Page 5 of Hiding From Laughter

So I waited longer.

When I was at the point where I was goingto have to pull out the rules portion of our slightly half-assed contract, hefinally curled into me again. “Um, my first thought is that you’re mean for notletting me avoid this.”

Since I could handle that, I nodded. “I cansee how that would be your first thought. I should’ve asked for your second.”

I wasn’t sure if he would make us gothrough another round of sound effects, but after only a few seconds, he madehisI’m getting ready to talknoises.

He was the loudest person I’d ever datedand he could have a whole conversation with just noises.

“I guess my second thoughts were that Ishouldn’t have any more margaritas.” My chest jerked at that one. I justcouldn’t help myself, but thankfully it didn’t derail my ridiculous partner.“Then I thought you were mean again and then I was back to wondering why I’ddone this to myself.”

He’d been feeling wonderfully confidentwhen we’d made our lists and put the papers in the jar. That’d been during hiskinky craft period and he’d been feeling curious and just tipsy enough not tosecond-guess himself.

And that was also right before we’d trieddoing the munches and meetups side of the BDSM community.

So yeah, I could see where things had goneoff the rails after that.

“Do you realize none of what you said had acolor attached to it?” He knew the way to get out of the conversation but hewasn’t using any of his options.

I got another shrug.

That wasnota safeword and thebasic contract we’d put together once we’d both realized we weren’t vanillasaid as much.

“Are those activities things that weregoing to go together or were they separate in your head?” I thought it was alogical question and one that wouldn’t add too much stress, but he went still.

So maybe not?

I was starting to think he was at the pointwhere anything I said was going to add stress, so I decided to do my best totone down my worries. He was the one who’d put the papers in the jar, so itwasn’t my fault in any way.

“Alright, if they were separate, I’m goingto point out that they can be done together. If they were together in yourhead, I’m going to remind you that I have no problem with either of thosethings.” I’d never dated or had a scene with anyone that had a tickling kinkbut I wasn’t surprised by it.

Ashton had a thing for anything that wouldtake control away from him, but he didn’t always like admitting that.

He hadn’t moved or safeworded, so I tookthat as an okay to keep talking. “If we’re doing the tickling as a standalone,I think we should tie you up and have you be helpless for it. You’d be able tomove around and squirm but not actually get away from me.”

The shiver that raced through him said Iwas on the right track about some of it at the very least.

“The wetting can go with the tickling too.I’m sure you’ve thought about that, but I’m working my way through it. I couldrestrain you and tickle you until you lose control.” He’d like that. “We cameclose to that a few times, didn’t we?”

I hadn’t really thought about it in thatway, but he’d initiated wrestling and tickling with me more than a few times.I’d just always stopped before it’d gotten to that point because that was whatI thought I was supposed to do.

If people liked being tickled, then youcould play like that but you had to stop when they started doing potty dancesqueals.

I needed to learn to make less assumptionswhen it came to what Ashton was trying to tell me.

“If we prepped the bed right, that couldwork, or we could figure out another way to do it.” The tub maybe if I got inwith him to keep him from killing himself? “I’ll have to think about otherlocations that could work.”

Him getting hurt was out of the questionbut he wouldn’t want to ruin the mattress.

He liked that mattress.

“What else? Oh. Yes, we said they could betogether or separate. I’m going to need more information on the tickling if youdon’t want to lose control. The only next step I can think of beyond justplaying with you is that loss of control step.” I didn’t think I was missinganything but he liked reading interesting things, so he might’ve seen somethingfun.

Silence.

He was wonderfully helpful.

“In thekeeping them togethersideof things, another element we could try is diapers.” I’d carefully kept my toneutterly neutral on that, but he sucked in a breath before he could hide hisreaction. “That would give you the ability to lose control and not make a mess.I also think it could heighten your sense of helplessness.”

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