"Releasing pressure"

You decide to try the "Releasing pressure", although you can't really fathom why it's called like that, but apparently it must be some kind of massage to relieve stress.

You are led into a room with a massage bench, are requested to undress and to lie on your back. You do notice some strange belts and buckles on the bench, but they seem of no importance for your upcoming treatment. A young masseuse steps in, smiles at you warmly, her body exuding the fragrant smell of flower perfume. With a confident routine and a charming facial expression, she starts buckling you up in the restraints of the massage bench. You are so perplexed that you don't even react, and when you finally voice your irritation and a slight concern, it's too late already - you are tightly restrained. Legs, ankles, wrists, even your torso is buckled to the bench.

"Oh, don't worry and just relax, Madam!" the masseuse silences your tentative protest." This is an important part of your special treatment. You are still feeling a bit weird and also slightly helpless and exposed, but you shrug it away.

A blindfold is placed on your head and everything plunges into black. Then, a few moments later, you hear a quite distinct and strong buzz, and before you can even comment, the big head of a vibrator is pressed against your nether lips. You yelp in surprise. "No!" you exclaim, and feel a soft hand on your shoulder.

"Relax, madam!" the masseuse says in a honeyed voice. "Just relax and let it happen. This will relase all the pressure from your body."

That is most certainly true, but it also was definitely not what you had in mind when you came here to the spa. You struggle against your bonds, but they grip you tightly and snugly. The vibrator head intensifies its power, and it doesn't take long until you start moaning and your struggles become weaker and weaker. The masseuses' flowery perfume seems even more intense and intoxicating. Soothing. Numbing your thoughts. While the vibrator feels incredibly strong and stimulating. Your moans get louder, you hear yourself shouting things, but they are not protests anymore, rather encouraging and lews words - or maybe they don't make any sense at all.

Then a strong orgasm grips your whole body. You scream. And scream. And scream. Until the wave has passed and you lie there, panting and sweating, your blinded eyes staring at swirls and stars and colourful explosions.

But the vibrator doesn't stop.

You struggle again your bonds once more. "You... you can stop now," you tell the masseuse, your voice sounding hoarse and shaky. "No, no, just relax, Madam," she replies. "We are not finished yet. We need to relieve all the stress..."

You panic for a moment, and then the intense pleasure is overtaking all that once more, plunging you again into a strange maelstrom of bliss, lust, combined with exhaustion and the body pain of just having orgasmed. You buckle against your restraints, as you cum a second time, this time even stronger than before. Your mind seems to float and you are not sure if you just lost a few braincells as you are swimming in a deep and colourful ocean of pleasure. Your tongue is dry. And the torment still doesn't stop...

After your third orgasm, you have lost any sense of time and you're not sure if you can control a single muscle in your body. You might have squirted in the end. As the blindfold comes off, you just stare apathetic into the air. What you have just experienced has been beyond words...

The masseuse helps you rising from the bench and getting dressed. You walk back to your villa, your mind still reeling and your breath still panting. Your knees feel wobbly. "Please come back tomorrow." The words still echo in your head. You are not sure if you are dreading the idea - or lusting for it.