I think over the next few weeks / months, as inspiration hits, I'll document some of the wilder fantasies. Just so there's a record somewhere. As for today;

Prep in advance. The possibility of everything and nothing. Enema and anal training done prior, shaved.

A Massage. Something simple, nothing too "deep" or therapeutic. A nice smelling candle, a request that I be nude for this "treatment". It's to be full body after all. Consent for abdomen, inner thigh, chest wall including breasts, feet, and glutes. All the boxes marked, everything by the book Soft sheets and blanket; music that is able to lull the mind. A blindfold the final addition. "So you don't get distracted with me moving around"

Proper draping on the back, working through soreness. As normal as the session could be. Perhaps the draping is a little low in the back, but it's comfortable, warm. Firm pressure, and someone who knows what they're doing makes it seem like everything is okay.

Legs next, but the sheet slips. A request for more space between my legs to work. The sheet is looser to allow for comfort. Glute work that dips down into where it shouldn't. In and out of the holes available. Fingers slipping down to feel the wetness, of lube, of pussy. Checking to make sure I could take anything anywhere. "Just to be thorough". A tease for now. No cause for concern.

Flipping, and the sheet falls slightly. Enough to peek. But a reset none the less. Proper draping on top, to allow dichotomy later. The room is warm, the blanket is removed. I assume my nipples show through the thin sheet.

Loose draping around the thigh. It's high enough to reach everything, including where it shouldn't again. It's no cause for concern though. I'm sedated by the gentle firmness, it "feels like it should", so there's no extra thoughts for where it shouldn't feel so teasing. Especially near my pussy. The other leg the same. Firm, gentle, and still a tease. Too close to be considered anything but potential accidents, or thoroughness. Just enough swipes to the clit that I'm squirming. Yet this "massage" continues.

Legs are re-covered. Like nothing happened. I'm asked to move up the table, just so I can stretch my neck. The feel of cuffs around my ankles, and the pull of restraint is minimal. The table is low enough if someone is standing above me, it's easy to put their crotch over my face. A threat for later. For now, neck, and some pecs. Making sure the tightness is gone. Arms and hands as normal as any other massage, at any other time. Cuffs attached at the end the only marker that it was completed.

A murmur that the drape line will be low for the breast and abdomen massage. That it's best to be done almost last. The sheet is dropped, but lower than I'm used to. Not under my tummy, but below my pussy line. "to make it easier to get everything, that's standard practice." I want to feel like I should know this, but it's been so nice so far I'm having trouble focusing. Such care is so hard to find.

Starting at shoulders, like it's normal, but moving into breasts, and circling the nipple. Pinching and twisting. It's sensitive, so I squirm. Lifting and kneading my breasts. "They're big, so we need to check them thoroughly". Working down into my tummy. It's such a point of self esteem issues, but it's taken in stride, and treated the same. But the circle of motion keeps getting bigger, until it's brushing my pussy and clit with errant fingers on each pass. I'm asked again for more space between my legs, since this portion is highly specific.

The snap of gloves, and the sound of chains as they tighten to pull my hands up and away, a request to lift my ass for more pillows. Pussy on display, legs pulled up and knees out. "It's time for internal massage. It's very important to check everything". A cloth gag so I can't scream, and fingers probing, not quite gentle, but with enough force. "I'll do your feet while I check your insides". The feel of something warm and hard between my soles, rubbing back and forth. More oil so make it slick on what's there. Fingers questing inside, in and out. Moving toward my ass, and going in and out.

Dirty names and commentary about my shaved pussy, how hungry and wet it is. How good my ass feels. A knock at the door, hearing you say "come in" and only hearing the shuffle of feet. the chink of chain, and heavy breathing. Feeling the fingers and hands inside and on top of me. Feeling more hands, grasping my flesh, to squeeze, to pinch and smack. Chuckling from the newcomers. Feeling a new cock against my cheek, while you grind against my feet and fist in my pussy / asshole.

"just a few more things, and we'll wrap up". The gag is removed and replaced with cock, I feel nipple clamps settle on my nipples tightly as someone moves to taste my pussy. It's too much at once, overwhelming in all the right and wrong ways. As my mouth is filled over and over, I'm shuffled so someone can take my ass, or pussy. People come in and out for a while, to participate, to watch. At some point, everyone stops so my pussy and ass can be smacked until they're red. Cum and lube leaks all over the once soft sheets. A vibrating wand is placed on my clit while someone fills my asshole again. Orgasm is a threat as overstimulation isn't far behind.

At the end, I'm told to re-book in a month or two. Take it easy the next day, and told there is a shower down the hall. The room is stripped as everyone leaves, nothing to hide behind or under on my way to the shower. Removing the blindfold, the room is simply a room again, and I'm alone.

The walk to the shower seems a dreaded affair. Not knowing who might come out of their room, who might have been in the room with me, seen me, used me, or might use me again.

The water is warm, my skin is gently bruised where I've been grabbed and pinched. My nipples sore, my holes sore. Leaking cum, spit, lube. I assume there is also some piss, but I can't tell under the smell of soap. Someone comes in to "assist". I'm fucked again in the shower. Eaten out when my pussy/ass is deemed "clean enough". It's the best torture. I could scream. I could cry.

My clothes are outside the shower when I dry off. I'm mute as I leave. Nothing left to say. I get picked up by my partner, they ask how the massage went. I respond it was very relaxing, and might just re-book sooner than a month; Good to keep up on self care after all.