I am naked, except for the rope that binds my cock and balls in a figure eight and the pink collar that encompasses my neck. I am on my knees legs apart. I must always be open and accessible to my Mistress. I am bent at the waist forehead pressed to the bathroom floor. Beside me the water, gel, razor, & lotion I am to use to shave my Mistress's perfect legs. I continue to wait, anxious, excited, my balls aching as they turn bluer, my cock straining against its bonds, straining for a glimpse of the GODDESS to whom it belongs. Mistress enters the room and I tremble and a small moan escapes my lips as I raise my head from the floor. Mistress laughs, she is amused by my obvious lust and asks if I can control myself. I had better she says, because if I don't, I will be severely beaten and will lose the honor of shaving her indefinitely. I answer 'Yes Mistress', it is how I always answer my Mistress.
Mistress sits on the edge of the glamour tub her legs out stretched towards me. She is wearing only a loosely tied robe that falls mid-thigh. It has become parted. I know, but I will not look. My eyes never wander beyond the hem of her robe. Never to the beautiful, delicious perfect parts of my Mistress's exquisite body. Despite my utter desire, abject longing, even the pain of such need coursing throughout my body I will not look. Certain visions of my Mistress's body have been forbidden me. If I give in, only once, I am banished forever. The very thought horrifies me and I will not look, never will I look, even though every ounce of my being longs to do so.
As I prepare my Mistress's legs, massaging the gel into the foam, my mistress reaches out with her left foot and caresses my bound balls causing me to groan involuntarily with desire. My Mistress giggles at my agony and informs me how much she enjoys the pain she invokes in me. I respond that I am pleased to suffer for my Mistress. I proceed to shave my Mistress's legs, using the razor as skillfully as a surgeon would use a scalpel on his own child. I will introduce no blemish to the perfect legs before me. I do not want to imagine the punishment if I ever were to do so.
I apply the lotion to my Mistress's legs and when I am finished I place my forehead back upon the bathroom floor and watch as my Mistress's exotic feet leave the room.