Rihanna sat upon her gothic throne and took a long, deep drag on her cigarette and looked as disturbing and dominating as fuck. Her dungeon was lit only by two rows of fiery torches on opposing walls and the effect was incredible, creating threatening shadows around the large, stone room. She was clad in an amazingly skin tight outfit that hugged every inch over her gorgeous, fit body. She wore long, leather jack boots and was tapping them impatiently as she took another drag on her cigarette and watched her helpless slave move in the uncomfortable bonds she was in.
Beyonce Knowles was the slave and she was naked. She was connected to the stone floor by her collar which was leashed to a ring in the floor. Her wrists were chained behind her back, her ankles also chained to the floor. She was uncomfortable and unable to do anything about it. She had to wait until her Mistress decided.
Rihanna's lip curled into that ugly sneer she was so fond of and finally she tossed her cigarette butt onto the floor and pushed herself imperiously to her feet to tower over Beyonce. Then she lit another cigarette. The scissors in Rihanna's right hand were right at Beyonce's eye line and she could not help but recoil somewhat at them, was she really going to do this?
Rihanna stood there for what seemed like an eternity the unspoken threat of the scissors looming large over Beyonce. She watched as Rihanna's cigarette burned down to its filter just inches from her eyes, Rihanna glowered down at her before barking.
"Mouth! I need an ashtray!"
Obediently and without question, Beyonce shuffled around and opened her mouth to allow Rihanna to flick her ash contemptuously onto her slaves tongue. Rihanna too another drag on the cigarette before bark another order.
"I need to stub it out now bitch! Hurry up!"
Again Beyonce moved, this time to turn around and bend forward so that her pert ass was facing her young Mistress. Rihanna smiled as she bent forward and pressed the hot end of the cigarette against Beyonce's soft flesh. Both women were extremely aroused by the act. Rihanna because it was a sign of her growing dominance of her new slave and Beyonce because she was a pain slut and she relished the feelings as she suppressed her emotions before her Mistress. She was fine with having a cigarette stubbed on her ass, however, she was not so sure how she would feel about what was to come.
Rihanna circled her kneeling slave, tottering on impossible heels as she moved before proffering the contents of her left hand to Beyonce, a pair of gleaming, sharp, silver scissors. Rihanna got as much pleasure from the fact Beyonce's lip was shaking and trembling at the scissors as from using her as an ashtray. Of course in her bondage Beyonce could not move to take or deny the scissors.
"Like your act slave, your hairstyle is old and dated. Look at me, your pretty young Mistress. Look at my trendy short cut. It's everything that you are not – vibrant, radiant, young. So as your Mistress Beyonce I am giving you the opportunity to follow me and update your look. I have the scissors, I want you to tell me to cut it!"
Beyonce hesitated. She knew Rihanna could do it if she wanted anyway but knew also that she wanted the submission of Beyonce asking for it herself.
"P-Please M-Mistress, cut my hair, m-make it short like yours."
It was music to Rihanna's ears. Slowly, deliberately even she slid the bottom half of the scissors into Beyonce's hair almost to the scalp at the back of her head. Her every movement was painstakingly slow until she had the scissors blades at full extension and suddenly brought them together. A huge clump of Beyonce Knowles's beautiful dark mane was sliced away and she could feel it as it fell down her naked skin. She could only imagine the damage to her hair.
Rihanna changed the scissors to slide just over Beyonce's right ear and again extended the blades right along the side of her head under her hair.
"Come on, tell me again, tell me what you want slave!"
Beyonce whimpered as she knelt there. Her hair was the most important thing on her body to her. She had been so proud of it. Hell, she had even been featured in shampoo commercials because of it. To allow someone, anyone, but especially such a nasty, evil, vindictive little bitch like Rihanna to chop it off indiscriminately was surely the ultimate act of submission for Beyonce.
"Please Mistress cut the rest off. I want to be like you."
They were hardest, most humiliating words Beyonce had ever spoken but they still sent a shiver of anticipation and arousal throughout her body.
Rihanna clipped both sides of Beyonce's hair close to her scalp, leaving it ugly and short and uneven and all the time Beyonce was vaguely aware of seeing strands of her long hair float down her sides and begin to gather on the stone floor at her feet and knees. Then Rihanna stood right in front of Beyonce, a thick clump of her hair in her hand and casually dropped it to the floor right in front of her immobile slave's eyes. Then she placed the blade right under Beyonce's fringe and held her eyes with her own mischievous stare.
"Let's see how this works shall we?"
And with that Rihanna began cutting at Beyonce's fringe, hacking off as much hair as she could get the scissors around. Beyonce was helpless to do anything but kneel there and watch as her beloved hair cascaded down around her. At least she could not see the mess that her remaining hair was – not yet anyway!
Rihanna finished up her haircutting and turned around and strutted from the dungeon but she was swiftly back and this time with some of her other slaves.
Ashanti, Amerie, Samantha Mumba and Traci Bingham trotted in behind her this time. Each clad in nothing more than silver collars and nipples rings and each carrying large mirrors which Rihanna instructed them to surround Beyonce with. Once she was surrounded she dismissed her four other slaves and addressed Beyonce once more, her voice dripping with spite.
