blueandbusted: adultstars-sfw: Lacy Lennon “I only massage my clients when they’re naked
blueandbusted: adultstars-sfw: Lacy Lennon “I only massage my clients when they’re naked. You can leave your clothes by the door and come lay down.”She started on your back. She was VERY good with her hands, and the soothing music helped you to relax. At the same time, she was a beautiful woman, and her hands were all over you. Not everything was relaxing. You had a particular body part that was doing quite the opposite. Soon enough, she asked you to roll over, and your rock hard erection was tenting the cover sheet.“Oh, what’s this! Is he jealous? Does he want a massage too?”Could it be true? Did you finally find a masseuse that gave happy endings? Yes! She was stroking it! It felt so good. Her lotioned hands were like magic. You couldn’t see exactly what she was doing because your eyes were closed, but apparently you found someone who was better at giving you a handjob than you were, yourself. Then came the moment when you were ready to add some of your own lotion to her hands…….and it didn’t happen. Her hands slowed down. The pressure eased back to the slightest little touch. Oh, she was good with her hands alright. Good enough to keep you on edge and not let you cum. You recognized what was happening right away. Your time was almost up. She was going to drag this out until your time ran out, then ask for a ridiculous sum of money to finish you off. Well, she was worth it. If you could afford it, you’d pay. Then you heard the soft chimes signaling the end of your hour-long session.“Oh, no. It looks like our time is up. I had a cancellation, if you’d like to pay for another session. We could finish what we started….”You nearly jumped off the table in your haste to get to the clothes you left by the door. You only made it a couple steps before you stopped dead, thoroughly confused and instantly alarmed.“Oh, my! It looks like someone took your clothes. You didn’t happen to have your wallet, your cell phone, and your car keys in those pants did you?”A new kind of dread sunk in. Her tone was light, slightly mocking, and completely unsurprised. She knew your pants were missing. She had arranged for it to happen, but she had perfect deniability. It was probably that thicc receptionist up front who had taken your things.“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll get your stuff back…..just as soon as you put this on. It’s called a chastity cage, and it locks onto that king-size candy bar there. With this on you won’t get any bigger than fun size. So, put this on and you get your stuff back. On your way out, stop and talk to Becky. You can talk to her about making a standing weekly appointment. I mean, who knows what might happen to your little key if I thought you weren’t coming back. It might get lost….or destroyed. You will have to be restrained, of course, but when you come back we’ll take that cage off, give you a massage, play with him a little, then lock him back up. My fee for all future sessions is double what you paid today. Don’t forget to talk to Becky on your way out. She might demand that you climb under her desk and give her a tongue massage. I’d do it if I were you. I mean, it would be a shame if she was unhappy with you and told me that you were never coming back…..” -- source link