I am at a Health Spa for the weekend. I can't believe that it is nearly 4 years since I have been here, but
a quick search on Warming Up suggests that is the case.
Though it is some 8 years or so since
I had the hot/cold stone massage there when a man touched my penis.
I have pretty much covered all my feelings about massages in previous Warming Ups and in fact
had all the same thoughts as last time as I had another "Head in the Clouds" massage yesterday. I am not entirely sure what I am meant to be getting out of it, though if I allow myself to relax I do enjoy it and also get into quite an interesting mental zone which can be useful for coming up with interesting ideas. I am usually quite tense and it's good to get someone pounding that out of me.
Today's massage was from a man, which made it harder to relax and not just because the last man to massage me had touched my penis. It's unusual to have any stranger touching your naked body, at least without having bought them a drink first, but it's maybe doubly strange when the person touching me is a man. It just wouldn't happen in the real world and it's interesting how quickly, in a different context, one can accept that you are nearly naked in a tiny room with someone who you don't know and he's got his hands all over you. It is also weird when it's a woman incidentally, but a little less so. Because of the way heterosexual men are I suppose.
And before this 100% of massages given to me by men had involved my penis being touched and 0% of the ones I had from women had done so. A statistic which I would very much like to have been reversed.
But after today only 50% of male masseurs had touched my cock, because this massage was efficient and professional.
Although he did put an eye mask over me at one point and then "left the room" for five minutes
and I suppose it's possible that he was sitting in the corner all the time, looking at my half naked form and masturbating. Who could blame him if he did? I am lush.
It did strike me about how much trust I was putting in a stranger. He said he was coming back, but what if he'd just left me there? Or come in with a gang of men who had taken it in turns to ravish me against my will?
And given I was thinking about all these things then how much against my will would it have been?
I think it's a good job that I am not a masseur. I think I would probably abuse the position and cover my clients in special unguents from my special unguent dispenser. Which they weren't allowed to see.
Anyway, do draw any employer's attention to this blog if I do apply to work in a health farm.
Once I had overcome my pathetic homophobia/homosexuality I enjoyed the massage and the guy really had a go at the knots in my back, using his elbow (or possibly his enormous erect penis, I couldn't see) to dig into my shoulder blades and sort me out.
Plus I got a facial. So my money wasn't entirely wasted.
