There was no mirror, but I must have looked as bare as the mannequin. The only hair left were my eyebrows and eyelashes. My balls looked puny, hairles... and exposed.I sat down in disgust. So that had been the purpose of the noxious chemicals."DAMN YOU!" I shouted. It would take months to grow everything back, if not years. I hugged myself and whimpered, shivering as I sat on the cold metal tiles.||Please step into the shoes||I looked up where the spotlight was pointed and spied a pair of shoes. It concentrates the mind wonderfully and fills me with sexually heightened anticipation. Every time I go to the lavatory I think of Master! How romantic? But when you are a slave you no longer have secrets, no longer have your own body, no longer have modesty. You learn to recognise the crude biological facts as they really are, accepting what a slave is with honesty. My bowels are now subject to His needs and that means my arse must be ready at all times for Him. I crouch and defecate through. I started to protest again but she told me to keep my mouth shut and to listen and obey her commands. If I complained one more time, that was it. Mom and Dad would think I had nuked the world. I decided that from here on in, I would have to go along with my sisters wishes. After finishing the dishes, my sister gave me a list of things I had to do. I was quite shocked at what it said. It read sort of like this: "Since you have failed to be a good brother to me, I will give you a chance to. He paused. “Good. Tell me when, Char.” “When you like. This is for your benefit - I can take it all whenever you like.” So Harold gently pushed his cock, little by little, into that receptive hole until it was fully buried. For a while he didn’t move. “It’s just brilliant in there,” he told us, as though we couldn’t guess. “and it’s important to get control before you do anything. It is for me, anyway. Char is very patient while we get this right. But I’m OK now.” And then to his wife, “Ready?”.