Power of  Mind……Power of Heels…… Part 4

Erotic - Non Fiction

 Part three ended with …….

Battling with my energetic mind as I try to fall asleep, without peeping at the opened no 13. Trying to appease my mind with the mere fact, the following day you could read one in the morning and one in the later part of the day…. After much time on disciplining the mind to stay where it should be……tangled in leather strands and male presence which was leading, I drifted into a slumber with my naked canvas.(un- marked)……………

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Day 12…..as per usual, one of the things about myself I absolutely love, especially at wake up….my warm breasts with erected nipples greeting me, loves my morning affection before we crawl out of bed. Tuesday 18 April 2023……. Let’s greet this day with the same warmth from my breasts as I gently tugged on my nipples. (The same way my Dom used to practice this little afforded gift)  We have two envelopes today, just as my erected warm nipples, two of them, huge smile.  Tuesday, good morning, as I hold my boobs, we walk to the bathroom, have a morning puddle, Morning scrumptious pussy, are you as ready as we are. Morning spray to rinse her face with the bidet. Marching through the kitchen to get our Fennel and honey tea…..the familiar morning bird sounds. The kettles whistle from the gas stove, when the water reached its desired temperature. Tea and our way back to the bed, we have a later start today with a distracted mind.  Cuddles back with the duvet, pulls out that envelope, oh my fuck I love this fragrance. Appreciate the texture of  the note at my pillow, after a first sip of tea, lets read….yesterday’s old news, chuckles in myself…. The big 13, unlucky to most as they believe, though I believe the man behind the black Initials, have a very positive mind-set. The kind who can create any so called unlucky into a positive flow of sorts.  It reads….. I hope you enjoy this little dangler. You will find interesting ways to wear, I have no doubt. Perhaps over our next flute of champagne, you could enlighten me how you experienced it while I inhale you……Black initials, gold brushed. Talking to myself out loud…..Oh my fuck, Inhale me…… now I am supposed to focus all day? The corners of my mouth insist to smile, my boobs love it, those nipples insist on misbehaving, and even my breathing is out of line. That pussy, nope, you hush girl, we aren’t even going to talk about it, get to behave mode.  Sips some tea……. Let’s pull together, time for morning showers, follow through,  go get the day………we have a bonus today, two in a row, somewhere we will fit in envelope no 12……I am also thinking, less days…..closer….. Towards an evening which I believe could play out in various (unknown to me) ways.

At the end of another day, standing at the water edge at a restaurant. Just taking a moment, breathe and just enjoy the coolness from the water below the deck. Absorb the view, calmness of the water as it gently rolls under the deck.  Spaces with water, one of my favourite comforts. Enjoying the rhythm of those in their canoes, having a great workout as they do their rounds. It’s a great time of the day. Before sunset, sets completely. The buzz has mostly departed before the evening visitors start showing up for after work cocktails. I order a Martini, seeing all the smokers has left leaving the space around me clear and breathable.  Sitting down when my Martini arrives, my hand to my bag, reaching for no 12…….Opening the envelope, with a little card attached inside, behind the rice paper.  It reads…..wherever you may find yourself reading this, find the card behind the reading sheet, with the collection code on it. You know where the shop is. (as the card display it all clearly, of course) Enjoy wearing me that close, I am sure this will add an extra spark in your being, whenever you wear it. Bold Initials, gold brushed. I sip my Martini, look at the time, realizing, if I hurry, I could make it to the shop in time before they close. I am not far from the shop. After I settled my bill, I rushed my way around to get there in time. A little rushed and out of breath, as I step into the shop. The kind of shop where the service is a little too fabricated and a little too much. (Not my kind)           I present the card to the one lady behind the glass counter, saying, I believe I need to collect something. Quickly and discreetly, I depart with my tiny black carrier bag. Filled with tissue paper, more black silk ribbon with gold edge. Curious, of course, however, something tells me to just get my ass home first. On the way home. I also realize how this has become part of my schedule for the past 8 odd days, If I am not mistaken. I would probably miss these daily little additions of gestures and innuendos to my days. Therefor woman, as the words made it clear in the beginning, enjoy the journey…The day was one of those where you start stripping after the front door, as you walk through the house. Leaving it all in the laundry basket as one pass. Heels out for the overnight re fresh and morning sun. Bag on the kist ….I fetch a silk robe. Hang this over the towel rack. While the water flow to warm up the shower. Stepping between the  inside of  the glass walls. Relaxed my body against the cool glass of the shower. My boobs love it. As the water turns warm enough I change the pattern of spray, to the pressure flow I want from the shower head .  Indulging under the alluring pressure. Allowing the flow to remove the day, like detoxing it out of me. My erected nipples, more prominent as I turn away from the showers glass walls. My nipples sensitively absorb the warmth of the water, enjoying the  sensual rich creamy pomegranate and berry shower gel.  The fragrance join the steamy swirls around me. White foamy lather caressing my skin under, then, a less pressured warm water flow. My nipples firmly protrude through the overload of foamy lather flowing over my breasts. Afterwards, I leaned in against the hot steamed shower glass walls. I write the gold dusted Initials on the steamed up glass wall. Etched in my mind already. Take a moment in  relaxation mode just breathing before I returned the favor to my ass and shoulder blades in my turning around. Stepping out of the shower, dabbing myself mostly. Slip into the silky robe. To the kitchen, leaving a trail of damp foot prints along the wooden floor.  I got myself an ice cold spring water, sparkled. Steamy showers dehydrate me.

Happily steamed up, though rewarded with the coolness of sparkle, poured into a refined  glass, with a wide opening. Leads my thoughts with creative thinking to  exotic wide openings.  Bringing the glass up close and personal to my breasts as I allow the silk to slightly slide open…they always enjoy their little spoils….. Gentle caress of sparkle to my canvas. Trotting through to my bag to collect the little gift carrier I collected ….. Getting comfortable. Gift bag on my open lap, one foot underneath me. Sips on some water. Inhale, exhale, as I sensuously undo the ribbons with its gold edges. Gently removed the maze of thin layered black tissue papers. Waiting to be  found in the center of it all, a flat black box with golden sticker and ribbon to tug open. It appeared like the shape of what could hold a bracelet or maybe necklace. A very tiny card that said, once open, always open. The message was like a bold stop street. Another sip of water, did me well. I returned the box, snug and unopened to its tissue wrap. Entertained myself by re reading that little card, slipped it back between the tissue wrap as well. Further entertained myself with the ribbon which reminded me of my black seamed stockings. Found it a lovely little safe spot in my bedroom, where I could keep an eye on it, should I decide to contemplate opening it…..it is in my reach. I felt very content with my choice, also very aware to the freedom of just opening that little box after that little message on that tiny little card. I believed at that point, it is a good time for dinner and much else I could re-focus myself too. Nothing wrong with a good book on a Tuesday evening.

Day 11……… the morning team arrived, warm and erect as always. Sitting up in my bed, realizing I must have been tired. I was so goners I did not even dream. ….. Wow, shook my head in own amazement. My eye catching that little black carrier bag, posing on my one shelf …..it is all coming back to me…..Somehow I do know one thing, keeping distance between me and that little bag is a safe little thing to do right now. Huge smile, as I fell back between my arrays of feathered pillows. As my weight thump against the down, the Tonka cloud rises loud and proud, surrounding me, as it puffs up from the pillows, I allowed a minute to absorb the wealth of hybrid. Hands follow mind……my warm hands returned greetings to my shoulders. Fingertips gently traced a route which journeyed across my breasts, circled around my areola's, teasing my erected nipples. With no rush from a time factor, find their way to my raised joy, with warm thighs, just below her. Bringing myself upright, so my hands could trace further than my thighs, as my calves, feet and simply just all of me, enjoys the truths from the passionate grail, breathing through me. At the time my hands returned on similar paths as they traveled to reach where they did, after slithering over my thighs, towards my face……first a stop and turn through the joyous moist. Fruitful, warm and sweet nectar, as five fingertips, firmly tap into my canvas. Deeply squeeze the tap of masochism with one hand, while the other caress the sweetness of self over the eagerly awaiting tongue and lips. The mind totally engaged with a particular 66 strand suede  flogger. Stepping out of the hybrid hypnotism…….slowly…  as the vibration of ecstasy was still a subtle presence……..  Motivating myself to get showered and prepared for that 11th day, as I walked pass the little carrier bag on the cabinet. I said out loud. You have a lovely little day there…..

Much later to the day, returning from all the days goals, I stopped by the office. Receiving a compliment on my lovely new bright shimmering pink heels. My mind was saying, if only you could see my matching undies…..Slip on, many interesting straps over my feet with open heels and toes, I smiled looking down at my feet saying, , let’s go inside for a quick visit to entertain envelope no 11……nothing wrong with a late afternoon espresso before retiring from the day. Rubs my right hand over the rich texture of the black box, where the flute glasses are patiently waiting for life’s invitation. At the readiness of the espresso, we nearly glide over to my desk. Like a lady, legs crossed, lean inward to reach that corner of my desk. Pulled that box closer after I tipped of the lid. Joined by the hybrid aroma……. Not sure if I must be happy about day 11’s envelope or not. In that moment, I expressed what I felt, which was, what the fuck should I be happy about. Reminding myself, do not let the little carrier bag on the cabinet at home imbalance you’re thinking woman. Exhale and a first sip of strength is always a little healthy kick. Chocolate and berry mix.….strength of a super joy Composed, not losing site of the attractive “bright hello” pink on my feet…. Turning my sight to the envelope which I was about to open. I do admit, I enjoyed every fucking mm of what I felt in my body, as I  slid the note out, which is always folded in half. Thinking, 66 specific strands, fuck that is a different journey, I said. I caught view of my pink shimmer. Felt the tingle just above my left breast as the dangler moved on my matching cerise pink bra strap. Sipped on my coffee….. Played with the envelope in my one hand, as the texture alone was a turn on. Used my right hand, sliding the note open on my leg, just above  my knee, crossed over my left leg…..It read….. well hello gorgeous , I marked this day on my calendar. This was just to remind me of the day after yesterday’s collection (that of course would be if you had time to uplift the order)( With a smiley emoji drawn). Simply to continue to wonder on this day, if you are wondering as much as I am wondering.  Big bold Initials xoxo, with the famous gold brush …… I sipped the last few sips in one sip, like a shooter. I said out loud, you are such an alluring foreplay Mr. I stood upright, looking into the box before I closed it. Aware of a sensation which is not sure if it is happy, seeing so few envelopes left. There was a little something at home, closed, sealed….. Now a missing link in the journey to me, perhaps? I was thinking at the time, I always believe a wondering mind is a healthy mind, stimulation. So let’s keep it right there, in my wondering..... by the time I retired between my linen, it was with satisfaction in mind. We shall then both endure and enjoy the wondering, Mr. (I thought in silence)

Day 10…….. Left the little bag, with its little box, on its little spot, at home. At the office, waiting for the coffee machine to deliver. I realized, the excitement for the next envelope is not just excitement. (There was a fused emotion) Both the boxes are left close. The power of the hybrid left alone, sealed , captured under the lids. Except …..for the presence of what already escaped over the days, created presence in my office. Somewhere during the middle morning, i spontaneously opened the box with envelopes in passing, opening envelope no 10. Like the opening of a quickie on a chocolate wrapper. Very unlike me, which made me  realize, I returned the note to its envelope. Placed it in my diary with a large paperclip. I gathered all I needed, depart the office space. Straight home, changed into very loose comforts. I remember the envelope which I transfered to my bag I took with me. Grabs my hat and departed. My first stop a half hour later after vibrating the world into no existence with tribal house selection from Kongo to Cuba, my favourite ice cream spot. The largest best ice cream sugar cones, …….swept away by nature…….following the pulse of the calling in those moments. 2 hours later, I  became aware where I breathe best. Being free and unrestricted by anything. The ocean loves me as much as I love the ocean, playful and cleansing, though one of the greatest forces of energy. I love the exfoliation to my canvas from the ocean. Rolling naked in the sand. Natural on the white beach, here and there, heaps of seaweed tossed out to serve its purpose. Stretched out on its white coarsely earth, enjoying the spray from the ocean as it reaches my canvas. The breeze dancing to its own rhythm arousing my every pore.  Fresh spray from the ocean keeping my canvas moist.  No towel, just indulged in that layer of the earth. The various seagulls, expressed their moments over the subtle waves and seaweed heaps. More hours later, leaving the isolated clean face at the ocean, with just a beach cloth draped around my nakedness. I found way to the harbour to collect the best of what is called a fish and chips parcel.  A coffee close by to enjoy in the sunset with a view over the bay. My thoughts end up on the rocks where the high tides leave salted spatter against the high rising power shaped rocks. A pattern in my mind flash from a suede 66 strand flogger. I enjoy the spasm between my thighs in the open air. Ended up at my overnight stop, warming my parcel after sunset, enjoyed with the oceans gentle tide. With salt and vinegar finger tips, straight out the parcel, no crock or cutlery, closest to this was a fisheries serviettes with my wet ones closely on the wooden table. A tiff going on between salt and vinegar and a spicy hybrid market of aroma. After Opening  the envelope no 10, …..I felt refreshed and invigorated.  Ready to read anything….. huge smile….. I enjoyed opening the exclusive board and paper with messy fingers……this gave me a kick in a way ……. The note read, I enjoy the vigor from my wondering mind, I am confidant you have a wondering mind as well. Today is the last of the double lane. Tomorrow we will be moving into the last days in single numbered days. I believe you will find them as tantalizing, as I would. I am eager to observe you on the catwalk. Few things in life leave me speechless. Though I also know this is much more than being speechless. I enjoyed the oceans taste on my lips fused with the salt and vinegar,

Before I retired to a warm soak and an overnight, next to the oceans lullaby. Tonga, spice, like all things nice, along with the oceans moist and rumble… my wondering mind, healthy moist and vibrations…..what a symphony ……

Part 5 to follow

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Published November 2023

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