Now armed with the Razor Karen gets to work finishing what Jon started. Her grin stretches from one ear to the next, and as she brings the blade close to his flesh, she can barely contain her tittering.
She grasps the very tip of his flesh, and pulls his member down, then with a swift Swish* strips him of the tangled hair down below. She didn't get far before having to rinse the razor, yet the giggles continue none the less. She glances up from her kneeling position to meet Josaphine's eyes. Maybe he was Jon this morning, but she'd find her friend inside this confused little boy. She'd get her Jossie, her Jojo, her best friend back!
Jon meets her gaze with an aroused distress. His cheeks glow brightly even as his little shaft throbs between her finger and thumb. She holds it so delicately, it's all he can bear without descending into a feverous loss of control. He wiggles within her grasp, and clutches his hands to his cheeks as she swipes the razor again, bearing his soft pink flesh to the open air. His eyes shut tight, and he half moans, half whines. He can hear the soft scratching of the metal blade removing him of his last vistage of protection against this new reality... And for all his distress, something very very deep down, beyond the effect of the beads, beyond the power mistress has over him... Something might actually like it.
He shudders at the thought, then yelps as Karen pours a cup of cool water over his member. Everything gets tight and recedes back for a moment, but the damned beads makes sure it doesn't stay that way long. He can already see that the top of his bush is completely bare. To his distress, he realizes that it looks so much smaller now, and can't dare to touch it, even in curiosity.
Karen continues, now getting between his legs, until that too is bare, then with a final titter she runs her finger along the velvety flesh.
It... It really is smooth. Jon realizes as her touch sends a ferociously delicate tingle down his spine. This is really happening. Karen pours water over him a few more times, then smacks his ass and winks.
"There there Josaphine. Doesn't that feel so much better." She thumps him lightly, sending a pulsation of pleasure through him. "I certainly think so." She holds up a mirror for him to see, yet for his shame he can barely think to peak through his fingers to look.
She quickly helps him out of the tub, and commands him dry off... With a shudder he acknowledges that at least on of Mistresses three commands are fulfilled... Now... his nails.
