Store: Kaohsiung Yamane By P-Da

Therapist: Shi Hao

Therapist's role this session: Don’t know (and not interested in finding out)

Appearance (0-10): 5

Body (0-10): 6 (seems to work out)

Acupressure (0-10): 0

Oil massage (0-10): 0

Cooperation (0-10): 0 (I didn’t want to cooperate with him either)

Boyfriend factor (0-10): 0

Environment (0-10): 8

Short review:

This was the most disappointing massage I've had in years. I used to go to Yamane because the studio was convenient and close to my home, but ever since Shi Hao gave me that massage I’ve treated Yamane as a place to avoid.

Because of my schedule I usually make same-day bookings. At the appointment time the therapist came downstairs to meet me; I followed him into the building, took the elevator, put my things away, showered, and lay on the bed waiting for the massage. The therapist removed his remaining underwear and, fully naked, began acupressure on my back.

Because I book massages, I really just want the therapist to give a proper massage. Unfortunately I don’t know whether this is Shi Hao’s usual style or if he treated only me this way. To be honest I don’t like chatting during a massage, but Shi Hao talked from the start until the end. The actual “massage” was basically groping. He kept trying to talk to me about fitness, but I had no interest. While pressing my shoulders and neck I could feel his penis against my head; when he reached my hand he even deliberately placed his penis in my palm. Maybe because he saw I wasn’t interested, after groping my whole body he finally started to tease my anus. When he did that I flinched, and he only made a brief gesture and didn’t continue.

After the acupressure ended he asked if I wanted to use the bathroom or have some water, so I went to the bathroom. After I came back and lay face down on the bed he started the oil massage — a typical body-to-body. His penis hovered at the entrance to my anus and he asked if I wanted it; I smiled and refused. After finishing the back oil massage he told me to turn over and gave me a pillow. He kept massaging my chest with both hands, slowly moving down; when he reached my cock he smiled and asked why there was no reaction. I lied politely and said I’d been too tired the past few days. He tried hard to get a reaction, but I kept my composure, and in the end I didn’t come and the massage ended.

I want to clarify: although the therapist wasn’t my type, I wouldn’t have put him in such an awkward position — I came for a massage. Instead he chatted and groped, and the whole experience was the worst I’ve had with any therapist. No matter how enthusiastic he was, shouldn’t the basic massage service be done correctly first? Because of him I’ve never gone back to Yamane.