treasured property
Dom Depot is where you get that good kinky industrial stuff. Costco is not so erotic. However, today was a special day for the warehouse grocery store, as your Master has found something special to buy. I want to be prepared for when you arrive, and previously had not found a cushion appropriate for you to have at the house, but I now have the perfect one. I wanted to pack it up and leave it in the garage for safe keeping, so I put it there right from the car and went to the house for a protective bag to pack it in.
Can something so benign be erotic with its handling? I feel that this cushion might be such a thing. It’s material will caress your bare skin, it’s contents will cradle your body. It’s design will make kneeling easier on your knees, and it’s padding will help the duration. With joy I purchased it, and with joy I cared for it, as I would care for the treatment of your very skin.
I packed your cushion. I packed it with such care it felt really good to do that. It’s packed so completely that it will feel like it is a gift for me when we open it up. I think I will feel like I am receiving a reward for waiting so patiently for your arrival. I put it inside that trash bag. I thought it would be big enough, but when I unfolded the bag I knew at least it would be necessary to flatten it down to pack it fully inside. As I began to put the cushion into the bag, my fingers nearly poked holes in the plastic. Suddenly I realized that the task was going to involve tender care. The cushion was twice the size of the bag, almost. I started squeezing air out from it like a down sleeping bag without the benefit of a nylon stuff sack.
Tenderly, I wrapped the black plastic around one end of the cushion, alternating from squeezing the cushion to sliding the plastic around it. Soon your cushion was covered in it. I was careful with box corners and nearby random tools scattered around the garage and found a welcome huge box flipped over on the floor. Here I needed to push down your fluffy cushion into the box and pull the bag up around it. Repeat and squeeze.
Once I could get the plastic handle straps over the top I leaned on the package and breathed the fresh smell of cedar fibres. I have no idea what that means other than smelling nice, but whatever it is filled with, it is going to be perfect for your bare knees and toes. I wrapped the handle straps around the gathered brim of the bag and made a small opening for air to escape from as I finally pressed the whole thing flat, cedar scent blowing my face as I did so.
Twirling the deflated package to seal the top, I carefully wound the straps in both directions until I could tie it off. Now that I had the bundle done, I needed to have a place to store it. I found a canvas bag filled half way up with bedroom linens I had never planned on using but were worth too much to throw out. Perfect. I stuffed them further to the bottom and pulled the canvas up around my plastic-wrapped cushion. I pulled the cord of the bag to tighten leaving only the garbage bag’s red handle exposed.
Heavy with linens, I hoisted the bag over the top of the folded boxes, not concerned about puncturing the gift. There it sits in the corner, anonymously posing as old rags in a canvas bag, your cushion waits, fragrant and fresh inside an airtight Hefty bag.
In fifty-six days it will be new again, as it was new today from the store. In fifty-six days I will be new again, because I will have my slave at my feet. In fifty-six days I will see that my slave is well cared for, and treated as the treasured property she is. Indeed, she is my most precious possession. For my slave to serve me best, she must be handled with care. Handled as a priceless fragile vase, sitting beautifully on the special cushion I’d bought for her today. It said it is “specially made for your pet.” For me, it’s made for my special pet, my slave.
/// (c) Master Zoomer
/// “treasured property”
/// May 1, 2010
My Master calls me not only His property but His treasure. I love your words of love that you use to speak of your pet/slave. So sweet.
He has also told me of a special place made just for me next to His chair. And that He will cherish and care of me, telling me that I only deserve the best.
I think that we are truly blessed people to have found each other.
2nd time I have read this one, different words but the meaning is the same. She feels valued. You both seem to have figured it out for you.