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hooks, spaced approximately the distance between my own arms and legs. He patted the table and I sat down, scooting into the middle where he’d indicated.
        “Lie down, Marnie,” he said.
        “Would you like me face-down or face-up, sir?” I asked. It felt a little weird to address a kid his age as sir, but youngster didn’t seem right either.
        “Face-up is good to start with.” He smiled again, and I stretched out on my back as he began placing the cuffs on my ankles.
        “Sir, I forgot to ask — is it okay if we say mercy is the safe word? I know it’s not likely that I’ll need to use it, but—”
        “Sure, that’s fine. Mercy it is. Are these good?” he asked, tugging on an ankle and a wrist cuff with each hand.
        “They’re fine, thank you, very comfortable,” I answered, thinking how I’d wished all my working life for a career where lying down was part of the job description.
        I closed my eyes as his fingers spread more warmth over my calves, the tops of my thighs, my ribs, my breasts. He ran his fingertips like feathers down the sides of my abdomen, then swirled them in light circles under my arms. I opened my eyes to look at him, to see whether he seemed to care that I wasn’t giggling. He didn’t look mad as I watched him pondering where to try and tickle me next, his gaze traveling the length of my body.
        He poked the first three fingers on each hand into either side of my ribs then. That kind of touch had indeed felt like tickling to me in other situations, but this time it felt only like a jab. A jab that turned me on for no reason I could understand, and I surprised us both by moaning and lifting my upper body closer to his hands.
        “You liked that?” Daniel asked, trying to sound flirtatious, but unable to totally conceal his confusion at my reaction.
        “I guess so,” I said uncertainly. “I don’t know why, though — it kind of hurt,” I finished.
        “In a good way, or…?” Daniel asked, and it did seem to matter to him at the time.
        I didn’t know how to answer him. I wasn’t sure I wanted to encourage more of the same. I knew it wasn’t considered very safe to receive any kind of pain to areas of the body that weren’t well-padded in fat. Rib cages are generally off limits.
        “Um,” I began, not sure how I was going to finish, and was interrupted by some more poking, this time not quite as hard, although still enough to hurt. Again I arched my back and breathed heavily through my mouth as his fingertips prodded bone and skin.
        “I’m sorry,” I gasped, “I don’t know why I’m having this reaction.”
        In my confusion, I was afraid that, somehow, my being turned on would be an actual letdown for a person who was looking solely for the types of screams and giggling that normally accompany a tickling experience.
        “Nothing to be sorry about,” Daniel grunted, and climbed up on the bed to straddle my hips.
        The cool leather of the tops of his shoes rested on my outer thighs as his fingers went back to tormenting my torso. He was smiling above me now, and something in his expression unnerved me. His sizable and very hard erection pressed into my pubic bone at the same time as his poking became more intense and unfocused.
        “Um, uh,” I was having a hard time translating the sensations and my response to them, but I had begun to feel worried about what we were doing. “Um, mercy!” I suddenly yelled, having finally felt a jab that was only painful instead of a blurry pleasure.
        Daniel stopped his strange tickling technique and let his hands massage the places on my body that now felt red and tender.
        “Mm,” I said, pushing my body up into his hands, using that movement as a chance to clandestinely tug at my wrists and ankles, to get a sense of how helpless I really was. It felt like I could probably pull my