Manscaping and More

The next morning, Douglas reluctantly showed up at Elizabeth's door, ringing the bell. He saw that Monique and Elizabeth had done some redecorating. They climbed the wooden stairs. Douglas peeked into the guest bedroom and saw Xavier, Elizabeth's son with D-Train. It was odd, seeing Elizabeth in a child, but not him, he thought absently. Elizabeth was taking him to the master bath.

"Strip," Elizabeth commanded simply. Douglas blushed, trying to demur. "Stop it, no one is interested in your little dinky anymore, least of all me." Douglas tugged off his polo shirt and golf pants and underwear. Elizabeth circled him, making disapproving clucks at him.

"Don't like what you see?" Douglas asked sheepishly.

"Never did, but I loved you despite it all," Elizabeth responded in a lazy, disinterested tone. "You need a better diet and more exercise, for starters. Lots of cardio, no weights. You also need to do situps to strengthen your core." She continued to circle him, finally pulling out some electric trimmers. "Go into the shower, get your dinky trimmed, and the areas around it. I'll be back in ten."

Douglas groused, sliding into the shower. It used to be his shower. He noticed that the white tile was replaced with black tile. There was probably a message in their somewhere. It felt terribly unmasculine to be doing this. He trimmed his pubic hair. On the bright side, he thought it made his cock look a little bigger. Elizabeth came back in, wearing a black bikini. She looked amazing.

"Now then," she said, taking out some shaving cream and a straight razor. We need to get your legs nice and smooth.

"Hey now --" Douglas started. Elizabeth reached up, squeezing Douglas's balls tightly.

"This isn't a democracy, dear," she said. Douglas nodded, and she released her grip. She lathered up his legs in shaving cream, and Douglas stayed perfectly still as she shaved his legs. She then shaved his belly and chest and underarms, leaving a small amount of trimmed hair on his cock and balls.

They then exited the shower, where there was some hot wax waiting.

"Spread your asscheeks," Elizabeth commanded simply. He grunted. She wasn't going to take no for an answer anyhow. She applied the wax to his hairy ass, then applied the strips. He closed his eyes, yelping in pain she pulled them off, taking his hair with her.

"Now you know," Elizabeth whispered into Douglas's ear. "I had to go through this all the time, because I was your bitch. Pain, preparation, rituals. Not for me, but because I wanted to be pleasing to you. And now I do the same things ... but for Monique. And now you understand it, because you're a bitch too." She threw away the strips, then started to apply some lotion to Douglas's body.

"Here," she said. "This will help keep your skin moist and soft for Mira. And this is some perfume that Monique loves. Put a little dollop on your dinky. And tonight, for Mira ... give her one of your cigars, some of your scotch, and make it clear that you're her bitch. Got it?" Douglas nodded stiffly, and this lesson was over.