How My Yoni Massage Therapist Helped Me Live Out My Fantasy Where a Stranger Fingers My Pussy
Since I learned that the internet was a thing, I have always been fascinated with the idea of when a stranger fingers my pussy. The idea of connecting with a man on the internet, and meeting up with him for him to have sex with me, was a huge turn on. Even more exciting, was the idea that I might arrange to meet up with a man on the internet, and he might show up and take advantage of me, in a way I hadn’t been prepared for.
For a long time, I had been fascinated with the idea of connecting with a man over the internet, developing a bit of an emotional connection, choosing to trust him, and then after deciding to trust him and meet up with him in person, he takes advantage of me.
I wanted to play the role of the innocent little girl who had innocent aspirations, and all along the man was plotting to take advantage of her trusting nature. I wanted to make this internet connection, make plans to meet up in person, and then be violated and betrayed when this man took advantage of all the trust I extended to him.
I was really excited when I discovered that there was a man who lived locally who had a yoni massage business, and he advertised his desire to help women fulfill their sexual fantasies, as a sexual surrogate.
I realized that I could likely reach out to him, describe what I was hoping to experience, and he would likely be motivated to help me fulfill my desire. That filled me with anticipation, and also a little bit of fear! I craved a random and intense encounter.
I was ordinarily a very trusting individual, and I had been told so many times that some day I would trust the wrong person. I had a kinky fantasy in which I imagined that I had trusted the wrong person with knowledge of my fantasy, and he tracked me down and used it against me, helping me fulfill it whether I wanted it or not from him.
I decided to reach out to the yoni massage therapist, and start a conversation to see if he could really grasp what my fantasy was. We started texting back and forth, and I revealed to him that I had a fantasy about making a connection over the internet, him gaining my trust and setting up a date to meet me, and then him abusing my trust and violating me against my will.
He assured me that he had helped a number of women fulfill a fantasy just like mine, that it was very common to crave a sexual situation in which you felt powerless, or violated, while also desiring a sense of safety from having a prior agreement.
He spent a good amount of time assuring me about how important consent is in these scenarios when we are discussing the fantasy of something being taken against our will. He wanted to make sure we had a good, long, thorough discussion of what I desired to experience, as well as what I definitely did not want to experience.
He assured me that he was only interested in delivering for me exactly the kind of sexual fantasy I desired, and that he didn’t want to upset me or step on any toes that would detract from the sexual satisfaction that I experienced during the scene. So we had a very thorough conversation about what I would and would not like to experience if a stranger from the internet forced himself upon me.
I wanted to experience a scenario in which I was excited to meet up with someone I thought I could trust, but I find out that I was naïve and I shouldn’t have been so trusting, and he ends up forcing himself on me and touching me in ways I don’t agree with.
The yoni massage therapist asked me all kinds of questions about what I did want forced on me and what I didn’t. He wanted total clarity, so that he could confidently fill the roll for me.
When everything felt clear between us, we set up a time to rendezvous, when we planned for him to play the role of the guy that I trusted from the internet, but who takes advantage of my trust. I wanted to feel that experience of anticipation and excitement, turned into disappointment and dread.
I wanted to feel powerless. I wanted to feel like someone was taking something from me without consent. But I also didn’t want to feel terrified for my life, so I felt like this arrangement was a good middle ground for me. I was really looking forward to getting to play it out.
We set up our meeting time and I looked forward to it with anticipation. I couldn’t believe I had set up an arrangement with a man in which he planned to get away with “violating me.” It was an extremely stimulating feeling. I was bubbling with pure anticipation.
When it was time to meet up with him, we agreed to meet up at a hotel, so that no one would disturb us in catering to our fantasies. We met at the restaurant in the hotel at first, and it thrilled me that he was significantly older than me. It fed my desire for the taboo nature of the internet stranger getting me to trust him in our connection, and then taking advantage of my trust.
After we sat and chatted in the hotel bar for a little while, he asked me if I wanted to have a more private conversation in his hotel room. The way he proposed it, he assured me he wasn’t trying to do anything naughty, he just wanted to be able to hear me better than he could in the noisy bar.
I let myself be led in my innocence up to his hotel room, and when we got in the room, he handed me another drink. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to sit down next to him. He assured me he just wanted to sit together.
I sat down next to him, feeling a little shy and uncomfortable, and he reached out and brushed my hair out of my face, and told me I didn’t need to be nervous. He only wanted to spend some nice time together. On his way down from touching my hair, he “accidentally” grazed my boob, then he pinched my thigh on his way out, a little closer to my inner thigh than I was comfortable with.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I only want to sit and talk with you.” His gaze told me something different. His eyes kept roaming over my body, hungrily devouring my curves. His eyes were clearly trying to bore into the space between my legs. I could see the bulge of his cock through his pants. I could tell he wanted me, badly.
“Would you enjoy it if I gave you a little touch in your naughty places? I could make you feel so good.” He asked, as he slid his hand up my thigh at the same time. His fingers inched toward my crotch, and he dragged his fingers across my vulva a bit. Then he reached up and cupped my breast, his fingers finding my stiff nipple and softly stroking it.
I shuddered, and felt my pussy getting juicy, though I was still uncomfortable. I didn’t know how to ask him to stop. I wasn’t sure how to get myself out of the situation. Plus, my body was betraying me by getting turned on.
He pushed my knees open wider, then dipped his hand under the waistband of my pants. I gasped, not sure how to react, and just froze as his fingers found the juiciness of my pussy. He swirled my juices around my clit in a figure eight, and then he pressed a finger deep inside me, pushing against my g spot.
He pulled my breast out of my shirt and stuck his mouth on my nipple, swirling his tongue around it while continuing to play with my pussy with his hand. He played with my pussy, pumping his fingers in and out of me while continuing to tweak my clit, until I had a super big orgasm all over his fingers. He pulled his hand out of my pants and licked my juices off his fingers.
He thanked me for letting him taste my delicious pussy, and then I left and said goodnight. It had been such a thrill to experience feeling taken advantage of by a stranger that way. I wanted to make other plans to fulfill my fantasies with the yoni massage therapist. This experience where a stranger fingers my pussy was absolutely delicious.