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Both Susan and Jason were standing dumbfounded when they met each other again after more than three years. Then Susan had been 17 and her cousin 12, a child in his puberty. But now he had just got 16, taller than his cousin, not yet a man but on the verge of becoming one. And Susan a young woman, 21 years, eager, curious and desirable.

The tension of mutual sexual attraction was obvious and should have been tangible for all present if not their parents had been too busy greeting each other and being full of their nearby sailing trip.

About three years ago they had done this for the first time and Susan had taken care of Jason as both of them had not wanted to parcipitate. They had given preference to staying at home rather than a stay at a sailing ship for three weeks. They didn't want to think of that!

Their mothers were twin sisters. Initially they had been living in the same city after they had been married but about five years ago the parents of Jason had moved to another place more than 1000 miles away.

Susan had always been fond of her five years younger cousin and he had worshipped her. In the early days they had been often together being both the only childs of their respective parents. Both parents propably had not realized the changed cicumstances when they had agreed that Susan should take care of Jason again during their sea voyage. Susan and Jason looked at each other in a different way than three years ago! One spark would have been enough to set them on fire. However, before anything could happen they were distracted as they were ordered to the dining-room for lunch.

After lunch the four adults left for the harbour to embark the ship and the house was for three weeks the residence of the two cousins. Being left alone they were somewhat shy with the situation.

"I've some errands to do," Susan said, "Want to come with me?"

"No, I'll settle down in my room first," Jason answered'. "Just take your time to do what you have to do."

When Susan had driven off Jason started to explore the house. He entered Susan's room. At her nightstand he found a book about bondage and interested he leafed through it. He went to her bathroom and noticed shaving gel and disposible razors. He wondered what a girl did need them for. Then he opened drawers and doors of wardrobes and examined the contents. Hidden under Susan's underwear he found a number of pictures of his cousin, no regular but nude photos! She was standing or lying in different positions and one picture in particular elicited his excitement: she was tied spreadeagled to a bed, the dark bush covering her pudenda clearly visible, while a blonde girl, also naked, was standing laughing next to her with a whip in her hand.

"Whoa, you're a naughty girl, Sue," he grinned.

Jason took the book with him downstairs and Susan found him in a chair reading in it. It caused her to blush.

"Have you been in my room?" A superfluous question she realized.

"Yeah," Jason grinned, "I investigated the house and found your room. By the way, what are you doing with razors and shaving gel?"

"Never heard of girls who shave their legs and underarms?" She paused for a moment and again blushed: "And their bikini lines."

"Oh yeah, how stupid of me," Jason said, grinning sheepishly.

Though he had heard and read enough about girls he actually hadn't had any sexual experience. Obviously Susan had (the hidden pictures showed!) and in fact she had had several affairs with boys but none of them had lasted longer than a few months.

They were looking at each other. The sexual tension clearly was building up again but with no one else present they felt a certain reluctance. 

Jason broke the silence: "Three years ago your hair was a lot shorter."

Susan grinned: "In three years hair grows nearly 1 1/2 feet when you don't have it cut. And I didn't, I wanted it to grow."

She combed with her fingers through her wavy chestnut locks which passed her shoulders to midback.

"Don't you like it?" she asked, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under Jason's searching glances.

"Hmm, I think you would look cuter with short hair," he said.

"Too bad for you! " Susan laughed.

 Jason didn't laugh.

"Tell me, Susan, that book...............is there a connection with certain pictures?"

Susan's complexion got beetred: "Did you examine the drawer with my underwear!? How could you!?"

"I'm sorry, I hadn't the intention......"

Susan was really upset and interrupted: "I can't believe it! My god! Never heard of privacy?"

"Susan, I'm really sorry. However, I ran into them. But don't bother, I won't tell anybody, your secrets are my secrets."

Those words made Susan laugh. She had used the same expression three years ago when she had caught him masturbating.

"Okay," she said, "my ex-boyfriend wanted take nude-photographs from me."

"But on one of the pictures you are tied to a bed and beaten by another girl. Did you like that?"

"She didn't really beat me."

"Who is she?"

"My best friend, Heidi. I think you'll see her soon. She is trekking with some friends in Mexico but she will be back one of these days. I know her from high school and now we are roommates at the campus."

"But as you are reading this book you are interested in bondage, are'nt you?"

Susan turned red again: "Keith liked it, he wanted me to be submissive to him. But it wasn't really SM, it only was a game, we were just pretending."

Jason gave his cousin a piercing look: "Me too wants to play that game with you."

"I don't think that to be a good idea, Jason."

"Why not? Think about it, please," he begged her.

"Okay, I'll give it a thought."

Susan did sleep fitfully that night, making catnaps, awakening and being aware of the presence of Jason in a room nearby, thinking about his proposal. What if she agreed? How would he dominate her? Surely he should want her to have a haircut. Would she assent to that? She wanted to grow her locks still longer. Of course she could refuse. But....the sexual aspects were so enticing and they could be spoiled if she didn't cooperate. Could she afford not wanting to take any chances? She got so aroused that she had to indulge herself. But this brought no relief. Exhausted she made her mind up at last.......

The next morning Susan had to go early to the home of one of her teachers. He was writing a book and worked on it every night, using his word processor. However he was rather sloppy and didn't care much about spelling and punctuation, so he had asked Susan to make text corrections. Every morning she spent about two hours on that task.

She left at 8 o'clock and had set breakfast ready for Jason who wasn't yet downstairs. Before she left she put a letter on his dish.

"Dear cousin,
I have decided to accept your proposal to subdue myself to you. You may make me do anything you want as long as you don't inflict permanent damage on me (I suppose you won't).
Love,
            Susan"

Susan couldn't concentrate on her work that morning and it took her more time than usual but at last she got in her car heading home. She was nervous, not knowing what Jason would have in mind for her.

Jason grinned when she entered the room: "I knew that you would like to do it."

He stood looking at his cousin who felt ill at ease. At last she asked: "So what do you want me to do?"

"In the first place I want you to be naked when you are at home. So strip to the skin."

Susan hesitated and looked at his face: undoubtedly it wasn't meant as a joke. Yes, he had seen the pictures and now he wanted to see her naked body in reality! Susan unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she wore only a bra and panties. Again she looked at Jason.

"To the skin," he said without any expression on his face.

She unhooked her bra and took it off. Then she kicked off her shoes, pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. In her birthday suit she was now standing in front of her cousin with lowered eyes. She knew that he grazed her body with his eyes and she experienced this as a humiliation. This she had not expected.

After a silence which in Susan's view had lasted for minutes Jason ordered: "Give me your panties and bra."

Susan handed them to him.

"Now get a bag and go to your room. Gather all of your bra's and panties and bring them to me."

Susan did as was told her and handed him a plastic bag filled up with her underwear. He took it and said: "When you have to go outside you may dress but you are not allowed to put on underwear."

Susan was standing in front of Jason, meekly awaiting further orders. Then she heard Jason say: "I want you to go now into the garden and to lay down on your back under a tree."

Intensily alarmed Susan winced and cried out: "No! I can't do that! The neighbours could see me!"

"They won't see you as they have gone on vacation. While you were away this morning they departed in two cars and I heard them say that they will stay away for at least three weeks. No one else can see you. At the very most someone looking from a window at the office block on the backside but that is situated on a considerable distance; you would need fieldglasses to recognize someone. Besides when you step out of the house you are in a few seconds under a tree and out of view."

Susan stepped on the grass in the garden. It felt warm at her footsoles where the sun was shining but cool as soon as she came in the shadow of the trees. She lay down and waited. Soon Jason appeared with a tray on which scissors, a can of shaving gel and disposable razors.

"Spread your legs. Let's get rid of that bush first."

Susan obeyed reluctantly. Didn't this go too far? However, she kept silent.

Jason didn't look at her face, he knelt down between her legs and began to cut off her pubic hair. He spread gel across the area and shaved carefully, first the venus mount, then downwards her lips on both sides of her vulva, two fingers of his left hand pushing them up from the inside. At last he he cleared the region between anus and vulva of hair. At first Susan was frightened, fearing that he would nick her but little by little she became aroused. Jason wiped her exposed pubes clean, bent over and started to kiss them. His tongue vanished between her lips and flashed in and out.

Lewdly Susan winced and moaned: "Oh my god, I want to feel you inside me."

Jason rose and pulled off his trousers together with his underpants.

"Please slow....don't move too much, don't come into me," she whispered.

Jason couldn't restrain himself very long and soon he retracted his tool and ejaculated across her belly up to her face. Already at the verge of an orgasm this did Susan explode.

For some time they were lying next to each other, kissing and cuddling, until Susan announced that she got hungry. Jason allowed her to make lunch for them. Still not quite used to being naked she went to work in the kitchen.

"Can I sit down?" Susan asked.

"No, not in a chair in the altogether. Your place is on the floor. I'll feed you."

After lunch Jason smiled mischievously: "Time for a haircut, my sweet slave."

He ushered his cousin to the bathroom where he had put out a straight chair for her.

"Sit down," he grinned, "A cape wouldn't be necessary."

Meekly Susan obeyed. She had known that Jason wanted to do this but she wasn't at all happy about it. How much had he in mind to cut and was he able to cut it into a reasonable way?

Jason brushed her long locks, then drew a vertical part from ear to ear and combed all of her hair in front of the part forward. The curtain of hair in front of her eyes made it for Susan impossible to see anything. Suddenly she felt cold scissors at the right side of her forehead which cut the hair just above her eyebrows in a right line from the right side to the left. Susan saw twenty inches of her locks tumble down on her thighs and from there further to the floor. Jason combed her tresses behind the part and cut them off at shoulderlenght. He told her to rise and have a look in the mirror. It wasn't so bad at all. She had never had bangs and she looked cute this way.

"What do you think?" Jason asked.

"I can live with it."

"Yeah, for a start it is rather good."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what I say, for a first time."

Susan didn't ask further. If she had she should have learned that the first would not be the last.

For dinner Susan had to do some errands so she had to dress. As her underwear had been taken from her she thought it to be feasible to put on trousers but Jason didn't allow that.

"Give them to me. Only dresses or skirts," he had ordered.

"But I have only miniskirts and dresses. Most times I wear trousers," Susan objected.

"Too bad for you but you'll have to cope with it."

A mini dress, no panties and a new hairstyle didn't make Susan feeling at ease. She was happy to be back home.

After she had cooked a meal Jason kindly allowed her to take place at the table. Undressed of course and after having put a towel on the chair.

Owing to their behaviour in the garden it was obvious that they would spend the night together in one bed.

"Let's take my parents' bed," Susan suggested, "we have more room there. Tomorrow I'll visit my physician to have a contraceptive prescribed but I suppose that my father has condoms in the drawer of his nightstand."

They didn't sleep earlythat night.

"Jason," whispered Susan after another screw, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"A lot but I never impaled one."

"So I'm your first? I don't know if it is right what we are doing as we are cousins."

"Well, it has happened and we can't go back on it now. So what? You like it just as I do. Besides we are no real cousins."

"What do you mean?" Susan asked amazed.

"Don't you know that I was adopted as a baby?"

"No, no one ever told me." Susan was taken by surprise.

"The story says that I have been found. No one knows who my real parents are, if that's true. But I don't care, I have one pair of parents and that's it."

"Well, we may not be blood relations but just as well we are cousins."

"Yeah, and we are crazy about each other," Jason chuckled while he mounted her again.

The next morning Susan hoisted herself out of the bed, threw a dress over her head, stepped ito a pair of shoes and rushed downstairs. She had overslept, not heard the alarm. No time to make breakfast for herself and Jason. She scrawled an excuse on a piece of paper and left it on the kitchen table, grabbed a bun and consumed it in her car under way to her professor. Meanwhile she considered her enraged relation with her cousin. What had come over her, over them? They were both as randy as old goats! She had been in love several times but never it had been like this, obsessed by one idea only: indulging in sensuality, reveling in sex. Thinking about it made her horny already and with one hand she caressed her bare crotch under her short dress.

The housekeeper opened the door and said displeased: "You are late, girl."

The grumpy elderly woman looked at the young girl: "What did you do to your hair?"

"I thought it to be time for a change," Susan answered.

"You discontented youngsters, always looking for something new," she grumbled. "Don't make noise lest you wake professor."

Susan smirked, the old lady made that remark every morning.

When Susan had returned home she kissed Jason and stripped. He grunted: "You didn't make breakfast for me. You have to serve me, don't you remember?"

"I'm sorry, Jason, I overslept."

"I want you to stay here. Stop those visits to that stupid professor. Besides, you came back a lot too late."

"I visited my doctor, remember? And I have committed myself to help my professor. It is impossible to break that off."

"Okay, but you have to be punished for neglecting your duties. Besides, Heidi called this morning."

"Really? So she is back. Did she leave a message?"

"She asked if she could come in the afternoon and stay for a few days. I told her that she will be wellcome."

"Cool Jason, very good!"

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The doorbell rang.

"Open the door, Sue, it'll be Heidi."

Susan hesitated: "But if is someone else, I'm naked!"

Jason had a mischievous smile: "So what? You're my slave, remember? You have to obey orders."

Susan had no choice, she opened the door.

Flabbergasted the girls looked at each other. Heidi was the first to speak, looking at Susans' bare pubes: "Same old game again?"

Susan nodded: "What on earth happened to your hair?"

Heidi smiled, embraced her friend: "I'll tell you inside. But shouldn't you shut the door? If anyone passes you're in full view."

Jason came to meet them. "Heidi, this is Jason, you spoke to him this morning."

They shook hands while Jason was looking at Heidi's head: "Woa, nice hair."

Susan joined in: "Heidi, tell us what happened, I'm craving to hear that."

"Okay, we had three days hiked through the mountains. It had been very hot with a high humidity level and you may imagine how sweaty we were all day but we hadn't enough water to wash ourselves properly, let alone our hair. Then we ran into a small village and saw a barber who in front of his little shop was cutting the hair of a man. The two boys got the idea to have their hair shaved off.None of us could speak more than a few words Spanish but it wasn't difficult to make clear their wishes. As there was no electricity the barber used handclippers but he worked with them at a great pace. Gladys and I were looking on and suddenly she announced that she wanted her long hair cut short. So when the boys were done she sat down on the chair and tried to explain what she had in mind. Of course this was not so simple to do in expressive gestures. The barber had a big smile and said only: "Si...si, senorita." Gladys though that he had got the message and guess what? He took his clippers, put them at her hairline and moved them with high speed towards her crown leaving only stubble in their wake. The damage being done there was no other possibility than to proceed. Within a few minutes all of her long locks were lying on the ground. Gladys rose and the barber laughed invitingly at me, waiting with his cape. Everyone looked at me, no word was said and in this silence I suddenly recognized my position: the only one with long locks amidst three baldheaded companions. As being in trance I strolled towards the chair, sat down and a few minutes later we were four baldies. That happened three weeks ago."

Heidi paused for a second. Her hair had now a length of about 1/2 inch all over and looked like an unkempt buzzcut.

"Obviously you had your hair cut too, Sue."

"Jason gave me a haircut."

"I see. Well...it is a little asymmetrical, the right side is shorter than the left."

"I hadn't noticed that."

Jason joined in: "It doesn't matter, it will be evened soon." He grinned:"By the way, Heidi, yo

u too were involved in the game last year, weren't you?"

Surprised Heidi asked him: "How do you know?"

And turning to Susan: "Did you tell him?"

Jason answered: "Sue showed me the pictures."

Heidi was embarrassed and Susan explained that Jason had found them casually.

"Wouldn't you like to join us?" Jason asked Heidi.

"Mmm....I have to think about that."

Jason chuckled: "Two slavegirls, cool!"

"Wait a minute," Heidi raised a protest, "Keith and I were the master and mistress and Susan our slave."

"But this is my game," Jason said, "and I set the rules. Take it or leave it."

Heidi pondered for a few moments, then said: "Okay, I'll be your slavegirl too."

Looking at Jason she suggested: "I suppose I have to strip too? Oh, sorry, I assume this to be a rhetorical question?"

"I'm afraid it is. But first give me the key of your suitcase, I want to explore your luggage. As a slave you are not allowed to put on underwear, so I'll withdraw them."

Unceremoniously Jason spead out the contents on the floor and collected her bra's and panties and put them in a plastic bag.

"Am I allowed to wear shorts?" Heidi asked.

"No, only dresses or skirts when you have to leave the house. I'll take the shorts as well. And now strip and give me your bra and panties."

"Listen Jason, don't you go to far?"

"Listen slave, you'll do as I say. Got that?"

"Yes master, I'll obey."

"Okay." He inspected her naked body. Heidi didn't seem to bother, defiantly she gazed back.

 "Now get into the garden and lie down in the grass. Don't worry, nobody can see you," he added, seeing Heidi's embarrassment.

 "Susan, my obedient slave, that bush of your friend has to go. Shave her and hurry." 

"I'm on my way, master."

Susan came back with scissors, razors and shaving gel. Heidi, lying on the grass, spread her legs. Susan cut the blonde hair and shaved all off.

"Okay," Jason said, "Time has come for the penalties. Susan neglected her duties this morning and Heidi contradicted me. Both of you should be whipped."

Heidi laughed: "There is no whip here. The picture with the whip was taken at Keith's home."

"That's not a problem. There is a willow tree in the garden. I'll cut off a twig."

"Well, girls, line up with your asses turned to me, spread your legs, bent forward and grab your ankles."

Jason didn't hit them hard but hard enough to be uncomfortable. He thrashed them at their bare buttocks. More than the chastisement Susan suffered from the humiliation standing in this position in front of her cousin while Heidi obviously looked upon it as a joke.

"Okay," he said, "I'm hungry, time to prepare lunch. Come on girls, hurry."

Jason was sitting at the kitchen table with the two girls on either side of him on the floor, their dishes in front of them.

"Tell me, Jason," Heidi spoke, "You have two nude girls around you and it doesn't seem to affect you."

After a few moments of silence Jason took the floor: "As a slave you have no right to make such an impertinent remark about your master. Again you trespassed, slut, just after I had teached you a lesson. You deserve a more severe punishment. Get up and move to that corner. Kneel down with your face to the wall to consider your sins."

Heidi felt anger rise. That arrogant big head! Five years younger than herself, just only a boy! But looking up at him her anger vanished as quickly as it had come up: "I'm sorry, master."

She knelt down in the corner and felt the piercing eyes of the boy on her back. She hadn't such a slender body like Susan, overall she was somewhat chubby with a broader pelvis and hips, though you couldn't call her corpulent. She seemed to enjoy exposing her nudity contrary to Susan who still wasn't accustomed to be undressed.

"Sue, don't you think that the slut's hair is ugly? She's in need of a haircut."

"She could use a tidying-up," Susan admitted.

"We'll fix it after lunch."

Heidi blushed hearing this conversation.

After lunch Jason left the kitchen while Susan gathered the dishes, knives, spoons and forks in the sink.

"Aren't you going to help me?" she addressed Heidi who still was in the kneeling position.

"I didn't get permission to rise."

"Come on, Heidi, we're no children."

Jason, who just entered, reacted saying: "No, you are both sluts. Get up, bitch and help the other trollup."

Soon they had cleaned and done the washing-up.

Jason took them to the bathroom. A stool stood ready and Jason ordered Heidi to take place.

"Cut off that ugly fur," he commanded Susan.

"How short?"

"As short as possible, I'll teach her how to behave."

As Susan had no clippers it took a considerable time to cut her hair short enough with scissors before Jason was content with the result. But that was not the end. He applied shaving gel and spread it out across her scalp. With his razor he shaved off the remaining short hair, then repeated the procedure, convincing himself that all stubble had been removed and her scalp was soft and smooth. At last he rubbed a lotion into the skin to make her head a shining billiardball.

Heidi had undergone the operation without offering any resistance. On the contrary, Susan had the impression that she seemed to enjoy the shaving.

"Your turn!" Susan heard Jason say.

She was seized with fear. Did he want to shave her bald too?

"Jason, please," she begged.

"Sit down, Susan! I told you yesterday that I cut the first stage. Now for the second."

Susan obeyed.

Jason drew a horizontal part from the top of her left ear across the occipital bone to the top of her right one. He pinned up the hair above the part and brushed the lower piece straight, then began to snip it as short as possible. It took a considerable time before he was satisfied. When he spread shaving gel across the stubble Susan suspected that he intended to create a chilibowl cut. After shaving the exposed area Jason unpinned the upper hair which falling down covered the shaved backside of her head and her nape. Only for a short time as he cut it from one ear to the other across the occipital bone.

That night Jason was in the double bed surrounded by two girls on either side and he was too unexperienced to master this situation. Specifically Heidi had gained that experience in similar situations in which she had been involved. She took over the lead and both girls exhausted the boy far into the night until they all fell asleep.

Heidi and Jason were still sleeping when Susan yawning forced herself to get up to fulfil her duties at the house of the professor. There was no time to make breakfast, Heidi should have to do that.

'It cannot go on like this,' Susan said to herself, 'I don't get enough sleep, I'm a broken woman.'

The housekeeper gazed aghast at Susan's appearance.

"My god, you must have gone nuts! You'll end up with no hair at all! What do we have to expect of the future with people like you? Yuck!' she grumbled.

"It's only a haircut, mrs. Burki."

"No, it's an expression of an awkward mentality. Look at yourself, that tarty skirt; you have to take care not to expose your private parts."

Susan got red with shame, could that bitch possibly have seen that she was naked underneath? Without a word she took a step towards the study.

"Take care to make no noise, girl. The professor is still sleeping."

"I know, mrs. Burki."

When she had nearly finished her task of that morning Susan looked up surprised as professor Jefferson suddenly entered his study. She had never seen him so early. Amazed he gazed at her before he uttered: "Errr......Gertrude told me that you.....errrr....a crazy haircut.......but I think......well, it is....cute."

Shortsighted he fluttered his eyelids.

"Thank you, professor."

He stood still staring at her, seeking in his pockets and at last finding his spectacles.

''My.....you have changed."

Regaining himself he told her: "Susan, I'm very grateful that you sacrifice part of your time to help me out. I'll reward you for that."

"It's a pleasure to be able to do this, professor, but I must say, if you would have a modern p.c. most of this task would be done automatically."

Prof. Jefferson smiled: "The faculty has not enough money. My budget has been consumed. Maybe next year. But I have to inform you that tonight I'll start a new chapter. It....err....is about sexual behaviour and......well....aberrations. If you think that is too embarrassing to you you may tell me. Perhaps I can find.....a male assistant."

Susan tried to stifle her laughter: "Professor, I'm a modern girl, I won't be shocked so soon."

"Oh....really? In that case..."

Susan got an idea: "Maybe I could show you something, professor. My parents are making a boat trip, a cruise, and a cousin of mine is staying with me, just as is Heidi, you know her, don't you? "

"Of course, I know all my students."

"Well, we are playing a game. It might interest you in connection with the subject of your next chapter."

"Is it? Well, if it suits you, I could come with you now."

"Splendid."

Jefferson was curious and craved to hear what he could expect but during the short ride home Susan won't tell him anything.

Susan was amazed to see Heidi advancing towards the porch when she and the professor entered the house. Evidently she had heard them chatting but Susan had expected her friend to hide as she assumed the girl to be naked. Though barefooted she was dressed..

"Professor, what a surprise! How are you?" Heidi greeted him.

Flabbergasted Jefferson looked at Heidi and first couldn't bring out a word. Then he stammered: "Heidi...wh...where is your hair?"

Heidi laughed: "I got fed up with that long tresses, so I cut them."

"Cut them! But you are as bald as....an egg."

"Yeah, that's quite a story, I'll tell you later. I'm going to make coffee first."

"Heidi, where is Jason?" Susan asked.

"Oh, in the bathroom, I've locked him up."

"Locked up? Why?"

"When we got up I told him that he had disqualified himself during the night not being able to cope with the situation and forced to leave the lead to me. So he was no longer the master and I told him that the game was over. We quarreled and as he wouldn't listen I had to put him in custody."

While Heidi took the professor with her to the living room and told him about her Mexican adventures Susan went upstairs and unlocked the bathroom. Jason was furious.

"Tell me what happened," Susan asked.

"When I awoke Heidi came out of the bathroom and started to dress. I told her to stop that but she said that the game was over. Oh no, I said, I'm making he rules, not you. She said that this only applied to the game as long as it was in force and she had decided that this was no longer the case. I didn't accept that of course, we quarreled and suddenly she pushed me into the bathroom and locked the door."

"Listen Jason, last night you passed over the lead to Heidi and...."

He interrupted: "That had only to do with sex."

"No Jason, you are the master or you are not. If you part with it then is over."

"So you choose the side of Heidi?"

"No, I only establish the facts. Now let's go downstairs, we have a visitor."

"Who is it?"

"Professor Jefferson."

"That grumpy old man? What do I have to do with him?"

"He is nice and besides, you are a guest in this house, remember?"

"Yes Sue, you are right, I'm sorry."

Susan introduced Jason to her professor, saying: "All three the players are now present. Jason was the instigator of the game. He was the master and we were his slaves."

They told him all that had happened though they were not very explicit about sex. They said that they had fantasized about concrete situations though they called a spade a spade. Jefferson didn't show what he thought of those exercises.................He couldn't verify if everything they told him was true but if the girls really wandered around in the nude, did they then only fantasize about sex?

"Well young man," he addressed Jason, "You cut Susan's hair and shaved Heidi's head bald? I would say that you are a hair fetishist."

"It was part of the game," Susan explained, "we were his slaves and we had to obey."

"I have a remark. Heidi lost all of her hair but Susan only a part. I don't think that to be fair. I have a suggestion. You are close friends and you should stick together. What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander."

Bewildered Susan looked at him. Then she turned to Heidi who didn't say anything but gazed in a peculiar way at her friend.

"Do you really mean that seriously?" she asked in a trembling voice. "How can I justify this to my parents?"

"Tell them that you did it to show solidarity with me," Heidi told her. "Come on, Sue, it's not a big deal, the backside of your head is bald already."

"But we are no longer playing, you have finished our game."

"What professor suggests has nothing to do with the game."

Susan pondered, then turned to Jefferson: "Professor, may I ask you why you want me to have my head shaved?"

"Susan, I didn't say that I want that. I understand that your game is over. You and Heidi were both Jason's slaves and submitted to haircuts. Heidi lost all of her locks but you still have some hair. Isn't that a bit unfair? Remember what Heidi said about solidarity."

"I see what you mean. Okay, what the heck, shave me."

Heidi embraced her friend, whispering in her ear: "I love you."
 
They all went to the bathroom, Susan with wobbling knees.

Jefferson told Jason: "You gave your cousin two haircuts during the last two days, so third time lucky. Go ahead!"

Susan sat down for the third succesive day awaiting her final haircut. Jason draped a towel across her shoulders, grabbed a lock and cut it off near to the scalp. He continued these actions again and again and when the last tresses were severed from her head he covered the short wisps with shaving gel, spread it out and took his razor. After having shaved her head he repeated the lathering and shaving, making sure that on Susan's head not a single trail of stubble could be felt. He wiped her scalp clean and rubbed a lotion into the skin.

Susan moved her fingers across her smooth bald pate: "Are you satisfied, professor? What will mrs. Burki say when I show up tomorrow?"

"Oh, let her grumble. Didn't she tell you that you would end up with a bald head?"

"How do you know?" Susan asked surprised.

"She always tells me everything."

"So you knew about my haircuts?"

"Of course, dear Susan, and I'm glad that you did what I asked you."

"So this is my reward?"

"Oh no, I know it is a sacrifice. My value judgement regarding you has increased and I'll reward that."

Turning to Jason he said: "Young man, I think that at the end of the game your head should be shaved by those two lovely girls."

Startled Jason looked up at the professor: "Are you serious?"

"Sure, why should you come away unscathed while the girls went to great lengths."

Laughing Susan and Heidi shoved Jason at the stool. Together they started to clip his brown curls with scissors and soon only short wisps still adorned his head. The girls lathered and shaved him two times and made him as bald as themselves.

Professor Jefferson rose and said that he had to go. He thanked the three youngsters for their stories and demonstrations and left.

"Shall we resume the game?" Jason proposed.

Susan took up the challenge: "Yes...........but this time you'll be our slave. Do you agree, Heidi?"

"Sure, I'll love it."

Jason had no choice and ironically he had manoeuvred himself into this awkward position!

"Well, your head has been shaved already, so take off your clothes now, slave!" Heidi ordered.

"Come on, slave, we are hungry, prepare a lunch for us," Susan told him.

The next morning Gertrude opened the door with a grimace looking like a wry smile: "I told you that you would end up bald."

"Your professor brought that about."

"I know, he always tells me everything."

"Well, what do you think, mrs. Burki? Do I still look like a tart?"

As she was no longer a slave she had put on a flowered kneelength dress.

Gertrude scrutinized her: "No, your private parts are covered and without hair you're looking much better."

"Do you really think so?"

"Sure, now you've got rid of that ugly haircut you really are a nice girl."

 Who was the real hair fetishist? Susan asked herself.

Reading the sentences which the professor had produced the night before, Susan was shocked when she observed that he had used the story they had told him. The subject was hair fetishism and other sexual aberrations. He didn't mention names but he wrote that two of his female students had had their heads shaved bald as a part of an experiment including bondage. Well, when Heidi and she came back to college after the holidays no one would have to ask who those two would be! And now it was clear why he had urged her to have her head shaven!

The end.

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