the list. When I found Alexandra, she had her laptop on her lap in the living room. I knelt in front of her. "The laundry room is clean," I told her.
"One toy?"
I nodded.
"I need a few more minutes," she said. "Meet me in the bedroom, kneeling while wearing the bathrobe."
"Yes, Alexandra."
I got ready for bed then assumed my position on the floor. She kept me there for about five minutes before I heard her turning off the lights and joining me. She walked around me, caressing me while she did so.
"Restraint or sensation?"
"I don't know," I said. "The restraints just seem like more of the same."
She looked at me. "That's probably true. It's how I use them that changes dramatically. I can use rope and it looks like art, for instance."
"Show me that?"
"How about tomorrow," she said. "When we have more time."
"All right. Sensation then."
"I'll give you a choice. If you let me secure you to the bed again, I'll show you one you'll let me use. Or else we can skip the restraints; I can go to the extreme and show you something I wouldn't use even if you asked."
I looked into her face. "Which do you want?"
"To play of course, but you're probably more curious about what I might have I'm not willing to even use."
I smiled. "Same position on the bed?"
She returned my smile. "No. Lie down on your back. Get comfortable."
I climbed onto the bed, arranged some pillows, then tried to relax. She opened her dresser and came back with the same restraints she had used last night. She wrapped one around my right wrist and secured it to the bed somewhere I couldn't see. Then she did the left wrist. After that she pulled each of them taut, and I found my arms spread straight out from my shoulders with very little movement.
"Oh my," I said.
She smiled at me. "I'm not done," she told me. She went to the dresser and came back with two more cuffs. "Same cuffs, for your ankles."
I pulled my legs away. "You promise to stop if I ask you to?"
"Yes."
I slowly gave her a leg. She wrapped both ankles in cuffs, secured the tethers to the bed, then shorted the tethers, pulling my legs apart. When she was done, I was pulled tight to the bed and couldn't really move either my arms or legs.
She sat down on the bed next to me and caressed my face.
"Melissa, you are playing with fire."
I smiled at her. "I trust you."
She patted my cheek and stood up, walked to the dresser, and pulled something small out of it. She hid it behind her back as she walked back to me and sat down again.
"You're going to say No at first," she said. "It looks scary but it feels amazing."
"Then I suspect you'll talk me into it."
She pulled her hand out from behind her back. She was holding something that looked like some sort of surgical instrument. It was all shiny metal with a handle and some sort of wheel with spikes on it.
"This is a Wartenberg pinwheel," she said. She reached over and ran it across my palm. The little spikes poked me lightly.
"You're right," I said. "It looks like it hurts."
"It does if used too firmly. You can draw blood easily. I've only done that once, and it was because she jerked around on me. I've gotten more careful."
"It feels good?" I was dubious.
"It depends upon how I use it," she said. "I can use it to tickle you terribly. I can just wake up your nerves with it. Or I can use it so it's deliciously painful. You wouldn't be ready for that."
She slid on her butt to the foot of the bed near my feet.
"Oh god," I said, starting to struggle.
"You have five seconds to tell me 'no'. After that, I won't stop until I'm ready to stop."
"Oh god, Alexandra."
"Four."
I struggled to get away from her.
"Three."
I stared at the wheel in her hand while continuing to struggle against the restraints.
"Two."
I wasn't able to free myself, which I hadn't expected.
"One."
"Oh god."
Slowly she lowered the wheel to the bottom of the foot. I immediately tried to pull away. She grabbed my foot with her free hand and began running the wheel up
"One toy?"
I nodded.
"I need a few more minutes," she said. "Meet me in the bedroom, kneeling while wearing the bathrobe."
"Yes, Alexandra."
I got ready for bed then assumed my position on the floor. She kept me there for about five minutes before I heard her turning off the lights and joining me. She walked around me, caressing me while she did so.
"Restraint or sensation?"
"I don't know," I said. "The restraints just seem like more of the same."
She looked at me. "That's probably true. It's how I use them that changes dramatically. I can use rope and it looks like art, for instance."
"Show me that?"
"How about tomorrow," she said. "When we have more time."
"All right. Sensation then."
"I'll give you a choice. If you let me secure you to the bed again, I'll show you one you'll let me use. Or else we can skip the restraints; I can go to the extreme and show you something I wouldn't use even if you asked."
I looked into her face. "Which do you want?"
"To play of course, but you're probably more curious about what I might have I'm not willing to even use."
I smiled. "Same position on the bed?"
She returned my smile. "No. Lie down on your back. Get comfortable."
I climbed onto the bed, arranged some pillows, then tried to relax. She opened her dresser and came back with the same restraints she had used last night. She wrapped one around my right wrist and secured it to the bed somewhere I couldn't see. Then she did the left wrist. After that she pulled each of them taut, and I found my arms spread straight out from my shoulders with very little movement.
"Oh my," I said.
She smiled at me. "I'm not done," she told me. She went to the dresser and came back with two more cuffs. "Same cuffs, for your ankles."
I pulled my legs away. "You promise to stop if I ask you to?"
"Yes."
I slowly gave her a leg. She wrapped both ankles in cuffs, secured the tethers to the bed, then shorted the tethers, pulling my legs apart. When she was done, I was pulled tight to the bed and couldn't really move either my arms or legs.
She sat down on the bed next to me and caressed my face.
"Melissa, you are playing with fire."
I smiled at her. "I trust you."
She patted my cheek and stood up, walked to the dresser, and pulled something small out of it. She hid it behind her back as she walked back to me and sat down again.
"You're going to say No at first," she said. "It looks scary but it feels amazing."
"Then I suspect you'll talk me into it."
She pulled her hand out from behind her back. She was holding something that looked like some sort of surgical instrument. It was all shiny metal with a handle and some sort of wheel with spikes on it.
"This is a Wartenberg pinwheel," she said. She reached over and ran it across my palm. The little spikes poked me lightly.
"You're right," I said. "It looks like it hurts."
"It does if used too firmly. You can draw blood easily. I've only done that once, and it was because she jerked around on me. I've gotten more careful."
"It feels good?" I was dubious.
"It depends upon how I use it," she said. "I can use it to tickle you terribly. I can just wake up your nerves with it. Or I can use it so it's deliciously painful. You wouldn't be ready for that."
She slid on her butt to the foot of the bed near my feet.
"Oh god," I said, starting to struggle.
"You have five seconds to tell me 'no'. After that, I won't stop until I'm ready to stop."
"Oh god, Alexandra."
"Four."
I struggled to get away from her.
"Three."
I stared at the wheel in her hand while continuing to struggle against the restraints.
"Two."
I wasn't able to free myself, which I hadn't expected.
"One."
"Oh god."
Slowly she lowered the wheel to the bottom of the foot. I immediately tried to pull away. She grabbed my foot with her free hand and began running the wheel up
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