Snapping the scissors in her face he smiled. “Lets start with the back, shall we?” With that rhetorical question, he stepped behind her and simply started slicing off her silky air. It had reached almost to the small of her back. As he finished he looked at all the hair on the floor. Now it only reached the top of her collar.
Looking at her he said, “Now that was easy, let's try the front. I am afraid I don't know what I am doing. So I am going to let you.” Looking her in the eyes he commanded, “Take these nto the bathroom and cut off as much as you can.” Kyle watched as Jill walked to the nice large bathroom and start cutting her bangs and then the top of her head. It was an awful job, but that was the point. What was left was an uneven, short clump of hair. The sides were similarly awful.
Looking down her body it came to her crotch. “You can't have hair down there if you don't have any up on your head. Shave your pussy hair, all of it.” Kyle watched as she did so and a few minutes later it was nice and smooth.
“I will be a nice guy. Walk to the bedroom and lay down, face up.” Jill walked out of the bathroom to her bedroom. She knew what was coming, but she couldn't help herself. Maybe you should just give in a little voice in her said. No, she thought back, she couldn't. Yes, you can. The debate in her vice ended as she laid back on her bed.
Kissing her gently on the lips, he said, “Masturbate.”
Jill found her left had start to rub her breast. Two of her right hand fingers made their way into her slit and began a rapid, rhythmic, thrusting. Her left hand made its way to her harding nipple and began pinching it. With a small moan Jill put a third finger into herself and started moving them faster and faster, breathing doing the same. Her left hand gave her breast one last squeeze and then move down to her pussy and began teasing her clit with those fingers. Jill was heavily panting now. With two more fast thrusts she gave a long, low moan and simply slumped down in exhaustion and euphoria.
Walking up to her, Kyle said, “Nice performance. Maybe next time we can get it on camera.” Looking at his ex-girlfriend he said, “Lay there and relax. You can move a bit but can't leave the bed.” At that command he walked into the kitchen and found the trash bags under the sink. He grabbed three and walked back to the bedroom.
Jill watched as her tormentor entered the room with what looked like large kitchen bags. He tossed him at her and said, “Get off the bed and start putting your clothes into these.” Jill found herself opening a bag and walking over to her dresser. He wasn't kidding about my clothes she thought to herself as the tears started back up. Before she knew it she began throwing socks and panties in the first bag.
By the time Jill was done throwing out her clothes, Kyle had to get two more bags from the kitchen. There was Jill, tears rolling down her cum splattered face, her hair a terrible wreck, and standing in an expensive suit that was turned into a bimbo outfit. Around her were bags of clothes that she was going to take to a dump in a car she would sell.
But should I do something else first? He wondered, as she looked her over.
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