Mencius Moldbugman

... Her real name was Zhang Meihuan but when she moved to London she quickly took the name of Wendy. I never asked her how and why she found herself in London, but it was obvious from her situation that she came from a poor background and had probably been smuggled into England.

A few of my friends on the massage circuit had recommended Wendy to me, promising me that a session with her was to be an unforgettable experience. They weren’t wrong.

The 1st time I arrived at her London apartment she explained the rules in her Hunanese accent. I was to take off all of my clothes and lower myself into a bath that she would fill with water until it reached exactly the same height as the base of the head of my erect penis.

Of course she assisted beforehand in firming up the little fella so that she could get the water level just right. Wendy was very specific on this. The water had to be perfect just so that my little head stuck out of the surface of the water like a little island in the ocean.

Then I had to wear a blindfold while Wendy got to work.

What followed was the most intense yet sensitive massage experience I’d ever encountered. Though I couldn’t see what she was doing (she claimed she was shy), I could feel very fast, short and intense movements around the tip of my cock that would quickly lead to a powerful orgasm

Before long, I was visiting Wendy about 3 times a week. Her technique was just amazing. I would beg her to let me watch her while she performed her magic, but each time she insisted I had to continue wearing the blindfold.

Eventually, during a particularly intense session, I couldn’t take it any longer and simply had to see this goddess in action and exactly what it was that led to such wonderful feelings. Just as I was on the verge of the vinegar strokes, I ripped off my blindfold and stared down.