Imogen smiled, but made no move to take off Zara's blindfold. “Whip, spank...draw blood?”<br/><br/><em>Giving me ideas now...</em><br/><br/>“I'll take it all into consideration, but for now, I need you to get up, off the bed, so I can tie you to one of those posts.”<br/><br/>She stood back to allow Zara to fumble her way off the bed. Fine, it was her room, so the task wasn't exactly hard, but she still liked the degree of control she had, what with being the only one that was able to see at the moment.<br/><br/><em>Next time I come here, I'm going to give serious thought to setting up some sort of obstacle course, </em>she thought.<em>Something that actually makes her fumble, and something that stings to make her really try. Candle wax, maybe. Or fresh ginger root.</em><br/><br/>Of course, one of the more disturbing things about this session was how fast her mindset had gone from giving things a go to see if she liked it to 'next time'.<br/><br/>When the hell had her brain decided there would even<em>be</em>a next time?<br/><br/>Fuck knows. It was something she refused to think about.<br/><br/>She eyed the toys – clamps, definitely. Paddle too. She wanted something she could whip her with as well, ideally, but she had no desire to raise welts on her for the moment – the rope with a few knots in it and swung reasonably hard would do, she decided.<br/><br/>For that matter, she still had some of the ice left. But that would numb her, which was the last thing she wanted. Unless she held it against her clit and let her loose feeling in the once place she'd want it.<br/><br/><em>Definitely has promise...</em><br/><br/>“Tell me when you<em>think</em>you're ready, pet,” she said, the name slipping out from her lips without her knowledge or permission.<br/><br/><em>Now why the hell did I go and call her that?</em>