The truth

Leonie remained seated, completely calm, her hand still resting lightly on Anna’s bare forearm. She looked deep into the older woman’s eyes; her gaze was warm, understanding – and just a little bit knowing.

“Mrs Berger… do you want to hear the truth?”

Anna swallowed hard. Her heart was racing. The towel had slipped; the upper part of her heavy, full breasts was exposed, her nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric. Between her thighs, it was still throbbing tellingly. She nodded slowly.

“Yes… please.”

Leonie took a deep breath, as if gathering her thoughts, then spoke softly and calmly:

“You see, a hundred years ago, women used to be treated for hysteria. The approach was for a doctor to induce an orgasm in them. We’ve adopted this concept. We’re a perfectly normal spa… but there’s a VIP area where we also treat ‘hysteria’. Mostly women who haven’t had sex for a long time and simply want relief and deep relaxation. Normally, we try to keep this strictly separate from our regular appointments. But apparently, we’ve failed to do so on two occasions. I’m truly sorry.”

She lowered her gaze, looking genuinely contrite. Her fingers stroked Anna’s arm very gently, almost comfortingly.

“I can understand if you don’t want to come back.”

The words hung heavily in the subdued light of the relaxation room. Anna sat there, the towel now only loosely draped around her voluptuous body. Her cheeks were flushed bright red. The thick, dark bush beneath the towel had grown wet again – she could clearly feel her labia swelling and a warm drop running down her thighs. The thought that there were women here who were just like her… that there was a separate area where one could simply… find release… without shame, without obligation…

She pressed her thighs together, but that only made it worse. Her large breasts rose and fell faster. The scent of her own arousal hung thickly in the air once more.

Anna opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her voice was hoarse when she finally whispered:

“Hysteria… treated? With… orgasms?”

She stared at Leonie, her eyes wide, her full lips slightly parted. Thoughts raced through her head – shame, curiosity, a deep, long-suppressed longing. Her plump arse shifted restlessly back and forth on the couch.

Leonie nodded slowly, her smile becoming very gentle.

“Exactly like that. Discreet. Professional. Only for women who really need it.” Anna drew a sharp breath. Her body had long since given her away – the hard nipples, the flushed skin, the damp patch slowly spreading beneath the towel between her legs. She didn’t know what to say. But she also didn’t know if she could just leave now.

“How exactly does the hysteria treatment work?” she repeated quietly, almost conspiratorially. “I’ll explain it to you quite openly, Mrs Berger. No beating about the bush.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and began in a calm but increasingly sensual voice:

“First, there’s always a thorough, very intimate full-body massage – with warm oil specially formulated for mature skin. We massage every inch. Your shoulders, your back, your plump arse… all the way down to your thighs. Then we turn you onto your back. Your breasts get special attention: we really knead them, suck on your nipples, twist them until they’re rock-hard and you’re already trembling with pleasure. Many women come just from that the very first time.”

Leonie paused briefly. Her gaze wandered quite openly over Anna’s body, which lay beneath the thin towel. She saw how Anna’s heavy breasts rose and fell faster, how the nipples pressed clearly against the fabric.

“Then we go deeper. We spread your legs wide. The therapist – male or female – begins with a thorough pussy massage. We stroke your thick bush, part your labia, circle your clitoris until it’s thick and swollen. Then come the fingers. First two, then three, deep into your wet, ripe pussy. We find the G-spot and massage it so long and hard until you squirt. Some women also need the tongue – right on the clit, whilst the fingers fuck you. And if you really need it, there are toys too: thick rubber cocks that really fill you up, vibrators on your clit, everything that makes you scream.”

Anna was breathing heavily by now. Her face was bright red, her thighs clenching unconsciously. Under the towel, she could feel her cunt literally dripping – a warm, thick drop was already running down her thigh and soaking through the thin fabric.

Leonie continued, her voice now deeper, almost hoarse:

“The goal isn’t just one orgasm. The goal is several. We won’t stop until your whole body is twitching, until your pussy is pulsing and you can no longer think clearly from sheer relief. Afterwards, there’s a recovery phase with gentle caresses until you’re completely relaxed and drained. The whole session lasts one and a half to two hours. Just you, the therapist and absolute discretion.”

Leonie placed her hand gently on Anna’s knee and pressed lightly.

“Many women your age find true peace again for the first time in years afterwards. No shame. No guilt. Just pure, deep satisfaction.”

She looked Anna straight in the eyes, her voice growing very soft:

“Would you like… to try a treatment like this, Mrs Berger? Just a trial session. Free of charge. As a further gesture of goodwill. No one will ever find out.”

Anna sat there, the towel slipping, her heavy breasts half-exposed, the thick bush between her legs soaking wet. Her mouth was slightly open, her full lips trembling.

She was on the verge of saying yes.