massaging Madam is one of my favorite kinds of service. it’s not just about easing her muscles, it’s about bringing her peace. her body does so much, and i get to be the one who helps it rest. that feels huge to me.

sometimes it’s practical. she’s had a long day in heels or a heavy travel schedule, and her shoulders are tight. i warm the oil in my hands, kneel behind her, and begin slowly, gently. i focus on each knot, each little spot where she holds tension. i don’t rush. i listen to her breathing, her little shifts, and let that guide me. i love how her body talks to me through those tiny cues.

sometimes she lets me work in silence. sometimes she talks, and i just listen, my hands never stopping. and other times, she reads while i kneel behind her, devoted and quiet, pouring all my focus into her comfort.

there are also nights when it’s just about pleasure. soft music, candles, and i take my time with every inch of her. her neck, her back, her calves. i cradle her feet, rubbing one in both hands, kissing the top, then rubbing again. her thighs take longer, i use long, slow strokes and feel her melt under my hands. when she moans softly, i get the shivers. i know i’m doing well. i know she feels cared for.

i love that i know her body. i know where she gets stiff. i know which oil she prefers depending on her mood. i know the pressure points that make her eyes flutter closed. it’s not just touch. it’s study. it’s love. it’s devotion.

sometimes i finish by resting my head on her lap, hands still slick with oil, and just breathe with her. and if she strokes my hair, i feel like the luckiest little duck in the world.

giving Madam massages is one of those private, precious services that fills me up. i don’t need anything in return. making her feel good is the reward. and when she stands afterward, more relaxed and radiant, i know my hands did that. and that’s everything.

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