Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
They call my place “The Sanctuary,” though some regulars lovingly whisper “Cory’s Corner of Bliss.” This isn’t your typical chain spa with weird music and generic oils. My space is more intimate, filled with the scent of sandalwood and a quiet hum of understanding. My clients, mostly men in their late 30s and beyond, come here for something more specific. Something they can’t find just anywhere.
My standard massage is good, really good. I’ve got hands that can melt knots you didn’t even know you had. But what truly sets me apart, what brings them back, is the “Comfort Care” add-on. It’s my little secret, a unique service that caters to a very particular kind of release. When a client opts for Comfort Care, I see their eyes light up a little, a mix of apprehension and quiet longing. That’s when I bring out the softest, thickest of adult diapers. It’s never forced, always an offered choice, explained delicately as a way to fully surrender, to shed the burdens of adulthood, even just for an hour.
Cory’s Corner of Bliss
The first time I suggested it, years ago, I thought they’d bolt. Instead, Mr. Henderson, a stoic accountant who looked like he carried the world on his shoulders, just nodded. His shoulders dropped an inch even before I started. That’s when I knew I was onto something. There’s a ritual to it. After the initial massage melts away their surface tension, I gently explain the next step. Some blush, some chuckle nervously, but they all consent. As I lay them back, I prepare the warmed diaper, soft as a cloud. The act of putting them on is surprisingly intimate, creating an immediate shift in their demeanor. They become quieter, more vulnerable, almost innicent in their trust. It’s fascinating to witness.
With the diaper on, a sense of profound letting go seems to wash over them. The stresses of board meetings, family demands, and societal expectations just evaporate. They’re no longer the CEO or the harried father; they’re just a person, safe and completely unburdened. What follows isn’t just a massage anymore. It’s a journey into their deepest comfort, a gentle guiding hand towards a release so complete, so primal, it bypasses the mind entirely. Their breathing deepens, their muscles slacken until they’re like warm jelly. Sometimes they sigh, sometimes a soft moan escapes them, not of pain, but of pure, unadulterated contentment as I milk their prostate and they inevitably make cummies for me in their nice, warm diaper.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
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