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After her first client, Corey, Maddie’s reputation as the Shaved Mistress took off. What started as a quirky side hustle quickly snowballed into something bigger. Here’s how it unfolded with two new guys she found through Reddit, and an unexpected twist with a woman named Liz.
Finding Two More Clients
Maddie leaned into her newfound persona, posting more on Reddit—photos of her clippers, her smooth scalp, and cryptic captions like “Who’s next?” The response was overwhelming. Her inbox flooded with messages, but two stood out: Alex and Ben.
- Alex: A thrill-seeker obsessed with the idea of a forced head shave. He wanted Maddie to take charge, play the dominant role, and leave him bald.
- Ben: A guy with gorgeous, wavy hair who craved a power play—he wanted Maddie to beg him to let her shave his head.
Both agreed to her fee: $1000, paid upfront via PayPal. Maddie couldn’t believe how smoothly the transactions went. This is too easy, she thought, grinning as the payments hit her account.
The Forced Head Shave with Alex
Maddie met Alex at The Razor’s Edge bar. He was tall, with messy blond hair and a playful smirk. After a quick drink, they headed to Jake’s barbershop, where Alex laid out his fantasy. “Make it feel like I’ve got no choice,” he said, eyes glinting with excitement.
Maddie snapped the cape around his neck and grabbed her clippers. “You’re mine now,” she said, flicking them on. The buzz filled the room.
Alex squirmed in the chair, playing his part. “Wait, wait, I changed my mind!” he said, half-laughing, half-serious.
Maddie leaned in close, her voice firm. “Too bad, Alex. You’re getting shaved.” She pressed the clippers to his forehead and buzzed a clean strip down the center, his blond hair tumbling to the floor. Alex gasped, clutching the armrests. “No, my hair!” he protested, but his grin betrayed him.
“Keep still,” Maddie teased, “or I’ll tie you down.” She buzzed the sides, carving through his mop with steady strokes, leaving patchy stubble behind. Alex’s breathing hitched, his mock resistance fading into thrilled silence.
She lathered his scalp with warm shaving cream, spreading it with slow, deliberate circles. “Time to finish you off,” she said, gliding the razor over his head in smooth, confident strokes. The scrape of the blade was hypnotic, stripping away the last of his hair. Alex’s protests turned to soft sighs as his scalp emerged, shiny and bald.
Maddie wiped him clean and rubbed his head. “All gone,” she said, smirking. Alex ran his hands over his bare scalp, beaming. “That was insane,” he said, voice trembling with adrenaline. “Worth every penny.”
The Begging Game with Ben
Ben was a different challenge. They met at the bar, where he flaunted his thick, wavy brown hair, running his fingers through it with a cocky smile. “You’ve gotta beg me to shave this off,” he said.
Maddie laughed. “Beg you? No way. Your hair’s perfect—you’ll look awful bald.” She wasn’t entirely joking; his locks were enviable.
Ben leaned closer. “That’s the fun of it. Convince me.”
At Jake’s barbershop, Maddie caped him up, clippers in hand. “Last chance,” she said, eyeing his hair regretfully. “You’re making a mistake.”
“Beg me,” Ben insisted, smirking.
Maddie sighed, then turned on the charm. “Please, Ben, let me shave your head. I need to see you smooth, bald, totally transformed.” Her tone was teasing, but she played it up, brushing his shoulder.
“More,” he said, enjoying the game.
“Pretty please,” she purred, “let me buzz it all off. You’ll love it, I swear.” She ran her fingers through his waves one last time, almost reluctant.
Ben relented. “Fine, do it.”
Maddie buzzed his hair down to stubble, the clippers chewing through his perfect mane. She razored him smooth after, her hands steady as she scraped away the last traces. Ben watched in the mirror, a mix of shock and delight on his face. When she finished, he touched his bald head, surprised. “Okay, you were right—it’s not bad,” he said, laughing. He left grinning, clearly satisfied.
An Unexpected Message from Liz
Just when Maddie thought she’d seen it all, a message popped up on Reddit from someone named Liz. A woman. Maddie blinked at the screen, skeptical. Is this a prank? she wondered. She’d never imagined a girl reaching out for her services.
Liz was persistent, messaging daily with polite but eager notes: “I love your posts,” “I’ve always wanted this,” “Can we meet?” After a week, Maddie bit the bullet and set a date, curiosity outweighing her doubts.
Meeting Liz
Maddie walked into The Razor’s Edge and froze. There was Liz, perched at the bar—gorgeous, with long, silky brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Maddie’s stomach flipped. She’s stunning, she thought, suddenly nervous.
She amped up her Shaved Mistress persona to cover it, striding over with a smirk. “Hey, gorgeous,” she said, reaching out to rub Liz’s hair. It was soft as silk. “Wouldn’t you love to look like me?” she teased, running a hand over her own freshly shaved scalp.
Liz blushed, smiling shyly. “That’s the plan.”
They made small talk over drinks. Maddie twirled a strand of Liz’s hair, hesitant. “I’ve never shaved a girl before,” she admitted. “You sure about this?”
Liz nodded, her voice quiet but firm. “I’ve wanted it for years. I’ve got this… shaving fetish, I guess. Watched videos, dreamed about it, but I was always too scared. Your posts gave me the guts to finally do it.”
Maddie’s nerves eased. “Alright, let’s make it happen.”
At Jake’s barbershop, Maddie settled Liz into the chair, the familiar creak of the leather seat breaking the quiet. She fastened the cape around Liz’s neck with a quick snap, the fabric settling over her shoulders. Liz’s long, thick brown hair spilled over the back of the chair, shimmering under the shop’s lights. Maddie felt a flicker of excitement—this was her first time shaving a woman’s head, and Liz’s nervous energy only heightened the moment.
“You sure about this?” Maddie asked, her voice steady as she picked up the clippers, their weight grounding her.
Liz’s eyes met hers in the mirror, wide and bright with anticipation. “Absolutely,” she said, her breath already quickening. “I’ve dreamed about this forever.”
Maddie flicked the clippers on, the low buzz cutting through the silence like a promise. She positioned them at Liz’s forehead, right at the hairline, and held them there for a heartbeat, letting the vibration tease Liz’s skin. Liz’s breathing grew heavy, her chest rising and falling in sharp, eager bursts. Her hands gripped the armrests, knuckles whitening as the sensation sank in.
“Oh my God,” Liz whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and thrill.
Maddie’s lips quirked into a small smile. She had a strict no-sex rule during headshaves—it kept things professional—but Liz’s reaction was electric, impossible to ignore. She wanted Liz to fully embrace this moment, to feel every second of it. Without a word, she reached into her bag, pulled out a smaller set of clippers, and handed them to Liz.
“Here,” Maddie said, her tone low and conspiratorial. “Play with yourself. Let the vibration take you there.”
Liz’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across her face as she took the clippers. “Seriously?” she asked, her voice a giddy whisper. Maddie just nodded, giving her the green light.
With a flick of the switch, the smaller clippers hummed to life. Liz slid them under the cape, pressing them against herself, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips. Her head tipped back slightly, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation hit her full force. “Oh, wow,” she breathed, her body relaxing into the chair.
Maddie didn’t miss a beat. She pressed the larger clippers against Liz’s forehead and pushed them back, carving a clean path through the thick brown hair. Locks tumbled down, sliding off the cape and piling up on the floor in soft, silky waves. Liz gasped, her body jolting slightly at the first pass, her breath hitching as the clippers buzzed over her scalp.
“You’re loving this,” Maddie teased, her voice warm as she buzzed the next strip parallel to the first. More hair fell, revealing a patchy layer of stubble. Liz’s moans deepened, her thighs pressing together under the cape as the smaller clippers worked their magic.
“It’s… incredible,” Liz managed, her words shaky but laced with delight.
Maddie kept the rhythm steady, shearing the sides next, the clippers gliding smoothly around Liz’s ears. Hair rained down in steady waves, and with each pass, Liz’s scalp emerged, prickly and raw. Maddie ran her hand over the buzzed section, the texture rough against her palm. “Look at you,” she said, her tone soft but firm. “So bold already. So cute with it short like this.”
Liz’s eyes snapped open, meeting Maddie’s in the mirror. “I want it all off,” she said, her voice thick with longing. “Smooth. Completely bald.”
Maddie grinned, setting the clippers aside and reaching for the shaving cream. She scooped out a dollop, warming it between her hands before spreading it over Liz’s scalp in slow, deliberate circles. The minty foam glistened, and Liz sighed, her body trembling as the sensation layered onto the buzz of the clippers between her legs.
“Almost there,” Maddie murmured, picking up the razor. She started at the crown, dragging the blade front to back in smooth, even strokes. The scrape of metal against skin was hypnotic, each pass peeling away the stubble to reveal pale, glistening scalp. Liz’s moans turned to whimpers, her body arching as the razor danced across her head.
Maddie tilted Liz’s head gently, shaving the sides with precision, then the nape, her movements careful but confident. She went over it twice, ensuring every inch was flawless. With each stroke, she rubbed Liz’s head, her fingers sliding over the freshly shaved skin. “So perfect,” she said, her voice a soothing purr. “You look so cute like this, Liz. So beautiful and bare.”
Liz’s breathing grew ragged, her body tensing as the smaller clippers pushed her closer to the edge. Maddie finished with a final swipe of the razor, wiping the scalp clean with a warm towel. She ran both hands over Liz’s head, marveling at the glassy smoothness. “There,” she said, her tone brimming with pride. “Perfect. You’re a stunner.”
Liz’s eyes fluttered open just as her body shuddered, the vibration between her legs tipping her over. A loud, unrestrained moan filled the room, her head falling back as she climaxed—the best orgasm she’d ever had, sparked by the clippers and the thrill of her transformation. Her chest heaved, her face flushed with satisfaction as she rode the wave.
Maddie stepped back, letting Liz catch her breath. When Liz finally lifted her head, Maddie handed her a mirror. Liz stared at her reflection, her mouth dropping open in awe. Her bald head gleamed, smooth and flawless under the lights.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, her hands exploring her scalp. “I look… amazing.”
Maddie chuckled, rubbing Liz’s head one more time, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the slick surface. “Told you. You’re gorgeous like this. So perfect, so you.”
Liz beamed, her fingertips tracing her bare scalp. “I can’t believe how good this feels,” she said, her voice shaky but joyful. “Thank you, Maddie. This was… everything.”
Maddie winked. “Anytime, Liz. You rock this look.”
Liz stood, brushing off the cape, her bald head shining as she moved. She left the shop with a radiant smile, and Maddie watched her go, feeling a quiet satisfaction. She’d bent her own rule a little, but seeing Liz so happy—so fully herself—made it worth it.
