Masseuse Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Masseuse Ch. 05

... begged me to stop, of course I didn't, that was what we had agreed.

Just as I feared I might actually be doing him some harm, he went completely rigid and let fly with his second helping of cum, but still didn't use his safe word, until he went soft in my fist. He said it, and I stopped. Much to my surprise, he was most enthusiastic about my performance and I was a little surprised by how much I had enjoyed him begging me to stop. Power again?

The next surprise was Stephen, who George from Bolton had put me in touch with. I arrived at his house and was let in by Miss Taylor, who I assumed was his wife, and the whole role play of him being a naughty school boy had gone rather well. Stephen got his bare bum caning and Miss Taylor, who was required to witness the punishment, got so excited that she slouched in her chair, with her hand in her knickers, openly masturbating.

Another good days work, another generous tip and, although I was reluctant to admit it, another dampening of the knickers as I got turned on rather more than I expected. I even rubbed one out in the car before I could drive home.

George and Stephen had put me in touch with various wealthy friends who wanted some sort of kinky scene or other. During this time I learned two things. First how much some men like to be dominated and second, how much I enjoyed dominating them and controlling their orgasms. Immobilising them while I wanked them off was very popular as was, what was to become my ...

... absolute favourite, the ruined orgasm.

I think it finally dawned on me how much of a dom I was when I visited a club with my friend Carla. You may remember that she got me in to the massage business in the first place. She persuaded me to go on a sub night, not that I needed much persuasion. This particular night it was all female doms and lots of very subby males. My eyes were opened.

We arrived dressed for the occasion and handed in our coats at the door. We headed for the bar and ordered our drinks while taking in the scenery. What slightly surprised me was the range of sub men.

There were the cissys in maids outfits and generally looking girly, not really my thing. Boys by the bar with their eyes downcast but otherwise reasonably ordinary looking. One lady was being tended to by her sub who wore only a sort of mawashi (like a sumo wrestler), he seemed totally unabashed fetching and carrying for his dom. The whole atmosphere was very relaxed and comfortable.

Carla suggested we get a foot massage and signalled to two boys at the bar. They came over and stood in front of us, heads bowed.

"We want our feet massaged." Carla informed them in a none too pleading tone. We made ourselves comfortable in an alcove while they scurried off in search of hot water and towels. This really was something new! What did they expect in return? As it turned out, absolutely nothing other than the chance to serve us, and maybe to be invited into a conversation, they certainly were not ...