Tgirl

"Oooh, Robin's a good little girl."

III

The women left me and I heard a door closing from behind the rose-
colored curtain. I was lost without anyone there in authority. My dick
was still up, aching for more contact. I slowly sat up, ready to obey
and lie down again at the first voice I heard.

The auditorium was silent. I was warm and dry. I felt my face, and my
beard stubble didn't feel too thick. I guessed it had only been two
days.

There was a light at the back of the hall. A door had opened, and
daylight briefly flooded in. A tall woman with long, thick, straight,
dark black hair walked in. She was wearing a dark purple bathrobe,
trimmed with black. The piping on the edges and cuffs was white. She
smiled over to me. Without a sound, she approached and walked up onto
the stage. She had a whipping rod.

I didn't know what to do, so I kneeled to show obedience. She tapped
the rod on the floor twice. The ceiling lights went to full
brightness. I crawled fifteen feet toward her and kneeled, bowing my
head. She didn't want me doing that, so she guided my forehead up with
a steady press of the whip. I gratefully yielded to her control.

Without a word, she kneeled before me. She had the eyes and face of a
model. She took on a firm expression and held the whip between our
faces. I slightly bowed, and she quickly smiled. I loved how it felt
when she gently touched the whip to my lips as if to say, 'be quiet'.

She retrieved an object from her robe pocket. She held it up to my
face. It was a cordless electric hair clipper, with a silvery grey body
and black hair length spacer. She took the spacer off and placed it in
her pocket, then held up the clippers in one hand and the whipping rod
in the other. I swallowed and understood.

The auditorium was suddenly filled with the clipper's buzzing sound.
Straight down the middle of my forehead, she buzzed on in. I felt the
metal pass along my skin as my 3" long hair fell away. My eyes closed
and the newly bald stripe felt airy and cold.