Headshave in anger

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Tracy's forced headshave

There was a knock on the classroom door. Without waiting for an answer, it opened, and in walked Mrs. Price, the school nurse. She was a large, butch woman with a very stern expression, and not the most tolerant of people. She stood at the front of the room and addressed the class. “Sorry to interrupt, Miss Joseph,” she said, apologising to the teacher first. “I have to do a routine head inspection this morning, so I’d like you to line up against the walls – boys on this side, girls on the other. Girls, I’d like you to let your hair loose if you wear it up, please. Chop, chop, now!” There was the scraping of chairs on the tiled floor as the twenty-five students, 15- and 16-year-olds, complied with the instruction. Most of the girls had short or bobbed haircuts, in accordance with the current trends, but there were a few who preferred long hair. One girl in particular, Tracy, had really long hair that she usually wore pinned up in a bun behind her head. As she pulled out the pins, her hair cascaded down her back in waves of gold, finally reaching past her waist. A few of the boys felt their pants tighten as they watched this spectacle – a truly wondrous sight to behold! With everyone now lined up, Mrs. Price began her inspection. She did the boys first, which was really nothing more than a cursory glance through their very short hair – most teenage boys had crewcuts or flat-tops. As she finished with each one, she nodded her head and sent him back to his desk. Then she called the first of the girls over: Katie, a pretty brunette with straight, shoulder-length hair. As Mrs. Price peered into Katie’s hair, parting it at the crown with her fingers, she started to tut and murmur, “Oh, dear” to herself. Finally, she looked up and told Katie to stand by the other wall. The girl looked worried. “What’s up?” she asked. “Have I got… nits?” The nurse just looked at her – a look that would have stopped a clock – and said, “Just stand by the wall, please. Who’s next?” Another girl stepped forward, rather nervously. The nurse ran her hand through the girl’s short blonde pixie-cut and peered at her crown. Once again, she was asked to stand by the wall with the first girl. One by one the girls trooped forward to have their heads examined, and each was told to join her classmates against the wall. Finally, Tracy stepped up, and Mrs. Price seemed to take an age to look through her hair, lifting each long, golden lock very carefully. Eventually, she too was dispatched to the wall. Mrs. Price turned and addressed the extremely nervous girls, who were looking down at their feet. “Girls, I regret to inform you that you all have a bad case of headlice.” The collective gasp of shock could be heard out in the corridor. Some of the girls started shaking and rubbing their heads vigorously. The nurse continued. “To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to find anything this morning, so would you please wait as you are while I go and fetch the treatment.” A few girls heaved a sigh of relief as the nurse left the room. Most of them started chattering about what the treatment consisted of. One girl, whose dad was a chemist, said there were special shampoos and ointment available for headlice. The boys, sat at their desks, were teasing the girls with the ‘creepy-crawly hair’. Miss Joseph tried, and failed, to keep some kind of order, so she was relieved to see the nurse enter the classroom again, abruptly stopping the noise. Mrs. Price was carrying a box, presumably containing the treatment. She set it down on the desk, then watched the girls’ faces freeze with horror as she took out of it, not bottles of shampoo and conditioner, but a large pair of scissors and an electric clipper. “I’m sorry, girls, but the only way to deal with a case of lice like this is to cut all the hair off.” Twelve pairs of hands reached up in unison as if to cling on to the object of Nurse Price’s intentions. Half of the girls shrieked, “No!” and burst into tears, the others just stood there in stunned disbelief. Tracy fainted. As she revived the poor girl, Miss Joseph appealed to the nurse, who was now sporting a rather evil smirk, “Is this absolutely necessary? Surely in this day and age there’s a less drastic treatment?” “I’m afraid not, Miss Joseph. All these girls will have to be shorn to the scalp. Now, who’s first?” This was a rhetorical question, as the nurse reached out and pulled the girl nearest to her by the arm. It was Katie, and she struggled like mad to free herself from Mrs. Price’s strong grip. She shouted, “No! Don’t cut my hair! You can’t do this!”, but it was all to no avail as she was shoved down on a chair and the nurse grabbed a thick lock of the girl’s shoulder-length hair, laid the scissors against the scalp and squeezed the blades shut. Katie screamed again as the scissors grated, and a long hank of hair came free and was dropped on the floor. Tears came freely then, as the nurse continued chopping away around her head, until only a ragged bristle remained. Mrs. Price laid the scissors back on the desk and picked up the clippers. Removing the guard and switching them on, she pushed Katie’s head forward and buzzed a line from the nape of her neck up to the crown, leaving a streak of white scalp. The rest of the class looked on in amazement as they watched Katie’s beautiful hair being reduced to a fine, dark fuzz all over her head. Finally, the ordeal was over, and Katie was sent back to her desk, sobbing uncontrollably. Nurse Price pointed at the girl with the pixie-cut, and summoned her forward. The girl walked over, as if in a daze, and sat down amongst Katie’s hair clippings. Nurse Price didn’t bother with the scissors this time, just pressed the clippers against the forehead and ran it up and over the girl’s head. The short, almost-white hair floated down the girl’s back to mingle with Katie’s dark tresses on the floor. One by one, the girls were summoned to meet their fate. Those with longer hair had the bulk removed by the scissors, as the pile on the floor grew ever larger. All of them were subjected to the roar of the clippers, and all left with just a light dusting of fuzz where the hair had once been. Last to be standing at the wall was Tracy, who by this time was all cried out, and looked strangely detached. When she was beckoned forward, she tried to move, but her legs were like jelly, and she just collapsed on the floor. The nurse walked over and bodily lifted her to her feet and dragged her across to the chair. She lifted a lock of Tracy’s long, golden hair, and felt its silky warmth against her fingers, playing with it for a second or two. Then she picked up the scissors, and… changed her mind, putting them down again and dropping the hair that she held. Instead, she picked up the clippers and switched them on. The whole class was agape as the buzzing sound filled the room. Mrs. Price brought the clippers towards Tracy’s right ear, pushed them against the skin above the ear and slowly mowed backwards round to the back of her head. Three feet of silky golden hair slithered down Tracy’s back onto the floor. Unrelenting, the nurse started again above the new white stripe and another great swath of hair detached itself from Tracy’s head. Wave upon wave of pure gold rippled to the ground as the nurse buzzed through the thick masses of hair, leaving nothing but light yellow fuzz in its place, until Tracy, like her classmates, resembled a billiard ball. The nurse shut off the clippers and stood back to admire her handiwork. Tracy slowly brought a hand up to feel her head, which was so much lighter and cooler now without its heavy coat, and screamed again as she felt the rough stubble. Suddenly, she bolted out of the chair and ran weeping out of the classroom.

AMRS headshaving

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Head shaved by 2 cops

I was in my car on NH5 highway. The road was empty as a graveyard. There was no sign of any human till the end of the sight. My car was over the speed limit. I thought this would save me some time but, My luck was not so good. I saw a police car behind me, playing siren. I pulled over and waited for the cop. There she was, blond, sexy, and in uniform. She came close to the window and asked for the license. I pulled my driving license from the below drawer and handover to her. She looked at the driver's license and then at me. She said, " is that you?" I replied yes. Then she said, "but in this picture, you are bald." I said, " I know it was back when I had shaved my head." She said, "You crossed the speed limit too. You have to pay the charge for that." I don't want any tickets on me, so I asked her If there's something we could do? She stared at me and said, " Yes, there is something. Come close to the window." I put my head out of the window. She grabbed my head and asked me to stay still. I got a little scared and said, " what are you doing?" She replied, "Matching your face to your driver's license picture. I am shaving your head." I pulled my head back in and said. "Are you crazy? What are you saying." She then said, "I can arrest you for outstanding tickets and not cooperating with me." I started thinking, hair against arrest, but the answer was clear. I put my head back on the window. She then pulled a straight razor from her back pocket, held it in her right hand, and started running her left hand on my head. Then she placed the straight razor on the center of my head and started running toward down. I was facing down. Soon hair started falling off my head to the ground. She was enjoying shaving my head, I could hear her moaning. The razor was clearing my scalp. It started feeling odd on the shaved portion. After shaving my head from the front, she started shaving my head from the back. Now, after every razor glide, the hair falls on my shoulder and then on the ground. She was pushing razor from the top to back. The sound of hair getting shaved was clear. After few minutes, I was completely bald. She was running her hand on my shaved head and called someone on her wireless. She said, "I got one. come here soon." I had no idea who she called. After some time, another cop arrived. She was as hot as the first one. She looked at me said, "It was my turn, and you shaved him completely." Then the first cop replied, "I know but, I could not help myself. Next time you will be the first to shave, I promise." Then the second cop came close to me and rubbed her hand on my shaved head and said, "Still smoothness is missing." Then when the first cop intervein, " Yes, that's why I called you to make it smooth." She smiled and said, "I love you, baby." Then she took the razor from her and placed her hand on my head, and started shaving it from back to top. She was doing the reverse head shave. After every stroke, she was wiping the shaved hair stuck on the razor on my T-shirt. After back, she made to look up. I could only see her big boobs. But she was busy shaving my head. This time she placed the razor in front of my shaved head and pushed it towards the back. She was still wiping the hair on my T-Shirt. The first cop was standing and watching her shaving my head. In few minutes, my head was shaved smooth. Then she folded the razor and gave it back to the first cop. Now both the cops came close to me rubbed my shaved head. After rubbing my shaved head for few minutes, they returned me my driver's license and said, " Don't drive too fast." Then they got into their cars and left. I was still sitting in the car, cleaning the hair from my shoulders and T-shirt. After dusting off my shaved hair, I ran my hand on my shaved head. It was seriously smooth. Then I also left. On the whole trip, I kept rubbing my shaved head. I think I liked my shaved head.

Finally she got her head and eyebrows shaved.....

Are you a barber? Do you have “particular” hairstyle in mind that you dare not recommend but desperately desire to give a client. I did and I did give my style or a lack of one to a piece of art girl. It was Monday the 15th and the sun illuminated my shop but no one seemed to bother coming in for a cut, trim, or at least a color. I was planning to close up early but a rap on the door called me. I opened to a girl in a light green dress, her skin was olive, she wore white socks inserted into blue shoes, her tresses hung low covering her shoulders, her satchel was black and her white teeth accompanied her blue eyes. Now, let’s talk about her hair for a minute, it flowed over her shoulders and down her back some. She had an overgrown fringe that she blew on to see. “Hello, are you still open?” “Yeah, come on in” She walked in with feminine strides and she marveled at my small shop. “This is quite a shop you have”,she praised,”You must get the top clients of town”. “Nah, I hardly get a woman in here” “(Giggle) except me, huh” “Yeah, ahem, so what style do you desire?” She sat in my chair and I tried a black, satin cape around her neck. “I dunno, do you have a catalog of haircuts I can look at?” I was perplexed, nobody really bothered to use my book of hairstyles. It was left in my desk drawer, gathering dust. I asked to be excused to go grab it and the was gracious for me doing so. It was old and outdated by my standards but the girl turned each page tenderly. “May I ask your name?”I queried. “Oh, I guess I didn’t introduce myself”,she said,”My apologizes, my name’s Tracy”. “That’s a pretty name” “Thank you”,she blushed,”All these styles are just so cute and they all would fit my face shape.What do you recommend?” “Me? Oh gosh,(sigh) well, mmm… Nah, I can’t” “Can’t or won’t?” “What I am about to suggest is just my opinion, I won’t force you to get it” “Whatever it is, I’m sure I can handle it” “Well, in that case, I was thinking a total removal, take off your head hair and shave both your head and eyebrows, again I won’t force you to get it” Her eyes had a sparkle about them,”How about we start with a headshave and we go from there”. I smiled,”Yes, ma’am” I gathered up her hair and tied it with safety rubber bands. As I pumped up the chair, Tracy was shifting her feet with anticipation, she must’ve really wanted this makeover and I was the man to give it to her. I fetched my clippers and plugged them in. She bit her lip affectionately as I started my tool. It’s hum was exciting to her and I could feel her scalp bubble with goosebumps. The first pass brought her so much joy that her eyes and smile grew wider with each pass. Hair cascaded down to her shoulders, her lap, and the grey-tiled. “You know”,she said,” I have asked so many before you to shave my scalp but they refused, thank you”. I smiled with happiness spelled across my bottom lip. “I’m glad you accepted my recommendation” Soon, all her hair was microscopic stubble. “Mmm… no more bad hair days”,she exclaimed. “You want to go smooth?” “Oh, yes please” I lathered her scalp, covered the first coat with a hot towel, then applied a second coat for a smooth shave. She remained still as strip after strip of cream left her scalp. When I was through, she marveled at my handiwork and rubbed it with care. “So… how about those eyebrows?” She thought for a moment: “You know what, go for it” Yes, I thought as I clippered her eyebrows away and lathered its remnants. Finally, her head was completely hairless (except the eyelashes) and the process had brought out her natural beauty and illuminated her facial features. “So, what do you think?” “To be honest, I should’ve kept my brows” “Well, it will be a few weeks til they grow back and here” I opened my makeup kit and drew on some mighty fine eyebrows where her brows once harbored. “Now”,Tracy started,”These are even better than my OGs”. I smiled and removed the cape, she dismounted the chair and opened her satchel. “Here” She paid me the cost and a hefty tip. She hugged me then left, another happy client. A week later, she returned but she wasn’t alone, a redhead and brunette were with her. Willing to brave the shave?

Dry head shave....

Getting head shaved smooth.... video

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The Girl

This story is about Seema. A bald fetish girl. She is a young, hot, and beautiful girl, but deep inside, she has an impulsive thirst if shaving heads. She was afraid of discussing this with anyone, as these kinds of things are uncommon around us. But, her urge to shaving someone bald is increasing day by day and, she is not sure how long she could hold herself from doing something stupid. One day I saw her at a coffee shop. She was sitting alone, holding a coffee mug, and reading something from the book she had. I was also alone, so I went to her and said, "Hi!." She looked at me with rolling her eyeballs, keeping the book in the same position. She starred at me for few seconds and said, "Hi, sorry, Do I know you?". I pulled the chair and sat on it without asking and replied, " I am Ron. I saw you and assumed that you are sitting alone, so I thought I should accompany you only if you are comfortable." She smiled and nodded her head in the expression of approval. We then started chatting about ourselves. Seema is a very loving person but, I noticed her staring at my hair multiple times, and after few instances, I finally asked her, "Is there something wrong with my hair?" She got a little scared and said, "No, No, they're nothing. I was admiring your hairstyle." I smiled at her comment and thanked her. She asked me if I ever tried any crazy hairstyle. To which I replied stating, "No, what about you?" She said, "No, but want to try something different." I said, " How about Bob. You will look cool in Bob." Her eyes were wide open in excitement, but it went normal, and she said, "You know how much time will it take to regrow them." I said, "I don't know, why don't you give it a try." She then replied to me, "Ok, what about you? what is your suggestion for your hair." I replied, "For guys, there are not many options. We can max shave our head." She was stunned for a while listening to this. I have to call her twice to bring her back. I asked her, "what happened?". she just nodded her head, stating nothing. I knew that she likes to talk about hair, so I asked her again about her bob cut. She starred at me for few seconds and said, " Ok, I will get bob cut. will you shave your head." I thought she was joking, so even I agreed to it. After that, she said, " so will you shave your head with a clipper or razor." I thought it better to play along with this as this was the only topic we had that helped us to stick to each other for so long. I replied, "whichever way you want. if you like, you even you can shave my head." Her heart started pumping faster. Her hands were shaking, but she managed to hold her emotions. It was like her dream of shaving someone's head bald was going to get real. She said, "So you are saying I can shave your head if I get a Bon haircut?" I replied with a devilish smile, "Yes, you can." She confirmed again, " Are you sure?" I replied in a confident tone, "Yes, I am. Are you." She took her bag and gave me her phone number and asked me to call her at exact 9 pm. I smiled at her, and even she smiled back. I saw her leaving the coffee shop in a bit hurry. She directly went to the beauty parlor for a Haircut. Her hair was very long. She got bob cut as we discussed. After the haircut, her hair length reduced to her neck. She also shaved her nap.

Her whole makeover took plenty of time. It was 9 pm, and in the next second, She got a call from me. I said, "Hi, How are you?" She replied, " I am good. Can you see me at my place now?" I was not expecting this to happen so soon, but I agreed and said, " yes. Text me your address." She texted me her address. While she was ready to leave, her eye caught the Straight razor placed in the self. She asked the beautician if she could buy this razor. The beautician said, " Mam, what will you do with this razor?" Seema replied, "I liked it and want to place it on the shelf for a decorative item." The beautician was hesitating, but when Seema offered her twice the actual price of the straight razor, she gave it to her.

I was waiting for her by the locked door, so I called her. She answered my call, and before I could say anything, she said, " turn around." I turned around and saw her in the bob haircut look. She was looking completely different. I said, " what have you done to your hair?" She replied, " Chop! Chop!." She then hugged me, but I wasn't ready for it, but she held me too tight to avoid the disbalance. Then she reached to my lips and started kissing me. It was hard for me to resist, so I held her head and started running my fingers through her hair and smooth shaved nape. It was shaved smooth with a straight razor. Then she opened her door and invited me in. I followed her to her living room, where we sat on the cushion sofa and started kissing. A few minutes later, where we're just looking at each other's eyes. I asked her why she cut her hair, no which she replied," You like bob haircut, so I did it." I said, " I was kidding. You shouldn't have cut your hair." Then she said," First you tell me, did you enjoy rubbing my shaved nape?" It was a weird question, but I said that I liked it. Then she came more closer to me and said," I want to feel it too, and I don't want to feel the only nape. I want to feel the whole shaved head. I was confused about what she was talking about, so I asked her, "What are you talking about?" She then placed her hand on my head and started running fingers in a circular motion, and said, "You said, I can shave your head bald if I cut my hair. I want to shave your head bald." I kept looking at her. I don't know what to say and how to react in this situation. Before I could say anything, she took a blindfold from her bag and put it on me. I asked her what is she doing, but she said that keep quiet and enjoy. I was blindfolded, couldn't see what is happening. Suddenly I felt a hand rubbing on my head. It was like she was standing behind me. She was only running one hand on my head(she had a straight razor in another hand). While rubbing her hand, she said, " I was waiting for this moment for a very long time. I will enjoy shaving every inch and every hair from your head." After saying that, she placed a straight razor on the front line of my head and started shaving it toward the center of my head. One of her hands was at the start of shave, and she was shaving with another hand. I was feeling the tickling of the razor when it was shaving hair from the scalp. She was slowly running a razor on my scalp to feel the shaving of my head. She was getting excited by looking at my shaved scalp. My shaved hair was falling from head to shoulder and at the back. She ran the razor a few times in the same direction to make it smooth. After shaving the top portion of my head, she untied the blindfold. The bright light struck in my eyes. It took few seconds for my eyes to adjust the light intensity. When I was comfortable with lights, I started looking at the ground. I was sitting in the middle of shaved hair. Seema was sitting in front of me, looking at me with lustful eyes. She ran her hand on my shaved scalp and said, "It is the best feeling I ever had." after saying that, she bent my head and started shaving my head from the back. The razor was rubbing my scalp and shaving the hair on it. My hair was falling and gathering in the middle of my back and sofa. Within a few minutes, she shaved my head from the back, and In no time, she shaved me from both sides. She was rubbing my head with one hand and holding the straight razor in the other hand. She said," I think one more round of straight razor will make it smooth." She again started shaving my head. She was running the straight razor in random directions. Soon I was completely bald. She placed the cushion on the ground and asked me to sit on it. I sat on the floor, and she sat on the sofa, putting legs around my neck, giving her clear access to my shaved head. She then started rubbing my shaved head. The next thing I remember, I was in bed without clothes, and Seema was walking in with the juice. She said," I hope you had a good sleep. I know this is not what you expected but, last night was the happiest night of my life." She sat next to me while we both were drinking juice and, she started rubbing my shaved head and said," today can we try shaving cream to shave your head?" I don't know what to say. What do you think???...

Headshave after Break up

After being in a relationship for four years today, Priya and I broke up. Sometimes even four years are isn't enough to know someone. I was too angry and upset at the same time. I was not able to think straight and didn't know what to do. I was walking on the footpath without having any clue where to go. All old memories of Priya were flashing in my mind. After a few minutes of walk, I reached in front of Lilly's barbershop. Lilly is a nice lady. If I wasn't in the relationship with Priya, then I would have asked her out. But, we both are friends. I went inside and saw Lilly was cleaning the hairs from the floor. She looked at me and gave a big smile. It seems Lilly likes me having around. I also responded to her back with a smile but, she could see that I was sad. She asked me if everything is alright. I sat on one of her saloon chairs and told her about my breakup. She was listening to me very calmly and rubbing my shoulders. She asked if there is anything that she can do to make me feel better. I was looking at myself in the mirror hanging in front of me. I said, "Can you have my head?". She was startled and said, "You are sad and not thinking straight. I will not shave your head". I said it's okay. I will go to another barber and get my head shaved. She stopped me and said, "if that all you want then, I will shave your head." She then tied the black cape around my neck and headed to the clipper. I told her that I want to get shaved with a straight razor. She was holding the clipper and staring at me. She said that I am making stupid decisions due to a breakup. I told her to please help me and shave my head with a straight razor. She was a bit angry. Lilly put down the clipper and took the water bottle, and started spraying water on my hair. While watering she said, "clipper would have given you a buzzed look but, the straight razor will shave my head to the scalp." I did not respond to her comment and sat still. Once my head was completely wet, Lilly went for the straight razor. She loaded the blade and came closer to the chair. She bent my head so that she could get clear access to the top portion of my head. In that position, Lilly asked me, " are you sure?". I said, "Yes." She replied, "Okay then, ready to go bald." She placed the razor in the middle of my head and took the first stroke. A big pile of hair got smugged on my head. My greenish scalp was visible. Lilly stopped for a while and staring at my shaved scalp. It looked like hair was peeled off my head. She then again placed the razor next to the bald spot and shaved downwards. The bald spot on my head was getting wider. Now the scalp was visible. She again shaved from the top, and this time shaved hairs were falling on the cape. She kept running the razor. Within a few minutes, there was a big bunch of shaved hair piled up on my lap. I was watching myself getting shaved. Lilly shaved my top and took a brush and, started dusting my shaved head. Lilly then again sprayed water on the side of my head and started shaving. She started from the right side first. The razor was cutting my hair and displaying my naked scalp. The sound of the head shave was echoing in the shop. Lilly was upset because I didn't listen to her and made her shave my head with the straight razor. After she finished the right side, she moved to the left side. She shaved me from the left side too. Now I was completely bald from the top and both sides. Lilly then came and stood at my back and pushed my head a little. But I can still see her. She was not enjoying shaving my head but, I think she was doing it because we were friends. She then placed the razor on top and started shaving it toward down. I could feel the sensation of razor-shaving my head and cold feeling on my shaved scalp. She ran razor 4 to 5 times and, my head shaved from the back as well. Now was looking in the mirror at my shaved head. Lilly was standing next to the chair and looking at me through the mirror. I told her, " can you shave again." This time, she didn't say anything because there is nothing much she could do now. This time she applied shaving foam all over my shaved head and shaved it in the reverse direction. In few minutes, My head was smoother and shiny. She said that now I must be happy by ignoring her suggestion. I told her that I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. It's just that I want to exhale my frustration and, shaving my head was the only solution struck in my mind. I removed my right hand from under the cape and started rubbing my shaved head. Lilly quickly came and slapped on my hand and said, "Don't touch your shaved head." I took my hand back. She then took some lotion in her hand and applied it to my head. It burned like hell. I screamed but not too loudly. She again slapped on my shaved head and said, this is your punishment for not listening to me. After few seconds, my scalp felt cool. Lilly said, "you shaved multiple times, so it will take longer than usual for your hair to regrow." Lilly took off the cape and rubbed her hand on my shaved head, and smiled. I apologized to Lilly and told her that I had to do this to offload the breakup stress. I thanked Lilly for her support. Lilly replied, "I know what you are going through and, I am always there for you." I told her that was the only reason I came to you. She said, "if you need any help, do tell me." I replied, "Sure. But, there is one thing, will you have my head again?" Lilly laughed and said, "why? are going for another breakup." I smiled and said, "no, but I like the way you shaved my head." We both were staring at each other's eyes for few seconds, and suddenly her phone rang. She removed the phone from her pocket and, looked at it and, again put it back in her pocket. She again looked at me and said, "If you like it and then I will shave your head as many times you want." She came closed and hugged me. I also embraced her in my arms. She was rubbing my shaved head and said, "please take care." I said, " I don't have to take care of myself. You are there for me." She then released and said, "see you soon for your head shave." I replied, "don't worry. I will not keep you waiting." We both laughed, and I left the shop. While heading home, I got a text from Lilly stating, "Can I see you tomorrow. I want to make sure your shaved head is smooth" followed by three hearts.

Head shaving Woman

After my last breakup, I decided not to involve in a serious relationship. I was so devastated that I could not focus on my work. It took around eight months for me to revive from that emotional torma. I started searching for a date online. While checking online, I come across one unique website. That website was for people with insane fantasies. I thought there is no harm in trying so, I created my profile and waited for a response from women. Within a few minutes, I got a message from a woman name Riya. She wrote, "Hi, Are you up for some fun?". her profile picture was empty. I had no clue how she looks and how old she is. But I was single and desperate to meet someone, so I decided to give it a try. I replied to her message stating, "Sure, How about Saturday at Kempfort Mall at 7 pm?". I received a response within 10 seconds stating," Sure. See you on Saturday". It was Saturday. So as planned, I went to Kemp fort mall to meet her. I reached there 10 minutes past 7 pm. I don't know how she looks, so I was looking at every woman passing by me. After few minutes, one beautiful woman walked to me and said, "Ron, correct?". I looked at her and replied, "Yes, you must be Riya." She said, " Yes." Then we both started talking. I told her that everything about my breakup. Her story was also interesting. She said that she is still looking for someone who will like her for her fetish. I asked her about that but, she refused to say anything about her weird fantasy. She said she don't want to end the mood so soon. We had a good time. While leaving, she asked me if I could drop her at home. As a gentleman, I agreed and escorted her to her house. Outside of her door, she asked me If I would like a cup of coffee. Things were getting better and better. I replied, "Yes" in excitement. We enter her into her house. Her house was bigger than my apartment. I settled on a chair while she went to get us a coffee. While drinking coffee, she started talking about her fantasy. She said she has an urges to shave head of men. All of her partners find it crazy, and they left her. She told me that it's okay if I want to leave. She looked sad, and even my heart was not comfortable leaving her like that. Anyways, I have no one to impress and, if shaving my head could lead me to this beautiful woman, then I am ready for shaving my head. I told her that her fantasy is not crazy. She smiled at me and said, "Thanks for understanding." I told her if shaving my head makes her feel good, then she can shave my head. For a moment, she was staring at me like a stachu. She replied, "seriously, you want me to shave your head?". I said, why not. I was looking for a haircut but a head shave is also not a bad idea. Also, I will get an opportunity to see you in action. She jumped off a chair and quickly came to me and kissed me. While looking in my eyes she said, "Shall we do it now". I said there is nothing to wait for so let do it. Shave my head. She was too excited and said let me get the shaving kit. Then Riya went to get her shaving kit I was finishing my coffee. In my mind, I was thinking that this sacrifice of hair should not go wasted. She is not bad and anyways one day I will get bald so why not stay with her and get my head shaved. She will get head to shave and I will get a woman to love, sounds like a good deal. Riya arrived with the silver box in her hand. She asked me to come into the bathroom once I finished my coffee which I finished already a few minutes ago. I took off my jacket and went into the bathroom. Riya was fixing a stool in front of the mirror. When I entered the bathroom, she asked me to sit on the stool. I set on the stool. She asked me to take off my T-Shirt as there will be a lot of shaved hair and don't want to spoil my T-Shirt. I did as she told me to do. Then she fenced the towel around my neck and started spraying water on my head. While massaging my head she said that I have thick and long hair and it will be fun shaving my head. I laughed and said, "I know it will be fun for you." She then opened the silver box and removed the straight razor. She was looking at my head with a grimes smile and loading blade in the straight razor. She said, "I hope you like smooth head shave". I replied, "if I have to lose all the hair then a smooth head shave will be good". She winked at me and bend my head over the sink. Then she placed the straight razor in my head and started shaving it toward the front. When she took the first glide and stoped. I was getting nervous. So I lift my head to see what's happening. I saw she then took the shaved hair from my head and smelling it. Her eyes were closed. She then opened her eyes and looked at me and threw the hair in the sink. She placed her fingers on the shaved portion and started rubbing it. After few seconds of rubbing, she pushed my head again on the sink and started shaving my head. She was getting more and more closer. She was rubbing her body against mine after every shaving stroke. My head was getting shaved and the sink was filling with my shaved hair. She pours some water on the shaved part of my head. It was cold. I shivered a little. She laughed and said, "what happened baby is water too cold for your shaved scalp?" I said, "yes". She again started shaving my head. Hair getting shaved off my head and filling the sink. I was feeling cold. She shaved the complete portion from the top of my head and then she started shaving the back of my head. She was running the straight razor on my head like crazy. I was scared to tell her that. The look on her face she was smelling my shaved hair terrified me. The shaved hair was falling from the back of my head into the sink and some of it was on the towel wrapped around my neck. After she shaved my head from the back she shaved both the sides. I lifted my head and saw myself in the mirror. My head was completely bald but looking messy as still some of the shaved hairs were stuck on it. She instead of wiping it with the cloth she started shaving it till the end of my scalp and then she wiped it. After the initial head shave, she again ran a straight razor on my head more than three times. Now my head was as smooth as a feather. While cleaning my head the cloth did not stick. It flows freely. That is one of the ways to checking the smoothness of shaved head and I guess I cleared that test. My scalp felt different. When I or she touched my scalp it was different than before. She said it is too late and I should stay. She was right and I was too tired of sitting in that position and feeling sleepy. I cleaned myself and went into the living room. I heard a voice from Bedroom, " Come here. I made your bed." I went into the bedroom. There she was in a night dress, looking like vanilla ice cream but I was not in the condition to taste her. So I went to the bed and told her I am too tired and really need some sleep. She ran her hand on my shaved head and said, "Sure baby". I sleep on the bed facing down so she can rub my shaved head. After few minutes she wakes me and said She cannot sleep. I was half asleep and struggling to open my eyes. Somehow I managed to respond to her, by asking what can I do to make her fall to sleep. She said she wants to shave more. I bent my head and showed her my shaved head and said, "baby do you think you have left a single or a tiny hair on my head". She said I know your head is shaved smooth but I want to shave your shaved head again. I looked at her and went on her lap to sleep. While lying on her lap I told her that I cannot sit on that stool, if she wants to shave my head then do it while I am sleeping on her lap. She gave multiple kisses on my shaved head and said Okay. She quickly went and brought and the straight razor and placed my head on her lap. I also hold her hips like a teddy and closed my eyes. She then started running razor in the shaved head. It felt relaxing. She was shaving my head in a reverse direction, from bottom to top. After few minutes I again fall asleep and when I woke up in the morning, I was alone on the bed. I went into the living room to there but she wasn't there. I called for her. She replied, "I am in the kitchen. Get freshen up and get your breakfast". I was smiling and walking toward the bathroom. My decision not to get into a serious relationship seems like fading. The moment I saw my face in the mirror I was shocked. I was not able to make the person standing in the mirror is me. She not only shaved my head but she shaved my beard, mustache, and eyebrows. I was looking like an egg. My head and face were shaved smooth. I went out in the kitchen to confront her. She said at night she was very desperate and wanted to shave some hair and my head was already shaved. Running a straight razor on the shaved head was not helping and after looking at my facial hair she could not hold herself and shaved my eyebrows, beard, and mustache. I was still mad at her. I told her how can I go out like this. She smiled and said, "Baby you are not going anywhere". She got the same scary look in her eyes. She said, "from now you will only stay with me and I will shave your head every day. You slept last night but this body is yours in return keep serving me with your hair". By now I understood that she is insane. No doubt why all her partners left her. Somehow managed to escape from her claws but those eyes were hunting me every night. Luckily I did not tell her where I live so I was safe, that's what I thought. Few months have been passed from that horrifying head shave experience and I also moved to a different state for work. One day I was checking my messages and started thinking about loneliness. I was thinking if I should again try to find a new companion and suddenly my phone buzzed. I received a message saying, "Hi Baby, Show me your hair. I wa

Seema shaved her head in men saloon.

Seema stood at the door and took a deep breath. “C’mon Seema,” she whispered to herself, “you have come this far, don’t chicken out now!” It was a Sunday morning and she was standing at the door of a very busy barbershop. She had driven around the barbershop for almost an hour waiting for it to slow down, but the place was busy this morning. After parking her car across the street, she had waited another 30 minutes but to no avail. This barbershop was not slowing down and it was near lunchtime. She had finally mustered up the courage to get out of her car and go to the door, and there she stood, frozen in time. Her heart was beating so fast and she was just about to turn around when a young man opened the door for her. As he waited for her to go in, she realized there was no turning back now. She smiled at the young man and thanked him as she made her way into the shop. Her first time entering a barbershop. The smell of shaving cream and barbicide filled in the air. She listened and took in the sounds of clippers humming as they did their work on all of the clients in the chairs. Her eyes looked around and saw all of the men reading magazines while waiting for their turns. There were no women in there except for Mary and a lady barber. The lady barber was tall and slender, rather attractive for a fortyish woman. Her hair was short. This would be the barber that would do it, Seema thought to herself as she sat down in a chair to wait her turn. Now it was time. At the age of 34, she would shave her head bald. No more hair on this skull. She did not know how long she would stay bald, but she did know she had to try it just once. Her long hair was very attractive, but the maintenance was just too much! It was time to rid herself of her crown and show the world the real Seema. “Please come” The lady barber smiled at Seema and motioned for her to have a seat. The chair was so big, so unlike the salon chairs, she was used to. It was comfortable too. “What can I do for you?” the lady asked. Seema began to tell the woman that she wanted her to shave her head when she noticed that everyone was staring at her. “It’s now or never,” she thought to herself and then told the woman. A surprised look came over the woman’s face and she questioned Seema’s state of mind. Seema smiled and explained that she had wanted to do this for years but had never had the courage until now. After a few minutes of conversation, the female barber acquiesced to Seema’s request. She turned Mary toward the window and slipped the cape over her and fastened it. Seema took a deep breath and noticed that it had gotten very quiet in this usually loud barbershop. She could not see what the woman was doing but she knew that she would soon hear the sound of clippers humming. Pop! Seema was startled by the sound, and the humming noise got closer when she felt the woman push down her head. She felt the clippers press against her nape and begin to move upwards at a very fast pace. Within seconds, it seemed, she was feeling a cool breeze on the back of her head. She saw the clippers move up to her forehead and cut through the top of her hair. Hair began to fall onto her lap and she knew there was no turning back. It seemed like just minutes before she felt the warm lather cover her head. Because she was facing the window, she could see nothing of what was going on. However, she enjoyed every moment of it knowing that the day had finally arrived. She would have her wish. With precision. Then the lady barber covered her scalp with the shaving foam and took a straight razor and sharted shaving her buzzed hairs which were now covered in the shaving foam. She was running straight razor very slowly and carefully. There was is strange chill passing through Seema's body every time the lady barber running the straight razor on her head to make it smooth. The lady barber first shaved her head from the top and once it was shaved clean she pushed her head down and shaved the back of her head. Soon the lady barber shaved her scalp clean and smooth then he wiped it down with a white towel and spread it with some warm oil. The oil felt soothing to Seema’s scalp and she pulled her hands out from under the cape and felt it for the first time. She used to feel hair there when she would rub her scalp, but now it felt so smooth! Now She is bald and too beautiful than before.