Chapter Thirteen
A Means To An End?
At that moment I came very close to being resigned to my fate. I might still make a bid for freedom should the opportunity arise, but deep down I knew I would be forever a slave to this most wonderful touch, this intoxicating odour of rubber. These new sensations had a hold on my very existence, a grip on my body and mind more undeniable than the tubular corset that crushed and moulded me to its own form. I lay quietly, but my body still quivered and I could no more stay the hands that worked upon me than I could shout the words to make them desist. I still did not open my eyes, even when I heard a sound that was instantly recognisable, even to my befuddled brain.
It was Herr Wolfes turn to now to hold my head, while Frau Baxter used a barbers elect
