Master
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Hands On Therapy
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"Hello, Padawan. Did you have a pleasurable evening?"
"Master! Why are you still up?"
"One of the advantages to being a Jedi Master, Obi-Wan, is being able to set your own bedtime. And I asked you a question."
"Yes, Master, I had a nice evening. But you should be resting, not still working on that report. You are still recovering, remember."
"Thank you for that timely reminder."
"So, how did it go with the Council?"
"Don't even ask."
"That badly?"
"I told you not to ask."
"I see. And how is your knee feeling?"
"It's fine, Obi-Wan."
"Then, why are you limping?"
"What is this, twenty questions? And I am not limping."
"Well, it certainly looks like you're limping."
"I assure you, I am not.
"Hmm. Well, I have just the thing for you."
"Whatever it is, Padawan, I don't want any."
"Oh, but Master, this is something you need."
"I don't need anything, Obi-Wan, except a little peace and quiet to finish my report."
"Oh, no. You need this. You just don't realize it yet."
(a sigh) "I know I'll regret this, but what, precisely, is it that I need?"
"Come with me and I'll show you."
"This doesn't involve any noisy vid-games or bath soaps that bubble, does it?"
"Come with me and find out."
"Very well, Padawan, I'm coming." (quieter, almost to himself) "I'll never get you to shut up if I don't play along."
"I heard that, Master."
"Obi-Wan, what are we doing in your bedroom?"
"You'll see. Take off your pants."
(a startled pause) "I beg your pardon."
"Begging won't be necessary, my Master. Just take off your pants."
"But, why . . .?"
"Will you just take off your damn pants?"
"Padawan! Watch your language!"
"I apologize, Master. But does everything have to be a battle with you?"
"Okay. There. My pants are off. Now are you happy?"
"Deliriously. Now, lie down on the bed."
"Padawan, what in the nine Sith hells is this about?"
"My, my! Now who needs to watch their language? If you'll just lie down, you'll see."
(enormous sigh) "Fine. I'm lying down. Now what?"
"Let me just get this . . ."
"What is that?"
"Umm, massage oil."
"Well, what do you plan to . . .? Oh, no! Oh, no, no, no, Padawan! If you're about to do what I think you're about to do, I don't want you to."
"Why not?"
"Well, for one thing, because my knee is ---"
(raised eyebrows) "Might the word you're looking for be 'sore'?"
"Of course not! I told you, it's perfectly ---"
(interrupting) ". . . fine. Yes. So you've said."
"Padawan! I said I don't want you to do this!"
"Don't knock it until you've tried it, Master. I promise not to hurt you. Now just relax. This is going to feel good."
"Somehow I doubt that. Have you ever done this before? I mean, you know, with someone else?"
"Sure. Lots of times."
(two raised eyebrows) "Really?!"
"Why does that surprise you?"
(a shrug) "I don't know. You've always seemed so --- so ---"
"Prudish?"
"No, actually. I was thinking --- ohhh --- more of 'private.'"
"There now. Doesn't that feel good?"
"Well, yes. I have to admit, though, Obi-Wan, that this whole thing is making me more than a little bit uncomfortable."
"Yes, Master, I noticed. At least try to relax. I don't bite."
"Ha ha. Ohhhh, yes. Right there."
"Is that the spot?"
"Yes. I --- oooooh, yes."
"See? I told you you'd like it."
"Yes, well --- OWWW! Padawan, that hurts!"
"Relax and breathe through it, Master. The more you relax the less it will hurt."
"Owww! Padawan! You said it wouldn't hurt!"
"Did I? I was apparently mistaken."
"Obi-Wan, please! Your fingers ---"
"Too hard?"
"Yes, I'll say too hard! Just don't do it quite so hard, please. I mean, you have to let me have a chance to get used to this!"
"I'm sorry, Master. You'll enjoy this more the next time we do it."
"Next time? There's going to be a next time?"
"Oh, yes. We're going to be doing this a lot over the next few days, I should think."
(mumbled) "Oh, wonderful! That's just what I wanted to hear."
"I thought you said it felt good."
"It did, at first. But this --- mmmm --- this is a little too much, Obi-Wan. I don't think I want to do this again."
"You'll get used to it."
"Why? Why should I have to get used to it?!"
"Because, you need it."
"And who, precisely, says that I need it?"
"Your healer."
"You talked to the healer about me?!"
"Yes, Master. This morning. I stopped by there and asked ---"
"And what, pray tell, gives you the right to talk to my healer about me, Padawan?!"
"Because I care about you. And I want you to feel better."
"I feel fine!"
"Yes, well, you'll feel better after this."
"Not if you keep --- OWWW! Obi-Wan! That's --- ooooohhhh, that's, um, that's . . ."
"Better?"
"Yes. Better. You can, mmmm, do that a little harder."
"Harder? Like this?"
"Yes. And a little faster, I think."
"Like this?"
"Oh, yes . . . oh, gods, that feels . . . "
"What about this?"
"Mmmmmm."
"And this? What about over here?"
"Mmmmmm hmmm. You said we're going to do this how often?"
(another chuckle) "Often."
"Good."
"You know, you may change your mind when you try walking."
"Really? Somehow I doubt that. Oooohhhhh, yes, right there. That's, ummmmm, oh, yes. That feels soooo, mmmmmm."(a pause) "Wait. You're finished already? I mean, that's it?"
"That's it. We'll do it again after dinner, okay?"
"But I didn't --- umm, I'm not ready for you to stop."
(a laugh) "And to think you didn't even want to do this. But that really is enough for now. You should rest. We shall finish after dinner."
(mumbled very softly) "If I can wait that long."
(another chuckle) "Rest, and I will fix us something to eat."
"Fine, Padawan. Whatever you think is best."
"I'm really glad you're being so cooperative about this, Master. A few more sessions like this and we're going to have that sore knee of yours as good as new!"
"Yes. I can't believe how much that massage helped. Thank you, Obi- Wan."
"You're quite welcome, Master."
The End