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Bloom: Part 4 - Hair Today...Gone Tomorrow
Karen loved the mirrors in her house, and they loved her back. She had purchased fantastic mirrors from all over, antiques that were massive, ornate, and exceptionally expensive. Upstairs and in the basement, she placed dozens of full-length mirrors. In the basement, Karen wanted Sandra to be able to watch her own degradation from every angle. Upstairs she would spend hours in front of them priming and beautifying herself in an effort to create the perfect Karen. She constantly paraded and posed in front of them with her ever-growing lingerie collection, for which she again spared no expense, marveling at her exquisite body, and sometimes masturbating. This self-indulgence alone would classify her as an extreme narcissist, even without the fact that she was keeping someone captive for her own pleasure, but of course only the truest narcissist would simply not care. She was a goddess, and her mirrors reflected that.
Mirror, mirror on the wall …
Sometimes Karen laughed when she thought of that line, remembering watching those old Disney movies and being less interested in the goodie two-shoes heroine than the much more interesting witch or wicked queen. When she though of the evil women, she wondered what their lives really would be like. What if their plans weren't foiled, how powerful would they have become? How far would they go if they faced no penalty whatsoever? She was finally in a position where she could find out, as she had her own sleeping beauty, her snow white, and yes, if Karen was truly honest she was jealous of Sandra's youth and beauty. Even being the complete narcissist that Karen was and the fact that she was more striking than she ever had been, she could see the beginning effects of age creeping into her appearance… but Sandra had a 23-year-old's sculpted figure, and she could have been Aphrodite herself. Karen had originally thought that she didn't care what her slave looked like, but she now realized that picking Sandra had another purpose all along. Sandra's tits, while not enormous, where perfectly shaped, her waist was tight, and within Sandra's firm thighs was a prominent but tight little pussy. Sandra would turn the head of any straight man she passed if she dressed in anything but baggy sweats, and make him feel like he was de-flowering a virgin in bed. Perhaps Karen could fix that…she could finish the fairy tale her way.
Karen had already adorned her captive with new piercings, maybe it was time to take things further, change her Athenian goddess slave into something else – something not quite so sculpted. As a bold new plan began to take form in her mind, Karen felt her heart rate rise and that unbridled arousal bubbling up inside her (that happened so often these days – it was a challenge to keep clean panties, luckily she had hundreds). The evil witches in those stories really seemed to enjoy the bad things they were doing – lots of kids thought that was just exaggeration for the sake of a story, but Karen knew better – she always wanted to know what they were feeling that made them laugh so wickedly (though she had never embraced that side of herself until recently). She began to giggle as she leisurely primped and prepared herself for the pleasures ahead.
A white chiffon baby doll with a lace-trimmed neckline, matching slippers and ruffle choker was what Karen decided on this time. The closet in the master bedroom was too crowded with all her wonderful new outfits and shoes, forcing Karen to convert one of the spare bedrooms into a massive walk-in closet, making it look more like a lingerie shop than a bedroom. Karen even had mannequins displaying some of her finest, and used them to try different combinations out. She had purchased so many outfits so quickly that she didn't even know what she had, packages of shoes arrived daily as ordering items on the web became a nightly ritual. She had figured money made from the interest off the funds in her bank account was more than she could spend, plus she had the alimony that arrived every month. Karen sat down to make herself up… at 35 she still looked as good as she ever had, and her body had never been as fit. She worked out daily now and watched what she ate like never before; as well as forcing Sandra to worship her, Karen also had to treat her body like a temple. There would be no piercing or tattoos as that would be blasphemy. Oils, perfumes, powders and creams, and Sandra's tongue would be all that was allowed upon the blessed sanctuary.
It had been several days since Karen had pierced Sandra with the safety pins, and the wounds were still not healed enough to take things further. That would have to wait. Karen unconsciously began to rub herself as she recalled the activity – Sandra's agonized pleadings, the look in her eye as she realized what was going to happen, her helpless body presented for Karen's twisted pleasures, and, finally, watching Sandra on the monitor as she awoke to find a dozen more piercings made by Karen after she had passed out. Karen had removed some of these pins as rewards for good behavior, however Sandra's conduct would not affect what Karen was about to do, this was purely for Karen's own pleasure. She grabbed a grocery bag, rope and needle-nose pliers…the fun was about to begin.
Karen had left the basement lights on lately giving Sandra full view of her miserable predicament. The handcuffs had gone back on - supplemented by fingerless gloves, making any attempt to escape impossible. Now Sandra had safety pins all over her front side making life extra miserable and painful. She had learned to not plead as Karen came down the stairs; instead to kneel with her head bowed awaiting Karen's wishes. Sandra felt despair when she noticed that Karen looked especially flush and excited. As she watched Karen put down the bag and drag a large footstool over, Sandra felt her stomach drop as she realized that Karen apparently had “special plans”…she was going to take it to another level again. Sandra was stunned at the pure wickedness that Karen seemed to have embraced – doing vile things to her seemed to take Karen to heights of pleasure, and Sandra had no choice but to endure Karen's brutality.
“I want you to lay face down on this footstool Sandra.” Karen commanded, then helped Sandra on so as not to lose her balance. The pressure on the safety pins caused Sandra to cry in pain as Karen bound her securely to the footstool, wrapping the rope so that it secured Sandra's arms against her back and leaving only her head and feet free. Karen wanted Sandra's legs movable, but not to let her gain her footing, so she tied the legs together at the ankles and knees. Karen then went and grabbed an inflatable dildo-gag off the wall and shoved the gag end into Sandra's mouth, pumping it and filling Sandra's mouth taut so that she couldn't make any noise. Dragging a plush chair over, Karen positioned it directly in front of Sandra, moved the grocery bag over near, and sat down.
The dildo end of the gag was now sticking obscenely out of Sandra's mouth. Sandra looked down the length of the obscenity protruding from her mouth, the end tantalizingly close to Karen's soaked pussy. Karen then eased the dildo in to her pussy taking the full length without lubricant…it wasn't needed. Karen's strong scent filled Sandra's nostrils once again. This now had the affect of immobilizing Sandra's head, and Karen stroked Sandra's hair as she spoke: “You have such thick, full hair Sandra – and I believe I'll have to have it.” Karen reached in her bag and pulled out the needle-nose pliers, as Sandra began frantically to try and break free somehow. This just caused her to move the dildo in and out of Karen's pussy, which was exactly the effect Karen was after. Karen grabbed a clump of hair on the back of Sandra's head to steady things, and then took the pliers and locked onto a small section of hair on her forehead, and pulled. The bit of hair was stubborn but finally gave into the force of the pliers. Sandra's frantic but muffled shrieks followed as Karen the dropped the strand into the bag and went for another.
“I know this hurts Sandra…but if we just shaved it, your hair would grow back too soon.” Karen ripped out another strand depositing it in the bag. “This will take a long time, but I am willing to do it right.” She moved her pelvis back and forth meeting Sandra's “thrusts” as she kicked her bound legs like a mermaid. Catching a view of this in her mirror, her legs wrapped around Sandra's head, yanking with the pliers, caused hot lightning to jolt through Karen while Sandra bucked what little she could in an effort to “throw” her rider – careful – make it last – easy – breathe… and she continued. Sometimes Karen pulled quickly and sometimes agonizingly slow - trying to squeeze every ounce of pain from her actions. Her pussy was dripping juice down the front of the chair now, and she couldn't hold back any longer…she grabbed a very large chunk of hair in the pliers and pulled as she came - the hair releasing its grip from Sandra's head simultaneously as Karen exploded onto Sandra's face – she bucked as cum squirted from her pussy onto Sandra's face. “Oh my God! Where did THAT come from?” ran through Karen's mind as she grappled for another clump of hair and thrusted Sandra's head frantically, ripping out some of the caught hair with each thrust, as she squirted AGAIN!
Sandra's face was wet from her tormentor's juice and she choked on the gag as she tried to scream - trying to go another place in her mind; away from this unbearable agony - but the combination of Karen's pussy thrusting into her face and fresh new pains as Karen ripped more hair from her head kept her firmly grounded in the horrible moment. She finally caught her breath again as Karen seemed to be slowly recovering from that orgasm. The agonizing ordeal lasted well beyond Karen's explosion. A whole hour passed before Karen was down to the back of Sandra's head. The paper bag was now stuffed full of Sandra's disembodied hair, and Karen stroked Sandra's virgin baldhead with her hand. “So smooth and pretty.” Fifteen minutes later all the hair was gone. Karen lost track of how many times she had cum, but she knew it was a record for her. Finally Karen eased the wet dildo out of her pussy and bent down and kissed the shivering, sobbing girl's forehead. “It will be better this way.” She whispered.
Karen untied Sandra from the footstool and helped her now bald slave to the mattress. “Almost done.” Karen said as she straddled Sandra's stomach backwards and grabbed a pinch of Sandra's pubic hair with the pliers she was still carrying. Sandra screamed a muffled scream and thrashed about with newfound energy as Karen pulled this fresh hair out. This was a much more physical effort as Karen fought to stay on top of her and also tear at Sandra's pubic hair…it was also immensely satisfying! Karen eventually ended up lying on top of Sandra in an effort to keep her stable enough to continue her operation. The pulling of this hair seemed to hurt Sandra more, and Karen relished in this fact, yelling back to Sandra to stop moving or she would make it worse. Karen kicked off her slippers and felt the wet dildo still sticking out of Sandra's mouth with her feet as she yanked hair after hair from Sandra's cunt. She took the time to inspect the safety pins in Sandra's pussy and noticed they were healing nicely; soon she could begin to have real fun with these. The removing of Sandra's pussy hair was far quicker and Karen was almost spent as she managed to squeeze only two splendid orgasms out of the operation. Finally, with her slave bald from head to toe, there was nothing left to do as Karen unstrapped and deflated the dildo gag, walked over and dumped it in the sink. Sandra sat down and wept on her mattress as Karen went upstairs returning with a dog bowl of beef stew and set it next to Sandra's water dish. Karen then grabbed the bag full of hair and left her slave to her thoughts.
Five days later when Karen came down for the daily feeding, she was dressed in a short kimono robe and heels. Although Sandra had never seen this outfit before, this was not what was different…Karen's hair was now blond, not brown. Had she dyed it? No. Sandra had been looking at that hair her whole life. She knew every inch of it…and it was part of her , not Karen. She had taken great pride in it and Sandra had put more time into the caring of it than anything else. The bitch had made a wig from her hair! Sandra lost control and began screaming obscenities, but as she watched Karen walk over and grab the cattle prod, she managed to get herself under control and resumed her kneeling position. “That's better.” Karen said as she reached up and pulled off her new wig walking over to where Sandra knelt and placed it on her baldhead, adjusting it slightly to look more natural. “When you're good I'll let you wear it.” Karen grabbed the wig back, placed it on her own head, and adjusted it in the mirror. “I look just like you!” She then stood closer to Sandra, spread her legs, grabbed Sandra's baldhead and forced it into her wet hairy bush. “Lick it.”
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