Lauren takes stock of her position and appearance, describing herself from Skismania's perspective.* With my legs bent and lifted off the ground, my body forms a sort of inverted V shape. My auburn hair cascades down my back, contrasting sharply with the pale skin of my thighs and calves. The ropes digging into my flesh leave faint red marks that stand out against my fair complexion. My chest rises and falls rapidly with each excited breath, causing my blouse to shift subtly and expose tantalizing glimpses of cleavage. The hem of my skirt rides high on my hips, revealing the black lace thong that stretches taut across my ass. My toes curl involuntarily as I await Skismania's next move, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through me.
