Guest post by Ricardo:
Last night I was sitting on the couch reading. Jane was getting ready for bed after a long day, and I was to join her shortly. Then she came out in nothing but a towel.
Stage 1: Denial - I was shocked that she could be so disobedient. Surely she wouldn't have done this. I saw a glistening on her head where it should be dark.
She slowly walked across the living room and into the light where I was reading.
2: Anger - That little bitch did it! She had been planning this, hadn't she? And she caught me off guard; no way to quickly punish her.
She walked closer towards me with a beautiful half smile, her eyes locked onto mine. Waiting for my reaction. Testing me...
3: Bargaining - Perhaps I could fix this. I need to get a grip on her, if I could only get her to grow it again, just to punish her.
She walked over an knelt on the couch, straddling me. Her face next to mine, I reached up to feel where her hair had been just a few minutes before. The smooth feel confirmed what my eyes were telling me.
4: Depression - She had disobeyed me in a way that wasn't correctable. She didn't just wiggle out of some rope, she had drastically changed something. She had challenged my control. What is the point now...
She moaned a bit as I slid my hands along her smooth head. As my hand reached the back of her head, I grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her down onto me. Our lips met for the first time in many months. My bald slut was back.
5: Acceptance - I realize it isn't something that is going to be changed any time soon, so fuck it. A bald head is just another place for a bit of leather, a kiss, and a caress.
I grabbed her into a deep kiss. I slid my hand up the towel to see what else had been shaved, and was not disappointed. We got up and headed back to the bedroom. It was time for me to take control of things again, to bring the bald slut back into my domain. And I had some anger to let out...
Last night I was sitting on the couch reading. Jane was getting ready for bed after a long day, and I was to join her shortly. Then she came out in nothing but a towel.
Stage 1: Denial - I was shocked that she could be so disobedient. Surely she wouldn't have done this. I saw a glistening on her head where it should be dark.
She slowly walked across the living room and into the light where I was reading.
2: Anger - That little bitch did it! She had been planning this, hadn't she? And she caught me off guard; no way to quickly punish her.
She walked closer towards me with a beautiful half smile, her eyes locked onto mine. Waiting for my reaction. Testing me...
3: Bargaining - Perhaps I could fix this. I need to get a grip on her, if I could only get her to grow it again, just to punish her.
She walked over an knelt on the couch, straddling me. Her face next to mine, I reached up to feel where her hair had been just a few minutes before. The smooth feel confirmed what my eyes were telling me.
4: Depression - She had disobeyed me in a way that wasn't correctable. She didn't just wiggle out of some rope, she had drastically changed something. She had challenged my control. What is the point now...
She moaned a bit as I slid my hands along her smooth head. As my hand reached the back of her head, I grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her down onto me. Our lips met for the first time in many months. My bald slut was back.
5: Acceptance - I realize it isn't something that is going to be changed any time soon, so fuck it. A bald head is just another place for a bit of leather, a kiss, and a caress.
I grabbed her into a deep kiss. I slid my hand up the towel to see what else had been shaved, and was not disappointed. We got up and headed back to the bedroom. It was time for me to take control of things again, to bring the bald slut back into my domain. And I had some anger to let out...
