"Rinse."Rinse." I complied, and as I came up for air she said, "Lay on your back, on this towel." I stepped up and lay back as she had ordered. I felt her fingers spreading something warm and soapy over my legs and crotch, and I felt my sex harden as she stroked around it. "Whatever you do, don't move." I blinked, wondering what she meant by that. There was a touch at my leg, just at the crotch, and I suddenly realized what she was doing. "Ally?" "Don't move." The cold touch slid down my leg and I heard her dunk her hand in the water. I picked up my head and saw what she held in her hand- a straight razor. I groaned aloud and closed my eyes. "Ally..." I said plaintively. "I have my orders, slave. I am to shave you clean. Now hush." She was quick and efficient, clearing off the insides and tops of both thighs and calves without a nick, working her way down. I'm going to let you in a little secret; I have a phobia. Extramanual Levophobia. I'm terrified of knives, as long as they're in someone else hands. I can easily and comfortably handle knives, feel no fear in a museum full of swords, but the sight of a butter knife in even P'nyssa's hands terrifies me. It has been long enough that I no longer have to leave the room when I see a knife, but it's still frightening. Lynn had to have known that when she directed Ally to take a straight razor to my privates. And Ally was much more careful there, pulling my sac tight and slowly stroking the razor's blade over the skin. Traveling with equal care over my hardened cock, she gave my crotch close scrutiny as she shaved, looking up into my fearful eyes once in a while. It took every vestige of my self-discipline to control myself, to keep from running away. |