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The back of the x-frame was cool to Iris’ touch from where she stood. Idly, she wondered what Algae would be doing to her. In their first session about eight months ago, Al had been worried that she wasn’t ready for everything they could throw at her.
Iris didn’t really blame them; with her naturally dark blonde tumbling down her back, un-tatted skin, and only a few ear piercings to speak of, she definitely wasn’t the dictionary picture for kinky or for a lesbian.
Algae was willing to take a chance, though. The nonbinary dom enthusiastically DM-ed back and forth with them for weeks after they matched on a dating app. Even after they met up in person, it took weeks for them to actually touch her.
Now, there were no such qualms.
“I have a gift for you. I know you want a collar, but I think we should move in steps, ramp up instead of diving head first y’know?”
Iris frowned that they wouldn’t be getting a collar, but brightened at the idea of a step in that direction.
“Shall we get begin?”
“Yes, please!”
Carefully, they knotted her into a complicated web of navy rope, connecting not only all her limbs, but her waist too. It was just a bit rough on her unblemished skin, but that’s the way she liked it.
“Not too tight?” Algae inquired before they could get started.
“Not too tight,” Iris repeated, already a little bit lost in the euphoria of not having to do anything. God, she loved Algae. They always knew what was best for her.
“Okay, Red for stop or no, alright? I won’t stop otherwise.” Their skin gleamed in the humid room.
“Yes, dom.”
They leaned in for a kiss, at first gently. They pressed softly against Iris’ lips, sticky with lip gloss.
Then it became rougher as Al forced their tongue inside her mouth, hands roaming. First across her shoulders, then down to her breasts, palms teasing against her soft nipples, then abruptly pinching. Eyes still closed, Iris took a moment to catch her breath as the hands disappeared. Just as she opened them, a blindfold rapidly approached. Al tied it against the back of her head as she complained. “Ugh, I hate when you do this. Half the fun is in seeing what’s happening.”
“Or maybe it’s in the surprise.” They whispered in her ear.
A finger slid against her folds, not quite penetrating. Their other hand came up to stroke her hair, digits making their way down to the thinnest part of it at her waist. It wasn’t hard, Iris tended to brush it before coming over.
Algae lifted a section to brush the ends against her breasts, slowly working two fingers into her pussy. It was achingly slow, barely scraping her g-spot. She tried to rock into them, but it was no use; she was entirely immobilized, helpless to whatever was decided should happen to her. Another finger was added, her partner completely silent. A little faster and deeper they reached, finally. After a few moments, just as Iris started to pant, all were suddenly removed. She clenched down on nothing, as something long and silicone entered her.
“Keep it there, I’m not going to hold it for you.” Her dom informed her.
She shivered as something cold brushed against her chest. She was about to ask what it was, but the question died on her tongue as the toy began to vibrate. “You want to be mine, babygirl?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed.
The cool metal object lined up right against her left nipple as they attached a clamp to the other one. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Do you trust I know what’s good for you?”
“Yes, please, God, let me–” Snick. The scissors shut close against the pink skin, taking almost a foot of soft strands with it. Granted, it was a smallish section, maybe a tenth of her whole head, but Iris felt the loss all the same. She breathed in heavily.
“What was–”
Before she had proper time to finish her sentence, Algae swept about half her hair to one side and went at it.
“Please stop, I like it as is! It’s my hair, I get to decide what to do with it.”
Algae paused, still gripping harshly. “Need I remind you who is in charge here? You are my sub, and that includes every part of you. Unless you want to back out of that?”
Her heart hammered in her chest at the notion. “No, no! I’ll wear it up more, just please stop,”
She received only an exasperated huff in response. The cutting resumed.
“Could we at least donate it? I worked so hard to keep it healthy.” She pleaded, recognizing that Algae had already chopped a decent chunk.
“Oh please, be realistic. It’s sparse and ugly. A boring color. You’re insane to think anyone would want this!” While they spoke, they continued, sawing away an inch or two higher at the next buch they grabbed. When that was finished, they gathered a few unruly parts that had escaped the scissors in their fist. They made just as swift work of it, tumbling onto the floor with a swish once it left the scissors’ merciless blades. Oddly, two long tendrils were left unattered in the front.
“It’s good now, right, right, sweetheart?” Iris begged. “Now that you’ve had your way with me?” She didn’t want to lose any part of her appearance more than she already had.
“Oh no, this is just the start. I was nervous that you wouldn’t be able to handle the whole scene, and we have to put you through the whole test before I can conclude anything.”
With a yelp, the other clamp was added to her free nipple. A heavy chain was also connected on either end to a clamp, weighing both down. She lost track of Algae’s hands for a minute before she felt a comb parting out seemingly random groups of hair that mere moments ago had been free to cascade down the curves of her body. Now it was an uneven mid-length mess that was truly unremarkable. The only bright side was that she would still be able to put it into a ponytail.
Algae secured most of the strands on the back of her head with a claw clip, leaving out the bottommost hair, up to the middle of her ear.
They then parted her labia so the vibrator attachment could properly reach her clit.
“Tell me when you feel like cumming.” They whispered.
“Ahhhh.” She let out as Algae tugged on the chain and dove into their neck. They started to suck, marking every place they could get to with a dark red bruise. They started at her neck, the shoulder, upper breast, hip, and finally on her thighs beside the dildo.
“Need, huaha~”
“Just a minute more.” They said as they licked the spots where her juices had escaped. They took their time, enjoying every drop.
“Please.” She whined.
“One sec…” They stood up and positioned themself behind Iris, hand on her shoulder. “Okay. Now.”
When the buzzing of her vulva overtook her, Algae was right behind her, the same buzzing sensation peeling off strips of dark blonde. The blades tore through viciously, disposing of anything her dom declared had to be removed. The scream she let out was equally from the euphoria of her orgasm and the horror at the hair being so brutally severed without any concern for if she might have wanted to keep it.
“No, no, no!”
“Yes.” They replied firmly. “This is happening. You are entirely mine. I decide how you walk and talk. I decide what to do with this hideous mop.”
She cried out as Algae reached forward and jostled the dildo further into her with the heel of their hand.
“I and I alone know how to fix you.”
By that point, it wasn’t her choice whether she would get an undercut. Because Algae was the dominant, she didn’t have the right to choose; and because the whirring blades had already chewed through so much. Algae was so unapologetic in their pursuit, it was as if they could not hear Iris’s agony at being stripped of her identity. In Algae’s eyes, it was just the dirty rock outside of a geode, begging for its true nature to be revealed.
Algae clicked the clippers and toy off with a sigh once they were done. “So dramatic. I swear, we haven’t even gotten to the good part.”
Iris braced herself for whatever was going to happen.
Something damp touched her nose. She didn’t dare admit to herself what the cleansing wipe meant.
All of a sudden, an incredible pain concentrated in her septum. The pressure was so strong that she would have begun to cry anyway, but that wasn’t why tears started to fall. No. Tears were falling because she realized that that was exactly what she had asked for. She was being claimed. And her dom had decided that claiming ownership meant not letting subs like her hide in the shadows. Instantly, Iris knew she would never look unassuming or natural ever again.
The pain mostly subsided as the ring slid into place, still throbbing somewhat.
“Now, if you’re going to be good, I can take the blindfold off. Otherwise, I’m going to have to take off more hair than I planned, evening it out.”
Iris whimpered pitifully. She had accepted her role. “Please, please, I’ll be good, I promise.”
With a swift tug to unknot the blindfold, she was allowed to see it fall to the floor with long tendrils that had previously been her pride and joy. She understood the meaning. A foot of hair took about two years to grow, and that wasn’t even mentioning the length she had lost from the clippers. If she ever decided to break up with Algae, she wouldn’t be her own person again until her hair grew out. And she would always have scar tissue if she allowed her septum piercing to heal.
Her tears rained harder as Algae took out the claw clip and combed the front section down.
“What, what are you going to do now?” She asked, already having a clue from where the hair fell on her head. It was easier to accept than the undercut; bangs were sort of trendy. Maybe if she got some layers, she could get back to her usual aesthetic?
“You need something to maintain for me. Something relatively simple but easy to mess up, so I can see how you’re doing with your new ownership. If you’re distracted from it or not taking it seriously.”
“Can the bangs at least be wispy?”
They laughed, loud and unnerving. They adjusted the part of the hair they were brushing forward. “That wouldn’t fit you at all.”
They divided the not-yet-bangs into three equal sections, testing different lengths by raising and lowering each group of strands. Nodding to themself, they made a decision. Iris was glad they were thinking things through. After all, it was easy to cut bad bangs.
Algae lifted the scissors from the little table just out beyond where Iris could see, being strapped down. Snnnip. They cut the middle at a reasonable length, right above her eyebrows.
They then situated the scissors so that the pieces on either side were in their grip. Shhhnnnip. They were cut with only a quarter length that the middle had kept.
Iris could feel the contrasting lengths on her forehead along with the new wave of tears making their way down her cheeks. Hesitantly, she asked, “I thought you wanted me to be pretty.”
“You are pretty; but your boring hair didn’t let anybody see that. You looked like everyone else.” They shook their head. “I’ve been trying to teach you to stop hiding for months, but every time I let you out of my sight, there you go! You have this need to fit in, if I collared you, you’d just rip it off whenever you felt like it! It would defeat the purpose. This…” They walked behind Iris. “This won’t let you hide from what you want.”
The following sound from the scissors was loud, next to her ear. More final than the others as the last of any length that would allow the hair to be considered a normal cut was severed. It stopped right at the end of her earlobes, leaving her shaved neck visible.
“Let it all out.” Algae murmured as Iris sobbed. She wouldn’t be able to put it up in a ponytail, much less a bun. Her soft femininity had been stolen from her, leaving her with chopped bits of hair at varying lengths. It was edgy and bold and unforgiving in it’s severity. Even worse, it was her fault. She had willingly given it away.
Where she had entered the apartment with long flowing locks, she now left with an unfashionable but striking ear-length bob, multi-length bangs, and two long un-cut sections on either side of her face that reminded her of how much she had lost.
She was also adorned with a new piercing, although less painful than the gaping hole in her personhood.
