Boot Camp

Tanya stood in the principal's office as he sternly laid down her options--an all-girls boot camp or repeating a year of high school. She chose the boot camp, not realizing what she was signing up for.

Tanya grumbled as she got out of the car and looked up at the imposing building in front of her. She had heard horror stories about boot camp and she was sure that she would regret her decision soon enough.

She was greeted by a stern-looking sergeant who led her inside, where she was given a brief introduction to the camp and its rules. She was expected to obey all orders and was warned that failure to do so would result in swift and severe punishment.

She had never been so scared in her life. She was sure that this would be the longest and most difficult 90 days of her life.

When she arrived, her clothes were taken away and she was stripped naked. She felt the rough rope digging into her wrists as she was bound, with no hope of escape to a chair. The cold blade of a razor glided across her scalp, taking away her long locks and leaving her feeling completely vulnerable. Tears of frustration and fear coursed down her face as she watched her hair falling, yet at the same time a strange sense of wetness took over her pussy. As the final indignity, she was branded on the back of her bald head with an iron rod.. it displayed her number, that is all she was now.

One evening, after Tanya got her bi-weekly head shave, she was caught touching herself in her bed by the head of boot camp. It was late and everyone else was asleep but her, her hands exploring the unfamiliar curves and crevices of her recently denuded scalp. She had been so intent on the feeling of fingers running over her newly exposed skin that she hadn't heard the heavy boots approach her bunk.

The head of boot camp loomed over her, his face a mask of barely contained rage. "What do you think you're doing?" he barked. "This isn't a hotel or a spa. You're here to train and get disciplined, not to pleasure yourself. Have you not been paying attention?"

As punishment, she was ordered to strip down and enter a cage that was meant for animals and prisoners. She stood naked, trying to be as still and composed as possible, even though her heart was pounding like a drum.

The darkness felt heavy around her, and the sounds of the other soldiers were muffled in the background. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but strangely, also liberated. There was something strangely freeing about standing alone, in her nakedness, with only her wild thoughts for company. She had never felt more exposed and turned on.

After being released from the camp, Tanya finally had a chance to meet Ryan, her boyfriend. When she told him how much it turned her on when she was shaved and tied up, he didn't know what to think, but he was hard just listening to it.

Ryan arrived at the bedroom, not sure what to expect. He had received a strange request from Tanya earlier in the day, and he had been eager to fulfill it. He was nervous, but excited, and he could feel a certain anticipation in the air.

He opened his bag and pulled out some rope. He began to tie Tanya to the bed, making sure she was firmly secured. He made them as tight as possible as she pulled on the tension, building her arousal. He could smell the arousal from her, turning him on even more.

Once the rope was securely tied, he stepped back and surveyed the room. Everything seemed in place, so he went to his bag and pulled out a can of warm shaving cream and a razor. He smiled as he thought of what he was about to do.

He began to apply the shaving cream to Tanya's scalp. As he did so, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of her bald head -- it was so smooth and soft. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought of taking away what had grown in of her beautiful hair, but he pushed the thought away and continued.

Tanya seemed to be enjoying the sensation, as she let out a small moan of pleasure. Ryan smiled as he spanked her firmly to keep her aroused. He was amazed at how responsive she was, and he felt a growing intimacy between them. He slowly rubbed her clit until she orgasmed.

When she was finished, he untied her and she sat up in the bed, still rubbing her bald head. Ryan couldn't help but smile as he watched her, knowing that she was pleased with the outcome and that he brought her to orgasm..

It was a moment neither of them would soon forget, and it cemented their bond even further. Ryan had done something special for her, and she appreciated it deeply. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself, and of the connection they had made. She remained bald and now, the brand only signified her ownership to him.