Eighteen
Afternoons at the beach become a daily ritual. As Bai explained to me, keeping a man in good tight bondage requires close supervision. And I have indeed noted that at just about all times either Bai or Pattie are with me. Bai in spending long mornings placing me in stress positions and offering bastinado while Pattie gathers food. Pattie affording afternoon recreation, relative recreation, in taking me to the beach, swimming while Bai presumably frolics with Lunda in some homoerotic pursuit.
I enjoy the afternoons since Pattie does not keep me blindfolded. She is given to keep me well bound however. And on this afternoon I stand in the shade of a palm tree, my wrists pulled behind my back and well up where Pattie has secured them to the trunk. This forces me to stand bent
