Juliette March, bound and at her Master's mercy, feels the cold steel of the razor against her armpits. The Master's touch is precise, methodical, as he shaves her, the sound of the blade against her skin filling the room. Juliette's body responds, her nipples hardening, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. Once shaven, the Master admires his handiwork, running his fingers along her bare skin, making Juliette moan. He then picks up the flogger, the leather straps leaving red welts on Juliette's skin as he expertly brings her to the edge of pleasure and pain.