Maddie and Me: Haircut Day (F/f, body mod, consent unclear)

It had been a rough Monday.

I was tired and sore and late for my first class because I'd been up all night playing explorer with my friend Maddie, and she hadn't explored gently. Lunch saw a huge fight with my friend Alex because he'd had hopes we were going to be a couple until I left him mid-threesome. Then I'd discovered I only had until this Friday to finish my term paper on Hawthorne, not next Friday.

After the fight with Alex over lunch, I skipped my usual haunts and ate dinner alone.

BY the time I got back to my dorm room it was only eight-thirty but I was ready to go to bed. If life was a game, it was a game I was losing. I just wanted to go to bed before the day got any worse.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

"Is that you, babe?" It was Maddie, my roommate. She'd been part of that threesome with Alex, the dominant part, and how. We'd fucked like rabbits, she'd tied me up for some of her favorite bondage fantasies and then we'd fucked some more. Now I didn't know if we were roommates with a secret, officially girlfriends, or something else.

"It's me."

I'd tried not to think of her all day, but as I looked at her now, I couldn't remember why. Maddie wasn't any bigger than me, and she was dressed in ordinary denim pants and a Witherspoon U sweatshirt; but she was stunning to look at, with blond hair she had dyed green and purple, soft gray eyes, and a presence that I could feel pressing on me. I wanted to run to her. I wanted to crawl.

She got straight to the point.

"Do me a favor and take off your clothes, Yvonne," she said. “I have a surprise for you.”

It was hard to resist an offer like that. My body obeyed before my brain could catch up. Shirt, bra, jeans, panties — they fell to the floor in a trail of surrender as I approached Maddie. I arrived in front of her naked, my heart pounding and my flesh already prickling under her gaze.

She wheeled the old desk chair into the middle of the room and placed it her side next to a table with a few odds and ends on it: some wooden clothespins, a roll of tape, and a black nylon bag. And a vibrator.

"You look like an executioner waiting for a volunteer."

"Is that so?"

"It is." I thought of the fight I'd just had with Alex, and what he'd said about being in love, versus being in lust and how I was confusing the two, and thought first *Well, fuck him*, and then thought, *Wait, I already did that.* "I volunteer as tribute."

"I'm glad to hear it." She held out a vibrator with Velcro straps attached so I could fasten it to my thigh. "Put this on, then have a seat."

And that’s when the real fun began.

I already knew from past experience that Maddie was gifted at ropework, and she didn't disappoint. She moved quickly, tying my ankles wide to the chair legs, then my wrists to the arms of the chair. I wriggled instinctively and the chair creaked, but the knots didn’t budge. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I started as the vibrator came on with an audible *click.*

"In a hurry to go somewhere, Mads? Most gals know the value of foreplay before they dive into the main event."

“Oh, we’re just getting started." She smiled sweetly, the way my cat, Mr. Snookums, used to smile when he would look at my mother's parakeets in their cage and listen to them sing. I could even see the tip of Maddie's tail as it swished back and forth.

I barely had time to process that before she produced a pair of wooden clothespins. I looked them in dread, wondering what she had planned. I didn't have long to wait. Maddie pinched one nipple between her fingers, rolled it until it was painfully erect, and then snapped a clothespin onto it.

"I didn’t realize today was laundry day," I said through clenched teeth.

She repeated the process on the other side, and this time I yelped. It was a sound that wasn't quite a word and wasn't quite a sob.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

I shook my head, no.

"Look at all these clothes on the floor." Maddie began picking them up and tossing them on the couch. First the shirt, then my bra, and then my pants. "What's the world coming to?"

"Kids these days," I huffed. "No sense of responsibility. I blame the parents."

Maddie crossed back over and kissed my forehead like I was a child, then held up my damp panties in front of my face. She was balling them up in one hand, her fingers toying with the fabric while she grinned.

“You really can't expect me to clean up after you,” she said sweetly. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

I opened my mouth and started to say something about *Maddie* looking like *maid,* but she was ready for me. She stuffed the balled-up panties in my mouth before I could finish a single syllable. The taste of myself flooded my mouth, and I groaned in humiliation.

“Shh, baby,” she said, and turned to the table where she was keeping her supplies. When she turned back, she was holding the roll of silver duct tape."You wouldn't want to say something you'll regret."

She giggled and tore off three strips of tape. The first strip she placed over my mouth, before smoothing it down and sealing the panties in tight. She crossed the second over the first, pressing harder. Then came the third, which she wrapped under my chin. The gag wasn't going anywhere.

"You look so good when you can't argue, What do you think?" she asked. I gave all I had to break loose and unleash my inner Karen on Maddie. I squirmed as hard as I could and made as much noise as possible. It was a wasted effort; even I couldn't tell what I was saying, and Maddie had her own way of understanding the situation. "Oh good, I'm glad you like it. You can thank me properly later."

And with that Maddie turned back to the table and reached into the mysterious black pouch. It held a pair of clippers, which she held directly in front of my face as she turned them on. The low buzz of the clippers joined the buzz of the vibrator in ominous harmony.

“Surprise!”

I suddenly understood why Maddie had taken care to gag me so thoroughly: She didn't want me to scream and draw the attention of other students in the dorm.

I screamed anyway, a loud noise that the gag turned into an inarticulate moan like we were filming "Yvonne and Maddie's Bondage Vacation" on PornHub, and Maddie just beamed at me. She gathered a fistful of my hair at the back of my head, kissed the crown like she was having an audience with the pope, and brought the clippers to the nape of my neck.

The first lock fell to the floor like a dead butterfly.

"You’ll thank me later." She said again, and I understood she was making a promise. Hair fell like rain onto my thighs, and I could feel my body beginning to respond to the vibrator. "Every time you see yourself, you’ll think of me."

A handful of hair floated past my ear as the orgasm built speed.

I squeezed my eyes shut as she worked, methodical and slow, stripping me of one of the last things that felt like mine. I'd liked my hair. I put time, effort and money into taking care of it; and yet — *God help me* — I didn't mind. I was soaking wet, helpless and gagged and trembling with the force of how much I wanted her and how much I was enjoying this new power over me.

When she finally finished, she turned off first the clippers and the vibrator. In the silence that Then, carefully, she took the clothespins from off my nipples and I swear I almost came again, screaming from sensation as the circulation was restored. In the silence that followed all I could hear was my own heavy breathing. I sat there, stripped inside and out.

"All done," Maddie said. "What do you think?"

She held up a mirror and my own hazel eyes stared back at me from an unfamiliar face. This strange face was flushed with desire that showed on the cheeks and through the downy vestiges of hair on the top and sides of the head. The woman in the mirror's lower face was covered with silver. She was owned and powerless, and that gave her the beauty of transfiguration.

I nodded in approval, and Maddie put the mirror down. She peeled the duct tape away slowly, savoring my every flinch; then she plucked the panties from my mouth and dropped them into my lap like a used rag.

"Now," she said, "tell me."

"Thank you, Maddie," I whispered. "Thank you for making me yours."

"And?"

"I love you. I love you so fucking much."

Maddie’s grin widened. She leaned forward and kissed me long and deep while I responded in kind. When she finally broke it off, she began to untie the ropes that held me to the chair.

"You’re gonna prove it, baby," she said. "We’ve got all night."