You knock gently. The door opens and you enter the hotel room.
“Naked. Now.”
You obey, and awkwardly strip your clothes off.
He stands before you and inspects your body, then turns you to face the full-length mirror. He reaches from behind and attaches clamps to your nipples, just tight enough to be uncomfortable. Wraps cuffs around your wrists and ankles. Drags his fingers down over your chest and stomach. Slides a hand across your mound. It’s smooth, just like he requested. He pulls up gently, your clit protruding. Growing hard. Silence as you both contemplate your body in the mirror.
He turns you to face him again.
“Spread.”
You separate your legs and his fingers slip inside you, parting your lips and spreading your wetness as he draws them out and around your clit. He squeezes it between two fingers, and gives it a few quick strokes. You get lost in the feeling and let out a moan. He pulls away and slides a vibrator into you, on a low setting. You shudder, and hear the jingle of the cuff hardware.
“Hold it.”
You tighten your muscles and struggle to keep the toy inside of you with your legs spread apart. He reaches out and gently cups your face in both hands
before running them through your hair, gathering it into his hand. He turns and leads you by your hair into the center of the room.
“Kneel.”
You do as you’re told, and he crouches beside you, reaching between your legs to make sure the vibrator is still in place. He then clips the wrist and ankle cuffs together. No turning back now. He stands in front of you.
“Look at me.”
You look up and hold eye contact as he unzips his pants. Your eyes dip toward the source of the sound.
“Look at me.”
He presses a single finger to your lips and draws your mouth open.
“Look. At. Me.”
This man you’ve just met presses his cock to your lips. You reflexively open them and take his head inside. He grabs handfuls of hair at the back of your head and pulls you onto him, forcing you to take the entire length. He holds you there for what seems like an eternity, ignoring your struggles.
Finally, he relents, letting go and allowing you to catch your breath. Then a hand at the back of your head, gently guiding you up and down.
You’re beginning to get lost in the rhythm when you notice the metallic buzz of the clippers. You freeze, but his his hand tightens around the hair on the top of your head. He holds your head still and pulls his cock back so the tip is barely parting your lips. He pushes it back into your mouth and at the same time brings the clippers down and across the top of your head.
He opens his hand and you feel you hair falling away. He alternates fucking your throat with removing your hair until it’s completely gone. Your identity. Your dignity. Stripped away. Strewn across the floor. The last remnants clinging to your naked body.
He unclips the cuffs and drags you into the bathroom. The tub is already full. Suddenly, you’re plunged face first into the water. You struggle against him and the vibrator finally falls out of your hole. He holds you under the water, his weight pushing you down. You start to panic. Thrashing. Still, he holds you under.
Finally, he relents, pulling you out. You gasp for air, kneeling on the floor. He’s behind you and pulls you back into him. Holding you against his body as he wipes away the strands of hair away clinging to your face. He turns you toward the mirror to face your new reality.
You’re dazed. You don’t recognize the person staring back at you. Shame. Anxiety. Regret. He’s rubbing something on your head. What are you going to tell people? How do you explain? He’s dragging a razor across your skull. Removing the stubble left by the clippers. You can't hold back the tears any longer. Your head smooth, he brings the razor to your eyebrows, removing the last remaining hair from your body. Perfectly smooth from head to toe. A new person.
He stands you in front of him at the mirror and tells you how much better you look now as his hand makes its way to your cunt. Slow circles around your clit. His other hand on your throat, choking you. He's stroking you. Squeezing you. You feel the waves building. He’s whispering in your ear about his bald little slut as your orgasm overtakes you. Catharsis. Release.
You bend over the sink, drained, mentally exhausted, catching your breath as you feel his hand at the back of your neck. He pushes your bald head down against the counter as he enters your cunt from behind.
Now the real fun begins.
Me: 47, 5’8, 180 lbs. brown hair and beard.
You: 18-24, pre-op, ready to make a drastic change.