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This May Day holiday, my friend and I traveled to Bali. We stayed at the five-star Nusa Lembongan Resort, a hotel located on a small island with only one hotel, making the environment exceptionally beautiful. On the second evening, we experienced the absolutely enchanting Jungle Spa (3-hour treatment, one person per room). We heard this spa is specifically for female customers, offering many special treatments for women's reproductive health, all with excellent health benefits. The service is incredibly meticulous; you basically don't have to lift a finger. Our guide also mentioned they have some unique massages.
Curious, my friend and I arrived at the spa. A staff member led us to a beautiful room. The room's ocean-facing side was made entirely of glass, offering a view of the outside scenery. The staff member explained that the glass wall prevented outsiders from seeing in, ensuring safety. The room's furnishings included a large jacuzzi, two massage beds, and a very comfortable sofa. The other furniture was antique-style. In short, it was incredibly beautiful; I can hardly describe it in words. Then the waiter asked me to sit down and have a cup of Balinese herbal tea, which is said to be calming. After a while, a masseuse came in. She was wearing white shorts, which were so thin that you could see she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was probably in her twenties, with dark skin but a great figure, clearly carefully chosen. She spoke softly and asked if she could provide me with services. I felt quite satisfied, and my spa experience was about to begin. She said she would help me take off my clothes first, which surprised me because in China, you usually undress yourself at spas. Then she asked me to sit on the sofa and took a large bath towel and covered my thighs. I was wearing a skirt that day. She first took off my shoes and put a pair of soft slippers on 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 taking off my skirt 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 a towel and told me to lie face down on the massage bed. Every detail she did was considerate of her customer. After I lay down, she removed the towel and told me to wash my body first. So she turned on the hot water and slowly poured it over my body, gently rubbing my skin with her hands as she did so. My tense heart gradually relaxed. After I got completely wet, she asked if she wanted me to clean my genitals or if I wanted to wash them myself. By then, I was too lazy to do anything and just let her do whatever she wanted. So she started pouring hot water on my genitals, carefully rinsing the folds of my labia. It was really strange to have someone wash me there for the first time, but it felt so good. I was completely immersed in the pleasure. Next, she started applying body wash, scrubbing every inch of my skin from top to bottom very carefully. It felt so smooth and comfortable. Then she started applying body wash to my vulva, but she changed it. She said it was specially formulated for women's genitals, with unique medicinal properties that had excellent health benefits and could be used inside the vagina without causing irritation. She scrubbed my vulva very carefully, more carefully than I'd ever done myself. She took a very soft brush and brushed the folds of my labia, not missing a single crevice, even pulling back the foreskin of my clitoris to brush it, though not for very long, because that area is very sensitive. Then she asked if I wanted to wash inside my vagina. I thought that since this body wash was specifically for that area, I should wash there. She switched to a round-headed brush, somewhat like a calligraphy brush, but much softer, and slowly inserted it into my vagina. This was different from sex; it wasn't as stimulating, but it was very comfortable. Her washing technique was unique, using a spiral motion to slowly insert and remove the brush. Finally, she finished applying the shower gel and began rinsing. While rinsing my vagina, she took a disposable plastic tube, connected it to hot water, and slowly inserted it. The tip of the tube was like a concave ball, with water flowing out from the bottom. The masseuse's movements were very gentle; you could barely feel anything moving inside, and it rinsed very clean. After washing, she dried my entire body with a towel. Next, she asked if I wanted my genitals trimmed, saying it would make me more sexy. I asked her how, and she said she would first remove hair, then do labia and anal bleaching, and after that, my genitals would look like a young girl's, very beautiful. I was really surprised; how could there be such a service abroad? But I thought it sounded very good, and I could try it. First, she asked if I wanted the hair on my labia removed, and I said I would remove it too, as it would look nice that way. The hair removal was simple. First, she used small scissors to trim my pubic hair shorter, then applied wax, and with a strong pull, it was completely smooth. This wax didn't even require paper! After the hair removal, I touched my labia; they were so smooth and soft. Next, she did a bleaching treatment. She said this medicine was a secret formula, not available elsewhere, and it worked quickly, but the effect was short-lived, lasting only a few weeks. She carefully massaged a little medicine onto my labia with her finger, while massaging my anus with her other hand for quite a while. Finally, she rinsed with water and then used another medicine. This time, instead of massaging with her hand, she used a heated massager. This massager had a strange shape; it was quite large, just enough to cover my pubic area and anus. The anus area had a cone-shaped part about the size of a thumb. 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 only worked when 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 felt really good). After the massage, she washed me with shower gel and then showed me in the mirror. I couldn't believe how beautiful my genitals were; it was 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 beautiful. I highly recommend all my sisters try this; the results are truly unexpected. Finally, she showered me again, dried me off, and then 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. This massage, she explained, 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 only massage one client per day, performing a full-body cleansing before each session. While she acknowledged that female masseurs could also perform the massage, she preferred a male. I started to feel conflicted; it felt a bit unfair to my husband, but I was also eager to try it—it sounded exciting! While I was struggling with this dilemma, the masseuse added that after an aromatherapy massage of the genitals, regardless of whether it's a male or female masseuse, the stimulation will cause congestion. The best way to achieve this is to reach orgasm, allowing the congestion to subside and leading to complete relaxation, which is very beneficial for the body. She emphasized that I shouldn't view this as a form of prostitution; it's actually a health treatment, and male masseurs are prohibited from ejaculating. I thought it made sense, so I finally agreed to be served by a male masseur at the urging of the female masseur, but requested that he be the most experienced one.
The female masseuse left, and a moment later a male masseuse came in. I immediately regretted it; the thought of lying there in just a pair of see-through shorts made my face flush. Even 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. I thought, "Oh no, how can I let someone so old give me a massage? What should I do?" While I lay there, too afraid to move, the masseuse spoke. He said he had been massaging there for over twenty years and was now forty years old, 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 very awkward. Then he took a very elegant basin and started mixing massage oils. I saw several oils mixed together, and then he added hot water. Next, the massage began. He first took off his pants, then his underwear. I kept my eyes closed, not daring to look. I only opened my eyes when he said he was starting. I noticed he had no pubic hair, as if he'd had it removed; it was quite clean. His genitals were very dark, so I didn't look closely. Then he poured oil on my body. The hot oil felt wonderful, especially on my buttocks—it was very 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 large! It was the first time a stranger had touched my breasts like that, and I was very shy, so I remained completely still. His movements were very careful and gentle. Soon, I felt a sense of security, like when my father was stroking me when I was a child—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, there was absolutely no erotic element in his movements; it was purely a massage, allowing the essential oils to be fully absorbed by the skin. I think that's the difference between overseas and domestic practices. Then he started massaging my buttocks. I've discovered that having big hands is a really good thing; during the massage, my buttocks felt like they were being wrapped up, which was very comfortable. His hands felt like kneading dough, and slowly his fingers slid down through my groin to my vulva, finally starting to massage there. I felt a sense of anticipation, and thankfully, he didn't disappoint. It was definitely different. I had just removed the hair from my labia, so I was particularly sensitive and could feel the subtle movements of his fingers. With the added health-promoting essential oil, my vulva started to heat up, and I was almost in a daze. After a while, I felt a warm, strange sensation down there. I looked down and saw that he was licking my labia with his tongue. It was truly beautiful and comfortable, especially when his tongue entered my vagina—or rather, it penetrated it, because he was using a lot of force and sucking continuously. Then he asked me how I wanted to reach orgasm, and I said anything was fine. At that moment, I felt something very large being inserted, very filling. Twenty minutes later, I couldn't take it anymore because I had already orgasmed twice in a row. He didn't ejaculate, which was great; it was truly being served. Then he 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 experienced 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 tour 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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