Deep Tissue, Happy Endings (closed for StFornicate)

[Sidney_1]

I took one last swallow of water, slipping my heels off before my next client. Lying on my gray office couch, I shut my eyes, knowing the familiar feeling of nervousness in my chest. Excitement. Fear. Surprise. Curiosity.

Every client was unique. No two sessions were ever the same. And yet, after a thorough background check, I knew it was my job to say “yes” to new clients as much as I could. My job wasn’t a job; it was a calling.

Manuel had told me that my clients would find me. I usually booked 4-5 clients per day, but today was a light day with only 2 clients at 8am and 12pm, so I had plenty of time to take a leisurely lunch and yoga class. My waiting list was now booked 4 months in advance.

Be grateful and courageous, Sidney. Have faith. You have work to do in your own country. You have everything you need. I could still hear and feel Manuel’s presence and wisdom.

I glanced at the clock; most clients arrived around ten minutes early. I slipped my heels back on and checked my appearance in the mirror. I had chosen a black and white geometric wrap dress by Diane Von Furstenberg and my favorite emerald heels. My make up was minimal except for a bright lip and gold hoops. None of this mattered; it was merely to make a first impression during the pre-massage consultation. I had found it put men at ease to mirror the amount of clothing that they wore. I wore my wavy brown hair loose, down.

Glancing up at the glass door, I saw a man that I assumed to be Mr. McCarthy walk toward my office and I quickly powered down the computer and phone.

The next two hours were all his.

 

[StFornicate]

I honestly didn't know what to expect. Just the other night, I had been out at a bar catching up with an old friend from high school, my buddy Kevin Sinclair. After a couple of buckets worth of beers between us, I guess I had started in about being stressed, and how much my back ached from work every day. Now, I work construction. And I hardly ever bitch about body aches. I pretty much always take them as growing pains, muscle aches, whatever.

Welding ain't easy, after all. I have pockmark burns from stray molten beads of metal on my arms and chest, as well as other superficial burns. I'm good at my job and those things come with the territory.

I guess it was just feeling more at ease, around an old friend, after plenty of beers, but I told him about how I hold all my stress in my upper back and that it's been killing me lately, nevermind the stress from my wife leaving me because I work on the road too much. Which, I only work on the road for the overtime, and she was always complaining about not having enough money...

So I took the card for a masseuse that he handed me. And I decided that whatever the price, I deserved what she had to offer, as Kevin gave quite the glowing review of her work.

And here I was, on a Tuesday, downtown. I had gotten to work two hours early that morning to make sure I finished all the welds I had to make with enough time to get out and get downtown.

I felt weird standing in front of a very nice office building, wearing dirty, burnt, baggy denim overalls and an orange tee-shirt with similar little burn-holes in it. I had barely made it on time.

She was pretty expensive, after all; this masseuse. I figured she could deal with a little dirt and sweat. I marched inside, finally, and into her office...

 

[Sidney_1]

“Hi, I’m Sidney Peters,” I say, extending my hand. “Are you Thomas McCarthy or are you lost?”

 

[StFornicate]

She was short, and to the point. And her point was well-made: I was the only person welcome in her office at that point in time.

"Uhm, yes, ma'am, I'm Tommy McCarthy. Please. Call me Tommy. Thomas is what people call my dad," he explained.

She was an incredibly attractive woman, to be sure. Her dress accentuated parts of her that sparked my curiosity, and not just the exceptional mounds on her chest. The curve of her hips, the flare up her sides, the exposed neck, all gave me a view of a woman, far more woman than mere masseuse.

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit dirty. I just got off work." I pointed out the window to the skyscraper office building under construction several blocks away. "We're building that monster over there."

 

[Sidney_1]

I glanced where Tommy was pointing.

“She is a monster,” I said, laughing at his choice of words. “But, she’s going up quickly. I suppose it was a smart move to have my practice here. I had a sense this area would be further developed. But, anyway, please, have a seat, I’ll get you a large glass of water, and I’ll explain the process.”

Tommy brushed his pants off and had a seat on the sofa.

“So, for your first appointment, and you shouldn’t need more than four, I blocked off two hours. Some men and women have never had a massage before and it’s helpful for me to understand their needs and how I work. Some clients only want me to perform traditional massage techniques, but I actually know many healing techniques and I find incorporating a wide range of techniques brings quick healing and a sense of well-being to my clients. I don’t really need to know your health history, I can discover it just by the way you react to my touch. . . but, most people like to know what to expect.

After this short intake, there will be at least an hour of massage, and then time for a shower or whirlpool therapy. Of course, if you’d like to shower before your massage, you can do so.

May I ask what brings you to my office? Is there anything in particular that you’d like me to be aware of or any questions that I can answer for you? I generally prefer my clients to trust me and be open to what I think is helpful for them while honoring and respecting their boundaries, too.”

 

[StFornicate]

I smiled softly across the desk at her. She was very professional.

"Well, it's been quite a while since I last had a massage. But you come very highly recommended from my friend Kevin Sinclair. And I guess I'm just gonna have to trust that you know what you're doing with your traditional healing techniques," he said, chuckling a bit.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head, not wanting to offend her, but having little faith in so-called "traditional healing techniques". "Umm, I hold all my stress in my upper back, but I use all my upper body muscles every day to do the kind of work that I do," I explained, "so you'll probably find a lot of knots and stuff."

"And yeah, a quick shower first might not be a bad idea..."

 

[Sidney_1]

“Well, I’ll pay particular attention to that area during your massage. The showers are in the back, to the right. You should find everything that you need as far as toiletries, socks, and a robe or towel. Just come out when you’re ready and once you’re on the table and I have you draped, you can remove the towel or robe. I’ll be dressed a lot more comfortably as well . . . my therapy creates a lot of heat and often I use my full body to help you release tension in your body. Some of my clients have even brought me their special requests for clothing! But, for our session today, I will wear my own short negligee so I can move around your body easily. I’m just telling you this so you’re not taken aback. I’m very comfortable with my body and I use it as a tool. And all my clients, male and female, remark that they find it more sensual this way. Alright, well I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

While Tommy was showering, I undressed completely and slipped on my favorite nude short negligee that laced up the front of my chest. It came down to my mid-thigh, but had ample slits for the legs so that I could straddle a client if necessary. I rarely wore underwear during these sessions and found it unnecessary. I tied my hair up into a loose bun.

I turned the heater on the massage table, turned on some soft flute music, and dimmed the lights. I placed the almond oil on the warmer and then applied some to my arms and hands.

I waited on the stool, feeling a sense of relief and excitement. Tommy seemed easy-going and I felt at ease around him. I couldn’t wait to explore his body and ease his tension.

 

[StFornicate]

Wait, did she say something about a negligee? My mind reeled for a moment, trying to comprehend her words. My (soon to be ex) wife had, at one point, described some bit of lingerie with just such a word.

This woman, I could tell, was so much more than a massuesse. I still don't know what it is about the woman, in spite of her many virtues, that gets me to simply listen to her, and obey.

Perhaps I needed that in my life. Regardless, I listened to her, and made my way to her shower room. I peeled my work clothes off. I didn't relish putting them back on later. I stepped into her shower, found soap and shampoo, and quickly and efficiently cleaned myself, scrubbing my well-toned, six-foot-tall body from head to toe and rubbing the shampoo firmly into my short brown hair.

I found I was eager to return to this woman's presence. This... Sidney was a creature unlike any I had ever encountered. And she would soon have her hands all over me.

My cleansing complete, I stepped out of the shower and used a towel to dry myself. My short dark hair dried quickly, and I rubbed the water off the rest of myself with the towel, and then wrapped it around my waist and made my way back out to see her again...

 

[Sidney_1]

“You’re lovely,” I whispered to Tommy as I settled him on my table and covered him with a light blue sheet and light cotton blanket. His chest and hair glistened with water droplets. He now had a fresh, clean scent. He carried himself with a grace, strength, and confidence that reminded me of my brother.

“Ok, Tommy, just release your towel around your waist and I’ll slide if off for you if you raise your hips. Perfect.”

I eased a bolster under Tommy’s knees to take any pressure off his lower back.

“Now, I’m going to help you relax and quiet your mind through your senses. Feel free to open or close your eyes and lose yourself in the Native American flute music as I tune into your body and work on you. To aid you in unwinding, I’d like you to close your eyes as I pass a few oils in front of your nose. You may also detect a very light, fresh floral that I like to wear for work. It’s a healing scent, too – for myself and others. Okay, here’s the first one. ..” I said, passing the bottle just under his nose.

“Just let me know, yay or nay, don’t think too hard about this. It needs to be instinctual.”

I had pre-selected a few essential oils that I could imagine would be good for Tommy’s back. Eucalyptus, spearmint, and lavender certainly. . . but, I always liked to throw some wild cards in just to see if the client was drawn to it. The wild cards were sandalwood, frankincense, and a spicy blend.

I passed each bottle under his nose, standing at the head of my table, keeping one hand lightly around his head and chin.

“Do you have a favorite or do you prefer I don’t add essential oils to your massage oil? I don’t want to overwhelm you. I probably should have just given you three choices,” I said, laughing at my own over-enthusiasm.

“Or, better yet, none. Not everyone enjoys sensuality to the extent that I do; I have to try to remember that.”

 

[StFornicate]

She guided me to the massage table and helped me get comfortable. I found myself more comfortable, actually, than I could recall being in months, if not years. The music, the lighting, the smells, and most especially, her, all contributed to ease my weary body and mind.

I closed my eyes, and she offered to let me smell the oils. The first few were a bit to floral for my liking, but the sandalwood reminded me of my dad's old woodworking shop. The frankincense reminded me of church, but the final option seemed to bring my senses to life, my whole body buzzing a bit from the scent.

"That last one will do," I said. "The spicy mix."

 

[Sidney_1]

“Ah, you chose my wildest card choice for you. I like this one, too, but rarely use it. ”

I began mixing it into the warmed bottle of oil and shook it vigorously with one hand. Flipping the lid with one hand, I poured the oil onto my hands and worked it in.

“Tommy, I’m going to work instinctively for a few minutes and just connect with your body and then begin where I feel guided to start. This room is a safe, private place. You might find yourself easing into a very relaxed state or feel very aroused at different times. This is normal and healthy, so please don’t feel ashamed or surprised. Information may also come to me at times and I will share it with you. You may want to reject, deny, or feel defended, or emotional. But, I encourage you to be open to hearing it, to feeling it. When emotions get stuck in your body’s energy centers they cause pain. And in this way, only you can make the decision to heal yourself, to be brave and honest, and then let go. I’m just the facilitator, but you heal yourself. It’s my job to be charming and convince you to let go, though,” I said, chuckling. “We all have our methods, no?”

“Ok, take 3 deep breaths and really try to push the air out of your lungs.”

I hugged my chest as close as possible to Tommy’s head, so I could feel the rise and fall of his chest with my palms and forearms.

I moved my hands to the sides of his ribs on each side.

“Two more,” I said. “Let me feel your life force. I know you’re thinking this is mumbo-jumbo, but in about three minutes, you’re going to feel a bit of relief in your upper back and discover that if you take deeper breaths, you’ll send oxygen to those muscles. I’m being told to tell you that it’s not just your work that is causing your tight muscles. It’s the combination of the work AND being hunched over and taking shallower breaths than you would if you were more upright. So, take upward breaks at work and breathe as you are now, imagining me with hands on your chest and you want to push against me.”

I could feel a bit of a stir in my own loins and I knew Tommy was getting this.

I drew my hands to his face, lightly laying my hands along different planes of his head. I raked my fingers through his hair, but I only sensed peacefulness. Not an over-thinker. Rare.

I moved my hands along his sternum, and then against his abdomen. I felt his abdomen tighten for a moment, and then moved my hands along each thigh crease. I sensed a world of hurt in there.

I moved lightly down each leg and then placed each foot against a breast.

“When you take off your work boots, or at least twice a week, I want you to make a conscious effort to step barefoot onto something soft. . . whether it’s grass, sand, a woman’s breasts, even a pool of water. It’s a way to slow down. You have a lot of physical energy, and that’s wonderful, but sometimes you need to take some time and let all that forceful, masculine energy settle. Most people aren’t aware that we soak up earth energy from literally having our feet on the ground, unencumbered. That’s also why I wanted you to remove the towel around your groin. I think you crave more freedom and spice but don’t express it.”

I knew Tommy wasn’t ready to hear anything further. I had already given him a huge download. Now, it was time for me to work more traditionally, allowing his body to relax and absorb the information.

I lightly kissed each foot and tied my negligee across my cleavage.

“Okay, I’m going to let you absorb all that and now I’ll start working with each arm. Please let me know if anything feels too uncomfortable. I may press on trigger points, although your energy overall feels very balanced. Are you feeling alright? Let me know if you get too warm.”

I placed a lot of oil onto my hands and rubbed it broadly upwards into Tommy’s muscled arms.

 

[StFornicate]

I listened carefully as she explained some of her methods. I opened my eyes and perhaps blushed a bit at her mentioning that I might get aroused, but that it was okay and perfectly natural.

Granted, with her rubbing the oil into my skin, wearing the barely-there negligee, it was difficult to keep from getting aroused. I was keenly aware that if I did become aroused, my erection would be quite obvious under the thin sheet that was my only covering.

Her soothing voice, however, made me quite comfortable, and the deep breaths she asked me to take eased out any tension that might have come from my increasing arousal.

The blood did begin to fill my loins, however, as she leaned onto me while I took those deep breaths, and her impressive, full breasts nearly spilled out of her negligee right in front of my face!

I had to say, I approved of her methods.

She touched me not with the clinical, examining hands of a traditional masseuse, but with a tenderness more akin to an exploring lover. My face, my hair. I watched her as she moved her hands over me, down my bare chest towards my hips. It was a natural reflex for me to tense up a bit as her fingers grazed over my abdomen, and then as she moved down across my hips, the touch triggered what must have been a sensitive, if neglected, erogenous zone, as I felt again that familiar rush of blood to fill my cock. Yet I dared not look down; I could feel the sheet straining a bit against my engorged member.

She moved down to my feet, and placed them against her large breasts. I nodded in agreement to her suggestion that I find a way every day to connect my feet to nature.

"I feel great," was all I could say as she began rubbing the oil into my upper chest, shoulders, and arms. It was hard to keep my eyes closed, though. I much enjoyed watching her do her work...

 

[Sidney_1]

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” I worked my hands vigorously along Tommy’s upper body and arms, paying particular attention to massage in a circular motion along his lymph nodes under his arm and chest. It was a self-healing measure that I performed on myself each day.

“You should be releasing a lot of stored toxins over the next day or so and you’ll feel even better. You’re doing great. I’m going to move onto your face and neck next.”

I moved to the head of the table and poured more oil onto my hands, pressing against Tommy’s jaw line, along the TMJ. He was a little tight there, but nothing like some of my clients.

I performed acupressure along his temples, lightly massaged his cheeks and finished with a soft tug at his ear lobes.

Tommy moaned softly and his penis stirred against the sheets.

“Some men enjoy having their arms in soft restraints above their heads as I massage their legs. Would that interest you? There are no right or wrong answers. During some sessions, people need to relax, and on others, they have different goals. My techniques, as you see, are very fluid.”

The scent of cinnamon, allspice, and cloves was intoxicating and energizing.

I suspected Tommy would say “no”; especially considering this was his first session, but I felt compelled to give him that choice.

 

[StFornicate]

I lay there as she worked on my arms and shoulders and chest. The spicy smells of the oils filled my nostrils and certainly helped me relax. The way she rubbed my body, it was like she was pulling the stress and tension right out of me. Everywhere she touched, felt like it was brand new once she was done. A bit tender, perhaps, but certainly much better than I had felt before I'd arrived in her office.

“You should be releasing a lot of stored toxins over the next day or so and you’ll feel even better. You’re doing great. I’m going to move onto your face and neck next.”

I smiled softly and nodded. "I'm looking forward to it," I replied. She then moved her attentions up to my head. I did my best to keep my gaze from lingering too long within her lusciously displayed cleavage, but I'm quite certain I failed in that endeavor. They were right in front of my face, after all!

“Some men enjoy having their arms in soft restraints above their heads as I massage their legs. Would that interest you? There are no right or wrong answers. During some sessions, people need to relax, and on others, they have different goals. My techniques, as you see, are very fluid.”

I nodded. "Sure, why not. If you think it will help, I'm open to it. You know a lot more about all this than I do," I replied, my brown eyes locking with hers. So many thoughts rushed through my mind at that moment, chief among them wondering if this woman was single, and if she dated her clients. I wasn't about to ask, of course. Not so soon, anyway. I did have another few appointments already on the books with her, after all.

 

[Sidney_1]

“Yes, I think it’s the spicy choice,” I said, grinning down at Tommy, and winking.

I adjusted my table so that Tommy’s arms were slightly bent at the elbows above his head. I then fastened the padded restraints, pulling up on the cord to give him a bit of wiggle room so that his muscles wouldn't feel stiff.

“There we go. You will probably notice that the lower half of your body will really feel alive. If anything feels too intense, just let me know and I’ll bring you back to a more comfortable place.”

I let my hands trail down Tommy’s chest, torso, groin, and legs until I settled at his feet. I pressed into each foot with my fingers along all of the reflexology points. When he reported that the point that represented his kidney was tender, I decreased the pressure. It was the same spot on both of his feet. He probably didn’t drink enough fluids. Like most of my clients, he reported that it felt really good to have his feet rubbed and then nearly fell asleep.

I removed the sheet from his left leg and tucked it against the right leg and under his groin.

“I’m going to bend your left leg outwards a bit, there we go,” I said as Tommy’s leg flopped open. I could sense his nervousness.

I paused, pouring more oil into my hands and then worked vigorously up Tommy’s long, muscular legs. . .up his calves and thighs. With each pass, I could see his erection growing. I continued until I sensed it would be painful to continue.

I covered Tommy’s left leg with the drapes and then rested my hands along his thigh crease, allowing the drapes room for his erection to tent comfortably.

“You have a beautiful, healthy body, Tommy. I’m balancing your energy a bit. I’m also giving us both a minute to rest and settle and then I’ll repeat the process on your other leg. How are you feeling?” I asked, glancing between his face and his groin.

 

[StFornicate]

Sidney fastened my arms above my head, and explained how it would help me feel better. And as she started working my legs, I had to admit, she was quite right! My lower body did feel an intensity of sensations I didn't quite realize was possible.

And it was intense, but I had no desire to lessen the intensity. I was enjoying it immensely. Her touch was exhilerating. Even when the foot rub nearly put me to sleep, I still felt so wonderfully alive.

Her hands seemed to regularly come very close to brushing over my obvious erection. But even when she tucked the sheet under my crotch, she was ever careful to avoid direct contact. I think that turned me on even more. I couldn't deny my arousal; it was obviously on display right before her. She seemed rather comfortable with it, and so I felt no need to draw attention to it, despite seeing her eyes glancing down at my stiffness.

"Thank you," I said to her. "I feel really great," I said, tugging a little against my restraints and smirking at her. She was resting both her hands on my thighs, basically on either side of the tent that had popped up at my groin.

"Honestly I haven't felt this good in ages."

 

[Sidney_1]

“Wonderful,” I said, peeling down the drapes so that Tommy’s groin and now-softened penis were exposed.

“I’m going to work a bit more intimately and personally for a few moments. There are a lot of lymph glands in your groin and people tend to get a lot of diseases in this region, so I think it is negligent for a masseuse to ignore this region,” I said pressing firmly with my warmed, oiled hands back and forth from Tommy’s groin to his lower abdomen.

“You’ll enjoy this the most if you close your eyes and focus on your breathing and letting go. You may find yourself getting very aroused and that’s perfectly natural and normal. Some men even ejaculate spontaneously. There’s no shame here, just letting go and healing. I have plenty of warmed towels,” I smiled.

I glanced at Tommy’s face as he shut his eyes and followed my suggestions.

Tommy moaned, gently rocking his hips in rhythm to my hands. His penis began to bob as it became semi-erect.

I poured more oil onto my hands and then lightly stroked Tommy’s growing penis. First, lightly up and down with one hand and then with slightly firmer, swirling strokes using my entire hand. The warm oil made it easy for my hand to move along his warm shaft.

“You’re lovely. I know your sexual organ is not a muscle, but I do like to send loving energy to it, which is what I’m doing now. I’m not intentionally trying to sexually stimulate you, although it may feel that way. If this becomes too challenging or I sense that I’m pushing you over your edge, I will stop. Or, just ask me to stop.”

 

[StFornicate]

And then, she was stroking, rubbing, tenderly caressing my stiffening cock with her hands! I had not expected such direct attention to be part of her methods, but I was more than happy to accept.

The oil felt amazing being rubbed into my sensitive skin down there. I wasn't sure, really, what to think of it all. I knew that I hadn't come to her for this type of stimulation; Kevin had mentioned nothing of the sort, after all.

I lay there, eyes shut, as she rubbed my cock to an intense stiffness, and it was entirely too easy to simply get lost in the sensations of it all. It was sheer pleasure, and I could feel the negative energy vacating my body.

I almost chuckled to myself at the thought. I wasn't normally one to get into all that kind of stuff. Negative energy and such. But her soothing voice made it seem like the most natural thing in the world.

I did, however, shake my head at her words. "No... Don't stop..."

 

[Sidney_1]

I gently cupped and caressed Tommy’s scrotum as my one hand continued it’s tantric dance along his growing penis. I could feel my own desire growing between my legs, but as I often did, I had to ignore it.

“Wonderful, some men are so exhausted or depleted that it takes longer for them to feel any sense of arousal. We’re going to alternate this arousal with relaxation now, and I will complete your massage on your other leg, and then I’ll have you roll over and I’ll focus on your back. If you feel you need a ‘personal’ break, I can step outside of the room for a few minutes, but this will reduce the amount of time that I can work on you. Shall we press on or take a break?” I asked, softly.

 

[StFornicate]

My dick was rock hard in Sidney's capable hands at this point. The way she handled me was pure heaven, and I knew if she continued, I would reach orgasm quite soon. But she was talking about moving her attention to my other leg, and then my back.

I shook my head when she asked if I needed some "personal time". The last thing I wanted was for her to go away. I found myself craving her touch more than anything in the world at that moment.

"No," I said. "Don't stop. I'm good," I told her, opening my eyes to look down my body towards her. It was a sight I will never forget: this incredibly sexy woman in a barely-there negligee, stroking my stiffened member, her luscious, perfect tits so close to just popping out of that negligee, and I was bound, unable to do anything save savor the moment.

"Don't stop," I repeated. I hoped the desperation didn't come through too strongly in my voice. I knew already I was a goner. I was hopelessly addicted to this sensuous woman...

 

[Sidney_1]

I could see in Tommy’s glazed eyes that I was approaching his edge, but he managed his sexual energy with grace and control. The sadness and grief had been replaced by a sense of hope and wonder.

“Mmm, beautiful. Although it might have felt like you were struggling to hold yourself together, you actually let go of a lot of grief. With each thrust, that was you re-programming your body to say ‘yes’ to love, ‘yes’ to pleasure, 'yes ' to novelty. I’m telling you, I may be the facilitator, but people heal themselves. We just did a lot of healing work here, although there is probably more for me to do. We just healed the topmost layer. You can only take so much at a time, or it will feel dizzying; trust me. We will probably do more healing work in this area during your follow up appointments if you continue to be receptive and I sense that it is appropriate.”

I kept my hands lightly around Tommy’s penis, squeezing him gently when I wanted to emphasize a point. Yes, yes, yes.
I could feel the waves of need, desire, disappointment, acceptance and trust in me. I was careful not to release my hands from his penis until I sensed that he knew it was not a rejection. Finally, his body relaxed and I released my hands from his beautiful erection.

“Wonderful. Now, just allow your body to return to that peaceful, relaxed state as I work on your right leg. And by all means, if you enjoy looking at my body at times and it brings you pleasure, then watch. Men, especially, are very visual, and I think it is ignorant and a rejection of God’s gifts for me not to use my body as one of my tools for healing and pleasure for clients. It’s okay, to peek,” I said, winking, trying to lighten the mood.

I loosely covered Tommy’s groin and penis and began my broad, Swedish massage of his calves and thighs. Once again, his energy quieted and he kept his eyes closed, his eyelids only fluttering occasionally as I advanced along his thigh. I was careful not to massage too closely to his groin.

“Tommy, I think you’ve reached a very calm place, “ I said softly.

“I’m going to lift up the sheet and have you turn over onto your back. You can rest your arms on the handles below the table or just rest them at your sides on the table. . .whichever is more comfortable for you. The more relaxed you are mentally, the easier it is to get those tight muscles in your back to release.”

I could feel my own womb tensing with sexual desire, wonder., and bliss. It was such a thrill and turn-on to see, feel, sense, and witness someone being healed. Although it took concentration and physical energy, my practice also invigorated me and made me feel very alive. It was a mutually satisfying experience—as I healed my clients, I healed myself.

 

[StFornicate]

I lay there in a complete state of relaxed bliss as she worked my hard-on with her supple, capable hands. She was gentle, but firm, never bringing me to the point of release but keeping me in a very good place.

And she was right. I was releasing a good deal of tension through her touch. I could feel myself growing more and more relaxed, and even when she let go of my cock and covered it and moved on to my other leg, the slight disappointment from losing that direct attention was replaced by a calmness I had long forgotten I could even enjoy!

I kept my eyes on her, of course, as well as I could, even though I was so relaxed at this point that I nearly fell asleep a few times. But the sight of her curvy, luscious body, and her hands on me, kept bringing me back.

Finally, she bid me to turn over onto my chest so she could work on my back. I smirked at her then, and winked, pulling against the restraints that bound my wrists. "You're going to have to let me out of these first," I told her, my eyes grazing over her body, soaking in the amazing view. My eyes lingered on her abundantly displayed chest for a good few moments before finally moving back up to her eyes...

 

[Sidney_1]

I laughed. How could I have left him like that?!

“I’m so sorry, of course.” I removed the bolster from under his knees and then released each wrist restraint, making small circles with his bent elbow to loosen up any tension in his shoulder joint before placing each arm at his side.

I could sense Tommy studying my figure and I avoided his gaze so that he wouldn’t feel self-conscious.

I sat on the stool at the head of the table and bent my chest over Tommy and lifted the sheet slightly.

“Okay Tommy, you should be able to roll over onto your stomach now. Again, I’m going to encourage you to just be open to what we find and how to heal it. You’re going to feel my hands sliding in a few different places on your back, and possibly sense them in the air above you. It’s my way of doing a little data collection before I problem-solve. "

I held my palms flat against his back, between his shoulder blades, and then slid them under his scapula around his ribs, allowing his body to communicate with me and connect to his energy field. I moved slowly down his middle and lower back, just above his buttocks. I could sense his sexual desire, but it was well-controlled.

With one hand, on his lower back, I made several, light sweeping motions down each leg, shaking off my hand as I completed each swipe. I then held my hands, which by now were full of heat and tingling with energy, flat above his buttocks along his spine, as I had between his scapula and kept them there until I was certain that he felt grounded and balanced.

His back arched slightly and I knew his sexual energy, and his 2nd chakra was probably being activated now that I had balanced his first. I sent a mental signal to his body that we’d work on that area at a later time or session.

“Wonderful, Tommy, I think we’ve balanced your grounding energy for now. Don’t worry, I’ll be working on your physical body, too, but just as you took a shower and cleared away the surface dirt. . .well, that’s what I’m doing when you think I’m not doing anything. There are layers around your physical body that you may not sense, but I can sense them and I have been gifted with the ability to sense these fields and clear away the psychic dirt to help you feel more balanced. This doesn’t even need to make sense to your logical brain. In fact, I think it’s beneficial that you don’t tend to overthink because it allows your body to just absorb the treatments. But, if you book a session with a massage therapist that does strictly massage techniques without energy healing then you’ll feel the difference when you leave. Many of my male clients come from analytical backgrounds, so they are constantly trying to figure out what I’m doing, so forgive me if you didn’t require an explanation and simply trusted me. I’m just so used to the questions, especially during the first session.”

I took a few breaths to connect back with my energy, Tommy’s energy, and where I felt moved to work next. My eyes and hands moved back towards his scapula and upper back where he had reported pain.

“Okay, Tommy, I’m going to begin with some light strokes, acupressure, and then some deep tissue work if needed along your upper back. Since that’s where you reported the most discomfort, I’d like to see what’s going on up there. How are you doing? Comfortable?” I asked, as a I poured a large amount of oil into my hands and rubbed them together, moving back to the head of the table in preparation to focus on Tommy’s upper back. I hugged my body close to the table, allowing his head to touch my abdomen and our bodies to remain connected as I re-lubricated my hands and arms with the scented oil of his choice.

 

[StFornicate]

I have to admit, as I lay on my stomach, I had two thoughts as she worked on me. The first was that I didn't really fully understand everything she was telling me, but it didn't really matter, because her voice was plenty soothing.

The second was that I was growing quite aroused! Fortunately, the table I was lying on was soft and comfortable, and so even as my cock stiffened beneath me, it wasn't painful to lay on.

My senses once more filled with the heady scent of the oils. I felt her abdomen press against the top of my head, and my eyes drank in what I could see of her long, smooth, bare legs. The negligee just barely came down over her hips.

She started to work on my upper back, after getting the rest of me aligned and soothed. I felt so much peace and calm. I felt my eyelids growing heavy once again as she eased the tension and stress out of my well-muscled back and shoulders.

"That feels amazing..." was about all I could really say in that moment.

 

[Sidney_1]

The music included flutes, nature sounds of birds and insects, and soft bells. In addition to helping the client relax, I found it helped me to relax and intuit what was best for the client, to integrate all the healing techniques that I had been taught throughout the world.

As my hands moved across Tommy’s back, I could feel his knots of tension… some larger than others.

Maintaining contact with Tommy’s back, I poured much more oil onto my hands and moved to his lower back and worked upward with broad sweeping strokes for several moments.

I could sense Tommy drifting and relaxing to a comfortable place and I took the opportunity to appreciate his lean, muscular back and arms. Created from natural work, not from hours at a gym.

The knots began to ease, to the point where I felt they’d release with focused attention.

“Okay, Tommy, I’m going to work a bit more deeply on these areas where I feel knots. I’m going to hold down quite hard and then try to loosen them up. Let me know if this is too painful or unsettling for you.”

As I continued my pattern of focused attention and then broad massage of the area, I spoke softly to Tommy.

“This area is the back of your heart chakra which is where you receive love. When I work on an area on a client, I get curious, and then I receive information. For you, this area is about love and loss, and I think it is deep-seated—something that needs to be explored with a counselor. Except I don’t see that being effective for you—especially with a female counselor. I actually sense that you’d be the most comfortable talking about your pain around this issue in a somewhat anonymous way, ironically with a Catholic priest or a male psychotherapist who lives far enough away where you would have no fear of running into him in your private life. I don’t know why, but you need that anonymity and that distance in order to open up fully and heal this area completely. But, for now, I want you to imagine this fence of knots is no longer needed. . . it’s a place where I want you to imagine love enters. No defenses are required. Whether it’s warm water, the caring and capable hands of your masseuse, a lover, or your children. Let the burdens and the history go for now and stay present for a few moments.”

After I felt the majority of Tommy’s knots dissolve , and he had released some soft moans of pleasure, I covered his back with some warm towels.

“I want you to really soak up that heat, and imagine it nourishing your back. I usually include the gluteal muscles, but I think you just need to soak up this heat for a few minutes, and then I’ll put the finishing touches on your massage. Oh, and it’s normal for you to feel so relaxed that you can barely speak. We’ll review your massage before you check out, and make certain that I’m addressing your needs.”