He had booked an appointment at the end of a working day, a stressful day. The servers had gone wrong and he had spent all day answering the calls of angry network users. He was as tired as tired could be and his neck and shoulders felt that he had bench pressed the weight of an elephant all day long.

He arrived to find the salon deserted. At the rear some beaded drapes parted and Ms M, his stylist, walked in. He gasped as she approached, high heels rhythmically clicking, long satin pencil skirt and camisole top swishing seductively.

He also saw the large pendant around her neck falling just below her bosoms.

“Come and sit in the hot seat, but do relaax. You look a mite frazzled ” She said as she prepared him for a trim which is all he had asked for.

They chatted about work, the weather, everything as she worked away styling his rather untidy hair. Soft music played in the background. Suddenly he felt tired, pleasantly tired, like all the stress of the day didn’t matter. Something about Ms M’s movements and method calmed him. He stifled a yawn.

“My, my! We have been a busy little man, haven’t we, my drowsy little dear one?” she said

“You know, men never admit it but they love having their hair fondled by a woman. It’s “soothing grooming”. Tell me, would you like one of my special massages? A stressed young man like you would find it beneficial. And you ARE stressed, aren’t you, my little love.

It was as if a disembodied voice came out of nowhere and said “Yes”. Calmly she finished his trim. Then without warning she drew the blinds, turned around and dimmed the lights, and then moved to stand in front of him.

“I hope you don’t mind, my dear? But this is my best position to massage you, as you will soon see.”

He wasn’t arguing.

“Now, look up. Look up at my pendant” she said.

He felt a little overwhelmed by her soft silken skirt in front of him and her bosoms above him. Suddenly, she touched her pendant and the stone in it lit up and started moving–sending gentle facets of light dancing and leaping in the room. It also hummed, a soft electronic hum like a purring sound. He liked it. It seemed to soothe his furrowed brow. He felt soothing fingers tracing swirling patterns over his forehead and face.

“Do you like it my sweet?” she inquired. “It’s not just a massage. It’s a tactile, aural, and optical experience. All three soothing gentle influences jointly designed to calm and quiet. They all work together to absorb all negative thoughts. Everything is here to lull, to soothe, to relax–all three at the same time. Keep looking up now.”

As he did so, he noticed how quickly the combination of multicoloured facetted rays, soothing purring noise, and sweeping gentle carresses were having an effect. He soon felt his eyes getting drowsy, more tired. As he looked up, he could see her face. He felt his body gently rock and saw her eyes watch over him. He felt safe , so safe in her multi-sensory embrace. Above all, he was aware of her eyes staring down at him.

“Just let everything go now. This experience will soon lull you sweetly to a wonderful relaxing state. Feel your muscles unwind, ridding themselves of all the stress of the day. Watch the beautiful display of light like your very own northern lights. Dancing, entrancing, gentle, relaxing. Here the purring hum of soothing gentle sound stroking your nerves , relaxing your body.”

“As you look up, you feel helplessly drawn into the embrace of wonderful restful slumber. You try to fight it, but you can’t. The only thing missing is a place to rest that tired little sleepy head.”

“You are worried that it will fall into the folds of my sooothing blaaack ssatin sskirt, aren’t you? That you will want to pillow your sleepy brow on those sssexy but oh so soothing sssilken ssatin thighs?”

“I am here to tell you to give yourself permission to do just that. To rest, to sleep, to sleep for me in silk-satin splendour. To rest and sleep.”

Helplessly he fell forward. But before he did, she cradled his heavy head and made him look up again.

“I like you. I want you to return again and again. Before you sleeeep you will know you need to return again and again to this slumberous delight. To this multi-sensory land of sleepy paradise. And whenever I say “Satin lullaby”, you will feel just as you are now–helpless, needing my sleepy nurture, my care. Needing me to gently watch over you as you slumber. Remember, when I say “Satin lullaby”, you will be where you are now. Ready for sleeep, sleeep, calming restorative stressless sssatin sleeeep.”

He seemed to wake with a start. “Wh What happenned?” he said. Ms M looked at him and laughed. “You slept like an exhausted child who has been out playing too long and needed that sweet lullaby to help him to revitalising restful sleep” she said.

“Bet you feel refreshed now?” she added

“Oh yes,” he said, “I really do.”

“Now if I was to say “Satin lullaby” “Satin lullaby”, angel, and switch on thissss.” The pendant began shining and purring……….

His eyes grew drowsy. He yawned. He slumped back in the chair “That´s right, my darling” she said. “You just succumb and sleep again. I think we’re going to see a lot of each other. Don’t you”?

The End

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