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.I am gradually migrating my blog from UK BDSM website, Informed Consent (due to close in February 2013), to this, my private blog and also to the new community website it seems most likely that c_b and I will use going forward, Fetbook. This blog “Tights and Scarves in a Euston Bedsit” was first published on Informed Consent on 22 March 2005. My private blog is belasarius.com