

Dear Readers, 
I am submitting a real-life incident of my life.  Please do
not proceed beyond this warning, if you are below 18 years of age.  The
story is being submitted in parts.  If you have any comments, please feel
free to write to me at: 

nanditadd@rediffmail.com

-----------Manly massage : Part-1 -----------------------------------------------


I am an Indian (Bengali) housewife, aged 42 now. I wish to narrate a true incident in my life,
which happened nearly four years ago.

I had all along a very active and satisfying sex life with my husband, but around
five years back, a lingering back pain of mine spoilt my sex life completely. Whenever
we attempted, my pain used to be unbearable and finally we had to stop that. Although
my husband all along tried his best for my treatment and never expressed his sexual
frustrations before me, I could guess that he used to feel miserable. So was I.

I consulted a number of doctors. Most of them said that the pain was artharitic in nature
and there was no cure for this. At last, I consulted an ayurvedic doctor. He prescribed
a herbal medicine and advised me to have an oil massage in my back everyday. He said
that I should better get it done by someone who knows massaging fairly well. I liked his
advice, but who would do that for me ? 

We had a boyservant, called Bachchu, who used to work full-time in our house and help
me in cooking and other domestic works. He was quite young and if my guess goes right,
he must be around twenty then. Bachchu was quite dutiful, efficient and honest and 
because of these reasons, we liked him. I asked Bachchu if he knew someone who could
do the massage for me. Basically, I was looking for a woman to do this job. Bachchu
thought for a while and said he didn't know anyone. He suggested that he himself would
be able to do this job as he had worked in a massage parlour for a brief duration.

When I heard his suggestion, I simply blushed !! No, it's certainly not possible for
me to agree to this. Myself getting massaged by my servant - no, such a thing I could not
imagine. Still, I didn't say no to him immediately. I said I would ask his "babu"(my husband)
and then decide. When I told this to my husband, he said, "Nandita, you should have agreed
straightaway. If Bachchu himself knows massaging, I think that's going to be the best."
I tried to tell him how I blushed at this suggestion. He was annoyed, "Nandita, what is more
important for you ? Your lajja (shame) or getting relief from the pain ?" I agreed that
certainly the second one is more important for me. My husband looked happy. He said that
I should offer him Rs.50/- extra per month for this job.

Next morning, after my husband left for the office, I called Bachchu and told him about
my decision. He was happy that at last I have agreed to his suggestion. I told him about
the extra money. To this, he looked pretty embarassed. He said, "Masima, you may give me
anything else, but no money please. I'll love to do this service for you."

After finishing his domestic duties, Bachchu came to me. He asked if I was ready for the
massage. I was getting ready to apply hair oil on my hair myself, before he started the 
massage. Bachchu looked at me and then said "I can do that better ! Give the bottle to me."
He almost snatched it from my hand and told me to sit on the floor.
I was wearing a pink cotton saree with a matching
blouse. I love to put on pink dresses as that suits my fair complexion very well.
Bachchu sat behind me and loosened my lovely long, black hair and 
let it fall on the floor in a cascade. He started applying hair oil onto my hair. The whole
room got filled up with the sweet fragrance of the hair oil that I use. He praised my
long hair and caringly applied oil to my scalp and then put his fingers through the strands
of my hair. When he was massaging my scalp, I was trying to imagine how would he massage
my back ? Do I have to remove my blouse ? Oh, No ! I just shuddered to think that. Otherwise,
how, I wondered, would he massage my back ? I had a strange mixture of nervousness, shyness,
uneasiness and what not ! My heart began to throb as he was about to complete the massage with
hair oil. 

Bachchu applied the massage oil on his both palms and applied them on my forehead. I wondered
why he was massaging me there, as I never had any pain in that region. Bachchu told me that
massage is good for the body and it shouldn't be restricted to the pain region alone.
Actually, a good massage should always start from the top - that's what his trainer had told
him. He gently massaged my forehead and then my cheeks and chin. He softly applied oil on the
bridges of my nose and even cared to apply a bit of oil to my nostril openings. 
I relaxed and enjoyed what he was doing. He massaged my lips as well.  After that his hands
came close to my ears. He removed my ear rings. With a pair of Johnson buds, he carefully 
cleaned the interior of my ear and applied oil in every part of my external ear. My body was 
put to rest. It was so relaxing , so enjoyable. I wanted him to continue with my face for some 
more time, but Bachchu surely had more things to do. 

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