Gwen got to her mistress? home late. ?Oh my god! She is going to be mad at me. Nothing has been done. Laundry was supposed to be done this morning, dishes had to be done. The house needed to be vacuumed. I did not do anything. Oh shit! I should never have gone to the mall,? she said as she rushed into the house carrying a bag of goodies. There was no movement in the house so she let out a sigh of relief. ?Oh good. She isn?t home. Maybe she will not be home until late. Maybe if I get busy right now I can get every thing done and save my ass,? she said. Gwen rushed upstairs to her small bedroom and pulled open her closet. Inside were all her outfits that Mistress Demi expected her to wear. She pulled out the maid?s outfit and pulled it on but as she was tying the ties around her waist, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
?Take it off, slave,? Mistress Demi said.
?I am sorry, Mistress. I meant to come home sooner. Some of the other slaves went to the mall. And I wanted to go too. I planned to be home before noon but we???????..? Gwen said as she sniffled.
?The other slaves did their work before they met up with you. You slept in. I know you did because I called twice and you did not answer the phone,? Mistress Demi snarled. ?Maybe I have been very lax in training you the way I want you to be. Maybe you don?t appreciate everything I do for you. Is that the problem, slave??
?No Mistress, no not at all,? Gwen said.
?Maybe I need to give you more work and put more severe restrictions on you,? Mistress Demi said. ?Do I not give you enough work, slave? Maybe you do not enjoy working here for me??
?No, Mistress. I love working for you. I want to serve you,? Gwen said.
Mistress Demi pointed to an ?X? on the floor. Gwen looked down and she sniffled. ?Do it!? Mistress Demi said.
Gwen took off the uniform and stood infront of her mistress. ?Don?t move until I return or you know it will be worse then what I have planned,? Mistress Demi ordered. Gwen stood still on the ?X?. She knew better then to move. She spread her legs and bent over placing both her hands on the edge of her bed. She counted in her head up to one hundred and then she heard the clicking of heels on the floor that signaled the return of her mistress. Gwen also knew better then to turn around and face her mistress but she knew what her mistress was wearing, her latex skin tight, black catsuit and her high latex boots. Gwen also knew what the form of punishment would be.
Mistress Demi slapped her bare ass by hand, grabbing and squeezing the cheeks of her ass. Gwen tried hard not to sniffle because if she cried, the punishment would only be worse and longer. Mistress Demi taught her slaves strict obedience and failure was not desirable. Gwen?s sniffle was loud enough and audible. Mistress Demi stopped and then a whizz through the air and a hard paddle connected with Gwen?s bare ass. She did not pull back. As Mistress Demi continued to spank Gwen, she also rubbed her ass so that there would be no serious marks or bruising. Twenty slaps on each cheek and it was finished.
?Turn around and face me,? Mistress Demi ordered. Gwen turned. Mistress Demi saw the redness in her eyes and the redness in her cheeks. She grabbed Gwen by the cheeks of her face. ?You were crying, weren?t you?? Mistress Demi said. Gwen tried to shake her head. ?It is your own fault that you got punished. But I refuse to have a cry-baby as my slave. Maybe I should do something to make you really understand that.?
Mistress Demi pointed to the bed. ?Get on it and don?t move. I think we have to make this lesson meaningful. Just to make sure you don?t screw up again,? Mistress Demi said. She turned and walked out of Gwen?s bedroom and walked down the hall to her suite. She returned after five minutes carrying a black doctor?s bag in her hand. Gwen shivered in fear as she knew what was in the bag. She had seen other mistresses bring their slaves to Demi and watched Demi use the tools inside. Now she was going to experience them herself. ?You know what is in here, don?t you? You have seen me use these, haven?t you?? Mistress Demi said. Gwen nodded her head. ?I almost used them on you once before but I stopped short and left you with a boy?s haircut. You do remember that don?t you?? Gwen knew that it was true. ?You know the sisterhood requires that this be done to all slaves that disobey their masters. No exceptions!?
Gwen sat still on the bed. Mistress Demi opened the black bag and reached inside. She removed a pair of black hair clippers. She plugged them into the wall and walked over to the bed where Gwen was sitting. She placed her hand on Gwen?s crown. She flicked the switch on the clippers and they sprang to life. ?Do you have anything to say in your defense?? Mistress Demi asked.
?I am sorry I failed you, Mistress. I accept my punishment,? Gwen said as she sniffled again.
Mistress Demi looked at Gwen. She really did not want to do this but she knew it was required. The first time Gwen failed, Mistress Demi stopped short because Gwen pleaded and begged. She was so sincere and of course, she was a new slave, not totally understanding the requirements. But even so, Mistress Demi was rough with her, butchering off her long ponytail, severing it high to the nape and then sitting Gwen down, cutting off her bangs and then scissor cutting her hair, very short, close to a boy?s cut. But now, this was the second time. No mercy could be shown. Not even to her own slave.
?Eyes forward, slave,? Mistress Demi ordered. Gwen focused her eyes forward and took in a deep breath. Mistress Demi raised the clippers to the side of Gwen?s head and touched her sideburns with the teeth of the shears. The clippers hummed and hungrily ate through her shortish sandy blonde locks. Gwen?s hair fell to the mattress on her bed. Mistress Demi pushed the clippers up through the side of Gwen?s head. Her scalp soon poked through. With Mistress Demi?s hand on her crown, Gwen?s head was moved to the sides, pushed down, raised back up to accommodate the movement of the clippers.
Gwen kept her eyes focused on Mistress Demi?s chest, letting her move Her head in any direction she needed to. She sniffled once or twice as Her short brown hair fell over her cheeks and down to the bed. Mistress Demi continued to console her slave, telling her that she wished she did not have to do this. Gwen knew she was not allowed to speak, unless her mistress told her to. But in her heart, she recognized Demi?s position. Mistress Demi finished shaving the sides of Gwen?s head. She walked around and pushed her head down and she rammed the clippers into Gwen?s nape. Pushing the clippers up her neck, Mistress Demi sheared Gwen?s neck, fast and proficiently.
Just leaving Gwen?s top, crown area holding hair, Mistress Demi walked around again and faced Gwen. ?Head up!? she ordered. Gwen raised her head. ?You focus on my eyes.?
Placing her hand on Gwen?s crown, Mistress Demi raised the clippers to her hairline, and pushed the clippers straight down the center of Gwen?s head. A flick of the wrist and a clump of sandy brown hair fell over Gwen?s shoulder. Gwen looked over her shoulder, but Mistress Demi, pulled her head back. ?I said eyes forward,? she ordered. Gwen whimpered as she returned her focus to Mistress Demi?s eyes. Mistress Demi finally finished with the crown. She ran her hands and fingers over Gwen?s nearly shorn head. ?I should go and get a can of Nair and rub it into your scalp for turning away and trying to see what I was doing, but I think we will deal with this in another manner. Maybe we should run the clippers all over your head without a guard,? Mistress Demi said. ?Tell me that is what you want, slave.?
Gwen nodded her head. ?Yes, Mistress. I accept,? Gwen said.
Mistress Demi took the guard off her black clippers. She placed her hand on Gwen?s shoulder, next to her neck. ?Turn your head, slave,? Demi said. Gwen did what she was ordered to do. Demi raised the clippers, sans guard, and pushed then hard all over Gwen?s head. ?Imagine, my own bald slave,? Demi said. ?The girls were asking me when I was going to do it to you. They thought you were just to perfect and that I was letting you off to easy. Won?t they be surprised when I show you off at the next meeting??
Mistress Demi finally finished shearing her slave?s head. She ran her fingers over Gwen?s head a second time. ?Yes, a lot better. Now slave, I will only tell you this one last time. Next time it will be a can of Nair. Don?t you ever do anything to disappoint me again. Next time you will not like your punishment,? Mistress Demi said. She put her tools in her black bag and turned and walked out of the room. Gwen sat on the bed; looking down at the pile of hair that surrounded her. She knew that her mistress meant what she said. Now she would have to work hard to prove her loyalty to her mistress. And it started with her just sitting there silently on the bed until Mistress Demi that she could get off the bed and come to her.
Author: hairman001 Copyright protected ? 2004 Protected under a legal and registered copyright ? 2000 JCWP DESIGN SYSTEM This story is not to be copied or moved to any other site without the authorized permission of the author. Nor is it to be downloaded for personal use.
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