She escorted me quietly into her space. I eagerly followed her, my mind was filled with anticipation. When she told me to disrobe, I did so efficiently and without hesitation, my modesty no where to be found.
There was a table in the middle of the room covered with a sheet and she beckoned me to lay upon it.
Face down I laid myself out while taking some calming deep breaths. She asked me if there was anything I needed before we started. No I replied, as I closed my eyes and waited.
There is a spark that happens the first time a woman lays her hands on me. Every inch of my body ached for her touch. I almost trembled with greed and I had to remind myself that she was in charge.
As she laid her hands on me my heart rate slowed down and I could feel myself starting to let go of the tensions that had brought me to her.
As she worked the knots from my back and shoulders I stayed quiet, no desire to speak. She spent a long time there, then a heating pad was placed over my upper back as she uncovered my ass to rub the tension away there next.
Suddenly she was fingering my bum. I could feel her lazily tracing her finger over the brand that has been a part of me forever. She broke the silence abruptly "so this is what it looks like when they laser out a tattoo".
It was not so much a question as it was an observation. She seemed so genuinely impressed to have figured this out, that I was alright with not correcting her mistake. I felt no need to scare her and tell her that it was and is a two strike, 1800 degree brand. That the brand was deliberate and not a mistake. Nor a scar from a tattoo removal.
As she transitioned back to massaging my body, she said one more thing to me. "The tattoo on your shoulder has left me thinking". The tattoo in question is of a set of handcuffs encasing two hearts with a single tail whip running through it all.
I did not inquire as to what it had her thinking about. I was fairly certain that if I had asked her what she was thinking I would have needed to talk more about myself than I wanted to.
When you pay a RMT (registered massage therapist) for their services, you have the right to quiet enjoyment of the time booked. A pregnancy massage for me was not about to turn into a Kink 101 class for my service provider.
Jennifer ... Vancouver's Sex Educator, Sexuality Coach and Activist. The content of this blog is not suited for those under the age of 18. What you'll find here is a written account of my personal journey in sex positive culture both personally and professionally.
