I was nervous as I stood in line waiting to check out. The Department store was busy for a Monday afternoon. When I got up to the belt I unloaded my basket. A new shirt (a long sleeve black polo shirt in a silky finish) and trousers (Chino Khakis), a pair of b.temt’d Lace Kiss Hipster panties in Tango Red and an OXO good grips wooden spoon set. I’d been biding my time, waiting for her to be on the register. I paid with cash and when she handed me the receipt and cash I passed her a sterling silver chain necklace from which dangled a single key.
“Here, I think you dropped this earlier,” I said, and began to walk away.
“I don’t think so,” she said, giving me a quizzical look.
“No, I’m sure that’s yours,” I smiled and quickly rushed out of the store.
Back in my hotel room I took my time showering, shampooing and conditioning, shaving my pubic hair, applying deodorant and aftershave. I carefully dried my private area and then rushed to pull on the cage in place before my cock, hardening in excitement, could prevent me from snapping the lock shut. A key, identical to the one I’d handed the cashier, lay on the bathroom vanity in front of me. I took a deep breath and dropped it into the garbage can of the hotel bathroom. I felt confident I’d not be needing it again.
I considered putting on the panties, but instead just dressed in the new pants and shirt. I then checked my bag for all the items I’d brought from home. There was the ball gag, the blindfold, the deer skin flogger, a thick leather paddle, Chinese Clover Clamps, a large bag of clothespins, a humbler, a parachute ball stretcher, an electrical TENS Unit, a shock collar and a Kali’s Teeth spiked cockring. There were also several bottles of scented massage oil. I took the spoons and the panties from the shopping bag and put them in with the oil and the toys. Checking that I hadn’t left anything behind the room I proceeded to the hotel desk to check out.
I paused after I parked my car outside her house, I took a deep breath and swung my backpack over my shoulders and took the massage table out of the trunk and made my way to her door. I rang the bell and stood in the doorway. There was a light on, so I hoped she was home and alone. After a few minutes, I heard someone behind the door, I imagined she was looking out at me and not surprisingly there was a hesitant pause. In that pause I wondered if she would recognize me from her work. Then she opened the door a crack.
“Yes?” She asked, looking me up in down.
“Miss C, did you order an in-call massage?” I said, nodding to the table which was heavy in my hands.
She looked me up and down and then gave me a rueful smile. I knew she had recognized me now, even if she hadn’t remembered me at first sight. She hesitated another second and with an expression that seemed a mixture of amusement and irritation and motioned me in.
“Are you some sort of crazy stalker? Do you make a habit of showing up at the doors of women you don’t know?”
“I’m just here to give you the massage you wanted . . .” I stammer.
“Yes, I know,” she nodded curtly. “And how am I supposed to know that I can trust you?”
“The key.” I said softly.
“Ahh yes, so you are locked already?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
She paused and then ordered: “Show me, strip.”
I pulled the polo shirt off over my head, removed my shoes and socks and dropped my trousers.
“Fold your hand behind your head.”
I did as instruct and she circled me, eyeing me up and down and then briefly touching the lock on my chastity cage.
“Take the belt off of your pants and hand it to them and then fold your clothes neatly and hand them to me.”
I did as I was instructed. She walked out of the room with my clothes and returned a few minutes later, now carrying only my leather belt.
“You’ll get those back when you need them. You’ll be naked at all times as long as you are here. Is that understood?” As she spoke she squeezed my cheeks between her hand and directed my eyes to hers.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good, and from now on, you’ll speak only when directly spoken to, is that also understood?
“Yes Ma’am.”
“And after my massage you’ll be tied up and punished for that stunt you pulled at my work and for showing up on my doorstep like this. You won’t be untied and you won’t get your clothes or your car keys back until I’m satisfied you’ve suffered enough to learn your lesson.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good, there a spare bedroom on the right of that hall, go and set the table up in there.”
I scurried away to do as ordered. Once the table was unfolded and the legs locked I got out the oil and the blindfold and put it on. I left the bag open, a few feet from the table, to be sure she would see it and might examine the contents.
I heard her enter the room a few minutes later. She chuckled. “Who told you to put on that blindfold slave?”
“No one Ma’am? I just thought . . .” I stammered nervously.
“Well from now on don’t think. You can leave it on though for now. It amuses me.”
I heard her begin to rummage in my bag and smiled in satisfaction. “What’s this? Very nice.” I heard her say and then I heard her mount the table.
“Well, what are you waiting for, you may begin.”
I approached the table and found the back of her head. I began to gently massage her scalp and was rewarded with an almost immediate sigh of satisfaction. After three or four minutes of working her scalp I rubbed a small bit of oil into my palms and after first warming it with the friction of my hands I applied it to the back of her neck and began working her neck in tiny, firm circles with my thumbs. After a couple of minutes of this I began tracing my thumbs down either side of the vertebrae of her neck and then thoroughly wetting my hands with more oil I slid my hands down to her shoulders.
She was a large woman, maybe three hundred pounds, so massaging her back was a tiring exercise and required firmness of my hands. I used my fists to knead her flesh, my thumbs to work in circles and I hit her with the sides of my palms in the Swedish style. When my fingers would fatigue, I’d rest them for a few minutes by simply rubbing her back gently or by applying my fingers in a teasing feather light touch. Her back was tense so I devoted a good twenty minutes to working over the area from her shoulders to her hips, following the curve of her spine, working under her should blades, tracing my fingers along her ribs, as best as I could feel them through her flash and stroking the small of her back and the area above her hips.
I took a deep breath and nervously slid my hands down to her ample bottom. I hoped she would not think me too forward or inappropriate as I began to knead her buttocks. Not so much oil was needed here as I massaged her rear. I tried to imagine what it looked like and half cursed myself for having put on the blindfold. I felt my cock stirring as much as it could within the cage and trembled with a desire to bend down and literally kiss her ass. I stifled the urge with the greatest difficulty, out of dread of the torment she might inflict if she judged such an act too forward. I jiggled her buttocks for a few more minutes and then applied more oil to my hands and moved down to her thighs.
I rubbed her thighs back and forth in a gesture not dissimilar to kids playing at Indian Rope Burns and otherwise shook the back of her thighs. I kneaded the flesh behind her knees with the balls of my thumbs and then moved down to her calves, lifting her lower legs in the air and rubbing the bottom of my forearm against the calf muscle. Then juggling the calves and finally working them with my thumbs. I figured it was now nearly forty minutes and my hands were beginning to tire and my own back began feeling like it might need a good massage. But I knew I still had to do her feet and that after a long day of standing at work they’d be particularly in need of my attention.