Bi-Sexual Female / 24
When I was 17, I got chatting to an older man on Facebook. He was clearly interested in me in a sexual way but despite 16 being the legal age he insisted we wait until I was 18 until we met up. But over the year we really got to know each other and he opened up about his fetishes and how his ex wife left him because of them.
On my 18th birthday I got a message saying "Happy Birthday beautiful, I know you're an angel but if you want to commit some sins, come see me. I'll pay you very well." I was intriguied. I was young and poor but wasn't going to sell myself for sex, so I replied saying thanks but no thanks as I am not a whore. He said I had misunderstood and that he didn't want sex with me. He wanted me to act out one of his fetish scenes and he would reward me for it, but swore that there would be no actual intercourse. The fetish he wanted to indulge was female headshaving. He gave me £150 up front, and said he'd give me the rest once I complied.
I headed round to his place where he explained what he wanted to do and offered me the chance to back out. I said no lets do it. He led me upstairs into a room that had only a camera set up and a chair. He pressed record on the camera and ordered me to strip to my underwear. I obliged, I was extremely attracted to the man and his powerful nature. I wanted to impress him so I took my bra off and then slid my thong off. He looked impressed and ordered me to sit. He then came round the back of me and bound my hands behind me to the back of the chair, then swiftly left the room.
He came back in after what seemed an eternity. He was holding a pair of expensive looking hair clippers. He looked my naked, vulnerable up and down and said "last chance to back out? Once these are plugged in there's going back." I nodded and he proceeded. He circled to my back and turned the clippers on next to me ear. The sharp buzzing sound turned me on. He ran his strong hands through my long luscious hair before running the clippers straight down the middle of my head. I felt my locks fall down my back he grinned and placed a hand full in my lap. I almost cried but I remembered I needed the money. He continued to shave away my hair and pile it on my lap. I felt so vulnerable and helpless as he stripped my pride away with each stroke of the clippers.
Once he had finished shaving my hair, he laughed and forced me to look I the mirror. I hated what was reflecting back at me. He untied me and ordered me to dress then meet him downstairs. I did so. I came down and he handed me an envelope. I left his house a new woman. On the bus home I counted the money, £500 exactly. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Probably.
On my 18th birthday I got a message saying "Happy Birthday beautiful, I know you're an angel but if you want to commit some sins, come see me. I'll pay you very well." I was intriguied. I was young and poor but wasn't going to sell myself for sex, so I replied saying thanks but no thanks as I am not a whore. He said I had misunderstood and that he didn't want sex with me. He wanted me to act out one of his fetish scenes and he would reward me for it, but swore that there would be no actual intercourse. The fetish he wanted to indulge was female headshaving. He gave me £150 up front, and said he'd give me the rest once I complied.
I headed round to his place where he explained what he wanted to do and offered me the chance to back out. I said no lets do it. He led me upstairs into a room that had only a camera set up and a chair. He pressed record on the camera and ordered me to strip to my underwear. I obliged, I was extremely attracted to the man and his powerful nature. I wanted to impress him so I took my bra off and then slid my thong off. He looked impressed and ordered me to sit. He then came round the back of me and bound my hands behind me to the back of the chair, then swiftly left the room.
He came back in after what seemed an eternity. He was holding a pair of expensive looking hair clippers. He looked my naked, vulnerable up and down and said "last chance to back out? Once these are plugged in there's going back." I nodded and he proceeded. He circled to my back and turned the clippers on next to me ear. The sharp buzzing sound turned me on. He ran his strong hands through my long luscious hair before running the clippers straight down the middle of my head. I felt my locks fall down my back he grinned and placed a hand full in my lap. I almost cried but I remembered I needed the money. He continued to shave away my hair and pile it on my lap. I felt so vulnerable and helpless as he stripped my pride away with each stroke of the clippers.
Once he had finished shaving my hair, he laughed and forced me to look I the mirror. I hated what was reflecting back at me. He untied me and ordered me to dress then meet him downstairs. I did so. I came down and he handed me an envelope. I left his house a new woman. On the bus home I counted the money, £500 exactly. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Probably.
