As you step out of the hallway you find yourself in a large stable area. A dozen stalls line each side, most seem to have name placards attached to the doors. As you continue to follow him down the middle of the room you can see that about half the doors so marked have women in them. They are nude save for a heavy metal and leather posture collar, boots that seem to end in behooved feet. And leather “mittens” that cover their hands, but have no fingers, only a single metal D ring, obviously for fastening them to things.

The man you are with opens the door and motions you through. He steps through behind you and closes the door. He walks across the small court yard where you now find yourself. The only things in the court yard are a wooden frame, a sort of furnace with several leather wrapped iron handles sticking out, and a video camera.

The man pulls a pair of scissors from his pocket and hands them to you. He says, “I want you to cut off your clothes. Once you have removed them, I want you to cut them up into pieces no larger than 4 inches square, then toss them in the fire. You no longer have need of clothes. Or your name. Or anything else. Oh...By the way, on the rare occasions you are allowed to speak. You will address me, or any other staff, as “Master” or “Mistress.”

The man walks over to the video camera and turns it on, he points to the furnace and says, “Stand there and get busy.” You answer “Yes Master” and move next to the brick structure. Standing where indicated you can feel the heat of the fire on your face, and to lesser degree on your body where it is covered by your clothes.

You hold the scissors up and look at them for a moment, then you slide them into you left sleeve and begin to cut. Slicing up the length of the sleeve. Switching hands you do the same thing with the right sleeve. Your shirt cut up the sleeves to the collar falls open. You cut down the middle and it drops to the ground. Then, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you place the scissors in the front of your bra and cut downwards. Your bra joins your shirt on the ground and you can now feel the heat of the fire on your chest quite clearly. You nipples, despite being almost painfully warm, are hard and erect.

You then put the scissors into your waist band and start cutting downward. The jeans are much tougher to cut than the t-shirt was. And when you get to your right knee you realize that you cut through your panties as well. You feel you jeans and panties slide down you left leg as you finish cutting them off of the right one, then your begin to cut on the other leg. You are acutely aware of the man and the video camera as you find yourself somewhat unexpectedly nude.