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Therapeutic Massage Parlors - Placebos or Treatments?
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Therapeutic Massage Parlors - Placebos or Treatments? The best thing that has happened in India is the mushrooming of "Spa" s in every almost every nook and corner of cities, particularly Urban centers like Delhi/ Hyderabad/ Mumbai, BANG-A-LURU , etc. Tier 2 and 3 towns have also had a good market for such places. Someone may say there is nothing remarkable about this and those who say so belong to 2 categories. 1. Those who feel there is nothing remarkable about having a sauna and steam and other treatment facility 2. Those who feel there is nothing remarkable about these facilities being used as sex centers. To both members of this audience, (innocent and experienced) I say, that what I found remarkable was the moment you discover that the Spa s are actually sex centers and I was so thrilled when I discovered this the first time , that it took me back in time when I lost my virginity. This was about 4 years ago, when I was going for physiotherapy in a hospital for sharp pain and partial paralysis in my left arm. I was given the regular tens machine treatment, the hot towel treatment and some exercises under supervision. One day I told the physio lady that I felt like someone should massage my left arm and collar bone for pain relief. " Our Hospital is providing you comprehensive physio therapy treatment to correctly address the needs of your condition within the parameters of your Doctor's prognosis, your CT scan reports and your medical history." the bitch answered robotically. I shrugged it off , as she started applying the stinky lubricant gel behind my neck to attach the electrodes. It was like I was a fucking lab rat and a burden on her, notwithstanding the huge amount I was paying for this shit. On my way back home I saw several billboards/ hoardings/ signboards of spas. There were Ayurvedic Spas, Oasis Spas, Thai Spas. I saw some people coming out of those spas. This prompted me to enter one . The ambiance was not bad. Low lighting, soothing music, incense sticks and a beauty at the reception. She gave me a catalogue of Foot Massage, Head Massage , Stone therapy etc. I took up a Head and arms massage and was taken to one of the cabins with the massage table in the center. It has a shower and sauna cabin in it too. After overcoming the little embarrassment of having to strip, and wear some tiny underwear stuff, I fairly enjoyed the session. It wasn't bad. The massage was ok, the chick was good, the bath was good and every fucking body behaved as if I was some VIP. I felt invigorated and my neck and arm pain was almost gone for a few hours that day. Needless to say I substituted my Physio therapy, with these massage sessions, (Fuck the Doctor and Physio) . Around the 4th or 5th session, I was asked to go to the cabin on the 1st Floor, I had opted for "Swedish Massage" . The girl was petite and very pretty and her fingers were working their magic on me. However, I was really uncomfortable that day. I had a hard on \8 and I knew that she knew. It was so obvious. I was sweating and reciting hymns in my mind, hoping to distract my cock , but ever so often her fingers would briefly slide across my cock and raise it back to attention again. After several occasions of limpness and hardness of my cock, the massage finally got over and I felt drained for having put in so much self control. But I couldn't get the excitement out of my mind and kept on going there never knowing what to do or say , since I was so reluctant to speak my mind to a lady almost 1/3rd my age. What if she would freak out and scream. I would be embarrassed in front of the other visitors to the Spa. Then on the 8th Visit, this voluptuous lady started the massage. By now , my cock would be hard just at the thought of her touch and was struggling to come out of the thin transparent underwear the Spa was providing. As she started massaging my feet and legs and thighs, she asked me if her massage was ok. Something ticked inside me and I found my voice and I told her that if she did a good job of her massage, I would give her a gift. "For that you will have to remove your underwear, May I ?" she said . She didn't wait for my response and stripped me bare naked. She continued giving me the massage as normal, but after completing it she took the oil and raised it high above me cock. She then let the oil drip slowly onto the tip of my cock with one hand and spread the oil all over my cock with the other. I thought I was dreaming . She then asked me if I wanted "Extra Services" . She clarified "Rs. xxx for a hand job and Rs. xyz for touch cooperate. Touch cooperate is when you can feel me while I give you the handjob." I agreed for both and as I melted into her soft hands and felt her perky boobs, I was in heaven. I was actually thankful for my illness which had led me to this place. I was thankful to that insensitive bitch of a physio which forced me to look for alternatives. Thereafter over the years, the Spas have evolved. They now offer Handjobs, blowjobs, Sex, anything you want. But that first massage was special for me. Oh and after 6 months, my physio was both surprised at my progress and disappointed at my reduced visits. My Orthopedic and Neurosurgeons lost interest in my case since I was no longer a potential candidate for spinal surgery. So now they just gives me a customary smile (silently asking me to Fuck Off) after seeing the improvement in my scans. |
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