" Err, actually Fifty, it won't. According to your training plan," she looks over towards an open laptop, "ah ... your going to be shaven daily till r...lease! You know we like to push your limits a bit. Besides, quite a lot of girls go shaven now and you look absolutely terrific just as you are."Her compliments are no consolation. I'm actually a bit shocked at this news and it must show in my face. Celia puts her arm round me and guides me to the couch. "Can I just check something? You gave. She got dog bowls with my name on them for my food and drinks. The only thing that won’t go in the bowls is water. That is because I have to get water out of the toilet. I hope I am allowed to drink from a glass at work. It would suck if I had to drink from a public toilet.I laid there thinking about all that has happened to me and I don’t really like some of it. Other things weren’t so bad. I was enjoying the pain until I had to have screws in my tits and they branded my cunt. That fucking. ? The shock of it, theuncontrollable gasp from the change, the widening of the eyes, and ultimatelythe beginnings of a small tell-tell smile appearing on her lips all combined toprovide just the reaction that I had hoped for.?I bent over her slowly and placed a much-deserved kiss on her lips,lingering there perhaps longer than I should have, but the evening was earlyand they were irresistible.? Gradually, Ipulled away.? She earnestly attempted tomaintain the contact, but with her properly worn. ***At this point. I should digress briefly to tell you a little about myself. As you will already have surmised I am English by birth and I was then in my late twenties. I had first visited Paris in the late 1960s, when at the age of eighteen I stayed with a family for a few weeks in the Easter holidays in order to improve my spoken French prior to taking my A-level examinations that June.At the time I had no idea that seven years later, after graduating from Cambridge University with a first.