Chapter 2
We made our way through winding corridors bathed in warm, rose and gold toned lighting.
Thaleia explained to me as we walked, my own feet somehow always several steps behind, that I was being taken to what they called a “Bloom Chamber”, a normal massage room but somehow different according to my attendant.
It was different.
The masseuse that Thaleia introduced as Aminata stood inside the dimly lit room, framed as a silhouette by the soft glow of flickering candles against the light pink walls.
Her skin was the colour of polished ebony, shimmering under the warm light like a moonlit lagoon under a night’s sky. Long hair fell in loose waves down to her shoulders, framing high cheekbones and a knowing smile that played upon her lips.
I felt my breath catch as I stepped into the room and ran my eyes over the robe that seemed to be painted onto her body, clinging to every generous curve with fully intended intimacy.
It was the colour of rich cream, setting off her skin tone and catching the light as she moved, the toned muscles beneath being hinted at rather than revealed outright.
‘Mr Batts, please undress and get into your robe.’
Thaleia had already left the room while I was focused on those pools of warm chocolate. Aminata was clearly a woman of absolute confidence.
‘Eeer,’ I croaked as she stepped close enough to raise an arm, my eyes drawn to the delicate line where her shoulder met her neck. A robe identical to her own but of an almost candyfloss colour was held in her grip.
Shoulder muscles tightened, and I suddenly felt very small.
‘The thing is… you see…’
‘Mr Batts,’ she said in a gentle but firm tone, ‘I have seen everything, so please, just do as you are told. Let us help you bloom.’
W-why was it so warm in here? Had she always been that close to me? Why was everything suddenly a lot closer than a moment ago?
‘Allow me.’
Before I could utter another word Aminata was bearing down on me, slightly taller than me and possessed of a strength from years of her profession.
Her butterfly-soft touch unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers down to my ankles.
I stepped out of them without complaint, her breath warm in my ear as she circled behind me and instructed me to take off my shirt and underwear.
The heat of her so close to me made my pulse race, and I forgot that when I pulled off my underwear and shirt I revealed my obvious arousal.
To her credit she remained professional, slipping the robe over my shoulders and promising me that my nerves and tenseness would melt away.
The robe felt good – more than good – almost as if it wasn’t even there.
A smell of lotus and jasmine wafting from incense sticks placed in the corners of the room made me feel pretty light-headed, but in a happy way.
‘Take a seat, sir, and we shall begin.’
Plush and comfortable, my eyes drowsy from only a few minutes in her presence, I relaxed into the seat and with idle peeks saw how loosely her own robe was tied, slipping open to reveal just enough smooth chest to make my heart race before I looked away with a cough.
‘Now… breathe slowly, Mr Batts. In and out. In and o-’
A damp drizzle of something misted over my face and chest as I breathed, another cough rising as I was caught unawares.
Her eyes watched me intently as her perfect lips peeled back into a smile.
‘It is just our signature “Lotus Awakening” blend,’ she said slowly.
‘Continue breathing and let it work. Feel how revitalising it is. That’s it. ’
As I continued to breathe deeply I could feel the aroma of the spray sinking deeply into me, several more sprays dampening my hair and the chest area of my robe.
My skin began to tingle pleasantly against the silk robe.
In my head I could not have felt more relaxed; all my thoughts becoming hazy, like a film had been put over my eyes.
Everything from the warmth of the room to the flames on the candles moved slower than they should.
‘Was,’ I mumbled, ‘is all… slow.’
Aminata finished piling my clothes next to the central massage table, humming a small tune as she did so.
My drowsy eyes followed her in all her lithe movements before she placed the spray bottle down and leant over me.
Soft, slender fingers took hold of my bicep and helped me to my unsteady feet, each rustle of my robe against my skin making me let out little gasps.
My masseuse guided me over to the table and instructed me to lie down.
‘Without the robe, Mr Batts. I cannot perform a Petal Massage through your clothes.’
That made sense. How stupid it would be to have a massage with clothes on.
With the velvet-covered table beneath my back I could easily have slipped off into sleep, but glimpses of a toned calf or a hint of abs kept me awake in an agonising game of hide-and-seek.
‘Relax,’ she said in a whisper, my body flinching as warm oils were poured generously over my body. ‘Let your body soften and bloom.’
Her touch was feather light at first, then deeper and more insistent, my tension beginning to unravel as she promised it would.
For a moment I thought I felt a hardness pressing gently against my thigh through the thin fabric of her robe, the only thing separating us both, but as the rounded top of a breast passed in front of my eyes I smiled and promptly forgot.
Aminata’s hands glided everywhere, and I couldn’t stop a moan coming out. Her expert fingers slipped a large amount of the scented oil over my still-tingling chest, their tips circling my nipples until they stiffened and ached.
‘It’s natural to feel yourself opening,’ she said with an assertive pinch of a nipple. My traitor of a cock stirred between my legs. Several more squeezes of my tender peaks made me squirm and my body feel as if it were on fire.
My masseuse shouldn’t be touching me like this, I knew that, even through the mental fog encompassing me, but it was just like a porno and deep down I knew I didn’t want it to stop there.
‘Very good, Adrian.’
Adrian? Only Cathy called me that, and yet it didn’t feel strange coming from the mouth of this dark beauty.
I whimpered when she slid her hands down my body, over my out-of-shape stomach, and then widened my half-closed eyes when I felt those fingers reach for my cock.
‘Whoa there, Am-Amni. Can’t do that,’ I said, my words weak and feeble, and more for myself. My nipples still throbbed as I went to lift myself up in protest. A hand pressed itself to my chest, pushing my oddly fatigued body back down.
She began what she called the Root Awakening, another see-through bottle of oil poised above my genitals and then quickly splashed all over them. God, I had never gotten up quicker down there, nor been harder in my entire life.
Aminata gave a small chuckle at this, playful but not mocking to my ears.
A long groan was torn from my throat by her fingers wrapped about my shaft and the beginning of a painfully slow stroking.
The slick oil removed any sense of friction, making it effortless as she slid down with a twist and back up.
My back arched up from the table as the notion of playing with my nipples to enhance the pleasure slipped through the back door of my mind – I ignored it for now, keeping my trembling arms down by my side.
There was no word said to me about how the oil was soon joined by precum leaking steadily from my swollen tip. Aminata no doubt watched with those large, deep eyes as the pressure of her grip tightened by an increment but her speed never quickened or slowed.
I barely noticed her other hand softly cup my balls in an oily palm, her long fingers making small circles on my perineum that made me moan again with unintelligent sounds. My eyes now fully closed as I slipped into the sensations being produced by this expert.
‘That’s it, let me release those masculine blockages.’
‘Urrrgh,’ I groaned when I felt several digits slip without resistance, save for a small widening of my back ring, into my arsehole.
Tempted though I may have been, I had never penetrated myself or been penetrated anally.
I was straight after all. In my current state I almost slid myself forward to help her, her probing fingers plunging deeper as her palm rubbed against my perineum.
What happened next was like a flash of lightning. Her fingers grazing across something inside of me made me thrash on the table. Lean fingers released my pulsing cock moments before as a tidal wave rose inside of me and then fell with blissful force.
‘F-f-fuck!’ I shouted, slapping a palm against the table a little too hard. ‘F-God… Jesus…’ I came with such force that I bit my tongue, my entire body feeling as if it were on fire, cum spraying into the air and falling back onto me in burning drops against my skin.
Always prepared, always quick, and always in control, Aminata produced sheets from somewhere.
I was too busy twitching on the massage table to care.
They were warm, and the now familiar scent of Lotus Awakening was infused into them.
My masseuse wrapped them around me while speaking gently into my ear.
‘You are safe… you are becoming more beautiful… your true self is emerging.’
Thaleia was waiting for me when I emerged from the Bloom Chamber, my legs feeling like jelly, and my skin clearly flushed in contrast to my t-shirt and jeans.
With each step we took towards the exit I noticed something different from when I was led here – my nipples puffy against my t-shirt, a pleasant heavy sensation in my chest and hips, and a knowledge, almost a craving, that I would without a doubt be back.