After 8 years as a practionar in the art of ‘personal massages’, I decided to write a manual for all girls seeking a great, well paying career. My goal was two fold. First was to pass on some of the tricks and techniques I had perfected, and second was to have you understand the utter sense of control and superiority that our profession allows us to have.
As a broke 19-year-old farm girl sipping coffee at the lunch counter of a local truck stop and in need of quick cash, I found or rather just happened to run into Jenny, a 40 something fleshy woman with some missing teeth; who took to me and assured me that I could make some fast money with almost no risk. Jenny was a full time truck-stop hand job matron. She made her living by climbing into the cabs of the semi’s and giving the drivers quick hand jobs. She told me that when she started her fee was $5 but now that price was up to $25 plus tip and she was able to do about 20 a day. I quickly calculated that this was over $500 cash a day, a fortune of money to me.
I was anxious to begin and Jenny, who loved the idea of her being my tutor, took me on as her protégé. Within a few minutes of sitting at the counter of the truck stop’s restaurant one of the truckers got up to leave and gave Jenny an almost imperceptible nod. She nudged me and we followed him out to the parking area. His eyes shown some concern when he saw two of us going with him and Jenny immediately put him at ease with “don’t worry dahlin’ you are still only paying for one, but your gonna be gittin two”. Up into the cab we went and shuffled to the sleeping area behind.
The driver shucked off his jeans and shorts and fell back on the mattress. Jenny climbed in and sat on the side of him, facing him. She motioned for me to get on the other side. She removed a zip lock bag from her bag and slipped on a pair of latex gloves. Quickly she had lube squirted onto her palm, making squishing sounds as she rubbed her hands and fingers together.
“Yeah honey, this cock looks primed and ready! Show me and my daughter how it can shoot”. With that she began a serious pumping of his cock, while rubbing his balls with his other hand. “I can feel you been waitin’ on me”, she chuckled softly to him “this ain’t gonna take long at all”.
Within a minute his breathing had deepened as he stared at her hands relentlessly sliding up and down. “Lets see if we just can’t hurry this along a bit”, she said. “Baby Doll”, she called over to me, “give my friend here a little bit of them sweet tits”. I hesitated for just a second, then with a growing impish smile on my face I lifted the hem of my t-shirt up and over my breasts, displaying my pink lace covered bra to his bulging eyes.
He groaned out loud and started to shoot his come. Jenny pumped him as she directed his cock to spurt over his stomach. After a few final weak spurts she pulled out a packet of Wet Ones and two folded paper towels.
“Ooh, that was nice honey, I know you liked it, especially that little extra my Baby Doll let you see” she said as she peeled off her gloves and quickly put everything back into her zip bag.
The driver grunted and reached for his pants, pulling 3 twenties out and giving it to Jenny. She said “thanks honey, see ya next time” and scampered out of the cab as he set about cleaning himself up. As we walked back to the restaurant she handed me $30. “That’s it”, I asked? She didn’t answer but just smiled, “We were in there for less than 4 minutes”, I declared. She just kept smiling. “Just don’t be yackin to every bottle blond bitch you meet or else we’ll soon have so much competition out here that the prices will go down” she laughed.
As we sat in a booth, Jenny formulated a training schedule for me. We worked together for 2 weeks, Jenny picking up the clients and then both of us going with them into the cabs. After three days of watching and flashing, I was ready to grab my first dick as a professional. Jenny claimed I took to it like a fish to water. We had been with a guy and she was in her normal position, stoking his cock, rubbing his balls when she told me to slip on a pair of gloves. His cock was already lubed when she passed it to me like a runner handing off a baton in a relay race It was hot to the touch and I could feel it pulsating. Within the next ten strokes he was cumming and Jenny had to reach over to point it so that it would shoot on him. I felt wonderful; a strange new feeling came over me and it was only later that I realized it was the first flush of felling powerful and in control.
We soon were doing over 40 hand jobs a day and as we climbed down from one cab, we would already be called over to another. Business was very very good and according to Jenny I was a very good student.
Whenever Jenny got into her teaching mode, she would get all serious and make me take notes. She had rules that she said she developed over the years, which kept her out of trouble and safe.
Jenny said her rules were divided into two groups; the ‘nevers’ and the ‘always”
Never go with a client if I had a bad vibe; never take my clothes off no matter how much money he offered. Never work without gloves. Never use my mouth. Never give credit, get the money first if you don’t know the guy. Never linger chatting with them after they’ve come. Never use my real name. Never kiss. Never wear skirts or dresses. Never hang around if you see cops. Never let them touch my body, never think you can have a real relationship with any of them and never let their cum on your body.
Her ‘always’ were more fun and satisfying. Always keep control. Always keep your money somewhere safe. Always leave huge tips for the waitresses in the restaurant. Always smile. Always make their cocks cum on themselves. Always encourage them with soft words. Always let them think they have the best cock you have ever jerked off. Always verbalize about how much cum they’ve shot, even when it is only a small amount.
I took her rules to heart, if they had worked for her, then I would adhere to them also.
Jenny moved on, leaving me on my own. I worked hard and long hours and soon had saved more money that I ever thought I could.
Without realizing it, I had set goals for myself, finding out how to jerk off men in the quickest most efficient manner possible , with the most satisfaction for me.
I soon bought a little trailer at the far corner of quiet trailer park and set up shop. It didn’t take long to develop a steady and growing clientle. Although they always came very fast and I could make quick money, I discouraged boys of less than 25 from seeing me. I didn’t want my name all over the high school. It was enough to have their fathers; I didn’t need the hell bent kids. I was able to weed out all those that were too loud, too drunk, or too macho; and worked on maintaining a basic stable of quiet married guys who usually just wanted some “stress release”.
The nice guys always got to come sweetly in my hands. I truly enjoyed the hand jobs I gave them and the relief I provided. The others, well the others I dealt with in different ways depending on my bitchiness.
- Stop and Go. Also called teasing and denial. I always let these clients know up front they were going to come, even though they would be put through some teasing. This knowledge gave them the feeling that they could withstand all the teasing because ultimately by the end of the session, they would have their relief. I jerked them off telling them that I loved to feel their cocks pulsating and hot in my hand. I worked quickly to get them to full hardness and up to the point of an imminent ejaculation. Then I backed off and let them cool down. This cycle was repeated over and over with me always getting them to think that this last time was going to be the climax for them. It was during these times that I really worked on my various techniques, taking particular care to observe every reaction and remember which combinations worked well. One that worked particularly well was my fist slowing down and holding their cocks at their base, pointed straight up. Then I would lower my face right over the tip and part my glossy lips and let my tongue peek out, making lapping movement with it. In a voice that was dark and low I would tell them that if they had come right then I would have been licking up their cum. Almost every guy would be shaking and his cock ready to burst but I would clamp tight at the base restraining the cum. After another few cycles I would ask innocently if they were ready for me to take their cum. They all groaned and of course answered “yes”. I told them that since they were so good I would keep my promise of releasing their cum. Then very slowly I would begin pumping, more firmly pausing as my hand reached the bottom of their shaft, then up again. I could not only feel their bodies tense, their legs brace and their breathing labored, I could also feel the cum within the walls of their cocks. When I knew they were quite ready I would give a particularly firm upward stroke and then on the way down I stopped and held their cocks, watching the tips. Without movement on my part, and with my hand clamped tightly, they were held immobile, with only their cocks pulsating. I would watch for the tip to expand and then a single drop of cum appeared. “There”, they would shout, ‘I’m coming, take the rest of it”. I would continue to hold them firmly, feeling the ejaculation held back under my fingers. After a few seconds, when the impending orgasm was leaving them I would relax my fingers and smile and say, “That was great.” Invariably they would argue that they hadn’t come but I would turn my smile into a frown and claim that I had indeed taken their cum out, just as I had promised. Just look at it! The frustration level on their faces was so strong that I always found myself holding back a laugh. They complained and whined that it wasn’t enough and my answer was always the same. I explained that I had indeed taken out some cum for them and my responsibility was over, however if they felt they wanted more of an ejaculation then it would be without me assisting; my work was done. At this point almost all become desperate and after pleading with me to relieve them I would casually comment that I didn’t want to see them suffer so I would allow them to orgasm. But before they could get comfortable, I had them get off the table and come over to the rubber mat I had on the floor. I pushed them down in a kneeling position in front of a mirror and stood next to them, our eyes reflecting back to each other in the mirror. “Here boy”, I would say in a commanding voice. “This is where I get to see all my boys come. You want to come, you need to jerk yourself off.” The looks on their faces were precious as the confusion soon ended and they understood what I wanted to see. I again put on a big smile and in a softer voice said, “show me now or you can leave.” Hands flew to cocks and soon they were pumping away while watching my reflection in the mirror. As they began to come I would have my hand in their hair playing with them and say things like ‘that’s a good puppy, that’s how I want to see you come, look at your cock.” Their eyes would go down to their cocks and they could not take their eyes off their cocks as the come started flying onto the mat in front of them. When they were spent, the only thing they wanted to do was preserve a little dignity and I was there to make sure they had absolutely none. I took a box of tissues and handed them out one at a time to them, ordering them to get the mat cleaned first. As they wiped up the cum they tossed the used tissues in the trash and I’d give them another. When the floor was cleaned I told them they could clean themselves. Over time I had learned to buy the cheapest, flimsiest tissues so that when they tried to wipe off the sticky cum from their cocks, pieces of tissue broke and got stuck to their cocks. Using more tissues only made the situation worse. I prodded them to hurry as they were way past their times. I knew I had successfully completed my mission when I saw them stuffing wet, damp cocks with dangling tissue paper flags into their pants. A variation of this conclusion included them agreeing to eat their cum before being given permission to cum. As they came I reached down with a latex gloved hand and caught their ejaculate. Adding more humiliation to the scene, I waited until the entire orgasm was complete and they had begun to come down from their high, to make them lick off all traces of the cum. All cum had to be swallowed in my presence, and the threat of not letting them back again usually was enough to insure complete obedience. Another different ending consisted of my stopping them before coming and telling them time was up. I would insist they stop and get their cocks into their pants and leave, all the while verbally humiliating them that they couldn’t come fast enough and had already used more than their alloted time. Even begging to pay more in order to stay and finish was not allowed, I claimed my next client was due at any moment. In any event I realized that my own satisfaction was in direct relation to the feelings of humiliation I could leave them with. This whole group I considered my puppy dogs, willing to follow every humiliating instruction.
- Ruination of the Cum. This was a practice that was reserved as punishment for my puppies that needed to be reminded who had the power of control. It was so effective because it began like any other jerk off session, only I knew the ending was going to be quite different from what they expected. It was my practice to always use water-based lubrication. This tended to dry out and needed to be refreshed often. As I felt my hands begin to drag I would always apply more, the new cooling sensation actually helping my puppies hurry along their orgasm. Just before feeling the onset of their orgasms, I would begin to complain to the puppies in this group about their behavior, telling them I was probably being too nice to them, doing all the work for them. I would work myself up and coordinate the apex of my anger with the moment of their first ejaculation. Just as the first spurt began to form under the tip of their cocks I would release their cocks and stare down in anger at them. As that first spurt released I would say in a cold voice, “and now you insult me by shooting your cock? You’re disgusting”. Then I turned and walked away. Their confusion was hilarious. They were unsure as to why I was so angry and by focusing on my anger they cycled through too much of their orgasm and could not even reclaim it by their own hands. Their frustration and humiliation at not being able to come and then seeing a small puddle of cum soiling their legs made my pussy ache with pleasure. I would order them to get dressed and leave, and warned them without specifics that their attitude better change or I would not take them back.
- Destruction of the Cum. This is a variation on the ruination that I mentioned already. However, in this scene my goal is to make their cum as painful and as humiliating as possible. Each session begins with these puppies believing they will have the best orgasm of their lives. As they get excited and I use my right hand for pumping their shafts, I move my left hand over the head of their cock using my palm to rub back and forth over the tip along with the sensitive underside, just behind the head. While full of lubricant, this can be quite enjoyable, but as the lube wears away I keep rubbing the tip with slightly firmer pressure until I see their facial expressions begin to change. My puppies always hesitate to complain until the last moment, so before they can verbalize I apply more lube. The cooling sensation of the new dose of lube masks the irritation that has already been done to their tips. I do this over and over and soon the only way to hide the now severe irritation is by more frequent uses of the lube and a firmer stroke on their cock’s shaft, focusing their minds on their impending come. I bring their cum up their cocks and keep it waiting until I feel my left hand again in need of lube. I hurry the stroking of their cocks and as they tense in anticipation of a wonderful orgasm, I increase the friction on their tips. As their cocks begin their spurting I am dragging my hand all over the head, making sure I have gotten good contact on the head and irritation all around. Their cum is forced up into my palm and is rubbed back down, to run over their cock while also acting as an additional lubricant. As the size of the cock subsides I continue my massage of the head and very quickly my puppies begin to vocalize their pain, quickly forgetting their bliss of the previous moment. I remove my hands and complement them on such a fine amount of come, regardless of the actual amount. I tell them how I felt their entire body enjoy the orgasm, and with a big satisfied smile on my face I exclaim it was probably one of the best I had ever witnessed. My puppies are unable to reconcile my words with the sensations they now are feeling. The tips of their cocks are quite hot, irritated and they have a deep sensation of the need to urinate. As they excuse themselves to rush to the bathroom I know they will soon be in pain. As their urine flushes through their urethral tube the burning pain becomes unbearable. I call in to them, ‘Honey are you OK”? and they usually mutter something about being right out. Sometimes I wish I could experience the same pain, just to know exactly how it feels; but the comments of my puppies are enough to make me not so serious in this wish. They come out of the bathroom bent over and saying that maybe I irritated the heads of their cocks. My reaction is to be imperious and challenge them with taunts, questioning if they think that perhaps I have forgotten how to give a good handjob and maybe if they don’t think I can provide a perfect handjo they should look for someone else. My puppies are of one mind, they all grovel and apologize saying they want to continue with me, but at this point they are usually turning around and heading for the bathroom again. The beauty of what I like to call my ‘tip control’ is that the sensation to urinate stays with them for about 2 hours. They stand at the toilet holding their cocks and only a few painful dribbles of urine comes burning out of them. The exterior is quite sensitive and even pulling their pants on is uncomfortable. Of course I play into this and when they come out I tell them they are forgiven for questioning me and “besides”, I tell them, “I just love this man cock of yours”, as I take a full handful of their cock through their pants and fondle it roughly. Of course this sets them off again and they return to the toilet for another attempt to relieve the urination sensation. It is too funny and it is amazing to me that later that day, they are already calling for their next appointment.
- Forceful degradation of their Cum. There are times when a puppy needs some very forceful reinforcement of who is in control. I usually try to avoid this particular scene because it is so violent and outside of my nature. However, I learned that to keep control of my puppies they sometimes needed to know that I would go beyond my own boundaries in order to punish them when necessary. Usually after a cum ruination or a cum destruction my puppies have finally gotten the message that I will not tolerate misbehavior and they begin acting in a respectful manner. Sometimes though, a puppy needs to feel more macho and wants to accomplish this at my expense. Then it is time for this extreme procedure. The last time I utilized it was two months ago. After a client received a degradation of his cum and suffered the agony of a burning cock for a few hours, he called me. “Don’t think I don’t know what you did, you bitch”, he began. ‘I wont tolerate that crap and you need to remember just who pays who here”. Before I could answer he said to mark him down for the next Friday and he better see some different results. I hung up in shock. Apparently he understood the burning in his cock was intentionally inflicted and his male ego needed to exhibit that it was in control of me. I went from shock to anger and then to a cold hearted control of my senses. When he appeared on Friday I was my old sweet self, hoping that he had come to his senses. I had decided that if he immediately apologized for his outburst I would completely forgive him and in fact I was prepared to give him a wonderful relaxing orgasm where he would drift off into the sheer pleasure of a strong ejaculation. He didn’t say a word to me until he was on the table and I had the lube working in my hands. “Listen”, he said, “I was upset when I spoke to you earlier this week. My cock was still painful and I held you responsible. I shouldn’t even be here but I decided to give your worthless ass one more chance to see if you could concentrate and use your trailer-trash jerk off skills to give me a half decent handjob. That’s not too much to ask is it? If I remember this relationship correctly I am the client and you are here to serve me. Got it?” Now if he stopped there I probably would have still forgiven him, I understood the sustained burning in his cock that I had created was not easily forgotten. However he had to add the one word that insulted me more than any other. He added, “Bitch” as his final word. That did it, this puppy was going to get something he would always remember and even though I knew I would lose a client, I would maintain my self-respect. I listened to every word, not interrupting until he was finished. I spoke in a respectful voice when I told him to give me another chance to show him what I could do. With a haughty ‘that’s much better’, he dropped his guard and settled back on the table. I massaged him with all my attention focused on giving him a perfect come. I urged him on with my words as my hands worked in tandem. I made sure to keep away from his still sensitive tip. His body was in a relaxed state as he felt the first primal urges to ejaculate begin to filter into his brain. I kept up the commentary, promising him something special, something he never experienced before and never would forget. The puppy was completely ignorant of what was about to happen and even before I could soften my heart and perhaps change my plans for him, he uttered ‘it better be the best you ever gave’, again punctuating his remark with a final ‘bitch’. That did it; this puppy was going to suffer. I felt every bulge in his cock as he started to strain while his cum made its way up the interior of his shaft, seeking the daylight to begin spurting. On and on I encouraged him and then I pounced. With my concentration at its sharpest I timed myself to act just prior to the spurting but just after the tip expanded to release the cum. My puppy was helpless, clueless and about to learn a lesson about his place with a woman. I had lifted my hand off his balls after pulling them way down in his sack, away from his body. As he tensed, just before they started to retract, I balled my hand into a fist, lifted it up to my shoulder and let it fly down. I heard the contact of my hand on his flesh before he could react. I had driven my fist down into his scrotum, making sure I caught both testicles under my knuckles. I had taken a deep breath, and even lifted myself unto my toes to get even greater leverage into my thrust. The momentum of my driving fist went clear through to the padded tabletop. I knew I had smashed one ball completely and if lucky I would have gotten both. He froze, and then screamed as I saw the first string of pearly cum arch out, away from his body. He could not catch his breath as I looked down into his eyes and with a brilliant smile on my face I asked, ‘who’s the bitch now, bitch?” I called 911 and told them there had been an accident. A safe had fallen unto someone's crotch and I thought they should hurry. My aim had been pretty accurate and I had indeed smashed both balls under my fist. The sheer feeling of control and strength was overpowering and I couldn’t refrain from a continuing humiliating steam of taunts. I did of course lose this client but I realized he would never be a client of anyone else again.
Ladies, if there is one thought that I wantcoming through in all my writings it is: Control. Get it, and keep it. And oh yes, when I myself needed a good man, I would remember all of my puppies and settle down with my faithful vibrator and a supply of batteries. Good Luck Ladies!
