whynotshaveme
Initial notes: After the horrifying success of our first trial, where, with the aid of the device, we convinced five people to shave their heads, in addition to other debasements, I wanted to end the experiment entirely. Destroy the machine and never speak of it again. Due to the nature of our funding, however, the university insisted on at least follow-up visits one year later with our original subjects. They also insisted that I bring the barber with me to see if he provoked a reaction in them. Without being asked, the barber brought his tools in a large leather bag.
Notes On The Visit To Subject A: Subject A had graduated with honors and a job offer at a prestigious hedge fund. Considering what happened during his initial session, I was surprised that he agreed to see me and the barber. My grad student described him as “eager”. We needed to travel to his apartment in the city. The barber remained silent during the whole drive.
When A answered the door wearing just a robe and his head of golden curls, I should have known that scientific discussion wasn’t the source of his eagerness. After he offered us something to drink, which I turned down, for both myself and the barber, who still didn’t speak, we all sat down on the living room set. It was unusually tasteful for a man in his twenties. I would later learn that it was chosen by his longtime girlfriend.
“I really enjoyed what happened during our last encounter,” he said, eyeing the barber’s leather bag, “Normally, I don’t care for any sort of gay stuff, but that was really hot, man.”
The barber arched his eyebrow. “If you liked it so much, then why did you let your hair grow, faggot?”
“I’m so sorry, sir. How can I make it up to you?”
“By letting me take care of that mop.”
Much to my horror, A removed his robe, revealing his large erect cock. The barber took the clippers out of his bag. He made A kneel before him. As I watched, he buzzed off his golden hair. Then he also took his eyebrows.
“You escaped the razor last time, faggot,” said A, “Not going to make that mistake again.”
A nodded. “Yes, sir, please shave this faggot completely bald.”
The barber lathered up A’s scalp and brows with that blue shaving gel that becomes foam. Then he used a BIC to shave him smooth. After he wiped off the foam, he told A to jack off. That’s how we left him, bald, covered in his own hair, and jacking off.
Notes On The Visit To Subject B: Subject B did not allow a follow-up visit. According to my grad student, she said, “I cannot trust myself to behave around the barber.” Then she hung up.
Notes On The Visit To Subject C: Subject C graduated and moved to the city. We saw her the same day as Subject A. She lived in a small apartment with her new girlfriend. The girlfriend, a tall Asian woman in her twenties with long black hair, almost to her knees, opened the door. C was waiting on the couch, completely naked, except for tall black boots, and still totally bald from head to toe.
C said to her girlfriend, “Tell him what you told me.”
The girlfriend smiled at the barber. “After C told me the story of her first headshave, I have fantasized about letting you shave mine. It’s a sign that you’re here now. I am meant to be bald. Please do me the honors of shaving me, sir.”
The barber ran his fingers across C’s smooth head, which made her shiver with delight. “What an offering you have given me. I would be honored to shave your bitch as smooth as you. Though you need to promise that you will both stay bald.”
“I promise,” cooed C.
C’s girlfriend plopped a chair in the center of their living room. She stripped naked, except for the beautiful hair covering her like Lady Godiva. The barber instructed C to brush her girlfriend’s hair and section it off in three different ponytails. She obeyed. Once she finished, the barber had her kneel down and eat out her girlfriend as he harvested those thick ponytails with his shears. I almost threw up in my mouth as I watched him hack them off. He laid them one by one on a nearby table. Then he took out his clippers. He roughly buzzed off the ragged mess left on C’s girlfriend’s head. He also took her eyebrows.
“Poor thing,” he said, rubbing her buzzed head as she climaxed from her girlfriend’s tongue, “such a slave to your pleasure that you will sacrifice everything and anything to it, including your former beauty.”
“Yes, I am. Nothing else matters but my pleasure. My beauty wasn’t going to last anyways. Why not give it up on my terms? Please shave me smooth, barber, so we can be a matching pair,” said the girlfriend, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Laughing, the barber smeared shaving cream over her scalp and brows and shaved her smooth. Soon the poor girl was as bald as C. Once the barber finished with C’s girlfriend, C kissed her. Then she licked her head.
The barber handed one of the ponytails to C. “Use this to wipe her clean.”
Smiling, C had her girlfriend spread her legs, so she could wipe her cunt with that beautiful hair.
Notes On The Visit To Subject D: Subject D was still a student at the university. At his insistence, we met at a local cafe, not his dorm room. By then, his black hair had grown back to its former popstar floppiness. The barber looked displeased, which made the boy blush.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” said D, “My mother made me grow my hair back.”
“Did she not remember that you’re crawling with lice?” asked the barber sternly.
The boy got redder. “We can go back to my dorm, so you can shave me as punishment for being so dirty, sir.”
The barber shook his head. He had me pay the bill at the cafe, and then we walked to a nearby tattoo and piercing shop. After he spoke to the only employee, a rat-faced gentleman, he had D sit down his chair. D got the barber’s usual treatment, a complete head and brow shave. Then he had him remove his pants to shave his genitals. D was hard rock by this time. Once he finished, he waved over the tattoo artist.
“Look at that big dick,” said the tattoo artist, picking up his needle, “I’m going tattoo ‘DECONTAMINATED’ right above it and then give you a nice Prince Albert.”
D thanked him, with tears in his eyes.
Notes On The Visit To Subject E: We visited E in her stately home off campus that she shared with her husband, another professor at the university. By then, her grey hair had grown back to a respectable pixie cut. The barber insisted on bringing along his friend the tattoo artist for this visit. Even though I felt sick remembering what they did to D, even if he was a willing victim, I almost said no. Needing the barber, for the reasons discussed earlier, however, I didn’t follow through. I just stayed silent.
E’s husband opened the door. He greeted the barber and the tattoo artist like they were old friends. For some reason, he ignored me. Perhaps because we were colleagues. He lead us to his wife, waiting naked and bound to a chair in the middle of their living. There was tape over her mouth as well.
“Since your experiment last year, we’ve been experimenting with BDSM. She’s been like this all day. We’re both curious to see what humiliations you will visit upon her today,” said E’s husband, setting down nearby to watch.
The barber laughed. Then he pulled out his clippers. Instead of just shaving E bald, he gave her a super high bowl cut. Everything below the tops of her ears was shaved smooth. Once he finished shaving the sides of her head, he shaped the remaining hair with scissors.
E’s husband inspected the barber’s work. “I like where you’re going, sir,” he said, “but how ’bout shaving the top of its head? Give it a monk’s style.”
The barber laughed again. “You’re the client.” Then he fished his clippers out of his bag again.
Once he finished with E’s tonsure, the tattoo stylist tattooed “SLAVE” across her chest and then pierced both her nipples. E’s husband looked pleased with the final results. He thanked the barber and the tattoo artist for their work. Then he asked for us to leave. We could hear their moans of pleasure as we left their house.
Conclusion: It is dangerous when a society allows its members freedom from shame. The device changes people forever. In a bad way. It gives them an excuse to abandon any sense of decency. Our research should not continue.
