My life was changing. I had been a moderately successful fashion model who had suddenly become a minor celebrity by having my head shaved and appearing as the ancient Egyptian queen Nefertiti in a series of ads and appearances about a new cosmetic line. For a few months I was almost an object of worship for those who were fascinated by my bald head.
At first, I decided to start letting my hair grow out but I began to realize that I really liked how I looked with my head shaved. It felt very sensuous to run my fingers over it and I loved the fact that I no longer had to worry about shampoos, conditioners and all the rest of it. I felt liberated as well. Madame Lambert's people had provided me with several chic wigs that I could wear in public and I had bought an electric shaver that was suitable for shaving my own head.
I spoke with my agent and was told that there were a couple of opportunities for me to work without hair. Because of my exotic look, I was actually asked to play Queen Nefertiti on a fantasy series being streamed. It consisted of two episodes which involved me mostly sitting on a throne and speaking a few words of dialogue. It was boring and I quickly realized that it was not something I wanted to do over the longer term but it did introduce me to a young actress called Roberta. She was absolutely fascinated by my smooth head and she asked me once if she could touch it. When I said that she could, she was very excited and I could see that she was mine if I wished.
"May I call you your highness?" she asked when I began to walk away. I turned back to her and saw her wet red lips parted eagerly.
"Yes. If you ever see me again."
"I hope will have the pleasure of serving you in the future."
"Perhaps."
As I started for the exit, she handed me a handwritten note.
"Dear Queen Nefertiti: I wish to serve you in any capacity that you wish. Roberta"
She had written her phone number at the bottom.
"Perhaps I will find a suitable use for a slut like you," I said.
"Thank you, your highness."
***
The young brunette Roberta was rather attractive to me but her apparent submissiveness was even more intriguing. I wondered how far I could go with her.
I had been rather chaste for a couple of weeks and was thinking about Monique so I finally contacted her. We talked for a while and she said that she would like to see me. That is just what I wanted to hear.
I met Monique in the room above the salon which I had learned was owned by her and a partner named Denise. I had not yet met her but I knew that she and Monique had some sort of relationship.
Monique proceeded with the familiar ritual of a slow sensuous head shave that was followed by intense, feverish lovemaking. I had missed that so much and now I felt fulfilled once more.
Afterwards as we lay down together, I told her about my new acolyte, Roberta.
"Is she as submissive as you think she is?" asked Monique.
"She wants to worship her queen, me! I think we should give her that opportunity. But first I would like to give Bobbi a very special bob."
***
We decided to introduce Roberta as my subject at the salon that Monique co-owned with Denise. We picked a time at the end of the business day and I called Bobbi to tell her that I had decided to allow her to serve me. I gave her the time and the place.