Massage Parlours Elton Green CH2

Massage Parlours Elton Green CH2

Margret knew she was taking a risk coming to Elton Green. It was frowned upon by her family to visit a massage parlour, let alone one with such a bad reputation. But something about the alleyway had pulled her in, the smell of incense and the whispers of mystery which seemed to echo through the dark shadows.

As Margret stepped over the threshold, she was welcomed warmly by a young woman who welcomed her with open arms. She was introduced to the parlor’s owner, Elisha, who gathered her beneath a velvet curtain and brought her to a dimly-lit room.

She was asked to undress, and told to take her time and relax. Margret undressed slowly, feeling the same freedom that she had felt when she was first stepping over the threshold moments earlier. But this was different. It was exhilarating.

As Margret lay face down on the massage table, Elisha set to work kneading her stressed muscles with expert precision. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body as Elisha worked deeper and deeper into her back. One movement led to another seamlessly and soon her entire body felt like jelly.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted and Margret started to feel present in her body in ways she hadn’t before. Elisha reached for a bowl of aromatherapy oils and began to drip them onto Margret’s back. The scent filled the room, and gentle music started to play.

The music seemed to be calling her to something unknown. Margret felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the table, her body responding in ways she never thought possible. Every sound, sensation and emotion seemed to be heightened.

When the massage was over, Elisha informed Margret that the room was equipped with a shower; a place for her to rinse off the oils and aromatherapy scents that now clung to her body.

When Margret stepped out of the shower, much to her surprise, two other women were waiting for her in the massage room. Both were dressed in lingerie and were wielding whips and chains.

Terrified, Margret asked what was happening. “The massage was just the beginning. It’s time to explore your inner desires.” one woman explained calmly.

At first Margret refused, but the women were extremely persuasive. Eventually Margret allowed the women to take her on a journey into the unknown.

The women placed Margret in a number of different positions and asked her to express her most passionate fantasies. Margret realized that these women were not only professional masseuses, but also incredibly skilled dominatrixes.

The women took turns torturing and pleasuring Margret in every possible way. Their touch was soft and gentle when necessary, but also firm and unforgiving when needed.

Margret gasped in pleasure and pain throughout the experience, and eventually felt completely drained.

When it was over, the women thanked her for her willing participation, then left after bidding her farewell.

Nevertheless, as Margret left the massage parlour, she felt changed, and she knew that she would never be the same again. Realizing that she had just experienced something extraordinary and strangely liberating, she decided that Elton Green was a place she would always want to come back to, no matter the cost.