To baldly go

Last Autumn I had the idea of shaving my hair for a cancer charity. It’s something I’d considered doing for some time but hadn’t had the courage to go through with. Then something made me change my mind and I bit the bullet. I was asked at the time if I would write my thoughts on how I felt about the subject and it’s taken until now to finally get round to it, sorry!

My emotions were running high when my partner got out the scissors, clippers and razor. My beloved Grandmother had passed away the day before and my head was swirling. He put plaits in my hair and cut those off initially so we could send them off to a charity that makes wigs for children with cancer. I was aware how ridiculous I looked and having weird looking hair was, in a way, humiliating.

He then started clipping my hair off in layers, gradually getting closer and closer to my scalp with each guard he put on the clippers. It was at this stage we thought it would be less messy if I just took my clothes off. Naked meant less bits of hair I’d need to brush and wash out of clothing.

It was as if a switch had been flicked. I’d gone from feeling a bit out of sorts to kneeling naked at his feet. My submissive nature had taken over. As he covered my head in shaving foam and used a razor to take the last of my hair off and I saw what I looked like in the mirror, I felt like me in a way I’d never felt before.

It was strange going out initially, I got a few looks and the odd comment but mostly people didn’t treat me any differently at all. I realised something else, I’d stopped hiding behind my hair. The birth mark on my forehead that I had always hidden was on full view and no-one noticed it. I could hold my head up high and just be who I am.

A couple of days after the shaving, I walked into the bathroom and something piqued my interest. I caught sight of someone attractive in the mirror, the small tits and the shaved head were hot and then I realised that someone was me. For that fleeting moment I saw myself as I’d never seen me before.

It made me look around at others a little more for a while too. Shaved heads on women aren’t that common, I think it goes against what society tells us is attractive. Although I believe there’s cultural differences too, there are definitely more women of colour with shaved heads than white women.

I started looking into it a bit more and I realised there is a whole kink out there for shaving women’s heads. Considering my reaction to it at the time I have no idea why it took so long for me to realise that. Not only that but most of the material out there regarding women with bald heads taps straight into my humiliation kink too.

I said at the time I really wanted him to cum on my head, whilst he did my hair had grown too long by that stage for me to actually feel it. It doesn’t stop at just men though, probably the strangest thoughts I’ve had so far is wondering how it would feel for a woman to rub her cunt over my bald head too. Also, whilst I’m not into piss play it does still feature in fantasies, those ones you know will never translate into something you’d do in real life but I’d imagine just how humiliating it would be to feel someone piss over my bald head.

These are not fantasies I’ve come to feel comfortable with yet, to me they still feel weird and embarrassing. I really didn’t expect I’d feel any of these things when I suggested shaving my hair for charity!

My hair has grown quite significantly now. So why don’t I keep it shaved you may ask. To be honest, if it were all down to me I would be tempted to do just that. However, I know my partner doesn’t find it a good look. Whilst he says i look surprisingly good with a shaved head, he prefers my hair longer. Whilst I’m not the sort of person who cares how someone thinks I should look I really want him to find me attractive!

So there we have it, my thoughts on shaving my head. Probably not quite how either you, nor I, expected this would go!