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Summary
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I am extending my right hand in order to open the door, gently attempting to push the door up; only to find myself falling, soon landing on my rump on top of (something).
“That just happened..” I exclaim, as I try to crawl out of what I had just landed in the middle of; “at least, it had been a fairly soft landing; as opposed, to what I had been expecting!” I ponder, giggling to myself.
“Now, what do I do?” I ponder; “where am I, and what am I supposed to do here?” I inquire.
Just how far had I fallen, I have no idea.
As I had finally escaped, what I had landed in, I find myself standing on the pristine white ceramic tiles; almost, as if it had been a bath-house or a facility in that vein.
After a moment, I come to the conclusion that it is steaming hot, even the glossy tiles underfoot are not all that hot. I tentatively take a few steps forwards, wearily scan my surroundings for anything in the vicinity. Anything at all. It stubbornly remains quiet, and none is to be seen as far as my eyes and ears could say. Well, not that my nose was any more cooperative, as I can’t pick up any scent beyond what had already been obvious based on my first impression.
While the room is white, and bright; I can see precious little, where I am standing. Reflections, confusing me, casting me of constantly.
I still hear the sounds of my footsteps, and faint echoes indicating where I have the walls. I just can’t quite make out where the bright light is emanating from. Why bother, it is light enough for me to see; even if it is a bit much, almost blinding me.
The walls beside me are just five feet apart, but more than enough for me to walk comfortably. Just a few inches too close, for me to walk with my arms outstretched to feel my way forwards.
Had I fallen through a trap door, or a chute for clothes or linen to be washed?” I question.
No response is forthcoming, and I don’t have any further revelations on my situation.
I could as well have been trapped. Or, maybe this is just a Labyrinth in which I am to get hopelessly and irrevocably lost? (Wouldn’t that be absolutely perfect?) Either way, I am lost, never to be heard from or seen again. Isn’t that the case.
I am walking forwards, as I have nothing better to do. Or, maybe I did have something better to do. I could always try to examine the way I had come from. The location I had arrived. I could, but for now it just had not even entered my mind. Should it have?
“What kind of a place is this?” I ponder, never bothering to voice the question. (should I have?)
After several minutes of walking, the wall to my right vanishes and causes me to stumble to the side. I follow the hint, waling in the new direction.
On the right and left, I have three shower stalls. I have the shower, but nowhere to place my clothes. The path continues further and further; only to reveal a four foot high bench, similar to the once you have in the sauna. Yet, it is not getting either warmer, or colder than it had been before. Though the room is clearly steamy. My clothes starts to get soaked through.
I slip my clothes off of me; if I am alone modesty is the least of my problems, as the clothes are very uncomfortable by now.
Once I had disrobed; I take the chance to sit down on the bench before my clothes, just resting for a moment. Not as if the room or air is getting any less steamy, and I am feeling hot and a bit unsure on my feet by now.
I am closing my eyes, for a moment; but when I am once more opening my eyes, my clothes are nowhere to be seen. I have no clothes. Since I am still alone, I permit the notion to slip my mind. Should I have been that self-conscious of my appearance and body?
Just that now, is not the time to consider this issue, is it?
I am scanning the room, only to realize that I have a clear path forwards. While the walls still appear to be five feet apart, but I can continue to walk farther, in the hopes of getting somewhere; possibly learning where I am and how I ended up where I am.
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Departure
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Less than the Greater Van!
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Prologue
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There is a door before me, a solid wooden door. The door had been crafted out of dark oak wood, from what I can guess.
I am opening the door, having nothing better to do. On the other side of the door, I can see what appears to be a black massage bed: a gurney I can lay down upon.
“How curious..” I ponder; “but I guess I could rest for a moment; if I am lying on this bed!” I conclude.
In place of the leather I had been expecting; this one is coated with a metallic bloody red, glossy silicone. While initially hard to the touch; it is still yielding comfortably, forming after my body once I am placing my weight upon it.
I am taking the final steps, up to the bed; climbing up from the right, mounting it before I lay down on my back and rest comfortably.
The smooth surface is a bit sticky to the touch, but not more than I am comfortable with; at least, it is still giving me a good grip so that I don’t need to fear falling off. While this gurney is just four foot high; I still am not comfortable with falling off of it.
After a moment, of slowly and carefully squirming and shifting around; I find myself comfortable, safely lying on the gurney I had just mounted. Naturally, or maybe not quite so naturally; I am lying on my belly, my face fitting into the shaped pillow crafted for the very purpose of making me comfortable on my pillow. I can breathe, comfortably; as this pillow is not obstructing my breathing, despite the smooth and otherwise unyielding surface. (Note that I am referring to these items, by the word first coming to my mind; on the account of not knowing the proper term, for things I have before me.) It is after all the first time, I am having the opportunity, to lie on a massage bed in the first place. (At least, it certainly is comfortable up here!)
My feet are dangling, freely; while the rest of me is supported firmly by the bed upon which I am lying. (This is surprisingly comfortable, once I had managed to make myself comfortable.)
This room is surprisingly cool, as I lie on this bed; only four foot off of the floor, resting.
The room is quiet, on the account of me being alone in the small room, I had just stepped into. With nothing better to do, I just stay quiet; enjoying myself, as best as I can in this strange situation. Nothing better to do, and I need to rest after I had left the hot and steamy room I had just left. I am taking slow, deliberate breaths; in through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth; in through the nose, out through the mouth.
With every slow, deliberate breath I am taking; I find myself growing calmer, cooler.
It isn’t as if I had been tired, or sleepy; before I fell down and consequently entered the room with this massage bed. Yet, I find myself content, just lying limply and enjoying the short moment I am having before me.
“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as the girl is entering the room in which I am lying.
Whoever she is, she doesn’t seem to take notice of my presence; or she pretends I am not here. Unless, of course; she feels it more comfortable; to trap me where I lie, as she had already gobbled up the little space there is between her and me. As if there is anywhere, I could possibly go.
“Greetings, I am Aloe..” she proclaims; “and I’m the one to performing your massage, today!” she promises, eagerly.
“Oh..” I respond, pondering what is about to go down; “did I book a Massage Session?” I ponder, refusing to protest, just in case.
Massage certainly could be quite enjoyable, or so I had heard. If she is extending me the service, who am I to turn her down?
She is stopping, just one step away, standing a foot to my right, ruefully examining me where she is standing.
After a minute, she is extracting a thin membrane, Silicone glove with her left hand; slowly slipping her right hand into the crystal clear glove, pulling it all the way up with her left hand. I can hear a distinct squeaking noise from the glove, as it is stretching eagerly; as she is pulling it onto her right hand. With the glove on her right hand, she is repeating the process; extracting the second glove with her right hand, slipping the left hand into the glove. There it is again, the distinct squeaking noise; from the highly elastic membrane glove stretching, as she is slipping the left hand in, into it.
“There..” she pronounces; “almost there..” she concludes; as she is pulling out a large can of what I am taking for her massage oil. (While this is a special lubricating care-oil intended to help me enter the suit she had prepared for me.)
She is dipping her right and left hands into the highly viscous, crystal clear gel; before she is withdrawing her now slippery and wet hands, from the depth of the gel before her.
“If you don’t mind..” she offers; “I will start to massage your back, in a moment!” she explains.
“Oh, oh!” I just respond, not sure as to how I am to respond to her offer; “Please do!” I finally utter, in the hopes I had given her the correct response.
After a minute, or so; I feel a pair of slippery wet hands, landing on the small of my back. The hands slowly move up the length of my back, eagerly spreading the gel as she goes. My skin eagerly absorbs the gel, while she continues to move her hands further and further up my back; the tips of her thumbs, comfortably resting on the right and left sides of my spine.
“Oh.. Oh.. Aaaah..” I sigh, in delight; as I am enjoying the experience, she is providing.
I am firmly trapped, on the gurney and under her hands; I am incapable to escape, had I even wanted to.
As her hands finally reach my neck, she is lifting her hands up; withdrawing her hands, as she is slipping her hands back to the gel under me.
She once more moves her hands from the edge of my spine; all the way up my back, until she is reaching the back of my head. Only, she is repeating the process a third and final time; leaving the skin of my back saturated and coated generously with the lubricating gel, before she starts to apply the relaxing massage to my back.
In slow, small diminutive circles, she continues from the back of my head; slowly moving down, ever downwards. All the way down my back, along the entire length of my back; only for her to move her hands an inch or two apart, before she is doubling back up towards my head. Like this, she continues back and forth; until she had covered my entire back, leaving each and every muscle completely and utterly relaxed. I can’t move a single muscle of my back, where I lie; relaxed, enjoying myself and the treat she had promised me.
Her hands once more vanishing from my back, only to return to my right arm; covering and coating it with the crystal clear gel, before she is performing her massage once more.
She only stops, as she had finished the arm; as she had started with the shoulder, moving down over my upper arm, my elbow and lower arm, before ending with the back of my hand, my fingers and concluded with the palm of my hand.
She is leaving the arm glistering in the sparse light; while my arm lie limply, as she had imposed the relaxed state onto my right arm.
“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as she is walking around me; only to end up on the left side of my body.
A moment later, I distinctly feel the wet gel on my left arm, as her hands are working their magic, applying the massage to my other arm.
“Oh.. Oh.. Aaaah..” I sigh, in delight; as I am enjoying the experience, she is providing.
Once she had massaged my left arm, she takes a step back; walking to my back, only to place her now wet hands onto my rump.
I distinctly feel her hands sliding down the left leg, as she is spreading the gel along the way: once, twice and thrice, before she is once more applying her massage. Only this time, to my left leg. I feel her hands slide down my thigh, my knee, my calf, my heel and the soul of the foot; before she is finishing with my toes and the top of the foot. While she is working, I can but sigh and moan; in response to her, as I am enjoying the touch she is applying.
As she had completed massaging my left leg; she is repeating the process, extending the massage to my right arm.
Like this, she had applied the relaxed state, to almost the entire body.
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Once she had massaged my back, she had stepped over to my left side; slipping her hands into the gel, before she is placing her hands on my back. I feel the wet sensation spreading out over my back, as her hands are moving up and down my spine; only withdrawing her hands in order to dip her hands in the gel; repeating this process: once, twice and thrice.
“Relax, and press your arms to the sides..” she suggests, and I do my best to comply, as if I could have moved my hands from my body.
Her hands once more enter the gel, only to be withdrawn with a wet, sucking noise as she is lifting up her hands towards me; sliding her hands along the sides of my arms and press my arms gently towards my body.
“Oh.. Oh.. Aaaah..” I sigh, in delight.
Of course, she is repeating the process; pressing my legs together. I can but enjoy the sensations of her hands sliding down the sides of my legs.
“Oh.. Oh.. Aaaah..” I sigh, in delight.
Once she is done; she is turning me over ever so gently; leaving me on my back, before she is returning to conclude the massage she had promised me.
I feel her hands over my face, as she is spreading the gel; before she starts to massage my face, gently.
Her hands then move down my throat and down onto my chest; covering and coating me with more and more of the gel, in the process.
She is taking a step back; moving down, before she starts to apply the gel from the couch and up my chest. Much the same way, she had applied the gel to my back; before she is applying the massage, the same way she had back then.
With my eyes closed, relaxed; I enjoy the calm the relaxation is imposing upon me and my body.
After a moment; I can clearly feel her hands, on my face once more. She is spreading the gel over my face; applying the gel with the tips of her fingers, in order to slip the gel over the skin and into my mouth and ears.
I feel the tips of her fingers, playing over my relaxed lips; teasing my skin, with the gentlest of touches.
I no longer hear the noises of her hard hooves hitting the floor as she walks. She had walked down, to stand before my lower body; applying the gel onto my mound. Caressing the mound, the lips and sliding her fingers inside in her effort to apply the lubricating gel where she feels it needs to go.
Soft caresses makes me feel wet, and I feel my face flush and go red.
“What is she doing?” I ponder; “but, why does it feel so good, I don’t want her to stop!” I conclude.
There is just the one step left and I soon feel her hands slipping in between my thighs.
A moment later; I feel her fingers slipping and sliding around the orifice.
Wet fingers slip in, enter; completing the process, by permitting the gel in inside my final orifice. I can do nothing, to stop her; had I wanted to, but right now I can’t find a reason to. I am enjoying myself far too much. She had trapped me in the bliss of the relaxation her massage is offering me.
I just. I just. Want more. I can’t let her stop. I can’t permit her to slow down.
“I will be back, in a moment..” she explains; “I just have a few options to prepare, before I can continue!” she concludes.
I remain quiet. I remain still. I remain relaxed. How could I not?
My eyes remain closed, and relaxed.
My mouth remains closed, and relaxed. (could I even open my mouth?)
Iam wet. I am wet. I am wet.
Yes.. I. Am. Wet.
“Yes, yes, yes..” I ponder, relishing in the sensations she had offered me; “I am wet.. still.. and forever!” I conclude.
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Entry
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