Rub n’ Tug.

Mistress T nude back.

This pic has nothing to do with today, but it’s pretty, eh?

If you’re not familiar with the term rub n’ tug it usually means a massage & hand job. In Vancouver (& probably in most places) men can go to ‘massage parlors’ where they typically get a (often mediocre) massage from a woman who then jerks them off. I’ve been fascinated with this concept since I first learned about it years ago…in that I wanted to get a massage & handy myself…but it’s harder to find men who offer this service for women.

Years ago I managed to find two different professional men who I paid for this service, on separate occasions. Paying was part of the thrill for me. No oral, no intercourse, no reciprocation. Just me receiving pleasure with them only using their hands.

Recently I stumbled across an ad for this service but it was free. Obviously I would be dealing with some pervy guy who got his jollies from rubbing down naked woman. No harm in that I figured as long as I got a decent massage and an orgasm. I liked the naughtiness of the whole adventure. I found it exciting.

I set it up & rang the bell at the door of a pretty house in a nice neighborhood. A conservative woman answered the door & I had a moment of panic thinking I was at the wrong place but my pervy masseuse was just behind her. Turned out he uses her place for these rendezvous & she probably wanted to give me the once over to ensure I wasn’t some crack head who would robe her.

The room was nice. A proper hippie style massage room with a real massage table & relaxing music playing. Spotlessly clean.

My masseuse was a nervously grinning Japanese man maybe in his 40’s. We chatted awkwardly for a minute. I reconfirmed the boundaries: Only touch me with your hands, a massage & a release for me, no sex, no rubbing his penis against me, no jerking himself off. He was agreeable so I stripped off & laid on the table as he watched, probably feeling like he’d won the lottery.

Mistress T hald naked.

Another pic that doesn’t really have anything to do with today…but whatever.

The massage was good. He had some training & he wanted to please. He used a lot of Holly oil & spared none in my private areas. He obviously enjoyed the look of a shiny ass & pussy. Who doesn’t?

I flipped & he did my front. If my breasts were tense when he started they sure as fuck weren’t by the time he rubbed them…& massaged them…& rubbed them some more. He commented: “I bet hundreds of men would love to massage you!” I laughed & said: “Yup. You’re very lucky.” I thought of all my darling wankers out there who would give their left nut to rub down my oiled body for a couple hours.

I’ll pause here for anyone who is squirming in discomfort. A little something you may not know about me is that I find perverts endearing. I feel a bit like a dirty old man trapped in a pretty girls body. That’s a big reason why I am so good at what I do. I kind of think like a lot of you wankers. So having a horny guy drooling over my body while rubbing me down is no problemo for me. Have at er’.

Moving along…he teased me about keeping me on edge for a long time. I let that one go. As his hands were working their magic on my ridiculously lubed up pussy & my mind was going to all sorts of seedy places…he teased that he was going to stop just before I came. I advised him to not do that. (I’m not into ruined fucking orgasms, I don’t know how you boys do it.) He asked if I would beat him up if he stopped & I just said that I would leave. He didn’t want that so he continued on as I prepared to punch him in the face if he stopped just as I started to orgasm.

He was a good boy & got me off then continued on with the massage until I felt like I’d had enough. As I was leaving he told me I was the most interesting woman he had massaged. He asked me to come back again & I probably will. No muss, no fuss. No strings, no drama, no bullshit. Pervy & hot for me.

Best,
Mistress T

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More fun in San Francisco…

I kept in touch with the male Dom who I met at The Power Exchange…he who flogged me first. He invited me to come back and I can resist anything except temptation.

On one trip I brought my boyfriend at the time. This turned out to be a poor choice but a worthwhile learning experience, but I’ll get to that. First I’ll tell you about meeting the famous “Midori” ( www.planetmidori.com ) Among other things, she’s known for being the author of “The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage”. She was doing a rope bondage stage performance at a big fetish bash and I had the opportunity to help out behind the scenes body painting some of her victims/models. I got to meet her and received a signed copy of her recent CD of erotic stories. She was lovely and it was a thrill meeting someone so well known in the fetish community.

During this event I also had an opportunity to ‘bottom’ under some very talented Doms. I loved being strung up in front of a crowd. I was spanked, flogged and experimented on (electro-play, etc.). To be honest, I didn’t care for the acts (other than flogging) as much as I loved being watched.

I had been having my fun, checking in with my boyfriend from time-to-time. It was a big party, he was wandering off and coming back and I thought he was having a good time. I was deep in ‘sub space’ being flogged in front of a large crowd when I caught his eye and noticed something was off. I went up to him and asked. Things were NOT okay. He had just had enough of watching me ‘getting beaten’. He looked disgusted. People were watching us talk, they could read the situation. I was humiliated and ashamed. I felt like a freak for enjoying myself. I felt selfish for not realizing he wasn’t having fun. I was emotionally vulnerable after hours of ‘play and excitement’. It was like being dropped from a 10 story building. I just broke down.

That was about 10 years ago and I was not then who I am today. Now, at 35 I would likely not get myself into such a situation and if I did, I would react differently. Then, however, it was crushing. I cried in the cab all the way back to the hotel and cried all night. He did not try to comfort me. I felt like a disgusting human being for being into kinky stuff.

Obviously, we didn’t stay together, but that doesn’t even matter. The important lesson I learned was about emotion and the vulnerability of¬† ‘sub space’. It helped me later on to be a good Domme.

My journey in learning to accept my kinky side has not been a straight path. I had my set backs and uphill battles. Maybe you, my reader, have similar stories? I invite you to comment here if you like. I know I’m not alone in my love of kink anymore…you are not alone either *smile*.

MistressT Fetish Goddess

Vulnerable

 

BDSM beginnings…

While I was working as a receptionist at that big company in my early 20’s a coworker introduced me to an interesting website. I think it was called “Bianca’s Woods” or something like that. It was a place where people could write sexy stories and post them for others to read.

Most of the stories were the usual sort of thing but one story really caught my attention. It was a long story written from a woman’s perspective. She needed work and took a job as a maid/servant in a fancy mansion. She sensed something was unusual there but couldn’t place it. When she finally met the owner of the house and her real boss she was so nervous she spilled his drink. He took her over his knee and spanked her. What followed was a slippery slope of events that climaxed in a very intense scene…she was prepared, presented, strung up, stimulated, and fucked by a group of people. The interesting part was that it was all written from HER perspective, and it was very consensual. The reader could ride the emotional roller coaster with her, her shame, her wrestling with this side of herself, her giving into it, etc. There were various elements of BDSM, electro stimulation, pain & pleasure and in the end, even a dog!

The same author wrote other stories, all from the woman’s perspective. Her struggle with giving herself, submitting.

I found this theme very exciting. Submission. Control. Domination. Pain & pleasure. I wanted to explore but I didn’t know how…but just like most, I found my way, didn’t I? *grin*

A couple years later I was in San Fransisco with a platonic male friend. I asked the concierge at our hotel to recommend a place that would blow my mind. All I wanted was an address, no other info. We ended up at ‘The Power Exchange”. If you’re familiar with this place now, understand that it was very different 12 or 13 years ago when I first went. I’ll describe it:

The Power Exchange was a live sex/BDSM kink club. The first room we walked into, hearing loud music coming from somewhere beyond, was a medieval themed room with a big wooden table & fireplace…and a huge viking looking man flogging a women tied to a cross…her male partner on the other side of the cross kissing her and stimulating her front. It was a powerful introduction and I watched in awe for the first time, someone being flogged and whipped. Each time she was struck her body moved so beautifully.

We continued on and each room we entered offered more to overload my senses. Cages, peep holes, a room full of TV’s playing porn movies, people masturbating, people fucking, people watching, people being Dominated…a women lying on a bed with about a dozen men fondling her…eventually we came across a scene that many others were watching. A beautiful woman was tied to a cross being punished by a somewhat mean looking man dressed all in leather. She was instructed to explain to the crowd why she was being punished: she had burnt his toast that morning. A rumble of laughter went through the crowd and I smiled too. That’s when he looked directly at me and asked if I wanted to come into the scene.

I didn’t even turn to look at my poor, freaked out friend, I just slide under the chain and into their space. They both quickly explained that this was all consensual, explained safe words, etc. He handed me a vibrator and instructed me to touch it to the cloths pegs that were attached all over her nipples, breasts and pussy. I loved the way she reacted. She was very animated & vocal. She kept looking me in the eye and smiling between screams of pain. He then put a rubber glove on my hand, lubed me up and instructed me to fist her. I did and it was like having the whole world in my hand. By now the crowd had grown to dozens, all watching the naive newbie play in public for the first time. I must have been quite the sight.

I realize at this point I have your full attention but I also understand that attention spans are short these days so I will leave it there for now and continue later. There is more, oh-so-much more *grin*.

MistressT Femdom Fetish Goddess in red & black

Decending into the depths of depraivity