I shaved a cute girl completely bald

San Diego, California. Here lies a place known as The Velvet Whip Salon and Spa. How do I know that? I own and run it. Name's Mysti. Mystique Volé. Fresh out of college, I've started up my own joint, and is business ever booming. They say I'm the next Bread Monado with how skilled I am. Only problem is that majority of my clientele... is men.

Look, I get it, I'm a hot girl. The goth makeup plus the purple hair n' green highlights combo is great at snagging gazes, but I'm not into guys. Hate em, actually. And worse, whenever one comes in, I treat them with disgust n' contempt, which they perceive as roleplay. Yes, I'll admit I considered becoming a dominatrix, fact's even reflected in the shop name, but I want to get sadistic with women! W-O-M-E-N, WOMEN!

Sure, some come by, but whenever I try to turn on the sadist, they tell me to stop, not in a roleplay way, a genuine "stop" kind of way. And thanks to my reputation, I'm perceived as a pervert. Ugh, I wanna have some fun with a girl, but in a way that doesn't get me a lawsuit.

Given some downtime in the waning hours of the day, I decided to turn to the realm of streaming and began watching a girl named, Twintailed Tyrant. Certainly looked the part with that smug face and pink twintails. Lest I forget the skimpy purple bra top that struggled to contain her fine melon patch. D-cups, bare minimum, I'd estimate.

"Rejoice my subjects! For today's stream, your queen has decided to partake in the act of charity to save the well-being of precious puppies. As such, I'll be anteing up my pride. Yes, should we raise a staggering $10,000 within the next 3 hours, I shall shear off my prized twintails. Your queen without her pride, her signature identity. Surely a sight you'd want to sneer upon! So contribute to the charity. I'd better be seeing those puppies nice and cozy or it'll be your heads upon the block!" 

Yup, completely absorbed in the role, or maybe that's her on normal. Harder n' harder to tell these days what's lit and what's fake. But a charity stream, with her twintails on the line? Hmm... I wanna mess with her a bit.

"Hoh? You are contributing well. We've surpassed $100 already, well on the way to $1,000, and I haven't even begun the festivities proper. Oh? A $100 contribution solely from VelvetWhip with the message, 'How much to raise for you to shave your head?'. Haha! I should have known someone would ask, and being the magnanimous queen I am, $50,000 and not only shall my prized twintails be sheared, my remaining mane shall be buzzed to a fine stubble. I'll even maintain it for a month's cycle!"

Not what I was hoping for, but getting close.

"Another $100 from VelvetWhip. You have the gratitude of an empire for your magnanimity. 'How about completely bald? Like, smooth and shiny bald?' Ahahaha! Smooth as in divinely smooth as my arms and legs?" Twintailed Tyrant laughed as she leaned back and curled her legs and feet up on the chair, so as to give everyone a grand view of both her divinely smooth legs and sexy feet. "A smooth head to match? Very well, $100,000."

Getting there, but I wanna see her squirm. Luckily someone else decided to egg her on to the next phase.

"'Eyebrows'? My, you want your meat, don't you. But I do have reasonable limits, yet also magnanimity. $500,000. If we raise that much for the puppies in 3 hours, I'll have my head and brows shaved with the finest razor and cream in the land!" Twintailed Tyrant proudly huffed.

Now we're talking. Smooth must be her limit, otherwise she wouldn't have jacked up the goalpost so much. But now, she's in my clutches.

"'How about you get a complete hair follicle destruction bald makeover live on stream if we raise $1,000,0000'? And $1,000 no less from VelvetWhip this time. Thou must fantasize about me going bald. Or, perhaps you are testing me. Very well. $1,000,000 in 3 hours, and your queen shall become the baldest ever in the world."

GOT HER!

Twintailed Tyrant's eyes bulged as I began dumping in multiple superchats of the max $100,000. "Heh? Wait, hold on!? That's- My dear subject, charity is a noble cause, but you must consider your own financial..."

Ah, right. I forgot to mention, but I'm rich. Mom's a supermodel, Dad's a senator, and I'm already contracted to style the hair of many top-list actors. My monthly income ranges in the billions on average. A million's pennies for a girl like me.

Oh the sweet look on Twintailed Tyrant's face. Jaw dropped, eyes bulged, and I'll get to see her go completely bald eventually too. Seems I've found some enjoyment for the next few days. $1,000,000 well spent.

"Aha... Ahaha. My, to think a philanthropist would be watching. Very well! Bald I shall be!" Twintailed Tyrant huffed, struggling to keep up her haughty persona.

She then leaned off camera as if she was grabbing something, yet returned empty-handed a second later.

"Now my subjects, with the goal reached before I've even truly begun the festivities, I have a proposal for thee. Seeing as there's an establishment nearby that could grant me a bald new look, I figure the stream tonight should be dedicated towards said makeover. Do not fret, I'll stream all I intended tonight tomorrow, and stream longer than usual to accommodate the regularly scheduled festivities. Any objections?"

Majority of chat, myself included, had no objections.

"Then per the majority, I'll be off to the salon once I've laced my sneakers," Twintailed Tyrant nervously smiled as she reached down and grabbed a pair of white sneakers, sliding her bare feet into them in full view of the camera. "Now, since the salon is just yonder, I'll transfer the stream to my phone now so as not to lose anyone. Once that's done, I'll be muted and you won't be able to see until I'm settled in at the salon. Don't anyone dare think I'm trying to run! I'm a woman of my word."

And a few seconds later, the BRB logo was on and Twintailed Tyrant was presumably en route to a salon. Lucky bastards, whoever they are. How I'd love to shave a girl like her, bald.

With the skies beginning to darken, I gazed out the glass windows an doors of my place, I was greeted with the photogenic sight of the university across the way and the moon beginning to rise over its clocktower. Students could be seen coming and going from the main gates. One in particular stood out to me due to her long pink twintails. To my greater surprise, said girl appeared to be walking straight across to my place. A purple bra top, short shorts, and white sneakers completed her look, and further caused my mind to stir. That attire plus the twintails... No, surely- ...!?

As the girl got closer and closer, I recognized her face. Twintailed Tyrant!

My heart thumped as I quickly got myself in position by the time she reached the door and opened it. "Welcome to Velvet Whip! How may we be of service, ma'am?"

"Tell me, beautician, doust thou shave the heads of women here with fine razor and cream?" Twintailed Tyrant scoffed as she gave one of her twintails a haughty flip.

"Never before, but we most certainly can. Ma'am, are you meaning to imply-"

"Yes, per my commitment to charity, I am to have all hair shaved from atop my head. Ah, but I do request you at least do things in stages."

"How so?" I asked, playing dumb to the fact that I had been watching her stream this whole time.

"Ah, allow me to enlighten you. I am Twintailed Tyrant, Queen Sumire the first of Tyrantia! Despite my ironfisted rule, I've decreed that in an act of magnanimity, I'd shear my prized twintails, the core of my image, in the good name of raising money to help puppies at shelters across the world. Quickly, my subjects decided to up the ante and the fundraiser goals. $10,000, and my twintails would be shorn, $50,000 and my mane would receive a fine buzz, $100,000 and my head was to be shaved smooth with the finest razor and cream, $500,000 and I must be rid of my eyebrows as well, and for $1,000,000, 'a complete hair follicle destruction bald makeover' which I am to assume means as bald a makeover one can possibly receive. In no less than 10 minutes from the start of my stream, over $1,000,000 was raised, thanks solely to one under the banner of "VelvetWhip". Pray tell, might there be a connection between said subject and this establishment?"

I smiled and bobbed my head in confusion, hoping it would work.

"I see, just a serf under the lord of this establishment. Very well. Where may I sit? I wish not to delay my subjects the earned privilege of their proud queen being shorn."

Before ushering her to her seat, I made sure to sneakily mute my phone and exit out of YouTwitch. Once seated, Sumire began fiddling with her phone, presumably to set up the stream again, while I held off on caping her until I got the clear.

"Ah... your name?" Sumire scowled as she turned towards me.

"Mysti."

"Mysti, your queen has a request. Pull up your phone and check YouTwitch to make sure I can be seen and heard. I do not want this moment to go unseen or unheard."

As I did that, Sumire sat her phone down on the counter. "Well my subjects, I have returned. Ah, you'd better be able to hear and see me fully, yes?"

No technical issues reared their ugly head as chat and I could confirm all was good.

"Excellent. Now, you can see my full leg and sneaker when I cross, yes?" Sumire asked as she crossed her right leg over her left leg, then her left leg over her right leg.

Once more, all was good.

"Then you, Mysti, servant of this establishment. You may have the honors of giving me a bald makeover fit for the queen I am."

I was struggling to contain my smile and chuckle as I draped a violet cape over Sumire. She then gave the recap spiel about the fundraiser as I readied all my tools. Scissors, clippers, foil shaver, shaving cream, wax, depilatory cream, tweezers, and sweet, sweet, razor blades. Oh I'm gonna be eating good tonight.

Once Sumire's spiel was over, she smiled and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. "You may begin the shearing."

"As you wish, ma'am," I smiled as I held up Sumire's left twintail.

Slowly I snipped it off with the scissors, setting it down on the counter before moving on to the next one. When that one was cut off, Sumire was left with short pink hair, still somewhat long in its own right, but not for long.

"Ah, your queen has lost her namesake, but not her spirit!" Sumire proudly laughed as she gave her shortened hair a haughty flick.

Oh how long will she last? My estimate is smooth, then she cracks. And when she cracks, I destroy her.

Putting a No 2 guard on the clippers before flicking them on, I tilted Sumire's head back and sheared her short pink mane to a buzzcut. As I expected, her smug smile remained during and after the phase was complete.

"Ahahaha! What a sensational feeling! Such a shame I must be further shorn, for I'd look great bashing in the skulls of heretics with a cut like this," Sumire proudly smirked.

Not gonna lie, she's totally right. I can totally see her droppin' bars down a dark alley while kicking ass and rockin' the pink buzz, but I wanna make her cry and see that I'm the alpha, and she, the omega.

"Alright, time to get down to business. Next stop, smooth," I chuckled as my innate sadism slowly crept it's way to my smile.

Popping off the guard, I flicked on the clippers once more, and sheared Sumire's pink buzz to the faintest of pink stubble. Next I grabbed the foil shaver and mowed it all over her head, clearing away all the stubble.

"My head is smooth already? But thou hasn't used an ounce of shaving cream, or a fine razor!" Sumire gasped.

"Oh, this is just the prep work. Don't worry, you're far from done," I grinned, injecting some malice into my tone.

The haughty queen's smile only briefly contorted before the damage was repaired instantaneously. "Ah, then make sure you procure only the finest cream and razor for a queen such as me."

Strong, very strong, but the cream is where everyone begins to melt.

After heating up some shaving cream and a towel, I walked back over to Sumire and began lathering up her head. Once more, I saw a slight waver in her smile, yet as I noted to myself before, this was within the realms of how short she was willing to go without issue.

Clamping the hot towel down on her head, brought out a blissful moan from her lips, and a malicious grin from my own. "It feels good, doesn't it?" I chuckled.

"My, the bliss of the sensation upon my scalp was unexpected. Seems the ears of my subjects has been graced with a fine moan from my lips. But it shan't happen a second time, no, no," Sumire proudly huffed, despite the fact that her cheeks had begun to turn a slight shade of red.

Now it's time to unleash the dominatrix.

Removing the towel from Sumire's head, I slowly tilted her head back and flashed the razor blade before her. "Now remain still. I want smooth skin, not scared skin."

Her smile slightly contracted, but didn't vanish as I grasped her face in one hand, and slowly shaved her smooth with the other. I feel both our minds went to autopilot for this one, as when I'm shaving with a sharp razor, sadism takes a back seat to safety. Last thing I want is to accidentally scrape off some skin and make a bloody mess. Civil sadists like me don't gain any pleasure from people bleeding in pain from a mistake we ourself caused.

The tense atmosphere slowly dissipated as the shaving came to a close.

"Ahahaha! My, what a shining, glorious head I have! But did you expect anything else!?" Sumire haughtily laughed as she made a hair flicking motion with her hand.

She's really taking it well, but I've also been holding back. Now that she's smooth, time to go full sadist.

"Oh, exalted majesty, we're still far from done," I snickered as I heated up some more shaving cream.

"Ah, yes... I am prepared. Do away with my eyebrows, even though they look quite fine in combination with my shining scalp."

I nodded and began smearing the the new batch of shaving cream all over Sumire's head, causing her eyes to bulge, her lips to pucker, and her cheeks to go red.

"Wha- What are you doing!?"

"Prepping you up for phase two of the complete bald makeover your booked for," I malevolently grinned as I held Sumire's head in place before mercilessly mowing off her eyebrows with the foil shaver and lathering them with shaving cream.

Upon seeing her creamy state in the mirror, the haughty queen finally began to submit to embarrassment as her smile vanished and her cheeks went flush red.

"Oh? Too embarrassing for you? Too bad!" I cackled as I titled her head back and held the razor over her head once more.

Sumire quickly shut her eyes and began to tremble as I held her head tight and shaved her eyebrows smooth. Once I was done, I granted her a few moments to gaze at herself in the mirror to observe her reaction. I could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes, and her frown struggling aimlessly to revert to a smile. Now to go for the finisher.

"Wha- What are you doing!?" Sumire cried as I began smearing shaving cream all over her face and forehead.

"It's part of the royal shave, sweetie. Oh? But are you even a "Twintailed Tyrant" anymore? You look more like a smooth serf now," I scoffed as I smeared some cream over Sumire's mouth.

"Mmph!? D- Don- Mmmph!?"

"Shh, shut up smoothy. You may have come a queen, but now I'M the queen, and you, my subject," I grinned as I gazed down at the now-terrified Sumire.

Slowly, I held the sharp blade to her face and carefully shaved her, eventually ridding her of her creamy do.

"Aha... Ahahaha! Y- You think you can enslave me!? I'm the twintailed tyrant of Tyrantia. Ahahaha! NEVER SHALL I BE BROKEN! You may have bewitched me, but now that all's over, I have to say, my radiance illuminates the world far more than it did before my fine brows were shorn," Sumire huffed as her haughty smile returned along with her signature hair flipping motion with her hand.

"Oh really? You think this is over, Smooth Serf? Far from it!" I madly cackled as I clamped my hand down on Sumire's head, bringing her back to the realm of embarrassment in an instant.

"I- I'm just not used to the sensation of a bald head... Perfectly normal, even for a queen," Sumire trembled as she forced a smile.

"Hmm? Since when does a queen cry over a little bald makeover? That's the kind of thing a pathetic plebeian would do," I scoffed as I readied the tweezers and tilted Sumire's head back.

"What-"

"Hold still, no talking or moving."

Sumire frowned and shut her eyes, allowing me to get to work on plucking out every last one of her eyelashes. I'll admit, this is a bit extreme for some, but she made the promise to submit to a complete hair follicle destruction bald makeover, and I ain't letting her half-ass it now when we're so deep in it!

Heating up another batch of shaving cream, I mercilessly encased Sumire's entire head and face in it, leaving her head looking like a snowball with eyes. Unlike the last two rounds, my weapon of choice this go around was a safety razor.

"Now that you're all smooth, time to get you accustomed to your new beauty regiment. After all, you will be keeping this look for a month, assuming your hair's even able to grow back after this!" I cackled as I pressed the razor gently against Sumire's cheek.

A meek muffled grunt was all I got in response as I began scraping away all the cream with the razor. With how smooth she was now, I was done in no time flat.

"N- Now is it over?" Sumire trembled.

"Far from it!" I laughed as I unscrewed the cap on the wax and began dumping it all over Sumire's head.

"EEK! What is this stuff!?"

"Wax. Can't destroy the hair follicles without a little help from it."

"W- WAX!?"

"Yup. W-a-x, wax! You're the first women as far as I know to have ever had her head waxed live on stream, so revel in the glory," I snickered as I smeared the wax over Sumire's face and mouth.

"Ngh mmph!?"

"Don't worry, this'll be quick, probably not painless. Now close those eyes for me."

Completely trapped, all Sumire could do was obey. Once her eyes were covered in the wax, I waited a minute before ripping everything off. Sumire jolted in pain, unleashing muffled grunts all the while, yet remained seated and cross-legged.

"I'll grant you rare praise for that. All the men I wax nearly run out of the building, yet you maintained your posture," I clapped as I put on some gloves and began encasing Sumire's head and face in depilatory cream.

To my surprise, a scowl had found its way to Sumire's face, and it appeared directed at me.

"Oi, no glaring at your master like that."

"You will never be my- OUCH!"

"Ah, the depilatory cream burns, but don't worry, it doesn't leave a mark, or any trace of hair follicles for that matter."

Tears began to ooze out of Sumire's eyes, yet her glare didn't waver. Well, nothing wrong with a little animosity.

After a couple minutes, I scraped off all the depilatory cream, and gave Sumire's skin some relief by encasing her head and face in beauty cream. I let her sit like that for 15 minutes before peeling off the hardened cream, and subjecting her head and face to an oil massage.

"And all done. How you feeling?" I smirked as I gave Sumire's head a mighty slap.

Her cheeks went red as tomatoes, tears began to pour out of her eyes, and despite gritting her teeth as hard as she could to contain it, she couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips.

"My, how un-queenly, but then again, you're a smooth serf now," I snickered as I uncapped Sumire and plopped her twintails upon her lap. "Oh, and since this was done in the good name of charity, no charge, it's on the house."

Slowly, Sumire began to laugh. "Ahaha... My, wh- What a new do... Y- Your queen has fulfilled her promise... Now, I think that will be all for today. Dis- You are all dismissed."

After ending the stream, Sumire got up and left without saying another word.

Well that sure felt satisfying, but it'll be back to the grind tomorrow.

...

The next day, however, Sumire returned, clad in the same attire she'd worn the day before.

"Hoh? Are you back for more?" I grinned malevolently.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I wish to conquer your shave."

"My, how rebellious. I doubt-"

"Yesterday, you humiliated me. It was in the good name of charity, as you so graciously contributed over $1,000,000 towards helping the puppies. For that, I am truly grateful. HOWEVER! I can't stand to be reduced to a level of serfdom as you put it, for I AM a queen! Therefore, I'll conquer your trial of shaves. And when I do..."

Sumire's scowl morphed to a haughty grin as she sat down in a chair and kicked her sneaker out towards me, stopping it before my face. "And when I conquer you, I'll wed you in marriage, Velvet scum," she declared as her cheeks began to blush.

"H- HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?"