Chapter 3: The Sessions

SESSION 1 (Day 2)

Madison came downstairs after school wearing just her sports bra and underwear. No point wearing shorts if he was just going to make her take them off.

Her dad’s eyes tracked her body as she descended the stairs—a quick scan from her breasts down to her legs. Then he looked away.

Emma was already in the pack-n-play, chewing on a teething ring.

“Lie down,” her dad said. “We’re starting myofascial release today.”

Madison lay on the mat. He knelt beside her—still not between her legs yet.

But when she looked at him, she noticed the front of his track pants. He was already getting hard.

She looked away quickly.

“Knees up, let them fall open,” he said.

She bent her knees, letting them drop to the sides. The position spread her legs wide, the crotch of her underwear stretched tight across her pussy.

His hands came to her inner thighs. Warm. Firm. Confident.

“I’m working your adductor attachments,” he said. “These muscles attach to your pubic bone—right here.”

His thumbs pressed deep into her inner thighs, working into the crease where they met her body.

Inches from her pussy.

“Releasing the tension here changes your pelvic position. That’s what allows your glutes to fire properly.”

The pressure was intense. Almost painful.

But also...

Madison felt heat pooling between her legs.

“You’re responding well,” her dad said, his thumbs working higher up her inner thighs. His breathing had changed slightly—a little faster, a little shallower. “Increased blood flow to the region indicates the tissue is receptive to manipulation.”

His hands moved higher still, thumbs now pressing into the creases where her thighs met her pelvis.

So close to her pussy she could feel the heat of his hands through the thin cotton.

She was getting wet. She could feel it.

“Next phase requires internal access,” he said. His voice was still calm, but there was a slight roughness to it now.

Madison tensed.

“Same technique as before,” he continued. “Pelvic floor muscles can only be accessed from inside the vaginal canal. Standard protocol for this type of work.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

He hooked his fingers under the edge of her underwear, pulled it to the side.

She was wet. Obviously wet.

He could definitely see it.

She heard him take a slow breath.

“Arousal is a normal physiological response to deep soft tissue work,” he said, but his voice was rougher now. “Increased parasympathetic nervous system activation. Nothing to be self-conscious about.”

Then his finger slid inside her.

Madison gasped.

“Fuck,” her dad breathed—so quiet she almost didn’t hear it.

His finger moved inside her slowly, and she felt his other hand tighten on her thigh.

“Your pelvic floor is extremely hypertonic,” he said, voice strained now, not fully clinical anymore. “This creates chronic tension that restricts hip mobility and prevents proper glute engagement. We need to release it.”

He curled his finger, pressing against a spot inside that made her hips jerk involuntarily.

“Easy,” he said. “That’s your levator ani—primary pelvic floor attachment. Very responsive to direct pressure.”

He massaged it slowly, methodically, but his breathing was faster now. She could hear it.

Then he added a second finger.

“Oh,” Madison breathed.

“Your tissue has good elasticity,” he said, but the clinical tone was slipping. “Post-partum hormones. Your body can accommodate deeper work.”

He worked both fingers inside her—pressing, curling, massaging internal muscles she didn’t even know she had.

The pressure built low in her belly. That familiar climbing sensation.

“Dad, I think I’m gonna—”

“Let it happen,” he said, voice tight. “The muscle release requires full relaxation. Your pelvic floor needs to completely let go.”