Bald Loch

I began to tear up as I was marched through a mall in Japan. In just a few minutes, I was to be given the sentence of eternal baldness. That's right, that stupid chief followed through with her threat and sent me to Japan, just so I could get shaved bald at a high-end salon. Eyes naturally drew themselves to me due to my natural beauty and standard drip. Yes, I'm wearing nothing more than my usual black leather jacket, skirt, red latex leggings, tank top, and white Mizuse Niimi brand sneakers. However, that combination of drip must make the populace here take me for a model. I mean yes, it's Mizuse Niimi brand, and she's real famous here, but with all these eyes on me, my shearing's going to truly feel like a public execution.

"Here we are," Nicki smiled as she stopped before a place labeled, Punk maiden salon and SPA.

I wanted to run, but Nicki giddily dragged me inside. If we're being honest, she's the one that should be receiving the eternal vow of bald, not me, but the only one the chief booked for this appointment was me.

"Welcome in. Do you have an appointment?" a completely bald woman with every inch of her skin either painted or tattooed smiled.

"Yes... I do," I trembled.

"British woman with braided blonde hair, rocking leather, latex, and sneakers. Yep, you must be Theodora Eudes, right?"

"Unfortunately."

"Right this way."

I was quickly seated and caped in a pink cape.

"So, what are we doing today?"

Unfortunately, I was ordered to tell her the punishment from my own lips. "I want my head shaved as smoothly bald as possible. Also do me the service of shaving off my eyebrows and plucking out my eyelashes, the full bald experience, as your establishment advertises. Oh, and I'm told you are in possession of an adhesive that will seal my mouth for a temporary amount of time. Gag me if you will with it so I may experience the full moaning bliss of the bald makeover."

I'm going to murder the chief for forcing me to say all that.

"As you wish, miss. I'm Hina by the way. Also fluent in gag-talk, so don't feel shy about moaning during your makeover," the stylist smiled as she whipped a tube of glue out of her pocket.

I rolled my eyes before closing them and submissively tilting my head back, allowing Hina to smear the glue over my lips.

"Mmph... Ngh, ngh..."

I really was gagged, and my face wasn't getting any less redder.

"And now, we begin your shaving," Hina giggled as she flicked on a pair of hair clippers and drove them right up the middle of my hairline.

Within minutes, my prized hair was reduced to nothing more than miniscule stubble. If this was all I was required to undergo, I'd have been fine, but I was booked for bald, and bald I'd be as Hina lathered my head with shaving cream and began shaving with a sharp razor blade.

The feeling: an indescribable mix of fear, sadness, confusion, humiliation, and bliss. My tears continued to ooze yet I wasn't entirely despising this process. The razor against my skin... felt good.

"All done. So, liking where this is going?" Hina smiled as she finished up and pressed her palm down on my now smooth head.

"MMPH! NGH, ngh... mmph," I moaned, the sensation of the skin-to-skin contact seemingly turning me on.

"That's what I like to hear. Now lets make you more badass," Hina giggled as she lathered up my head in shaving cream once more.

This time, she didn't shave immediately, instead grabbing the clippers and shearing off my eyebrows with them. Then they were lathered with shaving cream and shaved smooth proper, leaving me with truly no trace of my beautiful platinum blonde hair.

"Mmph ngh, ngh mmph [Bloody fuck, I'm bald]," I trembled as my tears began to cascade more intensely down my face.

"Shh, you're not even close to peak yet, girlboss," Hina cooed as she licked away my tears before encasing my entire face in shaving cream, leaving nothing by my eyes uncovered by the cream. "Hey, now your head matches with your sneakers."

I let out a serious of muffled whimpers as I looked at my full image in the mirror. The cape shrouded nearly all my attire, save for my sneakers, which were indeed just as white as the shaving cream now encasing my bald and browless head. This was humiliation, but slowly but surely, I was being brainwashed into enjoying this.

Hina slowly tilted my head back, as I closed my eyes and went still, allowing her to smoothen me further. "Mmph... Mmph ngh mmph [More... Shave me more]," I tearfully moaned against my better judgement.

"As you wish. I'll empty out this entire can of shaving cream, just for you."

I think... I'm going to be successfully seduced.

Eventually the empty can of shaving cream fell to the floor with a clang, but y makeover was far from over as evidenced by the fact that my head and face were now being encased in hot green wax.

"Now that your mouth is doubly sealed, time to pluck out those long luscious lashes of yours," Hina giggled as she grabbed a pair of tweezers.

The blissful trance I had been trapped in was suddenly broken, replaced with pure pain and torture. It wasn't just the plucking as once that was all done, I was unwaxed, then rewaxed, and waxed again until the entire bottle of wax was gone. Worse, depilatory cream was next, sizzling away any trace of my hair follicles and chances of ever having hair again. My head was burning, yet before I was granted any form of relief, my head and face were lasered, truly ensuring I'd remain bald forever.

Then finally, SWEET BLISSFUL RELIEF! I was unable to contain my moans as my head and face were encased in a soothing facial cream. There I sat for 15 minutes until it was all peeled off, and I received an equally blissful oil massage.

"And we're done," Hina smiled as she gave my shiny bald head a mighty smack.

The sensation was overwhelmingly arousing and forced me to let out the loudest moan of my life, just as the gag glue wore off. My entire head and face went red after that.