Whatever became of backwalking?
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If you trace backwalking, it has not much history in the Chinese culture, as opposed to the Japanese culture, where it thrived.
If you remember, when the Chinese first started opening spas, they never even called it "massage," but always used the term "tui-na," which means "pinch and pull." It does not denote the pleasurable experience of a Swedish relaxing style massage, either. The tui-na style of healing is a Chinese medical practice to release stagnation of blood and qi using needles, moxibustion (fire and heat) cupping and specific use and style of one's hands to stimulate points.
Feet were seldom used traditionally in China to deliver tui-na. And most of the spas today are Chinese. But, tui-na is a medical term, and in China every mother knew it to heal her family rather than running to the doctor. But it was not really for pleasure and sexual stimulation, unless you had sexual problems and a doctor who knew meridian points could stimulate with the tui-na technique, which was not sensual and soft, but rather harsh, those acupressure points that were blocked and allowed blood and qi to flow into the sexual organs, without actually touching the sexual organ itself.
(I have scene an expert very sly and cunning Chinese tui-na/acupuncture doctor in a medical setting, giving a very beautiful young girl tuina. And, him, looking completely innocent, never coming near her sexual organs, but stimulating acupuncture points far away from her sexual organs in a very stoic way, and watching the girl moan and become flush and actually grab hold of the doctor as she shivered one out. I WAS JEALOUS!!!)
Barefoot shiatsu is a style that is purely Japanese, and almost every spa in our area (Manhattan) was of Japanese origin. There were none in outside areas, really, or, so seldom, and briefly. Barefoot shiatsu (backwalking) was used more for tightness in the body, more muscular and tendon problems and tightness from certain Japanese heavier forms of martial arts, not as subtle as the Chinese Kung-fu.
Koreans bought all of the original Japanese spas, and those two cultures intermingled rather well, and all the Korean spas still serviced a plethora of Japanese clientele who required that robust form of barefoot shiatsu, backwalking, sometimes having up to 4 or 5 women walking on their backs at the same time. I have seen this for very strong men who were adept in Japanese martial arts: akido, judo, karate, kendo, jiujitsu, sumo and many other styles.
In the 80's, as the Japanese clientele left our area, literally as a mass movement, authentic shiatsu was no longer appreciated, and most spas became houses of sexual pleasure, sensual massge and sex. And if you poll the area, mostly all spas are Chinese and far less Korean spas. And, of the Korean spas, that once beautiful art of barefoot shiatsu has vanished. (Those Japanese and Korean shiatsu ladies were nothing short of awesome and amazing)
For a while, the Chinese backwalked, just to enter the game, but with no knowledge of shiatsu. But for an undiscerning American monger, he mistook it for genuine and authentic. Made him happy, superficially, and added a nice "oriental" flavor to his visit and something to tell his friends about before getting down to his mongering intentions.
Also gone are the hot baths, steams, saunas, full bars and two to three hour unwinding visits to a spa that starts with nurturing your body in heat and steam to loosen it and then moving into a long session of powerful backwalking, segueing into powerful hand application of massage, slowly becoming softer, leading into sensuality for a very long duration and finally culminating in a hand release, a blowjob or sex. An asian spa back in the day was never 30 minutes. Even just an hour was just enough to only get you partially comfortable. It was an escape into a healing, sensual vacation that left a very firm imprint on your body and emotions.
But, wherever I go, I always ask the girl to jump on my back for a few minutes and use her weight at least to release tension in my body, because God knows she usually never has talent in her massage hands, aside for a legit place. 90% of the girls actually giggle and get a thrill out of the experience as you cheer her on if she never did it before. I find it to be extremely relaxing. And to let her know that I had enough, I tickle her cute little feet to let her know that we will start the program that she is more accustomed to. I find a good backwalking to really clear the air and get me more centered in my body and away from my emotions so that the sex is more rooted in my body. I find that I last a lot longer after a good backwalking.
You can first ask, and then insist. Sometimes, I will take control of the session and lay a towel on the floor and lay down on my stomach and tell her to hold on to the massage table for balance if she is afraid to be elevated so high above the table, if I am laying on the table.(fear of heights) Oftentimes her excuse is that she is afraid of falling. So, I eliminate that fear. Sometimes she will say that she is afraid of hurting you by stepping on you, and I just tell her that all the girls do it for me, always and I will teach her. Sometimes I am adamant. Because, I grew up in the tradition of always receiving a good backwalking and to not receive it is a let down.
If you remember, when the Chinese first started opening spas, they never even called it "massage," but always used the term "tui-na," which means "pinch and pull." It does not denote the pleasurable experience of a Swedish relaxing style massage, either. The tui-na style of healing is a Chinese medical practice to release stagnation of blood and qi using needles, moxibustion (fire and heat) cupping and specific use and style of one's hands to stimulate points.
Feet were seldom used traditionally in China to deliver tui-na. And most of the spas today are Chinese. But, tui-na is a medical term, and in China every mother knew it to heal her family rather than running to the doctor. But it was not really for pleasure and sexual stimulation, unless you had sexual problems and a doctor who knew meridian points could stimulate with the tui-na technique, which was not sensual and soft, but rather harsh, those acupressure points that were blocked and allowed blood and qi to flow into the sexual organs, without actually touching the sexual organ itself.
(I have scene an expert very sly and cunning Chinese tui-na/acupuncture doctor in a medical setting, giving a very beautiful young girl tuina. And, him, looking completely innocent, never coming near her sexual organs, but stimulating acupuncture points far away from her sexual organs in a very stoic way, and watching the girl moan and become flush and actually grab hold of the doctor as she shivered one out. I WAS JEALOUS!!!)
Barefoot shiatsu is a style that is purely Japanese, and almost every spa in our area (Manhattan) was of Japanese origin. There were none in outside areas, really, or, so seldom, and briefly. Barefoot shiatsu (backwalking) was used more for tightness in the body, more muscular and tendon problems and tightness from certain Japanese heavier forms of martial arts, not as subtle as the Chinese Kung-fu.
Koreans bought all of the original Japanese spas, and those two cultures intermingled rather well, and all the Korean spas still serviced a plethora of Japanese clientele who required that robust form of barefoot shiatsu, backwalking, sometimes having up to 4 or 5 women walking on their backs at the same time. I have seen this for very strong men who were adept in Japanese martial arts: akido, judo, karate, kendo, jiujitsu, sumo and many other styles.
In the 80's, as the Japanese clientele left our area, literally as a mass movement, authentic shiatsu was no longer appreciated, and most spas became houses of sexual pleasure, sensual massge and sex. And if you poll the area, mostly all spas are Chinese and far less Korean spas. And, of the Korean spas, that once beautiful art of barefoot shiatsu has vanished. (Those Japanese and Korean shiatsu ladies were nothing short of awesome and amazing)
For a while, the Chinese backwalked, just to enter the game, but with no knowledge of shiatsu. But for an undiscerning American monger, he mistook it for genuine and authentic. Made him happy, superficially, and added a nice "oriental" flavor to his visit and something to tell his friends about before getting down to his mongering intentions.
Also gone are the hot baths, steams, saunas, full bars and two to three hour unwinding visits to a spa that starts with nurturing your body in heat and steam to loosen it and then moving into a long session of powerful backwalking, segueing into powerful hand application of massage, slowly becoming softer, leading into sensuality for a very long duration and finally culminating in a hand release, a blowjob or sex. An asian spa back in the day was never 30 minutes. Even just an hour was just enough to only get you partially comfortable. It was an escape into a healing, sensual vacation that left a very firm imprint on your body and emotions.
But, wherever I go, I always ask the girl to jump on my back for a few minutes and use her weight at least to release tension in my body, because God knows she usually never has talent in her massage hands, aside for a legit place. 90% of the girls actually giggle and get a thrill out of the experience as you cheer her on if she never did it before. I find it to be extremely relaxing. And to let her know that I had enough, I tickle her cute little feet to let her know that we will start the program that she is more accustomed to. I find a good backwalking to really clear the air and get me more centered in my body and away from my emotions so that the sex is more rooted in my body. I find that I last a lot longer after a good backwalking.
You can first ask, and then insist. Sometimes, I will take control of the session and lay a towel on the floor and lay down on my stomach and tell her to hold on to the massage table for balance if she is afraid to be elevated so high above the table, if I am laying on the table.(fear of heights) Oftentimes her excuse is that she is afraid of falling. So, I eliminate that fear. Sometimes she will say that she is afraid of hurting you by stepping on you, and I just tell her that all the girls do it for me, always and I will teach her. Sometimes I am adamant. Because, I grew up in the tradition of always receiving a good backwalking and to not receive it is a let down.
My last two, shall I say, legit massages in Flushing involved backwalking.
My last two, shall I say, legit massages in Flushing involved backwalking. I have had some in the past that performed by a girl who clearly didn't know what she was doing (and I asked her to stop), but these two were very good.
Top Notch (alas closed) was totally legit and most of the girls offered it. I went there for several years.
Place on Roosey, between prince and main on S side (sorry forgot name /address but girls name was coco, older, very trim.Massage was just ok HJ avail if you want
Another place is ABC on Main just N of botanical gardens. Cindy gives best massage I've had in a long time and does BW. Trim, petite, attractive and pleasant lady.
My last two, shall I say, legit massages in Flushing involved backwalking. I have had some in the past that performed by a girl who clearly didn't know what she was doing (and I asked her to stop), but these two were very good.
Top Notch (alas closed) was totally legit and most of the girls offered it. I went there for several years.
Place on Roosey, between prince and main on S side (sorry forgot name /address but girls name was coco, older, very trim.Massage was just ok HJ avail if you want
Another place is ABC on Main just N of botanical gardens. Cindy gives best massage I've had in a long time and does BW. Trim, petite, attractive and pleasant lady.
I believe Darae 54 in Elmsford, NY still has bars secured in the ceiling for backwalking. It was within the last few months that I had a girl backwalk and to my surprise she didn’t fuck my back up. I believe back in the early 90’s a girl tried to backwalk and really ducked me up so I stopped letting them do it for many years.
We probably have all walked into a scenario where we walk into an AMP, and we are led into a room by the MILF Mamasan, or a pretty AMP girl and told to get comfortable, take our clothes off, and wait in anticipation for our "asian angel" to appear. And, instead, to our utter horror, an "overweight silverback orangutan" struggles through the doorframe.
As a "Genus Homo Sapien," with distinct memory in our DNA, of being in the wild with stronger predators, the "fight or flight" mechanism becomes activated, after the initial shiver of shear fear electrifies our nervous system. Many times, our modern 21st Century intellect intercedes, and we slowly arise (no sudden movements ) and thoughtfully, intelligently report that we left we left our cash in the car, or I just got a text from the fire department that my house is burning to the ground, and must leave immediately, escape, and probably don't even go to another AMP that night, unable to shake off the post traumatic stress.
However, after you shake off the initial shock and horror and if you are too tired to get your lazy ass off the table, I have many times gone to "Plan B," which is to put that "extraordinary mass" to good work. I mean, purely from an economics point of view, I have paid thrice the door fee to have three women walk on my back in Flushing, plus tipping them all.
So, when I needed a good "backwalking," back when the fee in Flushing was only $30 or $40 an hour for legit massage, I would shell out $100 or more for the door fee, plus $20 each for a legit tip. But, man, I came out of there like a new man, "steamrolled."
Now, here I am, faced with "three-girls-in-one," for the single price of one attendant, (bargain) 200 plus pounds of a "weapon of mass destruction" for my tight tendons and muscles. I break the news to the sumo wresler, that if she wants me to stay, she is walking on my entire body, front and back. Oftentimes, she disappear and seeks refuge in her owner and they both will reappear to do a "sanity check" on me, and sometimes offer up the original "asian angel," or if the mamasan is just "pure greed," she will work out the details with me, logistically, on how this "suicide mission" will be accomplished, warning me of the fear of grave injury, broken ribs, et cetera. And, we go through with it.
My lovely intelligent daughter whom I adore, and I, met up on her birthday, and daddy was treating her to a leisurely lunch with some alcohol and a 90 minute thai massage, "appointment only," at a very reputable and reliable Thai Massage Salon.
We had our delicious light lunch and I took in a couple of those beers that are aged in bourbon whiskey barrels on an extremely hot afternoon in the subtropics. Those beers in that country were really high alcohol content, thinking that they dropped a shot of bourbon in each one. There was no English on the bottles, so I don't know.
We stayed late in the restaurant enjoying memories and realized that her appointment for massage was upon us and we scurried out of the restaurant and walked into the massage shop, with me feeling no pain and very humble and happy. Only my daughter was scheduled for a massage and I would wait for her.
Her sweet Thai attendant, not much older than my daughter appears, and if I were there alone, I would be quite pleased. And, the cute Thai mamasan asked me if I also didn't want a massage instead of waiting in the lobby. My daughter insisted, and I was feeling nice and I said why not, thinking that I might get a clone of the cute Thai that my daughter got, or a near version.
I go to my luxurious Thai massage room, artistic, scented, clean, comfortable, "drunk" and what appears before my very eyes was a "sixty year old "hippopotamus." But, being "tipsy" and the fact that I am with my daughter, and don't want to be a "buzz-kill," or make a scene, I tell her that she is backwalking and front-walking me. I tell her my requirements, and she looks stunned and asked me if I was blind, and I told her that she is smaller than most women that give me massages (remember "tipsy") and in fact, I would have hoped that she weighed a few more pounds and that she is too skinny for my taste and that I like big women and that asian spinners are useless. (a blatant outright whimsical lie) (remember a bit "tipsy")
She used a step stool to get "get on board" giggled and danced and called out to the entire spa to leave their stations and have a peek at her, the two ton ballerina, doing it just like the young babes. Mamasan and about eight other girls all stuffed themselves in my room aghast and laughing -- they left their customers.
Anyway, it was unforgettable, because it made my daughter and everybody laugh, and it was a good massage for that genre. Anyway, later in the day, I could take care of what never got taken care of in all the frivolity.
(WARNING: When walking on your front, do be careful that they don't slip on your thighs and smash into your balls. That can happen and that can hurt!!!)
As a "Genus Homo Sapien," with distinct memory in our DNA, of being in the wild with stronger predators, the "fight or flight" mechanism becomes activated, after the initial shiver of shear fear electrifies our nervous system. Many times, our modern 21st Century intellect intercedes, and we slowly arise (no sudden movements ) and thoughtfully, intelligently report that we left we left our cash in the car, or I just got a text from the fire department that my house is burning to the ground, and must leave immediately, escape, and probably don't even go to another AMP that night, unable to shake off the post traumatic stress.
However, after you shake off the initial shock and horror and if you are too tired to get your lazy ass off the table, I have many times gone to "Plan B," which is to put that "extraordinary mass" to good work. I mean, purely from an economics point of view, I have paid thrice the door fee to have three women walk on my back in Flushing, plus tipping them all.
So, when I needed a good "backwalking," back when the fee in Flushing was only $30 or $40 an hour for legit massage, I would shell out $100 or more for the door fee, plus $20 each for a legit tip. But, man, I came out of there like a new man, "steamrolled."
Now, here I am, faced with "three-girls-in-one," for the single price of one attendant, (bargain) 200 plus pounds of a "weapon of mass destruction" for my tight tendons and muscles. I break the news to the sumo wresler, that if she wants me to stay, she is walking on my entire body, front and back. Oftentimes, she disappear and seeks refuge in her owner and they both will reappear to do a "sanity check" on me, and sometimes offer up the original "asian angel," or if the mamasan is just "pure greed," she will work out the details with me, logistically, on how this "suicide mission" will be accomplished, warning me of the fear of grave injury, broken ribs, et cetera. And, we go through with it.
My lovely intelligent daughter whom I adore, and I, met up on her birthday, and daddy was treating her to a leisurely lunch with some alcohol and a 90 minute thai massage, "appointment only," at a very reputable and reliable Thai Massage Salon.
We had our delicious light lunch and I took in a couple of those beers that are aged in bourbon whiskey barrels on an extremely hot afternoon in the subtropics. Those beers in that country were really high alcohol content, thinking that they dropped a shot of bourbon in each one. There was no English on the bottles, so I don't know.
We stayed late in the restaurant enjoying memories and realized that her appointment for massage was upon us and we scurried out of the restaurant and walked into the massage shop, with me feeling no pain and very humble and happy. Only my daughter was scheduled for a massage and I would wait for her.
Her sweet Thai attendant, not much older than my daughter appears, and if I were there alone, I would be quite pleased. And, the cute Thai mamasan asked me if I also didn't want a massage instead of waiting in the lobby. My daughter insisted, and I was feeling nice and I said why not, thinking that I might get a clone of the cute Thai that my daughter got, or a near version.
I go to my luxurious Thai massage room, artistic, scented, clean, comfortable, "drunk" and what appears before my very eyes was a "sixty year old "hippopotamus." But, being "tipsy" and the fact that I am with my daughter, and don't want to be a "buzz-kill," or make a scene, I tell her that she is backwalking and front-walking me. I tell her my requirements, and she looks stunned and asked me if I was blind, and I told her that she is smaller than most women that give me massages (remember "tipsy") and in fact, I would have hoped that she weighed a few more pounds and that she is too skinny for my taste and that I like big women and that asian spinners are useless. (a blatant outright whimsical lie) (remember a bit "tipsy")
She used a step stool to get "get on board" giggled and danced and called out to the entire spa to leave their stations and have a peek at her, the two ton ballerina, doing it just like the young babes. Mamasan and about eight other girls all stuffed themselves in my room aghast and laughing -- they left their customers.
Anyway, it was unforgettable, because it made my daughter and everybody laugh, and it was a good massage for that genre. Anyway, later in the day, I could take care of what never got taken care of in all the frivolity.
(WARNING: When walking on your front, do be careful that they don't slip on your thighs and smash into your balls. That can happen and that can hurt!!!)
I always wanted to try this, especially on my Thoracic (middle) spine... I think it could use a good bit of compression, and why not from a cute JPN lady who might give me a HE, lol. But my Lumbar (lower) is sooooo fucked up from 18 years or so in the healthcare field that I would be terrified the practitioner would walk on my l3-l4 and make me see god in a bad way
I've had it done a few times at legit places where they had bars installed on the ceiling for the girl to hold onto. It was good but I was always nervous about cracking a rib. What I enjoyed a lot more was what two attractive mamasans at a very legit place in Amityville used to do - a sort of nuru slide using their knees (they were clothed of course but rolled their pants up) across my shoulders, back, butt and legs. They would lean forward with their arms on the table to get leverage and it was pretty hot to feel her body right above you, sometimes her hair would fall down and contact your body and you could feel her breath too. Only place I ever experienced that...
IMHO, her weight doesn't matter (although you may be mentally more comfortable if she is 100 lbs instead of 130 lbs) if she knows what she is doing and offsets excess weight using the rails above the table. Also, when she steps on to your back the 1st foot she places will have all her weight as she steps. What she should be doing as she steps is offsetting a large percentage of her weight by holding onto those rails.
Backwalking, bodywalking, stomachwalking, even facewalking, if she is spry and your body melts with her steps, you will only feel pleasure.
But, once you get into the habit of receiving this form of shiatsu, you become a connoisseur of sorts and you start to understand body energy, both yours and hers.
Two women of the exact same weight, say 120 pounds, one could have a ballerina lightness, which is delightful, smooth, like she has air in her step, and the other could feel like a bag of concrete, dead weight, and it is 80% less delightful.
Pure physics does not apply here, or maybe it does because if you take a weight impression of the foot, the distribution could be even, or if somebody has postural problems, when checking the distribution footprint, you will see an uneven distribution, like 70% at the heal or a collapsed arch would throw off the distribution, or weak toes. The pattern of weight distribution is awry, and not evenly weight distributed across the entire surface of the feet.
A good backwalker has as much subtle control of her feet as one would have of their hands in giving massage.
In my 40 years of being walked on, sometimes with four girls walking on me, (evenly distributed, one on each leg, one on the lower lumbar back and butt, one on the thoracic and cervical. And, on the flip, one on each leg, one on the stomach and one on the chest, shoulders and face) totaling around 400 pounds of pure pleasure because they were young and spry and not "dead weight," only once did I abrupt and abort the massage, and take my money back and leave. It was because she had clumsy, flat feet that were calloused. She was not over 150 pounds. But, her weight was dead, without bounce and no liveliness, not able to feel and be aware of my body with her feet sensitivity.
But, once you get into the habit of receiving this form of shiatsu, you become a connoisseur of sorts and you start to understand body energy, both yours and hers.
Two women of the exact same weight, say 120 pounds, one could have a ballerina lightness, which is delightful, smooth, like she has air in her step, and the other could feel like a bag of concrete, dead weight, and it is 80% less delightful.
Pure physics does not apply here, or maybe it does because if you take a weight impression of the foot, the distribution could be even, or if somebody has postural problems, when checking the distribution footprint, you will see an uneven distribution, like 70% at the heal or a collapsed arch would throw off the distribution, or weak toes. The pattern of weight distribution is awry, and not evenly weight distributed across the entire surface of the feet.
A good backwalker has as much subtle control of her feet as one would have of their hands in giving massage.
In my 40 years of being walked on, sometimes with four girls walking on me, (evenly distributed, one on each leg, one on the lower lumbar back and butt, one on the thoracic and cervical. And, on the flip, one on each leg, one on the stomach and one on the chest, shoulders and face) totaling around 400 pounds of pure pleasure because they were young and spry and not "dead weight," only once did I abrupt and abort the massage, and take my money back and leave. It was because she had clumsy, flat feet that were calloused. She was not over 150 pounds. But, her weight was dead, without bounce and no liveliness, not able to feel and be aware of my body with her feet sensitivity.
The best back walking experience I’ve ever had was my first experience to be honest. The name of the place was Osaka pretty close to the 59th Street bridge if I’m not mistaken. This was over a decade ago so I’m sure it’s not still open but hey Google it you never know with the pandemic and all these shutdowns?
"Osaka," if it is the same one, is one of the original very respected Japanese spas (later Korean owned) from "Old New York" dating back decades, along with "Salon De Tokyo", "Kabuki Salon" of 777 7th Avnue, (Taft Hotel) "Harmony", and later "Nu-Look."
Those were all truly authentic Japanese shiatsu salons, with plenty of steams, saunas and baths. The barefoot shiatsu was not just a casual meander down your back, but intelligent people, well-trained, with knowledge of the "meridien theory."
(for a woman to work there, she needed credentials and references and had to pass many tests by the owner, because they were highly respected spas for men who wanted premium quality shiatsu. The owner would never risk the reputation, integrity and tradition of the spa on a cute hand job specialist)
They liked to be in the area of 56th Street where there was a Japanese row with quite a few Japanese eating and drinking establishments. The Japanese business men, in the 70's would eat their sushi, soba noodles, tempura , et cetera with some warm sake and later a few scotches and then go to those incredible healing centers (sometimes before or after lunch or dinner) where the "talent" would systematically take your body apart, and put it back together again.
Those were all truly authentic Japanese shiatsu salons, with plenty of steams, saunas and baths. The barefoot shiatsu was not just a casual meander down your back, but intelligent people, well-trained, with knowledge of the "meridien theory."
(for a woman to work there, she needed credentials and references and had to pass many tests by the owner, because they were highly respected spas for men who wanted premium quality shiatsu. The owner would never risk the reputation, integrity and tradition of the spa on a cute hand job specialist)
They liked to be in the area of 56th Street where there was a Japanese row with quite a few Japanese eating and drinking establishments. The Japanese business men, in the 70's would eat their sushi, soba noodles, tempura , et cetera with some warm sake and later a few scotches and then go to those incredible healing centers (sometimes before or after lunch or dinner) where the "talent" would systematically take your body apart, and put it back together again.