as i shaved my balls with an intensity hard to describe-but meticulous and meaningful even in the absence of description–i took care to avoid nicking my scrotum. not that a nick therein would devastate me, but i would not have blood-even in its minutest sense, invade my panties. and despite this careful approach, i had a speed of impending importance– drawing the razor rapidly over the foam covered, uneven surface of the balls i held firmly in my fist–all in the same purpose; impress Mistress Alexa. if i was successful, i wanted her to study my balls in her palm-up close. if i botched it-even a little bit–i wanted my balls dismissed quickly; crudely. it was a fine line. it would be one of many. the past memories of my Mistress did nothing to help steady me or my nerves-or my nut-shaving abilities. i had been late once- 2 and a half minutes late–to a small party that Mistress Alexa was hosting, in which i was to provide a LOT of entertainment. so ill never be sure if she intentionally created this rubicon for me to meander thru—‘a closely shaved ballsack’, ‘no blood’, and ‘on time’. –closely shaved means at the last moment. no blood-self explanatory. on time means–start soon enough that you can stop the bloodflow of a sack nick, but late enough to ensure smoothness–and oh yes, be on time. study this little gem in your mind for a minute and youll realize its a small window. plus id have to finish, dress in the intricacies of whoredom, and be on time. i failed once–and it was very painful. i was set up , here again, to fail—and Mistress was an expert at devising, lets call it- BONUS entertainment–for her eager-eyed peers.