May went to Mistress Dee to fulfill a fantasy. At the end of their second session, May, flushed from her paddling, finally noticed the wall of latex and leather hoods on display in the dungeon. (Their first session consisted mostly of tea and conversation in her living room.) Mistress Dee noticed her looking. She started playing with May's long blonde ponytail.
"Do you want to try one?" she asked, "I'm happy to oblige, but it will cost you, slave."
May swallowed. "What will it cost slave, Mistress?"
"You will need to cut your hair short."
For the next few weeks, May thought about the hoods. At first, she tried not to. Why would she cut her hair short? Everyone loved her hair. They saw her natural blonde hair, flowing almost to her waist, and exclaimed, "What beautiful hair you have! Never cut it!" Except May had a secret. She wanted pain. She wanted humiliation. So, she couldn't not think about the hoods. Thinking about being sat down by Mistress Dee. Thinking about her hair being cropped short. Thinking about her pretty face then covered by latex or leather.
When May arrived at Mistress Dee's for her next session, Mistress Dee asked her if she wanted to try the hoods again. May only nodded. Gently but firmly, Mistress Dee took her into another room of the dungeon. It was set up like a barbershop. Ar her mistress's direction, she stripped down to her underwear and put on a grey smock.
"I will be keeping your ponytail, slave," said Mistress Dee, pulling it taunt.
May nodded. "Thank you, mistress."
Then Mistress Dee started to cut. May had thick hair. It took awhile to saw through the base of her ponytail. Once her scissors won, she held it up like a trophy. With that done, she reached for the clippers. She made sure that May saw her pop off the guard. May said nothing. So, Mistress Dee began, running them right down the center of her head.
Once she finished, she let May sit with what she allowed to be done to her. Oh, thought May, looking in the mirror, my hair was my best feature. Her ears were big. Her chin was weak. And now anyone could see it.
Seeing May's distress, Mistress Dee started rubbing her buzzed head. "Look at you, slave," she said soothingly, "The outside finally matches the inside."
May nodded. The older woman was right. People would finally see who she was. "Thank you, Mistress."
She pointed to a broom and dustpan in the corner. "Clean up this mess, and then we will find slave a nice hood to cover her bald head."
Hair fell from May's shoulders and lap as she got up. When her hands went to feel her head, Mistress Dee gave her ass a spank. She then reminded her of her assigned task. May apologized and went to work. As she work, she noticed the wet spot between her legs. She blushed.
Seeing her blush, Mistress Dee laughed. "Normally, I just bob my female slaves' hair, but I thought that my May would enjoy a more extreme makeover. Glad that I was right."
May's blush deepened, but she focused on cleaning, eager for what was next.
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