Jon takes a staggering gait to the bathroom, and when he reaches Zoe's door he remembers how she offered to help. His hesitation isn't appreciated by Karen though so she rewards his ass with another firm SLAP! After that he scurries quickly to the bathroom. Karen closes and locks the door behind them as he rummages desperately around the bathroom for razors and lotion. Karen chuckles and starts a bath for him.
Jon, not so surprisingly, finds everything he needs in his own hygiene bag and begins to squirt out gel into his hands. Karen grabs his ass and shakes her head. "Nuh Uh. Soak up first, cutie." She holds onto his plump rear as she guides him to the water, and lets him settle into the steaming hot tub. "Take care of that ugly 5 o'clock shadow first, but let your legs soak... Unless you just want to be covered in painful blemishes..." She mutters the next bit. "You know all this..."
A fleeting thought in his mind insists "NO! I've never done this before in my life." But such coherent thoughts are quickly washed away by his longing. It seems an added... benefit of his arousal, is that he's become extremely suggestible, and his mind latches onto whatever words come out of Mistresses mouth.
He quickly lathers up and shaves his face until nothing remains but smooth pale cheeks. Finally Karen gives the nod for him to go on to his legs. That smile never leaves her lips as she appraises his body, judges his acts. The butterfly in his stomach returns as he basks in her gaze until he reminds himself that he shouldn't be enjoying Mistre... Karen's dominance like this! Still he quickly slides the blades along his legs, and an almost erotic tingle follows along that unyielding razors edge. Everywhere the blade slides the weak visage of his masculinity is wiped away, leaving only soft supple flesh behind.
It's not long before he's done and he looks up to Karen for approval.
She raises an eyebrow and points to his hairy little bush. He gulps, then slowly begins to move the razor to his hair.
Right as he's about to slide the blade Karen's voice rings out again. "Stop!" He looks to her somewhat startled. "Stand up... And give me the blade." He squeezes his thighs together a pulse of arousal washes through him. Slowly, he rises, letting the water dribble off his body into the pool below. Just as slowly he offers the pink razor to Karen as he wiggles helplessly before her predatory gaze.
