Last year, I did not even know Gillian but since meeting her, I have let her take control of me in ways that I could not even imagine.
She insisted that all of my body hair should be removed and I have done as she wished. It was painful at first but after regular sessions with the esthetician my pubic mound is completely bare and smooth as silk. My legs and underarms are similarly hairless and I admit that it excites me to know that I am completely naked when she undresses me.
Last week when she was caressing me, she told me that she wanted me to shave my eyebrows bare. Yesterday I did it and today I see my rather alien reflection in the mirror. She suggested silver powder on my bare brow line and I like the effect as it makes me look glamorous in an odd manner.
Today however, she has told me that she wants to shave me completely bald so that I have no hair on me other than my eyelashes.
What should I do?
I want to feel the razor on my scalp, denuding me completely so that every inch of my skin is accessible to her touch. I imagined her warm lips kissing my smooth scalp.
***
I made an appointment with my hairdresser, Lily who wears her jet black hair in an extreme bob that exposes so much of her neck that she tells me that she has it waxed on a regular basis. Her bare neck has always excited me although I have never admitted it to Gillian.
"What happened to your eyebrows?" she asked as I settled into her chair.
"I am experimenting with my look," I said.
"I like it. Very mysterious look."
She stroked my brow and smiled.
"You look hot!"
"Do you think I would be hot if my head was shaved?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"No."
"You would look crazy hot!"
"I want you to shave my head."
"Seriously?"
I nodded and affirmed that I wanted Lily to make me bald. She regarded me with suspicion until she finally realized that I was serious.
The idea of cutting off my hair obviously appealed to her as she smiled at me while arranging her scissors, comb and other hairdresser's tools.
"What do you think Gillian will say?"
"It was her idea and I am going to surprise her."
Lily shrugged, put the cape around my shoulders and picked up her scissors.
My hair was down to my shoulders and she combed out a handful and slowly sawed through it. She held up the hair for me to see as she raised her eyebrows at me wondering if I wanted her to continue. I nodded that I did.
She worked rapidly with her scissors and comb, thinning my hair skillfully and cropping it closer to my head. Finally she put her scissors down and picked up her clippers. She started behind my right ear and carefully cut a crescent around it. Then she worked from front to back on the right side of my head, reducing my blonde hair to a barely visible stubble.
She repeated the process on the left side of my head and then ran her clippers over the back of my skull. She worked silently until only the hair remained on the top of my head. She looked at me in the mirror before running the electric shears down the middle of my scalp. Working silently, Lily had cut my hair off completely.
Lily ran some water in the sink and warmed up a washcloth which she used to wipe my head. Then, she produced a shaving mug and began to work up a white frothy foam in it using a shaving brush.
She used the brush to paint my bristled head, first my crown and then the sides of my head until it was covered by warm white snow. Then came the razor. She used an expensive looking disposable razor to begin the process of shaving me smooth. Beginning at my hairline, she bared a path straight down the middle of my scalp. Then she began carefully the lather and hair on either side of the path.
It was oddly restful feeling the gentle scrape of the razor on my head. She cleared and area, tested it with her fingers and then went over it with blade until it was smooth enough for her. Working with great care, Lily finally completed her task, finishing off at the base of my skull.
"Voila," she proclaimed. "Smooth as glass."
I touched my very slick scalp. It felt so naked and sensitive and I felt slightly aroused as Lily stroked me and proceeded to powder my scalp. She tilted the chair back and dabbed some foam on my brow line. With several strokes of her razor she left it as smooth as the rest of my head.
"How does it feel?"