The Massage Table
You have booked an appointment at a local Salon for a massage — it has been a long hard week and you are in pain. You walk in and I smile and ask you to undress and lie down.
“Just like that? Here? In front of you?” you ask.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“While you’re watching?”
“Yes, I want to see how you bend, how you lift, how you move your arms, legs, joints, muscles. Every part of your body comes into play in the simple act of undressing. Interesting, isn’t it?”
You have taken off your shirt, your socks, trousers. You are grimacing now, at a crouch after your removals and coming back up puts pressure on your knees and back. I stare at your body unashamedly.
“You have left your boxers on.” I say.
“Yes,” you say.
“Take them off and lie down on the table, make sure to place your cock in the second hole.”
You look down at the table. There is an expected indentation for the chin and face, and indeed, a second recessed opening, where a cock could conveniently fit.
..to be continued
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