On the way through I glanced at the full-length mirror, but he had covered it with a sheet.On the way through I glanced at the full-length mirror, but he had covered it with a sheet. The bathroom mirror was covered too. He started a shower and we stepped in. He was gentle with me--although he didn't unlock the cuffs that held my wrists to my thighs. I wanted so much to cover myself; I tried to turn my face to the side as though I could hide. He washed all the makeup off my face and soaped me from head to toe. When I rinsed off, the sensation of the shower on my bald scalp was a surprise. Tingly; it's a nice sensation, but I was in no mood to enjoy nice sensations. I still couldn't make myself look at him, nor could I imagine he could enjoy looking at me, but he was obviously--prominently--interested. He covered me with handfuls of conditioner, again from head to toe, and told me to do the same to him. I couldn't understand what he meant, since he knew my hands were cuffed to my thighs. "How?" I asked. Long pause. "I mean, would it please you to unlock my hands?" I had almost forgotten. Shaving my head had kind of shocked me out of my role. "Your body is completely covered with conditioner. |