Monday, February 24, 2014

"Special" Massage




I love a massage. I'd go every day if I could. I don't need to be wrapped in herbs like a salmon fillet, but I do love a massage - Justin Bateman



I know I promised some stories so here is story #1. I have told a portion of this story from a friends point of view or my version of it just as an FYI. A few years ago a friend and I spent some time in India. For purposes of protecting my friend’s identify I refer to her as Alice. We had spent some weeks in a few of the Northern states and had headed to Southern India, Enchanting Kerala to be exact. Southern India is the number on spice and tea region of India. It is a very interesting place to visit it has a rich culture, heritage, history and religion that includes but is not limited to Sikhs, Muslim, Christian, Catholic, Judaism, and Hindu just to name a few. Kerala is known for its Ayurvedic medicines and treatments including massages in which spices and plants play a huge part of. Everywhere we had traveled in India people kept asking us if we were going to have an Ayurvedic massage including our driver (yes we had our own personal driver – this is a must!). We were always a bit evasive about answering the massage question as India in itself is an assault on the senses all six and I think a few others we didn’t know we had. There is nothing even remotely close to western culture – this is not a bad thing – it’s just different. Even when you think you may have found something close to North American culture it turns out to be a falasy. Again this is not a bad thing or else why and what would be the purpose of travelling to different countries and experiencing different cultures? Back to the story...our driver Tion (yes for 19 days we called him this only to discover this wasn’t his real name but he never corrected us...ah India) said he knew that the reason why we didn’t want to have an Ayurvedic massage was because we were afraid of having a male masseuse but we weren’t to worry this not this case. In India men massaged men and women massaged women so according to him all our fears and concerns should have dissipated with this news. Now I had had a massage before while Alice hadn’t – this is important. So I told Alice massages are nice you’re never naked or exposed completely you are always under a sheet on a nice heated bed on a sheet in a nice calming room with soft lighting and music – it’s a nice relaxing experience, plus we had seen tons of brochures of foreigners getting an Ayurvedic massage all over the country and it seemed like the “thing” to do.



So Alice and I agreed to have an Ayurvedic massage and left the location up to Tion – who we had come to trust literally with our lives as he had proven himself more than worthy on multiple occasions. So one evening we left our hotel and walked a block to the massage parlour Tion had chosen for us. Tion even accompanied us so that we would feel safe. We entered a small office area with two doors one marked men and one marked women. There were several photographs of men receiving a massage on the wall and although I thought this somewhat strange after a month in India nothing was really strange it was the norm. So into the women’s side Alice and I went for our “Special Massage” that Tion had booked for us. Now would be a good time to mention that although neither Alice nor I are huge people we are not small people either and we are both rather busty and white incredibly white or fair as some people would say, basically we did not blend...at all.



The room we entered had a common area and two smaller rooms so we would each have our own “private” area and personal masseuse. I should mention the lighting was awful full on overhead fluorescent lights which I was hoping would be dimmed....for the record they never were. We each met our masseuse and went into our own room.



My Massage

Upon entry I discovered that there wasn’t a nice comfy sheeted massage bed but rather a table covered in bright green vinyl which was shiny from all the past use of massage oil. My masseuse indicated I needed to take my clothes off and reached for a blue smock which I thought was for me...so after I stripped to my underwear which she apparently wanted me to also take off though I didn’t because her English wasn’t great and I didn’t comprehend the need for removing my underwear. She was holding a blue smock which I thought was for me until she put it on and I was left standing there in my all nakedness except my undies then she jestered for me to get up on the table. I took a deep breath and hopped on up still hoping for lights to dim – no such luck. Just so you know white especially very fair skinned people in blaring unflattering lights look whiter or at least you feel you do with your boobs spilling everywhere (or at least it felt that way). At this point I began thinking uh Alice is going to kill me I promised little skin showing and certainly never thought being 95% naked on a table in blaring white light was part of the deal. I started to become a bit uncomfortable and concerned this is one of those times when having a brain that constantly runs like a hamster in its wheel is not a pro it is most definitely a con!



After lying down on the table I was literally covered with thick Ayurvedic massage oil. When I mean everywhere I mean everywhere, the exception being the precious lady triangle, hair, boobs, ass everything was covered. This also meant that everything was also massaged....as I lay on the table and felt my masseuse start to slowly massage my legs going higher and higher up and basically moving my underwear so it covered about an inch of my ass (the crack part) I started to panic about the term “Special Massage” and what I had gotten Alice and I into. All I could think about were “Special Massages” that are given in Massage Parlours back home –  in North America mainly men go to these massage parlours for a body massage and a hand job (sorry but this is this truth). So as I am laying there thinking literally oh my god am I about the get the female version of the man special massage? I am completely in full on panic mode thinking both Alice and I are about to get something that neither of us thought of and I, I was the one to convince her it would be a great experience. Thankfully as my masseuse started to work her way back down my legs I realized that this massage although special wasn’t that kind of special, I was able to relax when I realized my virtue or at least my own personal dignity was going to be spared. The massage continued however, I can honestly say I have never had before or since then had someone who wasn’t a doctor or lover in my life even touch my boobs never mind massage them....it was definitely a new experience and in all honestly I can say it was completely non-sexual.



Alice’s Massage

Alice was led into her massage booth with a very friendly masseuse whose grasp of the English language far exceeded my masseuses’. She told Alice to strip...everything when she left her underwear on her masseuse said those too and held out a strip of what to her looked like wax paper with two pieces of string...this was what she was to wear in place of her underwear. Then her massage began although unlike mine she had chatty Cathy my masseuse didn’t really speak she just focused on the massage. Not sure what was better talking while having someone touch you in places that you previously thought was off limits of having quite while having someone touch you in off limit body areas?.. jury is still out on this one.



We emerge

After we both had been covered head to down in Ayurvedic oil and massaged everywhere we were separately led out to the main women’s area where there where these two wooden boxes that were steaming- basically the rough guide of the personal sauna. I am so completely serious. I was instructed to get into one of the boxes which I did because really at this point I was in too deep to say no. So I was literally locked into this steaming box (with my underwear still wedged in my ass by the way) when Alice emerged from her room attempting to cover all three lady parts with only two hands being directed to her own steaming wooden box. The wax paper strip proved completely useless as it was 100% see through because it was soaked with massage oil. Although both of us were dying to talk about what we had experienced we couldn’t as both our masseuses were present and talking to us like this was the best experience in the world. To this day I have no idea how Alice and I managed all those minutes in the saunas staring at each other and not managing to say anything other than basic pleasantries and smile... Even though we had shared a room while traveling our simultaneous emergence was the time when we literally saw all of each other, as my underwear hadn’t really survived either the massage oil or the sauna. After our time in the sauna’s was up we both went back into our own massage rooms where we were literally toweled off everywhere by our masseuse. Once we were clothed and thanked our masseuse’s we emerged into the office where we paid and Tion was patiently waiting for us with a big smile saying how did you like it? Wasn’t the “special massage” amazing? All we could do was nod, smile and say yes it was great. Tion walked us back to our hotel where upon entry all the hotel staff thought it was great that we had a special Ayurvedic massage and wasn’t it amazing. To which all we could do again was smile, nod and say yes. When we finally got to our room we both sank onto our beds and literally laughed so hard for about 15 minutes straight we then exchanged our own versions of the “special massage” while still laughing.



To be honest to this day it is the best massage I have ever had. I have never smelt or felt better and this lasted for days afterwards. Alice and I even managed to buy several bars of Ayurvedic soap to take home with us. I would definitely have another “special massage” only in India though given the chance, boobs and all at least next time I will be prepared. Hind sight is had I actually known what was all involved I would never have taken the risk and would have missed out on a great experience. After spending 6 weeks in India and having this experience I realized that North Americans are so conservative in society and private about nakedness and our bodies although this is completely contrary to what is portrayed by our media, tv shows, and movies while Indians are 180 degrees opposite at least in private. It was refreshing and is one of my best memories of this trip. I can relive it whenever I want with Alice and it makes us both laugh still.
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