The Legend of JJ
JJ, a vibrant woman in her early twenties with a cascade of long red curls and a petite athletic build, was visiting friends in Ashland, Oregon. On her return journey, the bus made a stop in Portland. With time to spare before her hotel check-in, JJ decided to pop into a lively bar, eager for some fun.
The atmosphere was buzzing, and JJ was soon enjoying a beer, her playful nature emerging as she engaged in lighthearted banter with some of the patrons. Her laughter was infectious, and she found herself chatting with various people, her energy filling the space around her. She even spent some time on the dance floor, moving with carefree abandon, her long red curls bouncing with every step. She relished the attention she drew, especially from the men.
At one point, while JJ was animatedly talking to a handsome man at the bar, a woman with a tight smile and narrowed eyes approached them. “Honey,” she said, her voice laced with a forced sweetness as she placed a possessive hand on the man’s arm, “I think it’s time we got another drink.” The man’s gaze lingered on JJ for a moment longer before he reluctantly turned to his partner. JJ simply smiled sweetly at the woman, a spark of amusement in her eyes, enjoying the subtle display of jealousy her flirtatious nature often elicited. She knew how to get what she wanted, especially from guys, and a little harmless teasing was all part of the game.
Later, while looking to order another drink, her attention was drawn to an older gentleman in his sixties with a distinguished mustache, accompanied by a woman in her early fifties with short, salt-and-pepper brown hair. JJ, feeling bold, approached them and struck up a conversation. The exchange was initially good-natured, but it took a turn when JJ’s teasing became more pointed. The woman grew visibly irritated, and a heated discussion ensued. The argument escalated, with JJ making some sharp remarks.
Suddenly, the older man, whose name was Gus, proposed a game of pool. The stakes were raised, starting with money, but then escalating as JJ, caught up in the moment, suggested a higher sum. Gus and his partner, Jenny, countered with a more significant consequence if she lost. A game of 8-ball commenced, the tension in the air thick with anticipation.
JJ revealed herself to be a skilled pool player, much to the annoyance of the couple. “Not bad for a pretty face,” Gus muttered under his breath. However, in a moment of misjudgment, she accidentally sank the 8-ball early, resulting in her unexpected loss. A hush fell over the small group. JJ, despite her shock, acknowledged her defeat.
The couple exchanged triumphant glances. “Well, well, well,” Gus chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face. His partner wore a similar expression of triumph. “So, little redhead,” Jenny began, her eyes fixed on JJ, “you remember the terms of our little wager, don’t you?”
JJ swallowed hard, her earlier bravado completely gone. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I lost.”
As they walked towards the exit of the bar, the couple flanking her, Jenny spoke again, her tone now laced with a certain satisfaction. “I was watching you in there, you know,” she said, her gaze sharp. “All that batting of eyelashes and sweet talk with men who were clearly with other people. That kind of behavior isn’t going to fly around our friends, especially with their wives and girlfriends. We can’t have you trying to seduce everyone.”
Gus nodded in agreement. “That’s right. A little humility will do you good.” He turned to JJ. “Do you understand what you agreed to?”
JJ nodded again, her cheeks flushing. “Yes. I will be your submissive.” The words felt heavy and strange on her tongue.
The couple exchanged a look of amusement. “That’s our girl,” Jenny said, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips as they stepped out into the Portland night.
Gus unlocked the car, and Jenny slid into the passenger seat. “Alright, in you get,” Gus said to JJ, gesturing to the back. Once JJ was settled, he turned in his seat. “Now, for the ride home, we’d prefer it if you kept quiet unless it’s an emergency. Understood?”
JJ nodded silently, her gaze fixed on her hands.
Jenny turned in her seat, a curious glint in her eyes. “So, our new submissive. Eager to prove just how obedient you can be?” She paused, letting the question hang in the air. “How about you show us what a good little submissive you are right now?”
JJ looked up, a flicker of uncertainty in her expression.
“Why don’t you take off all your clothes and hand them to me, dear?” Jenny continued, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Consider it your first act of submission.”
As JJ began to disrobe in the back seat, Jenny watched with a keen interest. A soft laugh escaped her lips as the last garment was handed over. “Well, Gus,” she remarked, turning to her husband with a knowing smile, “she truly is a redhead, isn’t she? Fiery all over, it seems.”
Gus glanced in the rearview mirror, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Jenny’s smile faded slightly, a thoughtful expression replacing it. “You know, this could actually be a problem,” she mused, her gaze returning to JJ’s reflection. “All the guys love redheads. You know how they are. She’s going to be batting those eyelashes at all our friends, and their wives and girlfriends aren’t going to appreciate that one bit. Honestly,” she added, a touch of annoyance in her voice, “even you have a soft spot for redheads, Gus.”
Gus chuckled. “Now, honey, don’t get jealous. She’s our submissive now. She’ll do as we say.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Jenny retorted, her brow furrowing slightly. “She’s way too attractive, and she clearly knows how to use it to get her way. That little display in the bar proved that. We need to nip this in the bud before it causes real trouble with our friends.” She tapped her fingers on the dashboard, her mind clearly racing. “We need to find a way to… tone her down. Make sure she understands her place and isn’t a temptation for everyone we know.”
Gus adjusted the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on JJ’s form in the back. Jenny followed his gaze, a thoughtful expression on her face. “You know,” she said slowly, “she really is striking. That hair, even in the dim light, it’s something else. And… well, you saw her down there. That fiery red is going to turn heads, Gus. It already did in the bar.”
Gus nodded in agreement. “She definitely has a way about her. All that confidence and those looks… it’s potent.”
In the back seat, JJ felt a bead of sweat trickle down her temple. The shift in their conversation, the way they were looking at her, was making her increasingly uneasy. Toned down? What does that even mean? Her mind raced, trying to imagine what they were contemplating.
“It’s more than just attractive, Gus,” Jenny continued, her voice taking on a more decisive tone. “It’s… seductive. That whole package – the hair, the way she carries herself. It’s designed to draw attention. And that little flash we got? That just confirms it’s all real. That kind of raw beauty is going to make the men we know act like fools, and the women are going to be green with envy. Trust me, I’ve seen it before.”
“So, what are you thinking, Jen?” Gus asked, glancing at her.
Jenny’s eyes lit up, a sudden idea sparking within her. “You know, it’s funny you should ask. We’re not too far from Jill’s place, are we?”
“Jill? You mean Jill with the dog grooming parlor?” Gus replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.
“That’s the one,” Jenny said, a sly smile spreading across her face. She glanced back at JJ in the mirror. “Perhaps our little redhead needs a bit of… grooming herself. Jill has all sorts of tools for dealing with unruly hair, doesn’t she?”
JJ’s mouth fell open slightly, her eyes wide with dawning horror. Her hand flew up instinctively, her fingers tangling in the familiar softness of her long red curls. Her hair? They were talking about her hair? The realization hit her like a cold wave.
“What do you think, honey?” Jenny asked Gus, her eyes still fixed on JJ’s reflection. “A little detour to Jill’s?”
Gus grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well now, I do love the way she looks right now,” he admitted, his gaze flicking to the rearview mirror.
Jenny made a playful grimace. “That’s precisely the problem, you big flirt! Every other guy will think the same thing. If she’s going to be wandering around our house stark naked, looking like that? It’ll be chaos when we have friends over. The wives will hate her, and the husbands will be… distracted. We need to make things a little less… attention-grabbing.”
Gus hesitated for a moment. “I don’t know, Jen. She is quite a sight.”
“And that’s the issue, honey,” Jenny countered, her voice firm. “They’ll like having her as our pet, sure, but the women are going to have our heads if she’s causing trouble left and right. We want to show her off, yes, but not if it’s going to create drama. She needs to be… less of a temptation. Less… beautiful.” She looked pointedly at Gus. “Are you with me on this?”
Gus chuckled, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, you’ve convinced me. Less temptation it is.”
Jenny’s face brightened. “Perfect!” She picked up her phone, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know, our friend Jill… she’s quite the character. A bit of a domme herself, if you know what I mean. And definitely open-minded. She’ll probably love this.” She dialed Jill’s number, laughing softly.
When Jill answered, Jenny launched into an animated explanation of the evening’s events and their current predicament. “So, Jill,” she concluded, “we were wondering if you had any… recommendations on how to handle this little issue.”
“Oh, this sounds fascinating!” Jill’s voice chirped through the phone. “Put me on speakerphone, Jenny! Let’s make our little redhead sweat a bit while we brainstorm.”
Jenny obliged, and Jill’s voice filled the car. “Now, let me get a visual,” Jill said. “Put me on FaceTime.”
Jenny switched to FaceTime, angling the camera towards a visibly nervous JJ in the back seat. Jill’s face appeared on the screen, her half-Irish, half-Japanese features framed by a playful smirk. Her eyes, sharp and teasing, scanned JJ from head to toe. “Well now,” Jill drawled, a hint of a brogue in her voice, “you certainly do look a bit… mean, don’t you? And that beauty… yes, I can see how that would be a problem.” She paused, her gaze direct. “Tell me, love, are you a true redhead?”
Without missing a beat, Jenny angled the phone downwards, briefly showing JJ’s fiery pubic hair. A hearty laugh erupted from Jill’s end. “Oh my! Well, that certainly answers that question! Yes, that much unfiltered beauty… the ladies will be sharpening their claws.”
As Gus steered the car, the three women continued to discuss possibilities, their words painting vivid pictures in JJ’s increasingly anxious mind. Soon, a sign came into view: “Grooming them Down.” They pulled into the empty parking lot of a small, brightly lit shop. Jill, apparently having been about to close, came out to greet them, her laughter echoing in the quiet evening air. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she gestured for JJ to step out of the car, eager to get a closer look at their beautiful, and soon-to-be-transformed, guest.
A wave of cold dread washed over JJ. The jovial atmosphere of the bar felt like a distant memory, replaced by the stark reality of her impulsive decision. She ran her trembling hands through the voluminous curls, the silken strands a tangible reminder of her former confidence. Jenny and Jill watched her, a shared knowing look passing between them.
“Look at her,” Jenny said, a hint of triumph in her voice. “She knows exactly what we’re talking about. Those curls are her weapon of choice. I saw her in action at the bar, flipping that hair, catching every eye. It’s practically a siren song.”
Jill chuckled, stepping closer to JJ and gently taking a strand of the vibrant red hair between her fingers. “It is magnificent, I’ll give you that. You certainly take excellent care of it.” She gave a light tug, eliciting a wince from JJ. “But Jenny’s right. This much beauty can be… disruptive.”
Reluctantly, JJ allowed herself to be guided into the brightly lit grooming parlor. The air smelled faintly of dog shampoo and clippers. The main area was lined with cages and tubs, but Jill led them towards the back, searching for a suitable space.
“Hmm, this looks promising,” Jill said, stopping by a small, sterile room. In the center stood a large, stainless steel table with various restraining straps and metal arms attached. She patted the cold surface with a sharp, teasing laugh. “Up you go, love. On all fours for us. We need to get a good look at the canvas we’re working with.”
As JJ hesitantly clambered onto the table, Jill ran her fingers through the thick red mane, lifting sections and letting them fall. “So many options,” she mused, her eyes thoughtful but with an underlying hint of mischief. “But the consensus is definitely short. This much glorious hair is simply too… much. And,” she added, her gaze dropping pointedly, “we can certainly start by taking care of that little confirmation of your fiery nature. No need to advertise that particular talent.” She made a playful snipping motion with her fingers. “A fresh start, shall we say?”
Gus chuckled, leaning against the doorway. “I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind watching that little patch of red disappear, even if I do appreciate the… fiery confirmation.”
Jenny and Jill exchanged amused glances. “See?” Jenny said to Jill, a triumphant smile on her face. “We’re definitely on the right track. Even Gus, who loves redheads, knows this has to be done.”
Jill’s eyes twinkled. She pointed to a padded loop attached to an adjustable arm on the grooming table. “This little beauty is usually for keeping wiggly heads still during haircuts. Shall we try it on our… guest?”
With a nod from Jenny, Jill gently placed the loop around JJ’s neck, adjusting it so it was snug but not too tight. Their hands moved over JJ’s body, ostensibly examining her posture and build for the upcoming “grooming,” but also lingering for appreciative touches. “Such a lovely figure,” Jenny murmured, “it’s a shame it comes with such a distracting hairstyle.”
“Definitely,” Jill agreed, running her fingers through JJ’s curls again. “The hair is the most obvious solution. The question is… how short?”
“While we ponder that,” Jill continued, her tone matter-of-fact, “let’s take care of that little redhead secret, shall we?” She released the neck loop. “Alright, love, flip over onto your back for us, if you please.”
JJ complied slowly, a knot of apprehension tightening in her stomach.
“Now, let your legs fall nice and wide for us,” Jenny instructed.
Gus let out a low whistle. “Well now, look at that!” he exclaimed, earning a playful swat on the arm from Jenny.
With practiced efficiency, Jill picked up a pair of clippers and began to shear away the majority of JJ’s pubic hair. As she worked, she lathered the area with a cool gel. “There we go,” she said, picking up a razor. “No more secret redhead. All smooth and… neutral.” She wiped the area clean with a damp cloth. “Proof’s gone! Now, about that magnificent mane…”
“Honestly,” Gus said, shaking his head slightly, “it’s hard for me to say. I do love those long red curls. They’re… mesmerizing. But I have to admit, even I can see they’re a major distraction. Definitely have to go short.”
“I was thinking maybe some stylish bangs and a blunt bob?” Jenny mused, considering the possibilities.
Jill stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, stylish, yes, but perhaps still a bit… eye-catching? We want to minimize the temptation, remember?” She exchanged a knowing glance with Jenny. “We could go a lot shorter.”
“Like a pixie cut?” Jenny suggested.
Jill’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as she looked at Jenny. “Or…” she paused for dramatic effect, her gaze flicking to JJ’s increasingly anxious face, “does she even need to be a redhead anymore? After that little display in the bar, and how much trouble she’s clearly going to cause… there’s one sure way to make absolutely certain she won’t be batting those eyelashes and flipping that gorgeous hair at anyone.”
Jill tapped the razor she had just used. “As I just demonstrated, I’m quite proficient with a razor. We could simply clipper it all off and shave her head clean.”
JJ’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in alarm. Her hand instinctively went back to her hair, clutching a thick handful of curls. This was going much further than she had anticipated.
“Oh, look at her!” Jenny exclaimed, a teasing smile spreading across her face. “Clearly, those locks are rather important to our little seductress. Imagine how much harder it will be to flirt and tease when you’re completely bald! No more luscious waves to hide behind or dramatically toss around.” Jill joined in with a taunting laugh, clearly enjoying JJ’s growing discomfort.
A triumphant gleam entered Jenny’s eyes as she watched JJ’s distress. Jill, meanwhile, wore a look of almost wicked delight, her gaze fixed on the vibrant cascade of red. She gently stroked JJ’s hair, then patted her head in a condescending manner. “Alright, little one,” she said, her voice laced with amusement, “back onto all fours for me.”
As JJ reluctantly obeyed, Jill repositioned the neck restraint. “Why don’t you two go have a little chat in the other room?” Jill suggested to Jenny and Gus. “Decide what you want to do with this magnificent mane while I get things ready… just in case.”
Jenny and Gus exchanged excited glances and headed into the adjacent room, their voices a low murmur. Left alone with a growing sense of dread, JJ could hear Jill moving around. The sounds of metal clinking and the whirring of clippers filled the small space. Jill then positioned herself right under JJ’s head. Out of the corner of her eye, JJ could see the glint of shears, the menacing teeth of clippers, and the sleek edge of a straight razor laid out on a nearby tray. A dispenser of hot shaving cream sat beside them.
Jill leaned down, her breath warm against JJ’s ear. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” she purred, a cruel edge to her voice. “I’m all prepared to… simplify things for you.”
The murmur of Jenny and Gus’s voices grew louder as they returned, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Jill looked up, a questioning arch in her eyebrow. “Well?” she asked, her gaze flicking between them and JJ.
“Jill, you’ve convinced us,” Jenny announced, a decisive note in her voice. “She’s going to be far too much trouble if she stays a redhead. We want you to remove every single one of those gorgeous curls. Completely bald. That way, there’s absolutely no chance of her seducing anyone. The other women will thank us.”
“Excellent!” Jill exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “You won’t regret this. It’s the most… efficient way to ensure compliance.” She ran her hands through JJ’s thick hair one last time, savoring the texture.
Jenny walked over to the grooming table and gently tilted JJ’s chin up, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl while we do this, understand?” Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “You made the bet, and this is part of the consequences. It’s for the best, really. No more causing trouble.”
Jill chuckled, turning to gather her supplies. “A little hot water for a close shave… and plenty of towels,” she mused, collecting a stack. “It’s going to be quite a shedding.” She looked at Jenny. “Should we just go straight for the clippers to take off the bulk? That should take the fight right out of her, don’t you think? Once most of her beauty is gone, she’ll likely be much more… agreeable.” She paused, considering the length. “And let’s not forget how long it takes curly hair to grow back. Years, especially from this length.” Jill playfully tugged on a strand, pulling it straight. “Wow, almost 27 inches! That’s a lot of lost glory.”
Jenny nodded in agreement. “Definitely start with the clippers. Get rid of that ridiculous length first.” She looked at JJ, a hint of a challenge in her eyes. “You are going to stay still for us, aren’t you? Even though you look like you’re about to bolt.”
JJ’s mind was a whirlwind of panic. Her hair was her signature, the feature she was most known for. “The beautiful redhead from Seattle,” people called her. The thought of it all being gone, the years it would take to recover… it was devastating.
“Alright,” Jill said, clapping her hands together. “Jenny, Gus, front row seats! You’ll want a good view for this. Especially JJ’s face – the emotions as those precious curls disappear should be quite… enlightening. Shall I go right down the middle for a dramatic start?”
Jenny’s smile widened, a clear sign of her victory. “Perfect! Right down the center. Let’s not prolong the agony.”
Jill grinned at JJ, ruffling her hair one last time. She then tapped JJ’s nose with the cold metal of the clippers. Lifting JJ’s chin, she checked if Jenny and Gus had a clear view. “Ready, everyone?” she asked, the buzzing of the clippers a menacing sound in the small room. She positioned the clippers at JJ’s forehead, the blades hovering just above her scalp, waiting for the word to begin the irreversible transformation.
“Wait just a second, Jill,” Jenny said, a thoughtful look on her face. “Do you have a mirror handy? I think our little redhead should have one last look at her… fiery glory before we commence the shearing. A final goodbye to her days as a mane attraction.”
Jill chuckled and retrieved a small handheld mirror. She positioned it so JJ, still on all fours, could see her reflection. JJ’s eyes locked onto the image of her long, vibrant curls. A wave of sadness washed over her as she took in the fullness, the bounce, the very essence of what had defined her appearance for so long. She ran her gaze over the fiery red strands, a silent farewell to a part of her identity.
Jenny watched her, a hint of satisfaction in her expression. After a moment, she gently took the mirror and placed it back on a nearby table. “Alright, enough sentimentality,” she said, returning to her spot where she had a clear view of JJ.
Jill reactivated the clippers, the buzzing sound filling the tense silence. She positioned them once more at JJ’s forehead. “Ready when you are, Jenny,” Jill said, her eyes on Jenny’s face.
Jenny smiled, a victorious glint in her eyes. She raised her hand, her thumb pointing upwards. “Do it, Jill. Let’s end her days of teasing other guys with that hair.”
With a decisive nod, Jill moved the clippers forward, slicing a path right through the center of JJ’s scalp. The sound of the hair being severed filled the room as thick red curls fell onto JJ’s back and around her outstretched hands. She kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, as instructed, her bottom lip trembling slightly, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief as she felt the weight and warmth of her hair disappear.
Jill continued the cut, creating a stark, bald strip down the middle of JJ’s head, revealing the pale scalp beneath. She then positioned the clippers next to the newly shorn path and began to methodically shave another section, the buzzing a relentless soundtrack to JJ’s loss. Inch by inch, the vibrant red curls were reduced to mere stubble, the once glorious mane disappearing under Jill’s steady hand.
Jenny watched, a strange mixture of awe and triumph on her face, as the vibrant red hair fell away. “It’s… almost a shame,” she murmured, her eyes following the severed curls.
As Jill buzzed through the third and fourth sections, she nodded in agreement. “Oh, she definitely put a lot of work into this hair. You can tell. The shine, the way it bounces… only the best products and meticulous care could achieve this. A true labor of love. But as you said, those days are over. No more turning heads with this magnificent mane for a very long time.”
Jenny leaned closer, studying JJ’s face. “Look at her expression,” she said softly. “She knows exactly what she’s losing. It’s amazing how quickly those clippers are going through it, though. It was such thick hair for a redhead. Look at those piles of curls on the table.”
While Jill began to work on the sides of JJ’s head, Gus, a morbid curiosity in his voice, asked, “So, Jill, what do you usually do with all the dog hair after a grooming?” He chuckled, watching JJ’s increasingly desperate glances at the growing piles of red. The realization that it was all disappearing, that she was about to have a short, unflattering cut, was clearly sinking in.
“Usually, it just goes in the trash,” Jill replied casually. “I can empty it later, though, if you want a souvenir or two.” She glanced at JJ. “Or perhaps it would be more… impactful for her to see her beautiful hair simply discarded. A visual representation of her new reality.” She then gestured to the rapidly shortening stubble. “And once this is all gone, we can get started on the close shave. Fully bald will be even more… demure. Absolutely no chance of any lingering allure then.”
Jill paused the clippers, the buzzing ceasing abruptly. She gathered the remaining long strands at the back of JJ’s head, lifting them with a theatrical flourish. “And here we have it!” she announced with a laugh. “The last vestige of that glorious mane. Still quite beautiful, though, wouldn’t you say? Look at that shine, that texture…”
Jenny stepped closer, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, it’s hanging on for dear life,” she said, a hint of mockery in her tone. “Almost there. Should we finish her off, Jill?”
“Ready when you are,” Jill replied, her hand hovering over the power switch of the clippers.
“End it,” Jenny said decisively, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Let’s see that scalp.”
With a finality, Jill turned the clippers back on. Gently but firmly holding the front of JJ’s head, she ran the clippers over the remaining long hair at the back and nape. JJ’s eyes flickered up, a silent, pleading look in their depths, her lips trembling. But the whirring of the clippers drowned out any unspoken pleas. Jenny watched JJ’s face intently, a satisfied expression on her own. “Almost done,” she murmured, a false note of comfort in her voice. The clippers finally finished their work and fell silent, leaving JJ with a head covered in short red stubble.
Jill set the clippers aside. “So,” she said, holding up the hot shaving cream dispenser, “shall we proceed to the smooth finish? Or would you like to admire the prickly redhead for a moment?”
Jenny and Gus moved forward, running their hands over the rough stubble on JJ’s head. “Definitely time for it to go,” Jenny declared, a slight shudder in her voice.
“And all that… evidence,” Gus added, gesturing to the piles of red curls on the table and floor, “should probably be disposed of. Out of sight, out of mind.” He grabbed a nearby broom and began sweeping the fallen hair towards the trash can, already containing dog hair from earlier. Soon, the only remnants of JJ’s long red hair were the faint red tips of the stubble on her scalp.
“Alright then,” Jill grinned, spraying a generous amount of hot shaving cream into her palm. “Let’s make her bald.” She began to lather up JJ’s stubbly head, the warm cream contrasting with the cold reality of what was about to happen. Jenny watched, a wicked laugh escaping her lips. “Goodbye, redhead,” she whispered.
Jill let out a hearty laugh at Jenny’s remark. “Is she really a redhead anymore once this is done? That’s a philosophical question, isn’t it?” They bantered back and forth, their amusement echoing in the small room, before Jill declared, brandishing the razor, “Well, we’re about to find out, aren’t we?”
“Let’s just take the ‘redhead’ right out of her,” Jenny chuckled, nodding eagerly. Gus chimed in, “Definitely the right move. No more accidental… or intentional… seductions.”
With a flourish, Jill placed the sharp edge of the razor at JJ’s forehead, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warm shaving cream. Slowly and deliberately, she began to scrape away the remaining red stubble, following the path carved by the clippers. She worked her way over the crown, then down the sides around JJ’s ears, pausing frequently to meticulously check for any stray hairs.
JJ’s body sagged on the grooming table, the fight draining out of her. Her eyes, when they flickered open, held a look of utter defeat. The strange scraping sensation of the razor against her scalp was a physical manifestation of the loss she was experiencing. Her beauty, her defining characteristic, was literally being shaved away.
Jill continued her careful work, moving to the back of JJ’s head and nape, ensuring every last bit of red stubble was gone. Jenny leaned in, peering closely. “Looks good, Jill. You got it all.”
Once satisfied, Jill grabbed a towel and gently wiped away the remaining shaving cream, revealing JJ’s smooth, bald scalp. She then lifted JJ’s chin, forcing her to look at Jenny. “Ta-da!” Jill announced with a triumphant grin. “What do you think? No more red curls to tempt anyone. Doesn’t look quite so pretty now, does she? I think the men are safe, and the ladies can rest easy. She’s just a bald woman now.”
Jill beamed, gesturing towards JJ’s newly bald head. “Come on, feel it! Smooth as a baby’s bottom.” She gently guided Jenny’s and Gus’s hands to JJ’s scalp. JJ flinched at the unwanted touch, her misery deepening with the physical reminder of her transformation. She still hadn’t seen her reflection, but the smug looks on Jenny’s and Jill’s faces told her everything she needed to know. The vibrant, attractive redhead who had confidently entered this place was gone. Years of growth, a significant part of her identity, had been erased in a matter of minutes. The thought of facing the world like this, bald and vulnerable, filled her with dread.
Jenny and Gus ran their hands over the smooth scalp, a strange sense of satisfaction in their touch. “You’re right, Jill,” Jenny commented. “You’d barely even know she had anything on her head before. No one would ever guess those lovely red curls were just there.”
Jill unclipped the lead from JJ’s neck. “No need for that anymore. The wild beast has been tamed.” She and Jenny exchanged a knowing look and a shared laugh. “It’s kind of like neutering a horny dog or clipping a beautiful bird’s wings, wouldn’t you say? Harmless now. Won’t be causing any more trouble for a long, long time.”
Finally, Jill picked up the mirror and held it in front of JJ’s face. JJ’s breath hitched as she saw her reflection. The vibrant, youthful face she knew was still there, but the frame was gone. The long, bouncing red curls that had softened her features, that had drawn admiring glances and envious stares, were gone. Her scalp, pale and bare, seemed to amplify every line and angle of her face. She looked older, harsher. The loss was profound.
Jill leaned in, studying JJ’s reflection. “Honestly,” she said, her tone surprisingly matter-of-fact, “you’re really not that pretty anymore, are you? And coming from a lesbian who usually likes short hair, that’s saying something.”
Jenny chuckled, peering into the mirror alongside Jill, her hand resting briefly on JJ’s smooth scalp. “You know, I think you’re right, Jill. It was the hair that made her so… unique. Without it framing her face, she just looks… ordinary.” She studied JJ’s features closely. “Still pretty, perhaps, but definitely not the head-turner she was.”
Gus nodded in agreement. “Exactly. The problem’s solved. Now she can be a good submissive around the house without all that distracting beauty.”
“Jill,” Jenny continued, turning to the dog groomer, “would it be possible for you to maybe come over and re-shave her head while she’s our sub? Just to maintain the… look?”
“Absolutely,” Jill agreed readily. “In fact, I think it would be best if she went back to Seattle completely bald. A clear message to everyone, wouldn’t you say? A constant reminder not to go around seducing taken men.” She looked directly at JJ, running her hand over her bare scalp. “This,” she said firmly, “is what got you into trouble. This is why it was necessary.”
“Exactly!” Jenny chimed in. “If she hadn’t been so brazen with her flirting, even with Gus, we might not have had to do this. But it was definitely the right choice.” She clapped her hands together. “Alright, time to take our new pet home and show her off.”
Jill helped a still-shocked JJ off the grooming table, a final mocking stroke to her bald head accompanying a light slap on her rear. “Alright, baldy,” Jill teased, a wide grin on her face. “Car’s that way. Off you go to your new life with your owners. No more redhead for a very, very long time.”
Jill guided the naked and bald JJ towards the car. As Jenny passed the trash can, she reached in and retrieved a long, vibrant lock of red hair. Holding it up, she addressed JJ, a mocking smile on her face. “Can you even believe you used to have this much glorious hair?” She dangled it for a moment before dropping it back into the trash with a flourish.
JJ climbed silently into the back seat, her bare scalp exposed. Gus got into the driver’s seat, and Jenny turned to Jill, a triumphant glint in her eyes. “Thanks again, Jill, for taking care of our little redhead problem.”
Jill let out a wicked laugh. “My pleasure entirely! Enjoy your new look, JJ,” she called out, waving as the car door closed. “No more batting those eyelashes for a good long while. Shame it’s not permanent, but I’ll be happy to keep that scalp nice and smooth for you.”
As Gus started the engine and pulled away from the curb, Jenny was already on her phone, her voice animated. “Hey everyone! Party at our place tonight! You absolutely HAVE to come meet our new submissive… and bring your husbands, of course. Let’s just say she’s been… declawed.”
Inside the car, JJ listened in silent misery as Jenny recounted the evening’s events to the couple on the phone, who chimed in with details Jenny might have overlooked. They spoke with a casual amusement that grated on JJ’s raw nerves, clearly anticipating the reactions of the “couple” they were describing – a couple JJ would undoubtedly meet later that night.
She turned her head slightly, catching her reflection in the darkened window. Her bare scalp stared back, a stark and unfamiliar landscape. Tentatively, she raised a hand and ran it over the smooth surface, a wave of disbelief washing over her. Just a few short hours ago, she had been the center of attention, her long red curls a vibrant halo around her face. She remembered the admiring gazes in the bar, the whispered compliments, the envious glances of other women as she danced, her hair a fiery cascade.
Now, nothing. Only the smooth, vulnerable skin of her scalp. The realization of how long it would take for her hair to grow back, the years of being without her defining feature, settled heavily in her chest. She was no longer the “pretty girl,” not for a very long time. The car continued its journey into the night, carrying JJ further away from the woman she used to be.
