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I walked into the parking lot and...

While I was upstairs in Cindy's bedroom I noticed a brown leather 'hold-all' on the bed, right next to a pink bikini. Curiosity got the better of me and I just had to look inside, especially as it was already half-unzipped. What I saw made my mouth drop open in amazement. I just gawped. The bag contained a number of strange items that can only be described as, well, to put it bluntly -- kinky gear.

I don't know what made me do it - intrigue and fascination I suppose, and perhaps the fact that I'm just downright nosey at the best of times, but I pulled all the stuff out and scattered it on the bed and had a really good look.

While I'm no expert on the subject, I know bondage gear when I see it - velvet-lined handcuffs, blindfolds, spankers, ticklers - it was all here, including a thing that looked like a leather table-tennis bat. And I'm not so na__ve to know that the cylindrical white plastic thing that looked like an electric toothbrush, wasn't actually for tickling the molars. I picked it up and studied it. There was a button on the side. Of course I just had to press it. Suddenly the tapered tip started wriggling around like a demented worm. I couldn't resist a little chuckle.

My god, if this was Susan's property, what other naughty secrets might she be hiding? I guess I must have lost track of time because I suddenly became aware of someone behind me.

"Anything interesting?" A soft, sexy voice in my ear. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was left open-mouthed, holding the buzzing vibrator as the wriggling worm performed its merry dance.

"Susan!" I gasped. "I didn't -- "

"You didn't what..? Didn't realize you enjoyed playing with toys..?"

"I -- I didn't mean..."

"Relax. I just popped up to see if you'd found the bikini. I'm sorry, I forgot I'd left that stuff there." The vibrator was still whirring away. "Perhaps you'd better switch that off for now."

I pressed the button and the machine fell silent. I could feel my face burning like a furnace. But, Susan looked as cool as anything.

"Th -- this stuff... It's yours..?" I mumbled.

"Yeah, guilty, as charged. I know, looks bad, doesn't it. It's just that we girls - that is Honey, Ginger, Pepper and me, we like to play games occasionally. It helps relieve the boredom."

I was beginning to recover my composure, especially as Susan seemed totally unfazed by my nosiness. She could have been really snotty about it. Perhaps I had misjudged her. She actually seemed very nice.

"I don't suppose I need ask what kind of games they might be?" I said.

"It's not as bad as it appears. I organize tickling parties sometimes. You'd be surprised how popular they are. We have a little competition between us - to see who can stand being tickled the longest. I forget how it all started - a bet, or a dare or something..."

"So what's the prize? I mean, what does the winner get?"

"The winner gets to be the 'mistress-of-ceremonies' next time around. That means she gets to decide what kind of tickle torture is used on the victim - the implements, severity of tickling, etc."

"What if things get out of hand?"

"They don't. The 'mistress-of-ceremonies' is entrusted to ensure fair play prevails and that no real harm comes to the 'victim'. Remember, we all have to stop as soon as the one tied down has had enough. As soon as she cries, "I give in!" or, "I submit", that's the end. Finito!"

"It sort of sounds fun, but I don't think I could stand it for a second."

"You'd be surprised. It can be quite enjoyable for everyone taking part. A good tickling, when it's controlled, can be a very arousing and liberating experience once you get into it."

"I just can't imagine it. I mean, I'm sort of fascinated by that stuff, and being tied up sounds sort of kinky and exciting and that, but I guess I'm just a 'scaredy-cat' at heart.

"We were all like that to start with.

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