I was a bundle of nerves as I pulled up to her Hollywood Hills home. Mistress Ilsa sensed my nervousness and we sat in her parlor for a few minutes and discussed what would be expected of me. She wanted to do a shaving video, and wanted to include a new prop she had been sent, an 6-inch gold handled straight razor. I swallowed hard! She asked for my input, and we tossed script ideas around. We would do a momentary role reversal. I was to be in the office, playing an obnoxious sexist employer, and she would be a temp secretary who turns the tables on me.

I settled at the desk, and we rolled tape. I pounded on my desk demanding my coffee. “Secretary Ilsa” walked in with a disgusted look in her eyes, and a cup of coffee in her hands. She was dressed in a smart business jacket, and one of the shortest slip dresses possible. She plopped the cup down, and I started making some sexist remarks, I saw the fire flash in her eyes, and even though this was improv, I feared I had gone too far.

“Boss Lady Ilsa” reached over the desk. Her legendary Amazonian strength was evident when she lifted me out of my chair by my tie, and dragged my head to her feet. She quickly informed me that she had been taping all my sexist remarks, and if I didn’t want to face a lawsuit, plus her going to the company President, I would have to do anything she said.

She quickly had me stripped, divested of my male business attire, I became a cowering wimp. Ilsa Strix towered over me as she weighed my fate. She decided to remove my male hair, to really bring me into line. She left me kneeling, only to return in a minute with a cup of shaving cream, and what looked like the largest straight razor in the world! I was pinned to the desk, as “Boss Lady Ilsa” covered my chest and torso with the lather. The razor soon was taking wide swaths of hair from my body as Mistress Ilsa’s sure hand guided it over my body. I was too frightened to move, and she lectured me on Female Superiority as she shaved away.

My torso was clean as a baby’s but the cruel woman wasn’t finished with me. She began on my thighs and pubic area, this time without the benefit of shaving cream. I winced yet dared not move as she literally stripped me of my male covering. Cool air touched areas covered since puberty. I was being made completely naked and vulnerable before this woman. I swallowed and put my trust in Mistress Ilsa fully, as the razor would glide next to my offending manhood. She even gripped and twisted my balls as she worked, knowing full well I dared not move an inch.

Her work was soon done. The last scene of the movie has me naked and clean shaven as the day I was born. “Boss Lady Ilsa” is at her desk, and I am sent to fetch her coffee. She drops a pencil making me bend over, exposed, to pick it up. I am utterly humiliated.