Well, this is how it all started.

I was 26, never pretty, a little plump which I have been since I was a child, and I went on a 60 mile charity bike ride with a friend from work.

The next day I wore a skirt to work, not something I normally wore, and walked a little slow because my butt and legs hurt so much. I was in the office kitchen and my boss came in and asked me how the bike ride went, and I told him including about how my butt and legs hurt. He told me that what I needed was a butt massage.

I didn't even answer, I mean this 50 year old man telling me to get a butt massage, but I should have answered because the next thing I knew he took me by the hand and told me to lean on the counter and he started to rub my butt with his hands. I turned, but he pushed me back and told me not to be stupid, that it was going to make me feel better, and he leaned in on me and really started to massage my butt. His hands were strong, real strong, and he rubbed me and massaged me, and it felt so good.

Next thing he pulled my skirt up, and put his hands on my butt under my skirt and I could feel his breath on my back. His hand worked me slowly, and I could feel his thumbs getting closer and closer to my crotch, spreading my cheeks open, and he whispered in my ear that he was going to do something that was going to feel real real good, he was going to relieve the tension in my legs, and he pressed his thumbs in between my legs and massaged my tendons, at that point I could tell I was so wet, and then quietly he changed the position of his hands and I felt his four fingers start to massage my lady lips, front to back, pressured but not hard, he kept whispering to be brave, that every girl needed to know why God had given her lady parts, that they were for the pleasure of man, and if they gave man pleasure then He rewarded her with pleasure.

I had an orgasm, it shook me, I had tears in my eyes, his breath on me was strong and his hand wouldn't quit, he would whisper to me to be a woman, that a woman's place was to please a man, that the more I pleased him the more I would be pleased. I really really thought that he was going to finish with me, I couldn't tell if we had been there five minutes or an hour, he kept asking me if I wanted to please him, and all I could say was yes.

It stopped, he lowered my skirt and he leaned his fully body weight against me and told me that he wanted every ounce of woman in me. He turned me around, still pressing me against the counter, telling me that he was looking forward to being pleased. Inside of me, I felt like I had another orgasm, I wanted another orgasm.

That is how it started, how I began to work to please him, and in return to be pleased. When he did take it all the way, when he massaged me and then used his penis on me, I was gone, there would be no return for me. I started to live for him and I live for him every day. I please him, whatever he wants, and in return I get pleasures that no one has ever told me about. I love being massaged, and at times when I am cooking dinner for him, or cleaning up the kitchen, he will massage me like he did that day in the kitchen at work, the only difference is that when I can no longer wait, I feel his penis against me and he enters me over and over again until I just have these training orgasms, one after another. He finishes and pats my butt and tells me how he likes what I have and it pleases him.