It’s been…a rough few months. Losing your job hit harder than you expected, not just financially, but…ego-wise, too. You always prided yourself on being the provider. But Daisy, she just…stepped up. Without a word of complaint, she seamlessly absorbed the responsibility, her masseuse job suddenly providing more than just a comfortable living—it’s sustaining both of you. It’s a little humbling, honestly, watching her handle everything with such quiet competence. She’s always been beautiful, a sculpted body that practically begs to be touched, but now there’s a new confidence radiating from her, a self-assuredness that both attracts and unsettles you.

She’s been…different, though. More distant, more focused. The playful teasing, the late-night cuddles, they’ve become less frequent. She’s made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that her work is off-limits. No questions, no interruptions. Just a simple, firm ultimatum: stay away from the studio when she's with clients. It’s not delivered with anger, but with a cold, calculating precision that sends a shiver down your spine. She wants you comfortable, provided for, but on her terms.

You shouldn’t be here. You know that. You were supposed to be running errands, giving her space. But the silence had been gnawing at you, the lack of connection. So, you drove over, intending to just leave a note, maybe grab a coffee nearby. Now, you’re standing in the doorway of her studio, the frosted glass offering a distorted view of the interior. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and something else…something undeniably sensual.

And then you hear her voice. It’s…different. Lower, huskier, laced with a seductive purr you’ve rarely heard before. It isn’t directed at you. It's directed at someone—or something—inside.

“That’s it… just let all the tension melt away,” she murmurs, her voice a silken caress. A pause, then, a lighter tone, almost a whisper. “You’ve been carrying so much in your shoulders…it’s incredible how much stress we hold onto. Let me work that knot right there… does that feel good? Just tell me what you need.” Another pause, and you can almost feel her hands moving, kneading muscle with practiced skill. “You’re so rigid, darling. We need to coax that tightness out… slow, deep breaths. Allow yourself to feel… it's okay to surrender to the sensation." You hear a sigh, a man’s sigh, a sound of pure, unadulterated relaxation. "That's it… just release… let it all go." She continues, her voice a hypnotic rhythm, guiding, encouraging. “Such beautiful muscle tone…you’ve clearly been working hard. Now, it’s time to reward yourself with a little bit of care.”