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Julie had a wonderful time on her third date. She brought him home without realizing she left out her guillotine gift from Wanda. She was relieved it didn’t scare him off - in fact, it opened a conversation about body magic and temporary modification. The thread of words between them wove a path to her chopping her own head off with a Sonic Knife.

At the time, her head and body worked together. She held her head in her lap as they talked on. As time passed, Julie remarked that it was getting late - she wished they could keep talking. He jokingly suggested bringing her head home with him for the night. Her answer wasn’t a yes, but wasn’t no; she said it would be distracting to control her body with her head so far away. That’s when he pulled out a small circular cloth and handed it to her.

”Put this on your neck and see how you feel about it.”

Julie wedged her head between her legs and tits, then reached up with the cap. Within a second of slipping the cap down snug on her neck stump, she lost all feeling in her body (and her body lost all feeling of her head). She quickly lifted it off and the connection was immediately restored.

”Well? What do you say?”

Julie thought about it. She looked up at him. A sultry smirk crossed her face. She reached back up to her neck and jammed the cap back on it. With her headless body out of her control, Julie felt her hands grab her head and lift her up towards where he was.

”Take me with you tonight.”

He took her head. Julie stood up. Blindness be damned, she guided him out of her room and to the front door. With a ruffle of her severed head’s hair and a wave, she closed her front door on him (and herself).

Julie, deftly decapitated, sauntered her way back into her room. Her hands played with the cap on her stump in giddy touches. She sat down again. Stretching and swaying, she fantasized about what her head would go through tonight. It took some time for the lust to wear down and for worried thoughts to interrupt, but she never went as far as to take the cap off that evening.

He would bring her head back. Sure he would. I mean, it’s not like she needed one, but it would still be nice, right?

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Julie had a wonderful time on her third date. She brought him home without realizing she left out her guillotine gift from Wanda. She was relieved it didn’t scare him off - in fact, it opened a conversation about body magic and temporary modification. The thread of words between them wove a path to her chopping her own head off with a Sonic Knife.

At the time, her head and body worked together. She held her head in her lap as they talked on. As time passed, Julie remarked that it was getting late - she wished they could keep talking. He jokingly suggested bringing her head home with him for the night. Her answer wasn’t a yes, but wasn’t no; she said it would be distracting to control her body with her head so far away. That’s when he pulled out a small circular cloth and handed it to her.

”Put this on your neck and see how you feel about it.”

Julie wedged her head between her legs and tits, then reached up with the cap. Within a second of slipping the cap down snug on her neck stump, she lost all feeling in her body (and her body lost all feeling of her head). She quickly lifted it off and the connection was immediately restored.

”Well? What do you say?”

Julie thought about it. She looked up at him. A sultry smirk crossed her face. She reached back up to her neck and jammed the cap back on it. With her headless body out of her control, Julie felt her hands grab her head and lift her up towards where he was.

”Take me with you tonight.”

He took her head. Julie stood up. Blindness be damned, she guided him out of her room and to the front door. With a ruffle of her severed head’s hair and a wave, she closed her front door on him (and herself).

Julie, deftly decapitated, sauntered her way back into her room. Her hands played with the cap on her stump in giddy touches. She sat down again. Stretching and swaying, she fantasized about what her head would go through tonight. It took some time for the lust to wear down and for worried thoughts to interrupt, but she never went as far as to take the cap off that evening.

He would bring her head back. Sure he would. I mean, it’s not like she needed one, but it would still be nice, right?

————

Thanks to all of you who support my Patreon - up to 40 members! $3 a month, get these images months in advance. Patreon.com/LackingCPU