whynotshaveme
I spent my early twenties traveling through Europe. Lacking much money, I stayed in hostels. Of varying quality. Sometimes poor quality. That’s how I got lice in Amsterdam. The itch woke me in the middle of the night, and it would not abate. Needing a quick remedy, I went to a 24 hour pharmacy. It was just me and the pharmacy clerk. Luckily, he spoke excellent English. Once I explained my needs, he shook his head.
“We won’t have any lice treatments in stock until our shipment arrives in the morning,” he said, “but we do have the means to shave your body if you cannot wait that long.”
“Shave my body?” I asked.
He said, “Head to toe! The best cure for lice!”
In a mirror in the cosmetics section, I caught a glimpse of my shoulder length bright red hair. Oh, I thought, I can’t shave my head. Then my whole body started itching uncontrollably again. An itch that I knew couldn’t be scratched. Desperate for relief, I grabbed from the shelves what I needed from the shelves even though I need that I couldn’t really afford the total cost. The clerk smiled when I piled everything on his counter. Then he offered that, in exchange for him paying for the equipment, I’d let him shave me. I quickly agreed. After he locked the front door of the pharmacy, he lead me into the backroom.
“Strip,” he said, pulling on white latex gloves.
After I piled my clothing on a chair, he grabbed my hair and dragged me over to a trash can. I breathed heavily as he plunged his newly purchased clippers, sans guard, into my beautiful red locks. I could see them fall into the trash can, covering the lunchtime garbage. Once he did my scalp, he swiped off my eyebrows. Then he spread my legs. My poor bush, I thought, as he sheared it off. He also raised my arms above my head and took my underarm hair.
“Look at you,” he said, his huge erection visible, “stripped and shorn.”
Tears of shame leaked from my eyes. At that point, I realized that I had let a pervert trick me into fetish play, and, even worse, I was enjoying it. I wanted to get on my knees and service that huge cock of his.
I rubbed my fuzzy head, wondering why I was being turned on by this horrible experience. “Am I finished yet?”
“You must be shaved to the skin,” he said, picking up a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor.
Knowing that, at this point, I was committed to this experience, I stayed still as he lathered me up head to toe and shaved me smooth. He took his time with the razor. By the time that he finished, there wasn’t a single hair on my body, except for my fine ginger eyelashes. He gave me a rubdown with a fresh towel. Then he stuck his fingers up my newly smooth cunt. Finding it wet and willing, he stayed here, manipulating me for my pleasure and his.
“You were so beautiful,” he said, “and now you’re just an ugly bald thing.”
“Oh…why did you do this to me?” I asked, moaning from that heady mix of pleasure and shame that he was making me feel.
“You asked for it.”
Once we both had our fill, he supervised me as I cleaned up my fallen hair with the pharmacy’s broom. I had to throw everything out, including the clothing that I walked in with. When I asked if he would give me new clothing, he laughed at me.
Slipping a leash around my neck, he told me, “This is Amsterdam. Nobody cares.”
So, he lead me on a leash, bald and naked, down the street to a brothel. I could feel my arousal drip down my legs. Nobody cared except for some tourists, and they just took my picture. The clerk handed my leash and my purse to the man at the door who handed him an envelope of cash.
“I will be back for visits,” he said, kissing my bald head.
When the clerk left, the man at the door tugged my leash. I followed him inside like an obedient dog. He brought me to a windowless white room. There was a bed with straps in the center of it. My nipples hard with anticipation, I allowed him to strap me in. Noticing my arousal, the man at the door played with my tits.
“Soon,” he said, “soon.”
Then he left me to wonder what further pleasurable humiliations would be visited upon my body by the visitors to this brothel…
THE END
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