For the past year, I have been experiencing anorexia, and my weight, which used to be 43-44 kilograms, has recently dropped below 40 kilograms.
Despite undergoing tests at an internal medicine clinic, no issues were found, and I was told it was due to stress. However, I don't feel stressed at work or in my personal life.
I can't eat, my health isn't improving, and my weight keeps dropping.
My back, waist, and lower abdomen are tense and painful. During this time, I found a flyer in the mailbox of my apartment building.
The flyer advertised "Qi Gong through Massage and Acupressure" for 3000 yen for 30 minutes, which caught my attention.
Since it was nearby, I decided to give it a try.
I made an appointment for 7:30 PM, so I went there after work.
I walked down the stairs of a house-like building and entered through the door. "Please wait behind the curtain until your appointment time," I was told.
I arrived a little early and waited. Shortly after 7:30, I heard the sound of a sturdy door opening.
I heard a man and a woman talking. The woman said, "Thank you," and the man replied, "Take care."
The flyer mentioned that the Qi Gong was for menopausal and women's issues, so I assumed the practitioner would be a woman.
The curtain was opened, and I was greeted with, "Yes, Yuka, please come in."
The practitioner was a man dressed in a white Samue-style outfit!
He entered through the sturdy door, which closed with a solid sound.
There was a desk and a three-seater sofa. I sat alone on the spacious sofa and explained my health issues.
I talked about the stiffness in my back and waist, my anorexia, and the tension in my lower abdomen. He asked me to lie face down on the bed.
The bed had some sort of air cushion with elasticity.
When he asked if I could remove my top, I agreed and lay down in my pink camisole.
He massaged and applied acupressure to my back and waist, which felt very pleasant.
The Qi Gong massage made me feel refreshed.
When he asked if he could slightly lower the hook and zipper of my skirt, I agreed.
He slid his hand under my skirt from behind and massaged my buttocks over my pantyhose, which felt good.
When I turned over, he massaged my lower abdomen over my camisole, saying it would help release toxins and negative energy.
He inserted his hand from the front of my loosened skirt and massaged my lower abdomen over my pantyhose. Although it felt a bit risky, it was pleasant.
He massaged my clitoris area over my pantyhose, and I couldn't help but moan.
The session ended after about 25 minutes, and I felt much lighter and more comfortable.
Of course, I made another appointment for the following week.
I lay face down on the elastic air cushion bed in my camisole, and the massage felt great.
He lowered the hook and zipper of my skirt and inserted his hand deeper than the previous week, massaging my buttocks over my pantyhose.
I couldn't help but moan, "Ah, ah, that's embarrassing."
But the practitioner asked, "Does it hurt or feel good?" which was different from what I had said.
So I replied, "Yes, it feels good," and he continued the Qi Gong over my clitoris area.
Even when I turned over, he massaged my lower abdomen over my camisole and pantyhose.
He encouraged me to make more noise to release negative energy.
Although I was embarrassed, I couldn't help but moan loudly.
That night, I felt better and was able to eat.
The Qi Gong massage helped release toxins and negative energy, making me feel better.
I made another appointment, this time for 9 PM.
I wondered if I was being perverted, as I felt aroused even though he was massaging me over my pantyhose.
I changed into a dress after returning home and lay on the bed in my slip and pantyhose.
The massage felt the same on my back and waist, but he also massaged my lower body and buttocks more intensely over my pantyhose.
I couldn't help but moan louder than usual.
My bikini area became wet with arousal.
The practitioner noticed and encouraged me to make more noise to release negative energy.
He used a vibrator on my back and waist, which felt good.
He lightly grasped my slip and bra, making me moan.
He inserted his hand into my pantyhose and massaged my bikini area, making me feel aroused.
He then inserted a hard, erect penis into my vagina, making me moan.
I felt a sharp sensation in my uterus.
The practitioner ejaculated inside me, making me moan and feel like I was going to climax.
He continued, making me climax multiple times.
After about an hour, he told me he had taken Viagra and ejaculated seven times, which was a record for him.
I was too embarrassed to say it, but I had climaxed about 20 times.
The practitioner's semen made my vagina feel sticky and wet.
The elastic air cushion bed made me feel like I was bouncing and seeking more.
I moaned loudly without hesitation, feeling different from masturbation.
The next time, I wore a sheer red bikini and a black slip with suspenders over my pantyhose.
The practitioner ejaculated seven times inside me again.
I got my period two days later and continued the sessions after it ended.
I felt physically and mentally comfortable afterward, so I still go there.
Despite being 36 years old and having a body that is just skin and bones, the sessions make me feel better.
Experiencing such intense sexual pleasure improves my health.
Unlike masturbation, where I anticipate climaxing, the sessions make me climax suddenly and intensely.
I moan loudly, feeling both pleasure and pain.
I wonder how other 36-year-old women handle their sexual desires.
I prefer being massaged in my underwear, as my body is too thin and bony to be seen naked.
The practitioner tells me I'm beautiful and sexy.
He finds my semi-long hair, pantyhose-clad legs, and moaning face attractive.
Despite my thin waist and bony body, he says I have a feminine physique.
I've realized that I have a strong submissive fetish and am a perverted woman.
