Svetlana's shave [Special]

Svetlana breathed heavily as she sat caped in a salon chair.

"Ready?" Mimoko giggled as she tilted Svetlana's head back and flicked on a pair of hair clippers.

Svetlana attempted to open her mouth, but Mimoko didn't care and made the first pass, sending silver hair tumbling to the floor. Within seconds, the silky silver bob Svetlana called her hair was completely buzzed. Next came the foil shaver to smoothen things out, and claim Svetlana's eyebrows in the process. Then... the shaving cream.

Svetlana's cheeks went red as she watched her head and face get encased in shaving cream, then shaved, then lathered again, and shaved.

"You're really getting into this. And you said bald was such a "controlling hairstyle". Well, it is, cuz I'm in control of you, Sveti," Mimoko snickered as she gave Svetlana's cheek and head a lick before encasing her head, face, and mouth in hot wax. "Pluck, pluck," she taunted as she grabbed the tweezers and began plucking out Svetlana's eyelashes.

Svetlana moaned and teared up, but not because she was embarrassed, rather, she just couldn't help herself. Her moans only increased after the unwaxing and depilatory creaming, and peaked once she was oiled up and had her now hairless head smacked.

"Bad girl, you made so much noise," Mimoko smirked as she fastened a gag ball to Svetlana's mouth.

"Mmph ngh mmph," Svetlana moaned.

"Yes, I love you. Now, you may kiss the bride," Mimoko chuckled as she leaned in and kissed Svetlana on the gag ball.

...

"GAH!"

Svetlana panted heavily as she sat up. "W- Was that all a dream?" she trembled as she ran her hand through her hair. "Good, it was. Hmm?"

Pulling back her hand, Svetlana noticed blood on it. Examining her hand and finding nothing wrong with it, she then noticed blood dropping down onto her t-shirt and quickly touched her face.

"My nose is bleeding... D- Did I get turned on by the thought of Mimoko shaving me? No... No... I'M NEVER GOING BALD, DAMMIT!" Svetlana fumed as she buried her face into her pillow.

The next morning, Svetlana went into the bathroom and lathered her hair with shampoo, before taking a picture of herself. "Not quite the same. Oh, what if I use a bald filter!?"

Upon seeing herself bald, Svetlana's nose began to bleed.

"Something must be wrong with my nose," she grumbled and blushed.