"Meet me at the Hamilton Suites at 6 pm Tuesday. I will have a surprise for you then. I love you and can't wait to hold you. I have made reservations and all arrangements with the hotel. Get a room key card from the desk and go to the room and wait for me."
The email was short but to the point. Your heart skipped a beat as you reread it. You knew what day it was, but looked at the calendar anyway to be sure Tuesday was really three days away.
You got up from your desk and went to your closet and looked for the right dress to wear. It had to be a dress. You and I both loved that slow and rich excitment of tender touches and forbidden movements of my hands under your skirt when we meet. You removed three, that you hadn't worn when we met before and laid them on the bed, then searched through the lingerie drawers for panties and bra to go with the dress.
You couldn't decide between two of the dresses so you put them back in the closet and busied yourself with household chores. The next two days dragged by slowly, but finally Tuesday dawned.
You took off work early and raced home to get ready. At about 4:30 you got in your car and started for the hotel. You arrived at 5:45 and went in to the registration desk.
"I believe you have a key for me. The registration name is Damon Walsh."
The desk clerk typed in the computer keyboard and then encoded a key card. He smiled as he handed it to you.
"We hope you enjoy your stay miss."
"I'm sure I will."
You found the elevator and took it to the forth floor and then walked down the hallway until you found the room. The keycard clicked the door lock and when the green light came on, you opened the door and went in.
The lights were on. Fresh flowers cast off a spring meadow scent. On the bed was a bright box and a card. You picked the card up and read it.
"Hello sweetheart. I have some things I want you to wear for me. You will find them in the box. Please change into them. There is another instruction card in the box. I hope you will follow my wishes exactly. If so, I promise you a night to remember."
You opened the box and pushed the tissue paper away and saw the black corset and stockings. They were French and felt exquisite to your touch. You smiled as you imagined the planning that had preceeded this evening. You stood and held the corset up to you and looked in the mirror. The red piping accentuated the rich black textured satin and lace.
You quickly undressed and cinched the corset tight with the draw cords and then snapped the back closed. You were held tight into the shape that it defined, but you didn't feel confined. You bent and turned to see how restricted you would be. Satisfied, you sat down and pulled the stocking on and secured them with the garter snaps. You posed in the mirror, looking at the contrast between the black garments and your white flesh. You felt warm and liquid as ran your hands over the corset and your breasts and then across your belly.