It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

... gather in heaps around my knees. When she was finished, she rubbed my head with her hands. The strange combination of the stubble being moved back and forth and the warmth of her hand on my now almost naked scalp caused me to shudder.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she said with a laugh. Then she lathered up my head with some shaving cream that smelled like menthol and burned slightly on my scalp. She let it sit for several minutes while she kept telling me to straighten my back and keep my head high. Then she got out a pack of new razors and began shaving off the stubble.

After she totally shaved my head, she said brusquely, “Time to let you sit down for a while.”

She told me to fall forward to my hands and knees and then push myself up. As I was pushing myself up, she hit me hard over the ass several times with a wooden yardstick and said, “Just warming you up for later.”

Once I got to my feet, she led me over to a heavy wooden chair with wooden arms and pushed me down in place. She laughed when I yelped as the welts from the yardstick hit the hard wooden seat. Once I settled down, she wrapped long strips of cloth around my arms binding them to the arms of the chair and similar strips around my ankles binding them to the front legs.

She walked slowly around the chair several times and then lathered me up again. The second time the menthol shaving cream smelled less but burned even more. Mistress J sat in front of me slowly sipping a glass of wine and laughing ...

... as I squirmed in the chair into which I was tied. After I begged her again and again to finish shaving me and get the fire off my head, she said, “I’ll finish shaving your head now, if you want, but if I do it now, then when I remove the hair everywhere else I make it permanent.”

I shook my head, but after what seemed like another fifteen minutes or so but was probably only two or three minutes, I screamed out, “OK! OK! Get this fire off my scalp and everywhere else can be permanent.”

Mistress J laughed as she walked up to me with a towel. “No need for further shaving,” she said, still laughing lightly, “this stuff is a depilatory cream, not a shaving cream.”

When I gasped, she smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry. This isn’t the permanent stuff.” She snorted slightly and said, “The permanent stuff doesn’t burn like this.”

After she wiped everything off my head with the towel, she began rubbing some sort of oil into my scalp and the burning immediately stopped. Then she held up a mirror so I could see myself and said, “Do you think that slut zara looks good with a shiny bald head?”

I couldn’t answer. I wanted to scream, “Yes!” but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

Mistress J could read my thoughts, however, and laughed. Then she patted me on the top of my now bald and shiny head and said, “I thought so.”

She unwrapped the cloth strips which bound me to the chair and said, “Time for the rest.”

She guided me to the big arch that separates the dining room ...