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Karla receives a strange visit of Marylou in the Brainwashing Room where Karla lives without sense of day and night.
“Karla, since we are in agreement that you want me to be tougher with you, let me try to surprise you, so I go with the first ... because I have realized that you are a rebellious slave, with a stubborn character in reality, I´ll have to tame and break you based on constant humiliation and degradation. That is why I have placed your naked body on your knees in front of me, and with an iron ring around your neck whose ends grow the size of your arms, so you have your hands at both ends, immobilized, so that you can’t put them in and prevent what I will do with you… Yes, I think Karla, you have earned your punishment for being rebellious and capricious, I will surely have an unexpected punishment from Marylou. "As it will take a while, you have the right to come closer, rest your face on my breasts and, if you wish, kiss them, suck them, suck them as a consolation for your punishment," Marylou tells me.
I see her breasts so close to me, so close to my mouth that I feel an irrepressible desire to adore them at this moment; They are not as big as mine but I am crazy about them, for kissing them. At that moment I hear a machine start up and Marylou's hand approaches me. I see that she is holding a barber's hair clipper without a comb.
I am suddenly filled with terror, Marylou is going to do something with my hair, which I take care of every night and every dawn, combing it with love. No, no, I yell at her and shake my head at a multiple No. Several times.
Marylou grabs the hair behind my neck and holds it firmly avoiding NO movements and she slaps me hard, dry: “Shut up, you damn worm, you are so little that you cannot deny yourself; little by little your stubborn refusals will end when I completely break your will. You have no idea what it's like to be a lesbian slave, poor asshole ”, Marylou yells at my face and then she spits in my face for the first time since we met.
The machine slammed into the middle of my forehead with a terrifying buzz and burrowed its way deep into the middle of my head. Marylou picks up my big lock of hair and shows it to my face. There it is, it's not a lie, she's shaving me for the first time in my life, worse than a bitch, worse than a sheep. I have a terrible desire to cry. Marylou is disfiguring me, her will is taking away from me a part of my beauty for which I am admired: my hair, my hair, my hair, I sob, shaking with my tears.
I can't take it anymore, I know what's coming, I lean my forehead, my face against her chest and instinctively I take one of her nipples and start sucking it like a baby who wants protection from the world. The machine buzzes louder and louder, its noise tormenting my ears like in a sound hell as I feel it slice my hair down to the roots, falling onto my shoulders, part of my arms, and down my back. I keep sucking her breasts looking for a refuge, an escape from this horrible humiliation that Marylou imposes on me.
Surely she thought about it for days or weeks because she has completely surprised me, I never expected such a wild discipline. One of her hands grips me by the neck while the other guides the machine to my neck, the last point left to destroy. She takes her time and moves from the birth of my neck up and I feel the last bits of my hair slide down my back to the floor as they fall on my calves as I continue to kneel before my cold Executioner.
“Well Karla, you are already shaved, your beautiful hair is scattered on the floor, but something is still missing. I'm going to shave you, ”says Marylou, almost singing happily while she smiles. She had everything ready and she takes out shaving cream and she puts it on my bare skull for the first time since I was born. And one of those machines that men use to shave, she slowly takes it out of her packaging and, all in front of my eyes, she admires it. "They say this razor is the best, for closer shaves, that do not damage the skin," says Marylou.
"And while I'm shaving your head, let me tell you what's going to happen to you," Marylou laughs, with full control of my head because I've stopped fighting. “You are bald because you are already a lesbian slave without will, totally subject to whatever your Goddess of Darkness and her friends want. You can't go home like this, you can't go to work like this, so I will give you a wig identical to your hair at the end. I want your humiliation to be intimate, personal, with a few women who witness your profound degradation”, says Mistress Marylou.
“I want no one to realize what happened to you, but that in your most intimate moments alone or as a slave who serves your Mistress and Ladies, you feel a disgusting shame of yourself. Shame, unbearable, because every night when you take off your wig you will see your beauty devastated and you will feel that your face burns with shame, with bottomless humiliation. And when you get up at dawn and put it on again, you will see your skull shaved and you will understand that you yourself caused your punishment because you’re capricious, stubborn and rebellious. Twice a day you will accept your fate as a whore, you shit, shit from the ass of the cheapest whore, and your mind will be undermined until you accept that you are the most submissive girl in town", Marylou tells me with a cold, cutting voice like ice, almost inhuman.
“But not only that, for you to have hair the length you had, it will take a year and a half if you are lucky, or two. In that time, you will experience the anxiety of questions every day after I release you from your Brainwashing Room here. The day will come soon when you will have hair the length of a boy your age and will finally put down the unbearable wig. But they will see you at home and at work. You will tell them that you decided to cut it off like this for a radical change in your life (and if they only knew the change is more profound, you disgusting worm who cannot handle your uncontrollable sexual desire for women who dominate and tear you to pieces, you stupid slobbering cow)”, insists Mistress Marylou.
"You will feel like a vomiting cockroach that crawls when in the corridors of your work you see how the men look at you suspiciously (those do not matter), but the women will let loose such malicious gossip about you, and all the girls stop talking when you pass in front of them, but you’ll see the laughter contained in their eyes making fun of your appearance because of your hair, in a brutal humiliation that will be repeated every day for at least a year. Can you bear it, you mental moron, you weak garbage that blows the wind, you piece of bitch shit that everyone walks on cursing her?"
“They will think that perhaps you have already decided to come out of the closet because you are not known to meet a man and you are very shy and professional. Women will laugh behind your back wondering if you are bisexual or lesbian until they forget about it when your hair is already normal, you dress super feminine and, of course, then they’ll hate you like before because of your beautiful natural body. But didn't you want all this, fucksow Karla, wasn't it the desire of your mind and heart? ”, Marylou told me in her ear, with that sensual voice that makes me shudder when she uses it with me.
"And look how I got wet while cutting your hair," she tells me and, leaving the razor aside, takes the fingers of her left hand to her pussy and puts them in, filling them with moisture, and then those of the right. With ten fingers already wet, "I will smear your first shampoo with my fluids", and she proceeds to smear my entire skull with her liquid grool intimacy, which does not burn me, but gives me a contradictory feeling: on the one hand, I know that she makes a dreadful mockery of my submission, on the other hand, warms me up as it has seldom happened to me in my life.
There is something terribly dark and sensual about the sensation of her grool intimacy that lubricates my ravaged head. She leaves a little on the fingers of her left hand and smears my lips with her deepest grool flow, she gives me a wild, rough, possessive kiss not only on my mouth but of my soul. As I feel its hot and sweet taste in my mouth after my dreadful humiliation, I know, with frightening clarity, that I am crazy with passion for this awesome teen Marylou.
“Now, I take off the metal necklace and release your hands. You are free to do whatever you want with them. But I want my pleasure, so lower your head and I will place my pussy on your lubricated skull. I'm going to masturbate with it until I cum and I'll smear your head more on the way, ”says Marylou.
I lower my head and feel the warmth of her labia and the burning start of her pussy on my shaved skull. She begins to move back and forth and I feel her intimate warmth on the crown of my head. I can't take it anymore and break down completely so, by sheer instinct, I adapt myself to her rhythm and follow her. I myself collaborate in my degradation by rubbing my skull against her seething vagina of my own free will.
She notices it, while I hug her adorable thighs. She takes the sides of my head firmly and we rub ourselves without losing a single movement, sealing with our skins this new perversion that she shows me and that will be mine forever. I feel her shake, tremble and finally bend over onto my back in a kinky orgasm because she denies mine for my miserable body that is still burning.
But Marylou sees how I implore her with my eyes and my tears to finally let me come, and with her sarcastic smile full of contempt for my lesbian submission she puts four fingers inside my pussy and her thumb in my asterisk, in my anus, like if I were a depraved bowling ball for our passionate game between women.
Her five fingers move frantically inside my belly: "conchuda, useless cock, cheap whore, whore, infect worm, corrupt whore, you are so little that you deserve to be trampled, used over and over again because you are worth nothing, nothing at all , piece of disposable meat after using you, that you only deserve to wallow in rotten garbage while begging for sex with another woman, any woman ”.
And as I come, she sticks her fingers out and standing up, she pees on my shaved head: a long, slow, warm, powerful yellow stream that runs all over my body, from head to toe, as I whimper in an endless orgasm of abject submission because I know, deep down, that I am crazy with desire and maybe love for Marylou.
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