Lotus and Lauren

As you know we were both at Art College. I was doing a Foundation Year which covers most aspects of art and Lotus was doing photography and already getting a reputation for being a bit weird due to the highly erotic nature of many of her pictures.

I guess outsiders are drawn to each other and we had a pretty much magical bond right from the off when we met in the Student Union bar. I was living in College Halls and having a few problems with some of the other residents and Lotus was renting the ground floor of a house which she could not really afford so I moved in with her.

Lotus soon picked up that I was a bit off guys after what had happened with Wayne and it had left me with a bit of a masochistic kink. Such are the irrational ways of the human psyche. One room which we had which I have not mentioned is the cellar which had been unused apart from a load of sundry stuff which had probably been down there forever. The basement was down some brick stairs through a door off the main passage beside the kitchen. It was all brick with a low ceiling and a single naked electric bulb. Lotus said that it offered possibilities.

We bought a second-hand mattress online and put it in the cellar together with a bucket and an old dog cage. At this point Lotus was doing some pretty extreme BDSM posing and she had contacts in the local sex trade so she could get hold of some pretty serious bondage equipment. Lotus interrogated me in the cellar and got my most embarrassing secrets out of me about feelings I had and things I dreamed of having done to me. We went on Amazon and bought an orange prison uniform with “Department of Correction” stenciled on the back of the top and, usually, I had to change into my uniform every time that I returned home from college.

Lotus and myself had lots of really deep discussions about sex and what made us tick, or even tingle. For me the root was shame and embarrassment. All the bondage and submission were only about being as embarrassed as possible I found that a truly delicious experience despite it being deeply uncomfortable at the same time.

Of course, the obvious problem was that, as Lotus and I came to be soulmates and to know each other’s deepest and darkest secrets, it became ever more difficult for me to be embarrassed in her presence.

On a Friday I had no lectures at college and would normally sit in the library studying but one day Lotus informed me that she had something special in mind and that I should come home after lunch. She was very mysterious about it and, of course, as her sub, I was not in a position to press for answers.

It felt sort of naughty knowing that I probably should be working in the college library as I caught the bus homewards and then walked the rest of the way. I let myself into the house and it was obvious that Lotus was not there. She had left some very interesting items on the hall floor together with a handwritten note giving very precise instructions.

I ran to the loo, that bit was not in the instructions, and then I returned to the hallway and picked up the list. Although we only had the ground floor, the staircase had been left in place to save money when the property was converted. We had the bottom few steps and the wooden banister rail and then there was a blank wall so that we could not ascend the stairs.

Following Lotus’s orders, I stripped completely leaving my clothes on the floor then I strapped the red rubber ball gag into my mouth.