"I'm So Sorry Sir" kneeling at his feet she cried tears running down her face. "i don't know why i did it." sobbing through her tears.
"I don't know either, I thought you loved me, obeyed me, but now I'm not sure" he said walking around her.
"If I thought for one minute that you would betray me with another Master while sober, you would already be out of my house."
"I wouldn't Sir, i got to drunk, and just didn't know what was really going on, he kept petting my head and it made me so horny, i never wanted anything to go on but it just kind of happened I kissed him" more tears fell and she begged for forgiveness.
"I'll have to punish you severely for this, something you won't forget for a long time" he mused.
"I'll do anything for you, please!" She begged for a while longer and he let her sweat it out for a bit.
"Enough" he said harshly. "It's the stockade for you." He had a bar in his dungeon he called the stockade. It was horizontal to the floor, waist height, with a collar and cuffs attached to hold you bent over but still standing. Down in the dungeon he had her strip. Securing her neck first then her hands so she couldn't move her head hung down and her beautiful blonde hair spilled almost to the floor.
Coming to stand behind her he took a spreader bar and attached it at both of her ankles firmly holding her legs wide apart. She now almost hung there. She had been in this position before and had the biggest orgasm of her life, she actually loved the stockade.
"This smooth little cunt is mine isn't it slave" as he spoke he ran a finger across her now sopping wet slit.
"Yes, Sir, only yours" she moaned. He kept her clean shaven himself shaving her daily. She knew he got excited doing it. He ran a finger to her ass inserting it slightly. "and this ass is mine as well"
"Yes, all yours Sir" Coming around to the front of her.
"and this mouth, it's mine too" he put his fingers in her mouth taking some of her hair with it and had her suck them. When he removed them she spit the little hank of hair out of her mouth.
"hmm, this won't do" he said moving to a cabinet out of her sight.
"Sir?" she said confused.
"this hair is mine as well and it's in my way" moving back in front of her. She thought he would put it in a pony tail the way he had done countless times complaining it was in his way. But this time he picked up a lock of hair near her forehead and she heard a scrunching and felt a tug and then saw more then a foot and a half of hair float to the floor as a scissors flashed in his hands. The lock lay lifeless curled in front of her. She couldn't see the damage, but hoped that was it. She felt him lift another lock near her forehead and heard scrunching of scissors and felt the tug of hair being pulled and saw another curl drop to the floor below her.
"Sir! Please no!" she wailed.
"Is this hair mine or not?" he ask in a commanding voice.
Knowing that if she said no he would ask her to leave. "Yes sir, it's yours" she said in a small shaking voice.
"then I'll do with as I please. And it pleases me to get it out of my way"
She felt him grab a large fistful of hair from the top of her head and start hacking into it. Not being able to look up she couldn't tell how bad it was going to be, but it felt terrible.
"I should have done this a long time ago." He grunted.
Tears flowed down her face freely as she watched the mound of shorn hair grow on the floor beneath her. Blond hair piling on top of each other. She had no way of stopping it from happening.
"hmm this is not exactly what I wanted" he moved back to the cabinet again.
She could tell her hair was still long in the back but he had cut enough that she would have short layers on top and bangs but she couldn't tell how short. Just as she thought it was over he came back and ran his fingers though the tangled mess of her hair finger combing it all forward over her head. A lot still touched the floor and pile of severed hair. Then the pop and hum came out of nowhere and her heart sank. He pushed her head forward and she could feel the intense vibration at the nape of her neck. He pushed the clippers forward moving them up the back of her head.
She openly cried as mounds of hair hit the floor. This was not just some hunks, he was shearing her. She cried in earnest, and yet her pussy was soaking wet and running down her thigh. Pass after pass he clipped more of her nape.
Then all of a sudden he grabbed her chin and lifted her head. Tears ran over his hand as he plowed the clipper down the middle of her head. All she could see through the tears is her beautiful hair raining down in front of her. A growing pile of her once glorious locks mocking her from the floor.
A second and third path was cut on the top of her head leaving nothing behind. She now hung her head and continued to cry. He moved to the side of her head moving the humming clippers up her temples. Chewing hair off as it went. Soon she could feel all of her hair gone from most of Story title
her head. The right side still had her long locks.
He twisted the lock into a loose curl and said "it really is a shame that you won't be seeing this anymore" he mused to his crying slave. "I do believe I'll keep you this way, at least once a week I'm going to shave you, you've lost the right to have hair slave." with that statement he sheared off the last remaining curl held it up for her to see and dropped it on top of the pile.
He moved behind her and even through her crying she heard his zipper. She felt him easily slide fully in her soaking wet pussy ramming her soaking cunt. He pumped into her holding one of her shoulders while rubbing her freshly nude head.
"I'm going to do a hot foam shave on you next to clean this up"
With that she came wildly at the thought of him close shaving her. And felt him grown as he shot his cum in her.
"yeah I should have done this a long time ago"
As tears still dripped from her face she began to wonder if he was right, and began to think about her new bald life.
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