TheBanyanTree: possibilities.....part 8.....

[Sachet]

As she dressed and prepared to leave the piercing shop, the technician 
approached her with a smile as she presented care instructions in a 
small bag.

No swimming for two weeks.  Let the piercings heal 6 weeks before 
wearing other rings or indulging in play.  Apply the antibiotic cream 
twice daily. In her case, the "soothing ointment"  he had left for her. 
One more careful attention to detail, significant and telling of his 
gentle nature.

She sat in her car, reading over the literature, searching through the 
bag to make sure she had gone over everything. One small envelope eluded 
her grasp. Upending the bag on the seat next to her, she found the 
envelope. She smiled when she saw her name was on the front, in his 
handwriting, and opened it without hesitation. Her attention was caught 
by the little card that fell out. It was a full membership card to an 
exclusive health club, one far beyond her financial means. Exclusive in 
the sense that it wasn't your usual health club. Not intended for the 
rich and idle, or the young and pampered. It was a fitness club for the 
serious of mind and body.

She turned to the letter and read of his concern that she wouldn't be 
able to swim for awhile and since it was his fault, he thought it only 
fair that he provide a way to ease her frustrations of not being able to 
swim each day; as he knew it was her main form of exercise and 
relaxation. With the card she could explore other ways to challenge her 
body and soothe her soul.

She smiled, as she read on,........"But first she would need things to 
wear, wouldn't she? And didn't she deserve at least one week of total 
pampering while her piercings healed? And what better way for a woman to 
feel pampered than with silky new lingerie and sleepwear."

All of this leading up to his most recent surprise. Within the next few 
days, as she felt up to it, she was to drive over to the elegant 
lingerie shop in the mall. An account had been opened for her, with a 
few selections he had chosen for her to try on first. He wanted her to 
realize that his hands had touched each item, with full intent to touch 
them again some day or...... night.... soon. In the meantime he would 
savor the pleasure of knowing she was wearing them night and day.

After she arrived at the shop and gave the receptionist her name she was 
led into a private alcove. She wasn't at all surprised to find he had 
chosen a selection of lingerie in her favorite styles and colors. Their 
many long talks over the phone, late at night, had provided him with 
endless intimate details about her interests and preferences. She 
quivered as she tried on each of his selections.....a black lace 
demi-cup bra with a tiny matching thong, the ever-practical seamless 
push-up racerback bra (for exercising), with the ever-practical cotton 
panties - but in such delicious colors of iced melon and lemon chiffon, 
a playful cotton- candy pink plunge bra and matching bikini panties, a 
corset-inspired champagne colored bustier with sleek pale stockings, a 
delicate blue butterfly mesh v-string, a shimmery point d'esprit cami & 
bun pant, a sheer and opaque silk teddy for sleeping, and a white lace 
and pearl merrywidow that left little to the imagination, and everything 
to anticipation.

Which was only heightened by the sound of his voice on her cell phone. 
In the dressing room. As she was changing into yet one more of his 
selections. Naturally, he wanted to know if she liked his choices, and 
if she was pleased at the thought of showing them to him  soon.....but 
he also wanted one picture of her now, then and there, in whatever 
lingerie she chose, in whatever pose she felt comfortable with.....he 
would wait while she prepared to send the picture to his cell phone. 
(She'd often wondered why they had never before used that option. She'd 
always been curious.) He was oh-so-clever. Knowing that she felt safe 
and distant, it was delightfully easy for her to slide the floral 
flyaway babydoll on before she once again picked up the cell phone to 
capture her smiling pose. She told him it was on its way and waited 
quietly for his reaction. The deep slow growl that rumbled through the 
phone into her ear, told her everything she needed to know.....

cbt....

...Sachet