[FM] Masseuse in Training – Pt 1[bdsm] [drugs][cheating] [oral] [teasing] [ass eating] [massage]

I met her through reddit, she was posting in a local sub talking about her massage training and the
requirement to do so many unpaid hours practicing her new trade with lucky clients.

It was clear that she would eventually have a fulfilling career working the therapeutic and sensual
magic of her sensitive fingers, but for now she had to go about giving out free massages to
strangers from the internet (and presumably seeing and touching all of their nakedness within minutes of meeting.)

As soon as I saw the ad, and saw that she was a short drive from my neighborhood, I started to do a
little stalking. I found some very similar CL ads, and connected some dots and picked up on a
different reddit account with some risque pic and posts. Realized she had a very sensual erotic and
even submissive side to some of her other posts and comments, nothing over the top, but a smoldering
sexuality lurking in there with a particular interest, perhaps, in being a submissive worshipful
cumslut with a penchant for seducing married men and ‘serving’ them with a level of intensity,
skill, enthusiasm and worshipful submission that their wives could never touch. She liked ‘ruining
and spoiling’ them with her service and a huge load of appreciation was her reward.

Decided to take a chance and reach out and book an appointment. Worst case I’d get a free
therapeutic massage, best case, I’d somehow bring out the dirty side without making it obvious that
I knew more about her than I should. You know, plausible deniability. :) Maybe I’d even leave my
wedding ring on to spur her on.

I sent her a pm to the legit reddit account and mentioned her massage training post, to cover my
stalking as much as possible, and after I made sure there wouldn’t be any barking dogs or nosy
neighbors or jealous boyfriends around, I booked the appointment for the next day – I was on my own
for the weekend.

I guess because of my secret sexual intentions I got pretty nervous as the appointment was
approaching, so I pulled up into her wooded driveway and took a couple small hits on my vape… just
enough to get me good and relaxed and to enhance all my senses.

I walked up the driveway to her front door, feeling the weed starting to kick in, and stood there
for a minute and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

A few seconds after I knocked, she opened the door, looking like a very cute and demure girl next
door with a cheeky grin and an easy way. Wearing a cute little skirt and a tight t-shirt over very
ample breasts, I immediately detected a subtle scent of some kind of herbal not-quite-patchouli
hippy scent that sent a spark right from to my nose to my cock. At the same time, I had that shock
of recognition from her pics online, but of course she didn’t know me from Adam. We shook hands, I
told her my real name, and she told me hers: Sarah. She invited me in.

She led me through a nice house to a back bedroom, nice and warm and cozy (which is good because I
get cold when I’m naked and nervous) – unfurnished except for a futon mattress on the floor and a
huge mirror on the wall opposite, with lots of windows showing the woods out back. Very secluded and
relaxing.

She indicated the futon and handed me a towel, I noticed that her eyes subtly ran me up and down
until she locked gazes lingeringly and said “go ahead and take off your clothes however you are
comfortable, and I’ll be right back to serve you.” Then she kind of bit her lip and dropped her eyes
and grinned, and quickly retreated closing the door behind her.

From the other room, she put on some very mellow electronica new agey music, perfect for a mellow
weed induced massage. I took off my clothes, grinned at myself in the mirror, and lay down face
first on the futon and covered my butt with the towel.

She knocked softly and asked through the cracked door ‘all set, sir?’

‘Yes, come on in… but you don’t have to call me “sir”, “master” will do fine’, I joked. She
giggled and kneeled down beside me resting her small warm hands on my back as I reversed the tease
“or just use _my first name_, that works too.”.

‘Yes Master’ she replied with a smile in her voice, ‘It is only proper for me to address you as
Master, or I may get brave and use _first name_, but only in a totally worshipful tone of voice!”
she joked back.

Pheew – ice breaker flirtation successful. Damn, weed makes me say ridiculous things, but sometimes
it works out okay.

She complimented my mostly exposed physique and set out a warmed bowl of oil. Dipping her fingers,
she skooted up toward my head and began kneading my shoulders. It felt divine on my sore muscles,
and I knew I was in for a treat no matter what.

I heard her sniff once, then her hands stopped kneading. I heard her sniff again, much closer to my
ear this time. WTF?

“Master…???” She she said slowly… with an almost warning/inquisitive/curious/teasing voice.
“What’s wrong? Do I smell bad or something?”, I mumbled into the futon.
She sniffed twice, quitly but right next to my ear and almost into my neck, which sent electric
chills down my spine. “Mmmmmmm.” she sighed.

“Master, your masseuse might be able to give an even more relaxing massage, if you gave her
permission to smell as delicious as you do.”

“Uhh, what do you mean, you smell pretty damn great, if you don’t mind me saying so.”
“I don’t mind at all, but what I mean is … would it be okay if I had some weed too?”

I pushed up onto my forearms and looked back at her with a huge grin. She grinned back sheepishly.
“You smoke?”, I asked.

“Only with your permission, my master, and only to better serve you. It will help me relax and flow
into it.” she replied with a huge grin.
“Permission granted,” I replied, “But only if you share.”

She jumped up, scurried out of the room with a happy sounding “be right back!”

I relaxed again, knowing this massage was about to get a hell of a lot better.

She quickly returned with a small pipe. “Blue City Diesel” she said as she dropped to her knees next
to me, bowing her head down low and presenting the pipe and lighter to me in two upraised hands. I
got a nice view as I sat up, adjusted my towel to cover my now half mast cock, and took a hit.

I offered the pipe back to her, and she dropped her eyes down again and asked quietly, “do I have
permission to smoke this with you?”

“Of course?” I said, a bit taken aback at her increasingly submissive vibe… but feeling too good
to think about it to much. It just felt natural.

She took a few huge hits, and then leaned toward me with a lungful of smoke and gazed up at me
inquiringly. I got the hint and put my hand on the side of her head, kind of gripping her neck, and
she shotgunned the smoke into my open mouth.

“Now I am ready to make you feel very good, my Master, if I may?”

I lay back down, and what followed was the most awesome therapeutic massage I have felt in years.
She was strong and pressed deep into my sore stiff muscles with her hands, thumbs, elbows, and what
felt like her entire arm soft and smooth coated in warm oil as it flowed up and down my naked back.

She worked her hands down under the towel and rubbed my glutes so nice, subtly spreading my cheeks
and teasing my crack the tiniest bit, but not enough to admit that anything was going on. She
skooted down to be level with my ass and continued this work, from lower back to ass to upper thigh,
every move both sensual and therapeutic, frequently teasing up closer and closer to my upper inner
thigh, occassionally grazing my balls with her finger tips, occassionally spreading my cheeks or
sliding a finger down my crack ‘accidentally’.

The towel was quickly moved aside, as this treatment continued down my legs, feet, toes, everywhere.
As she worked her way back up my legs, spreading them out so that my balls were obviously on
display, we were obviously both operating at a very sensual level, but always with an air of
plausible deniability, as if this was just a normal massage that happened to involve a lot of skin
on skin sliding contact and a lot of exposure of my balls and ass.

Hell, if she wasn’t going to acknowledge it, neither was I, this was the greatest game ever.

As she worked her way back up to my butt and lower back, she straddled my lower legs to get a better
position and better leverage, leaning her upper body far forward and digging her thumbs into my
paraspinal muscles on both sides. As she slid them up, her head got lower and lower until I could
feel her breath on my balls.

She slid her hands back down and repeated the move, this time, even closer. I raised my hips up ever
so slightly and felt my balls touch her chin and my ass crack touch her face – nose? lips? That
breath was warm. Then I felt a tiny kiss on my ass, just above the balls.

“Is this kind of massage allowed, master?” I heard her ask in a small voice?
“Sure, whatever you need to practice, you have my full permission. Serve me however you see fit.”
“Thank you master. I only want to please you and serve you. Ahem.. that is, to give you great
customer service.”

This game went into high gear, still under the guise that this was a normal massage, and still with
a massive subservient almost worshipful erotic sensual intensity. She worked my ass and lower back
for some time, with hands swirling everywhere and her face and breath, kisses, and eventually tongue
working its way into every crevice until she was unabashedly eating my ass and gently massaging my
balls.

I moaned into the futon and raised my hips pushing my ass into her face and giving her free access
to my no rock hard cock. She only lightly grazed it with her fingers as she stroked all around my
pubic hair and the front of my thighs.

Soon, she started to cool things off and we both sort of snapped out of a trance. She went back to
being a demure masseues and worked her way up my body, doing amazing therapeutic moves everywhere,
finishing with my scalp and ears. Fantastic.

She stopped, kneeling above my head with her knees sort of on either side of my head and asked if
she could now massage my front?

I turned over, covering my hardness with the small towel, to continue the denial game. We both
pretended everything was normal as she continued to serve me like I was her Master and she my
obedient slave or I her trantic God and she my erotic devotee.

Once I settled on my back I realized that her ample thighs were on either side of my head and that I
could definitely smell her pussy, over the awesome herbal oils and the musky perfume she had on was
the delicious scent of a clean woman in heat.

She began to rub my chest and worked her way down to my abs, finger tips reaching down to graze
under my towel and barely touch the head of my cock… she was leaning more and more over my body,
her large breasts rubbing on my chest and her short willowy skirt now draped directly over my head.

The time for games was past. I didn’t ask permission, and just took what was now mine for the
taking.

Looking up at her panties I could see she was soaked through. The sweet musk of her cunt was like a
shot of sexual adrenaline to my buzzing brain, and I ran my hands up the back of her thighs, working
my thumbs quickly into the wet folds of her sex.

She continued to caress my lower abs and all around my cock and balls and she began gyrating her
hips, pressing her pussy onto my fingers and lowering her self slowly toward my face.

She got halfway down and then started to back away from me. I immediately smacked her ass, hard and
loud, raising a red welt almost immediately in the shape of my fingers.

She yelped and immediately moaned “I’m sorry master. I wasn’t sure what to do, how may I serve you?”
– a small line of moisture visibly running down her thigh.

In a firm voice I said, “first, you are going to take off these panties and lower this cunt of mine
onto my face so that I can taste you. Then you are going to start sucking my cock as deep into your
throat as you can, and after you have swallowed my cum, I am going to spank you until you cannot
sit. If you are a good little cum slut, I might just fuck you after ward.”

With that, I smacked her ass again, in the same place, and her body shuttered as she suppressed a
yelp. “Yesssss” she hissed.

She quickly stood up and took off her panties, then got back into the same position. “That’s a good
girl.” I said soothingly, as I roughly grabbed her plump ass cheeks, digging my fingers in with a
very tight grip as I pulled her ass down toward my face and inhaled her intoxicating scent.

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Okay, jesus, this got WAY more detailed than I thought it would. There were obviously chapters about
ass eating, spanking, infidelity, subservience, body worship, sixty nine, and light bdsm, but since
this is my first foray into writing I’ll stop here.

Sorry for the wall of text, if anyone is interested in hearing more, comment or pm me!

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