Sara walked in thinking she could handle it, a little poke here, a feather there, and she’d be out the door. But then she saw the restraints and the tools lined up like they’d been waiting just for her. Her hands shook as she scribbled her name, signing away control of her ticklish body to a stranger. Once she was tied down, the realization hit; this wasn’t a laugh you forget about later. This was different.

Sara walked in thinking she could handle it, a little poke here, a feather there, and she’d be out the door. But then she saw the restraints and the tools lined up like they’d been waiting just for her. Her hands shook as she scribbled her name, signing away control of her ticklish body to a stranger. Once she was tied down, the realization hit; this wasn’t a laugh you forget about later. This was different.