# My Ex; the Masseuse
**Preamble:**
My Ex is the jealous type. Our breakup was one-sided – I felt she was too clingy.
She reacted strangely to the news of my new girlfriend so I agreed to let her massage me one last time – a “friendly” – since she worked at a local beauty shop and “massage” was her specialty.
**Description:**
So I am at her house, naked down to underwear and she somehow sneaks handcuffs on me while I’m laying back and relaxing. I thought the instruction to lift my hands up over my head was a massage position.
She starts to tease and stroke my thighs while asking what my new girlfriend is like. Before I get much chance to react, she cuffs my legs as well. I knew I had to resist but I was reluctant to overreact and was preparing to have a long talk to get us through this.
I protest, lightly at first: “I can’t do this, sorry… just untie me now, we’ll chat”
She pulls my underwear aside and starts stroking my already hard cock; keeps asking if my new girl can do it this good.
“My girlfriend will be really pissed if she finds out… ” – maybe I chose the wrong words…”Just untie me so I can ring her and at least confess we’re getting back together” – I pretend; knowing I would leave immediately on release. I think she knows I would too, and keeps stroking…
I keep objecting, knowing that any strong physical reaction won’t get me anywhere, “Please let me go, we’ll have sex, I promise” – it’s an empty promise, and I’m edging closer. My ex knows how to stroke my cock better than anyone – including my new girlfriend – and I think she knows it.
She’s moaning now; getting off on my attempts to mask the pleasure. I keep trying to convince her to let me go but my sentences end with involuntary moans.
She starts explaining that she needs my semen so she can have my children. I went from shock to flattery to being turned on to… WTF I can’t do this.
“It’s not like we’re together or having sex” she justifies “We’re just at a kind of fertility clinic, and I’m helping you”. I now realise that describing her as “clingy” was an under-thought.
She rambles on about massaging my balls to optimise semen production and then puts tape over my mouth. I guess she got sick of me pleading but she doesn’t say much at this point.
So OK, this has got to end – time to get serious. I have an actual girlfriend to worry about. I decide to get physical and pull hard on my cuffs, with my arms and legs, and prepare to break them and go home…
THEY. ARE. SOLID. I really thought they were toys and I’d be on my way. Shit.
She senses how close I am to ejaculating and then calmly explains the need to “edge me” to pump up the semen count. She tells me to “relax, stop trying to break the cuffs and just let it happen” – like I had a choice.
The way she kept sliding up and down my cock, so slowly, but with such pleasure-precision was dropping me into some dizzy state of euphoria. She kept speaking softly, encouraging me to hold on a little bit longer, saying some weird shit about her children coming out.
I could feel my load build up in my sack. She kept stroking at exactly the same pace in exactly the right way. At this point, there was no way I could prevent orgasm – my mind had lost control over it. A thrust of cum came spurting out – more like pumping out – so many times, I didn’t realise I had it in me.
My eyes were kind of fuzzy and I could barely move – even without cuffs. I lay back in a state of near-sleep. I don’t remember exactly what she said after that but when she finally let me go, and I walked out the door, she told me to come back next week.
A part of me thought “that’s fucked up” and the other part thought “see you next week”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/l89dnk/my_ex_the_masseuse_wont_let_go_mf_massage_femdom
Mmm yummy