hold me hands out as you fasten the leather cuffs around them, and join them by a short length of chain. You climb onto the small stool and raise my hands up to join the chain to the length of chain fastened to the ceiling, before getting back down and taken the shaving foam. For the next 30 minutes I stand there, embarrassed, as you apply foam to every area of my body, and then proceed to remove it with the razor, taking along the short hairs at the same time. "How I wish I could trust you to do this yourself without either missing a patch or cutting yourself all over." You tell me.