I dreaded looking in a mirror, but was nonetheless curious.I dreaded looking in a mirror, but was nonetheless curious. I was just beginning to get turned on by this sense of power and the really sexy feeling of our slippery bodies against each other when I realized his breathing had returned to normal and he was shrinking inside me. I remember thinking that two thousand years ago, real slaves probably got used like appliances too. He lifted up his head and looked me in the eyes. "What are you feeling?" he asked. "If it pleases you, I was thinking I would like you to hold me and touch me and tell me that I'm not ugly." [Note from the future: I couldn't write this at the time because J would have read it and known he was being manipulated, but: getting him to touch my bald head was a deliberate exertion of the power I knew my appearance gave me over him.] "But I'm touching you all over right now--as much as it's possi- ble to touch," he said. |