I'm Rick, and I've been seeing my massage therapist, Gail, for nearly four years now. How do you explain a man and a woman with two entirely different backgrounds meeting for the first time and just knowing one another as if they had been life-long friends?
I get a massage from Gail every two weeks, whether I need it or not. It's part of my down time. We usually spend most of that time talking while she is working on me. And does she ever work on me! I've never had better massages. We talk about her relationship with her husband, her two boys, my relationship with my wife and children. We talk about her very non-churchy spirituality. We talk about my lack of spirituality and my ultimate awakening and departure from my hard-core, cultish, religious belief. And we talk about sex.
It was about my sixth visit, when I asked if I had to keep my underwear on and be tangled in the sheets all the time. I asked straight out if I could just be naked on the table. The truth - the bare truth as Gail put it - is that I could be any way I wanted to be so long as I was comfortable. And right there in front of her, I stripped to my birthday suit. I'm not incredibly endowed, but I gave up long ago being embarrassed about my body. I got on the table and she began her work. There was no illicit touching; I was simply more comfortable naked, and Gail was okay with it. We continued like this for almost four years. And even though I would have had more, and we did talk about it several times, I'm not the pushy type, so we went on with no problems, no touching, no issues.
I strolled in one Saturday morning at my normal time with a gift of a bottle of wine and noticed that Dee, the regular appointment before me wasn't there. I asked Gail if Dee was okay, and it turned out that she had to travel over the weekend for business. Very matter-of-factly Gail said, "You're my only client today, my last one cancelled also. Let me get the room ready. Go ahead and get ready, and we'll get started." She went into the therapy room and was there quite a while, something that isn't usual. Meanwhile, I got ready. I stripped. Her business is a private one and with no one else there I took the liberty of getting bare and walking around a little bit to see some of the "spiritual" items she carried.
I heard the spa music come on in the treatment room, and then I heard her call out, "The room is ready and so am I. Come on in." I walked in and was shocked. Gail was completely naked, lying on the massage table with her legs wide open, leaning back and propped up on her elbows with a big smile on her face.
"Surprised?" She asked with her beautiful smile.
"Well, yes." I responded. "We've talked about this before, and it wasn't where you wanted to go, so we didn't pursue it."
"I thought about it a lot, and it's a place I want to go now, if you are still wanting it. You've been unashamed in showing me the bare truth, I thought it only fair that you get the same in return and maybe some interest to boot", she said. "I had it waxed just for you", she said touching her pussy. "I know you like to see what you eat."
I looked at her bald pussy, gleaming with wetness in the dim light of the room. All I could think of at that moment was that I wanted more than anything to have that wet pussy in my dry mouth. "I'm still wanting it, Gail. I always have, but you had the key to this. Looking at you right now, I can barely speak, and I think the best solution to my dry mouth is your wet pussy."
She laughed and said, "Don't get in a big hurry just yet. As much as I want you sucking my juices out of my pussy, and as much as I want to squirt my girl cum all over your face, I want it a certain way. Look around the room and tell me what you see."
Prying my eyes from her sweet body for a moment I looked around. My eyes popped open. Laid out on a table at the side of the room were a nipple and clit clamp, a bondage thigh restraint sling, a "cool wax" candle, a leather paddle, a vibrating dildo, a cat o' nine tails whip, a ball gag, a bottle of water based lubricant, and a feather - a damn feather!
I looked back at Gail and said, "I see toys."
She smiled just a bit shyly and said, "I don't know if we'll use all that today, but I wanted to be ready just in case."
I wasn't sure who she wanted to be the sub, but all doubt was removed when she said, "Put me in the thigh sling. I'm always in charge in my business, and this time I don't want to be concerned with anything other than the pain and pleasure you inflict on me. I don't want to make any decisions during this time."
I understood as I have researched and seen this philosophy before. I lifted the sling over her head so the top part was across her shoulders in back and across the top of her breasts in front. I connected the leg attachments to her thighs holding her legs in a wide-open position and placing her in a sitting position. I attached wrist cuffs to her wrists and then to the outside of each leg, allowing her to be able to watch everything being done to her, but unable to reach out to stop or enhance any action.
I picked up the nipple and clit clamp. She no longer had any control. I quietly looked her in the eye and said, "If any line is about to be crossed that you are unwilling to cross, your escape phrase is 'fire engine'. Do you understand?" She nodded quietly.
I reached to her left breast and tweaked the nipple. Gently at first and then harder until she moaned. Her nipple stood out and I attached the clamp and then used the thumb screw to apply more pressure. She moaned more until she suddenly sucked in her breath in surprise as I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and bit down on it. I nibbled all around it until it had grown enough to be clamped. Again, I put the clamp on it and tightened the thumb screw. She sighed. I looked her in the eyes and brought the clit clamp into view, squeezing and releasing it to open and close it. She groaned, "Oh, God..." I dropped between her legs. I'm sure she was expecting the clamp immediately, but following the same process I used with her nipples, I applied my mouth. But not just to her clit. I licked her from her back door to her hole, stopping to taste her lips on both sides of her pussy, and only then did my tongue travel to her clit. I licked it. I laid my tongue flat on it and held it there, tasting her. I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. And I sucked her clit until she started rocking and moaning. I stopped. She flinched at the suddenly cessation of feeling and looked down in time to see me mount the clamp on her clit and tighten the screw clamp.
