flights. For the next four days, she was at the mercy of whatever the Madame had set up for her, and for some reason, that sent a tingle of excitement coursing through her.
For four days she didn’t have to be Kia Williams, Professor of Anthropology. She didn’t have to wear professional suits and her hair in a French twist. She didn’t have to wear panty hose and high collared shirts to hide her chest while she studied and lectured on cultures and indigenous people and their relationships, their social habits, their desires and their reasonings. She didn’t have to stand at the front of the classroom or sit behind a piece of glass or a table and watch from afar. For four days she got to feel, to be touched, to be something and someone else. She got to live instead of watch, and if it took a chunk of her savings, she knew just this feeling was worth it.
Stepping up to the door, she straightened her shoulders and knocked.
Chapter Two
The house may have looked subdued on the outside, but inside was nothing but decadence and beauty. White lights wrapped around everything, sheer white curtains hanging from ceilings to act as dividers, circling individual pieces of furniture, framing the windows that were tinted to filter the sun and one’s ability to see in. When she was led to her room by an almost sedate brunette in a white sundress and bare feet, Kia wasn’t sure if she was in the right place. M had called it a retreat…but Kia had assumed it would be all dark fabrics and red velvet.
Now, thirty minutes after being signed in and led to her room that housed a large bathroom with a tub and separate glass encased steam shower, a large bed done in rich purple and light gray, and a headboard draped in lights, Kia wasn’t sure if this week was going to be anything she expected. Spotting a note on the small table that held the champagne bucket and one flute, already full, she smiled to herself as she picked up the glass and started to read.
Miss Williams,
Welcome to Paradise. For the next six days you are to do nothing but enjoy yourself, that’s why you’re here, after all. In order to ensure this, we’ve set up a daily schedule that we will place in your room every morning. In it you will find all of your activities and instructions. Should you need anything beyond that, just ring the bell on the inside of your door. Someone will assist you…whatever your need.
Below is tonight’s schedule and instructions. Follow them and let the enjoyment begin.
Paradise Awaits.
xxx
Kia continued on, turning the thick cardstock over to find her instructions. When item one read “run hot water, dump bath salts and bubbles in, and soak” she was already removing her blouse.
Sticky from a day of traveling, Kia gladly stepped out of her clothing as she padded toward the bathroom, champagne glass in hand. Turning on the faucets, she set the temperature of the water and began to pour the crystals and liquid from the beautiful bottles that lined the tub. Twisting up her long brunette locks, she used the pins on the vanity to secure it before reading through the rest of the list for the night.
Night one is all about touch. You’ve lost your sensitivity to sensation, and so you are going back to the beginning. Touch with hands only—yours, theirs, ours. As many hands as you can. No kissing, no tongues, no lips. Just hands. Turn on your iPod and enjoy the water. More awaits when you are done.
A pretty easy night, Kia thought as she set the card down and turned toward the bath. Spying the iPod, she walked over and hit play, enjoying very much the low, rhythmic beat that pulsed out softly. Taking the candle matches, she set to putting the mood, lighting all of the tea lights, filling the
For four days she didn’t have to be Kia Williams, Professor of Anthropology. She didn’t have to wear professional suits and her hair in a French twist. She didn’t have to wear panty hose and high collared shirts to hide her chest while she studied and lectured on cultures and indigenous people and their relationships, their social habits, their desires and their reasonings. She didn’t have to stand at the front of the classroom or sit behind a piece of glass or a table and watch from afar. For four days she got to feel, to be touched, to be something and someone else. She got to live instead of watch, and if it took a chunk of her savings, she knew just this feeling was worth it.
Stepping up to the door, she straightened her shoulders and knocked.
Chapter Two
The house may have looked subdued on the outside, but inside was nothing but decadence and beauty. White lights wrapped around everything, sheer white curtains hanging from ceilings to act as dividers, circling individual pieces of furniture, framing the windows that were tinted to filter the sun and one’s ability to see in. When she was led to her room by an almost sedate brunette in a white sundress and bare feet, Kia wasn’t sure if she was in the right place. M had called it a retreat…but Kia had assumed it would be all dark fabrics and red velvet.
Now, thirty minutes after being signed in and led to her room that housed a large bathroom with a tub and separate glass encased steam shower, a large bed done in rich purple and light gray, and a headboard draped in lights, Kia wasn’t sure if this week was going to be anything she expected. Spotting a note on the small table that held the champagne bucket and one flute, already full, she smiled to herself as she picked up the glass and started to read.
Miss Williams,
Welcome to Paradise. For the next six days you are to do nothing but enjoy yourself, that’s why you’re here, after all. In order to ensure this, we’ve set up a daily schedule that we will place in your room every morning. In it you will find all of your activities and instructions. Should you need anything beyond that, just ring the bell on the inside of your door. Someone will assist you…whatever your need.
Below is tonight’s schedule and instructions. Follow them and let the enjoyment begin.
Paradise Awaits.
xxx
Kia continued on, turning the thick cardstock over to find her instructions. When item one read “run hot water, dump bath salts and bubbles in, and soak” she was already removing her blouse.
Sticky from a day of traveling, Kia gladly stepped out of her clothing as she padded toward the bathroom, champagne glass in hand. Turning on the faucets, she set the temperature of the water and began to pour the crystals and liquid from the beautiful bottles that lined the tub. Twisting up her long brunette locks, she used the pins on the vanity to secure it before reading through the rest of the list for the night.
Night one is all about touch. You’ve lost your sensitivity to sensation, and so you are going back to the beginning. Touch with hands only—yours, theirs, ours. As many hands as you can. No kissing, no tongues, no lips. Just hands. Turn on your iPod and enjoy the water. More awaits when you are done.
A pretty easy night, Kia thought as she set the card down and turned toward the bath. Spying the iPod, she walked over and hit play, enjoying very much the low, rhythmic beat that pulsed out softly. Taking the candle matches, she set to putting the mood, lighting all of the tea lights, filling the
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