My (47M) worst massage experience

Another memory prompted by a question in r/AMPLife “What is your worst massage experience?” Some of you may remember this share on r/SluttyConfessions some years ago, as it was a very popular response I provided on a post that was deleted by the OP.

Many years ago, maybe 16 or 17, I stopped at an AMP literally 4 blocks away from my home. I drive by the place everyday, but I always made it a rule not stop in my neighborhood. Can’t say why (maybe just needed a release, or could have been upset at the wife) but I pulled in to the parking spot behind the building. The front door entrance is literally on a major HWY but the parking out back had a door and my car was directly at it. Instead of walking around I tried knocking. No answer. Waited 30 seconds and knocked again. No answer. I thought it was a sign (it was) and walked back to my car.

I had gotten to my door when the black metal screen opened slightly and a beautiful , late 40’s Asian lady poked her head out. She was slim, tanned skin, and wearing a satin robe similar to a geisha. She whispered hello and waived at me to come back. I did. Once I was in she asked if I had called to make an appointment. I said no. She was looking very preoccupied when she asked how long. I said, “one hour, please”. Her response was, “Oh um… ok”. She set me in the room and asked me to undress. She stood right there and watched me. That is not the normal procedure but I enjoyed her being there. I laid on my stomach and she began on my neck and shoulders. It felt great but she quickly took her hands down to my butt cheeks and went directly to my balls. No grazing. Full contact palming my balls and her fingertips stretching the shaft, then immediately asked for the flip. Normally, I would have been disappointed at that but I was desperate to bust and her appearance was the perfect combo of the fetish I chase by choosing this hobby, so I went along. On my back, she used both hands on my cock. It was extremely pleasurable, but she was disengaged. She kept looking around, then to the clock, then at the door… She said, “I’m sorry someone else has appointment, one hour is too long. Can you cum faster if I give you a blowjob?” I enthusiastically said “yes, of course”. She dropped to her knees on the floor and I sat up on the edge of the table. She sucked me furiously. I couldn’t help but blow as she begged, “Please hurry. Please cum fast. Hurry, please…” I did. I came hard and needed to lay back on the table to catch my breath, but she didn’t let me. She help me sit back up and then gave me my clothes and asked me to dress. I did. As soon as I was ready she escorted me out of the room.

As she whisked me out the black metal door she said, “Please come back another time. I’m sorry you did not get your one hour.” As it dawned on me that I didn’t pay (not even the house fee) I heard the deadbolt on the metal door lock, then the same on the thin wooden interior door. As I raised my hand to knock again, I heard at thud against the wood door. She cried. Then I heard the voice of a man. “You fucking bitch! I told you I would find you. You belong to me!” From outside, I could hear a brief struggle before the her sounds changed to a rhythmic “uh, uh, uh, uh”. I was standing in the parking lot and I could hear her being r**ed on the other side of the door. {I took a lot of heat from other commenters about not breaking the door down and coming to her rescue, but honestly, my own childhood trauma was triggered, and all I could do was stand there stunned).

As her cries slowly subsided, I snapped out of it and realized what was happening. This was about to escalate. He was done assaulting her and something even worse might come next. In the very least, he would try and escape right from where I was standing, so I got in my car and left as quickly as possible.

I made it home in no time ran a hot shower. As the water soothed me I thought about everything this beautiful woman had just experienced. Then it occurred to me. He had to have been in there the whole time. Was the reason she hesitated opening the door because she knew that he was inside too? Had he already made himself known to her and told her to greet me as normal?

The guilt was tearing me up. It was my first (and only) time there. The lady was beautiful and elegant, sexy, in a very motherly way. She stroked my cock and blew me raw until I came in her mouth… FOR FREE! And got me out of there before the danger surfaced against me.

I spent the next couple of days watching the news to see if anything would be reported. Nothing. A few weeks later the sign on the door went up as Vacant: For Rent, and eventually another AMP opened. That one has been there all the rest of these years but I have never gone in.

Even now, as I write this, I am haunted by the experience. I wish I could have done more, I wish that I did do more, but I didn’t. I was paralyzed. I didn’t know it at that time, but it triggered the memory of my neighbor beating and r**ing his wife right in front of me when I was 5-6 yrs old. The massage lady protected me from the aggressor, just like my neighbor did from her husband.

Since then, I have had many other traumatic events surface from my subconscious. Even though my participation here was the “highlight” of the story, the issues that it raised have cause many other problems in my life and I can wholeheartedly say, “This was the worst massage experience I’ve ever had”.