"Kim, I know how you like bondage and such, and how you use it to relax. I don’t know how you do it, but that’s another matter. I have a suggestion for your escape from the rat race."
I looked up at her, puzzled. “What?” She pulled out an elaborately decorated brochure, very elegant, almost Victorian in style, with gold and silver filigrees and flourishes. On the front fold was printed, in calligraphic lettering, “Liberty Stables”. A photo of an immaculately clean house, with equally spotless stables and perfectly groomed grounds in the background, adorned the front fold too.
"Horse riding? There are at least two of the resorts in my pile that have that." I said grumpily. Silvia opened the brochure, and I froze when I saw the photo on the inside. "Not horses, Kim. Ponygirls." My jaw dropped. I was speechless as I read on. And getting goosepimply all over. In a good way.
After a couple of paragraphs, I looked back up at Silvia. “May I keep this?” I said in an euphoric tone, half aroused and half scared out of my wits (the way I love to feel when tied up). “By all means, Kimmy. Take it home, read it, think about it. My feeling is this is exactly what you need - to let go, completely, to escape into another world.” Deep down in my heart, I knew she was right. I just had to let the rest of my brain catch up. “Thanks… I’ll think about it.”