Sydney Masseur's story time - Control Freak Boyfriend

One Monday night, after dinner, I checked my phone to see a message from a potential client, F, on Instagram. "Hey, can I know more about your massage process?" she asked. Her profile was private, with just a plain black circle for a picture, so I calmly accepted her message and pasted my pre-written welcome response. F seemed happy with it, but wanted more information before booking. "No worries!" I replied, and we started a casual chat.

Turns out, F was a college senior majoring in translation, hence the smooth English. We exchanged some basic info, and I, like always, inquired about her specific areas of tension, like shoulders, lower back, or calves, so I could focus on those during her massage. We chatted casually for a bit and set up an appointment for the following Thursday night.

On Thursday, after dinner, I headed to the lobby of the designated hotel. "Running a bit late, sorry! Should be there in 15," F messaged. "No problem, I'm in a grey tee at the lobby," I replied, unsurprised by the slight delay – girls gotta girl, ya know? So, I scrolled through my phone for a while until a gentle tap on my shoulder broke my focus. It was F, shorter than I expected, with fair skin and a cute sundress. She had a bit of a curvy build, and her big eyes really sparkled. "Sorry, had a bit of a chaotic exit," she apologized, slightly out of breath. "No sweat, I just arrived," I smiled, and we walked to the front desk and checked in together.

Upon entering the room, I suggested that F take a shower while I prepared everything. My first task was to set a cozy ambiance by dimming the lights. I arranged the blankets and got the massage oil ready. If the hotel had a table speaker, I'd queue up some relaxing tunes. As F emerged from the bathroom after a refreshing shower, she remarked, "Wow, you've really made the room so inviting. I might just fall asleep!"

During a typical massage, I usually take the initiative to engage in conversation to keep things lively. We talked about recent adventures, like F's trip to Fiji, and delved into the details of her personal life. “Honestly, I've been with my boyfriend for three years, but this past year has been quite challenging," she shared. As I massaged her shoulders, I offered understanding nods and encouraged her to share more. "Recently, he's been extremely busy and under immense pressure, so he's been taking it out on me. He picks on me for trivial things, constantly criticizes me, and even checks on me frequently. If our friends make plans for dinner, he'll get upset if he sees a group photo and question why I'm standing close to a guy, insisting that I should maintain distance.” “It's tough, but I believe as guys mature, they'll understand that if someone truly likes you, there's no need for such strict control. If someone doesn't like you, no matter what you do, they'll eventually leave. It's just the way it is.” As I comforted F, I gradually shifted the focus of the massage to her waist and butt.

"Lately, my unhappiness has turned into some depression symptoms—trouble sleeping, a constant lack of motivation, and, at times, thoughts of self-harm," F continued. "Hmm, that sounds heavy. Have you considered seeing a doctor or taking any meds?" I inquired. F confirmed that she'd been following a doctor's prescription to improve sleep and ease anxiety.

F opened up more about the challenges in her relationship. "I've thought about whether to continue or call it quits, but thinking about the good times we had keeps holding me back," she confessed. I reassured her, drawing parallels between relationships and cotton candy—complex and intertwined, not easily snipped or unraveled.

"Actually, I left home late earlier because I had a quarrel with my boyfriend, and I was feeling really down. Luckily, I made plans to meet you tonight." As the massage progressed, I transitioned to working on F's thighs and calves, occasionally coming close to sensitive areas. She nodded, signaling her understanding. Eventually, F surrendered to the massage, her body easing into a more relaxed state. Using tantric massage techniques, I gradually increased the intensity in her nether regions, and before long, F experienced a climax.

Late into the night, after returning home, I crashed into a deep sleep. The next day at the office, just as I was gearing up for a new workday, a message from F popped up. "Morning! Thanks a ton for last night's chat and massage. I feel so much lighter now. Can we keep the convo going, mr Masseur?" "Absolutely!" I replied, with sunlight streaming in, reminding me of the promise of a brand-new day.

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