Ann Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Ann Ch. 06

... They knew quite many people and wanted me to meet some of them, but only a few at a time. I appreciated that - I didn't think I was ready for a big party for a long time. I was quite confident with my newly discovered sexuality, but I felt uncomfortable with the idea of showing it to the entire world right now.

At home, we carried the bags with food and our gym bags up in the apartment. Rosie put her bags on the floor and undressed. I remembered that Jen had mentioned that they were naked often, so I did the same. I took the shopping bags to the kitchen and put the beverages in the fridge to cool. Jen had taken the gym bags and sorted things out - the towels to dry and the clothes to the hamper.

"Hey - you got it!"

Rosie called from the office. She came out with something that looked like a big suitcase.

"Now I can give my Mistress a proper massage."

It turned out to be a foldable massage bench. She took it to the living room and asked me to help her unfold it. We flipped it open and raised the legs, and Rosie showed me how to secure them. It was upside down, so we turned it over. It was a little heavy and seemed like it easily could hold a heavy person. "Jen! Come here!" Rosie called out. "Let your two slaves give you a wonderful massage." And me, she asked: "Have you tried to do massage before?"

"No" I replied. "I wouldn't know what to do."

Jenny came in from the bedroom, carrying a bed sheet. She was just wearing a thong: "We could give Ann a good ...

... massage. Then she knows a little about it and then she can assist you."

While Jenny turned on some music - I think it was a monk's choir with a slow rhythm - Rosie draped the sheet over the massage bench and asked me to get up, laying on my stomach. I did, and by doing that I could feel that I had spent a few hours in the gym. I guess that the muscle pain would come tomorrow, but at the moment I was just feeling a little weak and exhausted.

I felt something cold on my calves. Ah, massage oil. They spread it over the backside of my legs. It felt wonderful, and I was looking forward to being pampered.

They took a leg each, flexed my ankles, and gave my calves a good kneading. I felt my legs relax as they moved to my thighs though it hurt a little. I let out a moan of relief and appreciation and turned my head to watch my lovely tormentors in all their nakedness.

"No, don't do that. Place your head in the cutout on the bench. I want your neck relaxed before we get to it."

I turned my head back and placed it in the hole in the bench. If it wasn't for the bed sheet, I would have looked directly down at the floor.

They reached my ass but did not continue the massage there. They took an arm each and stroked and kneaded the muscles. I turned my head again, and promptly, Rosie objected:

"If you cannot listen, I will have to help you." She found a scarf and tied it over my eyes.

"Now, with a blindfold, there is no reason to turn your head."

I rested my head ...