I hate my life

As soon as the insanity wore off, depressed bewilderment replaced it as there I sat being shaved bald by Bella.

"And I destroyed every damn hair removal product in the salon," I tearfully chuckled as my head and eyebrows ere lathered with shaving cream.

"But I always carry a set of hair removal products in my purse so that if I wanna do some bald BDSM play with a cute girl, I can do it."

"And what exactly is included?"

"Clippers, razor, shaving cream, wax, depilatory cream, oh, and a mini laser and some oil."

"Lovely, the full set."

And a few minutes later; bald. No hair, no eyebrows, and no eyelashes thanks to Bella "accidentally" smearing some wax and depilatory cream over my eyes. Bitch did it on purpose.

Next up, a gag ball was shoved in my mouth. The reasoning given was so that I couldn't suck blood, but the sealing bandages would cover my mouth anyway. Bitches just wanted to humiliate me. Humiliate me...

If in my place was a twink, and I was in Bella's place, this would be amazing. In fact, it reminds me of what happened with Marsielle. I tied him up and gagged him with duct tape, whispering degrading things in his ears. He got turned on and got a boner and then... Horny took over and before I knew it, I sucked every ounce of blood out of him.

Hahahaha! So that's it. That's why I ended up mummified thrice. I turned a hot twink into a shriveled up mummy... But wait, he still had hair, so why the hell did I end up bald!? Bella. That's why. I never should have aired my grievances to her. That bitch is more sadistic than she lets on.

...

As we finished mummifying sis, I turned to Gyzzie and smirked. She was just an ordinary human, but a resilient one nonetheless.

"You sure put up with a lot of bondage today."

"Indeed, perhaps the most bondage in a single day."

"Want to continue? I asked as I flipped on the hair clippers.

"I have a far more prestigious reputation, you know."

"Don't wanna NTR sis?"

"No, I value my virginity, thank you very much."

A shame. Guess sis gets some mercy... until she's thrown in prison that is.

...

I quickly found myself thrown into a cell. I was still mummified, but now I could see and at least bounce around.

There was someone else in the cell with me, but I couldn't see who it was. Please be a twink... PLEASE BE A TWINK! I WANNA SUCK TWINK BLOOD!

As the figure turned and stepped into what dim lighting there was in this cell, my heart petrified in cringe. It was Vivi.

"You sure did a number on my beautiful hair. A shame since now my skin is truly porcelain smooth and I can move again. I heard you're also bald under those bandages. A shame, I would have loved to shear you myself. Seems you're also gagged, so no conversations can be had. Though at the very least, I can sit on you and humiliate you as best I can. Now let's enjoy our time together."

And that's how I became a glorified BDSM bean bag for eternity, or what felt like it.  It would have been fine if I was in Vivi's position, and a twink was in mine, but no. Hmm... perhaps this is the lesson; what you seek to do to twinks could be done to you as well... Though I never mummified a twink and sat on him! 

Ugh, I hate my life.

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