I Searched for Erotic Massage Places Near Me and Tried a “Do What You Want to Me” Yoni Massage Therapy Session
I have always been pretty adventurous and open, sexually. I love sexual play, and I love to explore and get curious when it comes to kink and different forms of sex. I’ve had a fair amount of experiences exploring in the local BDSM community in my city, and I have explored a lot of different sexual scenarios. Until one day, when I searched for erotic massage places near me.
During a time when I was between relationships, I was really excited to discover the website of a local yoni massage therapist. A lot of women might be weirded out by the existence of this service for women, but I thought, that as a service that existed purely in service of women’s pleasure, it was amazing and long overdue as a way to support women’s wellbeing and happiness.
I was thrilled to see when I searched for erotic massage places near me that this local man had built a business around helping women to experience more pleasure and to support them in healing sexual dysfunction. I knew that a lot of women did not experience much pleasure in their sexual relationship with their husband or boyfriend, and it made me so happy to see that a service existed to help with this problem.
Apparently, yoni massage could be utilized as a process for women to heal their ability to experience pleasure, and also to heal their experience of being with men and masculine energy. It was a way that women could ease into experiencing intimate touch in a way they feel safe to receive, even after experiencing something like rape or sexual assault. That is incredibly valuable and healing.
It was also clear that this service existed for someone like me, someone who was not healing from sexual abuse or assault – I was already able to experience plenty of pleasure, and had a good connection with my own body. I was free in many ways, and very in tune with my sexuality.
Aside from being utilized as a way to heal, this service could be used as a way to satisfy sexual desires and fantasies. Since I was so in touch with my own fantasies, my eyes lit up when I was reading the menu of experiences. I saw that the yoni massage practitioner offered a service called “Do what you want to me.”
As it was presented, this service was offered as an opportunity to allow a man to do whatever he wanted, but in this case, you could set boundaries around what that might mean. Which means, you could give this man an arena to play in, in which he can make choices about what he wants to do to your body, but there are bounds around that which he can choose. For example, if you wanted him to do anything he wanted, but you didn’t want him to do anything involving anal, you could simply set that boundary, and then relax, knowing that he would not violate that boundary while making his choices.
Basically, I was thrilled to see this is an option as a professional service, because it made it really easy to experience this thrill without completely giving over the control to a man. The fact that it was possible to experience this within the safety of my own boundaries was hugely enticing.
I decided to set up an appointment and gift myself with this experience. I wanted the chance to let a strange man do what he wanted to me, while knowing that I could trust him to not violate my boundaries. I wanted to experience complete abandon, while also maintaining just a bit of control.
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When I arrived for my appointment, the yoni massage therapist had me sit down with him in a sitting area, to discuss what I wanted to experience in my appointment. I wanted the thrill of knowing that he could make the choices around how he wanted to touch me, but I wanted to make boundaries around what I didn’t want to experience or feel. I told him I wanted him to surprise me with different sensations, but I did not want any sharper feelings or pain. I didn’t want him to spank me or pinch me or anything of that nature. And I also was not interested in any anal play for this session. I wanted him to stick to the other areas of my body.
When it felt like we were on the same page, he invited me to remove my clothes and lie down on his massage table, face down. I got comfortable, and then prepared myself to be in receiving mode, and allow myself to receive whatever touch he wanted to give me. It was a deeply erotic feeling with a man who was essentially a stranger.
He started by running his hands lightly over my entire body. Long, slow strokes that lit up my touch receptors in all of my skin – I started to feel tingly under his touch. He massaged my neck and shoulders a bit, down my back and around my hips. I felt my body relax into the table, and my breathing deepened.
He slid his hands down along the sides of my waist and breasts, and up along the insides of my thighs. The closer his touch got to my pussy, the more I ached for him to touch me there, but he made it clear that he planned to tease me and make me wait.
He made his way down to my feet, and slowly and painstakingly slid his fingertips between each of my toes, sending little shockwaves up pleasure up my legs that gathered themselves right on my clit. He was playing with my toes, but I felt as though he was playing directly with my clit.
Next, he brought out a feather and lightly tickled me all over my body with it. He would alternate the tickle of the feather with the warm sweep of one of his hands. The distinction between the sensations was delicious. My hips began to rock on the table, my pussy aching for contact.
He told me to turn my body over on the table, and next he turned his attention to my breasts. He caressed all around them, sweeping the sides and underneath with his light touch. Then he tweaked my nipples gentle. When he could see how much my body enjoyed that, he reached down between my legs and began to lightly stroke my clit.
Finally, I was getting some of the more direct touch on my pussy that my body was dying for. I let out a small moan and my body writhed on the table under his touch. As he tweaked my nipples and stroked my clit, little electrical impulses traveled back and forth between my breasts and my pussy – I felt like my body was filling with buzzing pleasure energy.
The more he stroked my clit, the more my hips bucked and tried to reach for more of his touch. His fingers slid down toward the opening of my vagina, and he slowly slipped a finger inside gently pushing against my g-spot. My entire body was reverberating with pleasure.
At this point, he brought his full attention down to my pussy, sitting on a stool next to the table and using both hands to stimulate me. As the pace of his stroking increased on my clit, he began steadily pumping his finger into my pussy, sending throbbing pulses through my g-spot and up into my clit. My pussy gushed with fluid, as my body expressed my sheer level of turn-on. I loved laying back and allowing him to touch me however he wanted, just being open to the touch and the stimulation, relinquishing any control I would normally have. I loved having someone else make the choices, and just receiving his touch.
As he increased the pace and intensity of his touch, my body worked its way into a massive full-body orgasm that rippled throughout my body, up and down my spine, all the way down to my toes and my finger tips. It was like my body was filled with pleasure electricity, bouncing all around my insides.
The freedom to just open up to pleasure and receive felt so liberating and relaxing. The ability to receive it as a service was delicious and soul-satisfying. It made me realize that this level of surrender during an intimate experience was something that I deeply craved. I love giving my trust and vulnerability over to a man, and letting him enjoy the beautiful pleasure landscape that is my body.
After discovering this service, I went back multiple times to feed this desire for surrender, and to simply enjoy being pleasured by someone who knew what he was doing. I’m so glad I searched for erotic massage places near me. Yoni massage became a valuable addition to my sex life, and something that I gave to myself when I felt like I was particularly in need of sexual release.