Billionaire Bondage Party

Kira stared out the window of the chauffeured Mercedes-Benz, fidgeting with her dark brown hair as she watched the bright glow of the city slowly fade into the dim lights of the Hamptons. The danger inherent in what she was doing made her both nervous and excited. Ever since she became old enough to gain entry into the underground clubs, Kira had been a star of the local BDSM scene. She had been dominated by what seemed like every man and woman in New York City, and dominated many of them back. Just as she felt it was starting to get stale, she received a golden ticket. The man who invited her to this party was not a familiar face, but people she trusted in the scene had vouched for him. He would not be in attendance himself, he was merely a recruiter for a very elite club. The club didn’t have a name, but the recruiter assured Kira that membership for men was for more expensive than any golf course, while membership for submissive women was free of charge, but needed to be earned. She had no reason to doubt the legitimacy of this club so far, as a driver had shown up outside her apartment precisely at 7 PM to take her to the estate where the party would be taking place.

As the driver slowly meandered down the long, winding driveway, the house came into view. It could be better described as a palace- outlandishly garish, but tasteful and meticulously maintained. Every car parked in the circular drive was more impressive than the last. Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, a vintage Ferrari and a black Bugatti on the end. As soon as the Mercedes came to a stop, a valet in a tuxedo opened the door for Kira and escorted her to the entrance of the house, which was guarded by a pair of uniformed police officers.

As she entered the grand foyer, she was escorted to a small room to the side. A tall, slender man with a British accent greeted her.

“Good evening, madam, I take it you have brought your ticket”

Kira reached into her purse and produced the golden ticket. It was the size of a credit card, but was a plain golden-colored plastic rectangle with an RFID chip embedded. The man scanned the card into a computer and it beeped.

“Excellent, madam. Just a few things before you enter. First, I must take your purse and mobile phone. There will be absolutely no photography allowed inside. Secondly, we must ask that you sign a non-disclosure agreement. If you discuss the events of tonight’s affair with anyone, it will be met with strict legal action, do you understand?”

“Sure, no problem.” Kira replied as she handed over her purse and phone, and quickly glanced over the NDA before signing it. It was already standard procedure in the community to check your phones at the door and never talk about what went on to anyone who wasn’t there.

The man instructed Kira to raise her arms as he thoroughly scanned her with a metal-detecting wand. Her black dress was far too tight to smuggle anything, but he was very thorough regardless.

When he finished, he produced a leather collar with a golden pendant engraved with the number 7 and placed it around Kira’s neck.

“Ooh, kinky.” She smiled as he secured the collar.

“Yes, from here on out, you will be referred to as Number 7. A lucky number for some. Enjoy the festivities.”

He led Kira towards the main area of the house- a room the size of a theater. A semicircular stage had been constructed on one side of the room, and an array of luxurious leather sofas surrounded it. Ornate crystal chandeliers provided dim light as the sun retreated below the horizon.

Some of the people in the room wore leather masks, some didn’t. She noticed that a few of the other woman had collars just like hers. The ones who didn’t seemed to be there as the company of a man. A woman stood on the stage, tall, gorgeous and commanding with bright red lipstick, her shining, blonde ponytail reached well below her waist, and her toned body was clad in a tight leather suit. She whipped the bare ass of a middle-aged man who was bent over, cuffed to a chair. Though he was in a compromising position, Kira could tell that his suit cost more than she made in 6 months.

There were around 40 people in the room. Kira spotted the bar and headed over to get a drink. She was more of a beer drinker herself, but since this was a classy event, she asked the bartender for a gin martini. As one bartender was shaking her cocktail, a tall, handsome man with salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard approached the bar next to her. The other bartender handed him a bottle of beer without having to be asked.

“Seven. My favorite number.” He remarked, seductively fingering her collar and twisting the beer bottle around so that she could see the label which read Tank 7. “This must be your first time.”

“Umm… yeah” Kira replied back nervously. Ironically, the man being whipped by a leather-clad dominatrix was the one thing about this place that made her feel most comfortable.

He led her to a couch where they made conversation over drinks, he introduced himself as Michael. He kept referring to a “tournament” but never explained what he meant. As they were talking, curtains closed over the stage and she could hear something that sounded like heavy equipment being moved behind it. After about 20 minutes, the dominatrix that Kira had seen before stepped back on the stage, a microphone in one hand and a long whip in the other.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” She began as the room turned silent around her and a spotlight pointed at the stage “As I am sure most of you know, I am Mistress Lexi and as I will be your emcee for this evening.”

A few people in the room applauded as she paused, then continued.

“Since it’s March, the festivities for this evening are going to be a kind of tournament among the special invitees. I won’t bore everyone with a speech, so we’re going to get started right away. I’d like everyone with a numbered collar to join me on the main stage and line up in order!”

Kira was a bit surprised. That meant her. Eight girls walked on stage, each with a numbered gold-and-leather collar, and each one more strikingly beautiful than the last.

When everyone had lined up, mistress Lexi continued. “Now, let me go over the rules. This will be a single elimination tournament with a new round every hour. The games each round will be different, but one thing will be the same: the losers will be punished! If you do not wish to compete, you may concede at any time, and of course, you are all free to leave this party whenever you wish. Now, you will begin this round as you will begin all rounds…” she paused for dramatic effect “Take off everything but your collars! Don’t worry, you’ll get your clothes back… if you win!”

The way she said it was so commanding and in-charge that none of the girls on stage hesitated or questioned it at all. Kira needed #8 to help her unzip her dress, and she returned the favor. Kira had nothing on under her dress and she stood completely naked as soon as it hit the floor. She was glad that she had made a last minute decision to get a fresh waxing done. When all eight of the new invitees had taken their clothes off, the stage curtains opened, revealing four chairs that looked like they came from a gynecologist’s office.

“Now, numbers 1 through 4, get in the chairs!” Lexi commanded, and the girls with 1 thru 4 on their collars obeyed. Then she commanded numbers 5 thru 8 to approach the chairs in reverse order. Kira stood in front of the spread legs of girl #2, a tall black girl with a triangle of pubic hair above her smooth, dark lips.

“The objective for this round is to make your opponent cum.” Lexi explained. “Try to make her cum as quickly as possible, through any means necessary. After 10 minutes, you will trade places. Whoever makes their opponent cum fastest wins this round. Am I clear?”

None of the girls had any questions. The ones who were standing nodded and the ones lying in the gyno chairs gave a thumbs up. Not a single participant even considered conceding or leaving. Mistress Lexi gave the signal to start and Kira dove right in between girl #2’s long legs. She had become quite experienced at eating pussy by this point, and expertly tongued the girl’s large clit while using two fingers to massage her g spot. After only about 3 minutes, she heard the girl in the chair to her left start to moan. A bell rang and a light above her chair turned on. A minute or so later, Kira’s opponent made similar sounds and then grabbed on to her hair and pressed her face into her pussy. The bell rang right above her and her light went on too. Nobody told her to stop, so Kira figured she might as well keep going, she managed to coax another orgasm out of her opponent before the time ran out.

They switched places, and the other girl was much more timid with Kira’s sensitive parts. When it became clear that Kira had won, she helped her opponent out, guiding her tongue and fingers and positioning herself optimally. She manager to cum only seconds before the buzzer went off to signal the end of the round.

Mistress Lexi walked back on to the stage and began to read the results off a card. “In our first matchup, #1 had a time of 7 minutes and 32 seconds, while #8 had a time of… wow! 2 minutes and 49 seconds! Impressive!” Kira looked at the partygoers and saw some men handing stacks of cash to others. They must have been betting on this. Lexi continued “And in our second match, #2 had a time of 9 minutes and 40 seconds, while #7 finished off her opponent in 5 minutes flat!”

Kira looked over to Michael. He had a wide grin on his face. He held out his palm as another man handed him what appeared to be a set of car keys.

Lexi finished announcing the winners. #3 had beaten out #6 by less than a minute, while #5 had won by default, with #4 failing to make her cum. The winners’ clothes were waiting for them, and Kira struggled to get back into her dress, needing help to zip it up and wondering if it was really even necessary to put it back on. She joined Michael on the couch and sat in his lap as the losers, still naked, were ushered into a room behind the stage.

“Good job!” He exclaimed to her as he slowly rubbed her thigh. He handed her the car key he had just won, which was shaped like a tiny car. “It’s a Tesla Model S. I don’t need any more of them so this is for you. I guess you need me to hold on to the key though.” he chuckled

Kira couldn’t believe Michael had just given her a car so casually. How rich was this guy? While she was staring dumbfounded at the keys to her new ride, he produced a cigar and a lighter and began to smoke. Kira detected a distinct odor of cannabis.

“Are you allowed to smoke that in here?” she asked him nervously.

“I don’t see why not! It’s my house!” He replied with a grin.

“You live here?” Kira replied in shock.

Michael took a long drag from the blunt and exhaled, then replied “For a couple weekends a year I suppose.”

He passed the blunt to Kira and she happily obliged. As they took turns taking drags, he caressed her body, slowly moving his hands around her tight dress, then playing with her long hair.

“You like my hair?” She asked.

“I’d like it a lot more in a pile on the floor.” he replied.

Kira thought he was using that line in reference to his dress, and was about to correct him, but she just chuckled instead. She thought it was charming to see such a rich, powerful man stoned and stumbling on his words.

A couple minutes later, the girl with the #6 collar approached their sofa. She was still naked, but an intricately-tied rope held her arms behind her back and a serving tray at her waist was held up by a rope strung tightly between her legs.

“She’s here to take our drink orders. Would you like another martini?” Michael asked Kira

“Oh, uhh, I’ll just have one of the beers you’re drinking.” She replied.

She returned quickly with the beers, and after Michael placed the beers on the table, she turned around and bent over. He gave her ass a hard spank.

Kira remained seated. “You should tip the waitstaff.” He told her with a nudge.

The girl remained bent over, wiggling her butt to invite a spank. Kira slapped her butt half-heartedly. She said to Kira “That’s all you’ve got?”

“She’s disappointed with your tip.” Michael remarked. Kira spanked her again, much harder this time, which seemed to satisfy #6. She turned to wink at Kira as she walked away.

Meanwhile, Kira could hear noises coming from behind the stage curtain again. It sounded like something even heavier than before. A couple minutes after the moving noises stopped, all four waitresses approached the stage and bent over with their backsides towards the crowd, some with red handprints from the more generous tips. As the stage light turned back on, Lexi ascended, majestically galloping in her heels and struck all four of the previous round’s losers with one fluid motion of her whip. This spectacle signaled that the next round was about to begin as the naked waitresses dispersed.

Mistress Lexi took hold of the microphone and called numbers 3, 5, 7 and 8 back on stage to line up in order and remove their clothes. Once again, her commands were obeyed without question. Kira once again needed #8 to help her get out of her dress, and she returned the favor.

All eyes were on the stage. Some of the non-collared members had been engaging in various acts of sex and bondage, but they had all paused to watch the events unfold Michael sat alone on his couch, reclining with his feet on the table as he sipped his beer and looked straight at Kira.

The mistress waved her hands and the stage curtains opened to applause. She allowed the remaining contestants to turn around and see the next challenge. There were 4 cubicles, about the size of bathroom stalls, but instead of a toilet, each one had a sybian in the middle.

Mistress Lexi addressed the party. “The next challenge is very simple. Whichever two participants can last the longest will advance to the next round. These devices are programmed to keep increasing in intensity as time goes by. The stalls are all soundproofed, and the doors are one way mirrors, so you can see them, but they can’t see you. There will be no way for the contestants to know how long they need to stay on in order to win.”

Kira got in the third stall and the door closed behind her. Sure enough, she could see only her own reflection in the door, and could hear nothing of the room around her. Techno music played over speakers inside the stall to drown out any stray noises that may slip through. She mounted the sybian, facing towards the mirror, and when she heard a ding over the speakers, it sprung to life. At first, it vibrated gently inside of her, but that vibration gradually grew more intense. As an orgasm became inevitable, she braced herself to make sure she wouldn’t fall off. Kira was given no respite though. The machine didn’t stop, and continued to vibrate with more power and higher frequency, the hum becoming audible over the music. As her second climax approached, she completely lost track of where and who she was. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the floor of the stall. The sybian hummed away without her, glistening with the fluids she had left behind.

The door wasn’t opening. Kira wasn’t sure whether that meant she had lost and was waiting for the others to finish or if the doors were set to open on a timer. She wasn’t sure what to do in the mean time, so she stood up and danced to the music.

When the door did open, there were four contraptions in front of the stages that weren’t there before. Kira realized that they were padded benches with restraints for the arms, legs and waists that would hold the user in a doggy-style position. Next to each one was a shelf with condoms, lubricants and various toys. Sure enough, Mistress Lexi commanded all four of them to get in the devices, and went down the line one by one, locking the restraints in place. She whispered into Kira’s ear “There’s a red panic button by your left hand that opens the cuffs.”

Lexi spoke into the microphone again. “Now that we’ve got all the contestants in place, we’ll let them know who won. These restraints are controlled by a timer. The two who lasted the longest will be let out immediately. The other two will have their timers set to midnight, which is about two hours away. Of course, anyone locked in these devices will be available for free use to anyone at the party!”

Kira looked at Michael. He seemed confident. Did that mean he knew she had won, or was it because he’d be the first to fuck her while she was restrained to the bench?

The mistress turned towards the contestants. There was no point addressing the partygoers, since they already knew who had won. “In first place” she announced “is number 3!” Kira looked to her right as the restraints popped open and the slender redhead stood up. She picked her clothes up off the floor and dressed herself as the others waited in suspense. Unlike Kira, she had worn underwear, and took her time to get dressed when she realized the other girls would have to wait until she was finished.

Finally, she walked off the stage and Lexi continued. “And in second place…” She paused for what seemed like an eternity, looking each contestant in the eye with an evil grin “number seven!”

Kira’s restraints popped open. She got up and began putting her dress back on, but realizing she had nobody to help her, she said “Fuck it”, left it on the stage and walked back to Michael’s couch naked. The devices containing two losers were carried off the stage and placed in the center of the room.

They watched as the female partygoers lined up around #8, wanting to test drive the tongue that made a girl cum in under 3 minutes, though she wasn’t as proficient without the use of her hands and with the distraction of a masked man fucking her from behind. Michael fingered Kira’s swollen clit and smooth pussy. He whispered in her ear “I love the feeling of hairless skin.” She reached for his hard cock with her hand, but he pushed it away he told her “not yet.” He teased her for the next hour as they drank, mixing in a Red Bull to make sure they didn’t get drowsy. She wanted nothing more than to rip his pants off and mount him. His patience felt like much stricter bondage than anything the girls in the restraints were enduring.

Finally, Mistress Lexi took to the stage again and commanded numbers 3 and 7 to join her on stage, and for #3 to disrobe. One of the two unused restraint devices was still on the stage. This time, each of them was given a strap-on with a fairly sizeable dildo, which the mistress helped them secure tightly. She huddled the two finalists together and whispered “the judge likes it in the ass.” Kira was confused as to what that meant.

Lexi spoke into the microphone. “For the final round, we will see how skilled our finalists are when they’re the one with the cock! Each one will have five minutes to impress the judge, and then the winner will be decided, while the loser will face a punishment that is… a hell of a lot more severe than the losers of the last two rounds! As for the judge, she’ll be placed in this dastardly device on stage and given earplugs and a blindfold so she can’t see or hear anything that’s going on- for fairness’ sake of course.” She inspected the device. “Hmm… looks like somebody removed the panic button… and set this one to lock in place until 1 AM. That’s weird” She looked around the room with a grin.

“So… as for the judge for the final round… seeing as #4 finished dead last in the first round, #4, come up to the stage!”

The girl with the #4 collar appeared from a back room. She was naked save for the collar around her neck. The ropes had been untied, but the marks in her skin that they left behind were still visible. Her ass was bright red from all the spanking. The mistress whispered something in hear ear, then held her hands up as #4 helped her slip out of her tight leather top. She had nothing underneath except for a patina of sweat and diamond studs pierced through each nipple. The girl with the #4 collar then slid the mistress’ leather pants down. Underneath them, a soaking-wet pair of silk panties clung to her shapely ass. The mistress whispered more instructions to #4 and handed her some items from the shelf. Using a small pair of scissors, she snipped off the mistress’ panties, then wadded them up and shoved them in her mouth, sealing it shut with a piece of tape. Then she placed earplugs in Mistress Lexi’s ears and tied a blindfold around her head.

Kira realized what was going on. Mistress Lexi wasn’t tormenting #4 by making her be the judge. She was the judge. As #4 bent her over and secured her into the device that would imprison her until 1 AM, Kira noticed the crystal butt plug between the once-commanding mistress’ cheeks glinting in the dim light.

When she was done locking the party’s emcee in to the restraints, #4 turned to Kira and #3 and gave some more explanation. “Ok, so you’re going to rock paper scissors for who goes first. A buzzer will go off when your time is up, and then you get locked into the chains back there until she picks the winner.”

Kira didn’t know what chains she was talking about. Sure enough, when she had been focused on the mistress transforming from dom to sub, the curtains behind her had been opened. There were two pairs of chains hanging from the ceiling with cuffs on the end, and another two pairs secured to the floor.

Kira and #3 faced each other to decide who would go first. Kira chose rock. #3 chose scissors. Kira would go first.

The first thing Kira did was apply a generous amount of lube to her strap on. She intended to follow the mistress’ hint about liking it in the ass, but there was something in the way. She spent the first minute of her time getting the butt plug out. It was much larger in diameter than it looked on the outside, which meant that the dildo slid in easily. After that, she was a bit clumsy, having very little experience wielding a strap on and zero experience performing anal sex on another woman.. She had the idea to apply a vibrator to Lexi’s clit, but the buzzer rang only seconds later and it didn’t seem like she had made her cum. Kira hoped #3 would be as inexperienced as she was, as #4 helped her out of the strap on and locked her wrists and ankles into place, leaving her standing with her legs spread wide and her arms raised.

Unfortunately for Kira, #3 appeared to be a lot more skilled than she was with a strap on. She used the vibrator right off the bat, and knew how to position her legs to get a better angle. Lexi’s moans were audible even though her mouth was sealed, and she squirted all over the floor with time to spare, much to the delight of the crowd. #3 walked back with a swagger in her step, removed her strap on and locked herself into the chains without help.

#4 removed the tape from Lexi’s mouth and took the ruined panties out, then removed her blindfold and earplugs.

Lexi struggled to catch her breath. “The second one wins! Definitely the second one!” She shouted. As her breathing returned to normal, #4 brought the microphone to her lips. “Now… As for the punishment. The losers of the last two rounds lost their clothes, but the loser of this round will end up much more naked. Bring out the barber!”

Kira was shocked. That didn’t mean what she thought it meant, did it? A bald man walked on to the stage with a duffle bag, while someone else rolled a large mirror in front of Kira so she could see what was happening to her, then released girl #3.

Lexi continued. “And #4, go show #7 what you’ve learned tonight while she receives her punishment.”

#4 knelt between Lexi’s spread legs and began to go down on her. Meanwhile, the barber produced a pair of shears from his bag. “Last chance to back down.” He told Kira.

“Do it” she replied.

The barber started by brushing her hair forward so it covered her perky breasts. Then he snipped across the front, leaving her with short bangs as the hair covering her chest fell to the floor. Some small bits of hair clung to Kira’s face but she had no way to sweep them away, with her hands shackled. Next, the barber went around the sides and trimmed just above the ears. Piles of long black hair fell on #4 as she swatted them aside to focus on the task at hand. She had clearly learned something about eating pussy. Kira couldn’t tell whether #4 had improved significantly in only a few hours or if the excitement of the situation was turning her on, but she was already about to cum. The barber finished shearing the hair on the back of Kira’s head, leaving her with what resembled a sloppy bowl cut.

Next, the barber picked up a pair of clippers and began to even out the messy remains of Kira’s once-glorious mane. Somewhere between the left temple and the nape of her neck, Kira gave in to an earth-shattering orgasm. When she opened her eyes, she had a short pixie cut. The barber had paused to change the guard on his clippers and #4 had paused to wipe the stray hairs off her face with a towel.

“Don’t stop!” Kira cried out.

The girl beneath her obeyed, sticking a second finger inside of Kira and going back to work with her tongue. Meanwhile, the barber was buzzing at the sides of her head with no guard. She felt the warm, bare metal against her temples slowly moving up and down as #4’s tongue and fingers stimulated her most sensitive areas. After the barber finished giving back and sides an extremely short fade, he used a comb to start giving Kira a flat top. She couldn’t hold off the next orgasm any longer and gave in. When she came to, she saw that he involuntary head movement had ruined the flat top, causing him to buzz a bare patch right down the middle of her forehead.

Now two women from the audience had joined her on the stage. These appeared to be established members of the club. One was a petite young woman with her waist-length red hair in a braid wearing a full-body latex suit. The other, a heavily-tattooed Asian woman with short, spiky hair, led her on a leash. They allowed #4 to step aside and took her place. The Asian attached a pair of clamps to Kira’s nipples that were connected by a chain, then knelt and began vigorously eating Kira’s pussy. Meanwhile, the redhead spread her cheeks apart and slowly licked her asshole.

Now the barber mowed a path right down the middle of Kira’s scalp with the clippers. He took his time, doing in two minutes what he could have done in 20 seconds, as every sensitive part of Kira’s body was simultaneously stimulated. Finally, he flicked his wrists a couple times and swiftly buzzed off Kira’s eyebrows. She had a moment to catch her breath as he disassembled the clippers and dropped the head in a jar of cleaning solution.

The barber filled a bowl with shaving cream and spread it over her scalp. The two women who had been orally pleasuring her helped spread the cream over every inch of her body. They began to shave each of her legs with safety razors while the barber adeptly scraped her scalp and eyebrows clean with a straight razor, each pass leaving nothing but smooth skin behind. He spread another layer on and repeated the process, as the women finished Kira’s legs and moved on to her pussy and armpits. Kira had already shaved everything below the neck but they were making sure everything was extremely thorough. After they finished the arms, back and chest, they wiped Kira clean with a warm, wet towel and spread a lotion over her that made her skin shine from head to toe.

As the barber and the two women took a bow and exited the stage, Michael approached her. Oh shit, she forgot all about Michael. As much as she enjoyed being shaved like that, would he still even find her attractive?

He unlocked the shackles around Kira’s wrists and ankles and gently led her by the hand to a sofa directly in front of the stage. Mistress Lexi smiled at them from her restraints just a few feet away as the tattooed Asian woman fucked her from behind with a strap on while the redhead licked her pussy. Michael began to kiss Kira as he caressed her smooth scalp. She reached for his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, this time he did not stop her. She slid his pants off, and he was rock hard. He laid Kira down on her back and thrust his cock into her, as her pussy welcomed it with abundant lubrication. Kira’s eyes rolled back into her head as she experienced the best orgasm of her life. It could have lasted 5 seconds or 5 minutes or 5 hours but time lost all meaning to her.

After the sex, Kira laid down on the couch in post-coital bliss, rehydrating herself with a bottle of water while Michael stroked her scalp and took a puff from another blunt.

“Do you still think I’m pretty with a bald head?” she asked Michael.

“Not only do I still think you’re pretty, I think you look more beautiful than you did before. There is nothing I find more attractive than a woman without hair.” He replied without hesitation as he massaged her head. “In fact, I’ve never seen anyone look as good as you do right now, except, of course, for my wife.”

“Your… wife?” Kira replied, shocked. “Does she… uhh… know about this?”

“Yes, of course I do!” replied a voice from behind her. She sat up to see where that voice was coming from and saw Mistress Lexi smirking at her.

“Wait?” Kira was confused “She’s your wife? But you just said you like women without hair and hers is really, really long.”

Michael laughed. He pulled on Lexi’s ponytail, holding her head up, then gently tugged at the hair on the corner of her nape until suddenly, the entire wig popped off, revealing a shiny, smooth head underneath.

“Holy shit!” Kira exclaimed “I had no idea that was a wig. It looks so real!”

“It’s not the kind of wig you can buy in stores.” Lexi bragged between moans “And it…” she paused to bite her lip as the woman behind her increased the force of her thrusts “stays on with a vacuum seal, so I have to keep everything perfectly smooth underneath. You like it?”

“Yeah” Kira replied in amazement as she brushed the 3-foot-long strands “It feels just like real hair.”

“That’s because it is, and we had two more commissioned. One is just for you. Looks exactly like your old hair.”

“Two of them?” Lexi replied, puzzled. “Who is the other one for?”

“You’ll see. Just wait for the grand finale.” She winked at Kira.

Finale? Kira thought she was the finale!

The next couple hours came and went. The partygoers engaged in all sorts of debauchery on and off the stage that kept Kira wondering if each act was the grand finale she had been promised. When the clock struck 1, Mistress Lexi’s restraints popped open. She allowed the man behind her to finish before she moved. Kira recognized him as a US senator. Though she disagreed with his politics, she was impressed by his stamina.

Lexi disappeared for a while to clean herself up. When she reappeared, she was wearing an iridescent dress and matching stilettos, and held her whip again. She now sported shoulder length brown hair. The blonde wig had been put aside for safe keeping. The spotlight turned back on as she took to the stage and made a beckoning motion. The tattooed Asian woman walked up to stage, her leashed submissive in tow. The petite redhead’s hair was no longer braided. Now loose and straightened, it reached almost to her ankles. Lexi spoke into the microphone.

“Those of you who were at the party we hosted here last year may have remembered that I lost a wager. Mistress Pris here won ownership of my pet Lyra for one year.” She turned to the redhead and addressed her. “Now, pet, I understand that Pris is a cruel mistress. What has she not allowed you to do in the last year?”

“Cum!” she answered immediately

Lexi laughed and asked another question. “Yes, but what else has she not allowed you to do?”

“Shave!” she answered, again without hesitation.

“And have you complied?” Lexi questioned the redhead.

“Yes mistress!”

“May we see?”

Lyra began unzipping and squeezing out of her latex body suit, with help from Pris. Underneath, she was incredibly hirsute, and she was undoubtedly a natural redhead. The hairs under her armpits were a few inches long, and were as straight and shiny as the hair on her head. Her legs were hairier than most men, and her mound of pubic hair was so massive, it was hard to even tell she was locked into a chastity belt.

“Wow!” Remarked Lexi “That is certainly something.”

Mistress Pris spoke into the microphone. “She has been taking hair growth supplements and has stuck to a daily routine of washing and conditioning.”

Lexi nodded and addressed her pet. “Now that you are mine again, I will do you a courtesy. For tonight and tonight only, you may decide what to do with your hair.”

“Thank you mistress!” replied Lyra immediately “Please make my hair look like hers!” she pointed at Kira.

Lexi whipped the sub’s butt and asked again “What was that?”

“Please shave me! Please! I want to look just like her” the sub replied again.

“How could you say that? You have such lovely red hair, and so much of it. If you wish for me to take your hair tonight, I will never let you grow it again. Is that what you want?” Lexi asked her as she whipped her even harder.

“Yes mistress, please!” Lyra pleaded again.

“Then beg!” Lexi commanded.

The naked, hairy redhead got down on her knees “Please shave me! Please shave all of my hair off and never allow me to grow it back. Keep it as a trophy and use it as a reminder that I belong to you!”

Lexi and Pris lifted Lyra by the arms and locked her into the same shackles Kira had been in when she was shaved. Pris unlocked and removed the chastity belt before shackling Lyra’s ankles while Lexi used a pair of zip ties to make two giant pigtails out of the sub’s hair.

As Michael began to finger Kira, he told her that Lexi intended to have another wig made out of the severed strands, as she had always wanted to be a redhead.

There were no intermediate haircuts this time. Lexi placed a set of clippers with no guard right in the center of Lyra’s forehead and slowly razed a path down the middle, carefully cutting as close to the scalp as possible. She kept buzzing the hair from the center out, careful not to damage the strands she had already removed. As Kira watched closely, she noticed that there was something under the hair. Lexi kept shaving further and further out until she reached the side of Lyra’s head and the gargantuan pigtail fell to the floor, then again on the other side. She tilted Lyra’s head down.

Kira saw what was under the hair. A tattoo, which covered most of her scalp, stopping a couple inches short of the hairline on each side. It was an intricate floral design with two words. It read, in large letters: LEXI’S PET.

“Are you going to make me get a tattoo on my head?” Kira asked Michael nervously.

“Not unless you want one.” he reassured her. “She wanted a permanent reminder of her status that would be located she could cover up at her day job.”

“She has a day job?” Kira asked. She was surprised to hear that.

“Oh, Lyra, yeah she’s a senior VP at one of the most prestigious investment firms in Manhattan. Harvard MBA. She’s a real shark.” he explained.

Meanwhile, Lexi made her way down Lyra’s body with the clippers. She quickly buzzed off both eyebrows, which were barely noticeable to begin with. Then she took one tuft of armpit hair and twisted it into a knot, clipping it with the other hand until the whole thing came off. She set it aside on the floor to save, then did the same thing with the other armpit. Once those had been taken care of, she started on the sprawling patch of bright red pubic hair stretching to Lyra’s belly button. Lyra bit her lip and closed her eyes as the vibrations of the clippers got closer to her pussy. When Lexi had removed most of the hair from the girl’s crotch, Kira noticed there was something under that hair too. A red heart around her pussy, with the top vertex stopping just above her clit. Above the heart, the tattoo read “FOR L ONLY”. After Lexi gathered the sheared pubic hair in a pile, she rubbed Lyra’s swollen clit, but pulled away as soon as she started to moan, picking up the clippers and hastily mowing down her leg hair.

With Pris’ help, Lexi spread shaving foam over Lyra’s entire body, from head to toe. She used a straight razor and worked her way up, starting with the calves, then shins, then the thighs. As Kira watched from the sofa, she it made her nervous to see such a sharp blade near another woman’s most sensitive parts, but Lexi removed every bit of shaving foam and hair without drawing so much as a drop of blood.

Lexi scraped the shaving foam off Lyra’s upper body, arms and armpits next, getting the last of the foam below the neck. Then she adeptly scraped the foam off Lyra’s face, leaving only the white cap on her scalp. she held her pet’s head still with one hand and shaved it clean with the other, towering over her in her high heels. She wiped off the stray scraps of hair and smudges of shaving foam from Lyra’s body, then spread a lotion over her that made her bare skin glisten. Just like that, the hairiest woman Kira had ever seen was now smooth from head to toe, just like her.

“Thank you mistress!” Lyra cried out.

“And now it’s time to do the other thing Pris wouldn’t allow!” Lexi spoke into the microphone.

She knelt beneath Lyra’s spread legs and began eating her out and fingering her. A year of chastity did not seem to have dulled her sensitivity. Quite the opposite, in fact. Within a minute, Lyra was already crying out “YES, YES, PLEASE, PLEASE!” and shortly after, her body convulsed, the telltale signs of an orgasm.

It was the first orgasm Lyra had been allowed in a long, long time, but not the last she would have that night. After seeing his wife’s pet get shaved, Michael was ready to go again, and he fucked Kira on the couch while Lexi brought Lyra over and fucked her with a strap on. Both bald girls enthusiastically rubbed each other’s heads.

As the party wound down, Kira took the opportunity to chat with Lyra and ask her some of the myriad questions she had. Lyra had been recruited from an underground BDSM club in New York City a few years ago just like her. She now received invites to these parties as the guest of a permanent member, which would likely also be the case with Kira in the future. Furthermore, Lyra was only into girls, so she assured Kira that they would not be competing for Michael’s attention. What interested Kira most though, was the tattoos. She reassured Kira that she wouldn’t be pressured to get any permanent modifications done to her body. They were actually her idea, a reward that Lexi let her have for being a good girl, and had all been done in one session at a party two years ago while she was tied up. Kira didn’t have any tattoos of her own, but she was already hatching a plan for how she could be the grand finale next time.