”
The maid didn’t wait for me to open the door, but used her key and came on in. I was a bit surprised, but maybe Claire had told her to just come in.
The girl said, “Hi, I have a gift basket from the spa for the lady” and she looked around the room to see if Paige was in the room.
I had a slightly wicked idea, but I was going to do it anyway, and I expected that Paige would actually want it this way.
I said, “Oh, come on in. She’s in the bathroom, getting ready. You can take it to her if you like.”
The maid, whose name tag said “Rhonda”, smiled and almost jumped. Apparently, Rhonda had heard at least some of the story and wanted to see the stunning naked woman in the Presidential Suite.
She said, “OK, if that’s OK,” and she hurried to the bathroom door and knocked loudly, saying, “Housekeeping, Miss. May I come in?” and without waiting long for an answer, she opened the door and peeked around the door.
I heard Paige call out something and the maid stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She was gone for several minutes; she and Paige must have been talking.
When she came out of the bath, Rhonda was smiling and a little bit flushed. And she had the three top buttons of her blouse undone and some nice cleavage showing! What effect did Paige have on these women?
Rhonda said, “Thank you, Sir. It is good to see you again as always. My name is Rhonda, and if I can help you and the lady in any way at all, please call housekeeping and ask for me by name. I am looking forward to seeing more of you throughout your stay. I hope you will see more of me several times before you leave!”
Rhonda rushed through the last part of her sentence and was clearly breathing hard by the end. She excused herself and hurried for the door.
I thanked her and followed her to the door and let her out. As soon as the door closed, I looked through the peephole to watch her leave, but instead, I saw something else.
Rhonda knew that I had followed her to the door and that I had closed it behind her. Instead of walking directly away, she turned back facing the door, and looking back and forth down the hall, as if to ensure that no one could see her, made sure that the coast was clear. Then, standing back a few feet and looking straight into the peephole, she undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, slid it wide open, unclasped her bra from the front. She pulled the cups aside to expose her breasts completely! Rhonda stood this way for about ten seconds, then, looking down the hall again, she reached up and started rubbing her breasts and pinched and pulled her nipples for a moment!
Rhonda was obviously getting turned on by her actions, and by the likelihood that I was watching her. With another glance down the hall to make sure no one was there, she quickly slipped off her blouse completely and then dropped her bra off her shoulders and gave her breasts a good fondling caress. Standing completely topless, looking lustily through the peephole at me, she actually started to drop one hand down toward the waistband of her skirt.
Yes, Rhonda was a beautiful girl, alright. She wasn’t kidding when she said she hoped I would get to see more of her!
After another moment, but before she let her hand actually slide inside her skirt, Rhonda grabbed her blouse and buttoned it back up, without putting on her bra. She picked the bra up off the floor where it had landed and, after a significant look at the door, knelt down and pushed it through the gap underneath!
She stood up, straightened her uniform, and started to turn to leave. Then she turned back briefly and blew a kiss at me through the peep hole.
Of course, she couldn’t know for sure that I had been watching, but she was obviously hoping that maybe I was. And since she couldn’t know for sure, she could pretend to herself that I had not been looking and that she hadn’t really just exposed herself and fondled her own breasts for a guest at the resort; for which, she would have probably been fired, unless the manager was very, very, understanding of the situation.
And her very lacy, front hook bra was sticking out under the door to the hall. I retrieved it from the floor, but I didn’t know quite what to do with it. It was very sexy: no under-wire and widely spaced demi-cups that showed off her cleavage beautifully from what I could remember of my brief look when she was still wearing it. This wasn’t a work bra, um well, I guess for Rhonda it was though.
What was Paige going to think about this? As I thought about it, she may have put Rhonda up to it. She must have. Rhonda had to have been prompted to do that. She certainly wouldn’t have done that if I had been alone. I hoped. Or maybe I hoped that she would. This was confusing.
All of this in just the last three hours or so! My life was changing fast. I would never have even flirted with the staff here. Or any woman, really. Not like Rhonda had just so blatantly flirted with me; if you could call it that!
I heard the shower turn off and then, after a time, the hair drier started, as Paige finished her freshening up. She came out looking radiant.
She said softly, “Come here.”
Chapter 4 - The New Page
Paige took one of the chairs from the living room and placed it facing the sofa. She pushed the coffee table out of the way so that it wasn’t separating the two and motioned me to sit in the chair. She sat across from me on the sofa.
She sat forward and started to speak. She said, “I need to tell you some things. We need to talk now about what is happening. I feel really good, so now we can talk about it. You rescued me. You treated me with respect. You gave me the clothes off your back. You brought me to this amazing place and when we got here, you had them give us this suite because you thought that I would like it. From the very first moment, when I first climbed into your boat, I knew that you were the one.”
She didn’t sound sad, but she did sound more serious than I had seen her so far.
She continued, “I feel really good. Really safe. Really cared for. Really happy. And, most of all, again, really safe.
This is the first trigger, I guess. Certain things happen and then I get a memory of what needs to be done. All of the conditions are met for the first trigger, and I’m so happy. I don’t know what I am about to give you. I don’t think that I’m supposed to know, and I don’t want to know. It might screw things up, and I am not going to do anything to screw this up! The locket has some information in it. I told you it was all I had and that my ID was in it. We get to open the first section now.
OK, so don’t freak out. Um, I know this is weird, but it’s OK, somehow. And, I told the housekeeping girl that she could do whatever she did when she left, so I don’t want you to worry about that either. I don’t know what she did, but I gave her permission to do what she really wanted.”
Paige leaned forward even farther and said, “Um, there are instructions that we have to follow. Oh, please don’t be freaked out. I know that you love me, so it’s all going to be OK.”
I thought about it, and yes, I did love her. I loved her desperately.
I said, “I do love you, Paige. It has been all so fast, but I’m not freaked out. I don’t know why, but I’m not. And I don’t want to screw it up either.”
She smiled a little and said, “So, then you can trust me? No matter if it’s a little weird? It’s so important. And we love each other, so it’s all OK, right? I have this locket, and it has instructions and stuff and I have to give you parts of it when these trigger things happen when conditions are met, and this is the first one because I love you and you took care of me.”
I said, “OK. We will do whatever we need to. Just tell me what I can do.”
She said, “OK, here goes. First, I lick this end…” and she brought the cylinder up to her lips and, while keeping her eyes glued to mine, she licked the end of the cylinder on her right side.
Leaning forward far enough for me to touch it as well, she said, “Now, you need to lick the side of the end I just licked.”
I leaned forward myself and stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked where she had indicated. There was a low hum, and then an LED lit on the end of the cylinder. Then there was a click, and about half an inch of the locket separated and fell into Paige’s hand.
She sat back onto the sofa and held the piece out to me and said earnestly, “Here, it’s a Bluetooth device. Connect it to your phone. There’s a message for you. You have to use ear-buds so that I can’t hear it. It’s important.”
I did as she said and got my phone and headphones, and paired my phone with the device. My phone brought up a document and the sound started playing a recording that narrated the document.
The audio started, “Chosen One, Page has delivered this document because you have met the First Trigger.”
I noticed that the document spelled out ‘page’, like a page in a book, not ‘Paige’, like her name. It didn’t seem to be a typo though, and I found out soon enough that it was deliberate.
The recording went on, “You have met Page, she has accepted you as the Chosen One, you have had that first special kiss, and she has deemed you to be trustworthy. She has found herself to have no need to feel any reserve or modesty in your presence, and you have delivered her to a location of safety and comfort.
These were the conditions for the first trigger, and when they were completed, her ‘programming’ triggered her to open the first instructions, which you are reading and listening to now.
By ‘her programming’, I do not mean that Page is a robot or anything of that sort. Page has certain operant conditioning and vaguely remembered instructions that will kick in at certain points as you get to know each other.
Here is what you need to know at this point: I am the ‘Old Page’; she is the ‘New Page’.
She is a new, fresh, somewhat different version of Me. Please understand that everything that I am explaining to you now was done deliberately by Me, to Me, because I wanted to. I did it by myself: no one else knows about this in any way. I have been very deliberate and careful in all of my goals and planning. I hope that you learn to trust me and my intentions; it is important to Me and to Her, that you do.
I am, or was, a moderately successful young woman. At the time that I write and record this, I am 38 years old, but I may look younger. I have unusual genes in several ways. My own ‘programming’ growing up and being raised the way that I was created a fairly driven, self-absorbed, selfish, … well, bitch. I had a good job, I made good money, I was in good shape (I hope you agree), and I had no real friends, and could not maintain a relationship with a man.
I really need to be very honest with You for safety reasons. How can you handle this if you don’t have good information?
I am (not ‘was’) highly sexual, but never found a good man that I could trust who would also be right for the bitch I was. So, I’m still a virgin (unless you have already changed that, but I don’t think that you have, wink). My hymen is long gone, though. As I said, I am ‘highly’ sexual.
I’m lonely. I’m alone. I’m frustrated. I want more. I want love. I want to make love. I want to be loved. I want to love someone. And now, I bet that I am in love with You!
Brutal Honest Truth: I want the ‘I dream of Jeanie’ life. I want my ‘master’. Not as a slave, but as a real man who I love beyond fear. I want a life very different than I have.
I have planned carefully and programmed a New Page. She won’t remember Me. She won’t have my baggage. I have left my world behind. I cleaned up all of the ‘browser history’ of My life. The ‘Old Page’ is now gone except for My gifts to You. My plan must be working; otherwise, Page would be dead or worse. In the future, there will be more messages from Me, but right now I need something from you.
First, some information:
Page is all natural. There has been no cosmetic surgery or enhancement. What you see is my natural genetics.
Page has had all of her body hair permanently removed, except for a small, easily shaved area above her pubic mound. Just in case you want something there.
Page is highly sexual. She has not been programmed to be so; she is naturally so.
Page has a sub-dermal contraceptive and cannot get pregnant unless it is deactivated.
Page is very open to you as the Chosen One and to others she trusts, but will never betray you in any way. This is a result and natural consequence of removing all of the unhelpful programming that I had received through my own life.
Page is not her name: it is her designation as a new version of me. Instructions for obtaining ID documents will follow soon. Her name is up to you.
Now I need you to do something for me - something for her. Look over at New Page.
She is probably sitting nearby, facing you. She probably has her knees spread wide, trying to expose her pussy to you. She is probably breathing heavily and her heart is racing. She probably looks like she is desperate to pounce on you as soon as you give a hint of permission. We need you now. We need you to fuck her brains out. Please! Oh my gosh, I am imagining it now! I have to stop and take care of this - and we need You to stop and take care of her now!”
The recording ended. That was a lot to take in. But it all made sense somehow. I did believe it and for some reason, I did trust the Old Page.
I look over at the New Page. She was sitting on the small sofa across from me, completely nude (naturally), with her legs spread obscenely wide, as if she wanted her pussy to be the focus of my world right now. She was lying back a bit with her hips at the edge of the sofa, her hands at her side gripping the edge of the cushions, just as predicted. She was breathing fast and obviously nearly out of her mind. It looked like she might explode in orgasm at the slightest touch.
