Bali Female Genital Spa Details

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I'd heard about Bali's famous spas for a long time, so my friend and I made a special trip there for a crazy spa experience, and it truly felt like being queens! Now I'm sharing my spa trip with you ladies. Bali has all sorts of spas, but the most important thing is to achieve relaxation, comfort, and nourishment. Each spa has its own unique decor and theme.

This May Day, my friend and I went to Bali and stayed at the five-star Nusalembongan Resort Hotel. This hotel is located on a small island, and there's only one hotel on the entire island, so the environment is fantastic. On the second evening, we experienced the absolutely mesmerizing gentle jungle spa (3-hour treatment, one person per room). I heard that this spa is specifically for female customers, offering many special treatments for women's reproductive health, all with excellent health benefits. The service is also incredibly meticulous; you basically don't have to do anything yourself. The tour guide also mentioned that they have some very special massages.

My friend and I arrived at the spa with curiosity. A staff member led us to a beautiful room. One side of the room, facing the sea, was made entirely of glass, offering a view of the outside scenery. The staff member explained that the glass wall prevented anyone from seeing in, ensuring safety. The room was furnished with a large jacuzzi, two massage beds, and a very comfortable sofa. The other furniture was antique-style. It was simply beautiful; I can hardly describe it.

The staff member then invited me to sit down and have a cup of Balinese herbal tea, said to be calming. A little while later, a masseuse entered. She wore thin white shorts, revealing nothing underneath. She appeared to be in her early twenties, with dark skin but a great figure, clearly carefully chosen. She spoke softly and asked if she could provide services. I was quite satisfied, and my spa experience was about to begin. She said she would help me undress, which I found strange, as in Chinese spas, you usually undress yourself.

She asked me to sit on the sofa and took a large bath towel, covering my thighs. I was wearing a skirt that day. She first took off my shoes and put on a pair of soft slippers for me. Then she washed her hands, dried them, and reached under the towel to start taking off my skirt. It was quite embarrassing to have someone take off my skirt for the first time; it was difficult to remove. But this masseuse was very considerate and patient, carefully pulling my skirt down and hanging it up on a hanger. Next, she started taking off my underwear, even more carefully and slowly. She rolled up my underwear and put it in a bag. Next, she started taking off my clothes, which was easier. After taking off my bra, she wrapped me in the bath towel and asked me to lie face down on the massage bed. Every detail she did was considerate of her customers.

After I lay down, she removed the bath towel and told me to wash my body first. So she turned on the hot water and slowly poured it over me, gently rubbing my body with her hands as she did so. My tense heart gradually relaxed. After I was completely wet, she asked if she wanted her to clean my private parts or if I should wash them myself. By then, I was too lazy to do anything and just let her do as she pleased. So she started pouring hot water over my private parts, carefully rinsing the folds of my labia. It felt really strange to have someone wash me there for the first time, but it was also incredibly comfortable. I was completely immersed in the pleasure. Next, she started applying shower gel, scrubbing every inch of my skin from top to bottom very carefully. The smooth feeling was so comfortable.

She started applying shower gel to my genitals, but she changed it. She said it was specially formulated for women's genitals, containing unique medicinal properties that had excellent health benefits and could be used inside the vagina without causing irritation. She scrubbed my genitals very carefully; I had never washed myself this thoroughly. She took a very soft brush and brushed the folds of my labia, not missing a single crevice, even pulling back the foreskin to brush it. Of course, she didn't brush for very long because that area is very sensitive.

Then she asked if I wanted to wash inside my vagina. I thought that since the shower gel was specifically for that area, I should wash there. She switched to a round-headed brush, a bit like a paintbrush, but much softer, and slowly inserted it into my vagina. This feeling was different from having sex; it wasn't as stimulating, but it was very comfortable. Her washing technique was unique, using a spiral motion to slowly insert and withdraw. Finally, she finished applying the shower gel and started rinsing. When rinsing my vagina, she took a disposable plastic tube, connected it to hot water, and slowly inserted it into my vagina. The head of the tube was like a concave ball, with water flowing out from underneath. The masseuse's movements were very gentle; I could barely feel anything moving inside. It rinsed very clean.

After washing, she used a towel to dry my entire body. Next, she asked if I wanted my genitals trimmed, saying that trimming would make it more sexy. I asked her how to do the grooming, and she said she would first remove the hair, then do labia and anal bleaching, and after that, my genitals would look like a young girl's, very pretty. I was really surprised; how come there are services like this abroad? But I thought it sounded great, so I decided to try it. First, she removed the hair. She asked if I wanted the hair on my labia removed, and I said yes, it would look nice that way. The hair removal was simple. She first trimmed my pubic hair short with small scissors, then applied wax, and then tore it off cleanly. This wax didn't even require paper! After the hair removal, I touched my labia, and it felt so smooth and soft.

Next, she did the bleaching. She said the formula was a secret recipe, not available elsewhere, and it worked quickly, but the effect was short-lived, only lasting a few weeks. She carefully massaged a small amount of medicine onto my labia with her finger, while massaging my anus with her other hand for quite a while. Finally, she rinsed it off with water and then switched to another type of medicine. This time, instead of using her hand, she used a heated massager. This massager had a strange shape; it was quite large, just enough to cover my vulva and anus. There was a cone-shaped part about the size of a thumb at the anus. Inserting it into my anus was easy because it was lubricated by the ointment. The masseuse said there were too many folds around the anus, and it would only be effective if they were stretched open. After turning it on, a tingling and hot sensation came from below. The masseuse said the massage would last about fifteen minutes. (Here's something embarrassing to mention: during the massage, I actually got wet down there, but it really felt quite good).

After the massage, she first washed me with shower gel and rinsed me off. Then she showed me in the mirror, and I couldn't believe it! My genitals looked so beautiful, like I was fifteen or sixteen again. My entire vulva was a pale pink, especially my labia minora, which looked incredibly luscious. Even my anus was pink! It was so beautiful. The pubic hair was neatly trimmed, forming a beautiful triangle. I thought if my husband saw this, he'd devour me! It was so gorgeous! I highly recommend all my sisters try this; the results are truly unexpected. Finally, she showered me again and dried me off. Then she gave me a pair of white shorts to wear. The fabric was smooth and silky, like pajamas—loose and comfortable.

She told me to lie down on another massage bed, and then she started the oil massage.

At this point, the female masseuse asked if I wanted a male masseuse. I was startled and asked her why I wanted a male masseuse. She said this was a specialty of their spa, specifically catering to women's reproductive health. According to local tradition, aromatherapy massage only achieves its best effects when performed by a male masseur. She explained that this massage can create a psychological and physiological change, regulating the endocrine system and significantly improving a woman's skin. She said the male masseurs undergo rigorous professional training and regular checkups, and each massages only one client per day, with a full-body cleansing performed beforehand. Of course, this service can also be done by a female masseur, but she believed it would feel better with a man. I started to feel hesitant, feeling a bit guilty towards my husband, but I also really wanted to try it; it sounded quite exciting.

While I was feeling conflicted, the masseuse said that after an oil massage of the genitals, whether it's a man or a woman massaging, the stimulation will cause congestion. The best way to achieve this is to reach orgasm, which will reduce the congestion and allow for complete relaxation, which is very beneficial to the body. She said not to view this as a pornographic service, but rather as a form of health treatment, and that male masseuses are prohibited from ejaculating. I thought it made sense, so finally, at the female masseuse's urging, I agreed to be served by a male masseuse, but requested that he be the most experienced one.

At this point, the female masseuse left, and after a while, a male masseuse came in. But I immediately regretted it. The thought of myself lying there wearing only such transparent shorts made my face turn red instantly. What was worse, I hadn't expected the male masseuse to look so old—he was old enough to be my father! Maybe it was because he was a foreigner, but he looked particularly old. At that moment, I thought, "Oh no, how can I let such an old person give me a massage? What should I do?" While I lay there, too afraid to move, the masseur spoke. He said he'd been giving massages there for over twenty years, was now forty, and was a mentor to other masseuses. I thought, "No wonder he looks so old," but I figured he must be experienced, so I reluctantly agreed. Still, it was quite awkward.

He then took out a very elegant basin and started mixing massage oils. I saw several oils mixed together, then he added hot water. Next, he began the massage. He first took off his pants, then his underwear. I kept my eyes closed, too afraid to look. I only opened my eyes when he said he was starting. When I opened them, I noticed he had no pubic hair at all; it looked like he'd had it removed, quite clean. His genitals were very dark, so I didn't look closely.

He poured the oil onto my body. The hot oil felt quite comfortable, especially on my buttocks; it felt warm. I temporarily forgot I was being serviced by a man. Then he began the massage, first using his hands to spread the oil evenly all over my body, very carefully. He slowly reached his hands from behind towards my breasts. Because of the oil, it was easy to reach the front. His hands were quite large. It was the first time a stranger had touched my breasts like that, and I felt very shy, so I remained completely still. His movements were very careful and gentle. Soon, I felt a very reassuring feeling, just like when my father was stroking me when I was a child. It was a very light rubbing, his fingers slowly sliding along my nipples, a tingling and itchy sensation. I had never experienced anything like it before; it was so comfortable, hard to describe in words. Moreover, I felt that there was no erotic element in his movements, only pure massage, allowing the essential oil to be fully absorbed by my skin. I think this is the difference between foreign and domestic practices.

He started massaging my buttocks. I'm realizing now that having big hands is a real advantage; during the massage, my buttocks felt like they were being enveloped, which was very comfortable. His hands felt like kneading dough, slowly sliding his fingers down my groin to my vulva, finally starting the massage there. I felt a sense of anticipation, and thankfully, he didn't disappoint. The feeling was definitely different. I had just removed the hair from my labia, making me especially sensitive, and I could feel the subtle movements of his fingers. With the added benefit of the essential oil, my vulva started to heat up, and I almost became delirious. After a while, I felt a warm sensation down there, which was quite peculiar. I looked down and saw that he was licking my labia with his tongue. This feeling was truly wonderful and comfortable, especially when his tongue entered my vagina—or rather, penetrated it, because he was using a lot of force and sucking incessantly.

Then he asked me how I wanted to reach orgasm, and I said anything was fine. At that moment, I felt something very large enter me, very substantial. Twenty minutes later, I couldn't take it anymore because I had already orgasmed twice in a row. He didn't ejaculate, which felt wonderful; it was truly being served. He then carried me to a bathtub filled with flower petals, telling me to rest for a while and that someone would come to serve me shortly. At that moment, I truly understood what a real spa was, what true relaxation was; I felt like I was floating. Finally, a female attendant came in to dry me off, gave me a new pair of underwear, and helped me get dressed. Bali truly lives up to its reputation! All you adventurous ladies should experience this queen-like experience. Ask your guide when you get there; they'll take you there. It cost 2000 RMB, which I think is a great deal. This is absolutely a true experience, not fiction.

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