Indulging in Debauchery at a Private Spa (Part 1)

I think the boy, kneeling behind me with his face directly above my buttocks, probably saw everything.

But I didn't care at all. I

casually crumpled my underwear into a small ball and tossed it onto the bed. I turned around and asked him, "What's next?"

Hearing my question, the boy seemed to wake from a dream and stood up. I saw his penis,
erect , veins bulging, like a long spear. The glans was clean and smooth, a dark purple,
even darker than my husband's.

He took two steps towards me, then suddenly, with a burst of strength, he lifted me up horizontally.

I immediately felt dizzy and breathless.

I never imagined I'd be princess-carried by a man so much younger than me; even my husband rarely princess-carried
me.

I vaguely remembered that only when I was little did my father carry me like that. When I had a fever, my father would carry me to
the doctor. Suddenly being carried like that by a boy, I felt a complete sense of peace wash over me. My chest felt full, and I nestled obediently
in his arms, not wanting to move at all, like a cat being lifted up by the scruff of its neck.

The boy seemed to notice my change and said, "Sister, the honey inside you is dripping all over my crotch."

I didn't answer, but snuggled into his arms, burying my face in his body. At the same time, I felt his hard penis
pressed against my buttocks, burning hot.

The boy carried me from the bedroom all the way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was decorated differently from my home, with a wooden tub for soaking in and a single wooden bed,
about the size and length of a massage bed, with a leather cushion covered with a white towel.

The boy gently placed me on the wooden bed, making me lie face down, and placed an "I"
-shaped sponge pad in front of my chest to prevent my breasts from being compressed when lying face down.

He started filling the tub with hot water and then massaged my palms and soles. He said that I would have a medicinal bath later,
a steam bath to soothe my nerves and improve blood circulation.

The boy's massage technique was quite skilled, slow yet firm. His hands were coated with oil, making them incredibly slippery.
He then grasped my feet with both hands, alternating between them, stroking from my ankles down to my toes. The massage felt
incredibly relaxing, and my head tingled.

Next, he massaged my hands, repeatedly kneading my palms, then stroking from my wrists to my palms, and then
down to the tips of each finger.

After finishing my palms and soles, he began massaging my body.

The boy first poured oil on my back, which felt slightly cool. Then he opened his palms, using only his five
fingertips to touch my skin, gliding very lightly, almost imperceptibly. First my shoulder blades and back, then
my waist, then gently across my buttocks, thighs, and calves. I felt both relaxed and
tingly. It was indescribably comfortable.

My body felt limp from the massage, and I comfortably closed my eyes, slumped on the massage table, not wanting to move at all.

Nine times out of ten, his massage techniques ended up on my buttocks.

He massaged my buttocks repeatedly, his fingers gently sliding across them. Each time, his hands would
gently slip inside my thighs. He would use two fingers to rub the inner thighs, then
trace down my thighs to my ankles.

Each time he applied pressure, I felt my labia being squeezed and rubbed together by his fingers, a
fluttering sensation rising within me, a desire mixed with a growing reluctance to move. With each movement of his fingertips, a tingling, itchy sensation
amplified, as if his magical hands were massaging and kneading it, filling my body little by little,
igniting a fire within me, my cavity almost overflowing with fluid.

But he was very patient, repeatedly massaging me, endlessly arousing my desire
.

I lay limp on the wooden bed, dazed, and couldn't help but moan: "Stop it, just do it."

The boy seemed not to hear me clearly: "Sister, what did you say?"

As he asked, his hands continued their rhythmic, sometimes light, sometimes heavy movements on my body.

I couldn't resist, so I raised my voice slightly: "You...you fuck me."

The boy continued to make me tingle and tremble.

I heard his voice softly above me: "No, sister, do you remember how you
got angry when I asked you how to do it? I have to serve you properly."

I gasped for breath, lying there weakly, too lazy to even lift my fingers, letting him continue teasing me with his fingertips. "

Sister, your body is so beautiful. Such a big ass, and those long, straight legs
all the way to your ankles, so sexy."

As he spoke, his fingertips lightly brushed against my labia, making me shudder.

Then I felt his hand move down to my lower abdomen, gently lifting it upwards, while his other hand
slapped my buttocks, making them tremble.

"Sister, stick your butt out."

My head was tingling with pleasure, and I did as he said, sticking my butt out high as he lifted my lower abdomen
.

I heard a click, the sound of an essential oil bottle being opened. Then I felt liquid flowing
around my anus. It was cool and very lubricating.

He poured a lot of essential oil onto my anus, and I could feel the excess flowing down
onto my labia.

Suddenly, a finger slid into my anus. The feeling was extremely strange, and I gasped in surprise
.

I let out a soft "oh" and quickly clenched my anal sphincter, trying to stop his finger from messing around inside my anus. But
it was no use; it was too slippery, without even a hint of astringency.

Then, a longer section of his finger went in, casually swirling around in my rectum.

I groaned in surprise, trying to sit up, but with him doing this,
I couldn't the strength, so I quickly asked him: What are you doing? No, what are you doing?

He said, "I'm administering your medicine. Didn't you want the most expensive one? Don't worry."

I wanted to ask what administering medicine meant, but I held back. I felt that if I asked, I would seem ignorant
, but I didn't want that.

So I sighed, relaxed my body again, and let him do as he pleased.

The boy took out a pill shaped like an olive pit, round at both ends. He coated the pill with a layer of essence...
He put the oil in my anus and then used his finger to push the pill into it. I took a breath; he pushed it quite deep,
most of his index finger going in. But thanks to the oil, it easily reached the depths of my
intestines .

He said from behind me, "This medicine is good for the body, it's good for beauty and detoxification."

I felt like he was talking to my anus.

I felt him slowly pull his index finger out of my anus. The feeling of something leaving my body through my intestines
was a bit like defecating, giving me a slight sense of relief. Then he took out something that looked like a pacifier, with a
handle on one end and a teardrop shape on the other. He pressed the teardrop-shaped end against my anus and gently pushed it
all the way in.

It turned out to be an anal plug.

After the teardrop shape was completely inside me, I found that the plug fit smoothly into my anus,
just a baby sucking on a pacifier, a perfect fit.

I continued to lie face down as the boy instructed. I felt a strong, foreign sensation from the plug in my anus
, a slight heat deep in my abdomen, and a bit of bloating.

I groaned and asked him, "What medicine did you give me?"

The boy said, "Just regular Chinese medicine.

It's called 'Na Yao' (纳药). Once the medicine's effects dissipate and you've finished, I'll remove the plug. Otherwise, all our
efforts will be wasted."

As he spoke, he gently pulled the plug's handle outwards, but didn't pull it out completely. The sensation
was so strange that I couldn't help but let out another "Oh."

When he was sure it wouldn't come loose, he patted my buttocks with satisfaction, making a series of crisp sounds. "

Sister, let me rinse you off some essential oil."

Then he picked up the hose and showerhead and sprayed hot water on my back, buttocks, and between my legs. The water
was excellent, the temperature just right, neither cold nor hot. Moreover, the showerhead didn't spray, but the water flow was strong,
the jets very dense, spraying onto my body like a gentle massage.

Then he picked up a bath sponge and started scrubbing me. He carefully scrubbed every part of my body: my armpits,
the insides of my arms, my wrists, my palms, especially the backs of my legs, my calves, my ankles, and the soles of my feet.

Boys are very talkative; he kept praising me as he scrubbed. He praised almost every part he was scrubbing.
His mouth never stopped. He complimented my waist, my hips, and my legs the most. He said how thin my waist was,
how my hips were like an hourglass, how long my legs were, how delicate my ankles were, how soft the skin on the insteps was,
and how beautiful the shape of my arches was.

I didn't respond; I couldn't respond to him anyway. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed his full service, feeling completely
relaxed and soft. The depression and sadness I felt gradually disappeared.

Especially when he repeatedly rubbed the soles of my feet with the bath sponge, it felt the most comfortable.

I had calluses on the soles of both my feet from walking in high heels. The color was the same as the rest of
my skin, indistinguishable from the rest of my feet, but it felt harder to the touch. He gently rubbed
the calluses with a bath sponge, making me feel like I was getting a mild electric shock. A tiny current traveled from my soles, down my calves and backs of my legs
, along my thighs, finally converging on my tailbone—a tingling, numbing sensation that felt incredibly comfortable.

At this point, the effects of the medication became more pronounced.

Perhaps because I was getting used to it, the foreign object sensation in my anus gradually disappeared. My buttocks and abdomen, however, felt increasingly
warm and slightly swollen. At first, it felt a little uncomfortable, but over time,
I got used to it. Gradually, not only my buttocks but even the anal cavity felt warm, spreading to
my entire lower abdomen, making it feel burning hot.

I was a little worried at the time because I felt dizzy and was sweating profusely from the inside out.

So I asked again: "What kind of medicine is this? Will it harm my body?"

After what happened in Argentina, I was quite afraid of drugs. Although I felt hopeless and particularly wanted to degrade myself,
I had no intention of touching drugs.

The boy comforted me, saying it wasn't: "This is pure natural plant extract, it's an aphrodisiac, and it can also stimulate
hormone secretion, beautifying the skin."

As he spoke, he continued to massage me.

The wonderful feeling of taking the drug, combined with the comfortable and relaxing massage, made me drowsy, and I felt intensely itchy
. Ignoring my shame, I slightly turned my body to the side, crossing my legs and intertwining them. And right in front of the boy,
I began to slightly sway my hips, using my legs to rub my clitoris.

I foolishly hoped he hadn't noticed my self-satisfied little actions, but obviously that was impossible.

After only a couple of slight clenchings, the boy's hand slid down my buttocks and between my legs. He used
a little force to spread my legs apart, making the soles of my feet touch. His hand was no longer just
lightly sliding his fingertips, but covered my entire vulva, letting my labia slide between his fingers.

Then, a finger slowly entered me.

I moaned softly, hoping he would be more forceful, more intense, but all I got was
disappointment: he was wicked; that finger that had given me hope wasn't meant to satisfy me at all, but rather to prevent me from
clenching my legs, depriving me of my right to self-gratification.

When I lifted my hips to meet his finger, he stopped moving.

I couldn't care less about being reserved anymore, letting out a long moan, a soft expression of my dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, the boy breathed on my buttocks and gently bit it. This bite sent my mind reeling,
my limbs went weak, and the fluid that had been accumulating inside me flowed out through that finger.

"Don't rush, sister," he said.

(To be continued)

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