Tinder Date Part 1

Jason opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. He was at an unfamiliar place. He tried to rub his eyes but he realized that his hands were handcuffed to the back of the chair. He tried to get up and free himself but his legs were tied to the chair as well. He could see Jessica approach him from a distance. "So you are finally awake." She said.

*****

Earlier that day.

Jason was new in town. His dream for modeling brought him to New York. He had just landed a couple of days back and had finally settled down at his new place. 

'You have a new match!'

His phone lit up to a Tinder notification. Jason was new in town and had no friends or knew anyone around. He was swiping Tinder in hopes of meeting someone new. 

He checked his phone. He had matched with a girl named Jessica. She was hot. Curvy figure. Long thick hair. Her bio mentioned her interest in fetishes and BDSM. Jason didn't give it a second thought. He was ready to explore and experience new things in New York. They chatted for a couple of days. Got to know each other and finally decide to meet and go out for drinks. Since Jason was new Jessica suggested a bar and time to meet. 

Jason put on a pair of denims, black boots, a t-shirt and a denim jacket. He brushed his long luscious locks which reached his shoulders. Put on some shades and a perfume and set out to meet Jessica. 

Jessica and Jason hit off instantly. Within moments of meeting they were joking and laughing. Jason didn't realize the time pass as they spoke but suddenly he started feeling a little dizzy. "Jessica I don't feel so well." He said, trying not to pass out. 

'Don't worry Jason I'll drop you home." Assured Jessica and that's the last thing Jason remembered. 

*****

Jason opened his eyes. His vision was blurry. He was at an unfamiliar place. He tried to rub his eyes but he realized that his hands were handcuffed to the back of the chair. He tried to get up and free himself but his legs were tied to the chair as well. He could see Jessica approach him from a distance. "So you are finally awake." She said.

Jessica walked closer to Jason as her heels made loud clicking noise. "Where am I?" Muttered Jason. "Don't worry baby. You are in my Den. You are safe here." 

"Safe? Right." Jason thought.

He looked at Jessica. Earlier that day she was wearing a very elegant black dress with a denim jacket. Now She was wearing a latex suit. Her hair which were left open were now tied in a high ponytail. The latex suit stuck right on Jessica's skin, accentuating her figure, making her look more hot. 

"Here. Have some water. You will need some of this after I spiked your drink." She said as offered Jason some water, "We are about to have some fun". Jason felt better as he regained consciousness. Only then he realized that he was completely naked as he felt his skin against the leather of the chair. Jessica went to a corner of the room which was rather dark and pulled down a switch turning on the lights. Jason saw two barbershop poles light up on either sides of the chair.

"Welcome to my barbershop, Jason" announced Jessica running her long nails through Jason's hair. Jason loved the way her nails felt on his scalp but he was scared with what was happening. 

"What are you going to do to me?" Jason asked out of fear.

"Don't worry baby. We are going to male you look more handsome." Tugging his hair she said, "This sheep needs some shearing." 

"What? No! You will ruin my modeling career!" Jason exclaimed.

"Do you think you are in a position to negotiate?" Jessica laughed. "I am not taking no for an answer." Jessica declared. 

"But…" before even Jason could complete, Jessica put a leg around him and sat on his lap and started kissing him, running fingers through his hair, pulling them. Jason was aroused and had given in to his fate which lied in Jessica's hands. He had accepted the fact that the only way to get out of here is to agree to whatever Jessica says. 

"I warned you Jason. You should've understood when I said Fetishes and BDSM."  Jason had nothing to say. He had accepted his fate.

Jessica pulled a trolley still sitting on Jason's lap. She picked up a pair of shears. She picked up a lock of Jason's hair. And snip. She snipped it close to Jason's scalp leaving a literal bald patch. She dropped the hair on Jason's lap. She lifted another lock. Snipped it close to his scalp leaving another bald patch on his head and dropped it on Jason's lap. She kept on snipping the hair as she willed leaving Jason with really uneven hair. Jason really didn't care what happened to his hair now. But Jessica's sheer dominance was turning him on. Even Jessica could make out that Jason was liking it. 

Jessica took it one step further. She picked up a pair of clippers and slid on a guard. Jason closed his eyes. She flipped the clippers on and BUZZZ!!!

Chunks of Jason's hair started falling on his lap as only a short fuzz of hair was left behind. Jessica was being ruthless with the clippers. She was stopping at nothing. Jason's lap and the floor around him was filled with his locks that he once wore with pride. The buzzing stopped. Jason opened his eyes. His head was feeling light with no hair. Suddenly Jessica gave him a very passionate kiss. This was really turning Jason on a lot. He wished to kiss back, grab Jessica's body, but his hands were tied. Jessica really knew how to tease. 

Jessica got up and picked up a can of shaving cream. Shaked it twice and sprayed shaving cream on Jason's head and she started spreading it with her fingers. Jason's scalp felt cold. She picked up a razor and started shaving his head. She started at the crown, then to the front, then the sides, and then the back. Jason was completely bald now. 

But Jessica was upset that it was over. That there was no hair left to cut. So she sprayed his head with shaving cream again and shaved his head. She kept doing it until she was satisfied. And all that was left was a bald Jason and a floor full of hair.

End of Part 1.

A Halloween to remember

Kyle was the best boyfriend and the best fiance anyone could ever have. He loved Madison with his whole heart, took care of her and never let her shed a tear. He was muscular and sporty, had a good job, was good in bed. He was everything a girl could ask for. Madison and Kyle had recently moved in together into their new home and even bought a new car. Madison felt Kyke was too good and sometimes she felt that she wasn't giving back enough.

Even though Kyle never brought it up, Madison was aware that Kyle had something for hair. He liked playing with Madison's hair and would occasionally help her take care of them. She knew he preferred women with short hair. He crushed over actresses with short hair and was attracted to women with short hair. But Kyle never mentioned this to Madison. He never let it come in between their relationship and made sure that he maintained distance and stayed loyal. He never asked Madison to go cut her hair short either. 

Kyle was everything Madison wanted and she wanted to be the same way for him. It was that time of the year around Halloween when people plan out their halloween themed and costumes. It was a Sunday and Madison and Kyle were laying on the couch eating pancakes for breakfast when Madison said, "Kyle, honey, I have decided what we should be this Halloween?"

"And what's that Madison?" Asked Kyle.

"You could dress up as V from 'V for Vendetta' and I could be Natalie Portman!" replied Madison.

Kyle was visibly confused. He didn't understand. V for Vendetta came a long time back. It wasn't their favorite movie nor they had any memories attached to it. It wasn't popular anymore. He was really wondering why Madison would choose that theme.

"You can put on V's mask and a suit…" continued Madison, "...and to achieve Natalie Portman's look, you could shave my head!" 

Kyle couldn't believe what he just heard. Obviously he had imagined what Madison would look like with short hair or bald but he never told her anything about it. But Madison had noticed that about Kyle and wanted to give back to Kyle for being just the perfect person. One could say she was doing it to keep him from being attracted to someone else but she was perfectly happy and fine with getting her locks buzzed off for Kyle. 

When Kyle finally understood that Madison knew about Kyle's fetish, he broke into a sheepish grin as he couldn't hide his excitement. "Are you sure, hon?" he asked. "You better do it before I change my mind." she laughed and they both kissed.

Finally came the day before Halloween. Kyle hadn't mentioned anything about the costumes, theme or the haircut after their discussion. But Madison could sense the change in Kyle as he was always smiling and had a spring in his steps. Kyle was working on his laptop when Madison came back home from a trip to the mall buying all the stuff they would need for Halloween. She approached Kyle from behind and put her hand on his shoulder. Kyle turned back and kissed her hand. "Let's do it, Kyle." 

"Do what?" Kyle asked even though he knew she was talking about the haircut.

"Don't you want to shave my head Kyle?" Madison asked.

Kyle didn't say anything back. He just closed his laptop and stood up. 

Kyle followed Madison to the bathroom. Madison took out a pair of heavy duty clippers she just bought from the Mall. She took off her T-shirt and Jeans.  Kyle already had a boner seeing Madison naked. Madison already had her hair in a ponytail. Kyle picked up the clippers and plugged them in. The whole bathroom echoed with a loud humming noise. He placed the blade of the clippers over the hair tie that held the pony tail. The humming noise of the clippers muffled as he dug the clippers deep into her thick ponytail. Within seconds the ponytail was detached from the rest of Madison's hair. He placed the ponytail on the counter. "Why are you keeping that on the counter? Just throw it on the floor." asked Madison. 

"I am going to keep this ponytail with me. And cherish this moment for the rest of my life." said Kyle. That really made Madison blush. Kyle now flipped the clippers on again as the bathroom filled with a loud echo of the clippers. Hearing that noise was really making Madison anxious and Kyle nervous. Both their hearts were pounding with excitement. Kyle couldn't stop thinking about how he always thought of doing this to Madison and Madison just asked him to do it herself. His love for her was growing deeper with every passing moment. And for Madison, she was just happy to go bald for Kyle.

Kyle placed the clippers on Madison's forehead and started moving them towards the back of her head. The sound of the clippers muffled again as they started buzzing off Madison's hair. When Kyle lifted the clippers, what left behind was a clean patch of scalp on Madison's head. He made a few more passes as he completely shaved off Madison's top of the head. Her hair fell on her shoulder and the floor was already covered with hair. He moved to the side and placed the clippers on her side burns. Making upward swipes with the clippers he shaved of the left side too. Continuing the same motion he started shaving the back of her head. Madison was loving the sensation of the clippers buzzing against her scalp. She was loving how carefully Kyle was buzzing off her hair. She had already started loving the way it felt.

Kyle now moved to the right and started buzzing off her hair again. A few strokes and Madison was completely bald. Kyle dusted hair off Madison's shoulders and head. He flipped the clippers on again and kept shaving until he was satisfied that he hadn't left any patch behind. Blowing off the clippers Kyle said, "Let's get you cleaned up." They both took off their clothes and entered the shower. Kyle washed Madison's scalp and shampooed her buzzcut. Even Madison couldn't keep herself from touching the buzz as it was arousing the both of them. They started making out in the shower itself. Coming out of the shower after sometime they continued their love making on the bed and had the most passionate sex they have ever head in the lives. 

Indeed it was a Halloween to remember. 

The girl next door

Ruby would come to her balcony every morning and evening to comb her hair. Sometimes she would oil them. Sometimes she would braid them. And Thomas would watch her everyday from his window. They would occasionally share a smile. Tom had fallen in love. Not with Ruby. But with her hair. 

One day as the sun was setting, Ruby was oiling her hair in the balcony and Tom was looking at her like usual. Their eyes met and they both shared a smile. "Will you always keep looking at me or will you ever say anything?" Ruby said finally breaking the silence between them. Tom felt shy and looked down. "I like your hair" he said trying to strike a conversation. "I love them too. They are my prized possession. But sometimes they are a pain in the ass." she replied. "Pain in the ass? How?" He asked in a puzzled tone. "You have to take care of them. Trim them regularly. Oil them. And when they get really long, maintaining them is really difficult. Washing and drying them takes hours." Ruby explained. "I can help you out." he said. "You?" Laughed Ruby. "What do you know about hair?" She continued. "Well, if you teach me I'll learn." He replied quickly. Ruby liked his confidence. "My family have gone out and will come only by tomorrow night. Why don't you come over and help me wash hair." Ruby said teasingly taking up Tom's offer to help and went inside before Tom could say anything. 

Tom rang Ruby's bell early in the morning. Ruby hadn't even woken up. She opened the door rubbing her eyes and yawning. He heavily oiled thick hair were tied on top off her head in a tight bun. "You seem too eager to help me Tom. Come in." She teased him once more. She was still in her night dress and he walked in. "I hope you don't mind if we get straight to business." She said taking off her night dress. She stripped down to her bra and panties they stuck closely to her skin. Underneath that was a really curvy woman and Tom was unable to hide his excitement. She left him to the bathroom and started filling a bucket with hot water. "All you have to do is shampoo and condition my hair and give me a good head massage. I hope you can manage that much." As Tom entered the bathroom Ruby stopped him in his track. "Are you really going to enter with your clothes on? Go out and take off your clothes. I don't want you to get wet." He said pushing him out of the bathroom. Tom hurried out and took off his clothes until he was in his boxers. As he returned he saw Ruby sitting on the bathroom floor and a stool set behind her next to the bucket. Tom went and sat on the stool. He checked if the water wasn't too hot. Took some in the mug and poured it over Ruby's head. Ruby closed her eyes as he continued to wet Ruby's hair. He ran his fingers through her hair. He gently started wetting her hair by pouring water on her head and running his finger through her hair until her hair was dripping wet. He opened the bottle of shampoo and poured some on his hand started massaging Ruby scalp gently working his way through from root to the tips. His fingers on her scalp was putting Ruby in a state of trance. She closed her eyes and was just loving the way Tom was playing with her hair. Tom too was taking his time as he always dreamt of doing this and his dream was finally coming true. Satisfied that the shampoo had washed off the oil Tom poured more water on her hair washing the shampoo off. Now it was time for the conditioner. Just like the shampoo Tom took his time with the conditioner playing her Ruby's hair twisting them, running his fingers through her hair, giving an occasional playful tug. "That's enough Tom. Let's wash it off." said Ruby and Tom's dream came to an end. Tom washed the conditioner off her hair with a heavy heart feeling her gorgeous cascading locks for the last time.

Both came out of the bath. Ruby wrapped a towel around her and Tom put on he pants. While he was dressing up Ruby picked up a hair dryer and plugged it in. Switching on the hairdryer Ruby looked at Tom in the mirror and said, "Now they'll take hours to dry off. Some days I wish I had short hair." Tom was watching Ruby drying her hair enjoying it thoroughly. But he froze as Ruby asked, "Do you think I should cut them short?" Even Ruby stopped as she just realized what she she, "I mean like an inch or so. Not like super short." She laughed. "Yeah I mean. It's up to you. If you think you could maintain short hair better you should cut them a little. But long hair looks good on you too." Tom was trying to give diplomatic answers but be secretly wished that she cut her hair too. "Tom, will you trim my hair for me?" Ruby asked Tom out of the blue. "Wh...what? M...me?" Tom stuttered as he couldn't believe what he just heard. Before even he could gather himself Ruby said, "Yes Tom. You were good with the wash I guess you can manage this too?" Ruby's words felt divine to Tom's ears. "Just wait here." Ruby wasn't ready to take no for an answer. And Tom didn't want to give no for an answer too. Ruby quickly went to the kitchen of or tiny little place and brought a pair of small kitchen scissors. She set up the stool in front of the mirror and combed her hair out which was still pretty wet. "Come here Tom. All you have to do is hold my hair and cut a few inches. It's really easy." Tom went and picked up the scissors from Ruby's hands. "How much should I cut?" Tom asked. Ruby's hair reached her butt. She said, "Can you cut them till my waist?" Tom glared at her hair. That was much more than just an inch. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes Tom. Go ahead. Just cut them in a straight line. I'm trusting you with my life." She said holding her hair. Tom slowly started snipping her hair. Strands of wet hair started hitting the floor as he was talking small snips of scissors keeping the line as straight as possible. When he was done he took a few more snips to even it out to make sure that her hair was cut in a perfectly straight hair. 

Ruby pulled her hair in front as she stood up to inspect the haircut. "Spectacular job Tom!" She chirped fully satisfied with what Tom did. "My trust in you paid off!" "Thank you for trusting me" said Tom as his heart was beating out of his chest. Ruby quickly turned around and gave Tom a tight hug and said, "I wish someone could take care of my hair every time!" Ruby then looked at Tom and said, "Do you want to go out for coffee Tom?" Shy Tom just nodded a yes already thinking how he would be able to live his dream more often now!

Summer time ritual

The sun was beating down as Rhea entered her house with a bag full of groceries. The summer was unbearably hot this year. She tossed her bags and her car keys on the dining table. She poured herself a glass of cold water. Tossing her mop of shaggy curly hair she sat down at the dinner table. She took a gulp of water. Paused for a moment. She picked up her car keys again.

Rhea was driving around town thinking that a haircut at this very moment is the only thing that could save her from this summer heat. Unfortunately, it was the middle of the afternoon and most of the businesses are closed, she pulled up next to her usual salon to find a “Closed” sign on the door. She wasn't taking no for an answer. She went back into the car and revved her engine. She drove to the salon that was the talk of the town. But not good enough as it was closed as well. She kept driving around finding all ladies' salons closed. Every closed sign was adding to her temper. 

Rhea was now driving around aimlessly losing all hope and all irritated by the afternoon heat when se found a broken signboard that said "Al's Salon". She pulled up her car and walked right in. What she hadn't noticed was the broken part of the signboard said "men's".

She walked into the small old barbershop. It once had two barbers as the two sets of chairs, mirrors and counters suggested but only one barber was present. Noticing an unusual customer at an unusual time the old barber folded his newspaper and lowered his glasses. "I think you are lost, child", he said flicking his cigarette in the ashtray but Rhea had already settled in the chair. The old barber walked towards her as she said, "It's a salon and I need a haircut. I am at the right place." 

"I am really sorry this is a men's barbershop, child. I really should fix the signboard." said the old barber.

Rhea was not taking no for an answer today. "I do not know anything. I need to get rid of my hair." 

"Okay child. I have been a barber practically all my life. And I have had the privilege of only a few female clients. But the problem is they all wore men's haircuts. So that's all I can help you with." Pointing at a chart on the wall he said, "Those are the kind of men's haircuts I can give you but I really can't help if you are looking for something else." 

Without even looking at the chart Rhea demanded, "Just shave it off." 

The old barber smirked and left a sigh. He pumped the chair up and flung a striped Cape around Rhea. He grabbed Rhea's scraggly long locks and 

Scrunch! Scrunch!! Scrunch!!!

Within seconds her hair was on the floor. All that was left of her mane barely touched her shoulders now. The barber took a comb and parted her hair in the centre. He picked up a pair of clippers from the and dusted them. Taking the guard off he flipped them on. He placed the clippers on her forehead, right at the centre. He pushed the clippers right through the partition and the clippers' sound got muffled as it buzzed through her thick hair. He lifted the clippers leaving a bald patch right at the centre. He made a few more passes and the top of Rhea's head was reduced to a stubble. He continued passing the clippers on the side and now only the back was left. He pushed Rhea's head down and started buzzing off her back. And soon Rhea's head was completely buzzed with only a brown fuzz left behind. Rhea's lifted her hand out of the Cape and felt her freshly buzzed head. 

The old barber took some shaving foam and started spreading it on her head. Rhea felt a cool soothing menthol sensation on her head. Her trance broke as the barber said, "A head shave costs 20 bucks but I can shave your face as well for a combo of 25 bucks?" Rhea looked at her reflection in the mirror. Sitting cross-legged on a barber's chair in an old barbershop with her head covered with shaving foam. She nodded, "Do it." The barber continued spending the foam from her head to her face. He took a straight-edged razor and cleaned it off with alcohol. He inserted a fresh blade in. With smooth clean strokes, he started shaving off her head. After he was done shaving off her head he proceeded to shave off her face as well. Once that was done he picked up the foam bottle again and lathered her head and face again. This time he shaved her head and face against the grain making her head as smooth as a cue ball. 

When he was done the floor was full of Rhea's long curly locks and her lap was full of hair as well. The barber took some aftershave and applied it to Rhea's face and head. It stung a little. So he picked up a bottle of lotion and applied it to her head and face and her head started shining in the afternoon sun. Rhea felt so light and relieved as the breeze hit her head. She paid off the barber his 25 bucks and stepped out of the barbershop and looked up at the broken sign.

This summer head shave later became a yearly ritual in her life. 

Junk Mail

Junk Mail

Elizabeth grew up in a village. As she grew up, her education brought her to the city. And her job made her stay. Brought up in the village, Elizabeth was very simple. She worked as an accountant in a small business.

On an especially slow day at work, Elizabeth was just trying to kill time. She was wearing a long grey skirt and a beige shirt tucked in. Her long brown hair was open. She was twirling a strand of hair that fell on her face. She was wondering about the happy times she spent when she wasn’t a city girl. She barely felt a thing after moving to the city. There was no excitement in her life.

Trying to pass some more time she thought of clearing her email inbox. After clearing the regular mail she thought of clearing the junk mail. While cleaning her junk mail she stumbled upon a mail titled: “It’s time to change yourself.” Just out of curiosity she opened the mail.

Elizabeth,

It’s time to change yourself. It’s time for a makeover. 

Hope to see you at: 

1, Le Château, Bronx Road.

Hope to see you on 26 June at 1800 HRS.

Regards,

XXX

A very suspenseful mail. The kind of ones you don’t pay attention to. But Elizabeth felt a little different after reading this mail. She hadn’t been on an adventure for years. She also looked the same for years. Same long brown hair. Same conservative outfits. She felt a sense of excitement after reading this email. She thought to herself that it’s okay to go out on an adventure once in a while. If something felt odd she would turn around. She quickly checked the calendar on her computer. She almost jerked in shock at the co-incidence. The mail was sent for today itself. She checked the time. She realized that if she left immediately after work, she could reach the destination with a minute to spare. 

Elizabeth stared at the clock tick till it was time to leave. She quickly grabbed her purse and rushed out. Quickly calling out for a cab and dodging the puddle it splashed she got in. Elizabeth reached the given address with a minute to spare like she estimated. 

She had never been to this place before. She got out of the cab outside the very old building with a huge wooden door. She started looking for a doorbell to ring or a handle to knock but she jolted as the door suddenly creaked open. As the outside light entered the dimly lit room, Elizabeth saw a middle aged Chinese woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed like a waitress wearing excessive makeup. “Come in.” greeted the Chinese woman. Elizabeth followed her inside Le Château. 

Le Château looked just as old from the inside as it was from the inside only it was much grand. It had red walls and a wooden floor and it was dimly lit with chandeliers. Before Elizabeth could notice anything else a deep voice manly said, “We have been expecting you, Elizabeth” And suddenly Elizabeth started wondering how they knew her name. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted and the deep voice continued, “Are you ready for your hair makeover?” The man emerged from the background. In his later 30's or early 40's, wearing an all black suit with black boots, black shirt and black satin tie. His facial features looked sharp in the dim light. 

Elizabeth’s thoughts like “Who said anything about hair?” faded just by looking at the sheer hotness of the sleek mysterious person.

“Miss Chan, why don’t you escort Elizabeth to the hair station and then fix her outfits?” ordered the mysterious man. Miss Chan, the lady who received Elizabeth at the entrance, held Elizabeth with a firm grip. Firm enough to not let her escape but gentle enough to not hurt her. She escorted her to a corner of the room with a large mirror with it’s border illuminated with light bulbs and old fashioned barber’s chair with tight red leather. Miss Chan made Elizabeth sit on the chair as the man dressed in black approached the chair from behind. She bowed to the man and left. Elizabeth looked at the man in the mirror. Looking at him closely, she couldn’t help notice his slick black hair combed back and his striking features, that would make any woman desire him. 

“Are we ready, Miss Elizabeth?” he asked.

Elizabeth nodded yes as a sweat broke on to her brow. She was taking deep breaths and her heart was pounding as her mind tried to grasp on to the situation. 

“Good”, said the man and draped Elizabeth with a white satin cape and covered the neck with a paper towel. He pulled a rope next to the mirror and the mirror was covered with a red satin curtain. Putting on black latex gloves he looked over to the tray stand next to the chair with an array of hair cutting tools. He picked up a pair of large, glistening, silver shears. He grabbed Elizabeth’s hair near her neck.

Scrunch! Scrunch!! Scrunch!!! 

He hacked Elizabeth’s hair and what was left behind was a chin length bob. He dropped the mass of hair on her lap. Elizabeth’s eyes filled with water. She realized that he had chopped off her hair to her chin but there was no way to figure out what she looked like. She began to wonder if she looked like her younger self.

The man picked a pair of clippers and slipped on a #2 guard. He pushed Elizabeth’s head down with one hand till her chin touched her breast. The flipped the clippers on and the room echoed with a loud hum as the clippers roared. Placing the clippers on Elizabeth’s nape he began shearing her hair until a soft fuzz was left behind. When he was done with the nape he moved on to the sides and a the temple of her head until he gave a nice fade. Elizabeth clutched the handle of the chair tightly with each pass of clippers. 

The man picked up a spray bottle and sprayed a mist of water to wet Elizabeth’s hair. The water had a strong yet graceful fragrance. Elizabeth felt at peace with this fragrance. The mysterious man picked up relatively small shears this time and started trimming off whatever was left on the top of Elizabeth’s head. He was carefully taking sections from the crown and snipping them off making his way to the front of her head. The entire floor was full of hair as the hair came cascading down from the satin cape. With quick snips he finished off the front of her hair and placed the shears back on the tray.

He took off the paper towel that covered Elizabeth’s neck. Elizabeth thought that the haircut was over but the man sprayed some more water on the nape and the sides of her head. He pressed the nozzle of a bottle of shaving gel and started spreading it gentle on her nape, behind her ears and on the sideburns. He picked up a straight edged razor and bent Elizabeth’s head again until her chin touched her breasts. As soon as the razor touched Elizabeth’s nape, a shiver ran down her spine, by the sensation of the cold razor. As the razor was cleaning off the stubble on her nape and sideburn, the sensation of a razor against her skin made her nipples hard and her pussy wet.

The man placed the razor back on the tray. He moved in front of the chair and pulled the curtain that covered the mirror. Elizabeth stared back at her reflection. Her hair was cut into a short yet very feminine pixie cut which enhanced her facial features. 

The man clapped twice. Miss Chan emerged from the background carrying a few outfits. “Please undress yourself” she demanded. Elizabeth still hadn’t recovered from the euphoria of her haircut. 

“Why don’t you help Miss Elizabeth out?” said the man lighting up a black cigarette. Elizabeth was too stunned by the entire experience that she did not resist. Miss Chan stripped her until she was wearing only her bra and panties. She dressed her into black slacks, black top paired with a black coat and black heels. Elizabeth was now unrecognizable. Miss Chan handed over a few more outfits to Elizabeth. 

Flicking his cigarette the man said, “We have a car waiting outside that will drop you off home.” Elizabeth was escorted outside by Miss Chan and was received by the chauffeur of a posh black sedan who greeted her, “Welcome to the Black Aces Family, ma’am” Elizabeth’s life was about to change forever.

A Covid Pandemic Haircut!

A Covid Pandemic Haircut 

The year is 2020 and the world is gripped with the Covid Pandemic. It has affected the world to varying degrees but it has affected each and every one of us.

Ravi lived in the part of town where the effects were comparatively low and people were allowed to go for a walk or a run as far as they don’t leave their vicinity and maintain social distancing. Ravi was a young boy with an athletic body but a shy nature. To maintain his fitness and athletic body he would go for runs within his society complex. And so would other young ladies from his society complex.

One such evening Ravi was in the middle of his run when he noticed that Preeti was jogging too. Preeti was a young mother and without a doubt the most beautiful lady in the society. Her husband was always in and out of town with business. She had thick, long black hair with golden brown highlights. Ravi was running behind Preeti on the jogging track and couldn't help notice Preeti’s thick ponytail bounce against her round butt with each step she took. All Ravi could think about was how he wished he could play with her hair. He was so distracted by her beautiful hair that he decided to take a break and have a sip of water. Coincidentally Preeti stopped as she saw a friend of hers.

“Hi Madhu how are you? It’s been such a long time even though we stay in the same society, isn’t it?”,Preeti greeted her friend as Ravi couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“I am fine Preeti. It has been really long! This lockdown I swear!”,said Madhu

“You can’t even go anywhere. I feel so stuck! I have been meaning to get a haircut to get rid of my split ends but all the salons are closed!”

“You are talking about a haircut? You don’t even get proper groceries! Any way I am in a hurry I must go now. I will catch you later.”

Madhu hurries away but god knows what takes over Ravi. Almost out of control he blurts out, “Are you looking for a haircut?”

“Yes?”, Preeti said as she looked at Ravi with a puzzled look. Even Ravi couldn’t grasp what just happened.

“Maybe I can help you out?”, said Ravi again as if someone was controlling him.

“You know how to give a haircut?”, Preeti said as she was caught completely off guard. 

“I am not a professional stylist. But hey, I don’t think it is that difficult, is it?” This was not the shy Ravi everyone knew.

“I am sure a trim wouldn’t hurt. Anyway this lock down doesn’t seem to be ending soon. Why don’t you come over tomorrow morning?”

Trim wouldn’t hurt? Come over tomorrow? Ravi couldn’t believe his ears!

     

 Ravi had a secret hair fetish and it kept him up all night thinking about the next day. He always dreamt about a situation like this and already had prepared himself with the right tools just for a day like this. Just like a school boy before the night of a school trip, Ravi kept imagining and fantasizing about the next day.

 Ding-Dong! Ravi rang Preeti’s doorbell the next morning. The door opened. He stood there with a backpack on his back and his jaws dropped. Preeti opened the door and she was wearing only a bathrobe wrapped around her body and you could clearly see her cleavage. A towel sat on her head like a crown. Preeti was just out of shower and even washed her hair.

“Why don’t you come in…”,Preeti invited Ravi in as he stood frozen at her door still trying to process how stunning she was looking.

“...I washed my hair today for you. And I even stayed in a bathrobe. I don’t want hair falling and sticking on to my clothes.”, she continued. 

“Do you want some coffee? I made some for myself”,Preeti said as Ravi followed her to the room. A rest chair was already set in front of the dressing mirror.

“Sure I’d like some coffee.”,panicked Ravi.

“Why don’t you settle yourself and I will bring your coffee.”, replied Preeti as if she was reassuring Ravi.

Preeti returned with the coffee to see that Ravi had decorated the dressing table with a comb, scissors, spray bottle and a razor and a cape was hanging on the arm of the chair.

“Wow! You came all prepared!”said Preeti handing over Ravi’s coffee and settling in the chair. “And you brought a cape too.Guess I won’t be needing this after all.” she continued as she untied her bathrobe and let it slip. The bathrobe glided on her glistening skin and she let it drop onto the floor and sat cross legged on the chair and flipped her wet hair behind the chair.

Ravi quickly gulped down his coffee and said, “I am ready when you are. What are you looking for?”

“Well, I was looking for a trim. But you seem to know more than I think you do. So what would you suggest?”

“If you want a trim then maybe that's what we can do. Maybe a straight cut taking off an inch or two. Fringes are trending these days. Maybe we can get you some fringes?”

“I love that idea!” exclaimed Preeti as she jumped with excitement and so did her boobs. Ravi couldn’t help but stare at them. 

“Won’t you put that cape on me?” said Preeti, breaking Ravi’s gaze almost teasing him for staring at her boobs.

Ravi nodded shyly and draped Preeti with the cape. He pulled hair back, picked up the comb from the dressing table and started combing her hair. Running the comb through Preeti’s long thick hair made Ravi’s heart thump through his chest. He took his time to comb through her hair and play with it.

“So an inch or two?” inquired Ravi

“Make it three!” smirked Preeti

Ravi’s eyes widened with shock and his heart started beating with excitement and his breath got heavy. He combed her hair one last time. He held her hair between two fingers above her hips and raised the hair. “Is this much okay?” asked Ravi making sure one last time. Preeti nodded in agreement.

Snip! Snip!! Snip!!!

With each snip the three inches of Preeti’s hair was on the floor. Ravi picked the comb and combed through the hair once again. Taking small sections of Preet’s hair he evened out the length in a straight cut. Preeti’s butt length hair was reduced to just above her waist. Ravi moved to the front and stood facing Preeti. Using the teeth of his comb he divided the hair in the front into a triangle. Combing the hair from that section out he quickly gave the hair a few gentle twists. And with just one snip Preeti’s hair fell on her lap as Ravi cut her hair just below the eyes. Using the point cut technique he reduced the length further to her eyebrows. Preeti loved watching how Ravi was working with her hair with great speed, skill and dexterity. 

Ravi proceeded to take a section out from the right  temple of Preeti’s head. Holding the scissors at an angle he quickly gave a sloping cut making the face framing layer to accentuate the fringes. He quickly did the same for the left side. Satisfied with his work he stood behind Preeti and looked at her in the mirror.

Preeti took a moment to process everything. The fringes were making her look younger and hotter. She looked almost 5 years younger and couldn’t recognize herself for a moment. Breaking the silence after a moment Preeti said holding Ravi’s arm, “Wow! I don’t know what I was expecting out of this cut but I sure wasn’t expecting it to look so wonderful. How come you are so good at this?”

“Maybe it’s my passion?” Ravi replied shyly.

“I really cannot believe it. You came so well prepared…” Preeti said and then quickly drawing her attention to the tools on her dressing table she continued “...Look at all this stuff. I am really impressed by you Ravi!” she continued. Picking up the razor she said,”What were you planning to do with this?”

“Well, nothing really. But if you want I can shave your nape? A clean shaved nape would look really sexy when you tie your hair up in a bun or a ponytail.” Ravi responded.

“Let’s do it!” exclaimed Preeti in affirmation.

Ravi was shocked to hear this and a shiver ran down his spine. Without wasting a moment he grabbed Preet’s hair and tied it into a bun. Pick up the spray bottle and sprayed Preeti’s nape with a generous amount of water till it was dripping wet. He picked up the straight edged razor, flicked it open and started shaving the stray hair on Preet’s nape. Without a doubt, looking at Preeti’s expression, you could tell she was enjoying it. When Ravi was done he let loose Preeti’s bun and it came down like a waterfall. He was combing it once again when Preeti interrupted, “Why don’t you grab the blow dryer quickly and run the comb.” Taking Preeti’s orders Ravi picked up her blow dryer, plugged it in, flipped it on and tried to work through it. When Preeti’s hair was relatively dry he combed through her soft hair one last time.

“I think we are done.” Ravi sighed. His dream was coming towards an end. 

“I love it!” smiled Preeti.

With a quick jerk Preeti took off the cape and a new Preeti stood up from the chair. As she stood up her hair bounced over the rest of the chair on to her back. They reached just above her waist and were looking beautiful, neatly cut in a straight line. Preeti leaned over towards the mirror to adjust her fringes. Ravi couldn't help thinking how sexy her ass looked now that the hair wasn’t covering it anymore. 

Putting on her bathrobe on again with a bright smile on her face Preeti said, “How much do you take for your haircuts, Mr. Hair Stylist?” Being called that Ravi felt very shy and looked at his feet as he blushed.

“If you really liked your haircut you can repay me by letting me do your next haircut as well!” Ravi said finally.

As Ravi began to leave Preeti stopped him by gently grabbing his hand. “I’ll let you know the next time I need a haircut.” Both of them gave each other big bright smiles and shook hands in agreement of the deal. Preeti closed the door behind Ravi and went back to admiring herself in her new haircut in front of the mirror.