You know the joys of being submissive…
You sit down, lean back and relax. It’s a familiar place. Even with the potential for danger you are calm. You trust this man.
Darkness falls and your face is enveloped in warmth. You feel the strength in his grip. He places his meaty hands on you and adjusts your head and body to where it needs to be… and you wait.
After a few minutes, the light returns.
You feel his thumb on the front of your chin – his index finger holding the weight of your jaw. Gently pulling and nudging and making perfectly clear where you are to be.
Trying to be helpful you shuffle in your seat and move your head only slightly – and everything stops.
Not a word is said. But it is understood. You have acted without his express direction. You have put yourself at risk. You may have upset him. You tense up.
Luckily, his hand returns. The experience will continue.
You feel his breath across your face… his grip across your forehead. And once again you sink into a state of passive relaxation.
How amazing to trust someone so much. How comforting to trust and to be totally submissive.
Without warning or fanfare, the experience is over. You look at him in the mirror and he looks back. You see yourself in the chair and the work of the master.
Your barber has completed your shave.