Message-ID: <3508eli$9709011154@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: Twighlight Zone 4 by Seurat: Art Critic 3/8 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970901110900.HAA22810@ladder02.news.aol.com> See varning section eins, bitte. Wednesday, May 22nd I sat in the front seat of my car dressed in the thin white pants and t-shirt, white sneakers on my feet. I was parked by a woman's health club, waiting for my time to come up. When it did, I walked into the place, and was greeted by the receptionist. She was an attractive redhead, dressed in workout clothes. "Yes, sir?" "I'm here to see Gloria." Just say what the note told you, no improvising. "Just down that way, second door on your left." She pointed. "Thank you." I walked down the hall, passing rooms full of attractive, sweaty women, jumping and gyrating. I didn't get an erection; I couldn't. My cock was encased in a tube filled with tiny pointed nibs. Every time I even started to get erect, the pain was incredible. It was called a Khali's ring, or some variation of it. I wasn't too fond of it at all. I found the door and knocked. A soft, feminine voice told me to enter. Upon entering I was greeted by the beautiful owner of the voice. She looked oriental; an athletic body with well proportioned and firm breasts was wrapped in a modest dress of blue satin. Long, straight black hair hung in a ponytail. Her face was pretty and serene. A light perfume hung in the air. "You are Alan? Good. You are wearing the device? Better. If you are good, I will remove it when we are done. Follow me." She turned and walked into another room. She was so overwhelming that I couldn't even speak. The room contained three tables covered with towels. On each table lay a naked and beautiful woman. Sexy doesn't come close to describing them. The workouts to keep bodies in that shape must take all day. Pain in my genitals as my erection was quelled brought me back to reality quickly. "I will show you the techniques once. If I have to show you a second time, I will be displeased. Do you understand? Good." She had yet to wait for a response from me. She got a robe and put it on over her dress. A small bottle taken from her pocket drizzled oil over the chest of the first woman. "You will give each of these women a massage. If they find it acceptable, you will be permitted to leave. Begin, here." I moved over and began rubbing and massaging the first woman's breasts. I heard a loud THWACK a second before the pain shot through my thighs. Gloria had hit me with a split bamboo cane. "Not like that, you idiot. Move your thumbs like this, you fingers like this. You're giving her a massage, not feeling her up." That's the way my evening went. I would begin to massage, she would hit me, then correct my technique. I started to sweat profusely because I never knew where the next blow would land. My thighs and calves ached; my arms stung, my fingers were going numb. After the second blow I didn't worry about pain in my genitals. I was so worked up about getting hit that the thought of these women as sex objects didn't cross my mind again. Not to say the the women didn't try, twisting this way and that, spreading their legs to give me a show, pursing or licking their lips. I became an automation, there just to give massages. Not that that stopped them; they upped the ante, running their fingers up my thighs, caressing my ass, massaging my balls. As the evening wore on, they started doublbe-teaming me, and by the time I reached the third woman, the first two were rubbing their oil covered bodies all over my legs or sticking their tongues in my ears, or any of a multitude of other things. I found that by totally concentrating on giving a massage, I could block out almost all thoughts of sex. Any thoughts that did make it to my libido were bitten back by the Khali's teetht. After nearly two hours, all three women agreed that I was a passable masseur. I had learnedlight and deep muscle techniques, along with pressure points on the face and feet. I could've probably gotten a job giving massages. Gloria then blindfolded me and led me into another room, directing me with hits of her cane. I felt her undo my pants and drop them to the floor. She stood behind me and undid the biting device. "Now I shall show you one final massage." From behind she grasped my limp cock with one hand while rubbing my balls with her other. It took a minute after all I had been through, but soon I had a strong erection. Her hands manipulating me felt better than I could ever do myself. I felt my orgasm rising, and Gloria must have too. One hand left my balls and removed my blindfold just before I came. I stood in front of a large wall of glass. On the other side was a room full of attractive women, dressed in aerobics gear, all staring in my direction. The fact that I was being jerked off in front of a room full of women took me over the edge. My cock exploded in orgasm, and my knees buckled because of the intensity of the blood rush. Gloria milked my cum into a pan she had placed in front of me. It was then I noticed a figure on the other side of the glass with her back to me, to whom all the other women were really paying attention. I must've been behind a one-way mirror, looking onto a class. At least I hoped it was a mirror. Hoped and prayed. Exhibitionism is not my cup of tea. Friday, May 24th My wife had an exceptionally hard day today, and was very happy when I gave her a full body massage. I could tell that she wasn't in the mood for sex, being too tired, and I wasn't allowed to have sex anyway. Memories of the teeth kept my mind on what I was doing. It was nice just to touch her and to make her feel good. I think she really enjoyed it. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /