Re: In praise of Emily

James has just left my place. We chatted over coffee first, and I asked how things were. Understandably he is frustrated and entirely focused on Emily. It is startling how she has changed, the way she commands their place. Its not just the sex thing, its the every day things. She is very assertive about what he wears to work now and he dresses to please her. I don’t know a lot about his work, but he tells me that he has an arrogant bastard of a boss. It seems that James is bossed about home and away. He must be getting used to this. How does he feel about tonight? Well, he will get through it. He imagines that Emily is going to be fucked hard and wonders whether I will gift her to Ben as well? That raises a hackle or two on the back of my neck and this surprises me. Other conquests I might share, but Emily is different. I lie though, to pull James string. I say it is part of the lifestyle and that sometimes a bull does direct his bitch to please another guy. It works a certain sort of tortuous magic inside the cuck brain.

I ask about the senses thing- now that he is utterly infatuated with his mistress’s developing personae, is this just about looks and attitude? He isn’t sure what I mean and so I ask direct. Do you like the way she smells and tastes now? You can see this question go home. Its a cruise missile impact and he blushes quickly. ‘Don’t squirm man, spell it out!’ He is very uncomfortable. ‘I miss licking her, smelling her, she is a goddess.’ There, thought so. Scent, taste, these are part of the mix too. What, there is just about a week to go and then Emily will have him back on oral duties. It will be such a treat. ‘All you gotta do man is be as sweet as pie till then.’ The warning sinks in and I watch him nod.

‘I called you over to learn something’I say, and watch his face blanche. What on earth can this be? You can see the nerves of the man, his face is intense. Perhaps he thinks I am going to post him or something. Dread is written in the beads of sweat that start to appear on his brow! It is amusing.

‘I need you to learn to do a good massage, and I want you to do that for the girls this evening, before we go out.’

Horror, there is horror on his face. I’ve got it right this time.

‘Not Margaret…please’

‘Shut the fuck up and listen!’ …..’You will offer a massage to both ladies, but for the delectable Margaret this will be limited to legs, back, shoulders, arms and face, she will wear panties, there is absolutely…I repeat, absolutely no sexual connotations to this. With Emily it will be full on and with the scented oils. You do everything but keep her lovely pussy as nature intended, smelling in the way that you and I like.’

He isn’t sure that he knows how to do this. Massages have connotations of seedy sex parlours for him. That wasn’t what I planned to trigger in his febrile brain, but I aren’t disappointed. Massage will have an even hotter connotations now for the guy.

I toss him a bottle of oil, tell him to warm it in a basin of hot water and then hand him a towel.
‘You’re going to practice my friend.’

Candidly, as James started his work, beginning with my shoulders, he is crap. He is scared to touch me, scared to feel the musculature. I tell him how folk develop knots between their shoulders and up into the base of their neck. Its worse if someone has had a whiplash injury. The massage has to be firm enough to feel for the likes of that, to move the muscle a bit. He isn’t to pussy foot around with this, ‘work my back man.’ The instructions help. When he presses a bit more, when he feels a bit more through his fingers, you can sense how he could please a girl. I’m going to stick with this.

‘You have no knots there’
‘Good…I want you to tell me what you feel, what you note. I want you to be very professional about it, but don’t forget your manners. With Emily you add ‘M’am’ in at regular intervals.

Is James warming to this? I hope so. Its a new way of showing his devotion to my very sexy lady. But it is humiliating too-especially with me. I instruct him to work my lower back and buttocks. He knows what these do- they drive cock somewhere very important. His hands move down my legs and he is working to better effect now.

‘Sometimes I will have you do this for both of us, Em and I’ I burr, listening to him as he moves around the bed. ‘When I do, I want you to show her how you massage cock so that it is good and hard for her. Not now…but you will then, understood?’

James understands and we progress to arms. I roll over and he has to work gentler on my abdomen. It is very hard, but you go easy on the front. Did he think I would have an erection? Well, I don’t. I don’t fancy James and he is reassured I guess to understand that. This is a skill session, a service, one that he must learn to become good at.

When he has finished, I tell him that there was improvement there. He is to go ahead and offer the massage to the ladies this evening. He will probably disappoint them to some degree, but the fact that he is hopping about offering this as well as a manicure, will no doubt please. His eagerness if nothing else will impress.

His car pulls away. I play with the idea of ringing Em and telling her what to expect. The idea is dismissed. Sometimes surprise is better than anticipation. The fact that James confides that he is being taught by yours truly will be a nice introductory touch.