But it did feel lovely, and I’ve since come to revel in the feeling of vulnerability and restriction that being tied can offer. They taught me a lot... the Parslow’s - and it all began with me strapped to the burnt orange canvas of that kitsch lounger with my legs spread and my wrists bound above my head. Mr Parslow took a few snaps, naturally, and then explained that he wanted a close-up of my tits, but with Mrs Parslow astride my face. ‘You can only truss up tits that are a proper handful -. He’d have to be an amazing con artist to have a secret kinkster identity. Keith, the other partner, was another matter. His responsibilities in the company didn’t overlap with my work, so I hadn’t had many dealings with him. I knew nothing about him except that he was divorced. It’s possible he could be harboring a secret thing for me and this was his way of letting me know. Keith wasn’t a bad-looking guy, but not really my type, and I would never sleep with a client anyway. And anyway, any guy. As my heels kept sticking in the dirt still thinking I could make it, when a car turned down our street and slowly drove by with its bright lights on. I was now hiding in these bushes holding my breath unable to move and peering out. OMG! It was a police car! I watched the police car drive off down the street, was relieved and only three houses away from where we lived and thought I could still make it to my back door. I was in shock as one of the dogs that had been barking finally. Her feet start to turn outward as the muscles relax. ‘I’m going to let you enjoy this feeling for a while,’ I tell her, ‘are you warm enough?’ ‘Oh yes, this is very very comforting,’ she says quietly. After several minutes, ‘I want you to tell me what you feel like right now,’ I instruct her. ‘Oh, everything,’ she says not opening her eyes. ‘Simply everything. The soft movement of the air across my body, the movement of my skin as I breathe, and even the beat of my heart with the flow of my.