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mannequin, though. He didn't say anything.
But he did something. To me.
He led me into the bathroom and sat me down at my makeup table
and removed the makeup from my face. Then he stood me in front of the
full-length mirror with my wrists in straps over my head. I thought at
first he didn't like what I had done and was going to punish me for it
in some way, but I was wrong. He took more of the surgical tape and
taped my nether lips together, covering my sex completely. He blended
more makeup into the surrounding skin; I already was hairless down
there, but he made it look as though I was sexless as well.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked. This question has
become almost a formula with us. No matter how nervous I am about what
he's doing to me, I'm not supposed to ask it, and I always do anyway,
and his response is always disciplinary.
This time, it was adhesive tape over my mouth. Securely over my
mouth. I tried to open my lips after a while, and couldn't. I watched
while he cut little ovals of tape and put them over my eyes, one at a
time, taping them shut. He was thoughtful enough to protect my eye-
lashes from the tape with a bit of kleenex, but my eyes were taped
securely shut. Then he re
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