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| Manwithtentacles |
on Mon 3 Aug 09, 10:42 PM to Manwithtentacles's blog.
Philippa's Story
Simon walked confidently down the corridors of the spa towards the massage room. He knew who was awaiting him - and how he had left her. It was now after hours, and he was the only one on the premises - apart from the lady on the massage table! His breathing and heartbeat increased the nearer he got to the door that would reveal the woman.
He remembered the first time he had met Philippa. She had come to relax, and to tone up. He had given her the tour of the spa and gym. Coming straight from the office as she had, he had hardly noticed the blonde's body beneath the city clothes. It was only on her second visit when he saw her in the gym, her athletic frame shown off by the skin tight lycra that he appreciated her fully. Philippa was truly beautiful… he couldn't wait to get his hands on her - all over.
When she came for her first massage with him he relaxed her, smoothing her body with exotic oils. She has wonderful smooth skin. She had modestly kept the white towel wrapped around her, but he was able to move it a little to massage her lower back. It was then he heard her sigh of contentment. That contentment must have been a release for Philippa. She opened up to him about the pressures of her life, about how she needed to relax. She became enraptured with the workings of his supple fingers on her skin, the movement of the hands on her muscles, the scent of the oils on her body… Simon was equally entranced, the beauty of this woman, her perfect body… how he wanted her…
It had become a weekly occurrence. As Philippa had become more familiar with him she had allowed him to massage her more fully. He had worked on her legs, hands on her calves, then thighs. He had been daring enough to suggest a foot massage - and Philippa had loved it - he thought he once heard her moan in pleasure. By now only a small towel covered her buttocks. She had been willing. Simon had long ago learned that actually listening to women was key. He sympathised and empathised with Philippa. She, for her part, became so relaxed beneath Simon's touch that he felt she could tell him anything. And also ask… He was taken aback at first when Philippa started asking him about his life. He was more guarded than the woman. He was single - no time for commitments at the moment. He told her that he enjoyed giving her pleasure. She turned around. Their eyes met. It was only an instant, but a moment of unspoken desire like a shock passed between them. His hands were on her. He felt her breath quicken an instant. No one had looked at her like that in a while. No one had appreciated her as a sexual being, despite her looks, her body… no one had touched her like Simon.
Slowly, Simon removed the towel, revealing her naked body. Perfect. Philippa made no protest; she lay still as Simon began his work on her, massaging her buttocks, her lower back, her thighs. He heard a small gasp of pleasure. Philippa stifled it, biting her lip, but the man knew her joy, her ecstasy in being touched as a woman should. She surrendered to him. He had total control over her body… It was then that he backed off. It was time. He had felt the woman almost writhing against the table, moving herself for extra pleasure - and he knew that if he had continued, Philippa would have come! She looked round, her face a mixture of disappointment and desire. Their time was up - for now. He wanted to kiss her all over. When Philippa raised herself from the table, she made no pretence at covering herself up as she reached for the robe - he saw the woman naked, the perfection of her body, her legs, her breasts - all of her. How he wanted her, to possess her. And she wanted that possession. They exchanged a look. It was then that he offered the full body massage for her.
That was when things really started. The first time he didn't want to push it too far, but the next, he told her that her pleasure could be added to – and her sense of touch heightened – by a blindfold. Philippa was intrigued when he had brought out the length of white cotton. He held it before her, giving her the choice. Her breathing was quick, shallow – would he deliver herself into the hands of this man – who might do anything with her when she was robbed of her sight? He gently stroked her, told her that he would never hurt her, nor do anything she did not wish... she quietly said, “yes”, nodding her assent. He came behind her as she lay face down on the table, slipped the cloth over her eyes, and tied it in place. It was then, in her darkness, that Philippa found that he told no lie – every touch, every caress was amplified, her senses working overtime on her skin, as Simon massaged her all over, seeing what she could not, her skin gleaming with the oils that he administered, her body writhing in the pleasure of being touched the way she wished! And he knew how to use his hands!
Softly at first, then quicker, his hands ranged all over her body, massaging her hips and buttocks, along her spine, to her neck and shoulders, the unsighted woman responding to each electric touch, each pore, each nerve sensitive to the man who had her in his hands! Then he turned her over, and immediately began massaging her breasts, his fingers playing lightly on her nipples, circling her aureolae, touching her. They were sensitive, she felt the warm fingers play with her, then moving down, down over her stomach, down to her navel, playing with it, letting the anticipation build. And then, with care, with desire, with deliberation, the fingers moved. In her darkness, Philippa could only imagine the sight as she knew the man's hands were reaching for her, between her legs, her secret place, for her ultimate pleasure! “Oh God yes!” Philippa exclaimed, louder then she expected – and louder than he wished. He almost put his hand over her mouth to quieten her! He hoped she wouldn't be heard – there might be trouble! His desire overcame any fears, and his fingers reached for their goal, her undefended pussy, wanting to touch her, to feel her, to need her! Then he began.
Philippa had never been touched so, never surrendered herself to anyone like this, knowing that, blindfolded, she was helpless – if she tried to remove it would he prevent her – even if that meant tying her up? She considered this – and found the idea frightening, but also erotic, the thought of being bound by this man so that he was really helpless beneath his touch – that was a fantasy to explore! He imagined her hands tied as his hands roamed over her naked body – he could do anything to her... yes, anything! Propping herself up on her elbows she manoeuvred her hands together under her. Simon noticed. Beautiful. Simon doubled his efforts, and he began to stroke her thighs, then finally, she felt him at her labia, stroking them, feeling her, sensing her swift breathing, he knew that he must take her – now!
Wonderful, so so wonderful, the blindfolded woman felt the man touch her where she needed, faster, more urgent, stroking her, feeling her, exploring her body completely, she felt the fire begin within her, the impatient need for total satisfaction! The waves of pleasure with each stroke of his fingers, his other hand stoking her legs, her breasts, reaching under for her buttocks – and then clamping on her hands, holding them down - yes, as she wished – making her totally helpless, her breathing became deeper, her excitement obvious in her open mouth, her nipples, her whole body responding to the man's touch! Building now, ever building as his hands worked faster on her, the hands between her legs giving her such pleasure, the hand pinioning her wrists keeping her trapped, the blindfold heightening every touch! Who had ever had her like this – who had ever wanted her like this? “Aaaah... aahhh”, Philippa tried to keep quiet, but she knew the orgasm was building in her, her body totally aflame, she arched her back as the man's hands did their sensual work and the release, yes, the release came, and he kissed her suddenly, deeply, more completely than she had ever been kissed and she came! His hand was quick on her as it gave its power to her and waves of pure energy flooded through her body, the kiss quietened her moan of ecstasy, but it was deep, raw, his other hand tight on hers, keeping her captive!
He kept kissing her as he released her, and removed the blindfold. Philippa almost gasped thank you,” to Simon, and saw he was also breathing deep – and her effect on him! He wanted to make love to her – but even here it was too dangerous. He also knew as a successful businesswoman that Philippa would have to be careful herself. But here, in this room, the fantasy could become reality. He had noticed the way she held her hands and wondered... he gave her a towel. “Hope that was good. If you want to again...” “Yes, next time, yes.” Philippa was still slightly breathless. He watched her as she put on the bathrobe he supplied as she went for her shower. No further words were passed as she left – just one short kiss. They had to be discrete.
In the showers, the hot water running over her body felt more sensual than usual, the experience more alive than Philippa had ever known. She considered his invitation...
The whole week at work her mind was on Simon and on the massage room – and the promise of what was to come. After work on Thursday – a particularly trying day – she called the spa. She talked to Simon. They talked over what she wanted – what he wanted too. Friday couldn't pass quickly enough!
When Philippa came to the spa his breath quickened. Beneath the smart dark jacket she was dressed in a tight white t-shirt with her trousers also white. He knew what to do –they had discussed this. He would undress her – completely!
It was Philippa who removed the jacket, laying it on the chair, but after that she delivered herself into Simon's hands. She felt his nimble fingers grip the hem of her t-shirt and she raised her arms as he pulled it over her head, revelling in every touch as he caressed her body in taking off the fabric. Her trousers were next, Philippa kicking off her shoes to allow him to remove them, again smoothing the cloth over her skin, ever the masseur, ever acknowledging the needs of her body. He then stood back to admire her, the whole woman, before making his way behind her to undo her brassiere. He stroked her hair, her neck, each finger sending waves of pleasure through Philippa with his sensuous touch, before he gently slid the straps off her shoulders. Her eyes closed in anticipation, and he heard her exhale as he undid the clasp of her bra, and the garment fell away. Gently he put his arms around her and stroked each breast in turn, before sliding his hands down, down her flanks, down to her hips, feeling the shudder of the woman as he prepared her, his hands touching every contour of her flesh, seeking out the woman. He rested his hands a second – then his fingers slowly, deliberately traced the path to her small white tanga knickers. Philippa could almost have just stepped off the beach at some expensive resort, topless, her only adornments a bracelet and her watch. Slowly, slowly, he pulled the fabric over her buttocks, down her thighs again letting every second become sensual as he touched her, down her calves, undressing her, admiring her body, wanting her so much, so by the time that Philippa stepped out of her panties, both were breathing short shallow breaths in anticipation.
Philippa knew what to do next. She knew, without seeing, that Simon had folded her clothes on the chair, and had picked up the long, white silk scarves. He approached the naked woman from behind. As he did, keeping her upper arms to her sides, Philippa raised her hands to her shoulders. It was a gesture of surrender, but she knew what was about to happen. She felt his fingers at her bracelet, and then removing her watch, then the touch of silk as he replaced each with one of the scarves, tying them in place, firmly but not too tight. When they were tied, he led Philippa to the massage table; helping her up, making sure she was comfortable as she lay face down for her treatment to begin. It soon would, as Simon took the free ends of the scarves and tied them to the legs at the end of the table. He looked at her, naked and bound to the table, he knew he wanted to touch her, and that there was no way she could prevent him from touching her where he liked – and where she desired.
He said the first words to her since she had entered the room: “You're so beautiful, Philippa...you want this...” it was more a statement than a question. Philippa looked up. He became lost in her large green eyes, so sensual, he was glad that he would not blindfold her today. He loved to see her expression, her pleasure, her need... Philippa looked into his grey eyes, saw his need too, his mastery. It was the only word she needed... quietly she said, “Yes.”
“Then that is all needs to be said.” Simon's words, simple words, hard words. She surrendered herself. He had tied her up – she had no choice. She knew he was taking the third scarf, holding it tight between his fingers. He had learned the lesson of the last week when one of his co-workers had heard Philippa's moans of ecstasy. There had been a snide comment – he knew he must be careful not to make the same mistake. He had told Philippa and she agreed.
He held her head up, and, lovingly, kissed her. It was a long, deep kiss, speaking of his desires, of his need for her, and she kissed back, expressing her need, of his leading her to the discovery of her sensuality. When they parted, she closed her lips and he placed the cloth over them, winding the scarf around her head, tying it at the nape of her neck, gagging her. Looking down at Philippa's bound and gagged form, her helpless body, waiting for him, only him, he began to undress, then took one finger and traced the length of her back, from the knot of the gag down her shoulder blades, her spine, down, down to her buttocks. He heard her, “mmm..mmm” moaning behind the gag, writhing in pleasure in her bonds, only now becoming aware how effectively she had been tied and silenced. No one outside the room would know she was there – no one!
