My illness seemed to retreat as if by magic, and I decided to introduce Snake to the world of yoni massage.
I told him how precious this experience is for a woman. I described in detail the inner landscape of the yoni, so he would clearly understand where to touch, where to apply pressure, and what might arise during the deep dive. He listened with genuine interest, and I could feel that the prospect of exploring my inner world intrigued him deeply.
“If you’re ready—I’m ready to try,” my star student declared confidently. “I’ll guide you, don’t worry.” “It seems you should be the one not worrying,” Snake smiled, clearly noticing my rising nerves. “Get ready—I’ll grab the oil and come to your room soon.”
I took a shower, draped a light robe over my bare body, and stepped into the bedroom, where He was already waiting for me on the bed.
The student stayed in the other room—here, the Master was present. He radiated calm confidence and that same trail of dominance I had sensed during the shibari practice.
“Come to me,” he said softly, tenderly, yet with authority.
I tried desperately to hide my tension, but my knees betrayed me, with a tremble. He slipped his warm hand beneath my robe and, with a gentle motion, let it fall from my shoulders, revealing the curves of my body. Drawing me closer, he barely touched the hollow of my chest with his lips, and I instinctively placed my palms on the crown of his head. We froze, as if some force held us just long enough for our energies to harmonize and attune to the upcoming process.
Completely naked, I lay down on the bed and was about to suggest starting with a body massage, but he was already ahead of me.
“Rest your face down. I’ll begin with a body massage. Close your eyes, breathe deeply, and be sure to tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.” “Yes, Master,” I replied. I admired him and savored the role that was mine.
He painted a glistening pattern of coconut oil across my back and focused intently on the sensations of my muscles beneath his fingers. With every passing minute, his gentle touch released the remaining tension from my body. I did as instructed—closed my eyes and began to breathe deeply, sinking into sensation.
He gave me an exquisite, caressing full-body massage, leaving not a single inch untouched—from my neck to the tips of my toes. From my feet, he began his way back up, now focusing on the inner thighs. I felt a flutter in my chest and immediately saw with inner vision a light contraction of very deep internal muscles, standing guard over my “temple.”
“Relax. I won’t hurt you,” he said, moving closer to the yoni—so convincingly that my muscles had no choice but to trust him and release.
Without rushing or forcing anything, he explored the entire area around the yoni—every bone and fold, every muscle and ligament. He sensed my body so subtly. At points of tension, he closed his eyes and breathed. I breathed with him, watching gentle pain dissolve into pleasant release.
“Interesting little rice grains here.” “What rice grains?”
He guided my hand to my labia, where beneath the skin I truly felt something like small beads.
“Try gently working them through—they might be knots of tension,” I suggested, comparing them to similar spots along the spine.
And he slipped into a meditative search for the grains—there were quite a few around the yoni.
“It’s working!” he said with a hint of childlike delight, barely concealed behind the mask of a professional yoni masseur.
For some time, he continued working on my labia, sometimes gliding upward—as if accidentally touching the clit—sometimes slipping down to the very entrance of the yoni. I felt arousal spreading throughout the entire pelvic area, delving deeper and deeper. My breathing grew heavier until, in one moment, a long, purring moan escaped me.
“Are you ready?” “Yeees…” I exhaled.
With my permission, he began a gentle massage of the yoni entrance area, keeping his other hand on my clitoris. With soft movements, he guided me into an orgasmic trance. My whole pelvis swelled, growing intensely warm. As if hearing my silent plea, he blew softly over my vulva while gliding his fingers inside.
“Aaaahhh…” I moaned, drawn out in pleasure. A powerful current of energy rose from my core to the crown of my head, arching my back.
“Breeeathe,” Snake ran his hand up to my heart, opening the channel for my energy flow—I breathed even deeper. With each breath, the overwhelming pleasure rose higher, dispersing throughout my body. On one hand, this softened the intensity of orgasmic sensations in my pelvis; on the other, it gifted me something entirely new—the experience of an orgasming body. This ecstatic vibration I savored and explored, my attention resting on the surface of my skin, which seemed to dissolve into myriads of dancing particles.
Meanwhile, he continued exploring my inner space—inch by inch, pressing slightly harder or softer, tracing every curve. He perfectly sensed my body’s response to his touch, and quickly realized where my deepest pleasure lived—along the front side of the yoni—and focused there. Maintaining calm and mindfully containing his own arousal, he was clearly receiving immense pleasure from a Woman fully surrendered to deep bliss.
For a long time, he rocked me on orgasmic waves, sometimes adding light clitoral massage. From the clit, like electric sparks, a gentle pulsation got deeper and deeper, gifting an exquisitely sweet sensation in my womb—I had never experienced before.
“Breeeathe,” he whispered hotly and tenderly, continuing the yoni massage. And with every inhale, I soared higher. I smiled, feeling my heart awaken and expand—tears flowed calmly from my eyes.
Snake was there in every moment—holding me, caressing me, warming me with his presence, offering profound safety throughout the processes unfolding within me. He didn’t strive for more. He followed my waves with sensitivity. And when the next peak of ecstasy faded, he gently stopped the massage, covered me with a blanket, and lay beside me, wrapping me in a soft embrace.
“My girl…” “Yours…” I whispered, dissolving into a cloud of bliss.