Mencius Moldbugman

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.

To my surprise, Wendy wasn’t even standing near me or the bath – she was sat on a stool on the other side of the bathroom playing with her phone. So what was causing such delight in my crown jewels?

To my horror, I saw a large fly – perhaps a bluebottle – with its wings pulled off running frantically around my shaft.