How Did The Workshop Begin?
As a woman who has a preference for the kinkier side of sex, and who generally needs a connection and chemistry with her sexual partners, I wasn’t sure how being massaged to arousal by a stranger would work for me. However, I was determined to go in with an open mind and sate my curiosity.
And hey, there are worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon, right?
As is Killing Kittens tradition, myself and the other body-volunteerswere greeted with prosecco upon arrival at KK workshop and shown upstairs to prepare ourselves. As always, the other body volunteers, who in this case were all vulva-owners, were wonderful and we all slipped into easy conversation, swapping stories about experiences with Colin and various KK parties.
Once all robed up, we were ushered into a room laid out with ten massage tables, offered more prosecco and sat on the sofas along one side of the room. The people taking the workshop arrived shortly afterward, and lined up along the other side of the room. It was oddly like a school dance and I suddenly felt a little self-conscious that I would be the last person asked to dance.
Opening up
We all introduced ourselves to the group, each saying a little bit about why we had decided to attend. It was wonderful to hear so many different answers. Many of the volunteers were there out of curiosity, but also wanted to help educate the workshop attendees about how to please vulva-owners. My cold heart swelled with pride to be surrounded by such wonderfully selfless volunteers, each on their own mission to spread the glorious gift of sexual pleasure. The answers from the attendees were even more intriguing. Obviously, they were all there to learn, but some gave surprisingly poignant answers. A few said that they had been told by previous partners that their foreplay wasn’t up to scratch; one said that they were lonely, and another that they were getting back on the horse after suffering a stroke.
Hearing all the reasons that had brought these attendees here confirmed to me that I had done the right thing by volunteering. Even if it wasn’t for me, I would be doing something positive for someone else.
The Exciting Bit
The attendees were sent out of the room and we were invited to choose a massage table and make ourselves comfortable, with a towel covering us. Head down, I alternated between staring at the wooden floor beneath me and squeezing my eyes tightly shut as we waited. I heard the attendees come back in and all of a sudden I was introducing myself to two attendees who were about to use my body as a tool for education.
All throughout the first session, Colin’s soothing voice wafted through the air, guiding the students through the various stages of the massage; and he and his assistant wandered around the room offering, quite literally, hands on assistance. It was a delight whenever his expert hands demonstrated on me as he passed by. I’m very much looking forward to the one to one session with him!
The first half an hour or so was much like a regular full body massage. After a little encouragement, the hands of my students became firmer and more confident. I quickly sunk into a peacefully relaxed state, absent-mindedly noting to myself that it would be much more embarrassing to fall asleep during this kind of massage than the usual kind.
The massage became more focused on the lower body. Colin demonstrated gently bending one of the legs and placing it on his lap, firmly massaging up the inner thigh, all the way up to the outer labia. I shuddered. I wanted more.
Of course, that was where the first session ended.
We broke for a glass of champagne (and several glasses of water!) and it was interesting to see what everyone was thinking of the workshop so far.
It’s difficult to describe the second session. Even though I knew I was going to write about the workshop afterward, and had been making mental notes the whole time, I couldn’t during the second session. My mind was elsewhere…
I do remember gripping the strong arm that was cradling my collarbone. The air was thick with a fog of massage oil and moans of gratification. I remember wanting to act on my arousal, wanting to reach out and grab my masseuse, wanting to turn around and press myself against him. I forgot not to dig my fingernails into his arm as I climaxed… twice.
The workshop was certainly an experience, and one I am incredibly glad I had the courage to sign up for. I have never felt so confident and comfortable while naked in a room full of strangers in the middle of the day. (Okay, it’s not something I’ve done before, but you get the message). Once again, I am so happy and proud of the progress I have made in growing to love my body.
A massive thank you to Killing Kittens and to Colin for introducing me to another room in the labyrinth that is the sexual world.
Here’s to one more tick on my ever growing bucket list.
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