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 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 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.