WomenHeadshavelover
Meghan practically ran out of the building, her cheeks burning as the cool autumn air hit her face and the stares hit her full force.
Every single person who walked past her on the sidewalk stopped. Heads turned. Phones came out. Whispers immediately began.
“Look at her head…”
“It’s completely bald…”
“Like, zero hair…”
“She looks so different…”
A group of college kids on their phones pointed and whispered loudly. A woman on the street gave her a horrified look and quickly crossed the sidewalk to avoid her. Even the delivery guy on his scooter stared openly as he passed.
Meghan kept her head down, one hand rubbing her smooth, pale bald scalp nervously. The cool air on her bare head felt even more intense now that she was outside in public. Every few steps she felt another pair of eyes on her — men, women, young and old — all staring at the once-long-haired beauty who was now completely hairless.
Her heart raced. The humiliation burned through her like fire. She could feel her cheeks flushing, her breasts rising and falling faster, and the embarrassing wet heat still leaking down her thighs from earlier. She tried to pull her jacket tighter around her, but the movement only made her bald head more obvious.
She kept walking, the stares never stopping. A construction worker whistled. Another woman laughed nervously. A man in a suit actually slowed down and openly stared until she was halfway to the corner.
Meghan’s mind raced. *Everyone’s going to see this every day now. My hair… all of it… is hanging on the wall above my boss’s desk. My name is right under it. I belong to him. I’m his bald office girl now.*
She reached the apartment building and slipped inside, heart hammering, still rubbing her smooth scalp as she hurried toward the elevator. The stares outside had been bad. The stares inside the building were already starting again.
She could feel them watching her every move.
Meghan practically ran down the hallway of the fourth floor, her heart hammering in her chest as she clutched her keys in one hand and used the other to rub her smooth, pale bald scalp nervously. Every step made her acutely aware of the stares she had already received outside — people on the street, in the elevator, now in the hallway. The stares never stopped. They followed her like a spotlight.
Her apartment door was only thirty feet away. She speeded up, the cool air on her bare head making her shiver. The cool air on her scalp felt even more intimate and humiliating now that she was in public.
She reached for her keys, fingers trembling slightly.
Before she could slide the key into her lock, the door of the neighboring apartment slid open.
A tall, elegant woman in her early fifties stepped out onto the landing. She was striking — sharp cheekbones, long dark hair, a confident curve to her body, wearing a silk blouse and tailored trousers that hugged her figure perfectly. The woman’s gaze locked onto Meghan instantly.
For a long moment, the two women simply stared at each other.
The older woman’s eyes widened as they took in the new Meghan — completely bald, smooth, pale scalp gleaming under the hallway lights, cheeks still flushed, body still slightly sweaty from the walk. Then her lips parted in quiet surprise.
Before Meghan could react or say anything, the woman stepped forward.
Her long, perfectly manicured nails — sharp, glossy red — reached out and gently but deliberately ran across Meghan’s bald head. The cool, hard pressure of those nails on her ultra-sensitive scalp sent a shiver racing through her body. The touch was intimate, almost sensual, lingering for a second as the woman’s eyes darkened with clear interest.
Meghan froze, mouth open, one hand instinctively rising to cover her head again.
The neighbor’s voice came out low and husky, filled with appreciation and something more predatory.
“Damn, girl… you look incredible like this. Bald suits you so fucking well.”
The woman’s long, manicured nails continued their slow, intimate massage across Meghan’s smooth, bald scalp as she spoke. Her voice was low, husky, and dripping with appreciation.
“Damn, girl… you look incredible like this. Bald suits you so fucking well.”
Then, without waiting for a response, she said:
“Come inside. I would love to hear how you left with that beautiful long braid of yours you loved so much and came back with a beautiful shiny bald head in its place.”
She stepped aside, holding the door open with one hand while the other remained gently cupping and stroking Meghan’s bald head, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin in slow, possessive circles. The hallway light caught the shiny smoothness of her scalp, making it gleam like polished porcelain.
Meghan stood there frozen, heart pounding, one hand still hovering near her head in nervous defense. The cool air on her scalp felt even more intense now that she was being touched in this intimate way. Her cheeks burned with humiliation and unexpected arousal as she stared up at the older woman.
The neighbor’s eyes were dark, hungry, and unmistakably interested. She gave Meghan’s bald head one final, slow rub before releasing her and waiting expectantly by the open door.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice thick with curiosity and desire. “No one’s going to bite you… at least not right away.”
Meghan swallowed hard, the image of her severed braid hanging on the wall above her boss’s desk flashing through her mind. She took one shaky step toward the open apartment door, the older woman’s hand still hovering close to her scalp as if daring her to stay.
The door closed softly behind them with a quiet click.
The older woman stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind them with a soft click. She turned to face Meghan, her dark eyes still fixed on the completely smooth, shiny bald head of the younger woman, clearly fascinated by the transformation.
She motioned to the couch and Meghan slowly sat down, still slightly trembling from the walk and the intense stares she had received outside. The cool air on her bare scalp made her shiver. Her hands nervously twisted in her lap, one of them resting on top of her head as if trying to protect it.
The woman sat down right beside her, close enough that their thighs touched. She immediately reached out again and began to pet Meghan’s bald head with long, graceful nails, stroking the ultra-sensitive skin in slow, appreciative circles. The touch was intimate and insistent, making Meghan’s breath hitch.
“Tell me, Meghan,” the woman said, her voice low and teasing, “go on… tell me how you lost all that hair.”
She kept one hand firmly on Meghan’s scalp, rubbing and massaging it gently while her eyes never left the younger woman’s face. The older woman’s free hand rested on her own thigh, clearly enjoying this new, intimate conversation.
Meghan swallowed hard, cheeks burning. The humiliation from the office, the stares on the street, and now this stranger’s touch on her bare head all combined to make her feel both ashamed and strangely turned on. She felt the neighbor’s fingers exploring her scalp with quiet hunger, as if she was already imagining what it would look like without her hair.
“I… I was called into my boss’s office,” Meghan whispered, voice barely audible. “He… he shaved my head. Completely. The braid he had me wear… he took it. Hung it on his wall with my name on it.”
The woman’s eyes darkened with clear excitement. She leaned in closer, her nails digging gently into Meghan’s smooth scalp as she listened, one hand still stroking the bald crown of Meghan’s head in slow, possessive circles.
“And how did that make you feel?” she asked softly, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin above Meghan’s eyebrow. “Does it turn you on knowing everyone can see your bald head now?”
Meghan bit her lip, tears of humiliation stinging her eyes, while the older woman continued to caress her scalp, clearly enjoying every second of this new, secret power she held over the young woman.
The woman leaned in close, her breath hot against Meghan’s ear as she whispered seductively.
“Good girl… let me guess. Did he fuck you after?”
Her long, manicured nails immediately resumed their slow, intimate massage across Meghan’s smooth, bald scalp — stroking, circling, and pressing just hard enough to make Meghan’s body respond. The touch was warm, possessive, and incredibly intimate, sending shivers racing through the young woman’s skin.
Meghan shivered violently, a soft, broken moan escaping her lips as the older woman’s fingers dug gently into her scalp. The cool air on her bare head mixed with the heat of the woman’s breath and the firm pressure of her nails, creating an overwhelming cocktail of humiliation and unwanted arousal.
“Yes…” Meghan whispered, voice trembling with shame and lust. “He… he bent me over his desk and fucked me while I was naked and bald. He came inside me…”
The woman’s breathing grew heavier. She pulled back just enough to look into Meghan’s tear-streaked eyes, her own dark gaze burning with hunger. One hand never stopped its slow, worshipful caresses over Meghan’s freshly shaved scalp, while the other slid down to rest possessively on Meghan’s thigh.
“And you loved it, didn’t you?” she murmured, thumb stroking the sensitive skin just above Meghan’s ear. “You stood there naked, completely bald, staring at your own severed braid on the wall… and you came all over his cock while you watched it hanging there like a trophy.”
She gave Meghan’s bald head a firm, loving squeeze, then leaned in again, lips brushing the ultra-sensitive skin of her scalp as she whispered even more filthily:
“God, I can only imagine how perfect you looked bent over that desk, moaning like a good little office whore while you stared at your own hair on proud display… and now you’re mine to touch.”
The older woman’s nails dug deeper into Meghan’s smooth scalp, massaging it with slow, deliberate strokes as she watched the young woman’s flushed face and glistening eyes with pure satisfaction.
Meghan could only whimper and nod, completely helpless under the older woman’s touch and words, her pussy still leaking cum from earlier and her mind reeling from the intense humiliation.
The woman’s voice was a low, husky purr as she continued to pet Meghan’s bald head, her long nails sliding sensuously over the smooth, sensitive scalp.
“Such a submissive little thing,” she murmured, clearly delighted by Meghan’s trembling response. “I bet you’re going back there tomorrow morning before work to let him reshave your head and fuck you again.”
She gave Meghan’s scalp a firm, loving squeeze, then leaned in closer, her breath hot on the ultra-sensitive skin as she whispered even more filthily.
“You’re going to kneel in front of him again, completely naked and bald, and let him shave every last strand off you while you stare at your own severed braid hanging on his wall… just like you did today. And then he’s going to fuck you just as hard as he did before, isn’t he?”
Her nails dug deeper into Meghan’s smooth crown, massaging and claiming the bald skin with slow, possessive strokes while she watched the younger woman’s cheeks flush darker and her breath grow ragged.
Meghan could only whimper and nod helplessly, tears of humiliation and arousal streaming down her cheeks as the older woman continued to caress her scalp with open hunger.
“Yes…” she whispered brokenly, voice cracking. “Tomorrow morning… I’m going back to him… early… just for him to shave me again and fuck me…”
She stayed completely still under the woman’s touch, eyes wide and glassy, staring up at the older woman with a mixture of shame and overwhelming need as her fingers kept exploring the sensitive smoothness of her now-bare head.
The woman’s eyes darkened with clear hunger as she continued to stroke Meghan’s smooth, bald scalp.
“Good girl… I can tell you’re gonna be craving the control and the razor in just a couple weeks.”
She gave the young woman’s bald head one final, possessive squeeze before slowly standing up from the couch. Her hand slid into Meghan’s and she began to lead her through the apartment with calm, confident steps, thumb stroking the back of Meghan’s palm and occasionally brushing over the young woman’s smooth scalp as she walked.
Meghan walked beside her, still completely naked underneath her clothes and freshly bald, her heart hammering with a strange mix of terror and excitement. She could feel the older woman’s grip on her hand — firm, protective, and strangely intimate — and every step made her acutely aware of how exposed her bald head was now.
The woman pulled her gently into the bedroom at the end of the hallway. The room was soft and dimly lit, with a large bed covered in dark silk sheets and a full-length mirror on one wall.
She turned to Meghan, her eyes scanning the younger woman’s flushed face and glistening bare scalp.
“Strip for me, sweetheart,” she said softly, voice thick with desire. “Everything off. I want to see all of you before I take you to bed.”
Meghan’s cheeks burned as she obeyed, slowly pulling off her top, bra, pants, and panties until she stood completely naked again in front of the older woman. Her smooth, pale bald head gleamed under the low light, and she kept one hand nervously hovering near it.
The woman watched her for a long moment, clearly savoring the sight, before stepping closer and placing both hands on the young woman’s scalp.
“On your knees for me,” she murmured, guiding Meghan down until she was kneeling on the soft carpet. “And tell me exactly how you want me to touch you right now.”
The woman gave Meghan’s bald head one final, slow stroke before letting her go. She stood in front of the young woman, eyes dark and hungry as she waited.
Meghan swallowed hard, her voice trembling with shame and arousal as she whispered, “Please… Mistress Diane.”
A wicked little smile curved Mistress Diane’s lips. She reached out and cupped Meghan’s full, heavy breasts in her warm hands, thumbs brushing slowly over her stiff nipples.
“That’s right, good girl,” she purred, voice low and commanding. “Call me Mistress Diane from now on. You belong to me now.”
She gave both breasts a firm squeeze, lifting them slightly so they strained against her palms, then rolled her thumbs over the sensitive nipples until they were painfully hard.
“Look at that pretty body,” she murmured, voice thick with lust as she continued to cup and caress Meghan’s breasts. “So smooth. So bare. Just waiting for me to play with it.”
Her fingers dug into the soft flesh, kneading and pinching the nipples while she watched Meghan’s face flush darker and her breath grow shallow. The older woman’s nails traced circles around the base of her bald head as if claiming it the same way she was claiming the rest of her body.
“Tomorrow morning,” Mistress Diane whispered, leaning down until her lips brushed the ultra-sensitive skin of Meghan’s scalp, “you’re going back to that boss of yours to let him reshave you again… and then he’s going to fuck you while you stare at your own braid on the wall. But tonight… you’re mine.”
She gave Meghan’s scalp a gentle, possessive squeeze before pulling back, her eyes burning with dark satisfaction as she waited for the young woman to answer.
The older woman’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile.
“Yes, Mistress,” Meghan whispered, voice barely audible.
Mistress Diane slowly reached behind her back and began to strip, her movements deliberate and teasing. She unbuttoned her silk blouse, letting it fall open to reveal a lacy black bra, then slid her trousers down and stepped out of them. Within seconds she was completely naked, her body still toned and elegant even in her early fifties. She gave Meghan one final hungry look before crawling onto the bed.
She lay back against the dark silk sheets, spreading her long, smooth legs wide open. Her glistening pussy was on full display — already wet and swollen, the soft pink folds glistening under the low bedroom light as she lazily stroked herself.
“Come on, pet,” she purred, voice thick and commanding, “eat out your Mistress.”
She reached down and spread her own folds wider with two fingers, clearly wanting Meghan to see exactly what she was offering.
“Use your tongue on me. Make me cum while you stare at my pussy and remember what’s about to happen to your bald little head tomorrow morning.”
Her free hand slid up to cup Meghan’s scalp again, fingers digging into the smooth skin as she watched the young woman kneel between her spread thighs with wide, humiliated eyes.
“Get to work, pet. And don’t you dare stop until I tell you to.”
The older woman’s eyes fluttered half-closed as she watched Meghan tentatively begin to obey. Her long, manicured fingers continued to spread her glistening pussy open wider, exposing the swollen, slick folds in all their glistening pink perfection.
“Lick it, pet,” Mistress Diane purred, voice low and thick with lust. “Get that pretty tongue in there.”
Meghan hesitated for only a second, her smooth bald head still trembling slightly from earlier, before leaning forward. Her soft, warm tongue made first contact with the sensitive skin between Diane’s folds.
A low, shaky moan escaped Meghan’s lips as she felt the warm, salty taste of her Mistress’s arousal. The texture was silky and smooth against her tongue, and she slowly circled the tip of her tongue around the swollen clit, tasting and exploring with shy curiosity.
Mistress Diane’s breath hitched immediately. She gripped Meghan’s smooth scalp with one hand, fingers threading through the shaved hair, holding her in place while the other hand continued to spread her own pussy open wider.
“Fuck, yes…” she groaned, voice husky and approving. “That’s it, good girl. Lick your Mistress’s cunt like you mean it. Get that tongue deeper.”
Meghan whimpered softly, the humiliation of being forced to eat her older Mistress out while kneeling naked and bald only making her more obedient. Her tongue worked slowly at first, then with growing hunger, sliding between the slick folds and lapping at the dripping wetness that coated them. She could feel Diane’s juices mixing with her own saliva, making everything even messier and more obscene.
The older woman’s hips rocked upward, grinding her pussy against Meghan’s face as she fucked the younger woman’s tongue with her body. Her grip on Meghan’s bald scalp tightened, nails digging into the sensitive skin as she groaned louder and louder.
“Goddamn, you’re good at this,” Diane panted, thighs trembling around Meghan’s head. “Keep going, pet… make your Mistress cum with that pretty bald mouth between my legs. And tomorrow morning you’re going to kneel in front of that boss of yours again and let him reshave you while you stare at your own braid hanging on the wall… but tonight you’re mine.”
She pulled Meghan’s head even closer, forcing her tongue deeper into her dripping folds, clearly enjoying the young woman’s trembling obedience and the way her bald scalp felt under her fingers.
Meghan whimpered again, cheeks burning with humiliation, but she kept licking eagerly, her own pussy aching and dripping down her inner thighs as she served her Mistress with everything she had.
Mistress Diane’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt Meghan’s tongue working eagerly between her slick folds.
“That’s a good girl,” she moaned out, voice thick and throaty. “Keep licking that wet cunt, pet.”
She gripped Meghan’s smooth, bald scalp firmly with both hands now, fingers threading through the shaved hair and holding her head exactly where she wanted it. With every slow, hungry stroke of Meghan’s tongue, Diane’s hips rolled upward, grinding her dripping pussy harder against the younger woman’s face.
“Yes… just like that,” she panted, thighs trembling around Meghan’s head. “Eat your Mistress out so fucking good. Suck on my clit while you’re down there, pet. Get all that pretty little saliva and my juices mixing together.”
Her nails dug deeper into Meghan’s sensitive scalp, massaging and claiming the ultra-smooth skin as she fucked the younger woman’s tongue with her hips. The wet, obscene sounds of Meghan’s mouth working between her legs filled the bedroom.
“Fuck, you’re making me so wet,” Diane groaned, clearly loving the control and the way Meghan’s bald head felt in her grip. “Keep going, good girl… make your Mistress cum on that tongue while you remember what’s waiting for you tomorrow morning.”
She pulled Meghan’s face even closer, forcing her to lick deeper, her own orgasm already building as she rode the young woman’s mouth with shameless hunger.
Meghan whimpered helplessly, cheeks flushed dark with shame and arousal, but she obeyed, her tongue swirling and lapping eagerly as her Mistress used her bald head like a handle to keep her exactly where she wanted to be.
Mistress Diane’s eyes rolled back and her thighs began to tighten violently around Meghan’s head as she felt the young woman’s tongue working eagerly between her slick folds.
“This is where you belong,” she moaned out, voice thick and desperate, “serving your superiors.”
She gripped Meghan’s smooth, bald scalp even more tightly with both hands, fingers threading through the shaved hair and forcing her face harder against her dripping pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of Meghan’s eager mouth filled the bedroom as Diane started to ride her tongue with desperate, rolling hips.
“Yes—fuck—yes,” she groaned, her voice breaking. “That’s my good little pet… making your Mistress cum while you’re on your knees and bald like she promised.”
Her clit throbbed visibly under Meghan’s tongue as the orgasm built fast and intense. Diane’s nails dug deep into the sensitive skin of Meghan’s scalp, massaging and claiming every inch of the ultra-smooth, hairless surface.
“Fuck—oh god—yes!” she cried out, hips bucking wildly. “You’re going to serve them every morning… let them reshave you… and let them fuck you while you stare at your own braid on the wall… but right now you’re serving ME!”
The older woman’s orgasm crashed over her with a loud, shuddering moan. Her thighs clamped hard around Meghan’s head as she flooded the young woman’s mouth and tongue with hot, pulsing waves of her release. Meghan’s tongue kept working through it all, licking and swallowing desperately as Diane’s hips continued to grind against her face, milking every last drop while she held her bald head in place.
Diane stayed there for a long moment, panting heavily, before slowly releasing her grip on Meghan’s scalp. She looked down at the trembling, cum-covered young woman with dark, satisfied eyes.
“Come here, pet,” she purred, voice hoarse. “Clean my pussy with your tongue until it’s perfect again… then we’ll talk about how many times I’m going to make you come before you have to go back to that boss tomorrow morning.”
The older woman’s dark eyes were heavy with lust as she looked down at the trembling, cum-covered young woman.
“Clean my pussy with your tongue until it’s perfect again,” she purred, voice hoarse and commanding.
Meghan obeyed instantly, her soft, warm mouth returning to Diane’s glistening folds. She licked slowly at first, tasting the mix of her own arousal and Mistress’s release, then worked with more hunger. Her tongue circled the swollen clit, dipping between the slick lips, tasting every drop. Diane’s fingers slid through Meghan’s shaved hair, guiding her head back to her dripping pussy with each pass.
“Mmm… that’s it, pet,” Mistress Diane moaned, tilting her hips so Meghan could reach deeper. “Eat your Mistress clean. Suck my clit while I think about tomorrow morning.”
She held Meghan’s bald head firmly against her, fucking her face with lazy, rolling movements. The young woman’s tongue worked frantically, moaning softly into the older woman’s cunt as she licked and sucked. Diane’s free hand kept stroking Meghan’s smooth scalp, nails tracing possessive circles while she watched the girl’s flushed, humiliated face.
“Good girl,” she praised between gasps. “You’re going to be my personal pet now… every morning you’ll let your boss reshave you… and every night you’ll come home to me and clean my cunt with that pretty bald mouth.”
Diane came again, harder this time, flooding Meghan’s mouth with another hot rush of her juices. The young woman swallowed greedily, whimpering as she kept licking until Diane’s pussy was clean and glistening once more.
“Enough,” Mistress Diane finally sighed, satisfied. She pulled Meghan up by the hair and kissed her deeply, tasting herself on the younger woman’s tongue. “Now you’re going to eat me again while I ride your face.”
She pushed Meghan back onto the bed, spread her own thighs once more, and guided the girl’s face between them. Meghan licked eagerly while Diane rode her tongue, moaning loudly until she came a third time, grinding her slick pussy against Meghan’s mouth.
After the third orgasm, Diane finally relaxed. She pulled Meghan close, wrapping one strong arm around the young woman’s naked, bald body and the other around her smooth scalp. She held her tightly to her chest, petting her bald head with slow, affectionate strokes as Meghan curled up against her.
“Sleep now, pet,” Mistress Diane whispered, voice thick with satisfaction. “You’ll be going back to that boss tomorrow morning… and you’re going to do it even better than today. Sweet dreams of your shaved head and your braid on the wall.”
Meghan’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion and lingering humiliation, but she couldn’t stop her body from relaxing into the older woman’s possessive embrace. Mistress Diane’s fingers continued their slow, loving caresses over her smooth scalp until the younger woman finally drifted off to sleep.
The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains of the bedroom as Mistress Diane stirred awake. She stretched luxuriously, her naked body pressing against Meghan’s smaller, sleeping form. The younger woman was curled into her like a possessive little blanket, one arm draped over Diane’s waist and her smooth, bald head tucked under the older woman’s chin.
Diane smiled down at her with dark satisfaction and gently shook her shoulder.
“Wake up, pet,” she whispered, voice husky and teasing. “It’s time.”
Meghan stirred, blinking sleepily until her eyes focused. The moment she realized where she was and what she had agreed to, her cheeks flushed with fresh humiliation.
“W-what time is it, Mistress?” she whispered, voice thick with sleep.
“Early enough,” Diane purred, already sliding out of bed and standing over her naked, bald form. “You’re going back to your boss this morning before the office even opens. He’s waiting for his good little pet to be perfectly shaved and ready for him.”
She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a small, black velvet pouch. Inside were the tools she had bought for this exact purpose: a fresh straight razor, a bowl of warm water, shaving cream, and a tiny spray bottle of soothing aftershave. She set everything on the edge of the bed.
Diane cupped Meghan’s smooth, pale scalp with both hands, thumbs stroking the ultra-sensitive skin in slow, appreciative circles.
“First things first… we need this head nice and smooth for your boss. No stubble, no whiskers, just perfect and bare like he likes it.”
She guided Meghan to the bathroom with her hand on her bald head, making her kneel on the soft bath mat. The older woman filled the sink with warm water, added a generous squirt of shaving cream, and lathered it thickly over Meghan’s scalp.
“Keep your eyes closed,” she ordered softly, then picked up the razor. “This is going to be a long, thorough job. You’re going to stay on your knees the entire time while I remove every last trace of hair from your pretty little head… just like your boss will do later.”
Diane turned the warm water on low and began rinsing Meghan’s scalp, the lather sliding off in thick white streams. Her free hand never left the girl’s head, massaging the cream into her skin with firm, loving pressure.
“Tell me again who you belong to now,” she murmured, voice thick with excitement as she placed the razor right at Meghan’s forehead.
Meghan trembled, tears already pricking her eyes at the thought of what was about to happen.
“I… I belong to you, Mistress Diane,” she whispered, voice shaking. “And to him. I belong to both of them…”
Diane’s eyes darkened with hunger.
“Good girl,” she said softly, then dragged the razor slowly backward over Meghan’s scalp.
*Shhhick.*
The first long stroke peeled away a thick strip of smooth, sensitive skin as the razor glided effortlessly. The older woman’s lips curved into a wicked smile.
Mistress Diane’s eyes darkened with pure satisfaction as she felt the barely noticeable overnight stubble catch against the edge of the razor.
“Mmm… there it is,” she purred, voice thick with lust. “Even after only one night, your pretty little head is already trying to grow back. We can’t have that, can we, pet?”
She dragged the razor slowly, carefully, across Meghan’s scalp in long, deliberate strokes. Each pass was precise and intimate, the cold steel gliding over the ultra-sensitive skin with a soft, wet *shhhick*. The barely-there stubble vanished under the blade, leaving behind perfectly smooth, pale skin that gleamed under the bathroom lights.
Meghan moaned softly, the sound half pleasure and half humiliation. The sensation of the razor against her scalp was intense — cool, sharp, and shockingly intimate. Every stroke sent little sparks racing down her spine and straight between her thighs. She kept her eyes closed as ordered, trembling slightly on her knees while Mistress Diane methodically cleared every last trace of growth.
“That’s it… good girl,” Diane murmured, one hand firmly cupping the back of Meghan’s bald head to hold her steady while the other worked the razor. “Feel how smooth I’m making you for him. Feel how sensitive this pretty scalp is now that it’s completely bare again.”
She rinsed the razor under the warm water, then returned for another long, careful pass over the crown, then the temples, then the nape of Meghan’s neck. The older woman’s free hand never stopped stroking and massaging the newly smooth skin, clearly savoring the silky texture she was restoring.
“Tomorrow morning you’ll do this all over again,” Diane whispered hotly against Meghan’s ear as she continued shaving. “You’ll kneel for your boss just like you’re kneeling for me right now… and he’ll take every last bit of stubble off you while you stare at your own braid hanging on his wall. And then he’ll fuck you over that desk while your bald head is still wet from the water.”
Meghan’s moan grew louder, her thighs pressing together as the razor continued its slow, claiming path across her scalp. Mistress Diane smiled darkly and kept working, determined to leave her pet perfectly smooth and ready for the day ahead.
Mistress Diane worked with careful, thorough precision until every last trace of stubble was gone. The final pass of the razor left Meghan’s scalp completely smooth, pale, and gleaming under the bathroom lights. She rinsed the remaining lather away with warm water, then dried the young woman’s head with a soft towel, her hands lingering as she admired her work.
“Perfect,” she murmured, voice low and satisfied. “Not a single hair left on this pretty little head.”
She reached for a small bottle of fragrant oil and poured a generous amount into her palm. Warming it between her hands, she began rubbing it slowly over Meghan’s freshly shaved scalp. The oil made the smooth skin shine, turning it soft and silky under her fingers. Diane massaged it in with long, circular strokes, covering every inch of Meghan’s bald head — from the crown down to the nape of her neck, over her temples, and even behind her ears.
Meghan moaned softly at the intimate touch, her body trembling as the oil warmed against her ultra-sensitive scalp. The sensation was luxurious and possessive at the same time, making her feel claimed and owned all over again.
Diane finished by cupping Meghan’s bald head in both hands and leaning down to press a deep, slow kiss against her lips. Her tongue slipped into Meghan’s mouth, claiming her thoroughly while her oily fingers continued to stroke the smooth, shiny scalp.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes were dark with hunger and control.
“It’s time to go see your boss, pet,” she whispered against Meghan’s mouth, giving her bald head one last firm, loving squeeze. “Get dressed. You’re going to walk into that office looking exactly like this — perfectly smooth, oiled, and ready for him to take you however he wants.”
She helped Meghan to her feet, still gently petting the glossy bald head as the young woman stood on shaky legs, completely prepared and already dripping with anticipation for what waited for her at work.
Meghan slipped into her clothes with trembling hands, the soft fabric of her top brushing against her still-sensitive nipples. The oil Diane had massaged into her scalp made her bald head gleam under the morning light, smooth and shiny and impossible to ignore. She ran her fingers over it one last time before stepping out of the apartment, the cool air immediately kissing the oiled skin and sending a shiver down her spine.
She started the walk to the office with her heart already racing. Every few steps her hand rose nervously to her head, rubbing the silky-smooth surface as if she could somehow hide what everyone could see. The oil made her scalp glisten, catching the sunlight and drawing even more attention than the day before. People on the sidewalk stared openly. A man in a business suit slowed down just to look. A pair of women whispered and pointed. One teenage girl actually pulled out her phone and snapped a quick photo before giggling with her friend.
Meghan kept her eyes down, cheeks burning, but she couldn’t stop touching her head. Her fingers slid over the polished, hairless skin again and again, feeling how perfectly smooth Diane had left her. The oil made every touch feel more intimate, more permanent. She could still feel the ghost of the razor and the older woman’s possessive hands.
By the time she reached the office building her palms were slightly slick from the oil and her pussy was already wet with nervous anticipation. She pushed through the glass doors, the stares of the early-arriving coworkers following her the entire way across the lobby. Whispers started almost immediately.
She kept rubbing her shiny bald head as she walked toward her boss’s office, knowing exactly what waited for her on the other side of that door.
Meghan’s hand trembled as she raised it and knocked lightly on the heavy office door.
“Come in, Meghan,” her boss’s deep voice answered from inside.
She took a shaky breath, wiped her slightly oily palm on her skirt, and turned the handle. The door opened with a soft click. She stepped inside and closed it carefully behind her, heart hammering so hard she was sure he could hear it.
He was already seated behind his desk, looking calm and completely in control. The thick chestnut braid still hung proudly on the wall above him, her name engraved on the plaque beneath it. The moment his eyes landed on her, they darkened with pure satisfaction.
Meghan stood just inside the door, one hand nervously rising to rub her oiled, perfectly smooth bald head. The morning light from the window caught the glossy surface of her scalp, making it shine. She could feel his gaze traveling slowly over every inch of her bare head, then down her body and back up again.
“Close the door properly and lock it,” he said quietly.
She obeyed, the soft *click* of the lock sounding final. When she turned back around, he was already standing and walking toward her. His eyes never left her shiny, hairless scalp.
He stopped right in front of her and reached out, placing his large, warm hand firmly on top of her bald head. His palm slid slowly over the oiled skin, testing the smoothness, feeling how perfectly Diane had prepared her.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and approving. “You came early… and you kept it smooth for me.”
His fingers continued to explore her scalp, rubbing the oil deeper into the sensitive skin while Meghan stood there trembling, eyes fixed on the braid hanging above his desk. Her pussy was already wet, her breath coming in short, nervous pants as she waited for whatever he would do next.
He kept rubbing her oiled, perfectly smooth bald head in slow, possessive circles, his large palm sliding over every inch of the sensitive skin as if he owned it completely.
“I think you know the drill now, Meghan,” he said, voice low and calm.
Meghan’s cheeks flushed dark. She swallowed hard, her voice soft and obedient.
“Yes, sir.”
Her hands rose to the hem of her top. With trembling fingers she pulled it up and over her head, the fabric brushing against her bare scalp for a brief moment before she dropped it onto the chair. Next came her bra. She unclasped it and let it fall, her full breasts spilling free, nipples already tight from the cool air and the intensity of his gaze.
She kept her eyes lowered as she unbuttoned her skirt and pushed it down her hips, stepping out of it carefully. Her panties followed, sliding down her thighs until she stood completely naked in front of him once more. The oil on her bald head made it gleam under the office lights, and she could feel a thin trail of wetness already beginning to slip down her inner thigh.
He never stopped touching her. One hand stayed firmly on her smooth scalp, rubbing and exploring the silky, hairless surface while she stripped. His eyes stayed locked on her bald head the entire time, clearly enjoying the sight of her standing there naked, oiled, and completely exposed for him.
When she was finished, she stood with her hands at her sides, waiting. Her gaze flicked up to the thick braid still hanging on the wall above his desk — her former hair on proud display with her name beneath it.
He gave her scalp one more firm, approving stroke.
“On your knees, Meghan.”
She sank down immediately, the cool carpet against her bare skin, her shiny bald head tilted slightly as she looked up at him, ready for whatever came next.
He stood over her, eyes slowly traveling down her naked body. His gaze lingered on her shiny, freshly oiled bald head, then drifted lower — over her full breasts, the soft curve of her stomach, and finally between her slightly parted thighs. He could see how wet she already was, her pussy glistening with clear arousal.
A dark, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Look at you,” he murmured, still slowly rubbing her smooth scalp with one large hand. “Freshly shaved… oiled… and already dripping for me. Such a needy little pet.”
He kept his hand firmly on her bald head as he continued, voice calm and commanding.
“I’ll fuck that needy pussy of yours at the end of the day. For now… I want to use that pretty mouth of yours.”
Meghan’s breath hitched. She looked up at him from her knees, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with a mix of humiliation and desire. Her shiny, oiled scalp felt warm under his palm as he guided her head slightly forward.
She parted her lips without being told, waiting obediently.
He unbuckled his belt with his free hand, lowered his zipper, and freed his already hardening cock. The thick length sprang free right in front of her face. He kept one hand firmly on the back of her bald head, fingers sliding through the oily smoothness, and used the other to guide the swollen head of his cock to her waiting lips.
“Open,” he said quietly.
Meghan obeyed, taking the tip into her mouth. He immediately tightened his grip on her smooth scalp and slowly pushed forward, filling her mouth with his cock while she knelt completely naked and bald at his feet, the braid of her former hair still hanging above the desk like a constant reminder of who she belonged to now.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and approving as he slowly rubbed her oiled, perfectly smooth bald head. His fingers slid over the glossy skin in lazy, possessive circles while Meghan dutifully sucked his cock, taking him deeper with each bob of her head.
He watched her for a long moment, clearly enjoying the sight of his office slut on her knees, completely naked, bald, and oily, her lips stretched around his thick shaft.
Then he spoke again, still casually stroking her scalp.
“It looks like someone else took care of my office slut this morning.”
His hand never left her bald head as he continued, voice calm but laced with dark interest.
“This is freshly shaved… and oiled. Someone else had their hands on you before you even got here.”
Meghan’s cheeks burned. She slowly pulled back, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva still connected her lips to the tip as she looked up at him, eyes glassy and submissive.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, voice slightly hoarse. “My neighbor… Mistress Diane… took an interest in me after you shaved me. She… she shaved me again this morning and oiled my head before sending me to you.”
She didn’t wait for permission. The moment the words left her mouth she leaned forward again, parting her lips and taking his cock back into her warm, wet mouth. She resumed sucking him with the same obedient eagerness as before, her shiny bald head bobbing under his palm while he continued to stroke and claim the smooth, oily surface.
He let out a low, satisfied groan, fingers tightening slightly on her scalp as he watched her work.
A dark, pleased smile spread across his face.
“Good,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction. “I would like you to leave me this Diane’s contact info after work ends. I would love to cooperate with her… into turning you into the perfect office slut and pet.”
Before Meghan could even respond, both of his large hands suddenly gripped the sides of her smooth, oiled bald head. His fingers dug into the glossy, sensitive skin, holding her firmly in place.
Then he began to thrust.
He rolled his hips forward, pushing his thick cock deeper into her mouth with steady, controlled strokes. Meghan’s eyes widened as he filled her throat, the wet, filthy sounds of her gagging and sucking filling the quiet office. Her hands stayed obediently at her sides while he used her bald head like a handle, guiding her exactly where he wanted her.
“That’s it… take it,” he growled, thrusting a little harder. “My bald little office slut… shared between me and your new Mistress.”
He kept a firm grip on both sides of her shiny scalp, fucking her mouth with deep, rhythmic strokes. Every time he pushed forward, her lips stretched around his shaft and her bald head tilted slightly under the pressure of his hands. Saliva began to drip down her chin and onto her bare breasts as he used her without mercy.
Meghan moaned and whimpered around his cock, the vibrations making him groan in approval. Her eyes stayed half-lidded and submissive, locked on his face while he continued to claim her mouth, the thick braid of her former hair still hanging on the wall above the desk like a constant reminder of exactly who she belonged to now.
He kept a firm grip on both sides of her smooth, oiled bald head and delivered several more powerful, deep thrusts into her mouth. Each one forced his thick cock further down her throat, making Meghan gag and whimper around him as saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched lips.
“Fuck… take it,” he growled, fingers digging into the glossy skin of her scalp as he used her. “My good little bald office slut…”
With one final, hard thrust he buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded Meghan’s mouth and throat. She moaned around his cock as he pumped load after load into her, holding her bald head firmly in place so she had no choice but to swallow. Some of his seed still escaped, leaking from the corners of her lips and dripping down her chin onto her bare breasts.
He stayed buried deep for several long seconds, panting, still slowly rubbing and stroking her shiny scalp while the last pulses of his orgasm emptied into her. Only when he was fully spent did he slowly pull back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop.
Meghan stayed on her knees, mouth slightly open, a thick trail of his cum still connecting her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. She looked up at him with glassy, submissive eyes, her oiled bald head gleaming under his hands as she swallowed the rest of what he had given her.
He gave her scalp one final, possessive caress.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Clean yourself up… then get to work. I’ll fuck that needy little pussy of yours when the day is over.”
Meghan quickly wiped her chin and chest clean with a tissue, then hurriedly pulled her clothes back on. Her hands were still slightly shaky as she smoothed her top and skirt into place. The oil on her bald head made it shine under the office lights, and she could already feel a few of her coworkers glancing over as she stepped out of the boss’s office and quietly closed the door behind her.
She walked straight to her desk and sat down, trying to look normal. But the second her bare scalp brushed against the back of the chair, a soft shiver ran through her body. The memory of his cock filling her mouth, the way he had gripped both sides of her shiny bald head while he fucked her throat, and the thick cum she had just swallowed all sat heavy in her mind.
Throughout the morning and into the afternoon, Meghan barely got any real work done.
Every few minutes she found herself squirming in her chair, pressing her thighs together under the desk. Her panties were already soaked again. Every time she shifted, the cool air from the overhead vents kissed the oiled, ultra-sensitive skin of her bald head, reminding her of how exposed she was. Coworkers kept glancing at her — some with open curiosity, some with quiet judgment — and every time she caught someone staring she instinctively raised a hand and rubbed her smooth scalp, which only made the situation worse.
She kept glancing at the clock.
Three more hours.
Two more hours.
One more hour.
Her mind kept drifting back to the promise he had made: *I’ll fuck that needy pussy of yours when the day is over.*
By late afternoon she was so distracted and wet that she could barely focus on her computer screen. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, biting her lip, and discreetly rubbing her bald head under the guise of adjusting her posture. The thick braid of her former hair was still hanging on the wall inside his office, and the thought of walking back in there at the end of the day — completely naked again, bald and oiled, ready to be bent over his desk — made her pussy throb with helpless need.
When the clock finally hit the end of the workday, Meghan’s heart was already racing. She stood up from her desk on slightly shaky legs, smoothed her skirt, and started walking toward his office door once more… ready to be used exactly the way he had promised.
Meghan’s heart was pounding as she raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in.”
She stepped inside, closed the door behind her, and immediately turned the lock with a soft *click*. The sound felt final. When she turned back around, her boss was already watching her from behind his desk, eyes dark with quiet expectation.
Without a single word from him, Meghan began to strip.
She pulled her top up and over her head, the fabric briefly brushing her shiny, oiled bald scalp before she dropped it onto the chair. Her bra followed. She unclasped it and let it fall, her full breasts spilling free, nipples already tight. Next came her skirt. She pushed it down her hips and stepped out of it, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked panties and slid them down her thighs until she stood completely naked in the middle of his office.
She kept her eyes lowered, one hand rising almost instinctively to rub her smooth, glossy bald head as she waited. The thick braid of her former hair still hung on the wall above his desk, a constant reminder of everything she had given up.
He leaned back in his chair and simply watched her for a long moment, taking in the sight of his naked, freshly shaved, oiled office slut standing obediently in front of him. His gaze lingered on her gleaming scalp, then traveled slowly down her body to the wetness already glistening between her thighs.
A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.
“Good girl,” he said quietly. “Come here.”
He reached out, gripped her hips, and pulled her naked body straight onto his lap. Meghan let out a soft gasp as she settled across his thighs, her smooth, oiled bald head now level with his face. His large hands immediately found her scalp, rubbing and stroking the glossy, sensitive skin while he looked into her eyes.
“You didn’t meet your quota today,” he said calmly, still massaging her bald head with both hands. “I think you need to be closer to me so I can ensure you do. From now on, you’ll be working directly in here with me… as my personal assistant.”
Meghan’s breath hitched. A soft, needy moan escaped her lips at the words. The idea of spending every day inside this office — completely under his control, her bald head on constant display, the braid of her former hair hanging right above them — sent a fresh wave of heat straight between her legs.
She shifted on his lap, deliberately rubbing her wet, needy pussy against the thick, hard outline of his cock still trapped in his pants. The friction made her moan again, louder this time, as she ground herself against him. Her hands rested on his shoulders while he continued to caress and claim her shiny scalp.
“Yes, sir…” she whispered, voice thick with arousal, still slowly rolling her hips so her slick folds dragged over the hard length pressing up against her. “I’ll be a good assistant… I promise…”
He smiled darkly and gave her bald head a firm, approving squeeze, clearly enjoying the way she was already grinding against him like a desperate little pet.
He kept both hands firmly on her smooth, oiled bald head, thumbs stroking the glossy skin as he looked into her eyes.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and pleased. “And don’t worry… I’ll make sure your new desk in here will have a perfect view of that beautiful braid on my wall.”
Meghan’s breath caught. She glanced up at the thick chestnut braid still hanging proudly above his desk, her name engraved on the plaque beneath it. The thought of sitting at a desk right here every day — forced to stare at her own severed hair while she worked naked or half-dressed under his control — made her pussy clench with a fresh wave of humiliating arousal.
She moaned softly and ground herself harder against the thick, hard outline of his cock, her slick folds sliding over the fabric of his pants. Her shiny bald head tilted slightly under his hands as she kept rubbing herself against him like a needy pet.
“Yes, sir…” she whispered, voice trembling with both nerves and need. “I’ll look at it every day… while I work for you…”
He smiled darkly and gave her scalp a firm, possessive squeeze, clearly enjoying how wet and desperate she already was for him.
“I know you will,” he said, voice low and certain.
He slid his hands under her thighs and easily lifted her off his lap. Meghan let out a soft, needy sound as he guided her around to the other side of the desk. He positioned her so she was facing the wall, then gently but firmly pushed her forward until her bare stomach and breasts pressed against the cool wood.
Her eyes immediately locked onto the thick chestnut braid hanging above the desk — her former hair, still on proud display with her name engraved beneath it.
She heard the soft metallic *clink* of his belt being unbuckled behind her. Then the sound of his zipper. Fabric shifted as he pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his thick, hard cock.
Meghan’s breath came faster. She kept her gaze fixed on the braid, her shiny, oiled bald head gleaming under the office lights as she waited. Her wet pussy was already aching, dripping down her inner thighs in anticipation.
He stepped in close behind her, the hot, heavy weight of his cock resting against the curve of her ass. One of his large hands returned to the back of her smooth scalp, rubbing and claiming the sensitive skin while the other guided the swollen head of his cock down between her legs, teasing her slick entrance.
“Keep looking at it,” he murmured, pressing just the tip inside her. “That’s what you gave me… and this is what you get in return.”
He held her bald head firmly in place as he prepared to push the rest of the way in.
He pushed forward slowly, sinking his thick cock deep into her dripping pussy in one long, controlled stroke. Meghan let out a broken moan as he filled her completely, her eyes still locked on the thick braid hanging on the wall above the desk.
He kept one large hand firmly on the back of her smooth, oiled bald head, holding her in place while the other gripped her hip. Then he began to fuck her — slow, deep, and thorough.
Every thrust was deliberate. He pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt, stretching her open and grinding against the deepest parts of her. The wet, filthy sound of his cock moving in and out of her soaked pussy filled the quiet office. Meghan’s moans grew louder with every stroke, her bare breasts pressed against the cool wood of the desk as she stared helplessly at her own severed hair.
“That’s it… take it,” he murmured, voice low and steady as he kept the slow, relentless pace. His fingers never stopped stroking and claiming her shiny scalp while he fucked her. “My bald little assistant… staring at your own braid while I use this needy cunt.”
He fucked her like that for a long time — slow, deep, thorough strokes that left her trembling and dripping. Every time she tried to push back for more, he simply held her bald head firmer and kept the same controlled rhythm, making her feel every inch of him.
Meghan’s moans turned into soft, desperate whimpers. Her legs shook. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock as the slow, thorough fucking drove her closer and closer to the edge. She never looked away from the braid.
Finally, after what felt like forever, his thrusts grew just a little harder, a little deeper. His grip on her smooth scalp tightened.
“Fuck… take it, Meghan,” he growled.
He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse filled her while he held her bald head firmly in place, making sure she stayed bent over the desk and staring at her former hair as he marked her from the inside.
Meghan moaned loudly as she felt him empty into her, her own orgasm crashing over her at the same time. Her pussy milking him for every drop while she kept her eyes fixed on the braid hanging above them.
He stayed buried deep inside her for a long moment afterward, still slowly rubbing her oiled, perfectly smooth bald head as the last of his cum leaked out around his cock and down her thighs.
He stayed buried deep inside her for a long moment, one hand still slowly petting and stroking her smooth, oiled bald head in lazy, possessive circles.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied.
He gave her scalp a few more gentle caresses before slowly pulling out, watching as a thick trickle of his cum began to leak from her well-fucked pussy and run down her inner thighs. Then he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the back of her shiny bald head.
“I’ll have your new desk in here before you get to the office tomorrow morning,” he said against her smooth skin. “Everyone else will think you got demoted to my assistant… but we both know that’s only the corporate name for your job.”
He kissed her bald head again, slower this time, clearly savoring the feel of her bare scalp under his lips.
“Your actual position is my bald office slut. And I’m going to increase your pay.”
Meghan trembled at his words, still bent over the desk with his cum dripping out of her, her eyes still locked on the thick braid hanging on the wall. A soft, submissive moan escaped her as he continued to pet and claim her perfectly smooth head.
“Yes, sir…” she whispered, voice hoarse and full of surrender. “I’ll be a good bald office slut for you…”
He smiled against her scalp and gave her one last firm, affectionate stroke.
“I know you will.”
He slowly pulled out of Meghan’s well-used pussy, watching as a thick stream of his cum immediately began leaking down her inner thighs. He gave her smooth, oiled bald head one final possessive stroke before stepping back.
“Now get dressed,” he said, voice calm and commanding, “and give me Diane’s information.”
Meghan stayed bent over the desk for a second longer, still trembling, before she slowly pushed herself upright. His cum continued to drip down her legs as she reached for her clothes with shaky hands. She pulled her panties back on first — the fabric immediately soaking through from the mess between her thighs — then stepped into her skirt and fastened her bra. Her top came last. The entire time she could feel his eyes on her shiny bald head and the cum slowly trailing down her legs.
Once she was dressed, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and quickly found Mistress Diane’s contact. She wrote the number and name on a sticky note from his desk and held it out to him with slightly trembling fingers.
“Here, sir… this is her number. Mistress Diane.”
He took the note, glanced at it, then looked back at her with a dark, satisfied smile. His free hand reached out once more and casually rubbed her oiled, perfectly smooth bald head as if it already belonged to him completely.
“Good girl. Go home. Be back here early tomorrow morning. Your new desk will be waiting… and so will I.”
Meghan nodded, cheeks flushed, still feeling his cum leaking into her panties.
“Yes, sir.”
She turned and left his office, the thick braid of her former hair still hanging proudly on the wall above the desk, and the promise of her new role as his bald office slut already settling deep in her mind.
Meghan left the office building with her cheeks still flushed and her boss’s cum slowly leaking into her panties. Every step of the walk home made her acutely aware of two things: the cool evening air kissing her shiny, oiled bald head, and the thick mess still dripping between her thighs.
People stared. Some openly. A few whispered. One man even slowed his pace just to get a better look at her perfectly smooth scalp. Meghan kept one hand nervously rubbing the glossy surface as she walked, the oil making it catch the streetlights. She could still feel the ghost of her boss’s hands gripping both sides of her bald head while he fucked her throat earlier, and the deeper ache from when he had bent her over the desk and filled her.
By the time she reached her apartment building her legs felt weak. She took the elevator up, heart already beating faster knowing who was waiting for her.
When she unlocked her door and stepped inside, Mistress Diane was already there.
The older woman was lounging on the couch in a silk robe that had fallen open just enough to show the curve of her breasts and the smooth skin of her thighs. The moment her eyes landed on Meghan, a slow, hungry smile spread across her face.
“There’s my pet,” Diane purred, standing up and walking toward her. She didn’t say another word at first — she simply reached out with both hands and cupped Meghan’s shiny, oiled bald head, thumbs stroking the ultra-smooth skin as if inspecting it.
“Mmm… still perfectly smooth. And you smell like him.” Her voice dropped lower, thicker. “Come here and tell Mistress everything that happened today… while I decide how I’m going to use this pretty bald head of yours tonight.”
She kept one hand firmly on Meghan’s scalp and led her deeper into the apartment, clearly ready to claim her pet all over again.
