Chapter 9

“Are you warm enough? You may answer.”

The girl had to think about the question, it wasn’t what she was expecting. She didn’t really know what she was expecting but being asked about her comfort wasn’t it.

“Yes, thank you,” she said.

“Yes, thank youuu...”

The girl actually blushed a bit, but the man couldn’t tell, her face being behind the gimps hood, “yes, thank you, ... master.”

“Well, you do something wrong, but correct yourself, and yet you continue to push me. Well, let’s get on with the fun, shall we?”

Recognizing a rhetorical question when she heard it, she kept silent.

Then, the man opened and closed the shears with a loud SNIP. Unable to help herself, the girl flinched.

Smiling to himself, the man stepped up in front of the girl and taking hold of the hem of her t-shirt, he cut up to her neckline. Snip. Snip. Snip. He then cut up from the hem of her left arm to the neck. And finally cut the right shoulder free, and the t-shirt fell to the floor.

The girl trembled slightly, her top no longer being covered as much. She still had on the bikini top, but that wouldn’t last.

Then the man knelt down in front of the girl and whispered, “OK, Nikki, please don’t move. Wouldn’t want to cut you in your privates ... yet.”

She tried; she really did. But the trembling just wouldn’t stop. The man cut up the right side of her shorts, bottom to top. Moving around to the left side again, he repeated the cut on that side and then the shorts fell away. Standing, he picked up the clothing and walked it out to the outer room and tossed them away into the trash can.

Walking back into the bedroom, he asked, “so, Nikki, do you have to go to the bathroom?”

She shook her head.

“You may answer.”

“No, master, I don’t have to pee.”

“Good girl. You catch on quick.” Looking at the girl’s bikini, he realized he no longer needed the shears, so he walked them back out, set them in the cabinet, and locked it.

Returning, he moved around behind her. Whispering right next to her ear, he asked, “ready?”

At first, she wondered, for what? Then... “Yes, master, I think so.”

The man then reached up to the tie at the back of the girl’s neck and untied it. Then the tie holding the lower strap together. Holding on to one of the strings, the bra top fell off and he balled it up and stuffed it into a pocket. Walking slowly around the girl, he saw that her nipples, small pink buds on slightly darker areola, were rock hard.

Whispering, he said, “Interesting. You said you are warm. So, it’s not temperature...”