Chapter Thirty
Not being in control of even the simplest aspects of my existence, I have taught myself to slumber though the bright sun light proclaims that is it well into the morning. The large windows and skylight high above seem to enhance the sun’s illumination, and in the tropics the beaming rays are direct with little interference from clouds.
And so I lie well bound and with eyes closed when the door quietly opens and the patter of bare feet announces Ilona’s return. I stir and she smiles... so adoringly... and places something between my thighs, parted as the short cord securing my ankles places them about the frame.
“It’s best that you go before I begin.”
I feel her hand grasp my p***s. It is apparent that she has placed a bowl or other receptacle on the firm surface of th
