They start with a warm mineral bath to clean and relax you. Then the actual massage begins." She had a sexy smile while she explained the next part. "...They give us robes to wear, but the massage is done in the nude, no towels to cover you." I was a little taken aback by the prospect of some guy working my muscles while I was completely naked, but I was here, wasn't I? I couldn't back out now, not after all the expense and planning it took to get the reservation. "Anyway," Jayne continued, "It's. He was very gentle and coached me along the way. Eventually I was all the way in and and he leaned down, one hand on the bench and one between his legs keeping me inside him. He gradually started to move some and and encouraged me to do the same and we hit a little bit of a rhythm. He was very encouraging, telling me how good I was ding and how good it felt inside him. At some point my hand went from holding his hips to his chest (He may have guided it there) and I first played with his. It was like an arrow only with rubber suction cups on the end. They didn’t really hurt her but they did make the bells ring, which in turn caused more pain in her bosoms and cunt. The arrows never stuck to her although no doubt that was the intent. To stay on her skin they would have to hit just the right area. Her master seemed intent on doing just that. Arrows kept coming but mercifully most missed. Cindi could only remain still hoping his aim got worse rather then better. Each time one hit. He approached me very slowly as I curled myself up on my bed with fear, he sat next to me and watched me for a second, his eyes burning my senses. It was only then I spoke, I seemed to mutter out a "are you ok?" And he started to hit me, he pinned me down on the floor and kicked me repeatedly. The relationship got very violent after this night and he began to abuse me, both verbally and physically. I couldn't leave because I was petrified of what he might do. I felt tiny. He began to come.