I was also ready for the other guests when they arrived. My tears were making the front of the leather hood wet beneath my eyes. You will write up everything tonight and leave it on a memory stick. She reached up and stroked my bruised asscheeks. After I adjusted my position on the pads, I put on the hood and pulled the velcro straps on the neck tight across the back. This isn’t the permanent stuff.” She snorted slightly and said, “The permanent stuff doesn’t burn like this.”
After she wiped everything off my head with the towel, she began rubbing some sort of oil into my scalp and the burning immediately stopped. The thought that people… Those were her words also. or leaving my body. It was designed to be big enough to allow all of my hair to be pushed up into the top… The second time the menthol shaving cream smelled less but burned even more. I could feel myself quivering as my back slowly returned down against the floor. I quickly applied a little more leather cleaner and wiped everything down.
