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Author's Note:A 2001 rewrite of my first erotic story (Art of Touch). I tried to compare how it would feel as seen through his eyes instead of hers. Let me know which one you like better.
I take a last deep breath as I am concentrating on peace of mind. Any minute now my new customer can arrive, miss Campbell said, 'she is usually pretty punctual.'
For a moment I think about my working relationship with miss Campbell. She has a well-running practice for foot refloxology, relaxing massage, I believe even acupuncture. During one of my own visits we discovered how my own talents and interests could very well complement her treatments, for the customers 'beyond her power', as she calls it.
In such cases, she will call me for the appointment on one of my prefixed days, like today. Our arrangement is simple: I use her rooms, she charges extra for the treatment ('Two people involved now, you know') and I get that extra income. I don't do it for the money anyway, it serves as a nice, if rather unususal hobby next to my normal job. The customers remain miss Campbell's, that was sort of unwritten.
Today I am waiting on a miss Sonia Summers, a fitting name for this wonderful day. I prefer not to know too much in advance, so I can discover for myself what she is like. Still, one thing I do know: muscle stress & tension, mainly caused by the frustration of a sleepy marriage (another victim of the Male Career Race). Somewhere I have once read that such marriages keep up a noticable part of western battery production. I wonder how they ever did the research.
The penetrating ring of the old-fashioned doorbell brings me back to here and now. I hear Miss Campbell opening the door by remote and presume she will be waiting by the door for miss Winters to come up the spiral stairs. Only a minute or so to go before I'm up for The Grand Entrance.
I hear footsteps entering the house, the familiar voice of miss Campbell "Welcome dear, always glad to see you again.", footsteps leading to the practice, a small pause, then the same voice "You won't see him directly, my dear, he likes to remain anonymous. It's part of his treatment, you see. Now hold still.". A few moments and then miss Campbell opens the door. "you can come in now, she is ready".
I walk into the room, careful not to make a hasty impression. Sonia Summers is standing in the middle of the room, blindfolded with a soft black ribbon by miss Campbell, as is part of my 'treatment'. She stands there with a surprised yet curious pose over her, sensing I have come in but not yet knowing what to think of this.
"Good morning", I say, using my warmest baritone voice. It seems to sooth the initial uneasiness when they hear an unknown voice in this unknown and surprising situation. "I'm so glad you could make it. First of all, I want to thank you for this opportunity to get to know you and also for your trust." This has her puzzled a bit, but I can see Soniais listening to every word.
"I understand you are nervous, and don't know what to expect. That's good, that is exactly the state of mind I need. What I am going to do will probably raise your eyebrows a bit, but please let your curiosity and fantasy lead you. Just remember, you can always say stop if I cross any borderline."
While I speak I circle her, taking my time to thoroughly scan her with my eyes. With the nice weather, Sonia is wearing a thin and short summer dress that more then turns the occasional eye. I pause behind her, searching for the outline of her underwear. Hmmm, dark coloured string, nicely outlining her well-shaped behind. She has a nice figure, not too thin nor too big, all the proper roundings where they should be, with a very feminine radiance. Semi-short cut hair, slightly blonde, kept natural.
I can see my voice and words comfort her a bit, when I pause she seems to sense I am guessing at her lingerie. The sensation of being 'blind' with a strange man watching her every form excites her. She is probably wondering what I look like, I guess I would in such circumstances....
"What's your name?" Sonia suddenly asks.
"You choose one, whatever you think fits me and this situation."
The choice of a name tells me something about my customers, and I wonder what she will come up with.
A few seconds of silence, then "Okay then, Arthur, what is it you want me to do?".
'Arthur', now that's a surprise, somehow I had expected something else. Would it be King Arthur she is thinking of?
"'Arthur', hmm, very well, mylady. For now, let me lead you to the massage table. As we go along, I will tell you what's ahead...or not, of course".
While I say this, I put my hands on her shoulders. At the sudden touch out of nowhere she draws a sharp breath, then lets me guide her to the massage table. Good, her curiosity wins from her uneasiness, this is looking promising.
After stopping her just before the table, I start unbuttoning Sonia's dress from behind. She jerks up, as all first customers do, suddenly infuriated despite their curiosity.
"Shh" I say softly, "no need to be scared, you would have had to undress anyway before going on the table." She seems to accept this, at least for now. Meanwhile I eagerly & quickly (I've grown quite an expert at this) unbutton her dress all the way down, then let it drop to the floor. Here she is now, standing half-naked and blindfolded before a man she doesn't know, whose intentions she knows even less. Sometimes I wonder what it is that keeps them standing there instead of slapping me and walking out.
I take my time in slowly and thoroughly watching her curves and lines from tip to toe and back, a small sigh escapes me. "Oh my, you really are blessed by Mother Nature, such nice forms, such nice shapes" I can't help but saying. The dress did her justice, but still had some nice details in surpise. Sonia really has all the right roundings in the right places in the right amounts. I believe feels flattered, gently sways sway her hips a bit for me.
That brings me back to what's ahead and I gently pop her bra (another nice thing I've become an expert at), releasing her breasts to the open air, then proceed by pulling down her string (hmm, nice, a velvet green one). She does not seem scared, even anxious on what is ahead. She straightens her back, as if asking "what's next". Am I wrong, or are her nipples getting hard?
I help her get down on the table, lying on her stomach, and gently strokes her twice from head to toe. This is the basic start of any massage, to let the body know it is going to receive special attention today.
I start telling her the beginning of my philosophy. "Most people can not switch off their mind completely, they instinctively want to stay in control. A proper massage helps relaxing this instinct, but sometimes what is really needed is a little help from outside in switching off our sensors, switching off our means of control. What my preparation is doing, is focusing your mind and sensations by limiting the amount of input your mind receives."
As I speak, I lay her arms along her body on the table, putting her hands next to her thighs. I take one of the soft cotton bands from my pocket and tie it gently yet firmly around her wrist, and the remainder of the cloth around her lower thigh, making the seond tie low enough along her thigh to drag her arm down a bit. When the other arm is tied likewise, she can hardly move either of them. After the surprise is gone, she should be able to relax, but not move. I aim to make my ties not too uncomfortable and politely present.
I can see Sonia is taking in both my word and my binds, probably wondering where this is going to end. Sofar Sonia is taking it pretty good for a novice, I haven't seen a single sign of her wanting to say 'Stop'. My impression of Lady Sonia steadily rises.
I don't give her too much time to think though and proceed to tie her ankles as well. With another strip of soft cotton cloth I tie each ankle to a post of the table. As I spread her legs open to tie down the second leg, briefly tenses her muscles for a moment of resistance. She is, after all, fully exposed to me in her nakedness and helplessness, but after a moment she gives in and lets go, her curiosity winning from her anxiety.
She must be curious, probably even excited. Why else would she say nothing while lying fully naked, blind folded and tied spread eagled on her belly at the hands of an unknown man. She is probably trying to guess what is next, more ties?
Suddenly my nose notices that unambiguous aroma only a lady can produce in her very private area, and it's not sweat.
Hmmm, she really is taking to my treatment quickly. Should I let her know I have noticed? Does she ... want me to? Do I want to?
With a quick shake of my head I take control of my myself again and start explaing more of my philosophy.
"For an even stronger effect of reduced senses, I could cover your ears and mouth to take your hearing and expression, but that is better for later sessions. For now, I can see you are more then excited enough already, probably even tensed up, which is the opposite of what we want.
As there is nothing you can do or see, just let yourself sink into the massage I am going to give you, undergo it and shut down the parts of your brain that otherwise would have been active monitoring me.", I tell her.
As I speak, I put some oil on my hands and rub them to warm it. I take a deep breath to clear my mind and start spreading the oil on her lovely back. 'Oh stop it', I think to myself, 'don't think of her as lovely yet, it will distract you too much!'
As I massage her back, I can tell it is having a good effect. Though my movements are nothing revolutionary, the excitement of being bound & tied seems to give every touch the charge of a small battery. I can feel her muscles swing and dance underneath my hands. They were indeed tense at first, but either my movements or the charge that goes with it is slowly relaxing them. Hey, what else can they think about, there is nothing else in the world to watch for but my hands, as far as those muscles are concerned.
I takes my time for her shoulders, holding the shoulder cupped in one hand while my the other outlines the shoulder blade with deep circular movements. Everyone always loves that ,it releases deeply rooted tension. "I know what you are thinking and no, I was not briefed on what you like, I prefer to learn myself", I answer her unasked question, "Your shoulders are nice and strong, but you seem to stress them too much".
After her neck I firmly rustle her hair and the skin on her head. People often don't realise how much is built up in that seemingly thin skin. Softly I whisper in her ear: "As my hands and your body have to get to know each other, I may be using too much or too little pressure. Please tell me if the pressure is not as you like it".
I get the impression she is already surrendering most of herself, all I get is a softly murmured "hm hm", indicating I can use any pressure I like.
I move on to Sonia's sportily shaped legs. In nice long strokes I move from her tied down ankle over the back of the leg all the way up to her buttock (hmm, nicely round and firm), which I squeeze a bit with both hands.
Whoops, that seems to feel strange, Sonia's reflexes pull her 'hams' tightly together. Obviously these parts have never had a massage.
As I move down the leg again, one hand traces and works the outside curves, the other the inside. Here comes one of the parts I like. I can almost feel the moisture which I smell she has been building up. I certainly move close enough for it.
After a few of these teasingly close movements, I change direction: up the leg via the sides, down over the back. As I reach the end, I unashamedly go via her private area, giving it a small caress when there. Sonia shivers lightly, she can't do anything, her legs are spread open for me, I've got full access. I always enjoy these touch-and-go visits, and I see Sonia has unconsciously raised her buttocks a bit up to meet my hands. This continues for a few strokes and we can both tell now we are both only human after all: our breath is taking the particular deeper strokes now, as we both realise, without words, some borderlines have been quietly moved, and we both accept it. The other leg, same ritual, and slowly I let my fingers move several hair-lengths further, until I can tell she has melted even more.
Enough teasing now, serious work comes next: her lovely behind is up for close attention. Slowly my massaging hands turn into caressing hands, they are really enjoying this. I squeeze them, roll them, knead & massage her buttocks like it probably has never before been handled before. Don't know what I have with women's behinds, I've always been attracted to them. In some cases they are much nicer then breasts. Psychiatrists probably have a expensive word for it, whatever, I just dearly like 'em and enjoy them.
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Sonia seems to like this attention to this neglected place, she is slowly swinging her hips along with my movements.
When I'm through with the kneading and rolling, I pour a fair amount of oil between her hams. I can see it oozing down towards her little knot-hole as I hold her 'boys' apart. Just as the oil reaches that special opening, I reach down and rub it in, rub around, and (quite easily) a finger rubs into her. An electric shudder flashes through Sonia's body, must be both shock and excitement. No-one has probably ever touched her there like that except maybe a doctor or so.
The shock contracts her muscles, gripping my finger tightly. I pause, briefly. Then as one hand starts kneading her left bum, I softly say into her ear "As I said earlier: if what I do raises an eyebrow, let your feelings decide what path to follow, not your head".
She stays tense for a second, takes a deep breath, then relaxes. It almost seems as if she sinks into my hands. Sometimes I wonder what a picture it would make, a lady lying on a table tied down wearing nothing but some perfume and a black ribbon over her eyes, me standing there working and entering her behind.
Slowly I let my fingers search around, let them get to know her. I imagine all of my senses trying to contact her innermost feelings through those few fingers inside her, gently probing.
Sonia sways her hips softly, trying to accomodate my movements, searching herself how best to contact these new visitors. A light moan escapes her, and another one. She sighs and I can feel the last bit of resistance flowing out of her. That particular female aroma becomes more present as well.
As for me, I am ever more enjoying my task. Not only enjoying the trust she is giving to me as an unknown stranger, but also the slowly growing extasy of working a lovely lady's behind with my hands. My Visitor is also reporting he likes the sensations. As my one hand is moving over her buttocks and the other one iin between them, my body is slowly but unmistakenbly getting charged with that unmeasurable energy. I can very well feel Sonia is getting charged too, not only my nose tells me, but my hands much more so, not to forget my eyes registering her bodily movements under my hands. For a while I enjoy the dream we are both in, enjoy the intensity of this special intimate moment only a first time can produce.
With my free hand I undo my robe. I am very proud of my outfit, took me a while to find something I can take off without my busy hand leaving the person I'm working on. I climb onto the table to stradle her, my free hand returning to gently stroking her back.
It takes a few eternities to fully register with Sonia what I just did, but then her surrender turns briefly into rebellion. "What the...!?"
"Ssssshh" I say while stroking her back, "a new experience is about to unfold. Say 'stop' only when you really want to. Else, just let the flow carry you away."
For a brief moment she wonders, her rebellion showing through a firm grip on my visiting fingers. She must be discussing inernally, between her mind and her feelings. A few moments later the winner is announced. She moans softly, sighs, and relaxes again. Well, sort of. She must have realised by now what is up ahead. Call me lucky, but I've never been stopped yet at this point.
If, then much earlier. Still, each surrender is like a small sweet victory.
I lean forward, my free hand supporting me. My visiting hand slowly says goodbye to his lovely host, then helps introduce the next 'guest', my Visitor. Gently I let Him swirl around, feeling her curves, her texture. After a few movements I slowly position Him between her bums just before the entrance. I wait a moment, then put Him firmly at the entrance.
Our breathing becomes heavy, both our worlds of observation are focused on what normally is an exit, not an entry. Sonia is taking this great, not a peep, just surprised expressions of curiosity.
Softly I make the first push. I can feel my Visitor entering her and despite the earlier 'little visit' she gulps, hold her breath, tense my muscles. I pause.
This is a moment to hold & treasure. I always compare it to that very first time we've all had the classical way. The first careful entry, the realisation what we are doing, the excitement yet anxiety how it will be, the bond being forged between two people, it all comes together in this split second.
Sonia has other thoughts. "It's allright" I tell her, "you're doing great. Take a deep breath, set yourself free, relax". Sonia manages a deep breath, and slowly her tense grip goes away. Using the moment, I immediately enter her further, pause, further, pause, go back, enter again.
Her entry still feels tight but great, the oil makes it all slide easily, and the wonderful sensation of taking a women from behind while she is voluntarily bound & blindfolded fills me once again with extasy. Of all possible positions and variations, this one satisfies me most deeply and intensely. As I start moving in and out slowly, she gets used to the feeling as well and starts to follow my rhythm. A soft moan escapes her lips, and another one, and another one, each with shorter intervals. I join her moans with deep soft groans myself.
I build up tempo quickly, bumping my hips onto her buttocks ever stronger. They act like both a shock absorber and as a trampoline, a wonderful and pleasant combination. My preceding treatment has made her boys very loose and springy, and they seem to like this new role of catching and bouncing me. The feeling of her boys (not to mention the sight when I look down) are almost as good (well, almost) as what happens in between them.
I can sense Sonia is getting as charged as I am, we are both working our way up the mountain of pleasure.
Meanwhile she has regained control again over her muscle, she squeezes my Visitor 'on his way in'. I can hardly believe it, she can hardly move yet manages to hold me and work me as I visit her. I let out a deep groan, the interaction excites both of us even more.
I can slowly feel the ball of fire building in my belly. Just as it gets close to that wonderful way of bursting, I stop while deep inside her, take a few deep breaths to let the waves of energy subside a bit, then start building the pace again, slamming my hips into her softened buttocks.
Together we have quite a frantic pace, the table is making creaking noises.
I take both of us up and down the mountain of pleasure this way, extending our unison to the max, until after several times my mind can't hold it any longer and my instincts take over. They immediately start making my strokes short and fierce.
By now I am so full of electric charges I can blow my mind as well as my you-know-what. My ball of fire is growing out of control below my stomach, I can feel her excitement is as close to exploding as is mine. Some more deep strokes, when suddenly ..........
I gulp, my back straightens up, a deep cry comes from the bottom of my toes, my whole body is in an electric spasm. Oh my Goood, I am coming inside her, my mind drift over endless plains of colourful adventure with fireworks over them while my reflexes keep slowly pumping away, until I feel her exploding too, jilting her, arching her spine and body under me, fireworks going to all corners of her body too until we both collapse in the heat of the excitement.
For a short while I allow myself to dream a little, while we both lie on the table, still linked, the last waves of excitement slowly ebbing away.
I stand up and take a few deep breaths, while I can see Sonia is still in far away places. Back to 'work' now. I untie her ankles, slowly turn her around onto her back, then respread and retie her feet to the table. She does not seem to care , feels limp in my hands, breathing deeply.
I massage her shoulders and neck, stroking her face on the way. She does not seem to notice it, still floating somewhere in nice places.
After the head & shoulders, I walk down along the table to do her feet. Here I can use stronger grips and moves, which slowly seems to bring her back to a soft landing on Planet Earth.
When her feet are done, I move to long strokes along her legs again, the front this time. Knowing she is noticing me again, and knows what I'm up to, I proceed quicker to my goal. At each passing, I touch over her love area, which is pretty moist from all the adventures thus far. After a few strokes, I move to the other leg and repeat the touch-&-go's.
As soon as I arrive at the top, Sonia raises her hips slightly to meet my hands. I let my hands swirl around her hair, digging, playing. Then the playing becomes real, as the movements starts to concentrate expertly on that unique little button.
Hmmm, I enjoy this, giving pure pleasure at the touch of a hand. Without overstating, I can say I have become quite an expert here too.
With different speeds and circles I carry Sonia up the Mountain of Pleasure several times, stopping just short of the peak before retreating and going back up via another route.
Softly moaning and cooing, her body weaving left and right on the table, Sonia lets herself be guided, enjoying how my hands play wonderful symphonies on her delicate harp.
Then, my hands no longer play around but start the final ascent to the top. I quicken the pace and I can tell she's not following anymore, she is being dragged and carried up the mountain of ecstasy, until another fireworks display shudders through her body, she takes gulping breaths, a high pitch cry erupts from her lips, another volcano eruption down below, electric spasms flashing throughout and ..... She collapses, lies limp on the table.
I smile, happy at such a satisfied 'customer'. A tender stroke over her head, then I untie her hands, massaging each of them to ensure the blood comes back properly. I leave the blindfold for now,. carefully cover Sonia in blankets to keep her warm as she is calming down, tuck her in tightly all around.
Hmmm, she looks like a wonderful mummy when I'm done, a serene expression her face, her curves showing just about through the blankets. With flat hands I stroke her twice from head to toe to bring her body back in balance.
Somewhere along these strokes she 'comes to'. Her head moves slowly around, as if she is trying to remember where she is and what hapenned. She seems to remember, notices the ties are gone, only to be replaced by something warm, gently wrapped all over her.
"Hello", I tell her softly and slowly, "welcome back to Planet Earth. Take your time in landing". I stop stroking. She is taking in my words, at the same time assessing her new freedoms.
"I am afraid this takes us to the end of our little time together. Thank you very, very much, I have been honoured with the trust you gave me. I hope my .. eh... treatment gave you what you needed and I would be pleased to see you again some day.
There is a glass of water on your left, please drink before you go. Take your time as you like before leaving. All the best, My dear Lady, until we meet again!"
With that, I softly kiss her on her forehead andstart walking away.
"Arthur" she mumbles softly, "That was sooo great, thank you ever so much".
A smile forms on my lips, and with a "You're very welcome" I close the door, my last impression of Sonia Summers the image of her lying sweetly wrapped on a table with a blindfold.
I am enjoying a strengthening cup of tea in the kitchen when miss Campbell comes back in. She has made sure Sonia had recovered enough before letting her go home, to be there to help in getting up (though I doubt Sonia needed this).
I had just been thinking about Vivian Richards, probably my most loyal client, due again next Thursday. She has taken to my treatment with quite a hungry zest, asking to do it more powerful, ever more tightly constrained. An idea starts forming in my mind as I think back of the sight of Sonia The Mummy. What if I wrap Vivian in foil before putting her on the table? The sight surely must be a delight, and as for her, you can't be much tighter. Hmm, this could be a good lead.
The entry of Miss Campbell snaps me back to here and now again.
"Wow, you did another terrific job there", with an admiring blink in her eyes. "Isn't it wonderful to see the joy of life back in people when you're done with them? You have such a special touch, you know.....it's almost as if you bring a touch of art to the art of touch."
Hmmm, a Touch of Art, I think I like that. Sounds like a good slogan, should I ever make a commercial...
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