Chapter Eleven
When I open the apartment door Lotus is indeed as eager for my touch as I am for hers. With her elbows tightly secured together behind her, the pain of the contortion has built in a delightfully slow manner. As predicted, tears roll down her cheeks but my attention is on her small breasts and her wonderfully perky n*****s. The forced posture serves to flatten her mammary glands and cause her n*****s to stand up like little pebbles on a smooth beach.
Lotus has had a trying afternoon. Unable to utilize her hands with ankles closely shackled together and her outer labia zipped closed, she has wiled away the hours anticipating my return, bearing growing pain while her bladder slowly fills.
It’s nice to feel welcome and with Lotus’s forced smile I cannot help but feel wanted.
