Over and around, from forehead to nape and over each ear, she clipper
shaved me bald. When she was finished, she restored the room's vast
silence. She placed the clippers down on the pile of hair on stage,
then touched the whip to the center of my chest. We stood up together
at her silent command.
I was stunned when she undid the belt of her robe and let it open up.
She emerged from the robe's shadow and faced me. My jaw dropped at the
sight. Her entire pale body was tatooed below the neck in simple
horizontal black stripes, 1 centimeter thick, two centimeters apart.
The effect was overpowering. Her body was incredible to begin with, but
the stripes made her contours even more pronounced. I looked her up and
down as she pulled the robe back over her shoulders and let it fall to
the floor. My God.
"Good to see you again, Robin.", she said in a British accent. Tracy!
I was about to greet her as an equal, but caught myself before I made a
sound.
"You may say hello.", she said.
"Hello, Tracy sir." I was absolutely dazzled by her uniquely elaborate
body art. She was all female.
"Now we will shower off and get nice and clean for the next step, Robin."
She led me backstage to a bright dressing room. There was a square
shower stall. The whip guided me in. Tracy turned on the water, cold
at full blast. I flinched away from the painful shock of the freezing
spray, but the whip kept me in the stall. Tracy had me turn and rinse
to get rid off all the loose clippings. Then she stopped the water.
I was chilled to the bone. And totally bald for the first time. Tracy
pointed to another door with the whip and gestured with a flick of her
head. I walked in the direction she wanted, and opened the door.
It was another bathroom, with a beautiful antique tub, all full with
suds thick on top. Tracy pressed the whip tip into the center of my
back to make me walk to the tub.
"Get in."
