At Zoe's mercy

I finally stopped struggling as all it did was hurt my wrists and ankles. I resigned myself to just laying there on my stomach. "Now that's much better" said Zoe as she turned me onto my side. She smacked my ass with a loud crack that really smarted. I winced in pain through the gag. "I think I like you better this way. You can't talk back, you can't run away, and I can have my way with you. And believe me, there are lots of things I want to do to you."

I had never seen this side of Zoe in all the times we spent together. I had to wonder, did all my complaining turn her into a monster? She was frightening me to say the least, and I knew the fear I felt could be seen on my face. I tried to protest this treatment she was giving me through the gag, but all that came out was a bunch of slurred mumbles. She rolled me onto my side, and knelt down in front of me. She caressed my face, and gently kissed my forehead. "There's nothing to be afraid of as long as you cooperate." she caressed my ass cheek which she slapped earlier. "Such a soft, firm bottom!" she commented. "Since you can't take your own clothes off, I'll remove them for you. I want to get a better look at the goods."

I frantically shook my head no as she picked up a pair of scissors from the coffee table and held them up in front of my face, smiling. "Now hold still" she said. "I wouldn't want to poke you with these. They're very sharp."

I wasn't wearing much to begin with. An old tee shirt, a pair of shorts, and my underwear. They were my bumming around the house clothes. I tried to hold still as the blade of the scissors made its way under the collar of my tee shirt. I could feel the cold steel against my flesh as she started to cut straight down through it, and the way to my belly button. She tugged down my shorts, and cut through the crotch, then up the side of them. They fell off of me like they were nothing. She backed off for a moment to admire me in my underwear. "Lilac is my favorite color. Did you wear those especially for me?" she giggled. "Sorry love, but they have to come off. I do so hate ruining them they're so cute." Snip, snip and my panties were off. Snip, snip. snip, and my bra was off. I was now bare naked for her eyes to see. That's when she noticed the landing strip above my pussy. "No, no, no! This won't do at all!" she said as she ran her fingertips over my mound. "I like my girls clean shaven down there. I'm afraid I'm going to have to shave you." She got up, and I watched as she walked into the bathroom to retrieve a razor and shaving cream.