I could see a question on his face, but I put a finger on his lips to silence him and went into my bed- room.I could see a question on his face, but I put a finger on his lips to silence him and went into my bed- room. There, I stripped, fixed my makeup, and put on my leather collar, ankle, and wrist cuffs. As a last touch, I put on my nipple pendants and the thin gold chain connecting them. Then I smeared my forehead with shaving cream and brought a towel, razor, and mirror into the living room, where I settled on my knees in front of him. I began shaving the stubble off my forehead. When I was through, I didn't look up at him: I kept my eyes lowered and waited with my hands in my lap. He took my hands and stood, lifting me to my feet. Together we went into the bedroom. I'm going to leave the rest of this one to the imagination. He likes the Elizabethan look, though. I'm convinced. -*- I decided to wear a wig all the time after that. Of course he takes it off when he wants it off. |