Imogen sat back and looked Zara over with an experienced eye.<br/><br/>“Turn over,” she said, and then went to get one of the lengths of ropes from where she'd placed the toys at the side of the bed. Once Zara was settled on her back, she looped it around one of Zara's wrists and then tied it to the nearest bed post, and then ran the rope across to the other side of the bed so she could do the same there with her other wrist.<br/><br/>“Good,” she muttered to herself, testing the knots – they'd certainly hold against more than a few firm tugs.<br/><br/>She coated her hands in oil once more, and laid them on Zara's shoulders, stroking her way down again – it wasn't so much a massage this time as just...touching. Enjoying the contact.<br/><br/>Of course, Zara might not be quite so relaxed about it, she thought happily, revelling in the control – she made sure her hands did not stray onto any of the normal erogenous zones; several times, she'd trail her fingertips up the inside of Zara's thighs, but break away before touching the apex. Her hands would skirt the base of the rise of her breasts, but would never touch the nipples, thumbs would lightly dance across the base of her neck, but never apply any real, satisfactory pressure. Imogen certainly knew that if she'd been on the receiving end of this, she'd be going slowly mad.<br/><br/>Well, to be honest, even on this side of things, she was going slowly mad, but it was easier not to think about that.<br/><br/><em>'I wonder if I can get her to disobey her instructions and get her desperate enough to beg without me telling her to...'</em><br/><br/>The thought crossed her mind as she played that she would really, really like to see this woman strung up against one of the posts with her arse turning slowly red at the paddle's kiss.<br/><br/><em>'But I do despise giving punishment for no reason,</em>she thought, frowning.<br/><br/>But her smile returned a second later, as the solution presented itself to her – she'd make her come without permission. Then she could paddle her to her heart's content.<br/><br/><em>'Provided of course, I can actually manage to bring her.'</em>She frowned again – if Zara was a very experienced or very thoroughly trained submissive, she might be able to hold off, and an alternate plan would be needed.<br/><br/><em>'But I can find that out easily enough,</em>she thought,<em>'and I think it's time I changed the rhythm on this anyway – no need for anyone to get bored.'</em><br/><br/>As quietly as she could, she retrieved one of the ice-cubes from the glass; it had melted to half the size it had been, but was still more than big enough for her purposes.<br/><br/>“Tell me Zara,” she said, leaning over her and without any warning, pressing the ice to her left nipple – she held it there for a couple of seconds before moving it to circle round her crest, leaving spirals of water in its wake. “How long have you been in your current position in this Teahouse?”