Yeah, I know, she’s a little funny lookin’, but I love her just the same. Man’s best friend, I’m never without my dawg. She goes ev’rywhere ... go. ‘Woof,’ barked Earth. ‘She’s a good girl. She’s a good dawg.’ She likes it when I rub her head like this and ev’ry time I lean down to pat her side, she licks my face. See? Oh, yeah, she’s a face licker and if she was smaller than the 130 pounds that she weighs, she’d be a lap dog, too. She’s always tryin’ to get up on me, but she’s just too dang. Laughing, Master turned away.Mistress came rolled over a metal cart with a variety of bowls and bottles. Mistress lifted up a bowl that looked like shaving cream and began to lather my body with the cool, soothing cream. They both picked straight razors from the tray and began expertly to shave my body from head to toe. I felt them begin with my arms and worked down my body, then to my underarms and chest."Don't move, I wouldn?t want to slip," Mistress said.I felt Mistress expertly lather, my. I felt a cool waft of air blow across my naked body, and my head instantly began to clear. She continued, “If you will let me calmly examine you, I will assure you I mean no harm and then you can be released.” She ducked out of view as she retrieved the cover, then her face reappeared pulling the cover gently over my body up to my waist. As she leaned closer, her skin looked oddly a little bluish. I shook my head and figured it was only the light. She said, “Please roll to your left side. Against his considerable bulk I must have seemed almost waiflike. I keep in good shape, but my body isn’t terribly hairy, and is naturally rather slight. I’d call myself toned. As we passed a mirror and I glimpsed the two of us passing, it was the first time it occurred to me that I might also seem rather feminine when compared to raw masculinity.He directed me, again by the small of my now-naked back, to a stern woman in a grey uniform by a door.“Get him ready” my companion told her. It.