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See varning section eins, bitte.
Wednesday, May 22nd
I sat in the front seat of my car dressed in the thin white pants and
t-shirt, white sneakers
on my feet. I was parked by a woman's health club, waiting for my time to
come up. When it
did, I walked into the place, and was greeted by the receptionist. She
was an attractive redhead,
dressed in workout clothes.
"Yes, sir?"
"I'm here to see Gloria." Just say what the note told you, no
improvising.
"Just down that way, second door on your left." She pointed.
"Thank you." I walked down the hall, passing rooms full of
attractive, sweaty women,
jumping and gyrating. I didn't get an erection; I couldn't. My cock was
encased in a tube filled
with tiny pointed nibs. Every time I even started to get erect, the pain
was incredible. It was
called a Khali's ring, or some variation of it. I wasn't too fond of it
at all.
I found the door and knocked. A soft, feminine voice told me to
enter. Upon entering I
was greeted by the beautiful owner of the voice. She looked oriental; an
athletic body with well
proportioned and firm breasts was wrapped in a modest dress of blue satin.
Long, straight
black hair hung in a ponytail. Her face was pretty and serene. A light
perfume hung in the air.
"You are Alan? Good. You are wearing the device? Better. If you
are good, I will
remove it when we are done. Follow me." She turned and walked into
another room. She was
so overwhelming that I couldn't even speak.
The room contained three tables covered with towels. On each table
lay a naked and
beautiful woman. Sexy doesn't come close to describing them. The
workouts to keep bodies in
that shape must take all day. Pain in my genitals as my erection was
quelled brought me back to
reality quickly.
"I will show you the techniques once. If I have to show you a second
time, I will be
displeased. Do you understand? Good." She had yet to wait for a
response from me.
She got a robe and put it on over her dress. A small bottle taken
from her pocket drizzled
oil over the chest of the first woman. "You will give each of these women
a massage. If they find
it acceptable, you will be permitted to leave. Begin, here."
I moved over and began rubbing and massaging the first woman's
breasts. I heard a loud
THWACK a second before the pain shot through my thighs. Gloria had hit me
with a split
bamboo cane.
"Not like that, you idiot. Move your thumbs like this, you fingers
like this. You're giving
her a massage, not feeling her up."
That's the way my evening went. I would begin to massage, she would
hit me, then
correct my technique. I started to sweat profusely because I never knew
where the next blow
would land. My thighs and calves ached; my arms stung, my fingers were
going numb. After the
second blow I didn't worry about pain in my genitals. I was so worked up
about getting hit that
the thought of these women as sex objects didn't cross my mind again. Not
to say the the women
didn't try, twisting this way and that, spreading their legs to give me a
show, pursing or licking
their lips. I became an automation, there just to give massages. Not
that that stopped them; they
upped the ante, running their fingers up my thighs, caressing my ass,
massaging my balls. As the
evening wore on, they started doublbe-teaming me, and by the time I
reached the third woman,
the first two were rubbing their oil covered bodies all over my legs or
sticking their tongues in my
ears, or any of a multitude of other things. I found that by totally
concentrating on giving a
massage, I could block out almost all thoughts of sex. Any thoughts that
did make it to my libido
were bitten back by the Khali's teetht.
After nearly two hours, all three women agreed that I was a passable
masseur. I had
learnedlight and deep muscle techniques, along with pressure points on the
face and feet. I
could've
probably gotten a job giving massages.
Gloria then blindfolded me and led me into another room, directing
me with hits of her cane.
I felt her undo my pants and drop them to the floor. She stood behind me
and undid the biting
device.
"Now I shall show you one final massage."
From behind she grasped my limp cock with one hand while rubbing my
balls with her
other. It took a minute after all I had been through, but soon I had a
strong erection. Her hands
manipulating me felt better than I could ever do myself. I felt my orgasm
rising, and Gloria must
have too. One hand left my balls and removed my blindfold just before I
came.
I stood in front of a large wall of glass. On the other side was a
room full of attractive
women, dressed in aerobics gear, all staring in my direction. The fact
that I was being jerked off
in front of a room full of women took me over the edge. My cock exploded
in orgasm, and my
knees buckled because of the intensity of the blood rush. Gloria milked
my cum into a pan she
had placed in front of me.
It was then I noticed a figure on the other side of the glass with
her back to me, to whom
all the other women were really paying attention. I must've been behind a
one-way mirror,
looking onto a class. At least I hoped it was a mirror. Hoped and
prayed. Exhibitionism is not
my cup of tea.
Friday, May 24th
My wife had an exceptionally hard day today, and was very happy when
I gave her a full
body massage. I could tell that she wasn't in the mood for sex, being too
tired, and I wasn't
allowed to have sex anyway. Memories of the teeth kept my mind on what I
was doing. It was
nice just to touch her and to make her feel good. I think she really
enjoyed it.
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