Ariel was so bored. She was approaching 17 and her body was begging for something sexual. With a flick of her tail she swam into the deep ocean, letting her long red hair flow freely behind her.
She swam further until she crossed over the edge of her father’s kingdom, something she knew she was forbidden, but she didn’t care anymore. She swam near the coral, and then bumped into a large humphead wrasse. Its mouth appeared opened for a long time. Just as she was about to ask the heavy set fish what was wrong, a couple of thin long fish swam out. Not as intelligent as mermaids, they only spoke in words that summarized what would have been sentences. ‘Cleaning. Dead skin remove. Leave good skin.’
It took Ariel a while, but she realized what these small fishes were doing were helping remove old flesh. She knew this would help leave the new skin behind, in effect, keeping the skin healthy and beautiful, for the ladies.
Despite her efforts in using all kinds of beautifying treatments, she still couldn’t get it perfect, as there were hard to reach spots. So she was excited about the thought of getting a thorough beauty treatment that would make her even better looking than before.
So just like the other fish she had seen, she stayed at the coral, and let herself relax.
One of the fish came out, an old one for her species, and saw her.
‘Your name?’ she asked in a rather slow drawl.
‘Ariel.’
‘Skin therapy?’
‘Yes.’
She snapped her right fin, and her helpers came and took her arms above her head and wrapped them together in seaweed, effectively restraining her.
‘What, what are you doing?’ Ariel asked, not liking this.
‘Fish have scales. Even a hook in a fish’s mouth doesn’t hurt. Mermaids have bodies that are sensitive at the upper body. Cleaning fish can’t do their job when your body is moving too much.’
‘Oh,’ Ariel said, puzzled, but nevertheless accepted her reasoning. Her tail was bent back and tied down to the seafloor.
Now her body was completely exposed to the mercies of the treatment spa madam.
The cleaning fish arrived and set upon her body, starting with her exposed skin, starting with her face and arms, and her hands down to her fingertips and under her nails and in between her fingers.
Ariel closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations as dead skin was removed.
Fish darted into her ears and behind, her eyelids, the forehead up to the hairline. It was especially at the hairline they paid particular attention to. Ariel knew that area had been difficult to work on, and she was satisfied that these fish knew what they were doing. Ariel was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t sneeze as the cleaning wrasse deftly cleaned out her nostrils. They also swept through her long hair, removing old strands and removing the few split ends she had missed while grooming.
Ariel felt she was in paradise as the cleaning wrasses entered her ear canal and deftly cleared the ear wax without touching her ear drums. She couldn’t help but smile at the pleasurable sensations.
She giggled as the cleaning wrasse went down to her armpits and their mouths got busy with removing all the dead skin, going through every inch of her skin, leaving nothing behind. The sensations got overwhelming enough that she couldn’t restrain herself from giggling incessantly.
When they were done, they went down to her belly and hips. Now this was when she understood what the madam had been saying. She hadn’t realized her waist and hips were so ticklish. Her body simply would have shaken about, making the cleaning wrasses’ job impossible, but the restraints reduced her movements to a slow, undulating, hypnotic, even sensual dance. She opened her eyes in a brief panic and was relieved that no one was watching except the madam.
‘Sometimes I wish we fish had your bodies’ sensual capacity, our lives would be that much more fulfilling during our spawning season.’
‘W-w-what d-d-do you mean?’ Ariel barely could ask in the middle of giggling uncontrollably.
The madam merely held up a mirror, and Ariel saw her body’s sensual, erotic display as her hips shook ever so slowly from side to side in response to the wrasses cleaning and pecking away at her waist and belly, with her body restrained, her navel at the center of her waist and naturally being at the center of attention.
She was mesmerized. And strangely, she liked it. She liked her body tied up and her hips and navel erotically moving about, and she had a strange wish for a whole bunch of hungry mermen to lust after her navel.
The cleaning wrasses finished off at the point where her scales joined her humanoid body, at the waist area.
Then the cleaning wrasses first started around the belly button, at the edge of the depression itself. Ariel knew she was quickly being aroused by this in anticipation, as she watched the mirror. Then the cleaning wrasse deftly poked their long mouths into her belly button.
The sensations flowed throughout her body, causing it to go into involuntary movement of electrifying sensations.
‘Mermaids are more sensitive here than mermans,’ the madam said rather flatly.
‘Oooh yeeesss!’ Ariel moaned, tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes.
The madam saw how her navel changed shape as she stretched and relaxed her belly. She swam over and restrained Ariel, stretching her belly out. The cleaning wrasse deftly cleaned her navel lip, her folds and soft skin inside, as their mouths reached areas that a mermaid’s finger could not reach. Ariel entered into a long half an hour of ecstasy of helpless moaning and giggling and weeping.
‘I love you! I love you little guys! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh!….oh!…oh!... Do your worst!’ Ariel’s body restrained by the madam’s strong fins, she could only shiver with erotic ecstasy.
The cleaning wrasses withdrew from her belly button, and the madam shifted her body to bend forward, her body’s side profile forming a concave, and adjusted until her navel was less oval and more circular, just large enough for a single cleaning wrasse.
One cleaning wrasse entered her navel, slowly entering until every part of its body inside the navel was with contact with the insides. Then it spun slowly, left and right.
Ariel was now able to see just over her seashell bra her own navel with the cleaner wrasse’s tail sticking out of it, swinging about in the water, steering it left and right. She shimmied and circled her hips in the most erotic way she could think of.
Ariel kept on shimmying and circling her hips in the most erotic way possible, improvising her moves every time she thought of something more erotic. Her body was pulsating with heat she thought she might be boiling the water. She proudly said to herself, ‘Screw you dad, I am a mature, hot, sexy adult mermaid!’
Her sense of self-importance grew as she imagined young and horny mermen, allowed to only look but not touch, beg and plead for her to marry them, and her elder sisters watching in shock and green with envy at their youngest sister’s sexual prowess.
‘Keep it up! Keep it up! I love the way you tease my navel so hard, I love this torture!’
A powerful orgasm arose within her, at a level she had not been used to. Her eyes widened and her senses were at their sharpest as she stared hard at her own belly and navel. Finally she thrust her hips forward as wave after wave of uncontrollable orgasms flowed through her.
She swam further until she crossed over the edge of her father’s kingdom, something she knew she was forbidden, but she didn’t care anymore. She swam near the coral, and then bumped into a large humphead wrasse. Its mouth appeared opened for a long time. Just as she was about to ask the heavy set fish what was wrong, a couple of thin long fish swam out. Not as intelligent as mermaids, they only spoke in words that summarized what would have been sentences. ‘Cleaning. Dead skin remove. Leave good skin.’
It took Ariel a while, but she realized what these small fishes were doing were helping remove old flesh. She knew this would help leave the new skin behind, in effect, keeping the skin healthy and beautiful, for the ladies.
Despite her efforts in using all kinds of beautifying treatments, she still couldn’t get it perfect, as there were hard to reach spots. So she was excited about the thought of getting a thorough beauty treatment that would make her even better looking than before.
So just like the other fish she had seen, she stayed at the coral, and let herself relax.
One of the fish came out, an old one for her species, and saw her.
‘Your name?’ she asked in a rather slow drawl.
‘Ariel.’
‘Skin therapy?’
‘Yes.’
She snapped her right fin, and her helpers came and took her arms above her head and wrapped them together in seaweed, effectively restraining her.
‘What, what are you doing?’ Ariel asked, not liking this.
‘Fish have scales. Even a hook in a fish’s mouth doesn’t hurt. Mermaids have bodies that are sensitive at the upper body. Cleaning fish can’t do their job when your body is moving too much.’
‘Oh,’ Ariel said, puzzled, but nevertheless accepted her reasoning. Her tail was bent back and tied down to the seafloor.
Now her body was completely exposed to the mercies of the treatment spa madam.
The cleaning fish arrived and set upon her body, starting with her exposed skin, starting with her face and arms, and her hands down to her fingertips and under her nails and in between her fingers.
Ariel closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations as dead skin was removed.
Fish darted into her ears and behind, her eyelids, the forehead up to the hairline. It was especially at the hairline they paid particular attention to. Ariel knew that area had been difficult to work on, and she was satisfied that these fish knew what they were doing. Ariel was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t sneeze as the cleaning wrasse deftly cleaned out her nostrils. They also swept through her long hair, removing old strands and removing the few split ends she had missed while grooming.
Ariel felt she was in paradise as the cleaning wrasses entered her ear canal and deftly cleared the ear wax without touching her ear drums. She couldn’t help but smile at the pleasurable sensations.
She giggled as the cleaning wrasse went down to her armpits and their mouths got busy with removing all the dead skin, going through every inch of her skin, leaving nothing behind. The sensations got overwhelming enough that she couldn’t restrain herself from giggling incessantly.
When they were done, they went down to her belly and hips. Now this was when she understood what the madam had been saying. She hadn’t realized her waist and hips were so ticklish. Her body simply would have shaken about, making the cleaning wrasses’ job impossible, but the restraints reduced her movements to a slow, undulating, hypnotic, even sensual dance. She opened her eyes in a brief panic and was relieved that no one was watching except the madam.
‘Sometimes I wish we fish had your bodies’ sensual capacity, our lives would be that much more fulfilling during our spawning season.’
‘W-w-what d-d-do you mean?’ Ariel barely could ask in the middle of giggling uncontrollably.
The madam merely held up a mirror, and Ariel saw her body’s sensual, erotic display as her hips shook ever so slowly from side to side in response to the wrasses cleaning and pecking away at her waist and belly, with her body restrained, her navel at the center of her waist and naturally being at the center of attention.
She was mesmerized. And strangely, she liked it. She liked her body tied up and her hips and navel erotically moving about, and she had a strange wish for a whole bunch of hungry mermen to lust after her navel.
The cleaning wrasses finished off at the point where her scales joined her humanoid body, at the waist area.
Then the cleaning wrasses first started around the belly button, at the edge of the depression itself. Ariel knew she was quickly being aroused by this in anticipation, as she watched the mirror. Then the cleaning wrasse deftly poked their long mouths into her belly button.
The sensations flowed throughout her body, causing it to go into involuntary movement of electrifying sensations.
‘Mermaids are more sensitive here than mermans,’ the madam said rather flatly.
‘Oooh yeeesss!’ Ariel moaned, tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes.
The madam saw how her navel changed shape as she stretched and relaxed her belly. She swam over and restrained Ariel, stretching her belly out. The cleaning wrasse deftly cleaned her navel lip, her folds and soft skin inside, as their mouths reached areas that a mermaid’s finger could not reach. Ariel entered into a long half an hour of ecstasy of helpless moaning and giggling and weeping.
‘I love you! I love you little guys! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh!….oh!…oh!... Do your worst!’ Ariel’s body restrained by the madam’s strong fins, she could only shiver with erotic ecstasy.
The cleaning wrasses withdrew from her belly button, and the madam shifted her body to bend forward, her body’s side profile forming a concave, and adjusted until her navel was less oval and more circular, just large enough for a single cleaning wrasse.
One cleaning wrasse entered her navel, slowly entering until every part of its body inside the navel was with contact with the insides. Then it spun slowly, left and right.
Ariel was now able to see just over her seashell bra her own navel with the cleaner wrasse’s tail sticking out of it, swinging about in the water, steering it left and right. She shimmied and circled her hips in the most erotic way she could think of.
Ariel kept on shimmying and circling her hips in the most erotic way possible, improvising her moves every time she thought of something more erotic. Her body was pulsating with heat she thought she might be boiling the water. She proudly said to herself, ‘Screw you dad, I am a mature, hot, sexy adult mermaid!’
Her sense of self-importance grew as she imagined young and horny mermen, allowed to only look but not touch, beg and plead for her to marry them, and her elder sisters watching in shock and green with envy at their youngest sister’s sexual prowess.
‘Keep it up! Keep it up! I love the way you tease my navel so hard, I love this torture!’
A powerful orgasm arose within her, at a level she had not been used to. Her eyes widened and her senses were at their sharpest as she stared hard at her own belly and navel. Finally she thrust her hips forward as wave after wave of uncontrollable orgasms flowed through her.
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