Willie
In boarding with Miss Benson, I never thought I would be so eager to attend classes. For on campus, I am afforded clothing and a smattering of normality.
In her home, I am kept naked and in being constantly infibulated, the presence of the imposing and fully clothed Miss Benson can be quite intimidating. And when Miss Benson prepares for bed, evenings of feverish study end, as her nakedness mandates that I be hooded.
Those are the rules.
On this cool autumn morning, Miss Benson advises that another application of depilatory cream is advisable, and I feel her powerful hands tantalizingly smooth everywhere in a brief inspection. Then there is a waft of cold air and the sound of a closing door as she exits the back door.
This signals the time for the removal of my hood and the be
