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It was just on midnight when the party started winding down, the author gave his big speech and we were all invited to tell our friends about the new book before being shown the door. Both Lilly and I were quite sober and very tired. Somewhere between the elevator and my car, it was decided she would just head back to mine for the night, rather than me driving across town to drop her off. With tomorrow being Saturday, we'd go check out the markets and have a bit of a day out once a good sleep-in helped us recover from the heel-wearing ordeal of tonight. At some point on the drive home, I remember there being demands of pancakes in the morning.

Lilly had been to my place a few times before. We didn't often get the chance to hang out much outside of work with how much that place kept us penned in, but she knew the routine. Before I could direct her to the couch for the night, she had already flopped down dramatically and kicked her heels off with a groan. I took mine off at the doorway and shuffled over to the linen cupboard in the hallway to find a spare pillow and blanket. I got as far as pulling a thick wool blanket out before I heard an amused giggle from Lilly back in the lounge room, which could only mean trouble.

“Oh Celeste, you deviant! You absolute hussy!" She exclaimed.

Somewhat alarmed, I hurried to the doorway, blanket draped over my arm, to see the woman with one arm draped over the back of the couch and the other holding high a set of red and black leather wrist cuffs that had arrived in the mail only earlier that morning. With all the fanfare of the day, I hadn't even considered I might be having guests that night and didn't think I would need to put them somewhere out of sight. I could feel my cheeks flush absolute scarlet and something between annoyance and embarrassment ball up in my throat.

“Oh my god, Celly! They ARE yours!" Lilly threw herself back onto the couch in a fit of laughter, legs in the air. “I thought they might have been a novelty, but the only time I've ever seen you that colour," she gasped between giggles, “was your first day! There's no question now."

I skidded over to the back of the couch and attempted to manhandle the cuffs off her, but she had the advantage of reach over me. “You cow! Give them back!"

She laughed harder. “Well, actually, there are several questions now, but-“

I threw the blanket over her, muffling the last of her remark. I could still hear her laughing and my cheeks burned. I turned back to the bedroom to find us both some pyjamas to change into. I'd never live this one down, I could tell. From out in the lounge room, Lilly had untangled herself.

“Do you use these on yourself or on someone else? They'd be awful difficult to-“

God, she would bring this one up until the day one of us died, I could tell. And if my funeral was first, she'd mention it there, too.

“- put on without help. So there would be someone there, too. You'd have to be fucking them or else you'd have some really awkward-“

I swore I'd pull out a pair of socks just to gag her with. Changing out of the dress and stockings was a chore at this hour and part of me simply wanted to crawl into a hole and ignore the hot mess that was my very loud best friend right now.

“- conversations. “Oh Jack, just slap these on me so I can go off and diddle myself, will you?" I mean, how does that even go down? If you've got these, what else are you into that you haven't told me about? Do you just like being trussed up, or is it the whole kit and caboodle?"

As I walked back out into the lounge room, I sighed, somewhere between defeat and resignation that this wouldn't end until she had her fun. As I lobbed a t-shirt and a pair of pants at her, Lilly dangled the cuffs at me again with that tell-tale smirk. “God, Celly. Don't keep a girl waiting, now!"

I flopped down in the chair next to the couch, balefully eyeing the packaging so carelessly left on the coffee table. “I'll tell you on one condition," I bargained.

Lilly was already halfway through ripping her dress off and pulling her pants and shirt on when she stopped to look. “What's that?" She grinned at me and knew she'd get the answers she wanted.

“That you give me those things back." I gestured to the cuffs she dropped on the couch while changing. “No deal otherwise."

She sat back down on the couch and threw them at me with one hand, before reaching back under the shirt to unclip her bra. “So, what's the deal, then? Are you into that sort of thing?"

I sat the cuffs in my lap and looked at them. “If by “that sort of thing", you mean kink, then yeah. I like leather and-“

“Oh! You mean like that 50 Shades of Grey book?" She exclaimed.

“Lilly, forget everything you know about kink if you've read that book," I sighed. “It's not like that at all. I mean, sometimes the physical stuff can be like that, but the whole relationship control thing was just gross and totally out of line."

“So what, you like leather and being tied up?" She threw her bra on the back of the couch.

How the hell do you explain kink, let alone to someone like Lilly? It wasn't like I could sit down and gloss over the psychology of it in thirty seconds without sounding like a pervert. I could try and explain that I liked to be tied up and tie other people up, too, but she'd probably assume it was purely sexual. I mean, fair call, but sometimes you just like the feel of leather and rope, right? What about being flogged? Sadism and masochism? God. I was in over my head with this one and I really didn't want to start explaining only to find out that her reaction was utter revulsion because I blurted too much out at once. I figured there might be an easy and relatively risk-free way to do this where I could explain things purely based on her reaction. It was daring, but worth a shot.

I stood up. “How about I just show you, okay?"