The Sex Slave Program Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Sex Slave Program Part 3

I was sitting alone in small dark room. I was still naked. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that this was step one of my training. After a few minutes of pondering what was about to happen, a woman entered the room. She was young, pretty, she had tattoos up and down her arms, a nose ring, a lip, ring, and an eyebrow ring. She had bleached blonde hair with dyed red tips. She had a briefcase with her. I wondered what would be inside. Sex toys? Nipple clamps? Handcuffs? Ball gags? “My name is Sabrina” She said . “I’m Jenna” I replied. She opened the briefcase. “Don’t freak out Jenna. Everybody has to do this.” She reached her hand into the briefcase and pulled out a pair of clippers. She instructed me to hold still, and then she turned them on. I could hear the buzzing coming closer and closer. I knew what was about to happen, but it wasn’t enough to prepare me for the clippers coming to contact with the side of my head, and shaving all the hair from my right temple to the bottom of the back of my head. I was in shock. All I could think about was the cold air on the patch of my head where there was no longer any hair. Sabrina must have noticed that I was shocked and upset, because she immediately turned off the clippers. “You okay?” She asked. I don’t remember how I answered. I don’t even remember if I answered at all. I don’t remember her turning the clippers back on. The next thing I did remember was the feeling of the next cold and hairless section of my ...

... head, and the next, and the next until finally the clippers turned off for the final time. “I’m all finished.” Said Sabrina. “Why don’t you take a look?” She handed me a mirror. I couldn’t believe it. I was completely bald. I felt my face suddenly become hot. Tears were pouring down my face. I felt hideous. I didn’t want to look at my reflection anymore, but I couldn’t bring myself to put the mirror down. Before I knew it, Sabrina took the mirror from my hand. “It’s okay” She said. “Almost everyone cries afterwards. The good news is that after training is over, you’ll get a wig to wear until it grows back.” I nodded. “Now I’m afraid it’s going to have to get a little worse before it gets better.” She pulled something else from the briefcase. It looked like a handgun with a needle at the end. “This is a tattoo gun” Sabrina said. “Everyone is required to get a tattoo. It’s going to be on your head, which is why we had to shave it." I nodded my head, and closed my eyes tight. I felt my chair recline back, and heard Sabrina telling me to try to relax. Relaxing was not an easy thing to do. I had never gotten a tattoo before so I didn’t know how to judge the pain. But if the pain of a head tattoo was similar to the pain of a tattoo anywhere else then I never wanted to get another one in my entire life. The pain, the anxiety, and the buzzing of the tattoo gun pressed against my head made it a pretty unbearable experience. After what seemed like hours, it was finally over. I slowly ...