Gone in a Snap

The glow of the computer monitor dimly illuminated the dark basement as Marie stared into it. The video started.

“Hello, I’m Master Jack and today we’re going to be learning a bit of business history.”

A man in a suit narrated the video while sitting in a leather chair.

“The ‘Snap Shaver’ was an innovative device created by a group of engineering grad students from Stanford. Based on groundbreaking technology, it was able to remove hair nearly instantaneously and completely painlessly, leaving behind skin far smoother than anything a razor can achieve. The way it worked was that a very narrow and strong blast of compressed air would open up the base of the follicles, and then a blast of water at the perfect angle pops the hairs out of place before they close up again.”

An animated video showed a slow motion animation of the process he described.

“And it worked too. Faster than shaving, painless, and leaving behind skin as smooth as if it had been waxed.

So you’re probably wondering then, if this technology is so great, why have I never heard of it?

Well, there was one problem the engineers never really solved. If the hair is shorter than 15 millimeters, the water just pushes it down instead of pulling it out. At 12mm, only 75% of the hair was removed, at 10mm, it’s less than half. As you could imagine, there’s not much of a market for people who want a perfectly smooth shave only after they’ve let their legs or beard grow to almost half an inch.

So they tried a new product with the technology.

The Snap Shaver 2.0 was a device meant for shaving heads. They were aiming to market it towards balding men looking to take the plunge.”

At this point, the video cut to grainy footage of the device being tested. A man with severely thinning hair put on something that looked like a large bicycle helmet and strapped it over his chin. A couple seconds later, there was some noise from the air and water in the hoses and he twitched a bit. The machine was taken off, and his hair was completely gone. The narrator continued as more footage of test subjects was shown, their hair started anywhere from a shaggy buzz to shoulder length, but each one ending up with a completely smooth scalp.

“Due to the fact that it was fixed into place, as well as refinements in the technology, they were able to make this work with hair as short as 10mm, achieving 100% removal at that length, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to make it a marketable product. While the testing volunteers were very pleased with the results, most of the focus groups agreed that they didn’t want to have to wait 4-6 weeks before shaving again. They tried marketing the device to barber shops, but independent barbers resisted this idea of a machine that would automate their jobs away, while corporate chains balked at the liability. They even tried marketing it towards prison and military customers, but were never able to begin mass producing the device before they ran out of money. The prototypes, though they worked perfectly, were auctioned off in the bankruptcy proceedings and sold for next to nothing.”

The video now zoomed in on the man’s face. He smirked.

“You might be wondering who bought the prototype? But probably not.

You’re a smart girl.

So you’ve probably figured out what the thing strapped to your head is.

Haven’t you?

You filthy slut!”

The screen went dark. Marie could hear her heart thumping in the quiet room. She was naked, save for her collar, the weird helmet on her head, the ball gag in her mouth and the smart watch on her wrist. Shoulder length blonde hair hung out the sides of the helmet. Her arms were suspended from the ceiling and her knees and ankles tied to metal loops bolted into the floor, between her legs was a sybian, with her favorite attachment. It hummed to life as another video started on the monitor. The same man, who referred to himself as Master Jack, but only allowed Marie to call him ‘Sir’, started talking again.

“I’m sure you remember the little chat we had last week. The data from your watch shows that you made yourself orgasm 92 times in the first month you wore it. Absolutely filthy. It’s a disgrace that a desperate slut like you can go around tricking people into thinking she’s a good girl with her pretty blonde hair. So seven days ago, we made a deal. If you want to keep that pretty head of golden locks, you have to prove to me that you can control your urges, and go two weeks without cumming. ”

The intensity of the sybian increased gradually, giving Marie more and more stimulation she couldn’t escape.

“I know this may feel unfair, but there are no excuses for breaking your promise. I wrote a program that listens to the bio data from your watch, and when it senses an orgasm, it will engage the Snap Shaver.”

The vibrations continued to get stronger. Sir had left Marie tied here, unable to escape, and gone to the bar to watch a hockey game. It would be hours before he would return. Marie started to shake. She couldn’t escape the orgasm that was about to happen, and when it did, that would be it for her hair.

Then right as she was about to cum, everything stopped abruptly. Another video played on the monitor.

“You’ve been such a good girl though. A whole week and not a single orgasm. You must be so desperate by now. So I decided to let you keep your hair. I wrote another program to control the vibrator. It will keep ramping up the intensity of the vibrations until you get just far enough that you could still stop, then it shuts everything down and pauses for anywhere from 3 to 7 minutes before it starts up again.”

3 to 7 minutes later, it started again. Slow at first, then building, and building and stopping abruptly, short of satisfaction. The video continued as soon as the vibrations stopped.

“See, you’re safe. As long as you’re strapped in like this, you’re no more likely to cum than if you were wearing a chastity belt. The program will keep you compliant with your promise as long as it’s running, and the only way to disable it would be to turn off the computer it’s running on. Since it’s running on my old PC, and you need to hold down the power button for 10 seconds to turn it off, there is no chance of an you disabling it by accident.”

Marie looked to her right. In the quiet darkness, she had heard the humming of the old computer fan. A button lit up green, in the 0 and 1 shape indicative of a power button. The way her arms were tied left a minimal amount of slack, but if she contorted her body the right way, the button was in reach. But she just had to ignore it. And if she did press the button, which she wouldn’t, she’d have 10 seconds to come to her senses and take her finger off.

Just when Marie thought the contraption might have been broken, the vibrations started up again. Building up and up to nothing but frustration.

Two more cycles went by. Marie contorted herself and pulled her right arm. She reached the button and pressed it, but pulled away after a second. “No. I can control myself.” she said to herself, muffled by the gag in her mouth.

Another cycle started, after an excruciating wait that must have been the full 7 minutes. She braced herself for the frustration she knew was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. As her breath slowed, Marie started doing math. It had been 6 cycles. If the average time between was 5 minutes, that was half an hour, plus the time it had been actually running made it 45, maybe 50 minutes. That would mean she had almost 2 hours left, and after all that, she’d have to torture herself even further by going another week without masturbating. She noticed the sound of the computer fan had stopped and looked to her right, at the outstretched finger that had been pressing the power button for the last 10 seconds. While her mind was deliberating, her body made a decision.

There was no safety now. The next time the sybian started, it wouldn’t stop until she came, and when she did, she’d be bald.

But instead of the toy starting up, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and the door opening. It was Sir, holding a laptop. He wasn’t at the bar afterwards.

“I knew you were too much of a slut to resist. I’m surprised you made it this far.” He cackled

He untied her legs and made new knots, securing each ankle to braces on the ceiling and pulling them up and apart. Her pussy dripped fluid as it was separated from the rubber interface. Now hanging spreadeagle from the ceiling with all her limbs restrained, Marie could only hold still and watch as Jack began to please her orally. With his skilled fingers and tongue, it was only a matter of time. As she was getting close, he looked at the graph on the laptop screen and stopped.

“Ah ah, almost there, but I want you to think about it, are you really so desperate to cum that you’d sacrifice your hair?”

He took the gag out of Marie’s mouth.

“Yes!” She screamed “I don’t care if I go bald, I need to cum now!”

He put the gag back in her mouth.

“Hmm… you don’t care if you go bald? That doesn’t sound like you’re very into it. Look I didn’t mean to make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with, so I’m just going to count this as you having kept yourself from pressing the button for long enough, and give you the gift I was going to if you made it the whole time.”

Marie felt something made of silicone and metal being placed around her waist and over her crotch. She looked down and could tell what it was. A chastity belt. It had been a while since Sir had made her wear it.

“I mentioned earlier that the program would keep you as safe from your temptations as a chastity belt, so for the next week, I’m going to give you the real thing.” He secured the belt and locked it into place with a padlock. He placed the key in a clear box and showed it to her. “This is a timed lockbox. I put the key in here, and enter an amount of time. Lets see, 7 days times 24 hours, carry the zero… that’s 168 hours.”

He typed 168:00 into the box as Marie’s muffled screams grew more desperate.

“And now I just have to press this button and, you win, no more orgasms for the next week. You’ll get to keep your pretty blonde hair and…” He put his finger on the button and paused “Wait, were you saying something?”

He removed Marie’s gag “Please sir… please take the belt off! Please make me bald, sir. I want to be bald. I need to be. Please, please, get this hair off my head because filthy sluts like me don’t deserve hair anywhere. My head should match my pussy. PLEASE! I promise that if this thing doesn’t work I’ll shave it myself just please PLEASE LET ME CUM!”

Jack laughed, took the key out of the box, and removed the belt from Marie. He kneeled between her suspended legs, kissing her inner thighs, slowly creeping closer to the center, until he slid two fingers inside of her with ease and teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. The index and middle finger of his left hand, using skills honed from decades of guitar, played their familiar song on her G spot while his tongue reciprocated at the other end of her clit. Her heart raced.

“Yes! Please! Please make me bald! Please! I want to be your bald pet so badly!”

They heard the sound of a pneumatic actuator and running water. Marie felt a quick wave of pressure and chill race across her head. Her heartbeat slowed as Jack pulled back and licked his fingers.

“Did… Uhh… did it… work?” She asked, wrists and ankles immobilized and unable to touch it. She could feel the hair still touching her scalp.

He unhooked the chinstrap and pulled the device off Marie’s head. The damp hair falling to the ground made a splat. Jack wiped her scalp with his hand and more hair fell on the floor.

“Uhh yeah… Actually it looks like it worked perfectly.”

He lowered her and unshackled her arms and legs, letting her feel her scalp for the first time.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is real. It’s so smooth!”

“That’s right. You can’t control yourself, so now you’re my bald slut. And what do bald sluts like to do?”

She grinned “Bald sluts love to do this, sir”

She unzipped his pants and took his belt off, They had already been struggling to hold in place around his erection. With those obstacles out of the way, she took his cock in her mouth and placed his hands on her head. Jack was amazed at how smooth it felt. Like skin on the inside of someone’s arm that had never grown hair. As Marie practiced her prodigious talents, Jack was now the one trying to keep himself from cumming, and he wasn’t going to be much more successful. At the last possible second, he warned her, pulled out and shot his load all over Marie’s newly bald scalp.

 

Afterwards, Marie went in the upstairs bathroom, bringing nothing but her phone. Jack started to worry about her when she hadn’t come out for a while, until he checked the data feed from her watch and realized she was in the middle of her second orgasm since she’d gone in there. By the time she took the easiest shower of her life and left the bathroom, Jack had cleaned all the severed hair and bodily fluids from his basement and was watching the end of the hockey game he’d claimed to have been watching earlier.

Marie, still as naked and bald as before, gave him the look and went back down to the basement. Jack turned off the TV and followed her with his laptop.

Back into Master mode, he took her to the leather couch in the basement and bent her over his lap, showing her the chart on the screen of his computer.

“You absolute pervert. You made yourself cum 6 times in an hour. Clearly, a desperate slut like you doesn’t deserve to have hair.”

“No sir. I’m your bald pet, sir.”

“That’s right. And since you failed to prove to me that you’re worthy of hair, this time I am going to make it harder.” He spanked her. “Starting tomorrow, you’re going to go a month without making yourself cum, and if you can’t, as soon as your hair gets long enough, I’m going to use that thing again, and again.” Another spank. “You’ll be my bald pet until you can learn to control yourself!” He spanked her harder.

“Oh uhh… Avocado” she said awkwardly. That was the safe word.

“Oh shit I’m sorry” Jack apologized, embarrassed “I mean it’s fucking awesome that you actually went through with it, and you look absolutely amazing, but if you don’t want to do that again, I completely understand.”

“No, that’s not it. I mean you’re god damn right I look amazing, and the idea of you taking my hair away to punish me, gotta admit that’s really doing it for me… It’s just. You said in that video that you have to grow the hair out for a month, maybe even 6 weeks, before you can use the machine again? I just didn’t really want to do that. So I was looking at these foil shavers. The one I bought has really good reviews…”

“Wait what?” Jack was confused. “When did you have time for online shopping?”

Marie pointed at one of the peaks on the graph. “I think this is where I hit ‘Confirm Order'”

She rubbed her head some more. “I hope you were telling the truth when you said you wanted me bald.”

He rubbed her head as well, still amazed with its smoothness “Mmm, yeah, it’s prefect on you.”

“Well good” she replied “Because I’ve been a very, very bad girl and I think the only way you can really teach me a lesson is if you take away my hair privileges for a long, long time. Maybe forever.” She climbed on top of him and unzipped his pants, whispering in his ear as she slid his erect cock inside of her. “I know you probably want to use your machine again though. Maybe if you make me go to the club without a wig tomorrow night, someone else will want to try it.”