Silk scarf

I pick up the silk scarf, on hand holding it tightly and the other with an almost open palm that allows the material to almost flow across it as I pull it gently with the other hand. The material is so light, so soft that it almost tickles as it snakes across my hands. Sliding across with the merest hint of friction. I imagine what it would feel like to be wrapped around a wrist. Holding someone tightly and get gently to something, perhaps a bed or chair. Leaving them unable to resist. At there mercy of another person. Unable to resist whatever pleasures are offered to them....