October 1987

Lea lay awake with a silk scarf in her hands. Beside her Shannon was sleeping.

She slowly stroked the blue scarf, twisting it around her hands, around her wrists, pulling it between each finger. She placed it over her eyes, though the darkness had already blindfolded her as well. The softness and security of the scarf made the difference. She tied it behind her head and finally drifted off to sleep.

In the morning Shannon was laughing quietly beside her. Lea woke, opening her eyes halfway, allowing the whiteness of day to creep in. She was disappointed that the blindfold had slipped off during the night; Shannon had it in his hands.

He tied the center into a knot, then knotted it again. He pressed the knot to her lips, and she allowed it to slip inside, the ends left dangling down her cheeks. Lea gazed comfortably up at him as he sifted through her scarf bag on the headboard. He selected a gold scarf and tied it tightly around her head, cutting across and into her mouth. The dangling ends of the blue scarf he knotted twice around the gold strap over her mouth. Lea closed her eyes to enjoy her sensations.

Another scarf was tied 'round her wrists with a half-knot, back 'round with another half-knot, then cinched between the wrists with a final square knot. Shannon placed the loose ends in her hands, for touching. He then tied a scarf over her hands, isolating them.

Untying the mess of black cloth cords from the bedpost, he wrapped one tightly around her hand-package for good measure. Then he pulled one taut around her chest above the breasts, knotted it, and added another one just below her breasts.

Shannon moved off the bed. Lea watched as he put on a robe and left the room.

Lea liked this. She made questioning noises around the gag, happy that she was left to speculate his next move. It was pleasing to think that he could hear her sounds. She tried to project more, without success.

At last Shannon returned. With more scarves, he tied and cinched her arms together above and below the elbows. He tilted her head back with a gentle push on her chin, and tied her wrists to the black cord he'd bound above her breasts. Her covered hands rested beneath her chin, and she wiggled slightly, feeling the scarf tickle her neck.

To her surprise he then pulled the pillow from under her head, and took the pillowcase off. He lifted her to a sitting position. He fitted the pillowcase over her head, down to the waist.

A sea of white presented itself, with the same benevolence the darkness had given her the night before. Lea felt herself spinning hypnotically while the clouds drifted away from her eyes, then up against them, as he wrapped black cords repeatedly around the pillowcase. At last he tied a single strand right across her eyes, gently anchoring the white as Lea closed her eyes against it.

She was lowered again to the bed. Grasping her waist from underneath, Shannon easily lifted her hips and placed the pillow beneath. She was left disoriented, her head downhill from the soft pedestal which supported her hips. With each breath she felt her breasts pull up against her arms and elbows. She scarcely noticed as each ankle was tied to the end bedposts and Shannon settled himself between her legs, sliding his warm hands beneath her thighs. She felt her balance floating on the pillow-cloud; Lea enjoyed trusting him with her body. She relinquished control as his kiss began slowly giving her motion. She again drifted into whiteness, the clouds moving and parting in her mind.

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