She is a miracle! I cannot believe her control! She must have been in agony, but she hadn't succumbed! Her panties were as dry as they'd been when we left her, bearing only one little stiff spot, where I made her come last night!
We untied her, fed her, gave her the wine with the powder in it, and showed her where the toilet was. She was so in need that she hurried in without a word or any semblance of pride or embarrassment. The powder worked very swiftly, more swiftly than even Erik expected, I think. After waiting a long while, we at last went to the rear of the dungeon and rounded the corner into the doorless cubicle containing a toilet and a sink.
She had slipped off the toilet. She was asleep on the floor, with her panties still at her knees.
We took her back in to where the bed was and stretched her on it, face down. Miles held her up, a limp doll with down flowing and very pale hair, while I tucked one, and then two, and then three firm pillows under her belly, just forward of her crotch. He let her sag forward again.
We secured each of her ankles to each of the feet of that low, rollaway bed, then fixed her wrists in the same way. She was lovely. Her bottom poked way up into the air, propped high by the pillows, and her soft pink lower lips and their pale fur were clearly visible. Her breasts hung down, barely touching the bed; those pillows are soft and will not hurt her, but they are firm!
There is a little dark dot on each tit, where I thrust the thorns into her. Those marks will be gone in a couple of days.
We then trouped upstairs, where Erik outlined our further instructions and made certain Miles and I had it all down pat.
Then I came in here to record this. This girl is without doubt the most deli…
Erik's calling.