I usually shave it myself, but today I let Miu do it. She shaved my pubic hair with a slightly lonely expression on her face. I wrote about what happened. With my legs spread wide open, my Master's face was right in front of me—just that alone was embarrassing, but I had to shave my own pussy hair while being stared at intently. My hands trembled and my cheeks burned. It was more embarrassing than undressing. Whenever I tried to close my legs, I was scolded: "Keep them open. I'm enjoying looking at you." Knowing that my Master finds pleasure in me filled me with overwhelming emotion—there's no greater joy for a servant. Being shaved by my Master is embarrassing, yet I feel the sweetness of surrender. But being forced to shave while watched made me feel sad and painfully exposed, as if revealing myself more than ever before, and I realized just how utterly powerless I am against my Master. "A masochistic woman's shy appearance is beautiful. Never lose that shyness," my Master said gently, as if teaching me. After checking that I was clean-shaven, I was made to pose for photos. Hearing the shutter clicks excited me—my Master surely saw right through me—and I nearly burst into tears while being whipped. "Why do you get turned on being beaten like livestock?" I was asked. "Because I'm a masochist." I collapsed into sobs as I came. My Master gently hugged me, patting me softly. In his arms, I felt loved both as a masochist and as my everyday self, and my heart warmed. Being connected with my Master is the highest reward for a servant. Held by ropes and embraced by my Master, I savored the sweet pleasure.