Becoming His Woman

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—– Author’s Note —–

This is my first story, so any criticism is appreciated. Sorry it got a bit long lol.

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Confessing My Love

I couldn’t believe I just said that. Logan must have heard; he had stopped moving with his cock half in me. I could feel my cheeks grow more and more red each moment the silence continued. I tried to cover my face in embarrassment, but Logan grabbed arms with his strong hands before I could. He sent shivers down my body whenever he grabbed me like that.

“What did you say?” he said in a whisper that somehow still held his usual commanding tone.

“N-nothing, master. P-please, k-keep fucking me.” I tried to push myself further onto his shaft, trying to distract him from what I said. Please just drop it.

He pulled out of me, I whimpered as he did. Why couldn’t I have just kept my mouth shut. He got up off the couch and stood next to it. He grabbed my arm and forced me up in front of him. God, he made my knees weak without even seeming to try. My eyes only came up to the top of his chest. I was standing so close to him, I could smell his musk and sweat. It was intoxicating. I looked everywhere but his eyes, I couldn’t look him in the eyes. He grabbed my chin and forced my head up.

“Look at me. You did not say nothing. Good sluts don’t lie, do they?” He said, his icy blue eyes piercing through me.

“No master, good sluts don’t lie.” I said, shifting my eyes away. I couldn’t hold his powerful gaze for more than a few moments at a time.

“And you want to be a good slut, don’t you?” I did, I really did. He made me want to be a good little slut for him.

“Yes master, I want to be a good little slut.”

He smiled, “Good, then tell me what you said, and I’ll reward you for being a good little slut”.

Why did he care so much? He must have heard me. Why make me say it again? I knew he didn’t feel the same way, he only saw me as a tool to use for pleasure, and that was fine with me. I liked being used to pleasure him. Did I even really feel that way?

Yes.

Did I really love him?

Yes.

Did I want to ruin the relationship we had, just for the chance of something more?

Yes.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, unable to get the words out. I took a deep breath and looked up at his pale eyes, meeting his domineering stare. I felt my cheeks start to burn as we held each other’s gaze. I felt my heart flutter. I felt my mind go blank.

I loved this man. I loved that he wanted me. I loved that he controlled me. I loved that he . . .

“I said I love you, Master Logan, I love you.” I said it. We stood there for a moment. He was so quiet I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. His eyes didn’t change, he just stared at me. He somehow made me feel more naked. I broke his gaze and covered my tits. The silence was becoming oppressive.

I should say something. I thought. “It’s okay,” I said, “ I kno – “ He kissed me.

Our lips met and sparks flew. He buried a hand in my chocolate brown mane on the back of my head and wrapped his other arm around my waste and pulled me close. The initial shock left me and I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

We’d kissed before, but it never felt like this. His lips pushed against mine, and mine pushed back, our tongues danced with each other as he held me close. I could feel his heat against my body. Could smell his manly musk mixing with my feminine scent. Could hear his heavy breathing and his fluttering heartbeat. Did this mean he felt the same? Did this mean he loved me. I didn’t care. I was getting lost in the kiss. It felt incredible.

We let out soft moans. I could feel his dick grow hard and press against my body. I felt my pussy grow wet. I wanted to pleasure him. I reluctantly pulled out of the kiss, leaving a trail of spit connecting our mouths. I smiled at him as I crouched down with my knees spread apart, staying eye level with his huge dick.

“A good slut needs to take care of her master’s cock when it gets like this.” I said as I stared at his cock. My mouth began to water. I wanted it, but I needed his permission. I took a risk and gave the tip a wet kiss, which made it twitch. I pulled away and left a thick line of spit connecting the tip to my mouth.

“Hm, you seem so eager you forget your place. What exactly do you want to do slut?” He asked in a stern voice that made me shiver with anticipation.

“Please, master, I want to suck your cock. I want you to use my whore mouth to cum.” I begged. I wanted it. I needed it.

He smiled, “Very well, pleasure me, slut.”

With a quick moan, I opened my mouth wide and shoved his massive cock into my mouth.

“Fuck!” He said as he grunted.

His cock filled my mouth. It was only half in and it almost reached the back of my throat. I loved it. I started moving my head back and forth, moving my tongue all around his shaft. He started lightly thrusting into me too, holding a large fistful of my hair. The feeling of his cock stuffing my mouth and the smell of his cock and balls sent waves of pleasure thrumming through my body.

In. Out. In Out.

He was completely guiding me now. Yanking my head back and forth with my hair. I used one hand to stroke the base of his cock which pulsed with anticipation, and one hand to fondle his balls which got tighter and tighter the closer he got to finishing.

Pull. Push. Pull. Push.

I was just his toy. His object to use to cum. I was his slut.

“Your mouth feels incredible, slut.” He said through grunts and moans.

“Han oo ahter” I tried to thank him with half his cock packed in my mouth.

He yanked my hair back, pulling his dick out of mouth and causing me to fall backwards with a yelp. He moved around me, forcing me to spin on the floor and half dragged me by my hair as he sat on the couch. He yanked my hair, putting my mouth back to his dick, and I started sucking again without needing to be prompted.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He moaned as he gathered up my mane into a ponytail at the top of the back of my head. As I pulled back, he yanked the ponytail up, forcing me above his dick. I prepared myself for what was to come.

He suddenly started quickly jerking my head up and down, forcing his massive cock all the way in and out. Each he pushed me down, his cock went halfway down my throat. I barely had time to gag as he pulled it out. He did it so fast, my head was like some sort of machine running fast.

UpDownUpDownUpDownUpDown.

That’s all I was to him. A machine that he fucked. Just a slut whose only purpose is to use my holes to pleasure him. I made sure to make as much noise as I could, moaning as best I could, gagging as loudly as I could. I knew he liked that.

“Ooooooo, fuck,” He said through gritted teeth, “your throat is so tight.”

He shoved his dick all the way down my throat and held it there. I couldn’t breathe. My throat was meant for this. I didn’t care about the fact that pleasuring him meant I couldn’t breathe. He was my master. He would decide when I could breathe.

Fuck. It was so hot. I moaned through gags and coughs.

My pussy was dripping. My body heaved as it tried to force his cock out. He moaned as my throat convulsed. I loved it. My body was his. Everything it did was just to pleasure him. He owned me.

Eventually he released his hold on my locks and let me pull his dick out of my mouth. I sat there for a moment, breathing heavily. Tears streaming down my face, drool dripping from mouth, snot dripping from my nose.

“Finish your job.” He commanded, pointing to his dick.

I attacked his dick with my mouth, stroking it with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. My tongue slobbered around his thick shaft, played with his tip. He moaned like crazy.

“Ooooh, fuck, shit, that’s so good”

I felt his balls tighten. He was about to cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!” He held my head steady as he thrust in and out, shooting his thick, hot cum all over my mouth.

It shot to the back of my throat and started filling my mouth. I tried to swallow it, but I couldn’t swallow it faster than it came. It made me choke, which made it go into my nose.

He finished cumming and pulled out of my mouth. I fell backwards, my plump ass slapping against the tiled floor, cum seeping out of my mouth and nose. My pussy was dripping. My body was on fire. I needed to cum.

“Please, master, I want to cum. Please let me cum. Please! I need it.”

He grabbed a fistful of hair and lead me up to his lap, my back against his chest.

“Alright, whore, you’ve earned.” He said as he started rubbing my pussy. I was so horny that I immediately started squirming. He grabbed my tits and started playing with my nipples. That sent shocks of pleasure through my body. I felt him bury his nose into my chocolate mane and breathe deeply. Even when pleasuring me, he still found ways to use me.

“Oh fuck! God, yes! Please master, please!” I moaned. He pushed his fingers into my dripping pussy, he found my g-spot instantly. My body shook from the ecstasy.

Being played with by the man I loved was incredible. His fingers in my pussy. His hand playing with my tit. His nose smelling my hair. It was amazing.

“Cum, whore.” He commanded into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to cum, and now that he’d commanded it, I could. I had to.

My body and mind exploded. My body convulsed with rapture as waves of pleasure wracked me.

“Thank you thank you thank you! FUCK! OH GOD! THANK YOU!” I screamed and moaned as my body shook.

The Type of Woman He Wants

Once the orgasm died down, we sat in silence for a moment, panting. I could feel his heart beating so fast against my back, and mine wasn’t any slower. His arms were wrapped around my waste, and he was taking deep breaths with his face buried in my thick, silky tresses. I leaned back deeper into him and wrapped my hands around his.

“I love you too, in case that wasn’t obvious.” He said, softly, as he pulled his head out of my hair and perched his chin on my shoulder.

I smiled, “It was a bit obvious, but it’s nice to hear it.” I tried to play it cool, but my stomach was fluttering with a thousand butterflies. I wondered if he could feel them with his hands on my stomach.

He laughed, “I’m glad”.

I turned myself around to face him. I took his face in my hands and stared into his eyes. His piercing blue eyes that made my knees weak, made my heart race, made my pussy drip. I stared deep into them and said, “I love you, Logan” and I pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed back, but something didn’t feel right.

He pushed out of the kiss and stood up, leaving me alone on the couch. My heart started to drop.

“I do love you, Stella, I really do, but – “

But? My heart sank further. I could feel the blood start to drain from my face. My thoughts immediately went to worse case scenarios. Was he not looking for a relationship? Did he already have a girlfriend, and was just using me to cheat? Was he married? My mind raced.

“I do love you, it’s just that I . . . what I mean is if you . . . I just . . .” he stammered, which was unlike him.

“What?” I asked “What is it, Logan?” tears started to form in my eyes.

He sighed and took a deep breath and said, “Stella, I love you, and I want to be with you. The problem is, if you want to be my woman, you have to be my woman. I want people to know you’re mine. Only mine. I don’t want other guys chasing after you. I want people to look at you, and know you’re claimed. So, what it boils down to, Stella, is do you really want to be with a guy like that? Do you want to be that kind of woman?  Are you willing to do what it takes to be that kind of woman? I don’t think so. I don’t think you want to be with me that badly.”

I stared at him from the couch, my expression blank. What? My worry quickly changed to anger. I stood up.

“What is wrong with you? I love you, Logan. I’ve told you many times now, dumbass.” I walked over and shoved a finger at his chest, staring into his eyes the whole time, “And how do you know I don’t want that? Huh? Why would you even think I wouldn’t want that? I do want that! I want to be your woman, and if you want everyone to know it, then so do I. I’ve been your good little slut for the better part of a year, haven’t I? You think now that you want people to know, I’m going to back out? No! I love you, and you love me. I want you to be my man, and I want to be your woman. I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen. I’ll get ‘Logan’s Property’ tattooed across my chest, if that’s what you want. I’ll do anything!”

I was shouting by the end. I held his gaze. He looked stunned, but after a moment, a smile crept across his face. He hugged me.

“Sorry, Stella. I guess I was just letting my insecurities get the better of me. I’m sorry.” He held me tightly. I laid my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beating just as fast as mine.

“Well, that’s fine as long as you understand now.” He kissed the top of my head.

“I understand.” He pulled out of the embrace, and I wiped the few stray tears from my eyes. “You’re going to be my woman.” He said, smiling, “I’m going to make you my woman.”

I smiled, “Yes, Master Logan. I want to become your woman.”

“You’ll do whatever it takes?”

I looked deep into his eyes, “Whatever it takes!”

“Wait here.” He said, sitting me back down on the couch.

He quickly put on pants and a shirt and  left through the door back into the main room, leaving me alone in this back room. I sat there, naked on the couch, wondering what it was he was going to do to make me his. He wasn’t really going to make me get a tattoo claiming I was his property, right? Would I really care if he did? The thought of being marked as his like that kind of turned me on. And even if he did want that, he’d probably put the tattoo somewhere I could easily cover it up anyway. In all reality, it wouldn’t matter where he wanted to put a tattoo, I said I would do anything, and I meant it. I was his.

After a few minutes he came back through the door.

“Stand up and turn around.” He commanded as he undressed again. He was back in his dominant persona.

“Yes, Master.” I said as I complied. He grabbed my arms and tied them together behind my back. He lead me to the door and made to push me through it. I hesitated. There were windows in the main room, people were going to see us. And what was he going to do in there anyway. He opened the door and roughly pushed me through.

We had been in the back room of his business, but this was the main room. This was his barbershop. The wall opposite us was all windows, which he had thankfully closed the shutters on. The wall to the left of us had a few hair washing stations, and the wall to the right of us had a few haircutting stations. The barbershop had been closed for an hour at this point, so no one was here.

He started pushing me over to the wash stations, and as I looked around, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrors of the haircutting stations. My hair had always been one of my best attributes. Sure, my body was beautifully full and sexy, but my hair was gorgeous. It was a beautiful rich chocolatey color, naturally straight and voluminous. I’d always kept it long, which made finding men easy. Right now, it was long enough to graze the top of my pert ass. It was incredibly thick too, it never looked flat, most people couldn’t believe how thick it was. Men always stared at it, and women always wanted to play with it. It was a pain to take care of, but it was worth it to have this thick, long, chocolatey erotic mane. Easily one my best, if not my absolute best attributes.

Logan loved it too. I think it was the main reason why he first approached me. He loved playing with it, washing it, brushing it. Fucking it. Logan loved to incorporate my hair into our sex, whether it be bunching it up and jerking off with it roughly while my head jerked back and forth, or just generally controlling me with it by pulling it this way and that. I loved when he used my hair. Sometimes I think he loves it as much as I do, or more.

He pushed me into the chair in front of one of the sinks and gathered up my incredible mass of locks and put them in the sink. He leaned me back, causing me to somewhat lay uncomfortably on my bound arms, but I didn’t mind. He turned on the sink and started running the water over my hair. I loved that feeling. I closed my eyes and let out a slight sigh.

“I want your hair to be clean for what comes next.” He said as he worked the water through my tresses.

“Mmmm, yes Master.” I said. What did he mean by “What comes next”?

He finished rinsing my hair and started working the shampoo in, causing a strong citrus smell to permeate the room. He put a generous amount on my roots and started working it in, gently massaging my scalp. It felt amazing. I started moaning. He chuckled.

“Enjoy it while you can, slut.” He said as he started massaging more vigorously.

That sounded ominous and started my stomach fluttering.

“Mmmm. Master – Anh! – What exactly are you planning to do?” I asked through moans as my scalp tingled from his massage.

“You’re a smart slut, aren’t you? Take a guess.”

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he was smiling as he washed my hair. He loved my hair, I know he did, but we were in his barbershop, and all his comments could only mean one thing. . .

“Are you – mmmm – going to give me – hanh – a haircut?” He started rinsing the shampoo out.

“That’s right, you’re getting a haircut.” He started working conditioner all along the length of my gorgeous mane.

“Mmmm – how much are you going to cut?” I asked as he gently tugged my hair, working in the conditioner everywhere.

He looked down at me and beamed, “Oh, quite a bit, my good little slut, quite a bit.”

My heart sank into my stomach, which was fluttering like crazy. What I didn’t expect was the spark I felt in my loins.

He rinsed out the conditioner after working it for a bit, then he spent the next while drying and brushing my hair. I did my best to enjoy it all to the fullest. My hair was probably going to be short for a while. He’d sat me up at this point, and I watched in the mirror across the barbershop as he took care of my hair. I wondered how short of a cut he was going to give me. Maybe a bob? Maybe with an undercut of some kind? Maybe a bowl cut? That might look cute. Maybe he would even go as short as a pixie! I could probably pull any one of those off. My hair was definitely my crowning glory, but it was a best of the best situation. I did have a beautifully curvy body, and my tits were nothing to scoff at. I also had a gorgeous face. I was starting to actually get excited for this new hairstyle, whatever it may be.

After a while, he finished drying and brushing my locks, and he pulled me out of the chair. We started the short walk over to the haircutting station. It felt like an eternity. I stared at myself in the mirror. My chocolate tresses draped around my naked body. Arms still bound behind my back. I’d always heard that long hair was a woman’s pride and joy, and I always somewhat believed it. But now that I saw my gorgeous thick brunette hair draped around my body to below my waste, swaying with each step, about to lose most of it, I started to believe more than ever that my hair was my pride and joy. My former confidence in my ability to pull off short hair waned.

We stood in front of the mirror. He started to push me into the chair, and I resisted slightly.

“Are you sure about this Master?” I asked in my sweetest voice, shaking my head a bit, trying to convince him to change his mind.

He responded by pushing me hard into the chair. The leather felt cold against my bare ass. “I’m sure.”

“B-but you love my long hair, don’t you? Wouldn’t you rather keep it long and use it whenever you want?” I pleaded. He sighed.

“I do love your hair, but so does every guy you’ve ever met. You are going to be my woman. Mine. If you are mine, then so is your hair, and I can do whatever I want with it, and I don’t want you to have it if it means other guys will chase you. Understand, my little slut?” He put a strong emphasis on my. That sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I was his. And so was my hair. Tears started to form in my eyes. I tried to hold them back

“Yes Master, I understand. I’m your slut, so you can do whatever you want with my hair.”

“That’s right, and I don’t need your permission.” He said as he whirled me away from the mirror. “You’re not going to get a cape, “ he said as he started snipping his scissors in the air, “and you don’t get to watch.” He stepped in front of me and grabbed a thick lock of my hair in his hand and put his scissors around it. “Are you ready?” He asked, with a wicked smile.

“Yes Master, I-I’m ready?” I mumbled out.

“Ready for what, slut? And speak clearly.” He barked.

I took a deep breath, and my lip started to quiver. “I-I’m ready for my haircut, Master. P-please c-cut my hair however you w-want.”

“As you wish.” He started sawing through the fist lock.

My hair was thick, and his scissors had to work to get through that first lock. I couldn’t really tell how short he had cut it, but that first chunk of thick chocolate hair was around three feet long. When he dropped it directly onto my naked thighs, I couldn’t help but hang my head and being to cry. Tears flowed from my eyes, and although I tried to ignore it, my pussy started tingling. He stepped behind me and yanked my head up and cut another chunk, letting my head fall again. He dropped every tress directly into my lap for me to see. Each one sending a small wave of heat and pleasure through my body. He began cutting faster and faster, jerking my head all around, I didn’t even try to hold my head up. We fell into a rhythm of him pulling my head back, cutting, and letting my head drop.

Pull cut drop, pull cut drop, pull cut drop.

As the pile of hair on my lap grew into a mountain, I couldn’t help but start sobbing. My body convulsed and I began to quietly whine as I cried. I was forced to stare at my lap as more and more of my locks were added. I couldn’t help but moan as the pile grew bigger and bigger, though they came out like whines when mixed with the sobbing.

After what felt like an eternity, he stopped cutting.

“There’s most of the bulk done away with.” He said. I stared into my lap, sobbing uncontrollably. There was an unbelievable amount of hair piled on my thighs. As I stared, my sobbing whines became more like quiet wails. I couldn’t even tell how much hair I had left. I felt, and could see, some parts touching my chin, but I couldn’t even feel any hair touching my neck. It must have been an uneven mess. He put his hand into my hair and ruffled it around.  “Now for the next step”.

As I heard him fiddle around with something behind me, I started to calm down. Now he was going to fix this mess. I wasn’t sure, but it felt like this could be salvaged into an angled bob that was stacked in the back. That might be ok. He wouldn’t have cut so wildly that it was unsalvageable, right? He still wanted me to look good, surely. I sniffed, and slowly started to stop crying.

Until I heard a pop.

A low hum filled the air. I felt a cold, vibrating piece of metal placed on my forehead. I looked up in horror and shock as I saw the clippers he was holding placed right against my hairline. The tears burst out of my eyes.

“Nonononono. Please Master, please don’t shave me. Please, just give me a bob, or a bowl, anything but that. Please, don’t you want me to be beautiful? You’ve already cut so much. Please Master. Don’t do this, please . . .”

BzzzzzzzzzZZZZZRRRRRRRRRR

His answer was to pull the clippers into my hair. I let out a howl as I began sobbing much harder than before.

NOOOOOOOOooooo-o-o-o-o-o…

My howl fell off as I resigned myself to my fate, sobbing. I was going to be bald. He worked quickly, running the buzzing teeth through my once gorgeous main. No more hairplay. No more washing and brushing, no more hairjobs. Once he’d peeled away all the hair on the top of my head, he started jerking my head all around, getting the sides and back. Most of the hair fell directly into my lap as I hung my head.

It was over in a matter of moments, Logan worked quickly to deprive me of my beauty. Once he stopped. I just sat there shaking as I sobbed. Suddenly I gasped as a something cold started to be rubbed into my scalp. It felt incredible, sending waves of tingles down my spine and directly to my pussy. I sat straight up and my sobs began to mix with moans again.

“Hmhm, I thought you might like that.” Logan said as he continued to work the cold creamy substance onto my head.

He stopped, and I once again felt cold metal against my forehead. It was shaving cream that he’d put on my head. He was using a straight razor to remove all the hair from head. He was going to make me completely bald. I couldn’t help but cry as I imagined how bad I looked. No more hair. My crowning glory now sat lifeless in my lap. It was his and he’d taken it.

He finished and wiped my now completely smooth head with a towel. He walked in front of me, grabbed my chin, and forced me to meet his eyes. As he tilted my head up, I caught a glimpse of his dick. It was completely stiff and throbbing. I looked into his eyes with tears in mine.

“Hold your head here,” he said, “I don’t want you to get cut”.

He wasn’t done yet? He was still holding the straight razor, and he tilted my head slightly to the left and put the straight razor against my skin next to my right eyebrow.

“No please. Master please. Not my eyebrows. I’m gonna look like a freak. Master…” I whined.

“Hold still.” He said as he dragged the razor across my brow. I tried to stay as still as possible as he swiped away my brows. The last hair on my head. I had no doubt in my mind that I had let him turn me into an ugly freak.

He put the razor away and came back in front of me. My stomach was in knots, which added to the pleasure that was radiating from my pussy. He looked over my now denuded scalp and brow, holding my chin and moving my head around.

“Hmmmm, looks good! Now you’re really my woman, and no other man could possibly want you now that you’ve been completely shorn. What do you say, my bald slut?”

“Th-th-thank you, Master” I said through sobbing moans.

“For…?”

“Thank you for sh-sh-shearing me like a sheep and making me your bald slut.”

“You’re welcome.” He said. “Now for some fun!”

He grabbed the massive mountain of hair in my lap and threw it on the tiled floor, spreading it out. He noticed the wetness between my legs.

“Hmhmhm, looks like someone’s not as upset as they seem” He mused as he force me up.

I tried to turn to look into the mirror, but he pushed me down before I could. I fell into my one glorious mane, strewn about the floor. He quickly turned me over, my face buried in my locks, my ass high in the air. He thrust his rock hard throbbing cock into my sopping pussy.

An electric shock ran through my body and kept pulsing as he began thrusting. It was incredible, the humiliation of having my beauty stripped, and then fucked in the aftermath was almost too much to handle. I started moaning like an animal.

“Huung hunngg ooooooh fuck shit, oh god. Hhhnngg.”

He started rubbing his hand against my smooth scalp, sending intense tingles down my spine. My eyes started to roll, my mind going blank.

“OOoooooh FUuUuUuUCK!” I screamed.

“Hah! So you like that, huh? You like having your bald head rubbed?”

“YES! Oh god yes, it feels so good Master, please keep stroking my bald head! Please!”

He started grabbing fistfuls of my shorn tresses from around us and rubbing them against my body as he pulled my hips into his over and over.

It was amazing, having my former beauty rubbed against me, reminding me that I was completely bald, was enough to bring me to orgasm.

“OOOOOOOOHH GOD! YES! FUCK!”

Pleasure wracked my body, making me convulse. He turned me over as the orgasm died down.

“You didn’t ask permission, you bald whore. Turn over and open your mouth.”

I did as he commanded, and he began thrusting into me again as he began shoving fistfuls of my chocolate locks into my mouth. I gagged on my tresses as he held his hand over my mouth. Hair clinging all over my sweaty body. He pinched my nipple with a fist full of shorn locks. I couldn’t believe all that hair used to be on my head, and now I was shorn and being fucked with it. I was about to cum again, eyes rolling and tears streaming down my cheeks.

I tried to ask permission with my mouth stuffed with my severed mane, but it came out as a muffled garbled mess. He seemed to understand as he smiled and began thrusting harder and harder.

“Cum, you bald freak! CUM!”

The orgasm wracked my whole body. My vision and mind went blank. My back arched. My legs shook. The humiliation of having my gorgeous brunette locks, my crowning glory, peeled away and then being fucked in the massive pile it created constantly reminding me that I was actually bald was too much. I let out a muffled scream as my body was overloaded with pleasure.

Before the orgasm died down, Logan brought me to my knees and shoved his massive cock in my already full mouth. The hair was pushed to the side, making my cheeks puff out. He gripped my smooth scalp and began shoving his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged as he began fucking my throat harder than he ever had. My head was jerked back and forth so fast I started getting dizzy.

“You like that baldy? You like my huge cock in your throat? This is all your good for now, being my cocksleeve!” All I could do was moan through the gags in response.

He quickly pulled out and I was finally able to breath as he forced my head down. He grabbed a handful of locks and used them to jerk himself. He started grunting.

“Oh fuck. Oh god. Shit. Look at your bald head, all shiny. No more hair for you, slut. Fuck! FUUUUCCCKKK!” He came.

His hot cum shot out, covering my bald head. There was so much, my entire scalp was covered. I fell over on my side and he sat down, both of us panting.

 

Bald and Beautiful

He untied my hands and pulled the hair out of my mouth. He smiled as he lifted my head to look into my eyes.

“That was incredible, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.” He said.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” I said, smiling. I rose to my knees.

His cum had started running down my head. Logan wiped it off, and the sensation of him rubbing the cloth over my head sent shivers down my spine.

“Close your eyes.” He said. I did.

Logan helped me to my feet and faced me towards the mirror.

“Ok, open your eyes.”

I opened my eyes.

I didn’t recognize the bald freak of a woman staring back at me. I’d never realized how big my ears were, nor how much they stuck out. My hair always hid that, but now they were out in the open. My forehead looked massive without my eyebrows. My thick mane had stopped the sun from reaching my scalp, so it was a stark white compared to my tan face, which created a horrible tan line that surrounded it. At least my head was a good shape, and now that I was bald, there was no hair to hide my curves. That didn’t really matter when compared to how bad everything else looked. I felt tears start to well in my eyes.

“I look so ugly!” I whined, “I look like a freak!” Logan walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist.

“I think you look sexy.” He said with a  smile.

“At least let me wear a wig when I’m out, Logan, please!” I begged my master.

He ran a hand up my scalp, making me shiver, and smiled.

“No, no wigs for you. I did this so everyone would know that your mine, including you. If you wear a wig, that will defeat the purpose. Oh, and no wearing making to cover up the fact that you have no eyebrows.” He ran a finger across my denuded brow “You’re my woman now, understand?”

“I understand,” I said as my stomach grew warm. I was his now. His bald woman. I smiled. “I’m your woman.” I turned around and kissed him, crying tears of joy. He was finally mine, and I had become his woman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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