To shave

The handler reaches for his trimmer, and starts the remove the light scattering of hair across your chest, and the small treasure trail that leads the eye to your groin.

"I'm glad you didn't have much more hair than that, it would've taken much more effort on my part". The handler comments. "On to your legs."

You feel the handler work away, shaving your legs smooth. After he has finished, you feel him rubbing your newly smooth legs, an odd sensation.