"About you having a shaved head or me shaving it?"
"Either. Both. What do you think?"
"I think it's a great idea."
I had to laugh. Of course I thought it was a good idea. Shaved heads are sexy.
I told him to get in my large, garden tub. He stripped, stepped in and knelt without my asking. I smiled at his submissiveness, sat on the edge of the tub and grabbed the clippers. I must have been grinning.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"Yep," I said, the clippers rattling to life in my hand. He bowed his head.
I pushed the clippers through his soft hair watching it part from his scalp and scatter to the bottom of the tub. I'd never shaved someone's head before but I wasn't scared.
When I paused to remove the clipper guard, he leaned over and pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh. I laughed softly and ran my palm over his closely shorn scalp. He moaned and pushed his head into my hand like a cat wanting to be petted.
"You want to see how it looks now?" It was short but not shaved. I wanted to give him one last chance to back out.
"No. Do you like it?"
"Yeah. Do you still want to shave it all the way?"
"Ok, let's do it."
I used the clippers all over. His hair was as short as it could be without a razor. I turned on the faucet, warming the water, and then used the hand held shower massager to rinse away the hair I'd just cut.
I handed him the hand held shower massager and then I reached for my honey mango shaving cream.
"Have I ever told you about this shaving cream?" I asked as I squeezed a dollop into my palm.
"No, I don't think so."
"It actually makes good lube." I said, slowly rubbing the cream into his scalp.
"Yes. My first girlfriend and I once used it to play in the bath tub. And then afterwards, she used it to masturbate because it reminded her of me."
"Mmmmm," he moaned. Was it because he was thinking of me with her or was it because I was rubbing his head? I couldn't tell.
I picked up a pink razor and began the final step to giving him a gloriously shaved head. As I shaved his head, he bathed my legs and feet with warm water, his hands following the water with loving caresses. It felt wonderful and was more than a little distracting. Still, I managed to shave his head without nicking his skin.
I used the razor on his scalp from multiple angles, my palm following my strokes trying to detect anything I'd missed. Finally, when I was through, I took the hand held shower massager from him and began to rinse his scalp.
He lifted his head and looked up at me through the water rolling down his face, eyelashes damp and dark around his big brown eyes that were as full of submission, as sexy as they'd ever been when he had hair.