Miki's playtoys

Miki stands there, her back against the door. She licks her lips as she savors your naked body. It's enough to send chills up your spine, and make you totally aware of your own nudity. You suddenly feel ashamed, and that shame prompts you to cover your breasts with one arm while hiding your tattooed pussy with the other. Her eyes flash with anger when you do this. "Hands down at your sides. I didn't tell you to cover up, and I don't want you to. Do it, or I will shave your head. I may love redheads, but I don't like toys who disobey me." She walks over to one of her bags, a large military type duffle bag, and unzips it. "Speaking of which, I owe you a punishment for not listening to me when I told you to come with me."

You gulp hard as you drop your arms to your sides. The thought of losing all that curly red hair on your head is enough to help you overcome the shame she makes you feel. No wonder her boyfriend and girlfriend kicked her out! you think to yourself. You wonder how they were able to find the courage to do it. You watch Miki intently as she broods over the open bag. She looks up at you, and smiles. "These are my playtoys. Some give a lot of pleasure. Others give a lot of pain. Some even give both. Right now, I want to give you some pain." She holds up a nasty looking spiked paddle, and a cat o' nine tails that doesn't look that much more pleasant. "Pick one, or I'll pick one for you, and I'll also shave your head."

There's that threat of losing your hair again. Does she have a bald lady complex, or something? You get the feeling that sooner or later she's going to make it impossible for you not to lose your hair, unless you can find a way to get out of this situation.