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CH3: FOLLOW DIRECTIONS
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Her POV
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I woke up with a massive migraine.
Ugh. How much did I actually drink last night?
I rubbed my temples before making my feeble attempt to get up.
Once I looked around, I realized the room I am in is not my own.
I gripped the covers in fear to my chest, then realization dawned that I am still in the gown I wore yesterday.
The smell of bacon wafts in through the opened doorway, so I can assume I am not alone.
Before I give in to my curiosity I take a chance to study my surroundings.
The walls have a golden sand hue to them, making them catch fire with the morning sun filtering through the window.
The room is sparsely decorated. There's obviously the bed looks to be the size of my own at home - a California king - with four thick wooden posts on the four corners. The posts are rather intricately designed with what appears to be engraved flames that spiral upwards.
Two dark wood nightstands made of the same type of wood as the bed and with similar design engraving flanked each side of it. The lamps were modern and metal. My study of this strange place was placed on hold when I noticed a folded note with my name, a bottle of water, a bottle of Aleve and a small plate with what appears to be saltine crackers on the nightstand beside me.
I smell them and since I can't detect any out of the ordinary odors I bite into one as I open the note.
Bella:
You've had quite a night. Drink the water, take a couple of Aleve and eat some crackers before you try to get up. You may take a shower. There's a towel, your slippers and my robe are behind the door.
If I am not near, I am outside cutting wood for the fire. Your breakfast is down the hall, follow your nose!
J._
J.?
Who could that be?!
Would my husband be pulling an erotic fantasy of mine to reality?
First I felt a rush of heat at the thought, biting my lip. Then another thought stopped me cold.
Gasp.
He wouldn't just leave his boss like that. He hasn't been that creative in...years.
And he never. Ever. Used an alias...
I felt the pounding headache get worse, so I took the advice on the note. I followed the two little pills with half a bottle of water, ate the crackers and downed more gulps of the clear liquid.
Ahh! That does feel better.
I rolled my eyes, lost in the cool feeling of the water down my aching throat, until it hit my stomach. I felt butterflies flutter and reached for the crackers. As I ate them, I let my eyes continue my interrupted exploration of this room.
There was an eight drawer dresser with a mirror above it, a wardrobe, a desk, and a chair, all with the same intricately carved flames. Last I spied two semi-closed doors.
I turned my body, feeling shorter when my legs dangled off the side of the bed, and pushed myself off to stand on my wobbly legs. Then I walked to the door without the swirling smell of food and...
Bingo! Bathroom!
I locked the door behind me and used the facilities. I purposely ignored the mirror knowing that, since I hadn't taken my makeup off or undone my hair, I most likely had a bad case of raccoon eyes and rat's nest going on.
I started the shower, turned around and began to undress. I placed my folded dress on the counter by the door and turned towards the wall-to-wall mirror to take out the pins that were holding my hair up.
Yep. There they are. Raccoon eyes.
The hair wasn't so bad though. It fell in ringlets, flowing down my shoulders.
I glanced around and noticed a basket of more feminine bath products than those I am used to. The basket even contained Strawberry Champagne from Victoria's Secret. There was a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, bubble bath, bath salts, bath and body oils; whatever was not from Victoria's secret had a fancy French style label on it.
What little wasn't of that scent was honeysuckle-like the kama sutra edible cream and body powder.
Wow!
Another note.
Bella,
Here are the essentials to make your splendor radiate (Not that you would need help in that department).
The KS items are for more...intimate...applications.
Enjoy!
J._
I must say, this J fellow had a flare for the dramatic.
It still bugged me a little that he was using an alias to filter this seductive atmosphere. It would have been nice to it just be me and him, but I will allow for this game to continue though. It seemed to me that he was working really hard to repay my loyalty.
Intimate applications, huh?
Intrigued by these words, I opened the box and the directions said to: apply to genitals for personal or shared pleasure.
Oh. THAT intimate application.
I felt heat rise up my face, my legs pressed together due to my excitement growing at the thought.
I put the cream down grabbed the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and sponge thingy, and put them on the edge of the tub.
Feeling a bit strange for undressing while my keeper was still unknown to me -even if it was just one of my husbands created alter egos- I hesitated a bit, then reached for the hooks on the garter holding my thigh high stockings up, pushing each down my thigh then calf.
I turned around swiftly when I heard a thump behind the glass.
Then nothing.
These walls must be really thin.
I then resumed the same action for the other leg, placing them over the toilet seat. I reached down to my waist to the strings holding my corset closed, undid the bow and unwound the extra from around my waist until I just had to pull their tight crisscrosses from my back. I pulled the harness down, wiggling my hips when it got stuck there, finally pulling my thong down with it.
I laid the last of my undergarments over the stockings and opened the shower door to get in, closing the clear - now fogged - doors behind me and into the steamy stream.
After my relaxing shower, I applied the lotions provided as suggested, despite the fact that I was sure I was blushing furiously. I turn and noticed that all of my previous clothing was...gone!
I covered myself with the plush towel and looked around frantically, with an accelerated heart rate and shortened breath, to find a small basket by the door on the floor.
I picked it up and saw another note over white tissue hiding something within the basket.
Three words in it this time.
Under the robe
No greeting.
No signature.
Same handwriting.
Only three words.
An order.
My eyes watered as I was filled with fear once again.
What am I doing? Why am I being so complaint?
It wasn't a new fact though. I always did what I was told.
Every. Single. Time.
I held the tears back as I uncovered the contents within the basket.
A gust of air rushed out of me in relief.
It was a familiar lingerie garment. A sexy, leather, stringy number - full of belts - ordered but never used...not since he never had the time anymore.
I shook my head from that thought, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips.
He has time now, and wants to make up his absences.
Finally.
Excitedly, I bit my lip and sprung right into the leather concoction.
The straps were not that intricate, but it took a few minutes to get it on and adjust it.
The strap holding her breasts was thicker, and curved under in the bottom to help lift and create a beautiful cleavage, buckling at the front.
The crotch seemed to cover but ended with a strategically placed zipper that when opened mimics crotchless underwear.
In the basket were also a set of leather cuffs I didn't recognize, but matched with the leather I now wore.
Two smaller ones for the wrists and two larger ones for my ankles.
With everything on I turned to the counter and brushed my hair leaving it wet. He liked it that way; he said he loved to watch it curl.
I went back to the basket of 'essentials' and reapplied some of the honeysuckle powder and found a tube of that nice lip gloss that tastes so good - wild cherry, Victoria's Secret - and applied some.
I took the white fluffy robe with a J inscribed on the left side, tied the strap and after a deep breath, I opened the door with a slight, nervous smile.
To my disappointment, the room was empty.
Then I remembered the first note.
And as requested, I followed my nose.