First she has started dressing very provocatively. Liza has always been in good shape. She is a bit of a gym rat, and has a body that showcases that. ...trong, long legs, tight ass, flat toned stomach. The only fat on her is in her chest, and she gets her large breasts from her mother, (so I've been told). Her long red hair has always been up in a ponytail every time I've seen her outside of a social function. Normally whenever she would come around she would dress in t-shirts and sweatpants.. Finally putting on the most beautiful church dress, she had bought for herself; a classic black dress hanging down to her calves but still provoked the onlookers with what was uncovered.As she reached the church, the noble man God was waiting for her at the gate, ready to escort her into a very private room located in the basement. The room was filled with the aroma of sweet smelling candles burning and a large leather couch was looking so authentic against one of the walls. The ambiance spoke. "She looked long and hard at me and said, "Come on back to my place, I'mgoing to call your bluff mister - or should I say missy."I was mystified. "What are you on about?" I questioned her."You just wait and see, come on we've a lot of to sort out." She got upslipped on her pink rain coat, I put on my fleece and followed her toher flat.When we got to her flat and closed the door, she said, "Right, you wantto be me, get undressed." W. w.what," I stammered."Get undressed," she repeated as she. "Yes, Mistress!" I answered."Good boy." She smiled as she brought the sharp razor to the base of my hard cock.One long smooth stroke as my pubic hair was shaved clean. Victoria held the razor still at the base of my cock."Trust," she started, "Is the basis of any relationship, especially with a Mistress and her slave."She looked directly into my eyes."Brian, do you trust me?" She asked.I was nervous, but there was a sense of calm."Yes, Mistress, I trust you," I told her truthfully.Smiling,.