OmTantra: Complete Waste of Money!

http://www.omtantra.com/services.html

What a cheat. Don't even bother trying.  
Ladies & Men, it is not worth your money. 
Fraud, scam.


1) Unprofessional & unskilled "therapist"
2) Unprofessional & bad service from both the agent (pimp) & "therapist" (whore)
3) Did not adhere to customer's requirements.
4) Mistakes everywhere. 

Better off doing it to yourself if sexual gratification is the goal.
Better off going to a real spa if massage is wanted.
Even if really desperate for both sexual gratification and massage, avoid OmTantra at all costs!

Don't be fooled by the so-called Tantra or Tantric massage at their website.

What you get is not a therapist but a poor-grade prostitute who don't even know what is pleasure or pleasurable, let alone what is Tantra or Tantric massage. And yet take your money at the end of it!


How it went:


After browsing their website, I sent e-mail enquiry on 9 May, asking if it were possible to select masseuse based on nationality (example: locals, Filipinos etc..). 

The reply came from someone named "Enzo" (quoted from e-mail):

All therapists are Singaporean, female (Chinese or Malay) age between 27 - 31yrs. All therapists from Omtantra Singapore are well trained in Omtantra Signature Massage (An Ancient Arousal Massage from the book of Kama Sutra).

Sounds good?

It piqued my curiosity and interest that all are "Singaporean" because I felt it was doubtful that Singaporeans would be interested in such "jobs". It would be tough to almost impossible to have "Singaporeans" unless the service is a legit spa establishment. Very few Singaporeans would stoop to doing this type of freelancing.

I have been to many spas in Singapore and know their general way of doing things. What is professional, what is not; what is good and what is not.

For massages, I don't mind prices, even within the $300~400 range. But the masseuse and massage must be good. This is professional and expected service towards a paying customer.

What OmTantra did was unforgivable.


Since the e-mail reply said that the "therapists" are "well-trained" in the art, on 11 May Wednesday, I SMSed the number to book a 60 mins massage for Friday 13th @ $220. I specified: Female to female, non-smoking therapist.

The reply was that the massage was confirmed.

However, a few minutes later, another SMS came, asking for my name, despite my leaving my name in all my outgoing SMSes.

Another SMS quickly followed it: "sory wrong message send".

A bad sign (unprofessional and sloppy). It meant this person did not note down the bookings and was careless. From the SMSes, the person also did not seem to have a good educational English standard. Possibly foreigner with a name "Enzo".

However, I was curious.

Since the massage booking was confirmed, I booked a hotel room for $211 (with GST) and informed Enzo that the room number will only be known when checking in at 2pm on that day.
 

On 13th morning, I received a confirmation SMS:  "Ur booking is confirmed for today 3pm. Omtantra Signature Massage 90 mins (S$300). Ur therapists for today is Ms Carol.  Pls take a good shower, relax and enjoy. Enzo (Omtantra Singapore) London U.K"

First of all, that was not my original booking. Second, what pretense was this "London U.K?". I doubt there is any London U.K. establishment that teaches such "massage".

I replied that the booking was for 60 mins @ $220. The reply was simply: "Ok".

There was no apology for the carelessness or the mistake.

At about 2.20 pm, Enzo called to ask if I had checked into the hotel room. His voice and words did not sound local and almost haltingly.

I said I was on my way to reception. (I did not appreciate the urgency since he was not the masseuse and it was still early.).

Right after checking in and in my room, an SMS asking again if I had checked into the hotel. I replied that I would like to meet the therapist in the lobby. The reply was: "Its better to provide room number. Therapist will go straight up to the room.. ".

I assumed this was so that I would not have the contact number of the "therapist" as he was the middleman.

Fine. I replied "Ok", and gave him the room number (assuming he would convey this to the masseuse).


In the room, the phone rang but I didn't answer the first time. It rang again and I picked it up. A woman spoke my English name haltingly in an uneducated, rough and foreign voice. Couldn't even speak a simple, common, 1-word English name. 

I wondered how come the front desk staff suddenly became uneducated when they had been fine earlier.

I guessed it was the masseuse and felt sinking disappointment. I was expecting a Singaporean, not some China foreigner who couldn't even speak English.

I asked if she was the masseuse. She said yes, and whether I was coming down or was she going up.

(Wasn't it conveyed to her that she was supposed to come up? I didn't appreciate that she had used the hotel phone to call me. 

The fact that she could use the hotel line meant Enzo had informed her of the room number. Why did he not inform her accordingly? )

I said I'd be coming down.

Out the lift door, I  found the woman standing just outside. First impression of her: her face looked rather worn and older than expected, and lacked sleep. Not attractive. She also did not look local.


At this point, I should have stopped and sent her back, since she didn't meet my specifications. Yet I wanted to give her a chance and was curious how this massage was going to be.

Took her up to the room and she began a little conversation (which I'd rather not have since talk doesn't equate to a good massage. Good or not, only the massage will tell, as learned from past experience with another such freelancer previously.).

She wasn't Singaporean. She was a Malaysia PR. A permanent resident is not a Singaporean, even if according to her, she had stayed in Singapore for more than 10 years. Look who our Permanent Resident status is given out to.

In the room, a short interview with her made me even more certain that she would not be able to fulfill my requirements. At one point, I could smell cigarette smoke on her breath. A smoker. 

She worked the motels with local men, and said the business isn't popular, with just 1 or 2 customers a day. Most of the business comes from western men "Angmohs" who come to Singapore for business and stay in hotels such as the Pan Pacific. And she started working for this "company" just 3 months ago and had no idea if OmTantra is the same as Red Tantra massage website (even though she kept switching the names of the two as if they were one and the same). 

She said she used to work in "spas for men", Chinatown area etc.."not small" spas like 1 or 2 rooms, but "big ones, ten rooms type." (that's supposed to impress). I asked the names of the spas, whether it was Urban Homme for instance, and her face showed unawareness of the name. When I happened to mention The Oriental Spa (Mandarin Oriental hotel), again she showed no recognition of the name.

It showed what spas she has been doing. She said the spas have closed down (not sure which spa or spas she meant) and that's why now she was freelancing. 

I told her of a previous freelancer who didn't know how to massage at all (a female gym instructor who didn't know the meaning of "erotic"), wasted my hotel room money and payment for the massage. 

Seeing my doubt regarding the "tantric" massage this time, she said, "Don't worry, I give you good service.". 


I doubted it.  

I told her to wash her hands (because I saw they were not clean). And she said she would be doing so. 

Just before she washed at the basin, I said she could use any of the shower gels or soap she wanted, or even take a shower. (I had already showered before coming to the hotel). 

Since the SMS to me had said to "take a good shower", it's only fair that the "therapist" does the same.

As she washed at the basin, I opened the soap wrapper and tossed the small circular bar into the soap dish. Then she asked if I was staying the night in the hotel room. I said, "Yes, I booked the room for the massage.I don't like Hotel 81 and Fragrance hotels. So cheapskate.". She made no comment.

She took off her clothes rather fast while preparing the bed. Then put out 2 nameless containers on the bed near the right pillow: one with a clear liquid that she said was Olive oil and one a green gel (looking like Aloe Vera).

I took out my olive oil and compared the color with hers. I wasn't certain if hers was really olive oil and asked if she diluted it with something. She said it wasn't diluted with anything and that it was olive oil from Mustafa that cannot be found elsewhere whereas mine could be found everywhere.

Up to this point, I had taken off only my cotton jacket and draped it neatly over my left forearm (which I never did before). I felt reluctant to remove the rest of my clothes and would rather have them on.  This was a big difference to when I got off my clothes without any prompting in my first experience with the first freelancer (the gym instructor). You could say once bitten, twice shy. 

The signs didn't look good.

Seeing that I was still fully clothed, she mistook it for shyness. 

I remained clothed because considering the interview with her so far, I didn't think she was capable of giving me the massage I wanted, or worse.

However, at her insistence, I finally turned my back to her and drew up my top clothing. She saw my back and asked if I always swam: a common remark.

I was about to get onto the bed in my bra and g-string when she insisted that I remove them as well. I said "Shouldn't you remove them for me?". She didn't understand what I said, so I said, "Nevermind.".

As a masseuse in the erotic arts, shouldn't she be in tune with what turns the customer on? But no, she thinks it's all about nudity and just plain going at it.


After getting nude, I climbed onto the bed and laid on my stomach on top of a bath towel that she had spread in parallel with the width of the bed.

We had decided to use my Olive oil and she started on my back. She had positioned herself in between my lower legs.


Her strokes were light, which was Ok (though too light). Then I realized there was no technique and it was repetitive. Over and over, the same sweeping stroke down, then up the back. It was boring. That was number 1.

I asked her whether she was certified and where did she learn her massage. She was taken by surprise and thought for a while: "Where ah...", plainly thinking up an answer. Finally, she loosely and unconvincingly said "Singapore" and later added she went to Macau for a 1 week "course".  (So much for "well-trained"). 

Macau teaches Tantric massage? And for 1 week only? Even if Macau teaches massage, it would not be Tantric. What kind of massage can Macau teach? Did her massage mean Mahjong?  

She began to mention the exact same things as the first freelancer told me previously: that local men were "cheap" in that they wanted everything cheap, good and big in the price--blow-job, massage oil and sex included. Same as the other freelancer, she laughed at the men's cheapness as if she were above them. 

(My thought was that if she was so disgusted as she sounded, why do it? Obviously, these women love doing it with men and need it. It's not as if there are no other jobs out there.).


Number 2 was a stroke that was new to me. It was a rolling pressure on the buttocks. It felt interesting but that was all it was.

Number 3 was a stroke that I hadn't felt for a while in spas: gentle palms pressing and walking down upon the back of both thighs and legs.

Number 4 was a brief stroke with her fingers up to the groin on both sides, brushing the inner area lightly in the process.

Number 5 was fingertips lightly going around the back and shoulders, playfully teasing and sexy. This is what The Oriental Spa (Mandarin Oriental hotel) sometimes does for me.


She did not massage my feet, which the spas always do. I realize such freelancers will avoid massaging the feet, probably because they don't know how to. I noticed this masseuse would stop abruptly at the upper arms and not go down to the hands, which was strange as she cuts out the smooth massage flow. Spas never do that.

Considering the sloppiness of "Enzo", I figured he didn't tell her it was 60 mins. It would be to my benefit if she gives a 90 mins but I'd be paying for a 60. Either way, the agent benefits.

However, I didn't want any inconvenient argument over it at the end and didn't feel any advantage over it, so decided to tell her.

When I mentioned that it was a 60 mins, she was surprised (as expected) and called Enzo. She spoke to him in Mandarin (so he does know Chinese) and he confirmed it.

She said luckily I told her, otherwise she would do it slowly, assuming there's still time.

I told her I only brought enough to pay for 60 mins.

Her mobile was at her side and it kept ringing while the massage was going on. She tried not to answer it, but she would read the SMSes. 

Which professional masseuse does that while working?


During the massage, she mentioned that western men would just lay there during the massage and not touch her. I found that odd, as did she.

Local men would touch her and disrupt the massage. However, she said she didn't do blow jobs or have sex with them (which I felt was doubtful).

Now, in hindsight, I know why western men don't touch her. It's because the massage is so boring, it doesn't arouse. It is so bad that you wouldn't think of touching her or even want to bother.  

 
Turning over on my back, she began on my front with unvarying strokes. It was hardly erotic or arousing. 

Where's the so-called Tantra or Tantric way of massage? As I had seen in videos in Red Tantra massage website, Tantra or Tantric massage is the arousal of the senses in more artful ways than what this woman was doing to me. While Red Tantra massage website claims to use Swedish massage, where's the Swedish from this woman?

Her number 6 was similar to number 4, but briefly brushing up the front area between the legs in an upward tease with her fingers. 

That was it. Tantric massage in 6 strokes. 

By now, the highlight, or more correctly--the horrible--was yet to come. 

She proceeded to put on a pair of surgical gloves from a Ziploc plastic bag (the only pair of gloves I could see in the bag) as if she's so hygienic, then opened the container of green gel and put lots of it on her fingers and started applying it to my private area.

She said it was "K-Y" lubricant which "all females need when doing this". 

All females of course, Do Not need this. Shows how little she knows about her own gender, what turns them on and how to pleasure them. Females only need this when the lover is pathetically bad at arousal. 

I should have stopped her at this point, but unfortunately, didn't because I was still curious and hadn't been satisfied. 

The sight of the surgical gloves completely killed everything. The massage just turned into a medical examination?

And what was this medical examiner going to do next?

She started rubbing the lubricant all over, like a cook rubbing marination over a chicken (brings to mind Mr Bean with the turkey) . She started pushing her fingers here and there. Then when I said a vibrator would do a better job, she started jiggling her fingers intermittently and roughly on what she said women are aroused at "if not here, then where?".

I am not machinery, please have some sense and intelligence. 

How can anyone be aroused with such bad massage? If this is Tantric massage, it is truly laughable. This is the highlight? 

Without asking for my preference or permission, she had used tingle lube. And applied so much of it that it felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to kick her. When I said she had used too much, she denied, saying that it was already little. The tingling sensation alone killed Everything. It wasn't erotic, wasn't sexy, just made me want to wash it off.

What a stupid woman. I rarely use that "s" word, but here, there is no better word.

She rubbed and jiggled while focused on that area as if the customer was a detached portion without feeling. It of course started to hurt because of the rough friction of stupidity against a sensitive area.

I said, "Don't do it too hard, or it will hurt.". 

She agreed but still continued her ridiculous motions. I felt so bored and so indescribably given up, that I just tilted up my head to stare at the windows behind the bed.  

She said it takes time for women to climax. Even she herself takes a long time when making love (goes to show the type of lover she has). 

I told her, "when I do it for myself, it takes only 3 mins.". She couldn't believe it. I repeated, "3 mins" and put up 3 fingers.  (That seemed to put out some of her steam by the look on her face. In fact, it can take just 1 or 2 mins from start to finish. Believe it, I check the clock.).

I said, "It's because I know where and how to touch, whereas you don't.". She didn't seem to understand what I meant.

At one point, she used the back of her gloved hand and it did feel just slightly better, but then Not noticing my change of mood, she then switched back to her ineffectual "massage" and killed it entirely. 

The abrasion was starting to make itself more known, making me wonder how much more my poor sensitive area could take.

Suddenly, she stopped and the tingling sensation was so bad, my left leg jerked a little in reflex and almost hit her. As it was, it merely bumped against the side of her face.

I said, "60 mins already?".

She turned to look at long table where there wasn't any clock that I noticed, and said "Yes.".

This was the worst "massage" I had ever had. It was so unsatisfactory, it was amazing. Anybody would not fault me for not paying for it. 

On top of enduring such bad service, I was injured by her rough handling.  The hurt from the abrasion was enough reason to sue both her and the agent. 

As she stood up from the bed, I glanced down along her body and wondered if I should show her what is meant by erotic massage. Then decided she wasn't worth it. Her poor massage killed any attractiveness in her. I didn't want to touch her. Who was the paying customer anyway?

Sexual arousal has everything to do with the mind. Arouse the mind and the body follows. With a boorish "massage" like hers reflecting on her stupidity, it totally puts anybody out.

That must have been what put out the westerners who likely have higher expectations than local men. It is odd that western men would not touch, considering their bolder natures. They might ask first, but it is doubtful they would completely refrain if the massage is that good.

One can hardly believe her claim that a "Japanese" young woman said she enjoyed the massage so much that she could "come and come" multiple times.

The "therapist" washed herself at the basin and the issue of whether she re-used the gloves came up. I seemed to have seen her pull off the gloves and throw into the bin under the long desk before she went to the bathroom, but I wasn't sure. 

Considering how bad the whole thing was, I wouldn't put it beyond her to re-use the gloves. "Do you?". I asked while on the bed.

In the bathroom, she replied, "Of course not. You so cute leah, asking the question.". 

That word "cute" displeased me greatly. The previous freelancer had used the same term. Somehow, such women feel the need to put the customer down because the customer did not respond well to their bad "service".  I get the impression that they "work better" on local men and become dismissive of women who do not appreciate their cavewoman approach.    


It is doubtful even local men will appreciate their "service" since these women are clueless about the finer points of sexual arousal and tease. It is a waste of money to pay for something that can be done by yourself for free and more satisfactorily.

I'm guessing many local men have already experienced such scams, which is why according to her, such business is not popular (or not as popular as I thought). I'm one of those people who still didn't know.

(Is my $220 cute also? Then if I don't pay you, is that also cute?).

It was like being cheated by the previous freelancer all over again. A replay. The disappointment was almost too much, too painful to bear. I could hardly speak for it.

To convey my utter disappointment as she was at the bathroom basin, I repeated that the first one that I had booked a hotel room for, didn't know how to massage. (I left it hanging that this time was the same).

As she walked out of the bathroom, I said I don't know when I will find the right one. I was close to tears inside.

She didn't seem to listen, brushing it off with a weak, insensitive smiling sound. To more clearly convey that her "service" was a letdown, I asked if she had friends to recommend who could massage (with no real interest in the information). As expected, she said no.
 

Her service and attitude were so bad (even worse than the first freelancer) and my disappointment so great, that the thought of payment went out of my mind for a while, until I realized I hadn't paid and had to.

Her mobile phone rang and it was Enzo asking that she head to Hotel 81 at Bencoolen street. (Didn't she say earlier that business was poor?). 

Absently, she asked me if Bencoolen was nearby. When I didn't reply, she talked to herself that it should be. 

I went to my wallet and it was difficult to count the cash to give to her. Very difficult to have to give away the $220, but I am not the sort to not pay for a massage. 


She was now flitting about, eager to meet her next payment.

I moved the cash in my hands to her, but she seemed to ignore it. Odd. I tried again, and again she seemed a little reluctant to take it, until she finally did with both hands. 

In hindsight, perhaps, I think even she felt she had no right taking the cash when her service was so unsatisfactory. No one likes paying for total disappointment, more so in this area. And she knew full well she was a total letdown. 


As she packed her items, it seemed to take too long. Wrapped in a white bath towel, I walked to the door and held it open for her to get out. 

Yet, she didn't leave but stood in front of the mirror and started applying make-up. 

It tried my patience, but it shows how patient I can be as I stood there, holding the door and waiting for her as she hurriedly patted powder to her face.

I realized she did not have on any make-up when meeting me. Am I not a paying customer to deserve make-up? Yet she puts on make-up for a man? What am I? 

A professional would look her best for her customers whether they are male or female. 

What is this? Using my room after such bad service, to put on make up for a man next in line, while letting me wait? As a woman, it is very insulting to me. Don't she have a compact case with a mirror? Do I not pay according to the website price like other customers?  I paid, our deal is over, now get out. The extension of time is not a given. 

I actually had a right to push her out.

As a man, I would also be insulted and offended that having endured and paid for such bad service, I have to endure my room being used by this woman to do up herself for the next customer, while I wait.

I feel very used and the $220 very painful to part with. Normally, I am casual and forgiving with money. But not this time. 

I found out from her that she earns only $80 of the amount given to her. "Enzo" takes the rest. The $220 is not all hers, but "belongs to company" (as if a one-man sloppy show like "Enzo" can be called a company. No business registration number and it's doubtful such a business can even be legitimately registered.).

Enzo takes more than half of what she earns, messing up schedules and not having to actually do anything. 

That, I think, is her retribution. To give more than half of what she earns (64%. Is that even possible?) to a pimp who doesn't care if she gives a 60 or 90 mins massage, doesn't update her on anything, and who is a liar. To do the "work" while he takes most of the money. 

It is doubtful she is a Malaysian as she claims. There is no typical Malaysian accent to her words. It is also odd that despite living in Singapore for "more than 10 years", she cannot pronounce a 1-word common English name. Also odd that she chose Macau to learn massage (more likely perhaps, that she went there to gamble or learn how to be a casino dealer for 1 week, and when that didn't work out, she decided to do "tantric" or "spas".).


When she was done, she grabbed her things and hurried out with her head bowed, not looking at me while smiling sheepishly as she passed me holding open the door. Possibly, she knew to be embarrassed and was now off to greener pastures.

After she left, I went out and began to fear if she had re-used the gloves or did I really see her throw them into the bin? What if the gloves had previously just been used on a man? What disease or virus, or sperm, was then lubricated onto me? 

I hurried back to the hotel room to check and was relieved to see the gloves inside the bin. 

The money was just money. It was a bad loss and a hurtful massage. I still feel the pinch of wasting it on such a useless excuse of a massage, but just be thankful that it's only that.

(However, thinking back now, I cannot be sure if the gloves had been used on a man before being used on me. The gloves in the bag looked new with their powder but I can't be sure if they were really new.  If she had washed and re-powdered the gloves, it was possible to reuse them. But this meant they had at least been cleaned, even if not sanitized.

As far as I know, sperm cannot live long outside the human body and requires a uterine or vaginal environment to survive. And cannot be stored in a gel or jelly such as in that container that she said contained K-Y lube. )
 

If I could have back the $220, I would. If I could erase even having the "massage", I would. The memory of her abrasive action makes me cringe with regret. I can't believe I let myself endure such violation from such a woman.

After the "therapist" left, I sent an SMS:  "Enzo, $220 is not a small amount. I expected better massage. Booking was for non-smoking. U sent a smoker. U didn't inform her of duration and that she was to come to the room. Massage was a big disappointment. Very unprofessional massage and poor service by omtantra." 

His reply, "I do apologised for the lack of communication with my therapist.. Enzo."

The same SMS was sent again when I didn't reply. 

My reply, repeating my disappointment to make sure he understood, "I'm very disappointed with the massage. It was very unprofessional & unskilled. Wasted money and get injured due to bad massage of private area. I've been to many massages & this is one of the worst for the price. I had hoped omtantra would be different. U don't know how disappointed I am. I have tried so many & almost giving up searching for good sensuous massage."

His reply, "Yes. I do agree with u on tis matter. As a matter of fact.. Our company established our Singapore Chapter, sharing the same sentiments on tis note.. "

I did not bother replying. 1) He wasn't addressing the problem. 2) I have not heard of a "Singapore Chapter" on this issue and there is no such "Singapore Chapter" in the website.