Hairy Dreams

I hadn't had any for a while since I spent quite a while with no hair, but I've started dreaming about having my head shaved again.

The dreams involve me trying to find a way to cut off my hair or shave my head, but I lose the scissors or the clippers get dull, or my hair grows back faster than I can get rid of it. During these dreams I never succeed before I wake up.

Last night I had the first one I'd had in quite a while. I wasn't supposed to cut my hair because my boyfriend wanted it long (sound familiar?), so I spent the entire time trying to think of a way I could shave it all off without upsetting him. The final solution was to just shave some of it off, and I ended up with a very high undercut shaved to the skin. Dream me was convinced that nobody would be able to tell as long as my hair wasn't in a ponytail, but LucidDream me knew that there was so little hair on the top of my head (it was shaved up past my eyebrows) that it would fool nobody.

I woke up grinding against the bed and wishing my head didn't hurt so much so I could concentrate on fucking myself. Wishing my headache would go away was about as useless as wishing Ricardo would give in to my begging for a smooth scalp during sex.

Hair Apparent

It has been too long since I posted anything here. When I'm not shaving my head, I don't have as much to say about it.

I've been letting my hair grow for about 3 months now. I really like it. That doesn't keep me from trying to bargain with Ricardo, however. A few weeks ago I tried to get him to keep me bald for a year in exchange for weekly blow jobs. He was very tempted, but he passed on my offer. And even though I do like the way my hair looks I think often about him taking me to the female barber who has been cutting my hair and paying her to shave it all off no matter what I ask her to do to it. She knows I was bald for quite a while before this, so I think she might be convinced that I will not freak out if she shaves my head. The best part about it is that I wouldn't have any idea what was happening until after it was all buzzed off since she generally turns me away from the mirror until she's done.

I will be needing a haircut pretty soon, so my next post might be titled, 'Bald At Last, Bald At Last! Thank God Almighty, I'm Bald At Last.'

Hair: It Takes Too Long to Grow

My hair is in the achingly lengthy stage of growth where I need a haircut every couple of weeks to keep from looking sloppy. It's also at the point where I can't just have Ricardo give me a one-length-all-over buzz with the clippers. If I don't have the sides and back cut shorter and blended with the top I just look fuzzy. Not a look I'm fond of.

Ricardo's biggest gripe with this is that I'm not going to make much progress if I keep getting it cut. If I don't keep it looking tidy, however, I'm going to get annoyed with it and do something drastic. As drastic as it gets when your hair is half an inch long, anyway. I never did like growing my hair out, but I never like looking the same all the time and there's only so much hair I can cut off before I have to start over again.

Hair to There

I've gone almost a month now without shaving. The boyfriend (who I will refer to as Ricardo from this point on, just so I don't have to keep calling him 'the boyfriend') and I went out of town for a few days, and he told me when we got home that he had planned on shaving my head while we were away. Why, you ask, did I not come home with a gleaming, smooth, naked scalp? He forgot the clippers and my hair is too long to shave without trimming it down first. C'est la vie.

Not only have I not shaved for several weeks, but I also haven't trimmed my hair at all. One of the things I like about a clipper cut is how precise my hair looks. Right now it's far from precise. I've been telling Ricardo (heh) that I need a haircut for about a week and a half, and I think it might take an ultimatum to get him moving: If he doesn't cut my hair in the next two days, I'm going to do it myself and he will not like the results.

A part of me hopes he doesn't step up on that one...

Bald No More

With the start of the new season, my agreement with the boyfriend has reached its end. Most people would likely still describe me as bald or having a shaved head, and at the very beginning of my adventure I would have described myself as having no hair, but having been truly completely bald I don't feel the same way now. Clippers with no guard would be able to shear off some length, so I am officially not bald anymore. It makes me a little sad and wistful, but at the same time I'm glad to not have the time-consuming daily task of shaving anymore, and the growth of new hair means there will be more to cut off in the future.

I had noticed over the last month or so that the routine of shaving had lost some of its appeal because it had become so routine. After just a few days of being denied the privelige I was begging for boyfriend to take me in the bathroom yesterday and shave my head; I plead with him to tell me what I could do to get him to make me bald again.

The prospect of letting my hair grow for the sole purpose of having hair to shave off is great, but I don't want to have to wait for it to grow! It's interesting how so much in life takes so long to be completeled but can be undone with so little effort in such a short amount of time.

Hair Today, Bald Tomorrow

Once again I've been lazy about shaving. I misjudged how much hair I had tonight and can only imagine what I must have looked like after the first pass, when I had shaved down most of it but not closely and not even near evenly. I think I came out of it with a pretty sexy-looking noggin. The boyfriend told me that it looks like I'm already getting some ingrowns, though. I can't feel the bumps he says are there.

Boyfriend and I were driving somewhere yesterday and we had the car windows down. Stopped at a light I heard some music coming from the car next to us. It was one of those legendary songs from almost 50 years ago that everyone knows, but that not many people listen to anymore (think Sonny and Cher, the Village People, etc.). I looked up when I realized what song it was and saw a pretty girl smiling at me. She was leaning forward in the passenger seat so she could see past the woman who was driving.

'I like your haircut,' the driver said. 'I was just talking to my daughter about how great you look. You're very pretty.'

I thanked her, and we chatted for the rest of the light cycle. She would have looked great with a buzz cut and I told her that. The daughter could have rocked it pretty hard too, but I didn't get that in before the light changed.

Bald? What's That?

I'm getting really lazy about shaving my head. Maybe it's because my libido has been on the back burner for a while. Maybe I'm getting bored. I don't know.

Shaving my head does seem to have the most effect on me when it's something I'm not doing all the time or haven't done recently. Until a few weeks ago I shaved my head every day for two months; maybe it's time to take a break so it stops feeling routine.

Boyfriend and I were in an amorous mood last night. After he'd cuffed me and forced his hand between my thighs he wanted to ask me a question. I was pretty wanton by this point. When he growled 'how come you have so much hair?' I didn't have an answer. This has to have been one of the only times in our relationship that I didn't have anything to say while he was fucking me; even if I'd had an answer, I don't think I could have made any sounds last night that weren't gutteral and animalistic.

Bald? Maybe Later.

I've been in a bit of a funk lately, as far as my hair goes. My wounds from last week have healed completely, but my hair remains, about 1/8" long. I have been a bit stressed lately and can't be bothered with shaving my head when a shorter shower means more sleep. This should concern me a bit, since the summer is drawing to a close and my allottment of bald-time is almost over; I should be shaving my head every day for as long as I can get away with it.**

I was posting on the LTAH boards the other day and the topic was 'brows or browless'. There are some women who can totally rock this look (there were some photos posted on the thread, and the first girl was absolutely adorable). I am not one of those women who look great with no eyebrows.

The first time I shaved my head I also shaved my eyebrows. I did it partly because the idea of being completely hairless was pretty hot, but also a little out of spite, since the guy I was dating was really not a fan of bald women and he refused to even entertain the idea that I might actually look pretty good. I knew that if I shaved my eyebrows I would be more of a 'freak' to him. Our relationship was already on the rocks and I had tried to dump him a few weeks before but he wanted a second chance. I agreed to give him a month to change the things that needed to change. We were nearing the end of the probationary period and hadn't done anything he said he would do.

Anyway, after I shaved my eyebrows I still drew them on every day. This was a colossal pain in the ass, but I was afraid that maybe people would figure me out. When they finally started to grow back they were pretty wonky. I was waxing them one day to try to coax them into a better shape and accidentally ripped out half of the left one. I cursed for a moment and then decided to wax them off completely since I was beyond the point of damage control; I was still having to fill them in every day anyhow.

After the second removal I was no more fond of the way it looked and I was tired of having to pencil in my eyebrows. I had an epiphany: if they make wigs and false eyelashes, why not false eyebrows? Sure enough, a google search turned up a cancer website that sold this particular type of falsies. I ordered a couple different kinds and was pretty stoked when they were delivered.

After trimming them to the desired shape, I experimented with the two different types of adhesive to see how hard it would be to put these things on. One of the adhesives was the color and texture of school glue, and the other was spirit gum. I couldn't get it right with the latter, so I went with the former.

This was mid- to late-summer, and the heat and humidity combined with the body heat I generated at work caused the glue to re-liquify and it started to bead around the edges. Whenever I would wipe it away it would just dry to a film beneath my brow bone. I was worried all the adhesive that had oozed out would cause the prosthetics to not stick anymore. Needless to say, I only wore them again once or twice.

Strangely enough, after waxing my eyebrows they grew in a lot better. It did take more than a year to grow back as thick as they were and I still don't get much growth at the outer corners. Ce'st la vie.

**After I started this post I did end up taking a shower and shaving my head. I would have to say that my hair was closer to 1/4" when I took the trmmers to it to remove the bulk.

Bald and... Something

So, I cut myself pretty badly a few days ago. Maybe I'm losing my mojo?

Being Bald Gets Rough

I cut myself shaving a couple of days ago and I hadn't shaved so my scalp had some time to heal. I was in the shower today and thought boyfriend had changed the HeadBlade, so I knicked myself on the third or fourth swipe.

I could feel the blade catch where it should have been able to glide easily, and immediately stopped. I slashed myself pretty badly the last time I cut myself with the HeadBlade because I didn't stop and switch out the cartridges. Today the cartridges weren't in the shower where I had left them. I didn't want to dry off to get them, or track water across the floor trying to find them, so I switched over to the razor I use to shave everything else.

I had forgotten how tedious it is to shave with a regular disposable razor, and also how difficult it is to get a truly smooth shave; of course, I didn't go over it a second time like I usually do since I was only continuing the shave so as to not look half done, but I still would have liked a smoother shave.

For a couple of hours it was crazy smooth if I rubbed my head in the direction of the hair growth, but it wasn't long before it didn't feel so smooth anymore no matter which way I rubbed it. Getting in to bed tonight, I snuggled behind boyfriend to suck out some of his warmth and when I kissed the back of his neck I could tell that he had shaved in the shower. Further groping led to groping even more because I think this is the smoothest shave I've ever felt on him. I am a bit envious and looking forward to shaving tomorrow to see if I can't get my bald head as soft and smooth as his.

Cross your fingers for me.

Bald and Liberated

As I've said before, the sexual appeal of shaving my head is greatly increased when combined with domination and humiliation. It's good for me when boyfriend and I are role playing and he threatens to shave my head and drop me on the corner with nothing, wondering who will ever take in such a dirty bald slut. Or when he ties me up and punishes me for shaving my head against his wishes, or for having too much hair at the end of the day when he has explicitly demanded that I be bald and smooth all the time*.

Since I first started shaving my head I have discovered the tiny feminist in me. I realized that I look great with no hair and that it's okay for me to look great with no hair. It has made me challenge people's ideas of 'what a woman should look like'. Small children ask their mothers if I am a boy or a girl, knowing that I am a girl (or why would they ask?) but confused by my lack of a feature that they have always used to determine gender. I'm sure guys with ponytails get the same thing.

Yesterday I was at the grocery store and I saw a family with two young kids, the boy sporting a mohawk. Mid-sentence he stopped and stared at me while I was walking by, and said, "Wow! She doesn't have any hair!" It was not spoken in the same 'you're different and that means that you are weird' tone that I usually get when kids comment on my haircut. I waved at him and kept moving down the aisle, and as I was walking away I heard his sister say, "She is a girl. She just has a different haircut." Smart kids. At work a couple of days ago another young kid said that I was 'girlish-boyish'. I think that was the first time that I was not annoyed by a child's comments about my shaved head.

I hope that seeing a woman with a shaved head has changed the children's ideas of what a person with certain junk should look like, and I hope that it has done the same for the adults I come in contact with. That said, I have to wonder how far back I'm sending feminism when I want my boyfriend to berate me and punish me for being bald.

*He actually likes my 8-hour grit, saying that it gives me some texture and the velcro effect gives him something to grab onto.

Bald Means Business

This is the new business card! I will be receiving them in the next week or so, and I'm kind of excited. The back says, 'I know you want to.'

Bald Perfection

The biggest drawback of my haircut of choice is the maintenance. Women at work comment how much easier it must be, and how much time I must save. They don't realize that I go from crystal ball to sand paper in about 12 hours, and that it takes 20 minutes in the shower with the HeadBlade for my scalp to be as smooth as I want it to be.

They might argue that I save time on washing and drying, but my hair was so low-maintenance it's not even funny. It rarely ever actually needed to be brushed, even right out of the shower; I would just run my fingers through it and I was good to go, no matter how long or short it was. Sometimes I would use a hair dryer, but even that didn't take much time.
I'm groping my naked scalp right now, just having gotten out of the shower, and it feels flawless but I know that if I really searched I could find several spots that could be smoother. My hair grows in so many different directions that shaving my head isn't as easy as front-to-back on the top and sides and back-to-front in the back.

I really wish that there were a way I could just have no hair for as long as I wanted with little to no upkeep, and that I could just switch back to 'grow' when I wanted. But there's not, so I'll keep spending my evenings in search of the perfect shave.

Bald Aspirations

I ordered some business cards today with the address for this blog printed on them. My crazy plan is to just randomly drop them around the city, put them on public bulletin boards, etc., and see if my readership changes much.

I chose the cheap shipping offer so it will be a couple of weeks before I can put my plan into motion. Let me know if you'd like to get in on the action and I'll mail you some cards so we can turn this into a multi-city campaign.

Bald Reminiscence

It's been about a month now since I was shaved for my birthday. I think this is the longest I've gone before letting my hair grow out a bit.

When I first met my boyfriend I had a short clipper cut, and one day he came home from work to find that I had shaved my head. He felt my smooth scalp and said, 'Oooh, I like that. I really like that.' I kept it shaved for a few weeks after that, but I don't think it was as long as it seems.

The length of time I stay bald is increasing every time I shave my head, and it doesn't take as long for me to go back after letting it grow for a while. The first few times I did it I shaved just the one time and let it grow back immediately, telling myself that I liked it, but that it was something I probably wouldn't do again. I said the same thing the first time I masturbated when I was 12 or 13. By the time I was sixteen I was wanking at least once a day.

I almost never masturbate now, so if the one trend keeps following the other, I might get to the point where I'm not as interested in shaving my head. That makes me a little bit sad. I'm really kind of nervous about how my fetish is going to progress. Or regress.

Bald As Ever

A true fetish is an obscure sexual desire without which you cannot achieve climax. My fetish started out in my late teens as a mere perversion. It took me a while after stumbling onto a hair-fetish website to admit to myself that I was turned on by more than just the traditionally-sexual content on these sites.

My fantasies involving haircuts started out as blatant gender-reversal fantasies with me being tied down by butch lesbians and having my head shaved. It was not uncommon for me to wear a pair of panties that looked like mens' tightie-whities whilst jerking off* in my basement bedroom during my college years. As I became more comfortable with my fantasies they became more extreme. Instead of just being shaved bald, I would be given a very short mohawk that had been bleached to death, or a bright pink bowl cut with very short bangs. Along with these radical haircuts, I would have facial piercings, my eyebrows would be plucked very, very thin or shaved off completely and in their place tattoos of stars of decreasing sizes forming the same shape as my eyebrows, etc. The thought of looking like a freak made me wet as fuck.

As I continued to become comfortable with these thoughts, I started to do more drastic things to my own hair, and my sexual arousal became more dependent upon the presence of something hair-related. It took me several years before I could muster the courage to buzz it off, and taking the blade to my head was more out of spite than anything (I'll save that for next time), and when I made these final leaps I was horny for days.

For the last couple of years I have been what most people would consider 'bald', or I've been truly bald, and my fantasies are still advancing. It frightens me some that I can no longer come without fantasy, dirty talk, or roleplay involving the idea of me being bald forever.

At one point, the idea of having my ponytail forcibly chopped off was enough, but now that thought is just foreplay, and fantasies of going to bed with hair and waking up completely bald via some depilatory cream that will keep me smooth for months, or thoughts of more permanent hair removal are the main event.

I don't know how much more dramatic and fucked-up my fantasies and actions can get before it starts to be a problem.

*Yes, I am a woman. No, I don't have any kind of strange junk. I just don't like any of the slang terms for female masturbation.

Bald Again, Naturally

I sent the fellas at HeadBlade an email after I got sliced up last week. I wasn't complaining so much as just letting them know that there are sometimes flaws in their product (boyfriend got an entire package of fucked-up blades a while back).

They asked that I send back the fubar blade so they could check it out and see what went wrong, and in return they sent me two packages of triple blades and also a travel kit with HeadSlick, HeadShed, HeadLube in both glossy and matte, and a pen that says, "if you don't shave your head, this isn't your pen." Very cool of them. Also, NSA approved!

My cuts from last week have healed and the scabs fallen off, so I made use of the HeadSlick and the HeadShed (I already have their glossy HeadLube; I love having a shiny bald head), and I am once again shaved. Boyfriend was in awe of how smooth my head is.

Speaking of boyfriend, his birthday is next week. He was envious of the travel kit, so I ordered a snazzy toiletry kit from their website that is essentially an ultra-deluxe travel kit with full-size products and a hanging toiletry bag. Later this evening he was browsing their site and saying he should get this, or he should get that. He orders a lot of shit online, a fair bit of it seemingly on a whim (things like egg rings from mrbreakfast.com, pretty much anything ordered from woot.com, etc.) So I blurted out, "are you going to make me ruin your birthday surprise?" That in itself kind of ruined it, but he still doesn't know precisely what I got him. I ordered a couple of carabiner pens and more of the other pens as well as some HeadWipes, so he'll have lots of HeadBlade goodness for his birthday. It seems fitting considering his birthday gift to me.

Bald and Bleeding

It's been a few days since the last time I shaved my head, and it was not really my decision. I was using a new HeadBlade cartridge and there must have been some kind of a manufacturing defect; the brand-new, never-been-used blade tore the shit out of my scalp. I have seriously never had this many cuts on my head, and I've been shaving for a couple of years.

I can't see how bad it is, so I've just been asking boyfriend for status updates. Even with a few days' growth, I can feel the scabs and can only imagine. The biggest drawback to shaving your head is that your head is the most visible part of your body, and any mistakes are in plain sight.

Bald For Days

In my constant search for a way to make my head as smooth as possible for as long as possible without it being permanent (maybe some day...), I read a forum where someone mentioned a product called Magic Smooth. This is a depilatory cream marketed to black men who want to be bald but don't want to shave. I tracked down and ordered a tube but have not been bald since I got it, so there haven't been any opportunities to try it out. Until now.

I did a patch test on my arm, and then on my leg to see how it would do on coarser hair. It did a pretty good job, and it didn't turn my skin green or anything. Tonight was the real test. I left it on for the maximum allowed time, and I can barely tell any difference. There are some areas where it definitely feels like there is less hair, but the goal was for there to be no hair. It also irritated my scalp quite a bit, so I will not be able to shave until at least tomorrow without making it worse. The plus side is that it didn't leave me looking patchy.

Bald and Bewitching

Have I mentioned how much I love being bald?

The icing on the smooth, shiny cake is that I look fan-fucking-tastic with no hair. For a long time I didn't want to pursue the fantasy because I thought a shaved head wouldn't suit me. Now that I've done it, I don't think I look as good with hair. All day today I kept staring at any reflective surface that offered a glimpse of my gleaming scalp and I marveled at how amazing it looked.

Being bald has seriously boosted my level of self-security and I don't know why I didn't do it sooner.

Bald, Bald, Bald

Every time I have hair and the boyfriend shaves it all off I feel a little apprehensive. Even though I really want it to be gone and to be as bald as the day is long, it has taken time to get to its current length and shaving my head means I'll have to start over if I want to let it grow. This time was no different. And, as is always the case in this situation, my hair has been clipped off and thrown away, my scalp is smooth, and I love it and wonder why I was ever sorry to see it go.

When I asked the boyfriend to make a deal the other day he was reluctant to give me an answer. He loves my shaved head, but he feels the same sense of loss when my hair is taken away, so his answer was never more definitive than, "We'll see." Tonight I was shopping for HeadBlade cartridges at Walgreen's (I'm going to keep shaving my head as long as I can get away with it) and when I picked up a package and commented that they were on sale, he whispered in my ear as he reached past me for a second package saying, "We'd better get more; I plan on keeping you shaved for a while."

Bald Bargaining

In the throes of self-induced passion I told the boyfriend last night that I wanted him to wake me up when he got home from work (4:00 A.M.) and shave my head. I said that I would let my hair grow as long as he likes if he lets me keep it shaved for the rest of the summer (yeah, I know I said I don't like being bald when it's hot, but I really wanted it gone.)

When he got home I didn't wake up entirely, but I remember hearing him tell the cat that I had too much hair. She must have gotten curious when he was laying out his tools. I woke up later in the morning when he came in the room for something or other, and when he saw that I was awake he laid down with me and tugged on the little bit of hair he could grab hold of, whispering that it was time for my hair to come off.

My heart started racing as I sat up and saw the clippers and the HeadBlade off to one side, with hot water and shaving cream on the other side of the bed. The last time I requested that he shave me, all I got was the un-guarded clippers, but I could see that he was going to go all the way this time. He had laid a sheet on the floor so that there would be less mess, and in short order I was covered with my 1/4 inch hair. An hour and three shots with the blade later I was completely bald, head to toe (well, I still have eyebrows and eyelashes).

He's not sure about the idea of me keeping my head shaved for the next three months so I've already shaved my head smooth again even though I was only shorn twelve hours ago. I'm going to be as bald as I can be until my time is up, and maybe if I'm bald enough to keep him happy, he'll keep his slut around for a bit.

Bald Birthday

My birthday is next month and boyfriend keeps asking me what I want to do for my birthday. I really want him to shave my head, but I don't like being bald in the summer (there's nothing to keep sweat from running onto your face), and I'm actually kind of liking the idea of letting my hair grow. Only part of that is the thought of how awesome it will be to get rid of it when it does get longer. A lot of it is the memory of how my hair looked and felt when it was longer.

I feel like I'm betraying myself. I feel like I'm making my desire to be bald forever into a farce.

Bald Dreams

I have a hair fetish. Or, more precisely, I have a fetish that involves me being bald. Totally bald. Slick, smooth, shiny bald. When I'm being fucked I think about being forced to shave my head every day (or twice a day) for the rest of my life, and that usually does it for me.

I spent a large part of my life with very long hair. Nobody ever told me that I was pretty, only that I had pretty hair. In my adult life I became more adventurous and the last ten years have seen me with longish hair, short hair, very short hair, and for the last two years, I've had a very short buzz cut or I've been shaved completely bald. Funny enough, hair is something that society associates with beauty but now I hear all the time that I'm beautiful.

I have a new(ish) boyfriend who has not seen me with hair more than an inch and a half long except in photos. He loves me with a smooth scalp, thinks that I am way too hot to be with him, is proud to show off his shaved girlfriend, but he misses the feel of hair. I wasted no time shaving his head when we first started dating so he can't just run his fingers through his own hair, and I kind of feel like I owe him something for forcing my kink on him. I love being bald, but he is worth letting my hair grow for awhile.

He knows that I expect him to bring back his bald slut, but for now I'm alright with that slut staying in the background. Plus, it turns me on to no extent that he is in charge of my hair and that he could tie me up and clip it all off with no warning and no permission. I like the idea of being shaved bald, and having no say in the matter, when I have a haircut I really like.

Letting my hair grow doesn't mean that I'm going to shirk the fetish and that I'm not still going to scour YouTube for videos of women being punished with drastic haircuts or being forced to shave their heads; For me, these videos are better than lesbian threesome videos are for others.

I know that more of us are out there, and I hope that you will find me and share your stories with me.