I first began realizing that Linda was a hot submissive when she began to point out every bald person we ever saw on television. I had been friends with her for about a year before we really got to know one another. Eventually we became lovers and moved into the same house.
We had been having normal girl girl sex for a few months, but nothing out of the ordinary. Then Linda began showing great interest in key items, like police handcuffs, leather biker jackets, thigh high boots. I began to see wild new possibilities for our relationship.
She was always dressing in leather minis, wearing only stockings and hardly ever a bra or panties. She was fascinated by the idea of shaving. Linda had often paused at beauty shop windows and asked me if she’d look nice with her long brown hair cut short. When I’d say sure, she’d say, “I mean really short.”
One time after a night on the town, Linda and I hit the sack. I was especially hot that night and needed more than our usual dildo and tongue session. I told Linda that she did not seem happy and asked her if there was something missing in our life. She responded quickly that she missed not having someone to take care of her totally.
That was my opportunity, and I told Linda that our relationship was going to change. She needed someone to take care of her needs, discipline her and reward her. She breathlessly agreed. I asked her if she thought that she was capable of being my house slave. She whispered yes, then dropped to the foot of the bed at my feet. I said that I was glad she agreed. Then I used my old suitcase straps to secure her on the floor and told her in no uncertain terms that we would begin a new phase in our relationship in the morning.
When I awoke, Linda had a hot look in her eyes. I told her the weekends would be mine, with her as my sexual slave. She would do exactly as I said, because I knew what was best.
To start out her new life, Linda brought out all of her clothes to me for an inspection. She said she didn’t want to wear anything I didn’t really like her in. I approved of her leather minis and halter tops, but all the pants and skirts longer than mid thigh had to go. The bras, panties and socks: ditto.
Next I took Linda into the bathroom to look over that gorgeous body. I immediately took away her jewelry and makeup, luxury items not appropriate for a slave. Linda had these long painted fingernails that certainly would hinder her new chores around the house. She clipped her fingernails and toenails right in front of me. Linda’s pubic bush was a pretty shade of brown, but slave usually don’t sport cunt hair so out came the razor. Linda was getting very hot, but we were not finished.
Linda and I went to the mall to complete her transformation into my slave. She had never been this hot. Linda was wearing a black leather mini, a tube top and boots. The first stop was the pet shop, where I bought her a nice set of collars. Thank goodness for credit cards, because the next stop was the shoe store. The clerk got a hard on looking up Linda’s mini as she tried on her spiked heels. Naturally, I bought her the black pair that were so high, Linda could barely walk without stumbling. I was sure she could adjust.
Shopping for clothes was fun indeed. The staple of Linda’s wardrobe was leather miniskirts in black and red. One skirt was so short that when she bent down slightly, her shaved cunt was exposed. I paired her skirts with cut off tops and sheer blouses to create a few outfits for a deserving slave. The one special outfit we bought was a French maid’s uniform for Linda to wear when tending to her duties. The dress was cut short, with a plunging neckline, and had a matching cap and apron.
The day had been quite a success, but I knew the thing she was really waiting for was her haircut. The barbershop in the mall was quite busy, and boy, did Linda stick out there. I spoke to the barber myself, while Linda was permitted to give only a yes or no answer. I told this male barber of about fifty to cut Linda’s shoulder length brown hair to her chin. Linda nodded yes.
After a few minutes of chopping inches and inches off, the barber asked if it was okay. I approached Linda, looking into her eyes, and said to cut it shorter, up to her ears. With that Linda squirmed in her chair, apparently near orgasm, nodding to go ahead all the while. This took a little longer, as the hair was coming off in clumps. There was a huge pile of brown locks on the floor.
I looked at Linda’s new short man’s haircut and said that it was just not right somehow. Linda opened her eyes wide in excitement and anticipation. I asked her if she would like to go shorter. She nodded yes. The barber asked, “How short is shorter?” I said to give her a crew cut! The barber was obviously upset at having to spend so much time on this one haircut, so he hurriedly drew out his clippers and clicked them once. “Okay, ladies, here goes!” he said.
The sudden loud buzzing startled Linda, but the barber was giving her no time to think this over. He ran the electric clippers from her forehead to her neck, taking off piles of hair and leaving nothing but stubble. The other customers were openly gawking now, but we were both in a wild state of sexual arousal.
The scene was not over yet, though. Linda was dying to go all the way. This was her dream, her fantasy. I ran my hand over Linda’s prickly scalp and asked her if she would like to finish the job, as having come this far, we might as well go all the way. Sitting in the barber’s chair, squirming on her wet cunt, Linda finally spoke something other than yes. She said, “Shave it bald!”
The barber said, “Well, you dames beat all!” He brought out the shaving cream and lathered Linda’s head. With a straight razor he had sharpened on his razor strop, he began to shave away the stubble from Linda’s head. In a few minutes she was bald, smooth and hairless, and gripping the armrests tightly as a powerful orgasm rocked her from head to toe.
Linda’s transformation was finished. Her fantasy had become reality. During the weekdays, Linda and I lead very average lives however, where she works the have had to accustom themselves to Linda’s proudly bald head, which is shaved nightly. On the weekends Linda becomes my slave and is at my sexual disposal.
Ms. C.W., Missouri