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Angry Headshave | Headshave 2022

Linda woke with a start, her heart racing and her cheeks moist with tears. Feeling the soft tear drops slowly running from her blue eyes, she sighed wearily to herself and sat up in her bed, the sheets falling away to reveal the gentle curve of her breasts. A flowing shock of platinum hair fell across her forehead and into her deep blue eyes. Tousled, luxuriously long hair fell around her shoulders in gentle ringlets and cascaded down her back, softly caressing the bed as she lounged on it. Linda wiped away a lingering tear and reached across the bed for a tissue from the nightstand. It was all just a bad dream, she thought to herself as she dabbed the tissue on her cheeks. No, it wasn’t just another bad dream. it was *the* dream — the one that had been plaguing her incessantly. ever since. Ron had ended their relationship. A tear trickled slowly down her alabaster cheek as she remembered it. as the hurt returned. It seemed like only yesterday, yet she knew it had been almost six months ago. Linda had no idea why it had ended; it had hit her like a lightning bolt out of the blue. He had ended it with little explication, with little justification. And more painfully, he had done it over the phone. It was hearing that coldly distant voice on the phone that night that had hurt the most — it was as if Ron had become some anonymous stranger to her. But it hadn’t ever been that way before — she knew him as well as she knew herself. She loved him with her very soul. But. he had as much as told her that he didn’t want to know her. Getting over him had not been easy, and the dreams were not helping her to heal. The dreams. no, they were nightmares, they were like some cruel trick played on her conscious mind by her subconscious. She couldn’t understand the whys of it, only that the nightmares came almost every night. And it was the same dream, replayed over and over and over and over again. .the night that he had broken her heart, crushed her spirit, wounded her very soul. It was a pain in her very soul that she was unsure would ever heal. Linda slowly rose from her bed and shivered involuntarily in the early morning chill. Grabbing a heavy terry cloth bathrobe from the foot of the bed, she wrapped it around herself and went over to shut an open window. Stifling the urge to yawn yet again, she padded into the adjoining bathroom, still feeling the sadness. As she wandered in, she felt a touch of anger. She always felt anger after the sadness. And that anger was always directed at Ron. It was his fault that she was hurt, it was his fault that she was sad all the time, and it was his fault that she was seemingly unable to pick up and go on with her life. It was all his fault, and that made her mad. “Stupid” she swore in a near whisper. She sometimes still felt the urge to call him — to scream her rage at him. But she hadn’t and she knew she never would. She didn’t really want to talk to him, anyway. She only wanted to hurt him back, the way he had hurt her, but there was nothing she could say to him now. there was nothing she wanted to say to him. The anger helped her to cope, but it would never make the pain go away. Linda sighed as she allowed the bathrobe to fall open, revealing the hint of her breasts. She gazed forlornly into the mirror at her reflection. She looked at her face, though she almost no longer recognized the face that stared back at her. “It's like you’ve given up on yourself, Linda,” she said to herself. Linda was a beautiful woman, looking much younger than her thirty years of age. Her azure eyes were alert, yet seemed a little cloudy — maybe from the tears –but she suspected it was because she had quit caring. Her platinum tresses fell across her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was pristine, alabaster, like the skin of a priceless porcelain China doll. Standing almost five feet eight inches tall, with a lithe and agile frame, Linda was a very attractive woman, though she didn’t think of herself as being such. It had been her smile that had first attracted Ron, or so she had been led to believe. He had later admitted that it was her beautiful hair that had drawn him to her. “Shit!” Linda swore, driving a clenched fist angrily against the bathroom vanity. “Why can’t I quit thinking about that son of a bitch?” A lone tear trickled from her eye once more. She sighed a moment, wiping away that tear while trying to soothe her anger. .to no avail. Looking into the mirror again, she was taken by something. .absurd thought. “My hair,” she muttered. “I. it’s. .why?” Linda ran her fingers through her extremely long mane and smiled wryly. ”He loved my hair. ” she began almost unemotionally “I hate him. I hate my hair.” It suddenly seemed so obvious to her. Changing her hair might. no, would. help her to forget about Ron. .the Insane. Linda smiled to herself at the thought. Whenever she thought about him, she now seemed to be adding ‘the mad’ after his name. “Ron the stupid.” she giggled. It had a ring to it. “Screw you, Ron the Stupid” She knew what she needed. no, what she wanted to do. Linda smiled wryly as she slipped out of her bathrobe and stepped into the chilly shower. Linda peered out of her car window, into the window of the barbershop. She really wasn’t sure if this was what she wanted to do. Maybe she should go to her regular hairstylist? “No. .” she muttered to herself. “. she’d just talk you out of this.” She smiled strangely to herself, realizing that she really didn’t want to be talked out of it. It felt so strange, her even considering what she wanted to do. It seemed so. impulsive. Maybe that impulsiveness was what excited her? Linda turned her attention once more to the interior of the barbershop. It seemed so. antiseptic, so. cold. It was not like the hair salon that she normally went to, with its ferns and brass and glitz. With its black and white checkerboard tile floor and cheap plastic seats, it was very similar to the place where her father had gotten his haircut for years when she was a girl. Maybe it was that memory of her father that had spurned her to come here? She saw a lone barber relaxing in his barber chair, reading the paper. She had to do it — she had to get out of her car and walk in. As she collected up her car keys, she caught a glimpse of someone entering the barber shop ahead of her. “Damn.” she thought to herself. She hadn’t wanted to wait inside, she wanted to walk in and sit right down in that barber chair. Now, someone else had beat her inside, she had no choice. She knew she couldn’t just wait in the car, either. If someone else walked in ahead of her, she might never go through with it. It would take a lot of courage on her part to go in there and wait. She was determined, and resolute, as she got out of her car and closed the door behind her. She almost reflexively pulled up the collar of her leather jacket as she strode quite deliberately to the door of the barbershop. Taking a deep breath, she grasped the door handle and pulled it open. and stepped inside. The barber looked up momentarily from his work and smiled pleasantly at her. “Howdy.” “Uh, hi,” Linda replied as she casually sat down, not bothering to remove her jacket. Her blue eyes darted about the barber shop nervously. She spotted a pile of Field and Stream magazines and some comic books near where she sat, there was a dust bunny in the corner on the floor behind the door. She noticed several very large mirrors hanging on the walls across from the huge leather and iron barber chair. She had heard the clippers being used, but had not wanted to look at them. .had not wanted to watch the barber work. She couldn’t help herself, however. She looked at the barber and spied the clippers as they ran up the neck of the man in the chair. The roaring buzz filled the shop, making her more than a little apprehensive. Was this what she really wanted to do? The man in the barber ch air glanced curiously at the beautiful young woman who was trying not to be obvious about watching him get his haircut. He smiled at her a bit. Linda gasped to herself, realizing that she was staring at him. She reached over and grabbed one of the Field and Stream magazines, trying to read. She couldn’t concentrate, however, as she kept glancing up over the pages at the man getting a flattop. As she stole yet another peek at what was going on, she found herself feeling warm. hot. .even excited. She was at a loss to rationalize it. The barber continued to shave the flattop. as Linda could only watch, as if entranced, as if under a spell. Linda crossed her fingers and hoped that no one else would enter the barber shop before she could get into the chair. It could be awkward, she knew, as no one expected a woman to be in a barber shop, much less to be actually getting a haircut. She was nervous enough as it was, and if someone else walked in, she just might chicken out. And she didn’t want to be tempted to chicken out. At that moment, the door of the barbershop opened and another man entered, to sit down a couple of seats from Linda. “Shit.” Linda cursed underneath her breath. “I knew I shouldn’t have thought about that.” she thought, thinking that she had jinxed herself. As the conversation changed to football, Linda managed to tune out the discussion — she knew nothing about sports, and even if she had, she knew she wouldn’t have said anything. She wasn’t in the mood to talk. She wanted to get this thing over with. Several minutes later, the barber finished the man’s haircut, shut off the clippers, placed them aside, and brushed off his neck before removing the cape from his neck. With the barber chair now vacant, the other man beside Linda rose and started for it. .before Linda stopped him. She jumped to her feet and smiled shyly. “Um, I think I’m next?” The man smiled offhandedly and backed away from the barber chair, back to his seat. “You are?” the older barber chuckled. “Are you sure about that, Miss?” Nodding silently, Linda hung her jacket up on a coat hook behind the door. “I’m pretty sure, I think,” she replied as she headed for the barber chair, her flowing platinum hair swaying rhythmically back and forth as she walked. Linda sat down in the chair, feeling its leathery softness on her behind. It reminded her very much of the dentist chair when she was a girl. “You’re really sure?” the barber again asked, leaning closer to her ear, making sure that he was heard through her thick hair. Linda nodded again. “Oh yeah, I’m really sure.” The barber spread the cape across the front of her, trying to get it beneath her hair so that he could fasten it. Linda pulled her hair up, allowing him to do so. “Now, then. Exactly what are we going to do here? Take off a little from the bottom?” he asked as he reached over for a seldom-used hair brush. “I’m not really used to cutting women’s hair,” he explained as he started to brush her hair, which fell across her shoulders and over the back of the chair. Linda smiled at him as she looked before her at the reflection in the mirror. “Don’t worry, I trust you with my hair.” He picked up a pair of shears and looked again at her. “Just an inch, then?” Linda shook her head as her heart started to race. “No, take all of it,” she replied in a near whisper. The man who was waiting glanced curiously up from his newspaper. “eh?” the barber shrugged, craning his neck to hear better. “Shave it all off,” she stated with finality. “Shave your head?” the barber gasped incredulously. Linda nodded. “But. I’ve. umm. . never done that. .at least not for a woman.” he stammered nervously. Linda glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled reassuringly. “But you have shaved men, haven’t you?” He nodded finally. “Just think of me as just another guy having his head shaved,” Linda suggested. The barber shrugged helplessly and forced a shallow smile. “If that’s what you want, Miss.” he sighed. Linda nodded one last time. “It’s what I want.” She could feel him brushing her hair once more, and she tried to commit the feeling to memory, for she knew that her hair was as good as gone now. She could feel the brush running over the top of her head slowly as the barber brushed her hair for what seemed an eternity. Looking in the mirror directly across from her, she could watch him as he worked. He reached for the heavy black clippers that he had just used on the last man’s flattop. They were big, almost too big, Linda thought. Cylindrical and long, she amusingly likened them to a penis. There were certain similarities and she was starting to feel a little excited as she saw them in his hands. Why had she not shaved her head earlier? Especially if it was going to turn her on like this? She saw him remove the guide from the silvery iron teeth of the clippers, and she knew that it would soon begin. She could feel her heart begin to beat quicker in her breast, as her loins began to burn. A near silent ‘click’ was followed by the dull buzzing sound of the clippers as they came to life. The buzz sounded more like a roar to Linda when she first heard it – it certainly hadn’t sounded that loud to her when she was waiting. .had it? As if seeking one last tacit approval from her, the barber looked into her blue eyes one last time, and the roaring clippers were held at the ready. Linda smiled an infectious smile and nodded at him. It began with that. He started at her left ear, grasping a handful of her long platinum locks and pulling them slightly back away from her head as he placed the roaring clippers against her temple, and slowly moved, running it up through her hair. Linda closed her eyes momentarily, feeling the gently pulsing blades against her flesh. She felt so very hot, so excited, she was sure she would come before it was over. . She glanced quickly at the reflection in the mirror, just in time to see several long locks of hair fall away from her head in the barber’s hand. She could see her pale exposed scalp. It looked so strange to be without hair on one relatively small part of her head, yet have long platinum tresses elsewhere. Dropping the hair onto the floor, the barber again glided the clippers up and over the area he had just shorn as if making sure that he hadn’t missed any. The nearly invisible stubble of her platinum hair did nothing to hide the pallid scalp that was starting to be revealed. Linda turned her head slightly to see her newly exposed head. She could feel her excitement continue to rise. Again, the barber grasped a handful of her hair and pulled it away from her ears, before gliding the clippers up through it. He dropped several locks of eighteen-inch long mane carelessly onto the floor. Linda, meanwhile, watched the barber work on her hair as if she were mesmerized. She was. She couldn’t stop watching him shave her, it was turning her on almost, if not more than sex. She could now feel the strangely sensual coolness on her exposed scalp. .she could hear the droning buzz of the clippers as they stimulated not only her scalp but her passions. She could feel the barber lifting up the hair at the nape of her neck. She could feel the clippers gently run up the back of her head, all the way up to her crown. She was almost in an idyllic, tranquil Nirvana state. She felt so peaceful, so relaxed, yet also so stimulated, so erotic, so hot. She knew that this was the right thing to do, she had no doubts in her mind that shaving her head was the best thing for her. This event was destined, it was fated. And it was making her horny as hell. Several minutes later, Linda could see the right side of her head as naked as the left. She glanced momentarily outside the barber shop, to where a small group of people was standing around gawking at the young woman in the barber chair having her long hair shaved. She stuck her tongue out at them playfully. Finally having shaved the sides and back of her head, the barber brought the clippers up to her forehead hairline, where he brought them straight back, shaving the top of her head. Linda felt the clippers atop her head, saw the electrical cord dangling before her blue eyes, and felt the tickle of hair as it fell down the back of her head and neck. A long lock of hair fell into her lap suddenly, and she smiled wryly as she stared at it lying there. Several times over the top of her head, and he was seemingly through. He took a moment to run the clippers one last time over the totality of her head, once more making sure he had, indeed, completely shaved her head. As the clippers ran over her head one last time, Linda felt it coming, felt the fire peak, felt. .and it happened, almost before she realized it. She smiled slightly and felt herself relax at last in the chair just as he shut off the clippers. Setting the clippers aside, the barber grabbed a mirror from the counter behind him and held it up for Linda to look at her reflection. “How’s that?” he asked with a heavy sigh. Linda reached up and felt her head at last. She ran her fingers gently along her denuded head, feeling the velveteen platinum stubble playfully. It felt so very strange, yet so very very neat. She looked closely in the mirror as she continued to feel her head. “Finish it,” she said to the barber, feeling that this experience was far from over. “It has to be smooth.” The barber chuckled a bit as he turned and reached for a handful of hot lather. Linda could feel the wonderfully hot lather as he applied it to her scalp, as massaged it. She felt her passions rising yet again when she thought of what was to follow. He sharpened the straight razor quickly by honing it on the leather strap on the chair. He started on top of her head, slowly scraping the stubble from her head with the blade. Linda saw her scalp being exposed even further and she felt it coming again. She felt her loins burning. He moved to the left side of her head and continued to shave her. He gently pushed her head forward to give him a better view of the nape of her neck. As he shaved up the back of her head, she felt it happen again, felt her passion peak, felt her body spasm for a brief moment. A long moment later, he was finished. The barber set aside the razor and dried off Linda’s scalp. Again, he held the mirror out for her to look into. This time, she could not even see the stubble. She smiled at her reflection and reached out to touch her scalp once more. It felt strangely cool to the touch, a little damp. It felt so very good, and she immediately fell in love with the hairstyle. “Now then, I’ve pretty much done all I can do, miss.” he smiled as he removed the cape and allowed Linda to stand. Linda rose to her feet, still feeling the back of her smooth scalp, still reveling in the new sensations, finally starting to feel good about herself. She glanced casually down at the large pile of platinum hair at her feet. “My goodness. .did all that really come off my head?” she thought to herself as she looked back at the barber. “What do I owe you for all that work?” she asked, reaching for her jacket. The barber shook his head. “This one’s on the house, miss,” he replied with a smile. She glanced back at him incredulously. “Huh? Seriously?” “I never could charge a lady, no matter how much work I do.” he nodded. Linda smiled at him once more. “Thank you very much. You are very kind.” “You’re welcome, miss,” he replied, watching her don her coat and pull up her leather collar. As she was ready to depart, he stopped her. He bent over to pick up several locks of her shorn hair. “Before you leave, you might want this.” He held the hair out to her. Linda took the lock of her hair from him and looked at it for a brief moment. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, dropping the hair back on the floor. “Nah, I don’t want it. I certainly have no more use for it.” she smiled slightly as she turned and strode out of the barbershop. “But thanks for offering it.” She glanced back in the barbershop from outside, looking one last time at the barber as he swept up her shorn tresses. She looked once more at the hair and turned away finally.

Best Haircut for lady | Headshave 2022

My name is Seema. Up till two years ago, I was a beautiful blonde with long hair that touched the middle of my back. It was always straight and I was absolutely in love with my hair. But an accident led to me going to the beauty salon and finding out that I was going to have to submit to a $60.00 haircut and it would be cut very short. For that kind of money, I could easily go to the local barber and ask him to close the shop and cut my hair privately. But the day I did go, the shop was empty and no one came around. What a blessing! So I had it all to myself and I submitted to a shortcut. The barber even showed me how to use styling gel to make my hair stand up, making my short haircut look extra sexy. I walked out of the barbershop looking very sexy with my new look and saving myself close to forty dollars. That too was a blessing. And the barber treated me like I was an individual, not a woman so he did not make me feel guilty or small for coming into his shop. Well after visiting this barber for a year and a half, I found out that he had sold his shop and decided to retire. I was saddened when he told me. So where was I going to go now? Not many barbers were willing to cut a woman's hair. He knew I liked the feeling of his strong hand on the back of my neck and shoulders. I was even getting used to the sound of the clippers as they would come to life. So I was happy a week before he was closing that I saw him on the street and he gave me a piece of paper with an address on it. I looked at it. Pretty Barbershop, No Appointment Necessary. We cut women's Hair. No questions asked. Do you personally know this man? I asked him. Yes, an old friend of mine. He is good. He still cuts hair but he has a good lady barber who works with him. Either one of them would be happy to take you as a regular. I told them you would come around and check them out he told me. Well, I was planning to get a haircut soon so I thought I would go by on the way home from work. I put the sheet of paper in my pocket and walked gingerly to the subway. The address was close to a subway stop so it would be convenient to get there. I was wearing my grey flowered dress and black heels. My blonde hair was spiked up with gel. I liked it that way but I was now considering something really drastic. My best friend had just got back from basic training and was sporting a crewcut which I fell madly in love with when I picked her up from the airport. I could not stop rubbing the back of her neck. It was so cool and when she told me how excited she was when she was buzzed by the army barber, well, I was horny all night. I needed to feel that experience. So I was determined to find a barber who would consent to give me a military buzzcut. At five o'clock I was off and I made the short walk to the bus stop which would take me to the subway. I headed north on the route four stops up and got off the train. The walk to the shop was five minutes east of the main street. I saw the revolving sign and I walked in. The lady barber nodded her head and the older man said a complimentary hello as I walked to the waiting area. There was only one other customer in the shop and by the looks of things, the lady was going to finish first, leaving me in the hands of the male barber. Great, just what I wanted. The lady finished after five minutes and she dusted off the red chair. She called out: James, you are next, and the customer got up and walked to her chair. I sat back and picked up a magazine. The male barber finished after ten minutes. He dusted off the chair, walked with his customer to an old cash register, took his money, accepted a nice tip, and then walked back to the back of the shop. Oh, no! Don't tell me he is finished for the day, my mind said to itself. I really did not want the lady barber even though it probably would not have mattered but then, maybe she would try and talk me out of what I wanted to be done. He returned to the floor carrying a broom and he swept the floor around his chair and also around the floor of his partner. He pushed a huge pile of hair to the back of the shop and there he opened a door and pushed the pile inside to be disposed of later in the evening. He returned to the floor and spun his chair around so that it was facing me. I think you are next, Miss he said as he slapped the back of his chair. I got up and walked to his chair. I stepped up on the cast iron footrest and I sat down in the chair. I have never seen you here before he said. You were recommended by a friend I said. That is nice. We like recommendations from other people the barber said. There was a little small talk as he combed through my shortish blonde hair. Finally, he turned the chair to the side. Follow me to the back he said. I followed. He pointed to the black sink and the seat. I sat down and he draped me with a thick red cape that hung on the wall. He lowered the chair and my head made contact with the edge of the sink. Sit back just a bit more, if you would please? Miss is in a need of a hot shampoo to get all this gel out of her hair. The warm water on my head felt so good and his fingers running and massaging the sweet-smelling shampoo into my locks felt so good. I wanted to close my eyes and dream but I had determined that I was going to pay very close attention to what he was going to do with me. He finished with two shampoos and a thick egg conditioning job before he told me to sit up and he placed a white towel around my head. He then told me to stand and he took the thick red cape off from around my shoulders. Follow me, please, he said as he headed back to his red chair. Like a gentleman, he offered his hand as I stepped up onto the cast iron footrest. I sat down in his red chair, crossed my legs, and swallowed hard. He spun the chair around so that I was looking at the wall. He smiled as he looked at me. He grabbed a sheet of white tissue paper and wrapped it around my neck. He made sure it was tight and secure. He stood beside me as he took off the towel from around my head and threw it into the corner. So what will our sexy young lady be having done today? he asked. Your sign says No Questions Asked I said as I looked at him. He nodded his head. I swallowed. Well, my friend just got back from basic training and she is sporting a real sexy military buzzcut. I picked her up from the airport and I could not keep my hand off her neck and her crown. He listened even more. I could not get over how sexy she looked. Her hair had been clipped down to about ½ an inch all around and she was shaved at the neck and around the ears. I can't get over how sexy she looks. Her eyes just popped out I said. So our young lady wants a military buzzcut the barber said as he looked into my eyes. I nodded my head. No problem. That is my specialty. Like the sign says No Questions. But I must say, I applaud your conviction. If you were in a salon, they would definitely talk you out of it. But I won't. One buzzcut coming up. Could I ask you to move down to the last chair? You won’t feel like you are being examined by every passerby. Besides my other barber is due in a few minutes. He turned and walked to the last chair of the row. I followed. He pointed to another red chair. I sat down in it, crossing my legs a second time. I will be right back he said. Sit tight. He returned in a moment with a bubble gum pink cape in his hand. New cape. Just came in today. Would you mind modeling it for me? Sexy lady, sexy cape. He flicked it open and draped it around my neck, making sure it was secured tight at the neck. He spun the chair around so that I was looking at my smiling reflection in the front mirror. I have to admit that I looked sexy with the cape covering my legs and the entire chair. I smiled. He picked up a wide-toothed comb and stroked my blonde locks. He combed everything back and picked up his blow-dryer. He dried my hair. It will be easier cutting it dry he said. I nodded my head. The warmth of the heat was almost putting me to sleep. It felt so good and as the brush stroked through my hair I closed my eyes for a moment. But then I heard him put something hard down on the counter. He turned the chair around and if someone would have been watching, I would have been looking right at them. What I heard next was what I had been waiting for. Finally, he was ready and so was I. He stood behind me and placed his hand on the back of my head. I lowered my head just slightly as he touched my neckline with the clippers. I have no guard on these. You are going to get a fine cut right off the bat he said. Yes, just what I wanted, I said to myself. He buzzed my neck right up to the back of my crown. Hair fell down over my shoulder and tumbled down into my lap. I could already feel the cool breeze on my neck and he had only done half my neck. He stepped around to the side and he pinched back my ear as he did around the ear and up the sideburns, cutting it very close to the scalp. As close as the teeth would take it. I hope he will give a sexy lady a nice shave too, I said in my mind. He continued clipping away at my hair and even though it was already short, quite a bit of hair toppled down into my lap. I smiled as I looked at the pile. I knew this was what I wanted and I was glad I had finally committed myself to do it. Before too long, he announced that he was finished with the neck and my sides. Did you want to feel it before I do your crown?’ he asked. I nodded as my hand came out from under the bubble gum pink cape. I stroked my neck. It felt so erotic, like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was even closer than my girlfriend’s cut. I was happy and the smile on my face told him that I was happy. He reached over to the side of the counter and he took a second pair of clippers off a hook. He flicked the switch and he raised his hand and the clippers to my face. Are you ready? he asked. Smallest guard I can use for what you have requested. I think it will look super sexy when it is done. He placed his hand on my crown and he pushed my head down just slightly. As I looked down into my lap. the clippers swooped up and touched my hairline. He pushed them right back to the back of my crown. Hair fell down my back and dropped to the floor. He was shearing my crown and the warmth of the clippers was getting me excited. I finally did close my eyes and as I was settling back, he announced, That is it, Miss. One super sexy buzzcut for a sexy lady. DONE? Already? Wow, that was fast. I brought my hand out from under the cape and I touched my crown. That is indeed very short, I said. Wow, you did a great job. Thank you. We aim to please, he said. He walked around and undid the Velcro strip. He grabbed the ends of the pink cape and flicked it to the floor. He must have thought that I was ready to go but I was still sitting in the chair. he looked at me. Something else, Miss? I nodded my head. Could I ask you to give me a razor shave around the ears and the neck? Get rid of the stubble, I asked. But of course, he said. But I must admit, I have never given a woman a hot lather shave. Well, I guess there is a first time for everything. He walked to the back of the shop and returned with a blue cape. He flicked it open and tossed it around my neck. He placed a white towel down between the cape and my shoulders. He pulled the Velcro straps and closed the cape, then arranged the outer portion to cover my shoulders. He walked to the steamer, opened it, and took out a wet towel. He rubbed the wet towel around my ears and down my neck. It felt so good. He then walked to the cream dispenser and flicked a button. A shot of hot lather encompassed his open palm and before long, he was applying the cream around my ears and all over my neck. He picked up a straight razor, stroked it against a thick leather belt, and then stood at my side, pinched my ear down, and started stroking away the last remains of my blonde hair. He pulled the razor like a professional, but remembering he had said he had never shaved a woman, he was very gentle. It took him a few minutes to do the ears and then he pushed my head down and he stroked my neck, shaving the line very fine. he finished and then applied a white powder to my ears and my neck to relieve the burning sensation. Miss would like some sweet oil around her neck? he asked as he removed a bottle of oil from the drawer of his station. He showed it to me. It was a bottle of women’s perfume. I keep this for special customers, he said as she sprinkled some perfume into his open palm. He rubbed it around my ears and on the back of my neck. It was so exhilarating as I closed my eyes again. He finally spun the chair around and I got a chance to see how he had handled my request as he stood at the back of the chair, holding a small mirror. You are a master with that razor, I said as I stroked my neck. I am impressed. Thank you so much. He took the cape off, removed the towel from my shoulders, and extended his hand to help me get out of the chair. I reached into my wallet and removed a $20.00 bill. How much do I owe you? $10.00, he said as he accepted the money from my hand. Let me get you your change. No, please. You keep it. You deserve it, I said. Thank you! I hope you will come back again? he asked. I am sure I will and maybe next time, who knows, maybe I will ask you to go all the way, I said as I smiled. I walked to the door, pushed it open, and smiled as the cool breeze of the early evening hit my head. It felt so exciting and I looked stunning as I walked up the street to go and catch the subway to go home.

Fantasy of headshave fetish girl | Headshave 2022

With that in mind, I sure wish someone would punish me or force me although I like my head being shaved to submit to a humiliating haircut. I’ve always wanted to have a man kidnap me, and make me wear something in leather in public. Take me to a barber shop, and make me beg for a neck tissue, and caping then make me beg the barber for a good ole fashioned straight razor head shaving on a busy Saturday morning, with everyone watching, whispering, and pointing to the woman getting her head shaved and being humiliated. Of course, you smirked the whole time. How’s that for a start? Or are you the type to take me to a secret place, still rip off my clothes, place me in a thick, heavy leather harness with padlocks and D rings all over it; immobilize my hands and arms behind me while placing my head in a stockade type device (after the heavy posture collar is put on me of course) so that I cannot move my head in any direction- up, down or side to side. Your desire to humiliate me starts in stages. You have this well planned. You know I hate having my hair touched or even played with. It goes back to my childhood when I was always threatened with getting a haircut if I was a bad girl. You know me well. You scissor my waist-length hair to a horrible page girl look just below my ears. Realizing I am helpless to even move, I can only sob louder. “Oh. I almost forgot!” You say. “Can’t have you making any racket!” Out comes a rubber ball and duct tape- just for my mouth. Next, you turn on the clippers (behind me) and bring them up to my ear so I can’t see them, but I can feel the vibration on the side of my head. It is rattling my teeth. I start to cry, knowing your fetish for shaving woman’s heads- especially against their will. It excites you more. A quick comb cut and clip, and I am left with a jagged 3″ of hair all over my head. Now, you decide to color my hair hot pink. You also decide to further my humiliation and perm my hair with the smallest rods you could find. After you mix the chemicals to color my hair, you apply the solution all over my head, not worrying about it dripping into my eyebrows, and everywhere else. While you are waiting for the coloring, you prepare the perm rods and solution. The timer rings to remind you to remove the coloring solution, and you get the garden hose connected to the utility sink. Not caring if the water is warm or cold, I get a blast of water as you rinse the solution out. Next, you begin to wrap my slutty colored hair in the red perm rods. Can’t get any tighter curl than that. It takes you over an hour to wrap my hair in the tissue paper and perm rods. I hate it. I know the end result is the shaving of my head, and I sob even louder as I realize you are doing all this just to torture me. With my entire head wrapped in perm rods, you apply the first solution and even place the plastic bag around the curlers. To add insult to injury, you tie the bag off in a large knot in front of my head. What a picture this is. Did I mention the larger mirror you placed in front of my stockade as we started? And of course, this is all being recorded. As I look in the mirror as we wait for the next bell to ring, I see myself. A once strong-willed woman with waist-long hair, now reduced to a leather harnessed, bound woman, seated with a posture collar around my neck, as my head is wrapped in perm rods, unable to move. You are seated next to me just watching me, watching me look at myself in the mirror. I will never forget these images. The bell goes off and it’s step 2 for the home permanent. After another waiting period where I am looking at myself, the bell rings and you announce it is poodle time. You remove the rods slowly, teasing me. You make it a point to snap every tight curl as you remove the rods. When they are all removed, you play the concerned beautician placing your hands on top of my helmet of curls patting them down, asking me if this is what I wanted. Hot pink fuzz! You give me the full treatment and take out the long-toothed perm comb and fluff the curls even more. It’s a shame to waste this beautiful color and home permanent you say, but it’s time to move on! We both know what’s yet to come and I am terrified. I try to escape, but you planned this out well. I cannot move my legs, arms, or head. The nice device you made. I only had a temporary reprieve from the clippers. Out they come again. You had first used them behind me so I could not see. Now you come straight at me, intensifying my fear. You don’t say a word, but what a grin on your face. You approach me with the clippers in your left hand as you position my head with your right hand. I struggle against your hand, but the posture collar does its job. You position the clippers right between my eyes for the first pass and hold them there for what seems like an eternity. I lift my dyed eyebrows and look up. Slowly I hear and feel the shaving of my hair. Seems as if you spared no cost and bought the newest trimming clippers that cut hair to 1/25″ of an inch. Six passes and I have “male pattern baldness.” You turn off the clippers and grab an electric razor. I beginning to be resigned to my fate as I can only watch in the mirror. You turn on the shaver. It has a higher pitch to it. You begin to run it over the top of my head, back and forth, where the clippers have mowed a path. Next comes the shaving cream for that same area. You rub it in and straight razor my crown. You step aside and I see myself looking ridiculous. I have a large bald patch on the top of my head with very tight curls in a ring around the sides and back of my head. You play with my curls again. I blush in humiliation. You decide to finish me off by clipping from top to bottom. You start at the right side of my head taking 2″ swatches with flicks of your wrist as you move about my head. Hot pink stubble is now the only thing on my nearly bald head. You also see the need to play with that rubbing your hand over it as it makes a rasping sound. I sigh as you start your last attack. Out comes the electric razor again. I am almost relieved as the ring of stubble is removed so I don’t have to look at it anymore. But now I realize this is the last step. Once he is finished I will be shaved bald. I can only drop my eyes since the collar has me immobile) as the shadow is removed first with the shaver, then the shaving cream and razor. I refuse to look in the mirror. You tell me you are not finished quite yet, but you want me to look and see his handy work. I do not comply. You take my head, place one hand on each side and tell me to look. Defeated, I raise my eyes and see a pale, shaven-headed woman looking back at me. For another insult, you take a polishing cloth and some exotic oil. Rubbing the oil on my head, I see it shine as he works it in and buffs my bald head with the polishing cloth. How about a shave? I just had one I thought. He brings out the straight razor and shaving cream again and starts applying it to my face. I thought I saw a stray hair he says. You need a facial shave too! He doesn’t spare any shaving cream and rubs it in long and hard all over my face, under my chin, and on my lips. He pays extra attention to my upper lip; pushing up on my nose. I hope he can’t see the lip quivering. How masculine. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more embarrassed. There’s still some stray hair on your face he says. I want you to be a hairless wonder. Before I comprehend what he is talking about, off come to the eyebrows. A pinch more shaving cream, 2 flicks of the wrist, and my eyebrows are gone. And for good measure, he clips my long eyelashes to nubs. Now a shaved woman is complete without makeup he says! Is there no end to my torture? Bright red lipstick adds to my pouty lips. He puts it on thick and heavy, steps back, and smiles. He really enjoys his handiwork. And finally. a tattoo for your bright, shiny head. He says he has thought. long and hard on the design. “I want you to think of me whenever you look in the mirror. My hand always controlling you.” He puts his large hand on my shaved head, his palm to the rear of my head and his fingers overhanging down over my shaved brows, and starts to draw an outline. These new markers are incredible he says. This won’t come off for months! He finishes coloring it in. It’s huge and covers my entire shaved scalp. My humiliation is complete. You release me from the stockade. You take me over to the pile of clothes you have left me and force me to dress. and Time for a walk he announces! Off we go to the mall.