Aftershave

The next day, waking up was way different for me. Of course there was the sensation of being all-bald, but what really proved to be disorienting for me was not having a veil of hair to cover my left eye. For the record, there's nothing wrong with it, but when you've essentially been wearing a natural eyepatch for years on end, it's tough to adapt. And on top of that, I've now got more company than before.

"Ngh... So warm," Sumire mumbled as she latched on to my arm.

"Head cold," Nono mumbled as she groggily rammed her head into mine.

Yes, I'm now living together with Sumire and Nono in my villa. It's not permanent yet, but will be once they sort things out with the dormmaster at their college. My official marriage to Sumire is proceeding as planned though, as is my hiring of Nono as a personal maid, which at its core is just a way for us to skirt the anti-polygamy laws, because hey, it's perfectly legal to be married and have an affair with your maid, especially if both you and your wife do it.

Once we were all showered and dressed, it was time for the most important ritual of the day; the morning shave.

"Now that we're all bald, I guess for our morning shave, we could all shave each other," I shrugged as I began lathering my head and face with shaving cream, blushing and trying to contain my giggles.

I swear, my hair must've been some kind of failsafe, because now that I'm all-bald, I just can't help but get in a sexy mood.

Before I could do anything though, my phone vibrated. "Nono, check the front. I think your new outfit finally came," I smiled.

As Nono trotted away, Sumire lathered up and wrapped her arm around my back. "Shall we?"

"Shall we what?"

"Kiss and shave," Sumire smiled as she locked lips with me, and refused to let up as she pressed her razor against my creamy head.

I was taken by surprise, but quickly got in the groove and readied my razor against Sumire's head before we both began shaving each other, all while keeping are lips locked together.

"The package was there! Do I... open it?" Nono stuttered as she walked in on us kissing and shaving.

"Mmph! Ngh ngh mmph mmph ngh [Yes! Put on the maid dress]!" Sumire cheered.

I envy Sumire's fortitude. Thanks to the mirror, I can see how red my face is, but her? Just a slight blush. I gotta get used to this smooth head, but you know, I don't mind getting embarrassed anymore, telling you, my hair was a failsafe against me turning out like this.

"Pah! That was a worthy ritual for a newlywed couple such as ourselves, but I do wish for you to channel the sadist I fell for. So how about we have our first proper shave in your era of bald, assuming of course you still have it," Sumire smirked as she ended the kiss.

"Former dominatrix becomes slave to the shave, more at 10," Nono snickered.

I won't dispute that... HOWEVER, if anyone thinks that I've gone full masochist now that I'm bald, you've got another thing coming.

"Nono, change into the outfit inside the package. Sumire, chair, now," I ordered as I pointed towards one of the many salon chairs strewn about the room.

Sumire nodded and headed over to it, sitting down and crossing her legs.

"Ah, uncross your legs, please."

Sumire wearily nodded and did just that, causing a maniacal grin to spread on my face as I whipped out a remote control. Sumire gasped in shock as metal clamps sprung from the chair, restraining her wrists and ankles.

"Wha- What's this!?"

"My custom-order salon chair. They said I'd need an additional license if I wanted these bad boys in the shop, so I decided they'd be exclusive to my personal collection. You're now the first... Er, first besides me... to be restrained by them," I proclaimed as my face began turning red again.

"Are you implying you restrained yourself to this chair before you went bald!?"

"Ngh, YES! There's a timer feature, and I wanted to get in a mood!" I fumed as I rummaged through the drawer, looking for duct tape.

"Haha! Then perhaps it was fate I won and liberated you from your hair."

"I'm gonna make you go red and cry!" I tearfully glared as I readied a piece of duct tape for her mouth.

"Ah, before you gag me, a question. What are your plans regarding your shop?"

I paused and slowly began to frown. From what I heard from the health department, I would be able to open my place back up again, however, they also told me that Beckett had passed their extensive screening test and was cleared to be returned to society along with his dog.

That means back to the grind, but now I'm bald... Bald and more masochistic. Could I handle the unsavory regulars in such a state? Hurricane Beckett? ...

"You know what, I think the closure is a perfect chance to try leasing the place to someone so I can still get an income without doing shit."

"Don't you like styling hair?" Nono asked.

"Hmm, not anymore. I prefer shaving heads now."

"Then why retire?"

"Because I've already got enough girls to shave bald; you, me, and Nono."

"You called?" Nono asked as she appeared wearing a maid dress.

I gasped and clapped my hands together. "It looks amazing on you! Oh, I knew I was right to just get the dress instead of all the other stuff that came with it."

"Wait, so you're fine with me wearing this with my sneakers?"

"That's the whole point. Hot women wear sneakers and shave their heads all-bald, and we're all hot women who wear sneakers and shave all-bald in this house."

Awkward silence ensured.

"You uh, really have a thing for girls in sneakers, huh," Nono nervously chuckled.

"Why wouldn't she? Her statement is royal decree by my authority," Sumire laughed as she attempted to cross her legs, but found her ankle restraints to tough to break through. "Ngh, must my legs be restrained? I wish to cross them for more regal projection."

"Sorry, but you questioned whether the woman you married still has it in her to go full sadist when she shaves you. Rule 1 of marriage: Never piss off your wife," I angrily smiled as I slapped some duct tape over Sumire's mouth.

Sweat began to run down Sumire's head as I turned my attention to Nono. "I got two chairs here, so get in the open one."

"Yes ma'am!" Nono saluted as she got in the chair in seconds.

"I thought you hated yielding to authority," I frowned as I activated the restraints on the chair.

"I hate flip-flop orders. Humiliating myself for the world to see is my life."

"Then I'm happy to inform you that this setup has cameras from every angle, which activate once they detect someone in the chair."

"Whoa... You sure got a setup... And you said you subjected yourself to this- Mmph!?"

"Th- That's enough speculating. Time for your shave," I stammered as I gagged Nono with duct tape.

Yet as I lathered the two completely in shaving cream, I couldn't quite muster the same attitude I had back when I had hair. Was it the lack of a veil for my left eye? Maybe? The fact that I'm more tingly now that my head is bare before the elements? Mmm, probably that. No. Looking down at the two, I want to join them, but I can't... or can I?

Slapping a piece of duct tape over my own mouth, I began encasing my head, face, and exposed legs in shaving cream before giggling and staring Sumire and Nono down. "Mmph, ngh ngh mmph ngh mmph ngh mmph mmph mmph ngh ngh mmph mmph. Ngh, ngh mmph mmph mmph ngh ngh ngh mmph mmph mmph mmph mmph. Ngh ngh, mmph ngh ngh ngh mmph mmph mmph [Sorry, just can't help but want to embrace my sexy while I dominate you. Oh, I guess this means I'll be the master of my own shave. So sorry, you won't be dominating me today]."

Sumire and Nono blinked before bursting into muffled laughter. Yes, this is the kind of play time I truly longed for. I'm glad Sumire won the bet. Now, I can be bald with her, and Nono, forever.