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Chapter 1.		My Shame 

	My name is Susan and I want to tell you what happened to me 
recently. I’m doing this because right now I feel guilt, and remorse, and 
most of all because I can’t tell my husband, Peter (not his real name), 
but I have to tell someone. Maybe publishing this anonymously on the web 
will help cleanse the shame I feel right now. Please do not think I am 
writing this to boast about what I did or at the time wanted. This is a 
true story and my name really is Susan, but I have changed other details 
to remain anonymous. 

	I live in a major city, lets say, Orlando, Florida. Peter is a 
Physician, specializing in facial reconstructive surgery. We are very 
well off, residing in a secure, guarded, and private development. The 
average cost of a house where I live is in excess of one million dollars. 
I married Peter when I was nineteen and have never had to work or want 
for anything. My marriage is strong and I love Peter dearly, but I must 
admit I become very bored with life at times. Life with Peter is very 
structured and always run by the clock. We even make love on schedule. I 
have often wondered what it would be like to have a different lover, who 
would do different things, other than what Peter and I do. With Peter our 
love making is always the same. Not that it isn’t wonderful, but I always 
know what to expect. The entire session may last fifteen minutes, with 
Peter always on top, and always climaxing on schedule. I wish sometimes 
that I could be on top, or that he would mount me from behind, with my 
bottom raised high, or that I could take him in my mouth. Well, I guess I 
don’t have to wonder anymore and in some ways I’m glad of what happened. 
And I guess also that my shame is somewhat mixed with thoughts of doing 
it again. Anyway, this is my story and I hope writing it to so many 
people purges the unpleasant feelings that I’ve been getting lately.

Chapter 2.		Massage by Paul		

	About six weeks ago, I was having my hair done at a private 
salon. On the way out I picked up a brochure laying on the desk that 
advertised other personal services offered the select clients of the 
salon. I didn’t read it until I got home, made myself a drink, and curled 
up on the couch to relax. Most of the advertising was about things like 
weight loss programs, facial treatments, nail clinics, and so on. One, 
though, stood out by itself. “Massage by Paul, a personalized 
experience”. I wondered what personalized meant. A massage sounded really 
interesting. I had never had one before and as I thought about it, the 
prospect of a man, a stranger, touching my back and legs, sounded 
somewhat appealing. After all, massages were perfectly legitimate and 
quite acceptable in upper class circles. I wondered where the massage 
clinic was and decided to write and request more information. 

	Two weeks went by and I received a small package from “Massage by 
Paul”, containing a write-up of Paul’s credentials and a glossy color 
brochure of services and prices. Paul was a licensed, registered 
masseuse, and a registered nurse. His business had been in operation for 
about one year and his clientele was limited to a small select group of 
upper class women. The brochure listed three basic packages. The first 
was titled “Pamper”, and included a forty-five minute massage, in the 
clinic, at a cost of two hundred dollars. The second package was called 
“Pamper Plus”, and included a one and a half hour massage, a pedicure, 
and fingernail treatment, a therapy pool session, and a facial. The cost 
was stated as five hundred dollars. The last package was the “Wellness 
Treatment”, and included a wellness exam, facial, nail treatment, 
massage, and specialized options, and could be scheduled at the clinic or 
at the clients home. The cost for the complete treatment, with options, 
was fifteen hundred dollars. The brochure really sparked my interest, and 
I pondered and fantasized on all the possibilities offered. I didn’t 
worry about the cost. I had my own banking account and even the expensive 
“Wellness Treatment” would not pose any financial problems. The more I 
thought about a good massage, the more convinced I became that I should 
try it. I was a little scared, but after all, other ladies probably did 
this all the time. Why should I deny myself of a little pampering and 
pleasure. And I wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, because massages were 
quite acceptable in today’s society. I wondered whether or not I should 
tell Peter about what I planned to do. I decided that it was no different 
than going to the beauty salon and Peter had no interest in that kind of 
thing. He really didn’t need to know. There was a telephone number at the 
bottom of the brochure and while I was still excited about the idea, I 
decided to call. On the second ring the telephone was answered and a 
pleasant sounding woman said, “Massage by Paul, may I help you?” I told 
her I was interested in scheduling an appointment for a massage. She 
asked, “ May I have your name please”, and when I told her she put me on 
hold. After about one minute she came back on the line and said my name 
was already listed as a part of the special client list that Paul 
maintained and how could they be of help. I told her I received Paul’s 
brochure and I was interested in one of the packages, but I wasn’t sure 
which one. She replied that since this was the first time I contacted the 
clinic, that “I would highly recommend the ‘Wellness Treatment’ because 
Paul will learn more details about you and could better serve you later.” 
She asked would I like to come to the clinic or would I like Paul to 
visit my home. I hadn’t considered having the massage at home, although 
it did seem logical to be in one’s own private quarters, rather than a 
place filled with people, with the constant interruptions of telephones, 
messages, questions, and so on. I said, “Yes, I think that it would be 
more convenient if Paul would come to my home and I will go with your 
suggestion for the ‘Wellness Treatment’ package.”.  Paul’s schedule had a 
free morning on the following Monday, she said, would that be suitable. I 
told her that was perfect and she confirmed that Paul would be at my home 
at 8:00am. I told her I had never had a massage before and was there 
anything I needed to do in preparation. She said that a nice hot shower 
before the session would help me relax and soften the skin. I thanked her 
and hung up the phone. I had done it and I practically ran around the 
large home, trying to figure out the best place for the massage. My mind 
even considered the bedroom, and then I thought that might be pushing it 
somewhat, and I quickly discarded the idea. I was so excited at the 
thought of another man touching me and the idea that I would be 
practically naked. What would I wear, I thought. A bra and panties. That 
seemed to be too personal and I ran to my bedroom to look at the possible 
clothes I should wear. A thought then ran through my head of what it 
might be like if I had no clothes on at all. I shivered with excitement 
and immediately chastised myself for letting my mind run into forbidden 
territory. I was a married woman of three years, had everything I could 
possible dream of, and I had no right in entertaining such evil thoughts. 
I would have a relaxing massage and that would be the end of it.


Chapter 3. 		Anticipation
 
Peter came home at his scheduled time and announced that he was going to 
attend a two day seminar in NewYork on Monday and Tuesday. He would catch 
the early bird shuttle flight Monday morning and return home on Tuesday 
night. He had done this several times in the past, so it was no surprise 
to me when he told me this time. I told him that I understood and I hoped 
he enjoyed the seminar. I felt a little guilty that he would be away when 
I planned my Monday massage, but it quickly disappeared, and I convinced 
myself that it would probably be safer. There would be no fear of Peter 
suddenly coming home early, even though that rarely happened. Or if he 
decided to take the day off, which never happened. In any case, I felt 
calmer about the situation and relaxed my inner thoughts and fears.

	It took forever for Monday to arrive, and when it finally did, I 
was so nervous I could hardly sit still. Peter was up very early and said 
his good-byes, with his usual formality, leaving precisely on schedule at 
5:45am. I still hadn’t decided what clothes to wear, and I looked once 
more in my clothes closet. I finally settled on wearing my house robe, 
with a bikini underneath. I thought wearing a bikini would add more 
dignity to the situation, and both the masseuse Paul and I would be more 
comfortable. It seemed to take forever for eight o’clock, and the closer 
it got the more butterflies I felt. You would have thought I was a young 
school girl waiting to attend her first prom. I couldn't sit down and 
constantly looked through the front window for Paul’s car to arrive. At 
about ten minutes to eight, I ran to my bedroom and removed the bikini, 
and quickly put on a new blue colored frilly bra and matching panties. I 
did that on impulse, wanting this stranger, Paul,  to see me in my in my 
most intimate undergarments. I stood in front of a full length mirror and 
wondered what men found so attractive in me, because I knew and enjoyed 
the many glances men gave me when I  was in public. I am of average 
height, 5’8”, slim, weighing 114 pounds; a true blond with short hair. My 
breasts are on the small side but firm and pointed. My areola’s are 
bright pink, almost red, and extend separately from my breast; my nipples 
are large and very sensitive. I have a very slim waist leading to my 
bottom, which I think points out to far, but apparently men like that, 
from what I have read. I have long legs, well proportioned to the rest of 
my body. In general I am considered very attractive and well distributed. 
Sometimes when men look at me, I know they are trying to see through my 
clothes and to be honest, there are times I wish they could. I put my 
robe back on and hurried back to the living room for Paul’s arrival.

Chapter 4.		 The Arrival 

	At about eight ten, the front doorbell rang, and I quickly ran to 
answer it. I didn’t look through the peep hole, but instead unbolted and 
opened the door. A very tall, well built, and extremely good looking 
black man stood in the entry way. Before I could speak, he said, “Miss 
Susan? I am Paul and I believe we have an appointment.” I was shocked and 
momentary speechless. I had never imagined that Paul the Masseuse would 
be a black man. I recovered quickly and said. “Yes, I am Susan. Won’t you 
please come in.”  Paul walked in and followed me to the living room. I 
gestured for him to sit down on a sofa while I sat in a single straight 
back chair opposite. He was completely hairless. His head was clean 
shaven, and there was no visible hair on the exposed portion of his 
chest. His skin was very black and almost had a shine to it. His arms 
were also hairless. I was fascinated, and quite impressed with the 
perfection of the man sitting opposite me. Paul spoke, “Miss Susan, where 
can we set up the massage table. While my assistant is doing that, we can 
have an informative chat.”  I had tried to figure out the best place for 
the massage, and had given up, hoping the masseuse would make the proper 
suggestion, so I responded by asking Paul where he thought might be the 
best place. Paul said that a bedroom with adjoining bathroom would 
probably be suitable. His voice was gentle and low, and reassuring. I 
began to relax a little and let my masseuse help me with certain 
decisions. “Would you show me a bedroom Miss Susan,” Paul asked. He 
followed me through several rooms and down a long hallway, to the master 
bedroom. He looked around and said the room was perfect and he would 
excuse himself for a moment to instruct his assistant as to the setting 
up of the equipment. I led Paul back to the front door and went back to 
the living room area to wait for him. Shortly I heard the front door open 
and a folded type of table was carried in by Paul and another impressive 
looking black man. Paul returned alone after a few minutes and sat down 
on the sofa again. He said, “Miss Susan, may I ask you some personal 
question, to help me determine your treatment? And please remember that I 
am a registered nurse, so there is no reason to be nervous.” I said I 
felt quite relaxed and that I would try to answer his questions 
accurately. 
He started by asking the usual questions, such as height, weight, did I 
have any major diseases, past operations, broken bones, muscle aches, and 
so on. But in between the general questions, a few were not so easy to 
answer. When was the last time I had a complete physical? “About a year 
ago,” I said. Another question. Are you on any kind of birth control 
regiment. I told him I was on the pill. How is my present sexual 
relationship with my husband, he asked. I started to answer quickly that 
it was great, but then in mid sentence, I admitted it was terrible. Paul 
then asked would I like to get started. I said that yes I was ready, and 
I really was. I wanted his large hands to touch me. We walked to the 
bedroom. 

Chapter 5. 		Exposure

A table was set up in an open area. The table was about two feet wide
and about six feet long. It was padded with soft looking leather and
had indents where a persons legs would go and a small elevated
headrest section. At the end of the table Paul’s
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parting between my legs, I ran to the bathroom, trying to cover my
nakedness with my hands.


6.		Solice

	I sat on the toilet and let my embarrassment bring me to tears. I 
bent over while sitting and covered my nakedness with my arms and knees. 
I was lost and didn’t know what to do, my shame of wanton lust, now 
overruling my desires. I wanted to run out and hide, but I would have to 
face the two black strangers again. Just at that moment I heard a genle 
knock at the bathroom entrance. It was Paul, “Are you okey Miss Susan?” 
When I didn’t answer right away, he walked in carrying my robe. He placed 
it around my shoulders and wrapped it around my shaking body. It felt 
warm and encompassing. It absorbed some of the shame and allowed me to 
speak. “I’m so terrible sorry. I’ve never done anything like that before. 
What you must think of me. Please forgive me.” It came out like a 
torrent, and Paul reached out to touch my chin and said, “Miss Susan. 
What I saw just a few minutes ago was wonderful. I am so honored to have 
seen you come out of a very dark place. You were absolutely beautiful.” 
His words were very confusing. I thought that I had done something very 
bad and he was telling me it was wonderful. “Miss Susan.” he said softly 
and reassuringly, “You are extremely beautiful, and what you did was 
beautiful. Please do not feel ashamed. I only wish that I could have been 
more a part of it.” Paul’s words brought me back, at least to a point 
that I started to question myself. His hand lifted my chin and I felt 
myself smile. I asked him, “How could any man want a woman so much out of 
control? I mean, I couldn’t stop myself, and I did this in front of 
strangers.” “Miss Susan. What happened to you was very normal. You chose 
to find your true inner feeling with someone who wouldn’t stop you. You 
had to do it and I’m so glad you chose us to be with you. You are a 
beautiful, fantastic woman, who now can feel proud of herself for 
releasing the true passion inside you.” I started to feel so much better 
and my smile grew and warmed. “Miss Susan. Why not let us pamper you, and 
complete this treatment. Cover yourself with whatever makes you 
comfortable and please do not let this bother you. I’ll wait for you by 
the table.” Paul left the bathroom and I sat there wondering what to do. 
A few minutes later I walked out of the bathroom and took my robe off and 
placed it on the bed. Without looking at either man I walked over to the 
table and slid myself on it. I was still totally nude, but I wasn’t 
embarrassed anymore. I began to relax.

Chapter 8.		My Treatment

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