Christopher was the third of that name in his family. He was not the boy next door, he was smart, handsome at 6 ft 2, and was a bit of a slob. He graduated from college with engineering degree and immediately landed a really good job with a known company. He worked in the design department, he had all the latest technical knowledge and the ability to put it on paper. The company hardly ever cared how he dressed, unless there were clients involved, then he had to wear a shirt, tie and at least a sport coat. After being with the company for a little more than a year he was given a project of his own. About that same time a new administrative assistant came on board. Holley may have looked the gorgeous dumb blonde part, but that would get you in heaps of trouble. She was superb at coordinating among the various departments in engineering, from design through models and production. Chris, as he was known to most had several girlfriends in the past, but nothing ever came of the relationships. You’ve heard of ‘love at first sight’. Chris, who had be quite satisfied with doing everything himself, suddenly found all kinds of reasons to go through the administrative assistant. Besides getting to see Holley each time, his project proceeded with a new smoothness. Holley was not unaware of his attraction. One day she asked him if there was anything, anything at all she could do for him. He simply blurted out that he would like to take Holley on a date. It was a Friday and she told him to stop by and see her on his way from work. She knew that he seldom drove to work since he didn’t live very far away. At the end of the day Chris appeared and Holley said she would drive him to his place. They could talk on the way there. That seemed like a pretty good beginning to Chris. In the car she became the ‘inquisition’. Starting with his whole name, to what his goals for the future were. What he considered a date and where they might go. They parked and talked for a while. Then she said, "let’s go up to your place, I want to see it." "Uh, well, it’s not ready for company." "All the more reason to go see it now. You want to go on a date? I want to see where the guy lives." She got out of the car. Chris sat there sort of stunned, trying to think of just how bad it was. She opened his door. "Come on. It can’t be that bad." He got out and they went in. He lived on the 5th floor of the apartment building. It was a one bedroom apartment, not as small as a studio, but with a living room and an eating area off the kitchen. It had a balcony with a great view of the city and sunsets. Chris cleared off stuff as he went in. Holley almost laughed. This was a real bachelor pad. He got her a glass of wine and they sat on the balcony to watch the sunset. After a while of just sitting and looking she asked, "so, you want to date me?" "Yes." "Ok. But I have rules, the first one is you have to do anything I ask you to. I expect a guy I’m seen with to have a certain look and dress. You think you can do that?" Falling right into her trap, Chris said, "I’d do anything at all, anything you ask me to, to go out with you. Just tell me, I’ll do it." "You’re certain about that," she asked with a lift to her eyebrows. "Yes." "Ok. I’ll be back in the morning about 9:00 am. I’ll come up here to get you." Chris understood the implication: the place had better be cleaned up. Holley got up and put her wine glass in the kitchen. She shook her head. She’d see how sincere he was in the morning. He let her out and walked her down to his car. She sped away and Chris sped back up the stairs. He gathered up his laundry and headed down to the basement where the washers and dryers were. He loaded 3 of them. Among other things, Chris had learned how to wash clothes, he just let it pile up until he actually needed something. With that started, he went back up to his apartment. The best place to start he figured was the bedroom. He took everything out of the closet and re organized it. He wasn’t really surprised that he found more clothes that needed washing as well as the sheets. He dusted and vacuumed, books were picked up and put away. Old magazines were thrown away. He pulled out the drawers and re-organized them. You see, it’s not that he didn’t know what to do, he just didn’t keep it up. When he thought the bedroom looked presentable, he went to the kitchen. He never noticed the clock on the wall as it passed midnight. He was tired, but he knew when Holley came back he wanted it to look good. All the dishes were washed and put away. The fridge was cleaned out. Some of it he ate, some just went down the garbage chute. His last project was the living room. Around 3 in the morning he figured it was about as good as it was going to get. He’d retrieved his laundry and put everything away. He made the bed with the fresh washed sheets. So as not to mess anything up, he crashed on the couch with the alarm set for 6:30. He was up showered and shaved by 7:15. He rushed out to find a couple of plants to put out on the balcony and some flowers for the living room. It was a nice early autumn day, not too hot nor yet cold. He was back and waiting like a schoolboy at the principles office. There was a quiet knock on the door at precisely 9:00. She looked around and smiled. ‘This man was smart’. Now she wanted to see the whole place. She guessed that he hadn’t slept on the bed, it was still so neatly made. She also noted the plants and the flowers. He took a deep breath when she opened his closet. He was wearing khaki’s and a polo shirt with boat shoes, his usual Saturday attire for going out, unless it was to the gym or to go jogging in the park. Holley told him to change into some old jeans and a tee shirt. He went to change. She nodded her head when he came back. "Are you ready?" With a nod of his own, Chris said, "yes."
They stopped at a little restaurant for breakfast. Holley saw what she was looking for right across the street. When they finished he paid the tab. On the way out she asked again, "are you sure you’ll do anything?" "I said I would. You don’t have to ask me again." They headed across the street briskly although there was hardly any traffic. She rushed him right on into the barbershop almost before he realized where he was. The sign said it was open on Saturday from 9:00 to 2:00. There were three of the big old fashioned black leather barber chairs. The barber at the far chair was waiting like the next customer in the door was his. She told Chris to wait while she went to talk to the barber. He looked over at Chris, then said something to Holley. She came back and told him to go have a seat. The barber smiled and motioned for him to come have a seat. The barber had him sit back in the chair then began to set him up for the haircut. As the cape was fastened securely over the paper strip around his neck, Chris was wondering what Holley had in mind. He had straight brown hair that covered his ears and come down onto his collar in back. He didn’t usually pay it much attention, although that morning he had combed it.
The barber started with a set of big black clippers. To Chris they looked pretty heavy duty. He gave a distinct jump as the clippers the barber now snapped on gave a loud pop right by his ear. The barber brought the clippers right in front of Chris’s eyes then raised them up to his hairline. Beginning right there, those unguarded blades set right on the skin, the barber pushed the clippers back across the top of his head. It was like the parting of the red sea. As the blades got deeper into the hair, the tone changed and the vibration seemed to get stronger. Chris realized all of a sudden that the was going to lose his hair, buzzed all the way off. After the first trip across the top of his head, the barber started over in the back, way down on the nape of his neck. Pushing up and over the top, the hair piled up on top of the clippers to fall down in front of Chris’s eyes onto his chest, sliding heavily in his lap. Over and over the barber seemed to delight in dumping the shorn hair down in front of his face so that he would see it fall. In practically no time there was only 1/8th inch stubble anywhere. Chris had the urge to feel it, but kept his hands in his lap, trying to control the bulge that was raising in his jeans. The barber turned off the clippers and brushed all the loose hair from his head and shoulders. Then his chair was turned around so he could see how it looked. There was no hair left. His eyes stared and the bulge got even tighter in his jeans. The barber turned the chair back around. Chris figured it was done. It wasn’t. Not by a bit. The barber picked up another pair of clippers. Chris was aghast. He was going to be really bald. He looked at Holley. ‘Sure. Like I said, however the lady wants it’, ran through his head. He sat back, resigned to the fate of his head. He had never had his hair cut completely off. He’d told her he would do whatever she asked. So let’s do it.
The barber had opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of red clippers. He showed them to Holley and said, "these’ll do the trick, a few minutes and we’ll be ready for the finish." She smiled and sat back down. If she could see under the cape the bulge was about to pop the zipper to Christopher’s pants. He was turned on. The buzzing and vibration of the first clippers were felt all the way through the head of his cock. The red clippers gave more of a whirr as their slim silvery blades began right in front at the hairline. With one motion the clippers raced back across the top of his head. There would be no going back from this point. The barber went over the top several times until there was not a hair more than a sixteenth of an inch long. These were 000000 balding clippers by Wahl and they performed as advertised. After the top was finished, the barber went over the sides, finally the back was finished. The clippers were turned off and put back in the drawer. Once more the barber brushed his head and shoulders off, then removed the cape and paper strip. Without asking the barber took out his straight razor and laid it on the counter. With a towel that had been run under hot water the barber went over Chris’s whole head, letting it rest there for a minute. There was the whirring of the hot lather machine and then the warmth of the cream was felt as it was spread over his head, not just around his ears and the back, but over the whole top, sides, and down his neck. All the way down to the towel that had been tucked into his collar. While the lather worked at softening the very, very short stubble that could barely be felt, the barber stropped the blade of the razor to a keen edge. Under his deft hand it took only about 5 minutes to shave it all pretty smooth. Then the head was lathered completely again. The barber took a Mach III razor out of the drawer and began to shave it again. When he was finished it was as smooth as a new born baby’s skin. It gleamed palely in the fluorescent light of the shop. The barber once more wiped his head down with the warm towel. Putting that aside he took out a soothing lotion and massaged it into his scalp. When he was finished it glowed. With no hair left to remove, the barber lowered the chair and Chris got out. He reached up to feel his skull even as he turned to look at his cue ball head. Right then he creamed in his shorts. He couldn’t help himself. He thanked the barber and paid him double what was asked.
He and Holley walked out of the shop together. "What next? There must be more." "Yes, we’ve just begun." They walked back to her car and he got in. The next stop was in a small strip mall shopping plaza. The sign said TATTOO’s & Body Piercing. Chris followed Holley meekly into the shop. A big bald man covered in tattoo’s got up to greet them. She pulled Chris over. "Rings for his ears to start. Those silver titanium ones I think would look good. While your doing that I’ll look over the tattoo’s I want for him." Turning to Chris she told him to go with the man. She turned and walked back over to the tattoo art on the wall. Chris wasn’t happy about this, but ‘in for a penney in for a pound’. The man told him to have a seat on the stool while he got the equipment and his ears ready. First they were cleaned with alcohol twice. The man had put on surgical gloves and a mask. Because it was going to be rings to start and not studs, a large needle was used to punch holes in the center of each ear lobe. Then the wires were run through and clipped to the back side. It took less than 10 minutes for it to be finished. The man gave him a hand mirror so Chris could see how they looked. It hadn’t hurt near as much as he had thought. While he sat with the mirror in hand, the man went over to see how Holley was doing. She told the man that over the next few months, Chris would be getting full sleeves, but today se thought a band of woven thorn’s around each bicep would be a good start. And did the man know a good place to get leather pants. He did and told her to use his name and there would be a discount. Not once was Chris asked what he would like or not. The man first shaved his arms where the tattoo’s would go. He called into the back and woman came out. He would do one arm while she did the other. She went over and talked to Holley and they picked out two bands, slightly different that would go with full sleeves later. It took over an hour of good needle work to get both arms finished. His arms felt like they were on fire as he paid for the rings and the tattoo’s. It was just a short walk down to the shop where leathers were sold. After having his measurements taken, Holley picked out a pair of pants and a vest. She sent him into the dressing room and told him to try them on. When he came out she thought they were just about right, she asked the salesman if he had a pair with tighter legs, she wanted it to look like he was poured into them. The man nodded and went into the back, he handed Chris a package to take back and try on. While Chris was putting them on, Holley picked up a couple more leather things and a couple new pair of underwear. These were thin micro-fiber low rise briefs. Those bunched up boxers showed through the leather pants. Before he went back to change she also had him sized for a pair of black 14 eyelet strap boots. She went into the changing room with him and brought out his old clothes, shoes, boxers and tee shirt. She told the man to throw them in the trash. When Chris came out, he was really self conscious. His cock was fully erect and could be seen bulging in front. The boots felt funny and the vest without even a tee shirt underneath was embarrassing, even if he was quite muscular. She put the collar around his neck and buckled it tight. Then the leather cuffs around his wrists, buckling them on. She told him to pay the man, after she had said that the tattoo artist had recommended him. The bill was considerable, almost $500.00. The salesman didn’t blink and eye when Chris handed him his credit card.
She led him out to her car. He got in after opening her door and shutting it behind her. "We’ll go to my place for the night," she said. She had a small house on a rather large lot in a secluded neighborhood. There, she unlocked the door and let him in. A tour of the house was in order. She showed him around and then took him into the guest bedroom. It was quite spartan with a chest of drawers, night stand, and a straight backed arm chair of solid dark wood. The light was attached to the wall over the bedside table. The bed was an old cast and wrought iron, queen size. It was made up, clean white sheets and a black and white patterned quilted top. Holley told him to strip down, just to leave the collar and cuffs on. When he was naked, except for the collar and cuffs, she told him to pull the covers down and lay down in the center of the bed. She added leather cuff’s to each ankle and buckled them securely. There was a steel ring on each cuff and one on either side of the collar. To each ring she attached a steel chain and locked it in place. She now had him spread eagle on top of the bed. Next she stripped off her clothes and got up on the bed. By now Chris was totally subdued with no idea as to what would happen next. He was practically immobile. She began to kiss him vigorously, the moved down onto his chest, biting and sucking on the nipples until they stood up hard. His cock was rigid, swollen with desire. First she took it between her teeth, then into her mouth and began to tongue it. It began to pulse and she moved back up to his head and lowered her now dripping cunt onto his face. He began to tongue her clit and the juice poured out onto his face. She began to rub her lips all over his face until it was totally wet. She got off and went out of the room, leaving him gasping for breath. Holley wasn’t gone long. She came back in and moved the chains holding his legs to the foot of the bed up to the head. Not only did this pull his legs over, raising his hips, but it also spread his cheeks. He grunted as she inserted a butt plug in his ass. Then she lowered and re-fastened his ankles to the foot of the bed. His hips were now raised a little, pushing his cock out even more. The butt plug was uncomfortable, but didn’t hurt. She climbed back up on the bed, then straddled his body. Raising up, she lowered her still dripping cunt onto his cock. All the way down, taking it all the way in. Then raising up, then down, and up and down. Up and down with a rolling motion until she began to shudder and moan as a series of orgasms coursed through her. Chris could finally contain it no more and exploded his hot cum deep inside her. She rode him until his erection subsided. From the time she had collard him, he had not said another word. He didn’t now as he caught his breath from the mind blowing sex.
Holley got up, took a shower and got cleaned up. She came back into his room. "Are you ready to get cleaned up?" Chris nodded but didn’t say anything. She turned and left the room, saying over her shoulder, "when you’re ready to talk, just call." Chris lay there, the pussy juice now almost dry on his face and his cock limp. About a half hour later, she came back and asked if he was ready to get up. "Yes." "It’s Yes Ma’am." "Yes Ma’am." She came over and undid his legs then his arms then the chains from his neck collar. Chris sat up. She undid the cuffs from his wrists and the collar. "Go take a shower." "Yes ma’am," he said meekly. He showered washing his head and body, being careful of the tattoo’s on his arms. When he was about ready to get out of the shower, Holley came in. Just stay there, she opened the glass door and handed him a razor, can of shaving gel, and a pack of Gilette Sensor Excel blades. "Shave your chest, pubes and legs before you come out. He took the razor, put in a new blade and began to lather his chest. "Don’t cut yourself," she said as she closed the door. "Yes ma’am." he said loudly. There was no mirror so he had to do it by feel. The chest and stomach hair were pretty easy. He almost lost it when he began to shave his pubes. ‘Am I really doing this?’ It was tough until he changed the blades and started at the edge. He had to go over it three times to get it all smooth. He rinsed off under warm water, then sat in the bottom of the tub and began to lather his legs. Once more he changed the blades before he started. It had taken about a half hour for him to finish what she told him to do. He opened the door and she told him to turn around. She lathered his back and shaved it free of hair. She told him to bend over. The butt plug was still in place. She pulled it out and told him to pull the cheeks apart. She lathered deep inside, right down to the brown ring. She carefully shaved his ass free of hair. When that was done she told him to let go and shaved where his fingers had been. She told him to rinse off again. When he got out she helped him dry off, being careful of the tattoo’s.
She told him to get dressed. All there was were the leather pants and boots. She took out a sleeveless white tee shirt and told him to put it on and then the vest. He followed her quietly out to her car and got in. The next stop was at a mens store that catered to young men. She told the salesman she wanted a light grey 3 piece suit, a bold black pinstripe suit, and the grey suit there with the purple plaid in it. Three pink and pastel dress shirts as well as three shirts, no button down collars. She wanted the belt loops taken off and suspender buttons put in. Chris did not protest as she picked out ties, socks and shoes to go with the outfits. He did wince as the credit card slid and he had to sign. The suits would be ready Monday afternoon. She said she need one for Monday. The salesman suggested one of the suit separates which shouldn’t need any adjustment. They had just received some new stock in. They had a European fit. She liked the glossy black with the red thread pinstripe. All that was needed was to have the belt loops removed and the suspender buttons put in. She got a blood red shirt and a narrow solid black tie to go with it. They took all the shirts to a nearby laundry that said they would be ready by 8:00 that evening just before they closed. The next stop was a sports shop. Skimpy running shorts and shirt as well as sweat pants and hoody top. Only one more stop, any good department store would do. Three packs of low rise tighty whitey briefs, two packs of wife beater tee shirts. And two packs of regular crew neck tee’s. Back at the car she buckled the leather collar and the wrist cuffs back on.
The next stop was a restaurant, it wasn’t the food, although it was good. She wanted to show Chris off in his new status as her ‘boy’. Her plan had been to shame him, but she found herself caught in her own trap and was falling in love with him. And then, no one recognized him, they were so used to seeing him with long hair and in casual dress. Now he looked more like a biker.
Back at home she had him strip and chained him in the bed again with the butt plug. Chris lay there for several hours, flat on his back, he couldn’t quite tell if the butt plug felt good or if it hurt, like a dull pain. He finally fell asleep.
He woke with a start on Sunday morning. At first he thought he must be still dreaming a bad dream, he woke trying to turn over. Holley came in a few minutes later. "How’s my boy doing this morning?" Very meekly he said, "your boy needs to go to the bathroom, please." She un-chained him and removed the cuff’s and collar. He went to the bathroom. When she heard the toilet flush she told him to take his shower and get shaved, "everything, I’ll check you over when you come out." He took his time. The shower felt so good and he ached from laying in one position all night. His tattoo’s were scabbing over. His ears weren’t as sore as he thought they would be. When he came out, she sent him back in to finish shaving his arms below the tattoo’s. Then it was back into his leather outfit, collar, wrist cuffs, and boots. Then they went out to eat and walk through the park. After lunch, she asked him what he would like to do. "I want to eat your pussy and fuck you hard." She took him back to the house and they went to her room. "This will cost you." That’s all she said as she got undressed and lay down on top of the bed. He started to take off the boots. "No. You can pull the pants down, but you must keep your boots on." His cock was already bulging the leather front out. Chris unbuckled the pants and lowered them to his knees, then pulled his briefs down. He gave her a heart stopping kiss. His tongue sought the inside of her mouth and moved around inside. She began to return it, slipping her sweet tongue between his lips. He moved down and nibbled on her tit’s. With his face in her crotch he began to spread her lips with his tongue, searching for her clit. His tongue was met with a rush of pussy juice. He liked it and probed deeper until she began to wriggle and moan as an orgasm shuddered through. He pulled himself on top of her and thrust his tool deep inside. As he pumped, her moaning became louder and she gasped asking for more as he thrust deeper into her. His own tool was throbbing for release. With a gasping groan of his own, he thrust his hips at her rising vagina, and felt the ecstasy as his hot cum released deep inside. He continued to work, thrusting in and out, shallow and deep until his member collapsed. He withdrew and rolled over beside her.
It was all worth
it; his head shave, the tattoo’s, the earrings, the shaved body. He was totally hers. He didn’t care what else she would do to him as long as she would make love with him. They lay together for a while longer, each regaining their composure. She told him to go get cleaned up. She herself went in to her bathroom and showered and douched. She came out and got dressed. He was ready now for whatever she had in mind. She had in mind going to his place. At his apartment, she went through his clothes, throwing some away and putting others on the bed to save. All of his polo shirts were out. Some of the dress pants went, those with pleats were the first to go, then jeans. She let him keep his khaki’s for field work. His boxers were all in the trash. She had him put all the ‘usable’ clothes in a plastic bag, they would go to a thrift, the unusable stuff were ripped and put out in the trash. Late in the day as they finished going through his stuff, it was all reorganized and put away or hung back up. He was going to spend the night at her place again and for at least the next week before she left him on his own again. He could bring his shaving gear and toothbrush. The rest would keep. Back at her place they put what he had brought inside and went for another walk before the sun set. She let him sleep unchained but with the cuffs and collar buckled in place.
Monday morning she got him up an hour earlier than he was used to. Shower, shave, and then a little breakfast with him only in the briefs. After the toast, coffee, and fruit, it was time for him to get dressed for work. She knew what his schedule was but asked him what he had planned on wearing to work. He did have a client meeting today along with a couple of other engineers. "You’ll be wearing the suit then." She took the clothes out of the closet and laid them across his bed. She would be back in a bit, after she got herself ready for work. The bright red shirt looked really good with the black suit and the thin black tie. Chris was feeling self conscious again, not about his haircut, but the earrings and the suit. He was used to a button down collar, with the tie sort of snugged up to an unbuttoned neck, just enough to look ‘cool’ but not so as to feel like a noose around his neck. But, he didn’t complain. She was thinking, ‘he’s gonna have to get some sun on that head, it’s to pale.’ He was as prepared for the day as he was going to get. They went out to her car.
At work, heads turned as he went by. As people looked at him, he stood up taller and straighter. Let them look. That’s what she wanted anyway, to show him off. The meeting with his client ended on a successful note and he went by her office to share. She asked for his company ID Pass. He handed it to her. She cut it in half. "Let’s go. You’ll have to get a new one. They already know you are coming down." Chris still had to show his drivers license before they took a new picture and gave him the new ID. Holley picked up his drivers license and looked at it. We’ll get you a new one of these this week and she put it in her pocket. Everyone was curious about his new look, but no one was forward enough to ask. After lunch he had loosened his tie and collar to get back to work. She came in and saw his relaxed self. No one else was around. She told him to stand up. He stood. "Now, button that collar and tighten that tie. Get used to it." He buttoned the collar and pulled the tie up snug. "That’s better. Now take the jacket off, it’s not cold and you’ll be more comfortable." She helped him take the jacket off and hang it up on the back of the door. He had kept it on, he wasn’t sure what his compatriots would say about the suspenders. She gave him a little kiss and went back to work. She stopped at the door. "See you after work."
After work they went by and picked up the rest of the suits. "I guess tomorrow you can go more casual with just a sport coat and shirt, no tie." Chris didn’t say anything. He really didn’t care. Whatever she wanted him to do, he could do. It always ended up as super hot sex. And, he was turned on by it all. At first he was self conscious and quiet. Tuesday morning, he was up and showered and shaving while she laid out what he was to wear. It was a brown pair of pants, she had carefully clipped all the belt loops off, a multi-colored button up sport shirt and a glen-plaid sport coat. After she was dressed she came to see what was holding him up. He was trying to put the suspenders on. She told him he should do the back two before he put the pants on, then it would be easy. She helped and he was soon ready. Well, almost. She had to button the collar down and then the top button. He should carry the coat until they got to work and put it on when they got out of the car. Everyone at work seemed to go by, just to take a look at the ‘new’ Chris. The change in his appearance was the talk around the water cooler. That night it was back to the collar and cuffs and chains. She didn’t say anything to him. He just brought them to her as soon as they were home. She unbuttoned his shirt and he slipped out of it. She buckled the collar on, snug, without cutting off the circulation, then the cuffs. She checked his tattoo’s, they seemed to be doing good. He sat on the floor at her feet after dinner, watching tv. When she said it was time to go to bed, Chris got up and went to his room, she followed. He lay on his back spread eagle. Tonight, after she had inserted the butt plug, she made sure that the chains were snug, with no slack for him to move. She stripped and got up on the bed with him. She was on top with her head down in his crotch and her already wet cunt in his face. She took his cock in her mouth and he began to tongue her. He tried to keep up with the juice as it flowed out, but his face was soon slick with pussy juice. His cock stood like a granite monument. She turned around and raised up, carefully settling over it. She took it all the way in then began to ride him like a cowboy riding a bull. He held back as long as he could, letting go as she reached her climax. It was greater than just mutual satisfaction, it was fantastic sex. As his tool relaxed she raised off and moved to squat over his face, letting the hot cum and mingled pussy juice drip down into his open mouth. She lowered her cunt so that he could lick and tongue her clean. He had never tasted cum before. When they were done, she moved off the bed and went to get herself cleaned up, turning off the light as she went out. Chris was left to savor the flavors and go to sleep.
She came in the next morning and released him to get cleaned up. When he came out, she had, as usual, laid out his clothes for the day. Today it was a pink shirt with a dark grey and pink tie to go with the dove grey suit. He had another meeting with a client and with his boss today, as well he needed that new drivers license. He had never been one to wear pink and kept looking at himself in the mirror. Chris was surprised that it looked really sharp. His head was beginning to match the tone of his face and not be so pale. At work it was almost like being the bearded lady at the circus, people passed by his door in a seeming endless stream, to look at him. The meetings went well, though he could see his boss examining his new look. At noon, Holley had made an appointment for him to get a new drivers license, they went to have the new picture made. Inside, she made him take off the coat, she wanted the pink shirt to really show along with the grey tie with the swirls and pink hearts. Against the blue backdrop, the colors were vivid along with his cue ball head.
That week passed, each day a new experience, except the glorious sex each night. The second week she kept him was almost a repeat. At the end of the week she took him back to the tattoo shop and they began to work on his right arm, picking out the design and doing the outline work. Every weekend thereafter he would go have more work done until both arms were completely covered with designs. At the end of 6 months, Chris not only had two sleeves, but his back and front were covered, it was like having a colorful long sleeved pull over shirt on. The neck of the ‘shirt’ was about 3 inches away from his neck. Another month went by before it was all healed. They reveled in each other, although not so much while his back and front were sore and healing.
It was nine months, Chris had moved completely out of his place and in to Holley’s. He began to look forward to what she would think of next. One of the most exciting things was a collar with the little bells all around that wore while they were out jogging. In late spring, she had bought him a micro-fiber red brief pair of running shorts and a matching top that clung to his body. And Chris was fit, his body lean and muscled. It was at this time that one of their company clients wanted Chris on site at the other end of the state. Holley was not happy about him not in her control, but she couldn’t take the time off to go with him. She packed his clothes. It was a two week project. She would have been proud that he kept himself shaved every day, wore a suit every day, and kept the tie snugged up, even though it was summer. He called her every evening and they made small talk. What he didn’t tell her was that there were several men there who all rode bikes, and on the 3rd day there, they took him for a ride. He wanted one for himself. They took him by the cycle shop to look the different models over. He would need one that Holley could ride on. The cycle shop also had a bike training class that was required to get the required motorcycle license. It was a two day course, but given Chris’s circumstances they worked it out so that he could do some of it in two hour increments each evening, if he bought one. By the next Monday, Chris had his motorcycle training certificate. To get his license updated, they used the same picture in the system and added the "M" to it. He had flown out and had a return fare. He decided to have the bike shipped to his engineer friends house. It was going to be a big enough surprise for Holley.
The night he got back, they were sitting watching tv, she rubbing his head as he sat on the floor at her feet as usual. "Do you love me?" Chris was surprised by the question. ‘Love’, he didn’t know what that word meant, so he didn’t know how to answer her, or how she would take it, no matter the answer. "More than any man could love his mistress." She leaned back and was quiet. That night Chris had her chain him to the bed and they made love. The sex was good, but it seemed to lack something that they just couldn’t put a finger on, unlike the first time. She unfettered him afterwards and they both went to shower and clean up. The next day, she let him pick out his own clothes for the day. She did manage to tell him he looked nice when he came out dressed in a pair of khaki’s with a striped shirt, button down collar with it buttoned all the way up. He had gotten used to that, even when he wore a tie, it was all the way up snug about his neck. By the end of the week he realized that he was going to have to spice their life back up. His friend told him that there had been a delivery to his house. Chris took the afternoon off to go check it out. He rode it over to their place and put it in the garage. When Holley got home, he met her at the door all dressed to go out for dinner. He had made reservations. Sometimes on Friday’s they put the car in the garage, but tonight it was in the driveway, or she would have seen the bike which he had managed to almost get tucked away. Holley took a shower and put on her dancing dress. They would eat and then go dancing, something he had learned to do since coming to live with her. It also made for a late evening, and they went to bed as soon as they got in.
Saturday, he put on his leathers and got her to buckle the collar about his neck. He didn’t wear a tee shirt, just the vest over his tattoo’d chest. He told her to wear some shorts and a top. She noticed the change in his tone as he was telling her what to do. She got dressed as he said and they went out. He had opened the door in the passengers side to the car and let her in. He drove over to the shop where she had gotten his leathers. They had women’s leather also. He told the salesman that he wanted to get her the shortest shorts he had in black leather and a black half top, (it looked a lot like a vest with the bottom cut off just below but fitting snugly over her boobs). He told her to go try them on. It was good thing she wore thong bikini underwear. He had asked her what size shoes she wore, just to make sure, and handed her in a pair of over the calf high black lace up boots to put on. She came out, another guy in the store whistled. She blushed a little and went to look in the big mirror. Chris entered the changing room and brought out the clothes she had been wearing and told the salesman to toss them. He paid for them and the gloves along with black leather choker he picked out. Like his but narrower and smaller to fit her neck. Holley wasn’t exactly happy with the look, but she had a flush on her cheeks as he walked her out to the car.
Holley had let her blond hair grow long, halfway down her back. She usually, like today wore it in a long pony tail. Back at the house, Chris took her inside to his room. Before they left, he had covered it with a sheet. First he handcuffed her using the leather cuffs he had just bought and clipping them together. Then he sat her in the middle of the bed facing the headboard. She couldn’t imagine what he had in mind. Then he brought out the clippers. They were red, like the ones the barber had used on his head. He plugged them in and clicked them on. There was only the small buzz as the well oiled teeth passed each other. Holding her head still with a grasp of her pony tail, he started at the front and mowed her hair off at the scalp, some of the hair was caught in the pony tail and hung there, what wasn’t cascaded down onto the sheet. Tears flowed down her cheeks, but she didn’t choke or cry out as with swipe after swipe he took all her hair off around the top, back and sides of her head. He turned the clippers off. Then he undid the band that was holding the ponytail. The cut hair fell away, making a pile behind her back. With a comb he removed any that was still clinging to the hair that was still attached to her head. What was left was a three inch diameter circle of hair at the top back of her head that still spilled down her back. After getting all the cut hair removed, he put the remaining hair back into a ponytail and walked her to the bathroom. Everywhere the hair had been removed, Chris lathered and shaved it smooth. Back in the bedroom he pulled her shorts down and the thong underwear. He lay her back on the bed and using the clippers, removed her mound of hair. Holding out the lips of her pussy, he carefully ran the clippers over that. He pulled the shorts and panties all the way off, then sat her up and took off the top. She was a bit surprised when he removed the cuffs and told her to go shower. When she was about done, he handed her in the lather and razor with a new blade. "Shave it smooth down there." He watched as she lathered and then shaved the mound and her crotch. She rinsed off and started to come out. He reached up and undid the band holding her hair and told her to shampoo it good, handing her a bottle he wanted her to use on it. Without looking to see what was in it. Holley stepped back into the shower and filled her hand with the liquid and began to wash her hair. Like nothing she had smelled before. She rinsed it out. She felt her smooth head as she reached up to squeeze the water out of the hair hanging down her back. Chris helped her to dry off, then wrapping her hair in the towel squeezed it until it was only damp. Then he made her sit on a stool while he combed it out. When it was fully untangled, but still a little damp, he braided it into a really tight braid. He told her to go put her new outfit back on, he had a "surprise for her". As if she wasn’t already surprised. She got the shorts up and the little jacket on. He buckled the choker around her neck and suspended a gold heart from the small ring in front. After she laced up the boots he led her out to the front and opened the garage. Inside sat the bike. He rolled it out and told her to climb on. She stood there a second or two, but his look commanded her and she put a foot on the peg and climbed up behind him. He stopped at the pharmacy down the street and got some sun screen. He rubbed it over her baldness, her face, arms and legs. It used up nearly the whole tube. He then went over his own head, ears and neck. For good measure he put it over his arms, making his tattoo’s even more bright. Then they were off for an afternoon ride. In the saddlebags was a rolled up blanket and a couple of towels as well as their swim suits. There was a state park about 75 miles away that had a clear lake and swimming beach. It took a couple of hours to get there. After they had changed, he removed her collar and she his. They rolled up their leathers and put them in the saddlebags, taking out the blanket and towels. They stayed there until late and most everyone was gone. While dusk was setting in, the park was still open until 8:30 to let any late hikers out. The incoming traffic, except for the paying campers had stopped an hour earlier. After the swim, they had gathered the blanket and towels and walked down one of the trails away from the swimming area. A little way off the trail he saw what he was looking for, a small clearing, pretty much shielded from the path, unless you were looking for it. He spread out the blanket and helped her down. She looked like a fairy with her pretty face, her blue green eyes, and a small but well endowed body. He lay down with her and they were soon enjoying each others caresses, kisses and fondling. He felt her pussy and it was hot and juicy. His own cock was standing up from his bare crotch like a lighthouse. Even the head seemed to be lit. He took control of the sex, although he was mindful to satisfy her. He guided it gently inside and pushed it all the way up until her bare skin met his. She moaned with ecstacy as she quickly began to have her first orgasm, followed by another and another. In their excitement they began to thrust harder and harder into each other. His climax, ejaculating deep inside, caused him to gasp in his pleasure. She clasped him to her and began to nibble at his ear then to bite his neck. This, he was thinking, is the way our sex should always be. They were fulfilled in each other. They lay back to catch their breath and relax before they had to leave. They wiped off as best they could and put on their swimsuits just in case. The clothes felt cold against the heat of their bodies, on. The beach at the lake was deserted when they got back. His bike the only vehicle in the parking lot. It was almost dark, but they went for another quick swim, removing their swimsuits and coming out to dry off. They had just gotten into their clothes when a park ranger drove in and told them they would have to leave. Chris thanked him for his patience, still smiling from the days experience. It was a long ride home, the air had cooled but Holley was still warm from the hot sex and hardly noticed. She did know it was cool and she would have to get some full leathers for rides like this. It was late when he pulled back into her place and she got off. She put their swimsuits and the towels by the laundry then went on in while he put the bike away.
It had been a really exhilarating day. She stood in front of her mirror looking at her bald scalp with the braid hanging down the back. It both excited her, that he had finally wanted to play back, but she was wondering how this look would go at work. She got undressed and took a hot shower. Chris went to his own room and showered. He came out wearing a silky robe that matched the one she was wearing. He took her in his arms and told her, "I love you. Will you marry me?" She said that "yes" she would. And perhaps it would be better done soon than late. She had been changing pills while he was gone and hadn’t started the new ones yet. There was a good chance they had made a baby. Chris didn’t complain, just smiled, kissed her and said, "I hope it’s a girl just like you." "It will be a boy," she said. "Just like his dad. And when he becomes a teenager, we’ll shave his head so he will be just like you." They made gentle love on the couch. He was even gentle with the sex, which made her wild and brought on a sensational climax for them both.
On Monday they went to work together, not that it was a secret; everyone had known for sometime that they were living together. Her haircut did raise some eyebrows and all the guys dropped by to see her really sexy outfit. The boss never said anything at all to either of them, except to congratulate them on getting married. It didn’t affect their work, if anything, it seemed to settle them both down. Only Holley seemed to notice that more guys were getting really short haircuts and were just a little more dressed up coming to work. The wedding was two weeks later, the boss was induced to give the bride away, the buddy that had accepted the bike shipment was Chris’s best man. The company threw the party afterwards. Their honeymoon was a bike trip to Niagra Falls. It should be said that her parents, when they stopped by, were not overjoyed, but accepted the fait acompli with very good grace. Her mother would never get used to the shaved head with the braided tail down her back. His parents just seemed delighted that he had finally gotten married. They were even more happy when it was disclosed that Holley was indeed pregnant. No, she didn’t know what yet, and they might just wait and see. His mom was a little worried that they were riding around on a bike, but there was nothing she could do about that. Holley did tell Chris’s dad that if it was a boy, she would name it Christopher IV.
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