What made up my mind was watching my husband shave a few mornings ago. He uses an old-fashioned straight razor, which—to be honest, I’d never paid much attention to—I suddenly realized was very beautiful. An idea began to shape in my mind as I watched him pull his skin taut and carefully drag the keen edge of the blade through the thickly-lathered shaving creme. If I’m going to do it, why not go all in? Of course, I always assumed my shearing would happen at the salon where my stylist works (since I’d be cutting—pun intended—her off for probably six months if not a year, I figured I owed her at least as much), but the more I thought about it, the more intimate and enjoyable it seemed to me to let my husband do it.
I went online and, not ashamed to admit, began searching for…well, I guess it’s technically porn, but I wanted to find videos of head shaving with a sexual context (or is it subtext?—one downside of losing my hair is I’m losing my dumb blondness). I found something that struck a particularly strong chord with me, so I decided to use it as my model. Basically, without going into details, it involved the lathering and shaving of a woman’s entire body by a bunch of other women. What I particularly enjoyed about it were the BDSM undertones; throughout, she is blindfolded and held in place by the others, so she can only feel, not see, and must remain utterly passive throughout, lest she risk being cut by the blade. I liked how shaving her head became an act of dominance and control, first by ensuring her body was perfectly smooth and sexualized, and second by removing the most visible symbol of her femininity.
After double-checking with Blake that he approved—although, to be honest, I was going to do it regardless—I went out and bought electric clippers and a new straight razor (since I didn’t want to cut my hair off with his). Then, after Blake got home, we put baby down for a nap and retreated to the master bathroom to begin the ritual.
We didn’t have as much time as I would have liked, but we did manage to get it all in. Starting with my legs, B shaved everything. My legs, my pussy, and finally, my head. In order to shave my head, he first used scissors to cut my hair to a more manageable length, then used the clippers to buzz me to the point where the straight razor could finish the job. I almost had him stop when I had super-short hair, but he encouraged me to continue, and I’m super glad he did. The feel of my scalp, completely bare and smooth, is something I still can’t get over, and B seems to be as much in love with it as I am.
Of course, you know we had to have a quickie as soon as he was done, and one of the things that I DEMANDED (bad behavior for a bimbo/cuckquean, I know) was that he rub his cock over my scalp, which he said was surprisingly pleasing. Strange, how something completely unconnected to the physical act of lovemaking could have such a strong impact on the pleasure we both felt. In fact, seeing myself in the mirror, naked and hairless, my tattoo—Love, Honor & Obey—clearly emphasized, made me realize how much I enjoy my role, my station in life. So, to celebrate that fact, and the help reinforce the reality of my newly hairless existence, I’ve since slipped back into the chastity belt—for the time being at least.
More later.
Love you guys!
So hot! Found a new kink. Add it to the ever-growing collection.
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