9/17, 1:56 AM Maylee's La Ficelle (trans.)
This was a long time ago. I worked in a massage salon (sadly, I will not say which one).
As I was new, it was always I who inherited the clients that no one else would do...
One nice summer afternoon, a client enters. And all the girls pushed amongst themselves not to do him. Then, they designated me, naturally. I doubted that he would be fun to do. This client here, the girls had nicknamed him THE STRING...
Then, I go to find the man in the cabin, and I see him all naked, frighteningly thin, white as a sheet, laying on his back, and his penis and testicles attached together... (already an erection) I still don't know how he had gotten it, but it was taut... tied solid with a cord.
Even today, I still don't know how to describe how I felt. I truly didn't know what would happen to me, but I knew one thing, this would not be a normal massage.
Then I said to the gentleman : Good, I see that you don't really seem to want a Swedish massage, am I mistaken? (I tried to have a normal air about me)
The guy responds to me : Listen, don't judge me, but I am a little borderline masochistic, and I would like for you to hurt me badly, a little. (a little badly, that means what!?)
I respond to him : This really isn't my thing, I am against violence, and I have no experience in this domain, therefore, I don't think that I would be a good candidate. ( while hoping to save myself from it)
He tells me : Don't worry, I am going to show you what to do, and I will tell you if you are hurting me too much... ( thereby "reassuring" me)
Anyway, I had very long fingernails. I can say that I did more of the "flattage" than the massage, then... He asked me to scratch his penis with my fingernails. I find this a little strong, but I carried it out. I tell myself that in any case, nobody wants to do him, and that he seems all the same to be respectable.
Then, I rake him, I make some marks on his penis, and he askes for more of it. I tell myself at the same time that there is no allure, but him, he doesn't complain, on the contrary. He is now rendered with a totally red penis, so much did I carve it up... And he asks me to continue... Then, I squeeze his testicles, he tells me : much harder, please ( at the very least, he is polite)
I squeeze more beautifully. He asks for more of it... he askes me to lift him by the testicles. I tell myself, that surely I am going to make them burst, those things aren't solid...
He tells me : Don't worry, when it is too much, I will tell you. Then, I lift, and lift, and lift again and I raise him slightly above the massage table. Naturally, he cried out, he lamented. Happily, there were no other clients.
I thought that the girls would have to laugh like idiots seeing with who I was and what they heard.
He asked me to slap it, and to pull on his balls. I do it, and I finish as I am accustomed ( it hardens to its length). I tug on his balls, and the penis bounces on his belly, and his testicles tighten into balls... I turn him on his side ( at his request) and I begin to give him a spanking. I am not too sure what I am in the middle of doing, but it seems okay, because he is all excited.
It is then that he asks me to remove my clothing. I keep on my bra, and my panties. He is now on his back. He tries to touch my breasts. Here, I become evil, I say : Hey, you, don't touch! And whap (!?)! Smacked in the face! Obviously, he didn't expect that. As though he appreciated it a lot he decided at that moment to be very villainous and to try again. Then, slap after slap, I struck him until he asked me for a hj.
What I didn't know, it's that one of my colleagues, had diluted the bottle of oil with alcohol, because it had massed that day, a client who stank and she had decided to make a mixture because she was no longer capable of smelling it.
I have to say at the beginning, that I was in a cabin where the sink was stopped...and this, for some weeks.
It's then that I pour the oil on the guy's totally red penis... It is there that he starts to shout and twist himself in pain! He tells me : But this isn't oil, it burns, please put some water on it!
I am really panicked, and I had noticed an alcohol odor, but I wasn't up with current history... As the sink was stopped, I left while running in the corridor, in panties and a bra, I pass before my colleagues who are dying from laughing! I run like an idiot with a box of baby wipes to look for water. It's then that I tell the girls to come to my rescue, I think of having damaged the penis of this poor gentleman! They helped me to rinse the box of baby wipes and come with me into the massage room to see the damage and help me because I no longer knew what to do!
There, they didn't laugh at all! It's then that one of the girls said to me : You didn't take that bottle there? I said yes, why? She told me : I had mixed alcohol in there...
The poor guy when hearing the word ALCOHOL felt even worse again. To make a long story short, he kept himself busy, he rinsed and rinsed and rinsed, until it no longer burned at all...
The girls left, and I stayed alone with my client. I felt truly badly for him, and I was sad.
It's then that he tells me : Thank you very much, you were very gentle with me!
Gentle...
Look : Tall man, approximately 6 feet, in his late forties, very, very, very thin. Pale white, like a pint of milk, a dull and sad look to him.
Personality : Nice person, polite, and respectful ( I never judge people anyway)
Repeat : No, I left the following week, still traumatized! Never again attach me with The String!
Maylee (the bad girl)
In all seriousness, though, I try as best I can not to destroy the meaning of the original text. If it seems like the translation is too eloquent at times, blame the ladies for all being very talented in their writing ability. I take no credit for that. 
