His revelry was interrupted by the return of the absent couple. They entered in bed-time wear, Barb in a filmy grey negligee and Mike in some silk boxers. They had a box and soon were taking things out of it. Jim got back to videotaping, and watched as the two performed some new magic on his wife, but not of an overtly sexual type. The items in the box were cosmetics and grooming aides, and soon the two had done Dana's hair, her make-up, her nails, and her skin all over. They powdered her, lipsticked her, eye-shadowed her, and much more until they finished by helping her slip into a similarly sexy nightgown. The fabric seemed to float on her body, and the see-through material gave a mysterious yet magnetic view of Dana's luscious curves.
During this final phase she had not resisted, but had cooperated as if she were in a dream. When they finished and stepped away from her, she looked up into the camera and smiled, and the effect nearly knocked Jim out from behind the lense. She was radiant, but with a self-assured quality that spoke of a deep strength within. Jimmy could hardly believe his eyes, for his lover and mate staring into the camera was all he had ever longed for in a woman. Right there he fell in love again with a woman he was already in love with.
Mike was saying something to Dana, and finally it dawned on him what it was. "Trade places with Jim, please," Mike said again for his benefit, and Jimmy realized that it was now his turn to be "focused" upon. With a little fear and trepidation, but also with anticipation and willingness, Jim stepped away from the camera and moved over to the bed.
"Shall I lie down and get strapped in?" he asked them.
Mike replied, "No, I don't think so. We have some different plans for you than we had for Dana. Just strip out of your clothes and sit here on the side of the bed. We'll be right back."
Jim watched as they left again and then began slipping out of his clothes. He was aware that his wife was filming him from behind the camera, so he did a little strip tease to cover some of his nervousness. Soon, though, he ran out of clothes, so he just sat on the bedside and waited.
The music started out very quietly, but soon entered into the realm of the conscious. He hadn't noticed the small speakers up on the walls, but they were playing some stringed mood music. Jimmy laid back on the bed and listened to the calming music. With his eyes closed he felt and heard, rather than saw, Mike and Barb re-enter the room. When he opened his eyes he was a little disappointed.
Neither was in a costume of any sort. Barb had on a purple g-string and push-up bra, and Mike had on a muscle type T-shirt and black silk boxers. Not very daring for either of them, but comfortable to "work" in. Mike carried a razor kit.
Mike sat on the bed and addressed him. "We try to do something different for each person when we focus on them." Jim propped himself up to his elbows to listen better. Mike continued, "Barb and I had talked about Dana and what hers would be like for days now, but as I said, each one is unique. We try to tailor them to the person, so yours will be different from Dana's." He looked at Barb for a second who nodded assuringly. "We don't think you need the restraints, but we do ask that you cooperate. Instead of a punishment, we will just end the focus, if you don't want to go along with what we have planned. No recriminations, no guilt, no pressure. If something isn't to your taste just say so and we'll stop. Remember, you can bail out at any time. Ok?"
"Sure, big guy. I'm game. Let's get started!" and Jimmy laid back with his arms spread in an "I'm-all-yours" position.
Barb reached into the shaving kit and pulled out some shaving cream. She shook it, squirted out a large handfull, kneeled on the bed, and spread it all over Jim's chest. She then got out a razor like a barber uses, and deftly began shaving his chest. Jim's anxiety had increased when he saw the sharp instrument in her hand, but after a dozen strokes of perfection on his chest and around his nipples he was assured that she knew how to use one of those things.
When she had finished shaving his chest she squirted another handful and rubbed it on his belly and repeated the procedure there. When that was done, she covered his legs on the top and began shaving his legs. Jimmy'd never shaved his legs before, and wondered how long it would take for the hair to grow back. Mike then asked him to roll over, which he did, and Barb sheared the back of his legs and the few spots on his shoulders with hair.
"Roll over again, please," Mike asked, and Jim knew what was coming next. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth at the thought, but when Barb smeared the warm cream into his pubic hairs the sensation was rather pleasant. She had to go over each spot a couple of times to really get it close, but again she never slipped. Then she raised his legs up and began working down the sides of his scrotum, under it, and on to around his anus. With a deep sigh, Jimmy realized that she was finally finished with the deadly weapon. He peeked down and saw that he was still intact, but very hairless.
Mike moved over to the goody table, but took a small electrical contraption out of the razor kit. He opened its lid, put a large chunk of something in it, and plugged the contraption in. While he did that, Barb rubbed in some type of soothing lotion that cooled the razor burn. She covered him all over in the sweet smelling stuff, and it made his skin tingle wherever it had been placed.
After a couple of minutes, Mike turned to him and said, "This wax will be hot, but not quite burning. I've done this to Barb several times to wax her legs, or to do her bikini area. It's safe, and keeps the "itchies" away for much longer than with just a shave. But please lie as still as you can," and he winked, "I'd hate to miss."
Jimmy had never been shaved all over, much less been waxed. The stuff hurt quite badly, but not enough to bail out of the process, and he endured it on his chest, and then his legs. Mike let it cool just a bit more for doing around his genitals, but he screamed when they did around his ass.
"Are you okay, buddy?" Mike asked in obvious concern.
Through clenched teeth, Jim nodded an "umm-hmm, keep going." As he'd been shaved already, peeling the wax back off hardly hurt at all, but it did get some hairs out from much deeper below the surface of the skin than the razor had. Barb finished it up with another application of the soothing lotion.
When they had finished, Barbara whispered to him, "I know that was hard, but it's much better to give than to receive, so now it's your turn to give."
Jimmy figured she meant herself, but Barb walked over and traded places with Dana. "Dana," she told her, "I want you to go over and let Jim shave you." Dana compliantly did as she had been told.
Jim saw his wife lie down next to him on the bed, pull her nightie up to just above her crotch and spread her legs. She still had a dreamy look in her eye, for while this was not her own focus, she realized that Barb was still in control from before and all she had to do was obey instructions.
Without hesitation Jimmy followed the same routine as had occurred to him, first smoothing on the shaving cream, razoring away her pubic hairs with great care, and then smoothing in the lotion. He let the wax cool more than had been done for him but Dana didn't say a word when he applied the heated wax to her cool skin.
Soon he removed the wax and left her crotch, including all the way to around her buttocks completely free of hair. Her skin was now as smooth as a baby's, and Jimmy gazed lovingly at her smooth slit.