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Honeymoon (Part 3 of 3) by Jack

I entered the grand lobby of our hotel. Did the receptionist notice I had left with thick, slightly messy dark hair and was returning virtually bald. Did she even know it was me from room 209? As I ascended the staircase, I glanced at my phone and saw 6 likes of my instagram story showing my stricken hair on the floor. 2 messages too. A friend from work had messaged "show meeeeee!". She would have to wait. A friend of Sophie's had sent "are you bald again??". I wonder if Sophie had told him how she didn't like my head shaved? Too late now.

I unlocked our room to find it empty. But it wasn't quite the same. It was slightly eery, I can't explain why. I noticed immediately some rubbish in the floor. A paper carrier bag with "McLean Stationery" printed on the side. Coming from the bag was a receipt and some plastic packaging. I noticed the torn packet said "Multipurpose Scissors" at the top. Weird.

"Sophie!" I called. No answer. The bathroom jaw was open ajar so I went to check in there. Maybe she was asleep in the bath?

She was not in the bathroom.

But I glanced down and gasped.

There was a chair placed in the centre of the bathroom. There were a pair of scissors on the chair. Surrounding this was a circle of long, dark hair. It felt like mountains. It made what I experienced earlier seem amateurish. Long locks were just sat there, they must have been 8 inches long. What...

I sensed someone by the door. I turned around and my jaw dropped. "I love the new haircut" said Sophie, slowly walking towards me in her silk dressing gown, staring at my scalp. But it could have been me saying it to her. I felt unable to speak as I stared at her. The hair she had grown out for our wedding was gone. In its place, a punishingly short bob. Her dark hair was wet, and it stopped at her chin. The last time I saw her, it reached her boobs.

"I... Erm... Glad you like mine... but... what?" I stuttered. "Oh this?" She giggled. "It was spur of the moment. I couldn't let you have ALL the fun with your hair." I was still stunned. "You look beautiful. I've never seen your hair this short!" I blurted out. Sophie laughed. "I'm glad you like it, and it's never been this short. I can't remember the last time I had a haircut that wasn't shoulder length. I just wanted to change it and figured you may like it. And when I started cutting I couldn't stop" she smiled. "Ooh, almost couldn't stop" she said.

Sophie shook her head and adjusted her gown. She revealed one single lock of hair at the front of her hair which had dodged her scissors. It cascade down her front whilst the rest of her was a uniform length framing her stunning face. She reached down and handed me the scissors. "I saved a bit for you. Thought you might like it" she grinned. I smiled back. Sophie reached out and rubbed my stubbly head as I pulled the stray hair down and snipped it, leaving her with a perfectly neat bob all around. "Done" I grinned as I held all 8 inches that I had chopped from her hair. "You look so good" I said, leaning in to kiss her. "So do you" she replied "it's a shame really..."

I pulled away. "Huh? What do you mean? Did you think I wouldn't look good and you wanted to say 'I told you so'?" I asked. "Oh it's not that" Sophie said, stepping backwards. "I left that hair for you so we could say we cut each other's hair today. I thought it would be nice"

I was confused. "But we haven't?" I said.

Sophie's face changed to one of intensity. "We haven't" she grinned "yet".

"Sit down" she said, loosening her gown.

"What?" I said, nervously.

"Sit down and take your top off. Now" she instructed. And she meant it.

What on earth was happening? I followed her instructions. I took my top off nervously, as she dropped her gown to reveal her nude body, freshly shaven from neck to toe. She was gorgeous. The shorter hair added to this. Her body had distracted me from the confusion, as she walked to the sink basin which was full of water. I hadn't noticed this. She unzipped a small bag. "What are you doing Soph?" I asked.

She was silent.

But she answered.

Out of the bag she pulled a razor and a bottle of foaming shave cream.

"What..." I was stunned. We had never spoken about this. I suddenly felt weak, like I had melted into the chair. I was proud to get rid of the long clumps of hair that covered my head half an hour earlier. Now I was in a battle to keep the tiny amount I had left on my head. "Sophie I don't know about doin-" I was interrupted. "Shut up. We're doing this. Now take your pants off" she was firm. I'd never seen her like this. Her short hair had unlocked a new layer of personality.

I reluctantly followed her instructions, standing to take off what I was westing still to reveal my throbbing penis, dripping with precum.

Sophie smiled and stroked it once. "Now sit again like a good boy" she instructed. I followed. "Sophie I just don't know if I want to-" again I was interrupted. "If you complain one more time you're losing an eyebrow too. Understand?" I nodded. I felt powerless, sat, surrounded by the long strands of her hair.

She opened the bottle of shaving cream and squeezed a huge pile onto her damp hands. She rubbed them together, and slapped her palms onto my stubbled head. She rubbed intensely for 20 seconds and stopped. This was torture. There was no mirror, but I could feel every inch of my head was covered with the cream. My penis continued to throb. I didn't know how to feel.

Sophie turned and grabbed a razor. She looked at me. "You're ready" she said. It wasn't a question. I swallowed as she moved the razor in.

The scraping back sound is stuck in my memory now. I couldn't see what was happening. Unlike my earlier haircut I couldn't see or fee any hair falling. Just the slight sting as she pulled back another strip of hair.

The room was silent as she concentrated, only broken when she turned to wash the excess cream and hair from the razor. She continued this ritual over the entire top of my head. Moments ago I was wrestling to keep my hair. Now I was internally begging she did this to my whole had, rather than leaving the sides to humiliate me.

She showed mercy. She scraped her razor down to where my sideburns were and continued. There was a slight sting that emerged from my scalp, as the cool air began to cover the freshly revealed skin.

5 minutes passed of her carefully repeating the process. Scrape, scrape, scrape. Wash. Scrape, scrape, scrape.

She reached the side of my head and stopped. Sophie ran her hand over my slippery head and said "I think we're done". I was shaking. I could barely stand. Sophie walked to the shower and turned it on. She returned to me, still sat frozen in the chair she had prepared for this ritual. She knelt, and started sucking my penis for a few seconds. "I hope you liked that" she said, before grabbing my hand and dragging me from my seat.

She pushed me into to the shower, before following me in and shutting the door. The water was almost painful, a slight sting in some places of my head and a bizarre tingling all over, as my bare scalp felt water for the first time. Sophie helped rinse the excess shaving cream from my head, revealing what I assumed to be a bare scalp. I still hadn't seen myself. Sophie had though, she smiled, and ran one hand over my smooth head whilst her other was used for fingering herself. She pulled me in for a kiss, deep and passionate. Her hand pushing the back of my bald head in. My hand around her neck, for the first time ever with no hair brushing my hand.

Sophie span around and leant forwards. Instantly, I entered her. It was deep. So deep. Water continued to hit our skin as we f***ed. This was just like last year. She buzzed me, we went in the shower and we f***ed so hard. I was in heaven. Sophie moaned as the orgasm arrived, and I wasn't far behind, filling her with my cum. She turned and kissed me weak kneed. The shower continued for a few minutes before falling silent. Steam filled the air. We stepped out of the shower, dodging Sophie's chopped hair on the floor. I glanced at the basin which had drained and it was covered with a film of my 3mm hair which had been shaved from my scalp moments ago.

We dried each other, Sophie taking great pleasure in rubbing the towel over my head. I reached up and touched my bald, clean, smooth head. It was incredible. I rubbed both hands over my naked scalp as I walked into the main hotel room.

And then I saw myself. In the full length mirror. Naked. Hairless. I got closer to the mirror, flabbergasted and again rubbed my smooth head. There was no resistance. No stubble. It was gone. I didn't want this. But it was here. I had no choice. My emotions swung backwards and forwards before I realised: this was perfect. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully naked too, and placed her hand on my bald scalp. Her wedding ring felt odd on my skin as she rubbed. With her right hand, she twizzled her new chin length bob. "I love you" she said "and I can't wait to spend every second with you"

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