(1/30/24) Going out

He told you that you belonged entirely to him, even your hair. So, he took it from you. To make sure you always remember who you belong to. It needed some adaptation, but you're used to it now, enjoy it even. No more expensive hairdo, just a clipper. No more cum in the hair, just on your bald scalp. A good **** doesn't need hairs, you learned it, and, now, you agree to it.