Aram
Im not that spoiled anymore part 2
After my mistress shaved and polished my head and posted a video of it, she took me down from the cross and said, “We’re going out. We’ll have a little party at home, just us and the girls, to celebrate your first video. We’ll also show the girls your shiny head.” When she untied me, the first thing she did was put her hand on my bald head. It looked like I was holding a polished bowling ball. I started crying and said, “You promised you’d keep my hair as long as I obeyed all your orders. Why did you do this to me?” She replied, “I didn’t promise you anything. And even if I did promise and then went back on my word, I can do whatever I want. If you don’t like it, get out of the house and don’t let me see your face again.” When I heard what she said, I ran and knelt at her feet, begging and kissing them to let me stay in the house.
But she pushed me away and said, “Get away from me, you whore! You know you’re worthless, so stop whining, or you’ll never grow a hair on your head again. I’ll shave it all off and then throw you naked in the street. Come with me so we can show my friends my shiny new masterpiece, and wipe those crocodile tears off your face. This is your last warning. Hurry!” I followed her immediately, terrified by what she threatened to do.
When we arrived at the living room, where all the girls were sitting in front of the television watching a movie in the dark, my mistress entered the room and sat with them. I sat in my usual spot by her feet. After the movie ended, they turned on the lights, and when everyone looked at me, they jumped in fright at the bright shine of my bald head and began laughing hysterically at me. My mistress ordered me to crawl to the center of the room, facing everyone, and to bow my head so they could all see her new work of art. I did as she commanded, and she said to everyone, “I have a secret to share with you. I’ve created a pornographic website for my slave, and I’ve filmed her first video. Please go and like it, and I’ll be recording more videos soon.”
Everyone applauded and began congratulating her on her work. One of the girls chimed in and said, “Now you’re on the right track to profiting from this whore’s presence here, making money, and enjoying your life more.” She looked at me and said, “Go to the kitchen and bring us a bottle of champagne and some glasses so we can open them and celebrate. I have something to say to your mistress.”
I went to the kitchen and returned after they had finished talking. When I came back, I looked at my mistress and saw her eyes gleaming with evil thoughts. I knew then that hell was surely coming for me.
Their party ended, and everyone left. Then my mistress and I did what we do every night to satisfy her desires, and we slept. For the first time, she allowed me to sleep on her bed next to her. She fell asleep with her hand still on my bald head.
We woke up the next day. It was a holiday because of the snow outside. I prepared breakfast for everyone, and when they finished, I ate their leftovers. Then I washed the dishes. As soon as I finished, my mistress called me to her room. I entered and said, “Yes, my mistress?”
She looked at me and said, “We’re going into our secret room. We have a long day of work ahead of us.” We entered the room, and she tied me up in the same place on the cross. She sat opposite me and began speaking. “Today is our biggest challenge on the site because it’s still new. We need some new ideas to increase its revenue. My friend told me about an idea, and we’re going to implement it today. You must pay close attention to what I say and follow my instructions carefully.” We will be broadcasting a live video today. I will ask the audience to request that I do to you what they want today, and you will carry out everything I command you to the letter and quickly. Is that understood, my bald whore slave? I nodded my head fearfully and said, “Yes, my lady.”
She put on her usual clothes and mask, came to me, turned on her phone, and started broadcasting. I began watching the screen with her and thanked God that there were only two viewers in the current viewer count, but within minutes the number started to increase little by little until it reached nearly a thousand.
Then my lady began speaking to the audience and said to them, “Welcome, everyone, to this live broadcast. This is my bald whore slave. Today she disobeyed my orders and objected to having her head shaved, and I must punish her. I have found the best way to punish her is to ask you and draw inspiration from your ideas for punishment. So please write in the comments what you want me to punish her with.” Seconds later, the comments began to pour in like a flood, but she said, “I didn’t know you all had ideas for punishing her. I will choose Three requests to fulfill from among these: Thank you for your cooperation, but we don’t have much time to fulfill all your requests. I will work on fulfilling the most frequently requested ones, which I have selected. The first request was for me to tattoo her body, and I chose this because I have a tattoo machine here and know a little about tattooing, so I hope you like my designs. Then she brought the tattoo machine and a bottle of ink and started drawing on my body. The first tattoo she drew was on my chest, above my breasts. I wrote “Bald Whore” there and underneath it, “Free Use.” After that, she tattooed spider webs on my breasts, starting from below the nipples to the base of the breasts. Then she tattooed an erect penis above my pubic mound with some drops dripping from its head and wrote above it, “Empty your load here and let me get pregnant from you.” Then she tattooed the words “Bald Whore” on my fingers.
Then she turned off the tattoo machine and said to the audience, “I hope you liked my designs. Now, the second most requested request is for body piercing and rings, and we will begin now.” She brought a lot of needles and rings and started with my left ear.
She pierced two holes and placed a chrome post between them. I did the same thing with my other ear, then I moved to my nose and placed a ring in a septum. After that, she placed two rings on my nipples, then one on my navel, and two more on the bulge of my clitoris. Then she took a long chain and threaded it through the rings, starting with my nose and working her way down to the bottom of my clitoris. She made it long enough to reach it from a distance. Now we’ll move on to the final part: we’ll make her reach orgasm so she can fill this bucket. She brought a small bucket and hung it from the chain, which hung slightly from my clitoris. It was suspended in the air between my legs. She took a vibrator and placed it on top of the rings on my clitoris, turned it on, and put her other finger inside me. She started rubbing and told me, “We won’t stop until the bucket is full. Go ahead, you can come anytime. The faster you come, the less you’ll suffer.” She started rubbing and increasing the speed of the vibrator until I came for the first time after about five minutes of intense stimulation. Not much fluid came out, but then she inserted another finger, and then another. With each orgasm, she inserted another finger until my vagina was widened. She placed her whole hand inside me and began stimulating me from within. Each time I came, the juices increased until I had almost ten orgasms, and the bucket was almost full. Sweat covered my entire hairless body; my legs could barely support me. But the last time I came, the semen gushed from my body like a waterfall until the bucket was full and the juices started overflowing. Then she removed her hand from my vagina, stood in front of the camera, and said, “I hope you liked it. See you soon.” She turned off the camera, looked at me, and said, “You did a great job tonight, you whore. You deserve a full meal tonight. I’ll untie you.” She lowered the bucket and set it aside and untied me, but my legs wouldn’t support me. I knelt on the floor and began to look at my newly tattooed and pierced body, exhausted from the many orgasms I had that day. She looked at me and said, “Here, let’s have our dinner. Carry this bucket and follow me, but don’t shake it and spill what’s inside.” We left her room, and I could barely walk, the full bucket in my hand. I was in the kitchen, and all the girls were there having dinner. My lady sat at the table and started eating from her plate. She looked at me and said, “Come sit at my feet and bring the bucket with you.” I sat at her feet and put the bucket on the floor, but she looked at me and said, “Why haven’t you started eating your dinner yet? You have to finish what’s in the bucket and not waste a single drop.” I looked at the bucket and then at her and said, “Please, no, I can’t drink this.” But she looked at me sharply and said, “Finish it, or I’ll do something you won’t like at all.” I picked up the bucket and started drinking what was inside. It was disgusting, nauseating, but out of fear of punishment, I drank everything. I even belched when I finished, and everyone started laughing at me and looking at me with disgust at what I had done.
Her friend, the one who came up with the idea for the live stream, looked at her and said, “I watched the stream; it was good. If you don’t mind, in the next video, can I help you? I have a lot of ideas for you to implement.” Her friend looked at her and said, “Of course, no problem. And if you want, you can practice it starting today. After we finish our dinner, come with me to the room, and you can practice it from today so we can present something perfect tomorrow on the website.” Her friend’s eyes lit up, and she smiled and said, “Okay, since we’ve finished eating, let’s have a beer while the bald bitch finishes tidying up and cleaning the kitchen.” Everyone got up, and I stayed alone by the table. I found some leftover food in the dishes, ate it, cleaned the dishes, tidied up the kitchen, and went to the living room. I sat near her feet while they finished drinking their beer. Her friend looked at me and said, “Come and bend over.” I crawled until I was facing her and close to them. She said, “Bend your head.” I did as she asked. Then she stretched out her foot and placed it on my head and said, “My foot hurts, and your bald head is useful to have under my foot because it’s completely hairless.” It’s also true that you were arrogant and spoiled, but you had value among people. Why did you do this to yourself? I looked at her, tears filling my eyes, and said, “I deserve to be what I am—a bald, worthless whore serving the girls who were once my friends because they are more important than me. This is my place, completely beneath your feet and at your command. Thank you for speaking to me, even though I don’t deserve to be treated like a human being.”
She looked at me and said, “Don’t think your tricks work on us. We know how you think, and now you’re trying to deceive us so we’ll be pleased with you and treat you well. Lower your head when you speak to me as punishment. Tomorrow you will lose all your hair.” I looked down and thought to myself, “I basically don’t have any hair. Well, I’m used to this punishment.” My mistress looked at her friend and said, “Okay, then no need for training. We have a long day of work to do tomorrow. We need to go to bed early.” She got up and I followed her until we reached her room. She took off her clothes and lay down on her bed and told me, “Here, go to sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow.” I was surprised by what happened, as we hadn’t had any sexual activity for the first time before going to sleep. I dozed off until morning. I felt a foot nudging me to wake me up. My mistress was dressed to go out and said, “I’ve prepared some clothes for you. Put them on and come with me to the kitchen.” On the bed, I found a short skirt that barely covered my bottom, without any underwear, and a short, open-topped shirt that showed my relatively large breasts. After putting them on, I felt a sensitivity in my body, as it had been a while since I had worn anything on my hairless body. I finished and went to the kitchen, but they didn’t look at me. They were browsing something on my mistress’s phone. Then they told me, “Follow us.” We left the house and went upstairs. I went to the car. I wasn’t used to going out in such revealing clothes. My face turned red with embarrassment, but my lady…
She saw me in the car’s rearview mirror and said, “There’s no need to be ashamed. This is your life, the one you know about. You’re nothing, and there’s no need to be ashamed. Cover your private parts; there’s no need to show them to us here in the car. We know how wide they are. You forgot your tattoos are showing, didn’t you, you whore?” As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped the car, and they got out. She ordered me to get out too. We went into a beauty salon, and at the reception, we waited until the receptionist finished with the customer she was speaking to. As soon as she finished, she came to us and said, “Please come in.” The receptionist replied, “Madam, we have a VIP appointment and we’d like to go in. We also have a pet appointment for my bald slave. Please take her and hand her over to us when we’re finished.” They went inside, and the receptionist led me to another door. When I entered, I found a room with a lot of equipment and a bed in the middle of the room. The receptionist sat me on the bed and tied me up all over with leather straps fixed to the bed. She covered my eyes and left. After a few minutes, I felt someone near me and something touching my head, all over my head, then moving to the rest of my body. Then they untied me and left the cover on me. He put my eyes on me and ordered me to turn onto my stomach. He continued his work for about two hours or more, then he finished what he was doing. He removed the straps that bound me and took off the blindfold. I didn’t notice any change in my body, except that he brought a collar, tied it around my neck, locked it with a password, put on a leash, and led me like a dog to an adjacent room. I climbed onto another bed, and he ordered me to squat on it, bend over, and raise my buttocks. He told me not to move no matter what, or I would be hurt. I sat as he ordered, not knowing what my fate would be. After a few seconds, I felt a very strong sting on the right side of my buttocks. It burned and made a sound, like dropping a piece of meat on hot coals. I screamed, but he slapped me on the other side of my buttocks and said, “Don’t move or make a sound, or I will punish you even more severely.” Then he placed another mark on the other side of my buttocks, and I felt the same pain. When he removed it, he told me to stand up. I stood up, feeling like my legs wouldn’t support me from the intense pain. When I turned around, he knew What he did to me… He branded me with a ring he heated over a flame until it glowed red, and placed it on my buttocks. Each ring bore a different mark, but I didn’t know what they said. He ordered me to kneel and pulled on a rope, saying, “Here, we’ll hand you over to your master, you pet. Your master spoils you rotten. He’s designing two more brands for you, a state-of-the-art collar that can only be opened with a password, and laser hair removal from the roots all over your body. You should appreciate what he’s done for you.”
When he finished speaking, I stopped walking and started touching my head and body. I asked him, “Did you remove all my hair with laser, even the hair on my head?” He replied, “Yes. They told me you’re allergic to body hair, so I removed all of it.” I started crying, but he held me tight and said, “There’s no need to cry. You’ll thank me for this.” I asked, “But where are my clothes? I need to change before I leave.” He said, “I cut your clothes while you were lying on the bed, tied up. Your friend must have brought you spare clothes. Let’s go see your friend.” We left the room, and I found my lady and her friend standing by the receptionist, looking at me as I walked towards them like a docile dog. Someone was holding my leash, and I followed behind him. He handed the leash to my lady when we reached them and said, “It’s done. I removed all her body hair, tattooed her buttocks, and removed her head hair too.” My lady looked at him and laughed, saying, “But I didn’t tell you to remove her head hair. I told you she’s allergic to body hair and we want to remove it with laser, but I didn’t say her head hair.” The receptionist looked… She approached her and said, “It’s true, perhaps there was a misunderstanding. When Ishe looked at her and saw my head was bald, I thought her whole body was allergic. Now, maybe it’s my fault. I’ll make it up to you however you want.” The woman looked at her and said, “Okay, what’s done is done. But you’ll give me a free hair removal session for my arms and legs instead of this mistake. Don’t worry about her compensation; she’ll compensate me. Is that agreed?”
The employee smiled and said, “Okay, agreed. But don’t forget, she can’t sit on her bottom today. I didn’t put bandages on it so the mark would dry and heal quickly. I’ll schedule an appointment and send you a letter to come for the compensation. Also, I cut up her clothes and threw them away.” My lady replied, “It’s alright. From now on, the clothes won’t need to be thrown away.” My lady and her friend walked ahead of me, and I followed behind, her leading me like a dog until we reached the car. She opened the door for me and said, “Get in. I’ll open the window for you. Stay in your position and don’t sit on your backside. Stick your head out of the window.” I did as she told me, and we drove off until we reached the house. We got out of the car and went inside. She looked at me and said, “From now on, you are my completely hairless pet. I had plans for you, but the employee’s mistake in removing your hair ruined all of them. So, I don’t need you anymore. You will stay with me at home for two days until the summer vacation begins, and then you and I will return to our city. Then I will let you go and fend for yourself. Go to my room and sleep. You have ruined all my plans, and I don’t want you anymore. There are organizations that take care of people like you. I will give you to them, and they will take care of you.”
I hope you enjoyed this story.
