TheBanyanTree: possibilities....part 6....

[sachet at juno.com]

I have tried to send this part 5 times now. All my other mail sends fine.
This one part gets lost in cyberspace. So I am trying Juno now to puzzle
out the why's of it all. If you happen to see this same part trickle in a
few other times, when the wandering copies finally surface, please excuse
the repetition.

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 **Serious fair warning. I should explain. Although, I shy away from
being explicitly graphic, my writing for this story, may indeed be too
explicit for some people. I suggestively skim across the surface, for the
most part. Intending to guide thoughts, but letting each person complete
the imagery in their own minds, trusting in their personal experiences,
imaginative intellect and intimate fantasies to enhance the experience.
If I were too graphic I would remove a dimension. That's what I
personally feel porno does and why I find it so sad and distasteful. It
presents the black and white of sex and leaves out the entire vast array
of feelings, expectations, anticipation, possibilities, soul-caressing
love, and the mind-blowing sensuality of two people immersing themselves
in each other. 

I'm still writing more parts/chapters, because the words keep flowing,
which is a unique and novel experience. Please do remember that they are
my words, which will be on their way to a few publishers this week.
Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to encourage me on this new
endeavor. I may receive only rejection slips, but I wouldn't have had the
courage to even try, if not for your kindness & willingness to let me
practice on you. 

This next part is indeed explicitly erotic. Delete as you wish. 

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The next morning the phone rang, waking her from a deep sleep, dreams of
him hazy in her mind as she reached for the phone. Hearing him wish her a
good morning was a wonderful surprise to begin her day. Especially after
he told her that he wouldn't be sending handwritten letters with every
gift. Now that he had her home phone number he would be calling her with
instructions regarding each new gift. Vaguely, she felt the restraints
notch one degree tighter. He nudged her to check her post office box
today, because he thought she was ready for what he had sent. 

With some small sense of tantalizing trepidation she approached the post
office box, quivering as she inserted the key. Peeking inside she saw the
gray envelope waiting. Was she ready for this surprise? He certainly
thought so. All of his other gifts had turned out to be discerning
discoveries, about him, and even moreso, about herself. Remembering his
voice on the phone, and the smiling warmth she could feel while they
talked, she opened the envelope with poised determination. She chuckled
to herself when she read the first words he had written. "Come on, be
brave, my small one. You know I only want to bring you pleasure, because
in doing so, it returns to me tenfold. Open the other envelope I've
enclosed and take your courage by the hand to lead it where we both want
to go." She smiled as she followed his instructions. It was both
electrifying and comforting to realize that he knew her so well. As she
opened up the second envelope and read what was on the paper inside, her
breath caught, and the paper fluttered to the ground. A passing gentleman
picked it up and handed it to her, asking her if she was all right. In a
daze she politely thanked him before making her way back to her car. Once
again, she reread the paper. He thought she was ready for this?!?!?!?
Well, this one she would have to ponder a bit. And she'd need to talk to
him first. This would be a big step, requiring a great measure of
courage, and an even greater amount of trust. 

All through the day she contemplated his request. Request? No, it was a
firmly stated expectation. Hadn't she wanted a man that saw past the
facade that she wore so convincingly? Hadn't she hoped for a man strong
enough to withstand her attempts to control everything? Did she not want
and need a Master, one worthy of her submission, capable of making her
worthy of his dominance? If she called to question him, would she not be
negating all that meant and had already shared? 

She looked in the mirror and saw the answer in her eyes, a soul deep
reflection of trust and the willingness to walk along the edge with this
man she could love. It only took a moment for her to call and let him
know that she was on her way to the appointment he had made for her. A
deep sigh from him as he told her how pleased he was to hear her voice,
let her know that he too, had been waiting for her mind to settle upon a
choice they would both wish to live with. Now was the time for him to
provide further instructions. Once she reached the parking lot where the
studio was located, she was to park next to the black & steel gray Harley
Night Train motorcycle. On the black gas tank of the motorcycle, she
would see the silver silhouette of a sleek jaguar. Draped over its seat
she would find a long silky black scarf, and she was to bring that in
with her and take a sit and wait. After a few moments a smiling young
woman came over, confirmed her name and led her into a bright clean
colorful room with pictures of their specialty gracing the walls. After
ensuring that she was comfortable on the elevated stool, she was asked to
remove her blouse and bra so that they could begin. The young woman
explained that in order to make the whole procedure a bit easier on her,
she would now be placed in the blindfold and her lover would join them,
since he was the one who had made the appointment and he knew how to best
calm any lingering fears. 

As the silky black blindfold slipped into place over her eyes, she
contemplated that interesting statement. Her lover? Since when? They
hadn't even met face to face in the light of day yet! She didn't even
know what he looked like, although she certainly knew the feel of his
hands and the sound of his voice. Her lover??? Hmmmm......well, he had
indeed made love to her and brought her mind blowing pleasure during that
unforgettable full body massage. Hmmmmmmm............. 

Yes, he was in reality her lover, after all. While she had been having
this private conversation in her mind, he had slipped into the room. She
felt his presence and instantly became still....waiting. Her head turned
to the sound of his voice as he explained to the technician that they had
decided upon a horizontal piercing, with a 14 gauge titanium ring. She
quivered in reaction to his nearness when he nuzzled her ear from behind
to whisper that he had decided upon the larger gauge piercing because
sensation and stimulation increase when larger gauges are worn. She could
hear the smile in his voice as he added, that it also allowed for more
strenuous play. While she took in that provocative remark he raised the
ante even higher by whispering that since her lovely nipples were so
delightful, he felt they would both reap the benefits. Well, that did it.
She was going to melt at his feet if he kept that up. She smiled and
lifted her hands in quiet supplication. His touch made her shiver in
reaction as he placed his hands around each of hers, trailing his fingers
down the inside of each arm, over the delicate outline of her collarbone,
down the top of her breasts, feathering a light caress over each nipple,
making them harden in response, before he placed his arms around her
waist, pulling her back against his chest, tucking her hands securely
under his. She could feel her breasts jutting forward, ready and willing
to be pierced. The technician gently explained that her nipples first
needed to cleansed with an antiseptic wash. The cold feel of the rubber
gloves and the cleansing solution against her skin made her jump, just a
bit. His deep voice flowed into her mind when he gently whispered "Easy,
baby, easy, it's all right." as his arms tightened around her in
steadfast reassurance. She could feel her nipples harden even more from
the slightly rough abrasion of the sterile pad used to apply the numbing
solution. She figured that was prolly a good thing. Hard nipples would be
easier to hold on to when the needle passed through, wouldn't they??
Needle? Eek! She hadn't really thought past his presence and his future
plans for said nipples. Damn. It _would_ take a needle to make the hole
required for the nipple ring. As these and other sobering thoughts
tumbled through her mind she felt the tech firmly grasp her left breast.
Uh oh! She knew what that meant. 


Just as she opened her mouth, leaned back and turned her head towards him
to tell them both that she had changed her mind and that this wasn't such
a fine idea after all, he firmly demanded that she kiss him. His mouth
covered hers with a hot urgency that took her by surprise. Their first
kiss! And, oh myyyyyy what a kiss! It felt like he was devouring her
lips, and his tongue was teasing hers into willing submission. Just as
she was trying to press closer to him, her neck extended to the side, her
mouth held captive by his rapacious hunger.....she felt the needle pierce
her skin. Her small cry was lost in his mouth, and her shiver of pain was
absorbed by his strong body, his arms pressing her even closer against
his chest. Slowly he released her mouth, softly licking her lips as he
moved back. She took a deep steadying breath, trying to smile, but
intensely aware that the numbing solution was not *quite* doing its much
needed job. But before she could even insist on a solitary nipple
piercing she felt the tech's hand move into position on her right breast.
Heedless of common sense and her agreement to this procedure, she tried
to struggle free of his hold on her. Her struggles proved to be pointless
because his quiet strength kept her firmly in place. All she managed to
do was to make her nipples stick all the more. In a kaleidoscope of
feeling she felt the sharp sensation of his teeth fastening onto the back
of her neck. She wasn't expecting such a primal attack on her senses. Her
back arched in helpless response and she couldn't silence the whimper
that echoed around the room as his teeth bit down harder, marking her
tender skin, at the same moment the needle was piercing her other nipple.
His teeth moved back and forth, his bite deep and well placed.
Pain....pleasure......astonishment.....confusion......primal
lust....vulnerable helplessness.....a melange of feelings kept rushing
over her in waves of intensity that left her unable to focus on any one
emotion. As she tumbled back down into the here and now, she felt his
hands rubbing her belly, his tongue licking her neck, his voice praising
her and telling her how pretty were her new nipple rings. He held her
close back against his chest, patiently waiting for her to reach a point
of rational thought....... 


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........Sachet 
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