"Now slut, did you really think W/we were going to
pretend to do this?" She asked sweetly. :you are going
to take all that nasty man hair off. I want My gyrl slut to
be smooth."
Tears threatened to tumble from his eyes at Her words. he
nodded slightly, feeling the pain in his ass from the crop and
the shame as well. he bent down to stroke the razor slowly back
up one side of his leg. he had reached the top of the stroke
and was getting ready to turn and rinse the blade when he felt
Her crop land again on his ass. he turned wet eyes to Her.
She only smiled and directed him to continue. "Hurry
slut, I do not have all day here." was all She said.
he worked quickly as removing the hair from his leg, tears
threatening to fall as he felt the shame of what he was doing,
becoming the slut that She had named him already. But wanting
to please and wanting to be Her slut driving him own. Soon the
leg was smooth, free of hair. he picked up the washcloth and
rinsed the last of the shaving cream from it.
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