I should climb down off my rugged cross and lay with you.

I tighten up her bindings, holding her limbs rigid. I leave her brain stewing and duck into the en suite with a metal bowl I’ve brought from her kitchen. The hot water comes quickly and a couple of towels and washcloths are easy enough to find. I soak one of them, then return. I lay the hot wet towel over her blonde bush and then head downstairs. Tossing a towel into the oven on the lowest setting, I wait. Three minutes gets it hot enough.

The hot towel replaces the warm damp cloth. I leave it for another minute, while I pull out the mug and soap. I quickly begin to build a lather. It’s the work of seconds before the badger brush is barely able to move through the thick lather. I set the mug aside, remove the towel, and plug in the clippers.

Her pubic hair falls away as the clippers do their work, the buzzing of the small grooming tool sending shivers through her immobilized body. I begin to lather the remaining quarter inch of stubble, not content to leave her with a buzz cut in her shorts. With a delicate touch I slowly draw the straight razor over her mons pubis, deftly removing every last vestige of hair. There’s something intimate about wet shaving a woman’s vagina, made all the more so by the use of the cutthroat razor. I clean the remains lather then carefully warm the shaving balm in my hands before applying it to her now bare crotch.

Her body begins to tense and buck under my ministrations, so I once more probe her steaming wet gash, that velvet vise repeatedly clenching around my invading digits. Her body now matching her mind as the blank canvas upon which I will draft a masterpiece.

I spike her with another 60 ccs of Phenobarbital and clean up while I wait for it to take effect.

She’s out. Breathing deeply, and snoring softly. I’m certain that the bindings are no longer needed, and I detach the cuffs from the ratchet straps, clipping them together. I strip off the VR gear, and carry her to the bathroom.

During my previous exploration I’d ascertained that the shower is more than capable of supporting her weight, although her body carries a bit of extra weight. I drape her wrist cuffs over the shower head, secure them there with a washcloth, and turn on the water.

She stirs a little as the droplets hit her skin, but the warm stream quickly relaxes her and she lolls listlessly under the spray. I reapply her blindfold and strip off my few remaining garments, then enter the shower myself.

I enjoy the sensual pleasure of washing her. The lather of the bath poof barely standing out against her pale white flesh. She moans in her **** state at the gentle touch of my hands, massaging her heavy breasts and her full broad ass. My hands slide over her wet body, enjoying the curves and **** sighs and moans that slip through her lips.

I’m fairly sure that by this point her body is incapable of not being aroused, in part due to her conditioning, in part due to her **** state. I clean my spendings from her cunt, which gapes open to easily accept three fingers. More time for that later though. In finally wash her long lustrous hair. Seems a waste, but this is my farewell to it.

I leave her hanging and go find a folding chair, place her in it, and brush out her hair. While it’s still wet, I take my scissors and cut it off neatly at the nape of her neck. Then I take up my clippers and set to work once more.

I stand back and review my work. The finished product is an asymmetrical undercut bob. I begin to apply foils and mix dyes.

I’ve rinsed out the dyes now. The result is to say the least stunning. Deep magentas and violets interspersed with pale blues and lightning streaks of silver run through her hair, contrasting with the stark white of the shaved to skin undercut. If she’d had darker hair I never would have had time for this, but her pale blonde took the pigments quite readily. The popularity of the Emo hairstyles in recent years have really sparked my creative spirit. She begins to stir as I blow dry it. Time for more ****.

I have her back on the bed, bound spread eagled once more, her VR gear back in place. Her clamps are all back on, and the largest plug is firmly in her ass. I’ve set the ring gag between her lips and fitted it with a smallish dong that protrudes just to the back of her mouth. I give her another light injection and settle in for a nap to let her cook. It’s five in the morning now.