This is the story of my exciting dare to enter a massage parlor in a small village not too far from home. It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon and I decided to take a drive around the countryside. With my car windows rolled down and the warm wind in my hair, I soon came across the small village of SL4. Just as I was about to move on, my attention was drawn to the large contemporary building on the corner of the village square. It was only once I was out of my car and standing directly outside of the building that I realized what I had stumbled upon; a massage parlor.
I was both nervous and excited as I pushed open the large glass doors and stepped inside. The bright lights, inviting smell and friendly receptionist all made me feel at ease and I quite quickly established that this was no ordinary massage parlor. On the wall opposite me were several different options to explore, ranging from aromatherapy and deep tissue massages all the way to more exotic and daring activities such as tantric and fantasy-based services.
I decided to go for the latter and, after being warmly welcomed in, was taken straight to a private room upstairs. The room itself was luxurious, with dim lighting and calming music playing in the background. But I couldn’t dwell on the environs for long as I was soon introduced to my masseuse, who turned out to be a tall, dark and handsome Italian.
After exchanging a few pleasantries and allowing him to take my vital measurements, I was requested to undress and lie on the massage table. I did as I was asked, feeling my heart race and my tummy flutter as he began to administer the massage.
At first the massage was similar to any other one I had had before and nothing out of the ordinary happened. But the longer I stayed, the more daring and intimate his touch became. He massaged my scalp with his fingertips, working his way down my body and lingering in strategic places. His hands then moved far lower than any other massage I had experienced and I could feel myself growing ever more aroused with each caress.
I didn’t know what to expect next, and my surprise was even greater when he whispered in my ear that I should “fasten the handcuffs” that were attached to the sides of the massage table. I obliged, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable as I lay there fastened to the table.
From that point onwards, the massage experience became even more intense. My masseur began to massage my body with a combination of oils and lotions that were lightly and carefully applied all over me. His fingers, hands and even his tongue explored every inch of me, and he was not averse to giving me light spanks to get the circulation going.
The spanking was like nothing I’d ever experienced before and I shivered with pleasure as his strong hands firmly slapped my buttocks. As he moved forward to massage my thighs, I could feel my body heating up even more and my arousal growing to a point I had never experienced before.
He then made his way up my torso, lightly kissing my neck and ears before I finally felt his hand reaching around my stomach. This time, I felt like he was pushing through the barriers and unlocking a part of me I had never even known existed…
My masseur then moved his hands to other areas of my body and I felt every single bit of pleasure he was creating. I was completely in his control and felt an indescribable connection with him that I had never experienced before. By the time the massage was over, I was left feeling completely fulfilled and exquisite.
On my way out of the massage parlor, I couldn’t help but feel a buzzing in my stomach and a strange satisfaction that filled my entire being. I had taken a little risk in my life and experienced something I had never done before, but I knew that I wanted to do it again. A massage parlor in a small village may not be the most luxurious place to visit but it most certainly had the capacity to deliver something truly magical.