bald girl lover

19f/hairfetish/headshaving/forced haircut. send me your horny asks.

[customboytoyz]

re: businessman forcemasc idk if ur ever on hairstorynetwork . com but they have a lot of like. forced workplace headshaves

they arent forcemasc for the most part but. might still be fun

they've also started having AI stories on the site which is. another whole issue but! a lot of good nuggets in there if u can find em and a good handful of queer authors

I FORGOT THAT SITE.... ugh thank u for reminding me

[torture-torrent]

the strategy seems to be: pull on their hair hard enough for them to want it gone

(with @boot-bot-cyanide)

[2bald]

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That moment when you indulge your partner’s fetish but forget you’ve gotta see his family for the holidays. Oops.

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[shavedgirl]

Thoughts on being pinned down and forcibly being given a buzzcut?

:3c

ugh, my dream. i’ll never go bald on my own, so i’d need someone to push me in the right direction. well, i’d have to fight back a little, but ultimately i think i’d succumb to the pleasure. would hate for it to be over so quickly, though. maybe some light chopping before letting the clippers do all the work. and if i’m already bald, then what’s the point of keeping my eyebrows around? id love to have those shaved too. or waxed. i’d hate to shave my head by my lonesome, so forced is the only way to go ;)

[clipper-tease]

thinking of taking a girl from behind while I gather her hair up in one hand and take the clippers to her nape with the other...

[hopefullybuzzed]

the idea of letting my bf control my looks and my hair arouses me so much, even if that means looking like a cute girl or getting sheared completely bald <3

[hopefullybuzzed]

i want to get shaved like this so bad, me next pls :(

[shavesfordays]

[christinathezakumechanic]

You guys should send me asks, asking me what id do to your hair if you submitted yourself to me :3c

(totally not doing this just because I wish @amuchneededhaircut posted more)

[headshavie]

[h0rmone]

Wrote for @cust0meb0yt0y before I caved and just made a blog to post it

Thinking about asking the weird girl in class to come over to smoke weed in the basement with all the guys and getting her super stoned so that she's slow and pliable. Putting my hand on her knee and then slowly sliding my thumb up the leg of her stupid baggy cargo shorts to touch her bare inner thighs, while my buddy on the other side starts to play with her nipples through the fabric of one of the ratty tank top she's always wearing. Her watching in disbelief for a second before asking what i think im doing, and I laugh and tell her to relax, we're just gunna make her just another one of the boys. I gesture to a couple of the other guys, who pull her up from the couch before forcing her down on her knees on the shitty beige carpet in front of me, and she's trying to struggle away bc she thinks she should but there's plenty of guys to catch her and hold her down, so she doesn't get anywhere, and my friend holds her hair while I get out my pair of clippers and start shaving her scalp, telling her to "stop hiding behind all that hair" and "quit moving so much, we're doing you a favor"

And she thinks we'll be done with her once the last of her hair is shaved off, but then one of the guys pulls her pants down to expose her ass while I put down the clippers and start prepping a syringe, putting on gloves and getting out an alcohol pad. She's crying by now, hanging a little limp where they guys are holding her, and I croon at her to calm down, saying "we're almost done, just a little pinch" before I inject her in the soft swell of her ass.

"Bood boy" I murmer as he whines and jerks. Just a little, while i depress the plunger. "Just take it, take it, there you go"

Pulling the needle out of him and laughing again and running my hand over his new buzz cut and saying "there, I always knew you'd be handsome under all that dumb girly hair".

Then I pull his tank top hem up and tug it over his head out of the way so that I can start pinching his nipples again and he tries to lean away, but the guys still have him by the arms and wrists, and his nipples are getting hard anyway. Putting my ear to his mouth and moving one of my hands down to start moving over his hole and whispering "hey shh it's ok you're one of the guys now it's chill, we're gunna teach you how to get fucked like a faggot"

[clipfet]

[brainr0t-landfill]

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Chapter One: You get baptized.

Captain Price x male reader

(T.W: forcemasc fetish, kidnapping, forced headshave, reader is currently girlmoding, implied stalking, implied cheating)

The road to your new home is long and wet John is stiff in his seat as the cold lights of the bumfuck, misreable town you called home for years bleed across the dark car he wonder if you can see them if you're still awake, rain splashes against his front window.

Wrongness gnaws at something burried deep in his chest even though it's been hours since your struggle has died down; your desperate pleas and pathetic threats muffled by an old rag and held in place by duct tape, all the frantic energy in your soft body weighed down by exhaustion, he feels bad for you so confused and lost but he knows he's doing what's right like his old man always told him.

"No one finds their true love, son."

He'd tell him sitting on his old throne shallow, warm glass of whiskey in hand.

"You make it, wives like your mother are for husbands like me. I didn't find her on the side of the road as she is today, made her i did."

The contradiction is that Senior Price was more shaped by his wife than his wife by him John's mother with her dishwasher white knuckles and red stained lips, an ex whore, a cols blooded creature in a warm home trying to make her claws into wings.

The contradiction is that John never wanted a woman like his mother, never wanted a woman at all.

On the edge of town he stops the truck, turns the engine off and steps outside walks through the murky mud puddles to the trunk pops it and beholds you, curled into yourself with eyes like a desperate dog you thin wrists held together by zip ties, knobby knees knocking against eachother.

He kneels infornt of you on one knee like a crude mockery.

"I know you're confused."

He tells you rubbing across your ribs,

"But in due time you'll get it luv, I'll be so good for ya, never gonna want for nothing y'hear?"

He gives you his best smile but you don't respond he shushes the sniffles with a heavy hand grabbing you by your scruff and dragging you out, you don't struggle at all and he gently rips the tape off it leaves red lines across your pretty, soft cheeks and pink lips glossy with spit.

"Please, please I won't tell anyone I need to go home please please-"

He stands there as you kneel on the ground big paw rubbing at your sore jaw as you work yourself into tears and sobs begging for things you don't want, he sees your eyes stuck where the sun is setting on the other side of the road desire peeking out like teeth.

"Shhh, shhh it's alright now, it's alright"

He tells you as he rubs his hands across your beautiful locks, such a shame

"I'm not gonna hurt ya luv, no, no not at all. But you need to trust me, alright?"

He looks down at you and clicks his tounge in dissapointment but of course, men are proud animals they play best when they think they'll win, they grasp at any chance to prove their loving masters wrong.

"Looky here, let's make a deal, yeah?"

He takes a deep breath and plays a gamble, rolls the dice knowing he holds every card.

"A year, ya stay with me a year, listen, and be good and if by the end of that year ya still wanna go back home, I'll let ya. Hell I'll even drive ya, drop ya off at the door. But untill than you play by my rules, yeah luv?"

He asks and rubs his calloused hand over your cheek watches the war raging behind those eyes.

"O-okay."

You croak out and your trembling seizes as you steel your shoulders.

"Okay, y-you've got a deal, just please don't hurt me."

He pats your head and takes the clippers out, drags you to the gutter, walk you on your knees deep into the filthy water, stains your pretty, modest white skirt not that you'll have much use of it anymore.

You start screaming again struggling like a feral dog, he thinks of what name to give you, dogs get new names after all to know what they should answer to your old one never fit you anyways.

"What are you doing-? What are you-"

He starts it up and runs it across your scalp, your soft hair falling into the water and your sweat stained blouse as be buzzes it all off, there will be better cuts in the feature; neat crew cuts like his in barber shops before your wedding and once every month, routine trims and beard oil.

"Oh don't pretend you don't know luv, look at you! Even with ya short height everybody can tell, ya make such an unconvincing girl, sweets but that's alright. Everybody strays sometimes, not ya fault ya never had anyone to guide ya right, ya just trust me, alright? Ya just trust me."

He burries your face in his crotch to muffle your noises as he shaves your head feels you go limp with shame.

He pities you, he doesn't know what it's like to be seen after a life spent hiding, to be in the light after two decades of chasing it.He strips you off your skirt and blouse there, pockets your jewelry and wedding band takes out your I.D and taps your picture there.

"Ya recognize her?"

Your lips twitch, mishapen face scrunched up in shame.

"No, ya don't, ya never did..."

He thinks for a second, what to name you, who to make you, how to love you.

"Tommy, Tom Price, ya recognize that?"

You nod and he brushes the hair off your scalp as he leads you back to the car, lays you in the back seat to stew, throws his uniform jacket over you.

"Wait-"

He looks down, at you half hidden under the jacket, pulls it further, tucks you in to hide a body that's of the past.

"Yes luv?"

"What's you name?"

He smiles and huffs out a laugh that's been brewing for weeks, weeks and weeks of watching you, feeling your yearning eyes burn kisses on his skin.

"Jonathan, Jonathan Price, ya can call me sir."

[clipfet]

[shavesfordays]

Just another shaved baldie

[hopefullybuzzed]

such a hot shave <3

[decadentwerewolfflower]

BLONDE BEAUTY BECOMES BALD HAIRCUT HEADSHAVE

[buzzitoff]

Looking more than a little homely without her long locks….but hotter than ever:))

[violet237]

The way he rubs her bald head at the end is just so hot. Nothing more humiliating than rubbing someone’s newly shaved head to remind them constantly that they now have no hair. I need this to happen to me omg.

[clipper-tease]

Love the way they gave her a harmless undercut first, then ruthlessly shaved off the top <3