"WOA! I should stop watching so much splatter movies when i'm out of the hospital. Surely this is some sick side effect from it." He convieniently missed the sickeing stench of fresh blood, prefering to keep the pretense over actually having to think about anything.<br/><br/>But then, the Woman supriesed him. taking off the... unclothing his lower parts would mean walking around stark naked. He could feel the blood rushing into his face from the thought alone. Heard a soft, feminine gasp, as he gasped. The request was... unthinkable. Was this really his subconsciousness at work? Was he an exhibitionist without realizing? But then again, it wasn't his body he was in, right? Besides... taking off the loincloth would mean not only to be able to see a pussy - he'd seen many over the years in many many porn vids - but being able to touch one. His mind for sure was turned on by the prospect. "His" body, however, was another matter. He could feel himself going stiff, breathing heavily before even moving his fingers the very first inch. Trembling shock his hands, as he slowly closed in on his loincloth. Slowly, carefully, almost tender he played with the thin fabric a little bit, before looking up. Please Mistress, isn't there another way? Couldn't you at least bring me another loincloth to cover up my most private parts? Or let me use the rags of those two?<br/><br/>But despite his pleading, he still released the cloth, letting it fall to the floor carelessly. Not daring to look down, keeping his eyes locked on his Mistress Eyes, he awaited her judgement. Of course he knew, that on the porno movies he'd seen, pleading never helped, always only worsened the situation, but somehow he felt bad for the body he was occupying. He felt he owed the body at least this much. Surely the punishment wouldn't be too harsh?