Quackadilly Blip
Tonight was the night they’d been planning for months. Annie’s birthday dinner with her boyfriend Mike at a $200 a person omakase made for some good instagram pictures and a better meal, but it was only the appetizer. Annie couldn’t stop playing with her dark brown hair. She’d put much more effort into her hair lately, and it showed, as shiny ringlets hung well past her shoulders and bounced with each step. It’s easier to appreciate something that might not be there much longer.
Mike drove home slowly, following every traffic law to the letter, knowing how much it was teasing Annie. The part of her birthday present she’d really been looking forward to was waiting at home.
The second they got back, they locked lips and clothes started coming off. Mike slid a finger inside Annie and felt the moisture that was already running down her legs. As he laid her down on the bed, he began to finger her with increasing speed until she let out the faintest of moans, then began to tease her freshly shaven pussy with his tongue. She gripped the bedsheets and inched closer and closer to orgasm…
And then he stopped.
She reached down quickly to touch herself but he grabbed her arm.
“Ah ahh, you were about to be a naughty girl, and we can’t have that.” Mike scolded playfully. He reached under the bed for a set of handcuffs and secured Annie’s wrists behind her back.
He gave her a few minutes to cool down before getting her off again, this time with a vibrator. Again with perfect timing, he stopped her short of cumming.
“Please may I?”
“Not yet, you desperate slut. You’re going to have to earn it.”
How, exactly, she would have to earn it was still a mystery to Annie, she had only agreed with Mike on two criteria. What the end result could be, and the likelihood that it would happen.
He waited even longer this time, teasing her with his tongue at first. Eating pussy had never failed to make Mike hard, and as soon as he was capable, he slid his cock into Annie’s well-lubricated cunt, thrusting faster and faster as she started to moan, then abruptly pulled out. He was teasing himself as much as he was teasing her, but he couldn’t finish yet, not before the real fun had began.
He let Annie lie there in frustration as he went over to the other room. She heard boxes opening, the sink running, and something heavy sliding. He returned and led her into the living room where a wooden stock was set up, with holes for her neck and wrists.
“Do you want me to let you cum?”
“Yes sir, please”
“Good girl! Here’s what you’ll have to do. There are six identical tubes on the ground. Five of them contain a harmless lotion. The other… well, you know. Put on the gloves, take one, and spread the contents into your hair at the base of the scalp, and be sure to be thorough.”
On the floor were six opaque tubes about the size of a travel toothpaste and a pair of latex gloves. Annie thought carefully, then put on the gloves and grabbed one, spreading the entire contents of the tube and then checking again and again that she hadn’t missed a spot.
“Excellent. Now take the key, place it in the lockbox, set the timer for 20 minutes, and put your head and hand in the stocks.”
Again, she obeyed him, locking the key away in a box with a digital timer and setting it to 20 minutes. Her dark brown hair, full of goop, hung limply from her head as Mike closed the stocks and locked them shut, using the lock that corresponded to the key Annie had just made inaccessible for the next 20 minutes. He laid down under her as she lowered her hips to meet his mouth.
Four Months Earlier
Annie got out of her friend Monika’s pool and laid down next to her on the deck chair, admiring the elaborate gardens of Monika’s backyard and taking in the sun for her first tan of the summer.
“Hey I know this is weird to ask” said Monika “but feel this.” She held out her leg and pointed to her calf. Annie rubbed the skin.
“Wow, smooth! What have you been using?”
“That’s the thing. I’ve been using nothing. I haven’t shaved my legs in the last 2 months.”
“Oh so you got laser hair removal?” Annie inquired.
“Nope.” Monika grinned as Annie awaited the explanation “Ok… So you know my cousin Victor right?”
“Yeah, he’s the one who is getting his Ph.D. in, Anthropology, right?”
“Yep. So he was in Peru last year, apparently there are records of this tribe- stuff like cave drawings, accounts from other tribes. Supposedly, all the members of the tribe, men and women, are always depicted as being completely hairless. Not a whole lot is known about them since they were wiped out by the conquistadores or whatever. It’s always been assumed that they had some sort of genetic thing where they didn’t grow hair. Anyway, on Victor’s last trip, they discovered this plant.”
“A plant?”
“Yeah, so there is this plant that grows in a few areas there, and it secretes a resin. You rub this resin on your skin and leave it there for about 20 minutes, then it starts to sting a little bit, and it completely stops the hair from growing back. Victor gave me a few seeds and I grew enough in my garden to rub on my legs. I think it actually works.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not really, felt like a sunburn for a few days but nothing after that.”
“And it’s permanent?”
“I think so. It’s been a year since they discovered it. Victor said he tested some on his arm when they first found it, and the hair still hasn’t grown back like, at all.”
“Wow, that’s awesome! I want some.”
“I used the whole harvest on myself, unfortunately. It took me about 6 months to grow the plant to where I could harvest the resin, so I should have a bigger batch about 4 months from now.”
“Right in time for my birthday!”
Annie spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing quietly by the pool. Ostensibly, she just needed time to relax, but her mind was racing, she couldn’t stop thinking about the implications of what Monika had just described. On her way you, she asked a question.
“So this stuff, if someone put it in your shampoo it would make your hair fall out?”
“Uhh… Annie, if you’re thinking of doing that to Mike, I don’t know if something is going on between you two, but I’m pretty sure that’s a felony and I had no part in this conversation.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean putting it in Mike’s shampoo. I’d never do that, and he’s great! I was just joking.”
Present day
Mike worked Annie’s clit and surrounding areas with his tongue while he caressed her lower body. He replaced his tongue with his fingers momentarily so he could speak.
“Your smooth pussy feels so good! I hope you’re ready for your head to be even smoother!”
She spasmed and collapsed onto him, cumming with such intensity that she needed to stop for a drink of water, and Mike needed to move an ottoman to hold her up. She started to feel a tingle in her scalp.
“Ten minutes left on the timer. I could probably save your hair if I wash that stuff out right now.” Mike taunted
Mike went over to the kitchen and got a large pot of warm water he’d prepared beforehand. He started to walk over to Annie, then turned and poured it down the sink.
“But I won’t. If you picked the wrong one, your hair is already gone.”
Once she’d had a chance to get her heartbeat as close back to normal as she could, Mike entered her from behind, slowly, then gradually with more and more force. They both experienced unparalleled ecstasy, moving their bodies in unison while Mike pulled on the ends of her hair that weren’t coated in the viscous gel. When a clump of hair ripped out with ease, he could no longer contain himself, and erupted inside of her. Then, once he himself had taken a minute to come back to earth, he spent the remaining seven and a half minutes on the timer coaxing a couple more orgasms out of Annie with a vibrator, her senses heightened by the itching feeling all over her head that she couldn’t scratch. More pieces of hair fell to the floor.
The timer ran out, and Mike unleashed Annie. She immediately reached for her scalp. The resin had mostly dried. She tugged on a lock of hair and it came out effortlessly, then another, then she gathered all of her hair and yanked, staring in shock when she realized the huge clump of hair in her hand wasn’t attached to her head. She put the hair down and felt her scalp. It was perfectly smooth, save for a few stray hairs which came out with minimal resistance.
“Well Mike, I hope you like having a bald girlfriend.”
“Annie, you have never been as hot as you are right now. I can’t believe you picked the right tube on the first try, but now that I see what you look like without hair, I’m so glad you did.”
She embraced Mike’s body, losing herself in the aroma of his sweat. In the back of her mind, she worried that he wouldn’t trust her enough to actually follow through and create a realistic chance that she would lose her hair for good, but he did. This one, she knew, was a keeper.
