Mi U is not a model. She is my real pet—owned, managed, and raised by me. Our relationship is one of true master and servant, and this video is proof of that bond. SM, for us, is both sweet and painful, a ritual through which Mi U's loyalty and obedience are cultivated. Hair removal is a form of discipline specific to a female masochist, an essential act that strengthens our master-servant connection. This scene, where she is spread-eagled and shaved, is symbolic of that very relationship. When the warm towel is applied, she lets out sorrowful moans—her reaction embodying the masochistic pleasure of submission. Shaving should only be done when the body is aroused; the process involves carefully applying shaving cream, brushing the groin with a soft brush, and savoring the sensation of her overgrown hair. Mi U is highly sensitive to verbal domination. When asked why she is being shaved, she responds in a trembling voice, "Because I am my Master's sexual servant." These words reaffirm her status as my possession, a declaration of her devotion. In the quiet room, the faint scraping sound of the razor blends with her pained moans as the shave progresses slowly and meticulously. As she whimpers sorrowfully, I gently pat and soothe her, expressing the owner's pleasure and right in grooming their pet. After carefully checking for any missed spots and finishing neatly, I untie her spread-eagled ropes and command, "Down." Mi U softly replies, "Yes," and assumes a kneeling crawl position. This posture is also her punishment stance. I check how her buttocks lower from the cold cream, then slap them with my palm. Each time, she cries, "I'm sorry," lifting herself higher as an offering to me. I shave the fine hairs remaining around her buttocks, her body reacting physically while her mind becomes ecstatic in masochistic arousal. "It's painful, so painful," "Such an honest, good girl," I coo and comfort her as I continue shaving. After confirming no hair remains, I apply soothing cream to prevent irritation, then place a warm steamed towel on her. Her eyes glaze over, her body going limp with relaxation. I murmur, "Good girl, good girl," whispering, "You've become a truly masochistic body," and reward her with a kiss. At that moment, Mi U sheds a few quiet tears—her reaction perfectly capturing the sweetness and poignant ache of SM. *Please note: The original master recording may contain minor audio noise.