Massage Parlour Client

Loving husband, depressed by bitch wife finds solace in a massage 
parlour.

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Massage Parlour Client

by Kortpeel


I always prefer the shy nervous clients. There is something cute 
about a man when you tell him to strip off for his massage and he 
gets all nervous.  At that point I usually take off my top to 
reassure him but I didn't with Sid. I sensed that he enjoyed being 
ordered to strip and stand nude in front of a fully dressed girl. 
As it happened I'd just got back from a corporate client and was 
power dressed in a severely cut navy business suit with black 
tights, high heels and a white silk blouse. In the heels I was just 
a shade taller than Sid. He stood in front of me, embarrassed. His 
erection told me that he was enjoying himself.

I like to learn about my clients and once you can get them talking 
it's easy enough to find the basics. This was Sid's second visit so 
he knew me. I learnt that his wife had run off with another man and 
taken the children. He was some sort of financial dealer and he 
earned good money. I got him talking about his sexual tastes and 
learnt, as I'd suspected, that he like to be dominated and 
humiliated.  He was a sort of born slave. He'd done all the house 
work,  lavished gifts and affection on his wife and she couldn't 
stand him. I hadn't actually known one but I'd heard about blokes 
like that. Some guys just enjoy looking after people.

As I worked on his back, keeping the conversation going, I thought 
of my small house and how it needed a Sid to keep it tidy. And he'd 
probably get a kick out of it. In fact a good sub about the house 
was just what I needed.

I finished massaging his back and told him to turn over. His willie 
was soft so obviously he was too relaxed. To get him on track I 
said "Tell me about your favourite sexual fantasy." That 
embarrassed the hell out of him but it got his willie growing. I 
eventually got out of him that he fancied himself as a slave to a 
princess in ancient Egypt. She was fond of him but would often beat 
him and who amused herself by doing things to him. "Sometimes she 
will strip away my last vestige of human dignity."

That got his willie up nicely so that by the time it came to his 
pelvic I didn't have to work hard.

He came again the following week. I should really have taken that 
day off. I had a p.m.t. headache and minor stomach pains. I was 
definitely not at my best. Also it was late in the day. Sid was one 
of those 'please fit me in' appointments that cause you to work 
late. It's a policy of our establishment never to turn away a 
client so I couldn't tell him to go to hell which was what I really 
felt like doing. Instead I was a bit short with him and not my 
usual eager to please little self.  Not that Sid seemed to mind all 
that much. His pecker was at attention all the way through.

The aspirins I'd taken at the start of the appointment were 
beginning to work. Feeling better I began to feel bad at how rude 
I'd been to Sid and felt a need to recover the situation. I gave 
his scrotum a few 'accidental' brushes as I rubbed his thighs and 
for good measure, when I told him to turn over I took off my top. 
As I hung up the clothes I'd taken off I saw through the window 
that the car park was empty. "We're the only ones here," I told 
him. "Would you like a look round?"

"Ok"

I took his hand and led him naked around the house. Most of the 
rooms were like mine, each a massage studio with its own en suite 
shower. We had a spa bath that I showed him and finally I led him 
into Molly's "dungeon". It was a large room, painted black and was 
fitted out with torture instruments. Some of them Molly actually 
used. BDSM was her speciality and she had her own clientele of 
wierdoes. "What ever is that thing?" Sid was pointing to a kind of 
frame in stainless steel and leather.

"We call that Molly's milker. It gives you a pelvic untouched by 
female hand."

"I think I prefer a female hand."

"Most clients do but funnily, clients who've been in the machine 
always prefer it."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know. It doesn't work on females."

He smiled at my joke. "You can get in and give it try if you like. 
You don't have to come though."

He was a bit scared of the machine and would have preferred not to  
but he couldn't turn down my invitation. He got into position, 
kneeling on all fours, doggy style. I rubbed his bum to reassure 
him and adjusted the straps under his chest and belly that were 
designed to take most of his weight. "Would you like the other 
straps on?"

"Ok."

I cinched the straps around his wrists and legs. "A lot of the 
clients say they enjoy the feeling of helplessness they get from 
being strapped up."

Sid didn't reply but his pecker was hard. He loved feeling 
helpless. "Now I'll just slip on the milker. It was a soft rubber 
cup arrangement connected by a flexible tube to a suction pump. The 
suction varied causing the rubber cup to move on the penis in a 
masturbatory movement.

"Now you control the milker with the twist grip." It was arranged 
so that the hands rested on a round bar and the twistgrip was 
naturally under the right hand. I switched  on the machine and two 
red lights came on. I knew it took a moment or two to build up the 
suction and start working so I  idly cupped his dangling scrotum 
and gave it a little massage while he waited.

As the suction started to work I could see that Sid was loving it. 
He had a stupid look of pure ecstasy on his face. Molly always said 
that when a guy got to this stage on the machine there was no 
stopping him. I turned the valve in the suction line to the off 
position. Sid looked disappointed. He'd been very close to 
ejaculation.

"Come on Sid. I don't want you to make a sticky mess in the 
machine. But how did you like it?"

"It was wonderful. Really something. What's this red button for?" 
He pressed an illuminated control button, one of the two red lights 
that had come on when the power was connected, and something on a 
table to his right clicked and jumped. It startled him.

I laughed. "You were lucky that wasn't installed."

"What is it?"

"It's the castrator attachment. You pressed the button that 
operates it.

"Bloody hell! Shouldn't you disconnect it?"

"No. It's quite safe as long as you don't push the red button."

"But by accident?"

"Nobody's ever pressed that button by accident."

"But why don't you take that thing off altogether?"

"Well, it came with it so we left it. It's really meant for farm 
animals but when we modified it for our clients we found that some 
of them liked to have the castrator fitted on them. They sort of 
enjoy the danger."

Sid shuddered. I could see that the machine had got to him. I undid 
the restraining straps. "Come on Sid. Let's go back and I'll bring 
you off safely by hand."

"If you like, you could make an appointment to try out the 
machine." I said it just for devilment and added "With or without 
the castrator." 

"That machine has got to me," he said as I made him comfortable on 
the massage table.

"So you would like to try it?"

"I think so."

I was gently holding his cluster and pouring on warm massage 
oil. "What we can do is book you in for a massage, a pubic shave 
and a session on the machine. Takes about an hour and a half. Would 
you like that?"

"Oh yes." He sounded a little breathless but that could have  been 
because I was rubbing the oil into his shaft.

"I think your Egyptian princess would prefer her slave without 
pubic hair, don't you?"  His prompt and massive ejaculation took 
both of us by surprise."

********

It's not for any sinister purpose that we keep a little black book 
of our clients. Merely that we like to give a good service, keep 
them happy and most of all, keep them coming back. With the client 
base that I have it's not possible to remember them all so when the 
phone rings and a voice says "This is George," I can say "Hello 
George. How nice to hear from you." By that time I've looked up 
George and got enough details to jog my memory and speak to George 
as an old acquaintance.

But when poor lonely Sid rang up I remembered him immediately and 
didn't have to look him up. I knew what he wanted and I was right.

When he arrived he was shaking badly and had a grey pallor in his 
face. He looked quite dreadful.
His wife's lawyer had been on to him earlier in the day. The wife 
was vindictively suing for divorce. She wanted the house, the 
money, the  cars and the children. Any last hopes that there could 
be a reconciliation were shattered and Sid was broken too.

I liked Sid. He was a polite, gentle man with a subtle wry humour. 
I didn't like to see him hurting so. I gave him a hug and said to 
put it all out of his mind for the rest of today. In my room I got 
him to undress and gave him a good stiff brandy to loosen him up. 
It seemed to help. I gave him a really good massage too. Molly came 
in as I was finishing. I introduced them.

"Molly's our 'milking machine' specialist and she's going to brief 
you on it before we start."

"We're all ready for you, Sid. Shall we go down to the machine?"

So Molly and I, both dressed to the nines, led nude Sid by the 
hands to the room where the machine was set up. The machine was on 
a plinth so a kneeling man would be at Molly's working height. 
Lighting was concentrated on the machine and the bright stainless 
steel glittered. 

A massage table was also in the room and the shaving equipment was 
ready. I got Sid to sit on the table Molly told him about the 
machine as I snipped his long, untrimmed pubes with the scissors.

"What it is Sid," Molly explained, "if you wear the castrator we 
have to take the same precautions as if you actually meant to press 
the red button. Just for safety."

Sid nodded and swallowed.

"So all this is not really necessary but I have to tell you."

"I understand." Sid seemed really to be enjoying himself as I 
worked on his pubes and Molly explained the dangers of her machine 
to him.

Molly showed him the razor sharp cutting blade and explained its 
features. It was fearsome thing. I knew that just to look at it 
gave most guys a shudder. Sid was fascinated by it.  Molly 
explained that it cut so well you wouldn't even feel it. Certainly 
there was no pain involved although it might be just a bit sore for 
a few days afterward while the cut was healing. "Of course I have 
to sew up the wound after," she said. Takes about ten stitches for 
a really neat, tidy job."

"Molly's a qualified trauma nurse," I told Sid. "She knows about 
sewing up wounds."

Sid wanted to know if anyone had ever actually pressed the red 
button. Molly didn't want to say. "You wouldn't be the first," I 
said to Sid.

'Struth! Really? What happened afterwards?"

"We lose a good regular client," I told him.

"Not always. Once they get on to patches most of them come back."

"Patches?" Sid looked puzzled.

Molly explained to him. "You get stick-on patches that let 
testosterone seep through the skin. They have to be prescribed but 
they're easy enough to get."

"Sort of defeats the object of castration though. Then they're just 
an ordinary guy again 'cept they can't make a woman pregnant," I 
said, thinking aloud.

"And if you don't take patches?"

"Skin gets softer, you lose some physical strength, you stop going 
bald. You don't get a fat belly and your cholesterol and blood 
pressure usually improve. It doesn't stop you getting an erection 
but you tend to lose interest and your penis shrinks from lack of 
use." Molly rattled that off as if she'd said it many times.

Sid looked impressed. "What do you do with the er bit that's cut 
off?"

Molly looked at me. I nodded. From under her top she drew out a 
necklace of what looked like lumpy gold nuggets. "We have the 
testicles bronzed."

Sid looked awestruck. I told him "You do also lose a portion of the 
scrotum as well which is sensitive skin."

Molly added  "But the amount you lose is about a quarter of what 
circumcised guys have lost so you are still much better off than a 
man whose been circumcised."

Sid had a raging hard as I finished shaving and dried him. Molly 
led him over to the machine to the machine, got him strapped in and 
put the masturbator on to his prick. She checked that he was 
comfortable, slipped a cable tie over his testicles and arranged it 
so that it was tight enough to stay put but would not cause any 
damage.  She patted his rump and cupped his balls, working them in 
her palm. Her other hand held the castrator. "Do you want to wear 
this ?" she asked him.

"Yes."

Molly fitted it. It clipped snugly around the neck of the scrotum 
and she adjusted it so that it pressed down lightly on the 
testicles.  She switched on the power. The red light came on and 
Molly checked the feel of the retaining pin that stopped the blade 
from moving. If the pin was free to move it showed that the trigger 
mechanism was holding the blade. Then the blade wouldn't move 
unless the trigger  was activated by pressing the red button. The 
pin was free and she gently and carefully pulled it out, explaining 
to Sid that he had control and the red button was active.

"Now Sid, take your time. Don't rush it and you can always stop it 
if you like so that it lasts longer. Molly opened the valve that 
admitted the suction. 

Sid got going. He ran it slowly and I could see the masturbator 
moving on his prick. It moved in a gentle rhythm. Molly came and 
stood by me. We watched as Sid speeded it up and then slowed down 
to a steady pulse. 

We could see that Sid would soon be climaxing. We went over to 
watch. He was in the throws of pre-ejaculation. A big squirt 
came. "Sid do it," Molly cried. Deftly she pulled the cable tie 
tight,

And he did. There was the slightest of clicks and his scrotum 
dropped into Molly's waiting palm.

Several more squirts and Sid was spent. Molly rubbed his bum as he 
recovered himself. I undid the restraining straps and Molly removed 
the castrator and sewed up the clean wound it had left.

Then we helped Sid get down. Molly put him on a sanitary pad and 
got him into some panties. "You're allowed to wear these now." The 
off cut went into a box which I knew Molly would put into the 
refrigerator.

Sid was in a state of mental rather than physical shock. Molly took 
the box and its now useless, formerly precious contents and went to 
make some tea.

Sid was shaking and trembling as he sipped his tea, trying to come 
to terms with his new unmanned state. Molly had gone by the time 
Sid had drunk his tea. I poured him another cup with a view to 
giving him as much time as he needed to get over the shock. 

We'd had other castrations but usually the recovery time was little 
more than it took to get over a really good ejaculation, which 
really is all it is. Sid seemed to be getting worse. He was 
brooding himself into a depression. I suspected it was more to do 
with his divorce than his castration but the last thing anyone 
needed was for one of our clients to commit suicide in the newly 
cut-off state that Sid was in.

In the end I got him to come home with me so I could keep an eye on 
him. This is the biggest no-no of all in my line of work but it 
would cause less trouble this way.

The house was in its usual mess. I'd never have brought another 
woman into it like that but generally I've found that men are less 
judgmental and a lot less observant. Sid wasn't observant at all. 
He was in a kind of daze. I undressed him, checked his wound which 
looked ok and put on a clean pad. Then I got him to take some pain 
killers and a sleeping draught. He was out before I switched off 
the light.

He was still asleep when I left next day. I considered this as I 
didn't like leaving him there but then I thought what the heck. 
There was nothing of value there so I left him to it. 

We weren't very busy so I was able to get away early and I still 
had some energy left. Usually I'm exhausted by the time I get in.

I wondered if Sid had left. When I got in the house was immaculate: 
neat, clean and tidy. I checked each room and it was the same 
everywhere. And there was a stew simmering on the stove in the 
kitchen that smelt delicious. Beside it, on the work top next to 
the stove Sid had left a note. "Princess, thank you for everything. 
Enjoy the stew. Love Sid."

The stew was delicious. Such a pity that I never saw Sid ever again.