Let Her Help

"No," the blindfolded reporter said. "I would appreciate your help."

Even slightly **** and unable to see, Lois was reasonably sure she could manage to disrobe without assistance—but Blaze was offering, and it was Lois' job to stick close and figure out what she was up to.

Hands grasped Lois' shoulders...gently, pulling slightly at her jacket. The reporter shrugged her shoulders, leaning forward, letting Blaze pull it down her arms...

"Disrobing has a long tradition in initiation," the woman's voice floated out from beyond Lois. "Inanna in her descent to the underworld was stripped at each gate, all of her symbols of power and authority taken from her, until she stood naked before the judges of the dead..."

The jacket came off, and Lois heard it being folded. Bending over at the waist, the reporter let her arms fall until the fingertips just touched the floor—wondering how much of a show she was giving to Blaze, and whether or not it was working—and slipped a finger into the tops of her shoes, carefully stepped out of them. She rose again, the heels in one hand, and released them when she felt the other woman tug at them.

Reaching down to her shoulders, Lois began to lift her shirt. A little nervous flutter went through her belly.

It's no different than undressing at the gym. She thought.

But then she felt those warm, strong hands on her again.

"Allow me," Blaze's voice was soft, and came from in front of her. Lois stood still as she felt those warm hands tickle her sides, lifting the shirt gently up and over her breasts. Instinctively, the reporter raised her arms out in front of her, feeling the cloth slid up and over her head, down her arms...

"Is that all that it's about?" The blind woman quipped. "Being defenseless?"

"It's about peeling away false layers. Showing your true self." Blaze was behind Lois again, and the reporter felt thumbs digging into the waistband of her pants. "And of course, in preparation for rebirth."

The pants were tight, but Blaze tugged them down, over the hemispheres of Lois' ass. She felt oddly naked, having another woman so close. They weren't exactly her best feature...never a full booty. Maybe I should do more squats.

But Blaze didn't comment on her anatomy, as she peeled the pants down Lois' legs. The other woman was trying to tell her something.

"You know something of the power of costumes. It's why all those gaudy superheroes dress in their capes and tights, why the military and police are set apart by their uniforms...and there is power too in disrobing."

Lois lifted her foot, letting Blaze work one pants leg down around her heel.

"Power?" The reporter prompted.

"Of course. A woman who strips herself can tease, tantalize, seduce—as she grows closer to nakedness, her power grows, because she controls the process. But when a woman is stripped..."

Lois stepped out of the pants and stood before Blaze in just her bra and panties.

"...she has no power whatsoever. It is taken from her. Her nakedness becomes not her strength, but her weakness. That is why now you must choose...will I undress you...or will you reveal yourself to me?"