Tights and scarves in a Euston Bedsit (IC, March 2005)

She liked to be taken when a frenzy of tickling had reduced her to a floppy little pile of nerve endings. I liked to have her like that too – so utterly relaxed but also aglow and atingle.

She liked to be tickled in bed.

But, she struggled. The coup de grace was to get to her feet – she wanted it but boy would she struggle to prevent it. Cries of “keep still” didn’t work: “keep still damn you” was no better.

It was she that pointed out the laundry basket: “get my tights” she breathed. “there’s a scarf on the chair by the wardrobe”…

And, a little later: “Don’t tie them together silly – how on earth are you going to get in – tie them apart”.

This was less an introduction to bondage, more an initiation into the pleasures of taking, and losing, control.

More anon.

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