I reached out and stopped him. He wouldn't look at me until I turned his face to mine. Pharaoh or Joey? How could I choose? I leaned forward and kisse...d him, hoping that it would be meaningless, forgettable and cold. It was not.It was hot and engulfing. Like a wind blowing me over. A wave crashing down, drowning me in need and want and pleasure and pulling us both into each other with more power than anything I've ever felt. I was lost to it. He pulled away first."You have sown the wind, Prince,. I am a woman, and despite being made to do what I was doing I couldn't help but admire the force above me, the power, the very dominance of him. I had never in my life been in a situation such as this. I had played at being submissive when it suited me to be so, but this was different, this was real, I was being submissive, and forcefully being made to be so.His hand at the back of my head guided me further and further on him, my lips pouting out when I slid off, and pinched when he slid me. He would jump, move to the correct position and then say, "See, when you get to this position, then you..." and then he would go ahead and move to the next element. It made an incredibly effect teaching tool. Of course, any female student that happened to be watching had the benefit of a very close up view of his perfectly chiseled body, a view that many remembered in their dreams that night.All of the students were very appreciative of his coaching and suggestions. Some of the guys were. Gabriela is disfiguring me, her will is taking away from me a part of my beauty for which I am admired: my hair, my hair, my hair, I sob, shaking with my tears. I can't take it anymore, I know what's coming, I lean my forehead, my face against her chest and instinctively I take one of her nipples and start sucking it like a baby who wants protection from the world. The machine buzzes louder and louder, its noise tormenting my ears like in a sound hell as I feel it slice my hair down to the.