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The following is the second article of a three-part series exploring yoni massage, an intimate, internal, vaginal massage that targets tension and trauma from the pelvic floor.

Fresh off the subway, I found the address for the yoni massage class and just stood motionless for five minutes, staring at the heavy door.

This was it, my last chance to book it back to Manhattan.

What am I doing? I don’t even enjoy hugs. Am I really going to let Jane* massage my vagina? Then she’ll know everything about me.

She’s going to kill me if I back out now.

Knock knock.

A tall, thin blonde answers the door and welcomes me into her home. My partner in crime is running late, I tell her. I set down my two towels, sarong, soft cloth, as well as my overstuffed bag carrying my work uniform to the left and out of the corner of my right eye notice a pair of unusually high black heels with silver spikes.

One of our instructors is in the shower. She’s just arrived following a flight. Our other instructor is in the back room, preparing the space for the day’s lesson. Incense burns the atmosphere.

Nervous, I text Jane.

“5 blocks away,” she texts back.

There’s another woman in the kitchen who looks like she’s in her 20s or 30s with long flowing, curly, red hair. She’s like me, someone who will be receiving the yoni massage while our respective friends learn the art of giving. She has a boyfriend, like me, and is here to support, like me. The host, a dominatrix who works not-so-publically with the male Hassidic community, brews tea for all of us. Learning yoni massage will expand her skillset, she says, and potentially help her help women.

Jane arrives complete with a mat, small pillow, one more towel, oil, and wipes in case I want to freshen up before she explores my yoni, my body below.

Our instructors introduce themselves, a man and a woman who have been practicing around the world. They exude warmth and serenity. The woman said that she had experienced trauma and tension and that yoni massage was part of what enabled her to enjoy her body more. 

There’s going to be one more late-comer but let’s go ahead and begin, they say.

Jane and I enter the sacred space, set up our spot and stare inquisitively at each other.

For fear of being arrested for prostitution, the lead instructor asked that I not name her in the article.

Does anyone have a trauma that we should be aware of? Pain? If it were entirely up to you, how often would you initiate sex with your partner? What does your period look like?

The woman instructor tells us to look for differences in the color of our period blood for weeks after the massage, to look for differences in our desire for sex. During the massage, our yoni might release liquid. We might feel the need to pee, and that’s OK. We can leave for the bathroom. We are going to measure our pain and comfort levels constantly throughout the massage, seeking feedback during this consensual instructional session.

Practitioners connect yoni massage to removing toxins from the body and clearing the lymphatic system. It can untangle knots in places normally never touched. In addition to giving attention physical pain or tightness, yoni massage may also stir up emotions.

Before we begin, we must turn to our partner and with each item of clothing removed express what else we are removing with it.

Each couple turns to face each other.

By removing this shirt, I am removing my fear.

By removing my skirt, I am tearing down my walls.

By removing my panties, I remove any shame.


Shame is a word that appears frequently in women’s sexual exploration.

For New York City sex therapist Dr. Stephen Snyder M.D., shame as well as physical factors may play a role in a woman’s ability to climax. Women also feel shame at times because of an inability in having an orgasm.

“Shame and inhibition certainly play a large role in women’s difficulty reaching climax,” he said. “And, many women find it hard to focus their concentration on something erotic (rather than on, say, a pile of dishes piled up in the kitchen sink or laundry that needs doing) – especially when they’re with a partner.”

He points to Princess Marie Bonaparte, a French author and psychoanalyst who worked closely with Sigmund Freud. She published research in 1924 that showed that women with a short distance between the clitoris and the vagina had an easier time reaching orgasm.

“Just knowing that there might be physical factors involved can help in reducing shame about it,” Snyder said.

Shame is a topic that lead Pamela Madsen – a certified somatic sex educator and woman’s health advocate who founded The American Fertility Association – in 2011 to publish her story “Shameless: How I Ditched the Diet, Got Naked, Found True Pleasure and Still Got Home in Time to Cook Dinner.”

Madsen founded Back to the Body, a company that offers retreats as a safe space for erotic self-exploration. She practices legally in the United States and around the world, speaking publicly about women’s empowerment and sisterhood.

Madsen does not identify her practice as a yoni massage space but rather a full body retreat for women with singing, dance, food, a change of environment and area to wake up and connect women to their private life. The retreats are one-way touch focused, meaning the women ask for how to be touched.

“It’s about connecting her arousal to her heart and her brain,” she said. “If there is touching of genitals, they wear gloves. We use real names. There is no shame here. We are proud of what we do.”

What gets defined as yoni massage or sexual body work runs the gamut. From massage parlors with happy endings, to practices based on ancient Indian and Chinese tradition, to somatic sex education studied by academics, practitioners around the world draw boundaries as to what is appropriate or even real.


Sitting inside the yoni massage class in Brooklyn, I am lying with my back to the mat, completely naked. Jane lays the cloth over my eyes, and the massage begins.

I am aware that I store tension in my shoulders. Through the massage, I learn that I also store tension in my stomach.

Jane runs her oiled fingers from behind my neck, down my torso and back, making circular movements around my breasts and then my areola.

She presses deeply into my stomach, like clock hands winding until they hit each quarter. I rate my comfort level. She let’s go. I can feel the stress start to leave. I feel like I am floating. My anxiety dissipates.

This portion of the massage lasts about an hour. I think about dead man’s pose from yoga, where you practically sink into the floor, and I think that I might fall asleep.

At this point, Jane’s hands move closer to my outer vaginal lips. She presses points on the bone eventually making another circle. I rate my comfort level – a five – and breathe.

She enters.

Keeping in mind that some researchers don’t even believe that the G-spot exists, for this yoni massage class, we learned about more than just the G-spot. We learned that there were several points inside our walls that could potentially lead to release.

Assuming that the clitoris is the top, as is it pelvic bone, pushing up from inside that area may lead wanderers to the G-spot. The A-spot rests closer to the cervix. There’s a K-spot and an O-spot. Again like clockwork, Jane presses down on various spots inside of me. This is the most pleasurable and discomforting of it all.

It feels like what she had tried to describe to me before: a deep-tissue massage inside of your vagina. As her small hands apply pressure. With my consent, an instructor also delves inside to show Jane where to press and how hard.

And then, despite my typical cynicism, I feel like I have fallen witnesses to a new universe. With my eyes shut, I feel the hands dive so deeply inside of me that there is no place to stop. It reminds me of ocean scuba diving to the point where I can no longer tell which way is up or down, because once I accept a new environment long enough, its barriers become irrelevant. I was becoming a part of the yoniverse instead of a trespasser through.

As the session continues, there’s a rise to practice a rhythmic motion in and out but deeply against our upper walls. Some women get up to pee. The women around me start to orgasm. They O. They thank their respective masseuses.

Typically, it is easy for me to orgasm. I do once a day by myself or with a partner. But, I’ve triggered something during this massage, and I just can’t. My body is relaxed, but the pressure inside of me has left me in a state where I only feel an urge to continue to release stress but not in an orgasmic way. 

And that’s perfectly fine.

Almost all of the sex therapists and sexual bodywork practitioners – certified and not – have stressed that anorgasmia isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Plenty of women have incredible sex with or without climax. And, for many of the women I spoke to receiving the massage, orgasm isn’t even the goal.

At the end of the three-hour session, the soft cloth is removed from my eyes. The receiver and the masseuse stare at each other in the quiet. I thank Jane for the experience, and we hug.

On our walk back to the train, she tells me about how yoni massage has changed her. She feels in touch with her sexuality in a way that wasn’t possible before, and now she wants to give this gift to other women.

She asks me to let her know if I experience any changes.

I hop off the train near Times Square and visit my boyfriend who has no idea where I’ve been. We have sex, and it’s good, and I keep thinking, and thinking, and thinking.

*This name was shortened to protect privacy.