NTR Massage Parlour: A Wellness Technique Guide

Mia's pulse raced so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts. 'What is wrong with me? It's like I'm losing my mind…'

When Yohan stepped closer, she instinctively leaned back until the cool wood of the door pressed against her spine. The solid weight behind her made her realize how trapped she was — his presence filling the space, his eyes drinking her in without shame.

"If you hated this," he murmured, his voice low and calm, "you would've hidden yourself. But you didn't. You opened the door like this… naked." His gaze traveled over her, deliberate and slow. "That tells me you like it."

Her heart lurched. "N-no, I don't…" she whispered, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Yohan tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. He leaned just close enough for his breath to brush her cheek. "Then why are you blushing so hard? Why are your legs pressed together?"

Her lips parted in shock. Only then did she notice how tightly her thighs had squeezed against each other, her lustful juice dripping and the secret ache between them pulsing harder. Her face burned as she turned away. "D-Don't say that…"

"But it's the truth." His tone was maddeningly calm, like he was savoring every second of her unraveling. "And deep down, you know it."

Her nails dug into the edge of the door, shame and desire tangling inside her chest. 'He can see everything. Every reaction. I can't hide it… but how can I admit it?'

When she finally looked back at him, her voice cracked as she spoke. "M-Maybe… maybe a little."

Yohan's eyes gleamed, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. He didn't press further — not yet. Instead, he let the silence stretch, her confession heavy in the air.

Her back stayed pinned against the door, her body trembling as the truth settled inside her. 'I really said it… I admitted it. What's happening to me?'

"Now that we've gotten that out of the way," Yohan said, his voice steady and sure, "we can truly begin."

He set the bag he carried on the small table near the door. Mia's eyes followed as he unzipped it, her breath catching when she saw what was inside.

He drew out a black silk blindfold first, letting the fabric slide through his fingers as though showing her how soft it was. Then came a pair of leather cuffs, the faint clink of metal buckles making her chest tighten. Next, he laid a slim riding crop beside them, its polished handle glinting under the light. Finally, he placed a small vibrator, sleek and quiet, its size far less intimidating than the thoughts racing through her mind.

"I made a quick stop to get a few things before coming," he said then chuckled, "I found a shop that sells items like these,"

Mia's throat went dry. 'What… What is all this? He really expects me to let him use them? On me?' Her body betrayed her again, heat blooming low in her belly as her eyes darted nervously between the objects.

Yohan noticed. His smile was faint but full of intent. "Don't look so frightened. These aren't here to hurt you. They're here to show you how much more you can feel."

Her legs trembled, but she didn't step away. 'Why am I so scared and… and excited at the same time? It's like I can't breathe.'

Yohan picked up the blindfold, the soft fabric spilling over his hand like water. He held it up between them. "This one is simple," he said, his tone calm, reassuring. "No pain. Just trust. When you can't see, every touch feels sharper... and deeper."

Mia's lips parted, her breath catching. 'He wants me to wear that? To let him take away my sight?' The thought made her chest flutter with panic, but also with something far more dangerous — anticipation.

Yohan stepped closer, his free hand brushing her damp hair back from her face. "You don't have to be afraid," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. "If you want me to stop, I stop. Understand?"

She swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "Y-yes…"

"Good girl," he murmured, the praise sinking into her like fire.

He lifted the blindfold slowly, giving her every chance to resist. But Mia didn't move. Her back stayed pressed to the door, her body trembling as she let him slip the silk over her eyes. Darkness wrapped around her, warm and consuming.

Her breath grew shallow. Every sound sharpened — the faint hum of the house, the rustle of his clothes as he moved, the quickened beat of her own heart.

'Oh God… it's so dark. I can't see him. Why does it make me feel even more exposed… and more turned on?'

Then she felt it — the faintest brush of his fingertips across her bare shoulder. The touch was so light it almost tickled, yet her entire body shivered, heat rushing straight between her thighs.

"You feel that?" Yohan whispered against her ear. "This is only the beginning."

Mia's lips parted as a soft gasp escaped her. Every brush of his fingers felt magnified in the darkness. The simple glide across her shoulder sent shivers racing down her spine, making her toes curl against the floor.

Yohan traced the line of her collarbone, then withdrew his hand entirely. The sudden loss made her whimper before she could stop herself.

"Already missing my touch?" he teased, his voice warm and amused.

Her cheeks burned. "N-no… I—" But the weak protest melted as soon as his hand returned, this time grazing the side of her waist, slow enough that she nearly squirmed from the heat curling in her stomach.

'I can't believe this… it feels so much stronger when I can't see. It's driving me crazy…'

Yohan's breath brushed her ear as he spoke again. "Your body can't lie to me when you can't see what comes next."

Before she could answer, she heard a faint metallic clink. The sound made her heart skip. He was picking something else up from the table.

The cuffs.

Mia's breath trembled. The blindfold had already stolen her sight, and now the thought of losing the use of her hands made her pulse quicken with both fear and… craving.

'Why does it make me feel so weak… yet so desperate for more?'