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skyringKerri signed us up for a massage course, held over two Saturdays at Canberra Institute of Technology in Bruce. Introductory stuff, of course, but the massages we had at Ayers Rock were delightful, and it would be sweet if we could learn some of the moves for private consumption.
There were eleven of us assembled, amongst other classrooms full of more cerebral subjects such as Business Plan Writing and How to Build a Deck. Five couples of assorted ages and acquaintances, and one instructor, Jodie, a professional masseuse.
Five massage tables set up, we all brought towels and pillows, grabbed coffee and listened to the intro. As I'd only had a few hours sleep since ending my Friday night shift, I really really needed my coffee. The chance of falling asleep on the table was high, but not something I was going to stress over.
The aim of the course was to teach us how to give a relaxation massage, with the climax of the instruction a full-body massage sequence which we could take home and use as appropriate. The course proceeded in body chunks, with Jodie grabbing a willing volunteer, demonstrating the techniques, and then sending us off to try it out on our partners, taking turns. Backs, arms, legs, heads, rolling it out in sequence.
Jodie began with arms and hands, "effloraging" the muscles and tendons. "Repeat this stroke for each finger, working from the wrist out," she told us, suiting her actions to the words. A groan of delight came from the figure on the table as she demonstrated.
"Ah, that's a rule of thumb, is it?" I asked innocently. There were more groans from the students.
Kerri started work on me. I lay down and presented my arm for massage.
"Hold the forearm up, supporting the wrist, elbow on the table, use a Chinese Burn movement to knead the muscles," Jodie reminded us.
Chinese burns with massage oil are nothing like the old schoolyard torture. Kerri held up my hand, twisting it this way and that as she worked on my forearm. I formed my hand into a curious meerkat, scanning the veldt for danger. This way, that way...
"Stop it!" Kerri commanded.
I made my hand into Kermit the sockpuppet, little and index fingers popping up into froggly eyes, thumb and fingers talking, "Yes, lady. Good hand technique there!"
I closed my own eyes and moaned as the pressure grew firmer and faster. My hand collapsed, Kermit and meerkat hanging limp in dangling fingers.
Backs were next, and again I was Kerri's subject with Jodie commenting. "Here's where you can get some good kneading moves going," she said. "Grab alternate handfuls of flesh and gently squeeze it. Lots of material there to work with."
I resolved to cut down on the carbs a little.
Feet: "That's a good healing technique?" I asked.
Head and faces: "What if the subject has a beard?" another student enquired. "You'll have to adapt the strokes," Jodie advised.
"What if the subject has a three day growth?" I was keen to explore all the options.
"Wear gloves."
Oh it was such fun! I had endless opportunities to make puns on body parts, I had the delight of Kerri (and occasionally Jodie) stroking and kneading my quivering flesh, and then I got to caress Kerri, oiling her up and listening to the sighs of pleasure that provided instant feedback.
We finished up each day just limp, so relaxed that nothing could bother us for the rest of the weekend.
Now to find a massage table and put all that training to good use!
There were eleven of us assembled, amongst other classrooms full of more cerebral subjects such as Business Plan Writing and How to Build a Deck. Five couples of assorted ages and acquaintances, and one instructor, Jodie, a professional masseuse.
Five massage tables set up, we all brought towels and pillows, grabbed coffee and listened to the intro. As I'd only had a few hours sleep since ending my Friday night shift, I really really needed my coffee. The chance of falling asleep on the table was high, but not something I was going to stress over.
The aim of the course was to teach us how to give a relaxation massage, with the climax of the instruction a full-body massage sequence which we could take home and use as appropriate. The course proceeded in body chunks, with Jodie grabbing a willing volunteer, demonstrating the techniques, and then sending us off to try it out on our partners, taking turns. Backs, arms, legs, heads, rolling it out in sequence.
Jodie began with arms and hands, "effloraging" the muscles and tendons. "Repeat this stroke for each finger, working from the wrist out," she told us, suiting her actions to the words. A groan of delight came from the figure on the table as she demonstrated.
"Ah, that's a rule of thumb, is it?" I asked innocently. There were more groans from the students.
Kerri started work on me. I lay down and presented my arm for massage.
"Hold the forearm up, supporting the wrist, elbow on the table, use a Chinese Burn movement to knead the muscles," Jodie reminded us.
Chinese burns with massage oil are nothing like the old schoolyard torture. Kerri held up my hand, twisting it this way and that as she worked on my forearm. I formed my hand into a curious meerkat, scanning the veldt for danger. This way, that way...
"Stop it!" Kerri commanded.
I made my hand into Kermit the sockpuppet, little and index fingers popping up into froggly eyes, thumb and fingers talking, "Yes, lady. Good hand technique there!"
I closed my own eyes and moaned as the pressure grew firmer and faster. My hand collapsed, Kermit and meerkat hanging limp in dangling fingers.
Backs were next, and again I was Kerri's subject with Jodie commenting. "Here's where you can get some good kneading moves going," she said. "Grab alternate handfuls of flesh and gently squeeze it. Lots of material there to work with."
I resolved to cut down on the carbs a little.
Feet: "That's a good healing technique?" I asked.
Head and faces: "What if the subject has a beard?" another student enquired. "You'll have to adapt the strokes," Jodie advised.
"What if the subject has a three day growth?" I was keen to explore all the options.
"Wear gloves."
Oh it was such fun! I had endless opportunities to make puns on body parts, I had the delight of Kerri (and occasionally Jodie) stroking and kneading my quivering flesh, and then I got to caress Kerri, oiling her up and listening to the sighs of pleasure that provided instant feedback.
We finished up each day just limp, so relaxed that nothing could bother us for the rest of the weekend.
Now to find a massage table and put all that training to good use!
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Date: 2009-04-10 06:49 am (UTC)But that sounds absolutely wonderful. I love a good massage, every now and then I pay a professional to work on me for an hour to get me into the most relaxed state possible ;)
Have fun practicing at home :)
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Date: 2009-04-10 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-10 10:21 pm (UTC)See you tomorrow!!
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Date: 2009-04-11 09:47 am (UTC)