A Bondage Shave

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Today is the first day of spring; the beginning of nature’s transition between the cold gray days of winter and the warmer days ahead.  You can see birds returning, the grass is getting greener, and if you look close, you can spot flowers beginning to bloom.  For men like me, it also means the return of women wearing mini-skirts and shorts, tanks or camis for tops, and (hopefully) shorter haircuts.

This year, though, the skies were dark.  In this part of the country, spring also means thunderstorms.  The evening sky was being lit up by the occasional lightning flash.  They were growing in quantity and the accompanying thunder was growing louder.  The storm was getting closer.  Maybe the storm was appropriate.  I was headed to a clandestine meeting, a Friday night with another woman.

Even though she only lived about an hour away, we met the way most fetishists meet these days, online.  I stumbled across her profile and we started chatting.  We were both married, but not in good relationships.  I was looking for a way out; she was staying with her husband only until her two kids got out of school.  We discovered we both had similar tastes and kept talking and getting more intimate online.  After several weeks of getting to know each other, and a fair amount of sex chats, we set a time and place to meet.  It took a while to figure out a weekend when we would both be free, but once we did, the days couldn’t go by fast enough.

My mind was racing as I drove through the now steady rainfall.  Did I pack everything I needed?  I knew I had the important things, clippers, razors and shave gel, handcuffs and ropes.  I got hard as I thought back to one of our first conversations, Kelly was telling me about her first erotic haircutting experience.  She was in college, her first real experience outside of her small town and small school.  She was from one of those towns where her entire high school could have taken the same session of freshman English, and still left half the seats empty.  She had the ‘traditional’ farm girl haircut, fairly long, a few inches past her shoulders, with a center part, side swept bangs, and curls at the ends.  If it hadn’t been for the highlights, she said it would have looked like her mom had always trimmed her blonde hair instead of the salon.

Kelly told me she knew things would be an adventure when she met her roommate.  Rebecca was from the city; she had short dyed black hair, a nose ring, and multiple ear piercings.  Kelly was certainly surprised to see someone dressed and made up like that; in fact, she was almost scared to think of her as her roommate.  They chatted for a while and got to know each other.  After an hour or so, Rebecca said “OK, I’m here, nothing is going to get me back home, time for me to spice things up and change.”  Kelly thought, what does she mean change, she’s already so different.  Rebecca dug through one of her bags and pulled out hair clippers.  “My mom doesn’t know I got these,” she said as she plugged them in.  “I’ve wanted to do this for months, but couldn’t while I was at home.”  With that, she plunged the guardless clippers into her hair at her forehead.  Kelly watched, stunned really, as her roommate ran the clippers over her head, leaving just tiny stubble behind.  Kelly watched her roommate get so excited clipping off her hair, something started to stir within Kelly.

I’ve got to slow down.  The rain is getting heavier and the storm is getting bad.  It doesn’t matter when I get to the motel, it just matters that I get there in one piece.  Besides, I won’t be late; we arranged it so I would get there about thirty minutes before she would.  That way I could check in, pay for the room, and get things arranged prior to her arrival.

Oh great, that song is on the radio.  Kelly told me it was on the radio when she first buzzed her hair.  Actually, it was one of roommate Rebecca’s favorite artists.  For three years, Kelly had watched as the clippers did their job on Rebecca’s hair.  For three years, Kelly had gotten progressively more excited as Rebecca gave herself the haircuts.  For three years, Kelly had watched Rebecca parade around campus with her haircut, alternating between keeping it shaved and letting it grow to a quarter inch or so, maybe a half inch if Rebecca was really busy or really lazy.  Rebecca loved it, her friends loved it, and a lot of people commented about it.  Now, the beginning of her senior year, Kelly knew it was time to do something about it.

Kelly and Rebecca met up and moved back in together after a long hot summer, both excited for their last year of school.  Kelly worked a lot over the summer, extra overtime anytime she could.  She had to be able to afford a special personal item, a custom cut and styled blonde wig.

Over dinner Kelly decided it was time and approached her for the special favor.  “Rebecca, I want you to help me with something.  I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, so you can’t talk me out of it.  I want you to give me a haircut.”

“Umm, OK, I guess.  I don’t really know much about it.  You won’t hold it against me if it’s messed up, will you?”  Rebecca questioned.

Kelly answered with a devious smile on her face.  “You won’t mess it up.  It’s the same haircut you’ve been giving yourself for three years now.”

“You mean ….”

“Yes Rebecca, I want you to shave my head.”

“Are you sure, Kelly?  I mean, with how long your hair is, it would take forever to grow back if you don’t like it.”

“Yes, I am positive about it.  I’ve been thinking about it ever since you first shaved yours in front of me in the dorm room.  Please?  If you don’t want to, can I at least borrow your clippers?”

“OK Kelly.  I’ll do it, but, only if you will shave mine too.  I gotta be smooth for the first day of classes tomorrow,” Rebecca said as she ran her fingers over the week’s worth of stubble on the top of her head.

Kelly headed to the kitchen to get a makeshift barber station set up while Rebecca went after her clippers.  When they reconvened, Rebecca was totally naked!  Kelly was stunned.  Even though they had been roommates for three years, she had never seen her roommate like this.  Rebecca could see the shock on her face and said, “This way, I won’t get my clothes all covered with hair.  You should think about it too, at least take your shirt off.”  Kelly thought for a second or two, and then removed her shirt and bra, exposing her nicely shaped 34b breasts.  They seemed small compared to her roommate’s 36d’s, but she was proud of how perky hers were.

Kelly sat back in the chair as Rebecca turned on the clippers.  Kelly nodded that she was ready, and Rebecca started, pushing the clippers right down the middle of her head, no attachment or anything like that, leaving just white scalp and a little bit of blonde stubble behind.

“Oh shit!”  I exclaimed as I saw brake lights up ahead of me.  I slammed on my brakes, hoping not to get rear-ended on these wet roads.  An accident up ahead.  Only two more miles to the motel, I have to concentrate and get there, quit daydreaming!

Once I got to the motel, I went inside, paid for the room, and got the key.  This particular motel had outside entrances, so I had specifically requested a room on the second floor, away from the stairs & elevator.  This way we would have to walk in front of other rooms and potentially other people to get to the room.  It would be dangerous and exciting at the same time.  I went upstairs and created our playland.  I got the chair set up, clippers plugged in nearby, razor and shave gel ready as well as a couple extra towels.  Plus, I did the housekeeping staff a favor by putting down a sheet of plastic where the hair would be falling.  Then I returned to my car.  The rain was starting to let up, that was a good thing, as it would be easier to carry out parts of my plan if it was dry.

Kelly was instructed to look for my car, and to join me before going to the room.  After a few minutes of waiting, I heard her tapping on the window.  She looked wonderful, wearing the clothes I asked her to, a white cami top with no bra underneath, a denim miniskirt, and two inch heels.  Her now chin length hair was down, damp from the rain.  I rolled the window down a couple inches to make sure she gave the proper codeword and then let her in.  We sat in the car, making small talk for a few minutes, getting the nervousness out of the way.  I asked if she was ready for the adventure.  She nodded.  I gave her a safe phrase to use, just in case she wasn’t comfortable with what was going on.  I then ordered her out of the car.

She stood next to the car while I got out and met her at the door.  I turned her so she faced the car door.  The first thing I did was take a collar and put it around her neck.  Then I fastened her arms and hands behind her with nylon bondage cuffs.  Finally, a leash for the collar, and we headed upstairs.  Kelly was nervous about being seen, and I could tell she was relieved when we reached the room without anyone noticing.

When we were inside, I released the cuffs and we sat and talked some more.  I could tell she was nervous, so this was meant to calm her down some and put her more at ease.  After a while, I could tell she was at ease and ready for what was to come.  I told her to undress.  She stripped off the cami top, revealing those perfect 34b’s with her dime sized nipples getting harder as the cooler air hit them.  Then she dropped the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it.  She slipped her shoes off and presented herself to me.

“Ahem,” I said, pointing at the lacy pink panties she still had on.  She balked for a moment, the slid them down, showing me her pussy.  She had done as I asked and shaved herself down there just before coming over.  There wasn’t even a hint of stubble on her pussy.

“Very good Kelly.  You have done as I have asked, and you will be rewarded for that later.  Now though, it is time for the main event of the evening.”  I walked over to her, and this time used my metal handcuffs to lock her wrists and hands behind her.  I led her over to the chair that was sitting in front of the sink and sat her down.  Her legs were spread open, each ankle bound to the outside of the chair leg, showing off her shaved sex.  Finally, a couple nylon ropes were wrapped around the chair and her waist, ensuring she would stay seated and attached to the chair.

Kelly looked wonderful sitting there helplessly.  She had confided in me earlier that she had never been tied up for a haircut before.  I thought I detected a small smile cross her lips.

With a loud click, the clippers were turned on and the buzzing filled the room.  She shuddered with anticipation as I showed her the clippers and their bare blades and teased her with them.  I pressed them to her shoulders, letting the vibrations go through her.  I even dropped them down and let them buzz against her nipples for a moment or two.  Then I raised them to her forehead and drew them back into her hair, a little off center, leaving just blonde stubble behind.  As the hair fell into her lap, Kelly closed her eyes and shuddered again, deeper this time.  I could sense the excitement building within her.  As I continued clipping the top, then moving around to the right side, I was getting hard and I could tell she was getting wet.  The hair that had fallen into her lap was now glistening in the light.

I moved to the side, running the clippers over the temple and around her ear.  My free hand wandered down her body and cupped her breast in my hand and then pinched the nipple.  She shuddered again, almost in a mini-orgasm.  I kept clipping away, moving a bit quicker now, not wanting either of us to get over stimulated too early in the evening.  I clipped up the back of her head quickly, then moved to the left side and mowed down that hair.  When it was time to return to the top, I made a couple passes from the temple and moving towards the center.  With another loud click, the buzzing stopped and Kelly opened her eyes.  Her smile was replaced with a laugh as she saw the two inch wide Mohawk I had left her with.  I quickly clipped that off too, leaving her now with just the shortest of stubble remaining.  I ran the clippers over her head a second time, making sure I got everything, not missing a hair.  When I was done, I ran my hands over it, feeling her head, rough with stubble, massaging her neckline, letting my fingers dance over the top of her head.

Kelly struggled with her binds.  I could tell she was really turned on and wanted some release.  I asked her, “if I release one of your hands, will you be a good girl and just touch your head?”  Almost breathlessly she said yes, she would.  I unlocked her right hand from the cuffs, and she ran her fingers over her head.  She was smiling, heck she was practically glowing as felt my handiwork.  I moved her hand away and locked the handcuffs back around the wrist.

As she groaned, half in pleasure and half in agony because she couldn’t do anything for the pleasure, I grabbed a towel, moistened it with hot water, and covered her head with it.  That was enough for her, she shivered and jolted in the chair.  She gasped loudly, and then relaxed.  One orgasm down, hopefully several more to go, I thought to myself.  But out loud, I played up my displeasure. “Kelly, I am disappointed in you.  You weren’t supposed to cum without my permission.  You will be punished later for that.”

“But master, I couldn’t help myself, you know how much this excites me.  And your teasing didn’t help any,” she answered, begging for mercy.

“I will take that into consideration,” I told her.

I removed the towel from her head, grabbed the shave gel, and lathered up her head.  The white cap of lather looked quite different from the blonde hair that used to be there.

“Sit still Kelly.  You don’t want me to nick that beautiful scalp of yours,” I said as I showed her the Fusion razor I was going to use to get rid of the stubble and make her head perfectly smooth.

She nodded and I began shaving.  I wielded the razor with the confidence of the years I had spent shaving my own head.  Careful short strokes around the ears, longer paths on top and in back.  First I shaved with the grain, then against it.  I ran my fingers over the skin, making sure it was smooth.  Kelly was smiling all throughout the shaving, concentrating on the feel and sound of the razor as it glided over her head.

Once she was totally smooth, without even a touch of stubble on her head, I placed the warm wet towel back on her head to let the moisture seep in again and to clean up some of the leftover cream and residue the razor left behind.  Her bald scalp looked and felt wonderful.

I released her from her cuffs and pulled her into the shower so we could wash off the hair that was stuck all over her.  What a thrill that was.  I soaped up her body, running my hands over her wonderful breasts, massaging them and pinching the nipples; over her shaved pussy, letting my fingers wander a bit there, but not too much as to get her too excited again; over her long legs; and finally over her bald head.  We both explored each others body with our hands and our fingertips and our lips.  We stayed in the shower with the pulsing water running over us for fifteen minutes, then twenty minutes, then thirty minutes or more until we felt the hot water start to go away.  With as worked up as we were, the cold water was not fun, and so we quickly calmed down and got out of the shower.  We hurriedly dried off and headed towards the bed.

“One more thing is required of you before I can let you fully play,” I told Kelly.  I walked back over to get the handcuffs and again wrapped the cold metal around her wrists, binding her hands, this time in front of her.  “I want you to suck me off.  I want to feel your tongue dance over my cock.  Give me your best ever blow job, and when I am ready to cum, I want to pull out and let me squirt all over your bald head.”She did all that and more.  We played with each other for hours, both of us having multiple orgasms.  I licked her bald pussy, she rode me for a while, I mounted her from behind, all kinds of things.  We probably fucked in at least a dozen different positions.  We collapsed in exhaustion not long before the sun rose Saturday morning.

We got a few hours of sleep, woke up and caressed each other again.  We climbed back in the shower and shaved each others head totally smooth again.  We tried the sex thing again briefly, but we were both sore from the overwork we went through the night before.

After getting dressed, I gave Kelly a big hug.  “You look absolutely beautiful,” I told her.

“Thank you.  You are a very handsome man, and your bald head just makes you look lots better.”

We left the hotel and walked away.  Neither of us knew if we would ever have another night together again.  Certainly we would have our computer chats, but I think we both secretly hoped we could find another night to spend together again, soon.

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