Headshaving Excuse.....

Monday morning, I was thinking about those days when I had a bald head. Seema didn't like it so I stopped my regular headshave and stick to a regular Haircut. My phone rang, I saw Seema's name on the screen. I answered the call and asked Seema when she is coming back to Banglore to which she replied that it will take 1 more month for her to come back home. I hang up the phone and again went back into the dream world where I was bald. Suddenly I got an Idea. As Seema will not be around for 1 month, let's get a headshave. Till she will return, I will have enough hair to convince her that I got my trimmed not shaved. I reached the barbershop with great excitement. The movement I entered in the shop I saw the Barber was changed. Now there is Barberette. She was smoking hot. She looked at me and smiled at me. I replied to her with a smile and went closer to her. She asked me to seat in the chair and after that, she tied the Black cape with Razor symbols on it around my neck. Then she asked me haircut or shave. I looked at myself in the mirror and said Shave, I mean headshave. She nodded her head and went to plugin the clipper. I stopped her and asked her to use the straight razor. She looked at me and said, " Do you want it smooth?" I replied saying yes. She removed the Clipper and placed it back and removed the Straight razor from her side tool bag and changed the blade. After changing the blade she put the razor on the table and took the water spray bottle started making my hair wet to headshave. I was sitting there enjoying the experience. Once the hair is wet she took the straight and stood behind me. I always got my head shaved from behind first so I bent my head. But she had a different plan. She pulled my head and made me look straight. Then she placed the straight razor on front and sharted shaving it toward the back. This was the first time I got my headshave in this pattern. I could see the bald patch visible after every stroke. She was very skilled. After every stroke, she use to comb my hair backward to clean the shaved hair. She made sure not a single fall on my face. In few minutes she shaved me from the front and then bend my head a little and started shaving from the back. I can't see what is happening but it felt good. When the straight razor shaves your scalp, it gives a strange but happy feeling. You can even make out which is your bald portion with the help of air. The freshly bald head is very sensitive. After she finished me from back, she shaved both sides, and now I was completely shaved. No hair at all on my head. She then massaged my head with some white cream to make it shiny. She removed the cape and placed her hand on my shaved head and said that I look cool in the smooth shaved head. I smiled and paid her a little more than she asked. I was very happy. I shaved my head for almost after 3 years. While going home I took more than 100 selfies in different looks. When I reached home, I saw the door was open. I thought there would be burglary but it was more worst than that. I saw Seema was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee. She heard my footsteps and jumped at me screaming surprise, but it was a surprise for her. Her mouth was open and her eyes were stuck on my bald head. She was in that position for few seconds. Then she said, "What have you done?". I was scared of telling her the truth so I made a fake story. I told her that I went for a haircut but the clipper got stuck in the middle of the haircut. He was not able to cut my hair with scissors so he suggested shaving the head. I thought going to a different barber like this will be stupidity so I agreed and I got my head shaved. Seema looked at me while and said, "that's what happened?" I replied, "Baby why would I lie to you." She then come closer and hugged me and said, "Baby you look so wired." Then she rubbed my shaved head. I told her," I know baby, but can't help it." Then she said don't worry, I will apply oil on your shaved head daily and within a month they will grow back. I said ok. Then she went in to get coffee for me and I was rubbing my shaved head and laughing at my story...

Please don't shave my head,😭😭😭😭😭

Wax headshave for smoothness

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???...