Jon can't help but shiver as the slightest disturbance of air robs him of warmth. Goosebumps prickle up as Karen toss the towel into a wicker bin, yet that does little to insulate him without hairs to lift.
Karen stands back, hands on hips and appraises him from head to toe. "Much better sweetie. You'll be back to normal in no time, now let me see your hand." She holds out her own hand and makes a come hither gesture with her fingers. Reluctantly Jon raises his hand. "What do you say?" She quips as her intense gaze grasps his own eyes.
He quickly glances away and begins to stutter. "Y-yes... mistress." Her face glows warmly in response, and Jon shares her enjoyment vicariously for a moment.
She grasps his right pointer firmly as she states. "Well, you did a real number on this one, it's a good thing I have this." She holds up the stone.
"Karen, wait!" Jon quips
"MISTRESS." she responds firmly with a wonderful authority that tingles his very bones.
"m-mistress..." he responds quietly. "Don't you think the stone could be dangerous... what if it makes it so I'm stuck with long nails, or it misinterprets the wish to mean something dangerous or cartoonish."
She smiles with contempt. "Silly girl, you're just trying to wiggle out of this. You should hope that you end up stuck with long nails." She taps her lip in thought. "But... I suppose I can help you out this time." Jon looks up hopeful as she pockets the stone and continues. "I'll make you a deal. If you can get your nails clean and trimmed within the next 15 minutes, I wont wish for your nails to be long and slutty." She winks as his heart skips a beat.
Immediately he begins to scramble for cotton swabs and acetone. Her rubs furiously at the thick gel coated nails, and within half of his time he's ready to take the clippers to them. The "clack!" sounds out over and over again as chips of his previously feminine nails are haphazardly clipped away. Karen gazes with disgust at his sloppy efforts, and, realizing he still has plenty of time, Jon begins to trim them more methodically and deliberately. He finishes with plenty of time to spare. Under Karen's watchful eye he cleans them up with a file and acetone swabs until nothing but immaculate short nails remain. Under her guidance he even tends to his overgrown cuticles. He was surprised at how concentrated he was able to become in spite of the plug being free. But with his task done, the arousal seems to return with a vengeance.
Karen smirks as she struts over to him, her slender hips swaying like a pendulum. "Now cutie..." She begins. "I'm going to give you a choice." Jon begins to grow tense. He didn't expect an ultimatum out of this. "You can keep those boring ugly things now." She looks at his nails in derision. "With a clear coat that is... ugh... I wouldn't let you out without at least that." She turns her eyes back to his own, and sits in his lap. Her hand goes to his shaft, and delicately at first she begins to tease her finger up the engorged gland. "OOoorrr~..."
