Massage Therapy

Massage therapy can be sexual therapy. In a modern gynocentric society, women are entitled to a life of happiness and pleasure; it is a woman’s right to seek pleasure however and whenever she desires. And sexual massage therapy is a popular form of pleasure-seeking.

Though massage therapy is often defined as a type of treatment for muscle aches and pains, in a female supremacy it also means much more for women, including nude massage, sexual massage, and orgasm therapy. These massage services are, for women only, fully covered by government incentives and health insurance. Many women visit these professionals on a regular basis. And many women will have a personal list of their favorite massage professionals. At any particular gathering of women, whether in small groups or large meetings, most women love to talk about and recommend their masseurs and masseuses to each other.

Today, a small group of women are meeting for lunch together. As the women gather around the table, two women sitting beside each other are talking:

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“How’s your husband doing?” asks Sophie, who hasn’t seen her friend for a few months. Dressed in her finest business suit, with her short skirt both corporate and revealing, she’s prepared to go back to her executive office after their lunch.

Eve gives a little sigh. She’s a high school teacher, and dressing more conservatively is a requirement of her job. Wearing a long cotton dress and sensible shoes, she does look like a school teacher. But at lunch, she’s got a powerful, sexual authority among her friends. Thinking about her husband, she knows she’s got him under her control at home. “He’s fine. Works a lot, and still spends all of his time at home with housework. He’s still a perfect husband.” She’s been married for over ten years to her faithfully submissive husband. To Sophie, she asks quietly, “and how is the training of your new hubby?”

Sophie has only been married for a few months yet. “Wonderfully. I have him at home most weekends mopping the floor and doing laundry. And then he barely complains if I go out with friends. And weeknights, let’s just say he’s getting very good with his tongue. My happiness and pleasure are important to him.”

“Speaking of your happiness and pleasure, how was that massage therapist I recommended last week?”

Her eyes lit up. “Amazing! I spent two hours at his office last Thursday night laying naked on his table while he massaged and pressed and rubbed and stroked me everywhere. Just pure ecstasy! I walked out relaxed and so happy.” Sophie laughed and appeared to be dreamily reliving the night over in her thoughts. “And when I got home to my husband, he had the house clean and a bath ready for me. And some more pleasure in bed to end the night. A perfect evening.”

Eve wanted more details. “You mean your husband gave you an orgasm in bed of course.”

“Oh yes. Pussy worship at his finest. So sensual. He was very excited to be down there between my legs licking me to orgasm. He was even better than most nights. I think it was a little jealousy. Or maybe competition.”

“Smart man, your husband. He knows he’s got to perform his best to give you better pleasure than your masseur.” Savoring thoughts of her friend’s pleasure-filled night ending with her husband between her legs, Eve paused. “And did he? Was he better than your therapist?”

“Well no, actually.” Sophie, of course, had a much more pleasurable time with her professional therapist. “My hubby was very satisfying. But that therapist was truly amazing. With his hot oils and soft fingers he had my pussy vibrating with pleasure over and over.”

“Ohhh… I want to hear more! Details! Tell me details. I want to hear everything.”

“Of course!” Sophie was very excited to tell her friend. The retelling of a sexual encounter with a sex therapist is half the fun (or maybe not exactly half.) With a grin and sparkling eyes, Sophie beamed, “I wouldn’t want to deprive you of my amazing session.”

Eve encouraged her friend, “I’m listening.” So were some of the other women around the table.

Sophie began to tell all: “When I walked into his massage room, he was standing there quietly and patiently, waiting for me to close the door. Then he told me to strip naked.…”

She did as she was told. She stripped naked for her massage therapist. Topless, wearing only a pair of tight shorts barely covering his cock, he watched as she removed her shirt and then her bra. Revealing her full breasts, she stood in his gaze momentarily, and then without a word, she continued disrobing. She bent down and removed her shoes. Standing barefoot in her skirt she smiled coyly and then she unzipped her skirt in the back as she stepped forward. Walking over to the massage table, her skirt fell to the floor, revealing her panties, delicately covering her pussy. Her bush was easily visible through the thin lingerie.

He watched as she stopped before the table. She smoothly pulled down her panties, and they dropped to her feet on the floor. Her pussy, her entire body now, was nakedly exposed to her massage therapist. But there was no embarrassment or humiliation; she was aroused.

He motioned for her to get on the table. Stepping from her panties on the floor, she swung her legs up onto the table. When she was comfortably laying on her stomach, he began his massage. He gently stroked her back with a warm oil, massaging her muscles everywhere.

As she lay naked before him, she slowly relaxed into a blissful trance as he moved his fingers in expert rhythms from her neck and shoulders down to her feet and toes. Up and down her body he gently surged pleasure, stopping only long enough to release tension or deeply manipulate sore muscles. At times, she could feel his hands work around her thighs near her pussy, and she carefully slid her legs apart slowly, revealing her inner thighs and access to her very wet pussy. And each time he came closer to her pussy, she moaned a little louder, anticipating his fingers caressing her wide open slit. She was in another world of heavenly paradise, his fingers having massaging her, and beginning to delicately touch her pussy from behind. Then he whispered in her ear to turn over.

She slowly rolled over, quietly exposing her private nakedness in a state of pure arousal. She lay with her arms at her sides and her legs slightly apart, ready for the sensual touch of her therapist.

He lathered her stomach with warm oil and gently began to stroke and caress the liquid around and outwards, up towards her chest and down toward her pussy. In ever widening circles, he alternately teased her breasts and then teased her pussy. His fingers seemed to be trying to choose which direction to go. Eventually his hands chose to focus on her breasts. And she lay back with her arms crossed behind her head and enjoyed a full breast massage. The sexuality of her breasts being caressed and rubbed was like foreplay with a lover: arousing, but also deeply relaxing. She was in a state of bliss.

After massaging her breasts, he moved up and down her body, head to toe, barely stopping at her pussy. He was teasing her, readying her for his final effort on her clitoris and her vulva. When he’d completed his exploration of her body, his fingers began to center toward her clit. With more warm oils and gentle movements, he soon had her clit erect and very stimulated. She was moaning in pleasure and ecstasy as he smoothly rubbed her clitoris back and forth. Her clit was vibrating with energy and her whole pussy was ready for a powerful orgasm. As he flicked and played with her clitoris, he stroked around the outside of her hole, teasing her pussy by rubbing her labia and dipping deeply into her wetness.

Slowly over time he built up his movements to a quickening pace in time with her moaning and thrusting, With a frenzy of quick strokes on her clit, she was getting close to an orgasm. And then he inserted two fingers into her pussy. She exploded in a loud cry of pure ecstasy, her pussy grinding against his hands, and her body shaking with uncontrollable pleasure. Gasping and breathing heavily, she came with a rush of force and power. And the pleasure arced out from her pussy and subsided into her belly, her legs, her arms, her fingertips, and, with deep pleasure, flushed her face.

As she came down from her wild, animalistic orgasm, he slipped his fingers out of her pussy, and gently caressed her thighs, then her stomach, then her legs. Slowly, he brought her down from her intense climax into a state of euphoria and contentment.

As she lay on the table, completely nude and her pussy drenched in her wetness, her masseur quietly unfolded a warmed towel and gently covered her nakedness. She lay there, returning to normalcy, thinking of her happiness, enjoying her empowered feminine privilege, and dreaming of her next visit to this massage therapist.

Around the lunch table, all the women were mesmerized by Sophie’s description of her massage session. A woman sitting beside Sophie was very enthusiastic: “What an amazing experience. Your therapist sounds just fabulous! I think I need to go see him myself!”

Sophie grinned with the lingering thoughts of her sexual pleasure that night. “Yes, I think I could easily recommend him to anyone. His session was both erotic and therapeutic, pleasure like a woman deserves. He was very amazing and very fabulous.”

Eve glanced at her friend and smiled. “And I love that you went home to your perfectly submissive hubby and that he tried to compete for your pleasure after such a professional experience with a man like that.”

Sophie just nodded with blissful happiness.

From across the table: “Oh, but I’ve got an even better therapist!” A woman was ready to recommend her favorite massage therapist too. “My masseur undresses completely naked and struts around you on the table with a hard erection for your entire visit! And he’s got a gorgeous cock to look at. That’s a man who, without a doubt, enjoys giving erotic massages to women.…”

“I know a massage therapist who will come visit you at home.…”

“I’ve got a masseur who will lick your pussy when you ask for it.…”

… and they talked, long into the afternoon.

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