Meanwhile, my hair has reached my shoulder-blades, a thick, shiny brown mass I just love to run my fingers through. At first, Goddess teaches me to braid this, in pigtails, a French plait, even a coiled little bun on the top of my head. But finally, she harnesses me up and drives me into town to visit a cosmetologist.
This is the most humiliating ordeal yet, but soon my hair is styled into the sexiest, sluttiest coif possible. I even have my eyebrows plucked. Indeed I’m so alluring that Goddess spends the rest of the afternoon and evening f*****g me so violently and endlessly that my mad humiliation fetish reaches its zenith. Amazed by my insatiable appetite, Goddess finally forces from me the fantasy that is driving my desperate arousal. And when I confess my mad need to be baptized by h
