Twenty Four
I could not walk for days after that encounter – Bai challenging and me perversely accepting. Pattie later released my crotch piece while I remained so hogtied. She found the position amusing and announced that henceforth, that is how I would empty my bowels for her... lying with hips propped up in blocks which allows a basin to be slipped onto the bedroll and under my thighs to capture my excrement. I believe she enjoys holding my balls out of the way during the embarrassing deed, the dainty hands cradling plums which were long ago snipped from what now serves as her reddened and tattooed faux labia.
When the soreness finally dissipated, at least enough so I could stand and bear my weight, the clamps tensioning my Achilles tendons were mercifully loosened.
“You’ll have enou
