Iwantyoubald
I know how this sounds, but I sold my soul to the devil. Unlike most people, I didn’t ask for money or eternal life. I wondered about mind control powers.
It all started 2 months ago when I started dating Jessie. She was beautiful with bright red dyed hair that went to her waist. I had no idea how someone like her could fall for someone like me, some punk kid from downtown dressed in all black with spiky short dyed black and green hair.
Jessie was into witchy things like tarot and crystals, so I started learning about the devil. I discovered I could contact him if I wanted to sell my soul. I was sure I could get anything I wanted if my soul was pure.
Once I did the ritual, I sat on my bed, waiting. Five minutes passed, then ten, then suddenly, my full-length mirror began to glow red. I quickly walked towards it, excited that my ritual had worked. After a minute, a tall humanoid creature stepped out of the mirror. “You have summoned me here to sell your soul to me. What is it that you ask for?” It spoke. “I want the power to control whatever someone does once I’ve said it to them,” I replied.
After successfully selling my soul, I left my studio apartment and went downstairs. In the main office of my apartment complex was Leah. Leah and I had always been friends. Ever since I moved in three years ago. Leah was gorgeous, with long blonde curly hair. We had talked about how she had always wanted to cut her hair. When curled, it reached down to her elbows, but when it was straightened, it was down to her butt. I decided it was time to test my new powers.
I walked up to the front desk and said, “Hey Leah, How’s everything going today?,“” Things are going great, thanks for asking. You look excited. What’s on your mind” she replied. “I want you to put your hair in two ponytails and take the scissors and cut them off,” I said matter-of-factly. Her eyes glowed red for a second, then she took two rubber bands out of her desk drawer and put her hair in two ponytails. She then grabbed the scissors from a cup on the desk and began cutting off the first ponytail. After cutting off the first one, she placed it on the desk and began to cut off the next. After both ponytails were on the desk, her eyes glowed red again, and she was back.
She looked at the desk, grabbed the two ponytails with one hand, and touched her head with the other. “What the fuck did I just do” she mumbled, almost crying. “I look hideous,” I spoke up. “You are happy that you cut off your hair, and you want me to cut the rest off” Once again, her eyes glowed red, and she grinned “oh my god, I’ve wanted to do that forever. Could you please cut the rest off for me” I also smiled “why, of course, but I don’t know how I would make it even with scissors? Do you have clippers by chance?”
“No, I don’t just cut it all as close to my head as you can,” She said, handing me the scissors.
As instructed, I took the scissors and cut off as much hair as close to her head as possible. Leaving many patches of hair of different lengths, none more than a quarter of an inch long. Her eyes glowed red again. “Thank you so much for doing that,” she rubbed her head, “it’s perfect.” I waved as I walked out of the door, excited that my powers had worked.
I walked over to my neighbor’s house, where my neighbor, her boyfriend, and their 18-year-old daughter lived. I am closer to their daughters’ age, being 22 myself. My neighbor’s boyfriend was out of town for the week, so it was just my neighbor and her daughter. Her daughter had dark brown hair a couple inches past her shoulders with blunt bangs, and my neighbor had a dark brown bob that rested on her collarbones. Her daughter opened the door “hello?” she asked “go grab your mom and come here with her,” I stated. Her eyes glowed red as she walked inside and brought her mom to the door. Once they were both in front of me, I said, “You will let me tie you up and shave off all of your hair.” Their eyes glowed red as they put their hands before them, prepared to be tied up.
I walked into their house and tied them both to kitchen chairs. I walked in front of them again. “You will beg me not to cut your hair and try to make me not cut it,” I said as their eyes glowed red again. The daughter spoke. “Please, sir, don’t cut off my hair. I won’t be beautiful without it.” “No,” II said swiftly, grabbing the scissors I kept from Leah’s desk. I cut off her bangs, leaving a line of stubble at the front of her face. I then grab her hair in a ponytail, using my hand to hold it together, and begin to cut. “No, please, I beg you, I’ll do anything,” she pleads. “Okay,” I reply as I stop cutting, leaving half her head untouched. “What are you gonna do with this?” I put a mirror in front of her as she began to cry.
I ask her mom, “do you own clippers” I ask. “No, please, please don’t shave my head, please,” she begs her daughter, still crying in the chair next to her “tell the truth,” I say. Her eyes glow red “yes, in my bathroom,” she replies. I walk to the bathroom and grab the standard clippers, no guard. I also take a beard trimmer that will shave all the way to the skin, leaving nothing left. I walk back to the mom, take the beard trimmers, and turn them on. I place them next to her left eyebrow and shave it off. I do the same with the right one. “Shave your own head with this,” I say to the mom handing her the standard clippers. Her eyes glow red as I untie her, and immediately she shaves a strip down the center of her head.
Once she’s done, I tell her, “go take a shower and razor-shave the rest off.” she starts walking to the bathroom as her eyes glow red again. I turn back to the daughter “you now have a hair fetish,” her eyes glow red as she looks at me “let me suck you off while you shave my head, please.” I untie her and unbutton my jeans. I take the beard trimmer slowly, shaving off parts of her hair as she blows on me. By the time I’m done shaving her, I cum as she swallows. She grabs the beard trimmer from me and shaves off her own eyebrows. Her mom comes out of the bathroom looking exactly the same as she did when I entered, except now she has no hair on her head but her eyelashes. Her daughter looked exactly the same.
I then hear the lock click at the door. My neighbor’s boyfriend walks in, seeing his daughter and girlfriend bald and eyebrowless. He stomps towards me. “You think they look good and are happy they did this.” He smiles as his eyes glow red. I walk out of the house and head to my girlfriend’s.
