[MF] I got an erection during a massage, and she exposed it and rubbed around it.

TLDR: Had a professional massage and got an erection. She exposed it and rubbed around it. No happy ending from her but she left for me to finish off.

I’ve [M50] have had erotic massages in Thailand with happy endings before and I’ve had sport massages for shoulder and back pain which was can only be described as agony and absolutely not erotic. But I’ve never had a relaxation massage. My wife goes regularly to a friend for just that. The friend is a spiritualist and performs raki and meditation type massages, so when my wife organised for me to go, I was a bit sceptical.

She had booked me in for a head and upper body massage. She said it won’t be anything like a sports massage but it will relax the muscles and reduce the knots in my neck and back.

I was fairly relaxed on arrival. I know her and her husband reasonably well and they made me welcome before she led me down the garden to her outhouse she had setup as her parlour. It was dimly lit, soft music was playing and very warm. Incense was burning but it wasn’t too smoky and quite pleasant smelling.

I [M] am a Massage Therapist who Gives Sensual Massages, and I Expanded to My Second Client [F], PT 8

Hey everyone, thank you for your patience! A lot of you messaged me asking when this would come out, so hopefully you enjoy. My tips and recommendations doc is almost done too, I’ve just had a super stressful few weeks with some unexpected life stuff, so I focused on writing this instead. I’ll be posting it to my profile in the next week hopefully though.

As the title suggests, we’re going to be pivoting our story for the time being to the second woman who I expanded my “services” to. As I mentioned in previous parts, Sarah had told me that she confided in a friend, Emma, about what had been occurring between us. Emma was apparently very interested and had been looking for a similar experience for a while, and asked if she could make an appointment. After mulling it over, I decided to let her pass on my contact info.
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The day after my [last encounter](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yjvfb5/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_when_my/) with Sarah, she texted me to let me know that she passed on my details and told Emma how to make an appointment. Within the hour, I received a notification in my scheduling app for a new appointment. Emma, Friday at 4:00 PM (My last slot of the day), 90 minutes.

Became someone’s own little whore! [FM]

Like many girls on this sub, I grew up religious. Modest. Covered elbow to ankle. Not allowed to touch a man. Repression breeds perverted sluts. No two ways about it.

By 18 I’d only slept with my high school boyfriend. Nothing special. I pretty much only interacted with people in my cultural and private school communities.

Yet I was obsessed with beautiful, frilly lingerie. Spent my paychecks on Agent Provocateur. Changed with the windows wide open since 16 to give my neighbours a little treat. Bought latex Vivienne Westwood heels.

At 18 I was a size 2, 5 foot 7, runners body with disproportionate F cup tits that were so perky a pencil wouldn’t even stay under them. Narrow, boyish hips. Tanned, big brown eyes, huge lashes. Unique beauty. I always wore skanky look at me outfits, and still do, even though now, at 25, my tits are a little softer, cheeks a little more prominent. I’m a 4 and H loves me more than ever.

Personal Yoga Teacher: Part Four (kidnapped, Noncon, sex slave, cum dump) ALL OVER 18

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I get in the shower, the hot beads of water pricking my back as I absorb the heat and move my head under too. It’s been a long day. After I had used her twice more, I left her to get cleaned up and with a list of chores. We used a lot of objects in the room and it wouldn’t be me who would be picking up after us. That would be a waste a resources, wouldn’t it? After showering, I turn off the water and open the curtain. I grab my towel and dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I make my way into the bedroom, sit on the bed, and pull up the rooms cameras on my phone.

Lily learns how to breastfeed the camp. [20s-40s] [Medical Exam] [Lactation] [MF] Part One

[This is my first attempt at writing erotica, so go easy on me. Also, there is a bit of build up in case you’re not into that. Feedback is welcome!]

Lily had just turned 24 and graduated with her bachelor’s degree and thought she deserved a celebratory getaway. Given that she was on a tight budget (a very tight budget), she began searching for “cheap vacations,” “cheap getaways,” “cheat retreats.” There had to be something fun *and* affordable. Eventually, she comes across a Naturopathy Adult Summer Retreat.

“Naturocamping is a week-long adults only camping and learning experience. Are you interested in leading a healthier life? Learning about the hidden powers of herbs, plants, and fungi? Do you miss the summer camp experience from your childhood of swimming, camping under the stars, and exploring Mother Earth? And let’s not forget building fires and telling ghost stories? Naturocamping is the only health workshop featuring doctors, researchers, and spiritual coaches, that takes place during an adult summer camp! For more information, check out our about Naturocamping tab above.”

[Lily attends the retreat and is now back home]

Elle the amazon tantric princess [MF]

I’ll readily admit that religion, spirituality and the concept of a higher power make my eyes roll. I do however understand the very human need to process and rationalise the experience of living, particularly instances of immense grief or cosmic euphoria. This is a story of two very different people experiencing intense emotional and physical highs.

Elle is all woman. She says she plays beach volleyball regularly which I believe. She’s at least 6’1″, super tan and her ass is round and shapely. Her face is a little boyish and I think she leans into with shorter hair that she wears mostly to one side. I find her incredibly sexy, and if you watched the beach volleyball during the olympics and lost track of the score more than once, maybe you would too.

Elle is Taiwanese, 30’s at the time and had travelled extensively throughout the world. Along the way she’s subscribed to certain schools of eastern spirituality. Energy, spiritual connection and so forth. My memory fades so I don’t recall how we even met, but our chats led to the spritual practice of tantra. I’d only had a vague concept of tantra as some kind of sex ritual and while Elle made great effort to try and explain it to me, we agreed to just have her show me.

[FF] My (27f) GF (34f) and I have been trying orgasm torture.

So, it’s been a while since I wrote a story. Had a bad time at my first practice placement for grad school and the last few months were especially bad. That being said, I’m at a new place now doing therapy for medical students, and life is a lot easier than it used to be. Moving on…

For the last few months, our sex life has been pretty good, despite the stress, and we’ve been pushing some boundaries and exploring some emotions we both have about sex. In doing so, we’ve pushed slightly away from the more traditional bondage we’ve been doing, but still staying in the realm of BDSM with things like orgasm denial and some light exhibitionism (going out on dates with a buttplug in, or with semi-visible lingerie, etc.) Typically, I call her Goddess and she calls me Toy, Slut, Princess, or Worshipper. It’s really nice, and I like feeling valued and noticed during sex.

A sensual party {sensual, not sex}

My handler slid the call button into my right hand. I was all set to go, cleaned, primped and rubbed down with something that smelled of lemons. The only addition they had made was shockingly blue contacts, per request of one of the patrons.
On hands and knees on a padded table, I braced myself, breasts swinging gently as they slowly wheeled me into the room. The others had been placed as the guests mingled. Two reclining couches, heavy tables with sumptuous chairs, a few loveseats, one St Andrews cross edged the room, while the two padded tables were being placed in the center of the room. A buffet table overflowed with rich tidbits and bottles of drink.
There were ten of us, all naked among a throng of exquisitely dressed people. We are special pieces at this holiday gathering. Rules were no sex/insertions, petting/touching welcome from the guests but not to be returned from the pieces, no abuse. A civilized gathering to say the least. Each piece had a call button for if the rules were broken with them, they needed a bio break or were simply overwhelmed.
The most of the pieces already had guests engaged with them. The twin blonde women on the reclining couches had what looked like a father and son sitting with them. The son was just gently petting his companion, while the father seemed intent on driving his to distraction with heavy petting. The men carried on a calm conversation as they each enjoyed themselves.
There were four pieces seated at the different tables, 2 of either sex. A male piece had a laughing brunette in his lap. She nibbled at his ear and played with his hair while she giggled with her friends. The lone female was pulled to her feet and led to a different table where the other girl, a redhead, sat curled under the arm of a gentleman who simple trailed his fingers along her body at leisure. The one being led, a petite and curvy girl with chestnut hair, was lifted to sit on the table. The gentleman who placed her there, pulled his chair in front of her, lifting her feet so they were on either side of his legs. He smiled up at her and caressed her thighs and legs, as she grinned down at him with blushing cheeks. The other male was sitting next to a gentleman who simple held his hand as they people watched.
The theme here was all sensual and soothing. I was surprised that the overtone of sex was so mild. I caught myself relaxing now that I knew.
The other padded table was still empty when I came in. That question was answered when one of the patrons stripped his date and placed her on the table on her back, legs crossed Indian style. Her clothes were placed in a drawer within the table, a call button in her hand. Built like a dancer, she submitted with nervous trembling. He praised her and promised rewards at the end of the night before walking away to sit on a loveseat with another patron.
As I scanned the room from my vantage point, a lady in a gray, shimmering dress smiled at me. She dismissed herself from her group and sauntered my way. Sliding a chair in front of me, she began to caress my face. Her green eyes latched onto mine and I realized this must be who made the request for a blue eye, black haired woman. Something about the way she smiled at me while she caressed me had me catching my breath. I parted my lips and she immediately started to run her fingers along them. I wanted nothing more than to lick her fingers, suck on them. But breaking the rules would have me expelled and I didn’t want to stop what she was doing. I had never been so relaxed or so aroused. She spent what felt like forever sliding her thumb along my lips, palming my jaw or wrapping a hand along my neck to turn my head where she pleased. She would come back and do that for minutes at a time through the evening, never speaking to me. She slipped me mouthfuls of sweet wine and bites of desserts and canapés. Occasionally she would caress other parts of my body as she moved across the room
In between those times, it seemed like everyone touched me. Some of them lazily as if I was a piece of furniture they patted as conversations wore on. Other with a focus that had me fighting for control, slight pinches of my labia or rubbing my nipples til I moaned. Most simply explored my body in fascination and curiosity. One couple was intent on finding where I was ticklish and I noticed they did this with every piece they met. I changed positions every once in a while. Downward dog which invited a lot of ass groping. Curled up on my side which seemed to cause the most general petting. Sitting in mediation pose only lasted a little while. No one seemed willing to disturb me.
The one startling moment came when one of the blonde twins screamed in orgasm. The whole party stopped to watch her writhe in the fathers embrace. He smirked as he pressed on her mound. A handler came to verify that no wrongdoing had occurred. They confirmed that he had merely overwhelmed her senses with words and fondling to the point she had orgasmed when he cupped between her legs. Her sister looked on in rapt attention, now cuddling with an older woman in a pantsuit. They both seemed to enjoy her siblings paroxysms of pleasure.
An hour or so into the evening, I was startled to see a cat girl come in through the door. She crawled alongside her master as if her appearance there was normal and expected. He waved her on and soon she was soliciting pets from around the room. The most interesting was watching her arch her back as people ran their hands down her in much the same manner as a cat. Even to the point of arching when people got to her tail, which was obviously an anal plug attachment. I delighted in watching her play her part, climbing on the couch to snuggle against the sated blonde or lapping wine from a bowl her master produced for her.
I enjoyed watching the other pieces as the night progressed. The chestnut haired girl had ended up splayed across the tabletop. But she moved on and spent some time with others before returned to be tucked in beside her original interest. They were on a couch as he palmed her breasts with obvious shared delight.
The dancer moaned and sighed her way through the evening. She only lasted about 1.5 hours before begging her date to take her home and fulfill his promises. He relented but made her walk to the car naked as payment for leaving early.
The loveseats and couches were full with patrons and pieces enjoying the power of touch. A couple had one female piece draped across their laps as they cuddled and stroked her. Another piece blissfully was draped in a chair as a male patron in a fine suit massaged her legs and feet. Many held hands or cuddled, nestled in against a comforting presence. One gentleman enjoyed putting pieces together to allow them to enjoy each other. The redhead and the tallest of the males seemed to enjoy this the most, while their instructor basked in their satisfaction.
Late in the night, one of the other pieces started to get handsy with his companion, who promptly called for a handler. He agreed to be bound on the St Andrews cross, rather than expelled. Once he was bound, he probably regretted the choice. By unspoken agreement, all those who touched him, only caressed his genitals. Rolling his balls in their hands, tapping nails along the head of his penis, palming the heavy twitching weight of his cock. Within an hour, he was a writhing mess. He didn’t last much past the hour. He used his call button and left for the evening.
The party ended shortly after that, as if his punishment had soured the mood a little. Many of the pieces were curled in with their favorites. We were all drenched in touch and sensation. You could tell some invitations had been issued. Pieces are not required to take them, but often do. The whole evening had been so arousing and yet, I was very relaxed. As I sat up to leave for the evening, the lady in the gray dress slid between my knees. She slid her palm along my jaw and smiled down at me before pressing silken lips to mine.
The first words she spoke to me were “Let me take you home”
And I did.

The First Induction (AKA – Like a Virgin, AKA Chapter One of my Hypnosis memoir) [OC]

*This post isn’t very erotic unless you’re into mind control. That being said it is the first chapter of a memoir that gets VERY erotic, so feel free to skip it if you don’t want back story, but read it if you want the full foundation on which all the sexy rests!*

After a short discussion about where to begin, we decided to start with him reading a script from one of the books he found helpful in the “research” phase of our journey (feel free to check out the intro post [here](https://www.reddit.com/user/kinkyandinsatiable/comments/x7uz4c/hypnosis_a_memoir_intro/) for more details). So, we found a time that felt right to both of us, sat down on the couch (who doesn’t love a comfy, tufted couch?!), and he read.