As she handed my the robe, (a wrap around towel with velcro that fastens above the BOOBs)...By now, my nips turned from stiff nubs to bullets. (exhibitionist?) Sometimes I think Tasha's just like that gynecologist, but it just 'ain't' so.

By this time, she figured out I was playing some kind of game. Tasha motioned for me to lay down on the toweled, padded treatment table. There is a big spotlight above my head that Tasha uses to examine the face, real close up. I couldn't gauge her face, but I FELT she was smirking at my playful game. Actually is was YOUR playful game, Sir, that put me in this uncomfortable position!

She(?) got me to such a relaxed state that I easily reached that 'place' where there are no holds barred, a place I couldn't get to on the gynecologist's table. As I floated above my body, hands touched my face and blew little kisses on my neck. I giggled and tried to squirm away. If I squirmed, however, I'd fall off the table, so there was a CONstraint. Back to my 'place'...

Cuffs restrained my arms to the sides of the table, ankles too. The heat level rose. I couldn't scream in pleasure or agony so self control was a must.

A warm wet tongue caressed my aerole, stopped a little to suck it very hard, a tongue caress again, then a sharp bite, tongue again...

Oh my God...I have to take a break from this...(I really did take a break, two hours...OMG...Sir, what did you dooo to me?)

Back now...whew...

Let's see, warm, hands worked their way gently over my torso, the calluses caused a not too unpleasant sensation to my already sensitive body. The finger made circles around my belly button, the lips visited my nipples again and pulled gently on the rings. The hand meandered down to my smooth, but itchy pussy. Pussy humped toward the hand but couldn't reach it. Damn! The hand moved to the place where I wanted it. Yes...yes...oh yeah...and gently pulled ONE labia. The other one...it's over there, come back...you missed it! My hips circled, searching for the hand.. C'mooonn! I screamed inside my head. Don't be stingy.

Tasha noticed the squirming.

"Niki...Can I get you a pillow for your legs"

That question pulled me right back to the present with a jolt. I almost bolted from the table. My pussy was drenched as if I ran a few miles. Thank God there was a towel and not a pillow under my legs. There was no way I could have gone back to that 'place.'

So, I fought back frustration and engaged her in small talk, lively enough to give the impression that I was just having a passing 'cramp.'

As I left, my face glowed for three reasons, a) Tasha did a great job, and b) the frustration jacked up my blood pressure and I had to take care of it, and 3) I was sooo high from stepping waaaay outside the box on this one.


What a wild ride that was, Sir!

Nikita