In this bright light, I could see my own body filled with whip marks.
I'd been a good pupil, and now I was ready for my next lesson.
I sat down in the chair.
My hands were untied, and then tied to the arm rests.
I kind of expected that.
My legs were lifted now, over my arms, and tied. This made my pussy spread apart and gape, exposing my most private parts.
She was being very methodical in the way she worked me, and I appreciated that.
Now, as she continued to work on me, I noticed that the ropes she was binding my thighs and then my tits with were being put down very tight.
I didn't know what was going to come next, but whatever it was, she wanted to make sure I couldn't move.
Well, she'd done a good job. I couldn't.
Not a muscle.
"There," she said, satisfied she'd put me down tight.
Now, she took a couple of steps backwards. "Forgive me, dear, for what's going to come, but you have to take it… you have to submit… you want to, don't you…"
"Yes…" I said humbly. What could it be?
What new torture could she have devised for me?
I was beside myself. I had no idea.
It was going to be good, I knew…
Otherwise I wouldn't have to be bound so tightly.
Now, she continued to stare at me, as if mingling heat with pity.
I was a little worried.
She went to the wall and pulled a cord which, I imagine, sent a signal to the next room.
The curtains parted and in came a ravishing redhead, with a smile on her face that made my pussy run.
She was staring at me.
And she was carrying a little black bag. She turned to my mistress and gasped. "For me? I can do her?"
"Yes," my mistress said.
She came over to me and put her hands on my thighs, putting the bag down.
"You're really going to get it now," she said, smiling, and kissing me lightly on the lips. Now, she grabbed my thick, gorgeous hair in her hands.
And smiled.
"You have lovely hair, darling," she said. There was something about her tone of voice that bothered me.
No.
Frightened me. That's what I felt. Sheer naked fright. And as I was soon to learn, I had a very good reason for feeling that way. A very good reason!
CHAPTER FOUR
I was trembling now, tied down to this huge chair!
Because, there in front of me, grinning, was my mistress… and in her hands was a pair of scissors! My worst fears were coming true!
She was going to cut my hair off! God!
Why!
Why would she want to do such a thing to me?
Hadn't I done everything she wanted? Hadn't I allowed myself to come back with her? I was willing, hot, sexual, compliant… so why was I being treated this way?
I didn't understand… I didn't understand any of it… and now, I couldn't help the tears that were streaming down my face.
Yes. Tears.
And that only made it better for her. She loved the fact that she could make me cry. I loved it! And as she grabbed the first clump of my hair, I could smell the leather of her outfit up against my face.
My legs were spread apart and she was standing right up against the butt of the chair, close.
She knew what she was doing, all right… she knew she was going to make me suffer!
And that's what she wanted! And that's what she was getting!
Right up to the last seconds, I pleaded with her. Spare my hair… my gorgeous, blonde hair, with its thick sexy curls and luxurious fall…
"Please… don't… please… not my hair… please…"
"Shut up," she said, viciously. "I'm going to teach you what it's all about… to obey… and to be humble… you're too haughty right now, but I'll change all that…" Yes.
She would.
And now she did!
The first snip sent a chill through me that I'd never felt before!
I knew I was going to be bald! Snip…
Snip… Snip…
In a matter of minutes she had me down to a slight fuzz!
I was weeping uncontrollably, and that only turned her on even more!
She loved the fact that she could make me cry like this.
"Yes… you look so beautiful this way…"
And now, she put the scissors down and reached for the shaving cream.
She was going to make sure I was completely bald!
She took the shaving cream and sprayed out a ball of the stuff into her palm.
Now, standing before me, she started to rub it into my head!
I could feel the cool menthol activating my scalp… driving me crazy… really making me want it…
So good…
It was so good… And now…
She reached for the razor.
"Say goodbye to your hair for a long time," she said, and I wailed once more.
"Stop that crying, darling… it won't do you any good…"
I couldn't help it. I jut couldn't. I didn't want to be bald!
But there was nothing I could do about it. I felt the sharp scrape of the razor, and now, I knew it was hopeless. It would take months to have my hair even come back to a fuzz, and years, if ever, before my thick blonde curls would return.
This was the worst torture I'd ever been through.
But the wierdest thing about it… the thing that really got me crazy, was that my pussy was dripping!
Incredible as it may sound, this whole thing… It was making me hot!
I was somehow getting off on being slaved by this gorgeous creature… slaved and shaved… and rendered helpless.
She took a long time to work me, and didn't finish until she was completely through with me. She put a hot towel on my head and dabbed it, to make sure I wasn't irritated or scraped. And then, she applied some hot oils to my scalp, soothing me and massaging it in.
"There," she said, easily. "Do you like that?" "Yes…" I said, sheepishly.
"You look lovely now… much more like a real slave than before…"
"Thank you…" Again, I was appropriately sheepish in my answer.
And now, she was holding my chin with her fingers, pushing my face up. "I'm going to have to teach you real discipline."
And with that she reached for the scissors. And knelt down between my legs.
God!
She was going to shave my pussy!
She didn't want me to have a single piece of hair on my body!
I couldn't believe this! Was this my fate?
To be hairless?
To be hairless for her, and not able to protect myself?
I couldn't believe it! I just couldn't…
I squirmed like crazy now, trying my best to make sure it was hard for her to get to me… And I guess I was too good…
Because before I knew it, I felt a hard slap coming across my face!
Whack!!
"Ohhhh…"
"Sit still… I'm not going to tell you again… I want you to sit still and take it… do you understand…"
"YYYYess…"
My voice was trembling with fear.
"I'm going to shave your pussy, do you understand? I'm going to shave it clean… and I want you to submit…"
"Yes…"
"Good… that's better…"
Now, she used her scissors and plucked all the long hairs off my pussy…
I was feeling the air down there for the first time since I was a teenager!
And now, the shaving cream…
Smoothed in all over, really into my crotch! And I knew what was next…
God, did I know…
I was going to be shaved… shaved like a bald beaver by her.
She looked up at me and smiled, wickedly. She knew she was totally in control of me… totally in charge of my very own body.
And she was going to make the most of it. Now, she used that razor, so carefully, so readily, taking every last hair off my body.
I was very tense through most of it… especially when she spread open my pussy lips and got down to shaving the very edge of them.
It took about an hour, and all the while, she didn't say a word… not a single word, as she continued to shave me down!