I'm obeying, I'm obeying, was all I could think sometimes.I'm obeying, I'm obeying, was all I could think sometimes. "Over," Ally said. I turned over and Ally took her razor to the backs of my thighs and calves, and then I felt her fingers pry apart my buttocks and shave clean the little pubic hairs that were there. "Back," she said again, and she moved down to my feet. "You're a Hobbit, Ken," she said, jokingly, shaving the rather thick hair which grew over my feet and toes I swallowed and said "I'm a little tall for one." She chuckled softly, easing the soap into my other foot and shaving that one as well. "In," she ordered. I jumped into the water and rinsed the shaving soap off of me. Ally slid in next to me and began to lather my body, cleaning off my chest and legs. "Arm up," she said. I raised my arm and with a few frightening, flashing cuts I was denuded of hair. "The other one," she said, and when that was done she again ordered, "rinse." She picked up a small cloth and shook a light powder from a small bottle onto it. "Smile," she said. I complied. She opened my mouth with her hand and pressed the cloth to my teeth, polishing them with small circular motions. It felt strange to feel her manipulating me like that, but I let her; she was under orders from my mistress. When she was done, she directed me out onto the marble floor, where she dried me carefully with a large terrycloth towel, smiling all the while as my cock throbbed and stuck out with frustration. |