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I held her, rocking gently, as she sobbed. Katia's tears came in wrenching heaving bursts. Although I knew it would be thus, it still pained me that it had to be. Truly, it was my least favorite part of being her Dom.

 

When we met a year ago, we both were switches, moving from Dominant to submissive easily, sometimes in the blink of an eye. However, a month ago, oddly when she was in the Dominant role, she made a confession to me. In real life she is a dominant, aggressive woman. But when we were together, she just didn't enjoy it. She was doing it, but she didn't enjoy it. Although I had more fun as her submissive, I couldn't stand the thought of her feeling our sex was a duty. So, I offered to be always dominant. In a shower of kisses, she accepted.

 

Soon after, we had a very serious discussion about limits. I wanted to know clearly what was not possible, because I was going to do everything else. She told me breezily that she had no limits. I knew that it was a false statement (everyone has /some/ limit) and told her there would be consequences if she were lying. "Tell me now," I said, "or it will be worse later." Again, she asserted she had no limits. "OK, fine," I said.

 

You can guess that over the last month, I pushed until I found her limit. I wasn't even trying when I did.

 

I came across a web site for a worthy cause. They accepted cut human hair for use in wigs for children undergoing chemotherapy. Now, Katia has thick luxiourous hair. Wonderful for a man with a hair fetish to play with. Many were our sessions where her gorgeous locks played a central role. But it would be excellent in wigmaking. Touched by the web site and the appreciative stories of the children, I decided to cut off Katia's hair.

 

Actually, cut-off was the wrong term. At least at first. I was going to allow her to retain an attractive feminine style, probably the sophisticated bob I adore. I was, until she refused. No negotiation. Flat-out refusal. Surprised, I asked why. "I am a beautician," she said. "People expect me to have long hair."

 

"OK, then," I replied, "you will be punished until you submit. You have no right to refuse. You are my slave, and you have no limits. Remember?" I smiled, triumphant in my logic.

 

She got her back up then. "Doesn't matter what you say, I won't do it." She even had the audacity to cross her arms.

 

I am not confrontational as a rule, so I hoped to make my point and still allow her to save face. "I am a good and patient Dom," I said. "I'll give you until Saturday to change your mind." Her dark eyes flashed, still defiant, as she went down to swallow my cock and later my cum.

 

To me, though, sex that day was not fun. A wall had come up between us, and it had to be dealt with.

 

I spent the days in between searching the web, eventually forming a plan. It would be intensely sexual, and yet would benefit the cause. Probably a couple children would have a good self image through Katia's donation. IF, that is, they didn't know how the hair was "gathered".

 

The problem was that Katia was still adamant in her refusal. With a heavy sigh, I led her to the basement where I had arranged my punishment rig. She had not been to my basement before, and was curious, and a bit scared. She was also surprised to see my friend Crystal.

 

Crystal was a local woman I met on ICQ who worked at the Claire's Boutique at the mall, piercing ears. I needed her here, but Katia didn't know why. I had Katia strip naked, which unnerved her. Katia is mightily sexy, with a gorgeous body. But she still was nervous being naked before strangers... which is normal, I know.

 

When she was naked, I put the heavy fur wrist and ankle cuffs on her. She'd seen these before, and the spreader bars too, but had never been stretched up before. She found it hard to balance on the high heels she always wore in my presence as I used the block and tackle to pull her arms as high as I could, within inches of the low floor joists above.

 

I could tell she was getting more nervous, but I didn't want her calm. I wanted her to know I was her Dom and she was about to be punished.

 

"Now Katia, you know you have displeased me."

 

"i know," she said, softly.

 

"You know you must be punished."

 

"i know."

 

"And because of your behavior, it will hurt." I picked up the switch, shaking it so that it vibrated.

 

A pause, as she looked at it. It was a thin Lexan rod, perhaps 1cm in diameter. It was highly flexible, but wouldn't give or break. What it would do is wrap around her body as she was struck, increasing the amount of skin bit with each stroke. I saw her eyes flash resolutely... she wasn't going to cry out, knowing how much of a baby I am about striking her.

 

What she didn't know is that since I had become her Dom, I had met several times with a Dominant support group, which had helped me get more into the role and had improved my skills at safely whipping her.

 

"How much it hurts depends on you," I continued. "You said you had no limits, so I will keep striking you until you agree to do as I say. Then..." I said, placing myself in front of her and looking into her eyes, "I will strike you five more times as your punishment."

 

She looked at me, hesitation visible in her body language. It was like she was mentally saying "wow". Then her eyes flickered over to Crystal. What was she doing here?

 

"Oh yes, meet Crystal," I said.

 

Crystal waved her hand and said "hi". She was uncomfortable at the scene, but had agreed to particpate.

 

"Crystal is here to give you your permanent marks. Before you get whipped, she is going to give you nipple rings and a clit ring. I know you don't mind, do you?"

 

Katia's mouth opened and shut. "i... no i don't. i am yours," she said. I came to her and kissed her. Our kisses grew hard and fierce, reconfirming our committment to each other. She wanted to feel cared for then, and I wanted to tell her that.

 

"Thank you," I said, unnecessarily.

 

I motioned to Crystal to proceed. I needed it over with. I didn't relish what was coming, but I knew that she needed, NEEDED, to be dominated. She needed me to prove my worth in having her, and that mean conquering. Even so, I didn't like the prospect.

 

I am really very squeamish, but I forced myself to watch as Crystal went to work. It was comforting to see her so professional. But to hide my flinching, I stood behind Katia, rubbing her back as Crystal pierced her nipples. I could feel Katia's sharp intake of breath, but stubborn as she was she wouldn't cry out. Since she had large nipples, I had even picked out heavy rings, and even with the large rings she didn't cry out. I kept murmuring in her ear how proud I was.

 

Crystal stepped back, looking at her work, then down at Katia's stubbled pussy. "I don't think I need to shave her, but I need her legs further apart."

 

"Not a problem," I replied. I lowered Katia enough so that her knees would bend, then added another spreader bar at her knees, to force them far apart. She looked scared and uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. I think she was getting the point.

 

I spent a moment, rubbing her pussy, feeling that she was not at all wet. She wasn't enjoying this. Oh well. Crystal again went to work with a comforting professional air. I rubbed Katia's back and murmured in her ear as Crystal lanced her clit. This time, Katia flinched hard, a sharp "fuck" escaping. She was trembling, almost shaking, when Crystal stood up, finished.

 

"She needs to keep it clean for a couple weeks, and probably shouldn't masterbate or get too aroused. NO tugging on them during the first weeks."

 

"Hear that?" I asked her. Katia nodded, her face a mask. Her dark eyes seemed wet. "Now, you are marked for me. You are mine, just like I am yours." I looked at Crystal. "I know we talked about your needing to be here to witness punishment, but if you want to go, I understand."

 

Crystal looked relieved to be let off the hook, but as I removed the knee bars, and hoisted Katia up again, she seemed to change her mind. "No, I think I need to stay." I nodded at her, understanding that she was there for Katia's sake.

 

I took the Lexan switch, and whipped it through the air. It made an ominous whistling sound. "I really am sorry you made me have to punish you. I tried to give you an out, and you didn't take it. First you lied to me, saying you had no limits, then you refused my commands. You disappointed me, and I won't have it."

 

"i... i know," she murmurred, hanging her head. She was truly sorry, I knew.

 

"You know the rules now. Will you cut your hair as I direct?"

 

"i will," she said, simply. I felt a flood of relief, then sadness.

 

"I wish you had said that an hour ago," I said. "We could have avoided this. But now you will be punished. How many strokes will you get?"

 

"five."

 

"OK, then, you will count after each stroke." A perverse thought crossed my mind. "And you will say 'Thank you Sir, may I have another'". To my pleasure, she chuckled and nodded her head.

 

I made a few more swishes with the whip. I took my position, glad that I wouldn't have to be too extravagent with my placement. Five would make a simple stripe.

 

I hit her as I had been recently taught. The air filled with a loud whizzzzz, and then a sharp smack. Katia let out a little "oo!" as it struck. I had really hit her, and hard. This wasn't play. As she said, "That was one. Thank you Sir, may i have another?", I saw that her fleshy lower bottom was already reddening. She would have a welt and a deep bruise, although no skin had been broken. I laid the next one a half inch below it, about where the previous welt would end. She cried out, then, then fought for composure as she asked for another.

 

When the fifth came, she had a tear coming down her cheek. I had never seen her cry, so I knew it must have really hurt. I immediately let her down, and helped her to a mat, where I let her lay on her side. Her front would hurt because of the new rings, and her backside would hurt for a week or more. Crystal left as I applied an antibacterial lotion to her bottom, just in case I had done more damage than I thought.

 

We sat there, silent for a long time. Then, she said, "i am sorry. Really."

 

"Me too," I said.

 

****

 

Maybe the worst part of the session was that she had to wait two weeks to heal her clit. Katia normally masturbates daily, and she was frustrated to not be able to indulge her hobby. But we met everyday to talk and so that I could distract her. It was enormously pleasing to be able to get to know her non-sexual side better. We bonded to a deeper level than I thought possible.

 

When the two weeks was up, Katia was anxious to play. However, it was not my plan to let her cum until our next big session. I told her that, and her dark eyes flashed extreme annoyance. I asked if she were going to defy me again, and she returned to a properly humble state.

 

During the next two weeks, I let her suck me off, but to frustrate her more, I shot my semen onto her face. Then I licked it off, denying her even the pleasure of tasting my cum. I found that every time she came to my place, she was extremely wet, with juices even dripping down her legs. I wanted to get the plan over with so that I could indulge my love of pussy eating too. I played with her new rings, letting her show me how much tension they could take. All that did was make us both hornier, but at least I was able to cum (on her face :).

 

Neither was feeling satisfied now, but the delay was necessary to get all the details ironed out. Finally, it was time. I had some last minute instructions for her, but she complied and came over two hours before the big cut.

 

One of the instructions was to get an all-over body wax. I wanted her smooth and hairless everywhere. Although she has a salon, and could have had one of the girls do it there, she told me she woud have died of embarrassment if someone she knew saw her piercings. I smiled, understanding, as she turned a crimson red.

 

She sucked me off right away, as was our practise, to control my horniness. Then, I gave her an enema, which surprised her. An enema for her haircut? She showed signs of worry, which I ignored. Then I had her get into her wonderful red dress, which was very fitted. I could see the outline of the nipple rings. Unusual for me, I had her put on panties. Nice black mesh which matched her black thigh-high stockings and black fuck-me shoes. I bade her style her hair for the last time in a long while, and watched as she curled it in big rollers and put it into a sexy-ass updo. She knows I love it, and smiled as she watched my face in the mirror. Despite my intent to stay hands off until after the cut, I couldn't help but kiss her neck as I put her simple gold necklace on. Then, we went to my car to drive to the "salon".

 

To Katia's surprise, it wasn't a salon at all. It was a studio. You see, I had learned a couple things in my research:

 

a) Long hair to short hair makeovers are very popular on the internet

 

b) There is a fetish community that was willing to pay to see the makeovers on video

 

c) XXX-rated fetish videos were rare, and worth a lot of money

 

So, yes, Katia would donate her hair to charity, but we were also going to make some money too. The money wasn't the big point to me though. It turned me on that I would possess the woman countless men (and women) would masturbate to while watching her transformation. I knew she would be an internet celebrity.

 

The studio we went to was one that had produced several successful hair-fetish-oriented videos. They knew what they were doing and the video production standards would be excellent. And they had also built a nice rack for me, so that I could string Katia up.

 

But first, I told Katia to remember I was her master and that she was to obey me. Looking a bit apprehensive, she agreed. She really did trust me.

 

The first part of the video would be R-rated stuff. I was the director, and I directed her actions. I had Katia move sexily in front of a blue screen (a background would be added in post-production), lifting her hem and flashing her panties. Then, she let down her hair, shaking her head so that her face was framed in a cascade of curls. Damn.

 

Then she began brushing her hair, letting the camera see her thick mane. Putting it up in a clip, she began to rub her pussy through the panties with the brush. The handle went inside the waistband, bumping her clit ring. Knowing she would be unable to help it, I called out that it would be OK to cum as much as she wanted today. Even so, I let her get all ready, then called for her to lower her hem and then drop her panties. It was so sexy to see the crotch of the panties cling up out of view to her pussy as she slowly brought the waistband down.

 

It took almost an hour for her to become naked. I smiled as she shook in orgasm, bending over sideways to the camera, her hair falling and covering her face, and the handle of the hairbrush appearing and disappearing in silloette beyond her butt as she rubbed herself with it.

 

She had a big smile on her face as I led her to the rack. It was a rectangular frame, and her wrists would be pulled out to each corner. Her ankles were shackled so that she could not make her feet come any closer than shoulder width.

 

At this point, we had three cameras going. One was full frontal. The next was full-rear. The third was a rover, but would only stay focused above her shoulders. We were going to sell an R-version and an XXX-rated version, and the head shot one would be for that. The others captured it as I added weights to her nipples, and slowly fucked her to orgasm with a nice fat aluminium vibrator. I put a tiny padlock on her clit ring then, which bumped on her emerged sexbud.

 

Then, it was time for the cut. I kissed her deeply, then had the "stylist" appear. Katia stared, shocked, because she saw right away that he wasn't holding scissors, but clippers! Clippers with a #1 guard on! "Oh god," she moaned, realizing. I explained later that she had made me change her mind with her obstinance. Now the haircut was part punishment too.

 

I made a motion, and Crystal came out. After she had pierced Katia, she had confided when we chatted that she had felt she might be bisexual for a long time, and that she had found Katia almost unbearably sexy, even when she was being punished. After some discussion, she decided to try out her urges on Katia. I had been attracted to Crystal because she was a kinky lass, and she had no problems with being filmed in her first bi experience. In fact, it seemed to excite her.

 

She came out, wearing a short little white dress. Without a pause, she made her way to Katia and began kissing her. All action stopped as everyone wanted to see what they were doing. Katia knew it would please me to be uninhibited, so she was actively kissing Crystal back. Crystal began to kiss Katia's neck, moving south. The stylist, George, began to brush her hair. Katia was luxioriating in the feeling of having her hair brushed until Crystal reached her breasts, and began tugging at the thick ring, far harder than I would. In response, Katia let out an involuntary low moan.

 

George motioned to me as Crystal made Katia moan more. I walked over, telling the guys to focus on Crystal, which they were happy to do. George had an idea, and I agreed. He and I set out to figure out how to implement it. We finally found what we needed and returned to Katia. Crystal was still tugging at Katia's nipples, but was now sliding her fingers over her pussy too. Katia's mouth was forming a soundless O as she couldn't help but enjoy Crystal's amateur but eager efforts. Crystal was licking her sticky fingers, and feeding some to Katia, when George went back to business. I called softly to her to go down on her, and she looked at me, turned on by the notion. As she slowly kissed her way south, George began brushing Katia's hair again.

 

George's idea was simplicity itself. Making sure her hair was as smooth as it could be, he gripped it tight in an upward direction pony tail. He pulled up, making sure all her hair was in tension, then put on an elastic band to hold it. He next threw the rope we found over the top of the frame, so that one end was on either side. Katia looked up to see what was happening, and made it easier for the next step. He tied the rope to her pony tail, and when he pulled on the free end, Katia's head snapped to straight ahead. George tied off the rope, pulling Katia up slightly by her hair.

 

The stage was set for the big scene. Katia was locked into the frame, nude and her thick black hair was being pulled up. George was standing behind her, clippers in his hand. Crystal was eager parting Katia's pussy lips, licking her like crazy. Damn, it was horny. But even in the pleasure, Katia's eyes moved soulfully to mine. She would look into my eyes as her hair was shaved off. I was reminded it was punishment.

 

It was done faster than I imagined. George was good at what he does, and he does clipper cuts. Starting at the base of her neck, he cut upwards, freeing her hair to hang from the rope. He circled her head, stepping over Crystal as needed, cutting her hair at the same elevation before moving up. Her freed hair bounced up like a curly spring, showing her white scalp clearly.

 

All too soon, Katia was bald, but stubbly. George applied thick warm shaving cream, and shaved her head. She finally broke contact with my eyes, closing hers as she enjoyed the sensations. I heard Crystal murmuring about how wet she was getting, and I saw her cheeks were wet with Katia's juices. George wasn't done long before Katia whipped her bald head back and yelled as she came. Crystal had a hand gently tugging the clit ring as she licked hard at Katia's clit. Her loud orgasm seemed to echo off the walls. When she stopped, she hung in bondage, worn out by the fierceness of her orgasm. She was unbelievably sexy, completely hairless.

 

Crystal stood, smiling broadly. Her face was covered with Katia's cum. She loudly announced, "Damn, that got me so excited. I need to get fucked!" OK, so it was a stupid porn line, but she said it with meaning. LOL! She let her dress drop, then laid next to the frame.

 

I wasn't sure how the next part would go. There were plenty of production "volunteers" about, and two came over. One fed Crystal his cock, which she began sucking like a nursing calf. The other licked his fingers and spread his wetness on her pussy. He saw it wasn't necessary, so he pulled down his pants and pushed his cock into her. Given the horniness of the event, he was very aroused already and came after only a couple minutes.

 

As I said, there were plenty of volunteers. More came over when Crystal announced she wanted "more cock, I need it". Not all were willing to engage in a sloppy gangbang, but several were. Those who weren't sprayed her body. Crystal must have taken ten loads of cum in her pussy, which soon was oozing out.

 

Crystal roused during the event, and stared at the line of guys getting sucked, fucking, and spraying Crystal. She moaned, horny again. "I need to be fucked, please Master," she implored me. The guys looked at me, expectantly.

 

"OK, but here's the deal," I said. "Everyone has to wear a condom, and can only fuck her ass. When you cum, you give the condom to me. Or you take it off and cum in Crystal." Many of the guys wanted to fuck Crystal's sloppy hole, but most wanted to hump Katia's ass. I made sure she was lubed up, and then they went to town.

 

I couldn't stand the horny scene without indulging. So I spent a long time kissing Katia, telling her how proud I was of her, as man after man filled her ass. As they came, she and I shared their cum. I'd pour it into her mouth and then we'd kiss more. In between, I'd drop down and lick her ringed nipples or bury my face in her steaming dripping pussy, mere inches from the man humping her ass.

 

When all the guys were about cummed out, it was time for the final segment of the porn vid we were making. A couple guys brought out a low padded bench, which at one point might have been a wide kneeling bench at a church. I released the aching Katia, and led her to the bench, and laid her on her back.

 

Crystal stood then, holding her hand over her pussy to prevent the cum from flooding out. "Don't do anything hon," I told Katia as Crystal stood astride her face and I removed my pants. Katia was a picture of horniness, and as I pushed into her, I nodded to Crystal.

 

I could feel Katia beginning to shake in orgasm as a stream of cum poured out of Crystal and covered her face, dripping down her cheeks and around her bald head, finally coming to a stop on the floor. Katia's orgasm increased as I began to pump her hard and deep, spanking her clit. Her whole head was covered with creampie!

 

"OK, eat her," I said as the trickle stopped and Katia's orgasm subsided. Katia lunged up and pulled Crystal's gooey hole to her mouth. It was more than I could bare, to see my precious girl moaning as she ate Crystal deeply, more deeply than I'd ever seen her before. Katia has a very long tongue, and every bit of it was inside Crystal! I came hard myself, pouring a gallon of sperm into her pussy.

 

Of course, I love creampies myself. So as my slave ate another woman, I ate her. My cum seeped out of her, but she was nowhere as gooey as Crystal. It was exciting to be in this creampie chain. All of us were moaning like crazy. The best was when Crystal came, her orgasm ejecting a nice thick load of cream for Katia to gobble.

 

After that, I spent some time licking the drying cum from Katia's head. Then she whispered to me that she wanted to go... she wanted to make love with me. Not sex, love. Of course, I helped her up and we made our way home.

 

When we got home, something broke inside her. She dropped the pony tail I had made her carry. Outside the public aspect of our D/s, she could be free to feel her remorse. I sat on the couch, and she curled up and sobbed. I felt bad, but good too. What a pleasure to be so trusted that she felt she could cry around me. I rocked her gently, letting her cry at her loss. She had lost her hair, and her last vestiges of Dominance.

 

D/s is sometimes about sex. It is always about trust. And I found out that it is best when it is about love. And we surely made love that night.

 

POSTSCRIPT:

 

"Katia" reported to me that upon reading the story she went into her loo and brushed her hair for a while to reassure herself it was still there. THAT is the reason I write. To Katia: *KISS*

 

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