I stood before her chamber, nervously, thoughts of what was going to happen once I entered dashing through my mind at incredible speeds. My breathing was ragged, sweat on my palms making them feel cold and awkward. My heart rate was as high as the first time I had done this. I cleared my throat and tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry from the anxiety I was feeling. Did I even dare to knock on the door in front of me? Did I want to face this? Deep down I already knew I did want all of this, however doing these... well, things, also made me feel wrong, but that was kind of right. My god this all felt so weird.
I decided I would take the leap. Knock on that door and, face my fears, be indulged, and, indulge. I was as ready as I was the very first time I did this. So I knocked, softly on the door. A female voice from inside answered, a voice well known, somewhat comforting, but commanding and demanding at the same time.
"Have you prepared?" The commanding voice asked.
"Y-y-yes" I stammered back through the door, you could hear the rasp in my voice clear as I struggled to speak.
"We will see about that." The voice said. "You may enter when you feel that you are ready" It spoke coldly despite its familiarity. I put my hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open, entering the chamber.
The first part of the room was covered by a curtain, just like the last times. I knew that beyond this part she would be sitting, expecting things, demanding things. My heart raced, this is the part where I remove my clothing and go in, and, it happens. No going back. No going back. I was excited, nervous, anxious and happy. All at the same time. The anticipation was killing me, so I started to undress, I took of my shoes and the socks and pants quickly followed.
"Are you still in there? Do NOT keep me waiting too long. You know what happens when I am kept waiting."
I heard her say the words and my hands started trembling a little more, I felt my blood rush toward my head, making my vision blur. I hurriedly took off my shirt. Last to go was the comfort of my underwear. Naked as the day I was born, pressed on forward, into the chamber.
At first glance nothing seemed out of the ordinary, it was dim lit like last time, just some candles, and a soft blueish light from the corner. I looked at her, sitting on the chair in the right corner of the room. She was still wearing her 'regular' work clothes. A fancy skirt that covered past her knees, pantyhose underneath. Her heels reflected the blue hue off of them. A white shirt and a smart jacket brought the outfit together. Her hair was loose, but brushed to perfection and fell just beyond her shoulder line. The room was centred around her. She was sitting so that she would get all the attention, and knew it. Her lips curled slowly as I saw her eyes running over my body.
"So you were prepared after all. Good. You can listen when you need to." She said. I just blushed at her compliment. Almost afraid to speak to this beautiful creature. "Well, I thought as a special treat you can help me get ready for what we normally do here, and then, well, we do what we normally do here." She continued. I just stared at her for a second, taken aback once again by her beauty and her message. I had never helped her get ready. It made me very excited. "Well aren't you quiet today" She said.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I'm more nervous today than usual, and now, t-t-this as well." I felt stupid for stumbling over my words, but she paid it no mind.
"Well, you usually do take it slow, especially when you need to get into it. So how does it feel? To be completely hairless? Just like I told you, did it feel good to obey me even though I was not there?"
