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She didn't like the dyke style so the barber had to fix it

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Gorgeous ✨ (Not my photo)

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❤️❤️❤️

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Back to my Chelsea again. Next time, taking it down to a zero, no attachments.

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When he entered the bar that night, his eyes scanned the room in search of the perfect babe to take home for a night of passion. His gaze landed on two beautiful blonde Goddesses sitting at a table, radiating an air of confidence and allure. Intrigued, he made his way over to them, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of what the night could bring.

As he approached the two women, they turned to look at him with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him. Without saying a word, they stood up and gestured for him to follow them. Entranced by their beauty, he couldn't resist and found himself willingly falling under their spell.

They led him through the bustling streets to a discreet salon hidden away from prying eyes. Once inside, they wasted no time in taking control, ordering him to strip down to his bare skin. Confused but unable to disobey, he complied, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation at what was to come.

The blonde Goddesses wasted no time in getting to work, shaving his head clean with precision and care. As he watched his reflection in the mirror, a sense of vulnerability washed over him, realizing that he was completely at their mercy. But instead of fear, he felt a strange sense of calm and acceptance.

With his head now smooth and bare, they moved on to other tasks, transforming him into their sissy slave. They dressed him in lacy lingerie, painting his nails a bright shade of red, piercing his ears for a set of hoop earrings, and placing a collar around his neck that marked him as their property. Despite his initial resistance, he found himself embracing his new role, eager to please his Mistresses in any way they desired.

As the night progressed, they began to push his boundaries further, introducing him to new experiences and sensations that both excited and terrified him. But with each passing moment, he found himself craving more, willing to do anything to please his Goddesses and earn their approval.

It wasn't long before they revealed their ultimate plan for him – to be sold at auction to the highest bidder, a fate that would see him becoming the owned property of a Master or Mistress. At first, the idea filled him with a sense of dread, but as they continued to exert their control over him, he came to realize that this was where he truly belonged.

In their hands, he found a sense of purpose and belonging that had always been missing from his life. They nurtured his submissive desires, guiding him down a path of self-discovery and acceptance that he had never thought possible.

As they concluded their work, they told him there was one last step. They would tattoo the word "sissy" on his forehead with a number underneath it that would forever be his slave number. He knew there would be no coming back from this. He nodded and said thank you Mistresses. For the first time, they smiled at him and began the tatoo.

And so, as the night drew to a close, and they led him to a cage where he would be kept until the auction, he willingly surrendered himself to his fate, ready to become nothing more than the disposable property of his dominant owner who would continue his training as their obedient sissy slave. With a heart full of gratitude and devotion, he knew that whatever lay ahead, he would face it with unwavering submission and obedience thanks to these blonde Goddesses.

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