Tools of the trade.

Like a carpenter has saws and hammers, every trade, however bizarre it might be, has its tools.
When she began immersing herself into the “trade” (yes, this is a word we’ll use very loosely here), she developed a certain reverent fear to the tools of said trade, for she feared, if she were to wear, use or own any of the tools, there would be no turning back.
You see, she developed quite an interest for the trade, the psychology involved in it, which was the part that attracted her more to it, as usual, her brain needed to be tickled in order for her senses to be tickled too.
She was very interested in the domination, and the submission, and the art that came with it all. Being able to forego your needs and pleasure, in order to please another as much as you can. Or, quite the opposite, being able to be selfish to the point that you wouldn’t care about the other’s needs or wants, just your own.
Funnily enough, she thought she could perform well in both sides of the equation, such was her nature. She remembered a time where she immersed herself so much in another, that her pleasure derived from his, and she quite enjoyed that. Ultimately, finding that pleasure had tickled her, and now she was able to find her pleasure and forget that, according to normality, she was also supposed to bring pleasure to others. She feared a bit (well, she feared a lot of things, but someone said that everyone’s afraid, it’s how you react to it that matters… or something along those lines) that she’d forgot how to bring pleasure to others, for she thought she could tickle their minds, but she thought she wouldn’t make the translation and be able to tickle their senses.
She hadn’t had the chance to tickle someone’s senses lately, and though she thought of the possibilities, something she loved to do, cause in her mind, possibilities were endless; she had certain boundaries she wasn’t willing to break when it came to translating those possibilities to reality.
She thought of all this by seeing two very simple words, and remembering how good it had felt to wear some things that could be considered tools of the trade.