Kidnapped

Mrs. Macy was a highschool teacher. In her early 30s, her petite figure had all the high school boys crushing on her. Her soft features were only accentuated by her long red hair which reached her waist. They were healthy and thick and recently cut into layers but the hectic schedule almost always had her hair in a bun. Her husband was into the tech business.

One day while returning from school she was walking down a lane which was unusually empty for that time of the day. But since it was her regular route, Mrs. Macy did not suspect anything unusual. But suddenly an black van slowed down near her. The windows were tinted black. A man in a black sweater and black pants wearing a black ski mask jumped out of the rear sliding door and pulled Mrs. Macy in. He swiftly covered her mouth with choloroform rag.

When Mrs. Macy woke up she found herself in a vacant warehouse tied to a chair. She tried to scream and run but her lips were shut tight with a duct tape. 

"Oh so you are awake" said a deep voice from a distance. He emerged from the the darkness and set up a camera in front of her.

It was only when the kidnappers contacted Mrs. Macy's husband he realised that she had gone missing.

"One simple way to get you wife back. Give us $1 million in cash and take her away."

"But...but...I don't have that kind of cash lying around." Stuttered Mrs. Macy's husband.

"Then kiss your wife good bye. Every hour you delay, your wife will lose her hair." He said and disconnected the line.

Tears rolled down Mrs. Macy's eyes as she sat helpless tied to the chair.

A beep of a digital watch marked the passage of an hour. There was no sign of Mrs. Macy's husband nor the money. The kidnapper came close to her dragging a very old table. The table hosted a pair of scissors and clippers. The kidnapper switched on the camera ones again. He picked up the scissors. Went behind Mrs. Macy and opened her bun. Her hair cascaded down like a waterfa. He held her hair near her shoulders blades and chopped them of in one snip. Showed the hair to the camera. And dropped them on the floor. And like that in one snip Mrs. Macy's hair was reduced to the mid of her back.

Another our passed by as the watch beeped. There was no sign of Mrs. Macy's husband. The kidnapper grabbed the scissors once again. Switched on the camera to give Mrs. Macy's husband a live feed. He showed no mercy as he chopped her hair near her nape. He did not even bother to maintain a straight line. Mrs. Macy's hair were in a jagged bob barely reaching her shoulders. No screaming helped Mrs. Macy as she remained helplessly tied to the chair.

Mrs. Macy was really hoping her husband would show up. She was praying. Begging. But there was no sign of him as another hour passed by. This time the kidnapper picked up the clippers as he switched on the camera. He stood behind Mrs. Macy and flipped the clippers on. The humming of the clippers muffled as he dug them into Mrs. Macy's thick hair right in her partition. One pass of the clippers left a straight bald line right at the center of Mrs. Macy's head as her hair fell on her shoulder and lap. Another pass. Another bald patch. A tear escaped Mrs. Macy's eye and trickled down her cheek. The kidnapper was showing no mercy. He made quick long pass. The heavy duty clippers were doing the needful showing no resistance to Mrs. Macy's thick hair. After the top of her head the kidnapper kept the same motion as he shaved Mrs. Macy's sides. He folded her left ear and in two passes shaved her left side clean. Doing the same to the right the kidnapper moved to her back as he could hear the police sirens wailing in distance. He started shaving her hair even faster. In three quick passes he shaved the back of her head. As the last lock of her hair hit the floor the kidnappers heard the police breaking down the jammed door. They needed to make a quick escape and got into their get away car and disappeared in thick smoke left by the car. 

The kidnappers did not get the money but got the pleasure to shave Mrs. Macy's hair. 

Mischievous lovers discover their fetish

Angelina and Tom studied in the same class. Angelina was a babe. The talk of the school. She had the perfect figure and the most plumpy lips. Needless to say she was a cheerleader but was also q tennis player. She had long and straight blond that she tied in a high ponytail. The blouse, skirt and stockings really brought out her curves. Tom was as handsome a a boy could be. His wavy hair always neatly groomed and face clean shaved. He played baseball. With his chiseled jawline he looked really handsome in the school's suit and tie uniform.

Now Angelina and Tom were attracted to each other. But they were two young to understand that. In fact they thought they hated each other as they were always competing for grades. They would always try to annoy the other person or get them in trouble. From hiding each other's stuff to tripping each other in hallways they never missed an opportunity.

One day, Angelina hid Tom's baseball shoes and he had to miss his practice after school and got a mouthful from his coach. Tom wanted to get a one up from Angelina, a revenge. He usually sat behind her in class and had a habit of chewing gum. While in their last lecture for the day Tom stuck chewing gum on Angelina's hair without thinking much about it.

Tom returned to his room after his baseball practice and saw that his room was already open. Slowly and steadily he crept in his own room when Angelina pinned him to the wall holding his collar with both her hands. 

"What the fuck were you thinking Tom? I know it was you. No one else can do this. I know it's you!" She started screaming at him.

Surprised by the sudden assualt Tom said, "Wh...what.. happened?" 

"You stuck chewing gum to my hair bitch do you know how much I love my hair?" She broke down crying with anger and dropped on Tom's bed. Realising the gravity of the situation Tom immediately held her shoulders and said, "I am sorry Angelina I did not know my actions would affect you so much." 

"There is no point saying sorry Tom. The damage is already done."

"How can I fix it Angelina?" He asked still maintaining his sorry tone.

"You want to fix this now? You want to fix this? Give your scissors!" 

Without any delay Tom grabbed a pair of scissors and handed ove them to Angelina. Angelina swiftly cut the strand stuck to the chewing and threw it at Tom. He soft hair fell on the floor like feather.

"Here. Fix this!" She said again breaking down into tears.

"How do I fix this Angelina. There is a bald patch on your head." Tom said softly.

"Just fix it Tom." She cried.

Tom went into his bathroom and came back with a pair of clippers he would use to shave his face. He lifted Angelina's face from her hands and flipped on the clippers. Angelina's blank eyes with spread mascara looked back into Tom's equally blank eyes. I took the clippers and ran straight though Angelina's middle partition leaving a strip of fuzz. Quickly he made a few more passes and Angelina's locks casacaded down to her shoulder leaving the top of her head practically bald. He folded her left ear and swiftly made a few more passes and shaved the left side of her head. The bed was slowly getting covered with her hair. She sat frozen through the proces her eyes still staring at Tom's face. 

He followed the same process for the right side and bent her head down. She obediently obliged. Tom held the clippers on her nape and pushed them upwards digging then into Angelina's hair. The clippers kept buzzing her hair till there was nothing left. 

Tom lifted Angelina's face again. Her mystic eyes glimmered and she looked gorgeous with a bald head. Tom took thr same clippers and placed them in Angelina's hair. He held her hand and guided them to his hair. They both held the clippers as Tom dug the clippers in his own hair and a few cury locks fell on the ground. He now handed the clippers to Angelina and let her shave his head. Angelina did not show any expression and shaved Tom's head as Tom sat in front of her in submission. After his head was shaved Angelina switched off the clippers and just dropped them on the ground. They both looked at each other for a moment. And came closer. And closer. And shared their first kiss.

In a hurry they undressed each other still kissing each other passionately. Tom threw Angelina on th bed which was covered with her hair. And jumped on her. And they made love for hours.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Tiffany was working in her front yard when she saw an unfamiliar pick up truck pulling over in the house next to her. A handsome young man got out the truck wearing cargo shorts and an unbuttoned shirt showing off his muscular physique. Immediately Tiffany recognised that this is the new tenant that was going to arrive in the place next to her.

Tiffany walked closer to notice that he had a lot of boxes loaded in the back of his truck. The packers and movers had already shipped most of his stuff. But the boxes looked too big for one person to carry. Tiffany waved hi from across her lawn, "Hey you need help with those?" The steanger looked at the boxes. Taking a minute to think, he said "Yeah I think I do."

"By the way hi I am Tiffany" 

"My name is Smith" the stranger introduced himself.

The entire task of carrying the boxes inside and setting the things up took the entire evening leaving both of them drenched in sweat. "Thank you so much for helping me out today. If it wasn't for you, I probably still would've been struggling with the boxes." 

"Hey you really don't need to mention that. Just remember the favour when I need one" she said tying her hair in a bun. The moment she made the bun she realised, "Oh my god we got so busy moving the boxes I absolutely forgot about my hair appointment." 

"I am really sorry" Smith started apologizing, "I probably should've done thus myself. So sorry for putting you through this." 

"Hey it's perfectly fine. I can reschedule it. By the way I noticed you don't have anything to eat, what are you plans?"

"I am supposed to meet my friend tonight for dinner and I am going to make it in time because of you."

"That's great! Why don't you come over tomorrow for breakfast?" 

"That's so nice of you. I would love to" he said. Waving each other goodnight they headed back home.

The next morning Tiffany heard a knock on the door. Assuming it's Smith she shouted from the kitchen, "Come in it's open!" 

Smith was drawn to kitchen by the fresh aroma of eggs, bacon and coffee but what actually caught his attention was Tiffany standing with her back at Smith. She just out of shower and still in her bath robe, towel tied around her hair and bathroom slippers. She looked ravishing. 

They both sat down for breakfast where they talked about what brought Smith to the town and how Tiffany has lived here all her life. They talked about how their past was and how they wish their future would be. After the breakfast Smith thanked Tiffany, "Thank you so much for the breakfast and helping me out yesterday. And I am really sorry about your hair appointment. If you don't mind, I can return the favor by giving you a haircut?" 

Tiffany was taken aback for a minute, "Do you know how to cut hair?" 

"Well, I won't lie. I was no hairstylist in my past life. But there is first time for everything right?"

"I have never let anyone touch my hair. But there is first time for everything I guess?" She said.

"So that's a yes?" 

"It is. Let's go to my bedroom!"

Smith followed her to the bedroom.

She pulled off the towel from her hair and dropped it on the bed and shook her head to drop her bun. "So? How do you want to do it?" She inquired.

"I guess we'll need a pair of scissors and a comb" he said

Tiffany pulled a drawer in her dresser and pulled out a comb and a pair of scissors. They weren't particularly hairstyling scissors but good enough to get rhe job done.

"Where do I sit?" She asked. He asked her to sit on the floor crossed legged in front of the mirror. He himself sat behind her on the bed and started combing her. Hair he detangled her hair with dexterity and combed them well before asking, "How short do you want them?" 

"Well not too short!" Tiffany exclaimed. About shoulder length. Tiffany's hair was red. And reached where her bra strap would be. Smith combed her hair for one last time and with a few quick snips he cut Tiffany's hair into a straight line just below her shoulders. Her hair plopped down on her lap and around her with each snip of the scissors. Giving a few finishing touches he showed Tiffany the final results. Tiffany asked him to make the straight like a U. A few more snips followed and Tiffany was enjoying the process. Satisfied with the length and the cut Smith started combing her hair and held it like a pony tail. He felt the tipsnof the freshly cut hair. And Tiffany could see Smith's reactions and expressions in the mirror. He gently slid out his dick which was already very hard. Tiffany was shocked to see this and she froze. Smith started brushing the hair on his dick. Looking at Smith enjoying himself and looking at his dick really turned Tiffany on as she started touching herself. Smith kept fucking her hair as Tiffany reached climax too. Smith couldn't hold it as his dick exploded and he came all over Tiffany's hair. Smith just dropped coldnon the bed as Tiffany climaxed. 

When both of them recovered they realised what had happened. "I guess you'll have to give me a hair wash Mr. Hairdresser" Tiffany sighed catching her breath. They both went to the washroom and stood under the shower having steamy shower sex. 

Losing a bet? Or winning it?

I met her at a bar. It was a Saturday night. She was wearing a tight black dress and was looking really hot in the disco lights. He her was short and that's what I really found attractive.

She was sitting at the bar with her drinks. Away from the dance floor, away from her friends. I thought this was the best opportunity to strike a conversation.

I hopped on the bar stool next to her and glanced at her. She seemed pretty gloomy. 

"Drinking away our sorrows today?" I said trying to spark a dialogue.

"I broke up with my boyfriend. So my friends dragged me to the club. Not really feeling it though."

A ravishing girl? With short hair? And single? My mind started wondering

"Mind if I buy you a drink?" She agreed. This was my cue. I signalled the bartender to repeat her drink.

"You look gorgeous in this dress" She just smiled. I was trying hard to speak but I think she was lost in her own thoughts.

She chugged her whiskey as the bartender poured her another and looked at me. She looked beautiful in the dim light. Her hair was too short to be a bob and too long to be a pixie. Her cute ears were visible and her ear rings dangled by her shoulders.

"I really like your haircut" I just said unconsciously. I really didn't mean to make it evident or say it so soon but the moment took over.

"Haha it's a funny story" she said finaly giving a faint yet genuine smile.

"Tell me about it!" I said finally seeing the conversation heading somewhere. And somewhere that I liked.

"So a couple of months back when I was still with my boyfriend..." Aah I didn't wamt her to go down that road but I was interested so I kept listening.

"...there was one time where we placed bets. The one who wouldn't complete the dare loses. After a few stupid bets like eating spicy food or shop lifting chocolates we were taking the bets to the next level. We were walking in the city centre when my boyfriend spotted a roadside babershop. Calling it a shop itself would be an over statement. It was just one chair under the shade of a tree. Mirror nailed to the tree trunk. A shelf was bolted to the wall next to it which had a few equipments. The barber was an old man - thin and short. He was sitting on the barber's chair itself reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarette and periodically flipping the ash. My boy friend say,

"I dare you too..." He took a pause and said, "Shave your head" he said pointing at the barber.

My jaw dropped. A pit formed in my stomach. He never complimented my hair like you did. But I did not know he was so insensitive that he wouldn't mind me getting it shaved. But I wasn't someone who would back down too and took up the dare.

We walked up to the barber. Seeing us approaching him the barber dusted the chair with his newspaper and invited my boyfriend to take a seat. My boyfriend said, "Shave her head." Not used to catering to female clients the barber was taken aback. When I sat down on the chair he realised we were serious so he just shrugged and pulled out a cape. He lifted my hair which was shoulder length back then and tied the cape around my neck. He sprayed my hair till they were dripping wet. He picked up a straight edge razor from the shelf and changed the blade. He sprayed some after shave on it to disinfect it. He parted my hair in middle using his fingers. I dug the razor in my hair at the top of my head and kept scraping along the partition. And few strands of hair fell on my lap. It was very embarrassing getting shaved in the open as the on lookers glanced at me with their judgemental stares. My boyfriend just stood there he didn't even seem to be moved a bit. The barber just kept shaving till I had absolutely nothing left. Before even I could absorb what happened amd the pile of hair on my lap the barber sprayed some water on my head and shaved it again. He took of the cape and my hair fell on my feet and the floor on the dust. All gone to waste. The barber applied some after shave on my head and that stung like hell."

I was absolutely lost imagining as she narrated and I only came back when there was an awkward silence after she was done with her story.

"I bet you looked great even with your hair shaved" I said.

"Do you think so?" She said feeling shy and she tucked her hair behind her ear. The hair was not long enough to be tucked and escaped.

I tucked the strand behind and said holding her face, "I really think so"

"Do you want to see me bald?" She asked leaning towards me.

"I would love to" I said leaning towards her.

After sharing a passionate kiss she said, "Why don't you invite me over for a haircut date? You'll get to see me bald only if you shave my head" 

We sealed the deal with a kiss and headed home.

  

Tinder Date Part 2

Jessica's encounter with Jason left her wanting for more. A night full of hair and passionate sex. But she didn't text him back. She was too afraid to be rejected or ignored after what she had done to Jason's hair. 

A week passed by. Jessica would still think about Jason some time. One day Jessica was cleaning up after dinner when her phone rang. It was Jason. She picked up immediately. 

"Hello is this Jessica? It's me, Jason. I hope you didn't forget me!"

"Yes Jason! How can I forget you?"

"I actually wanted to thank you Jessica!"

"Why?", Jessica was really puzzled. 

"I had a meeting with a casting manager. He actually short listed me for my previous look. I reluctantly showed up at the meeting with no hair. But they actually liked my bald look and thought I would be the perfect model for their new photo shoot."

"That's so great Jason, I am so happy for you!", Jessica was relieved.

"But there's a twist in the tale here. The photo shoot is for a huge sunglasses brand and they are looking for a bald female model to pair me up with…"

Jessica's heart skipped a beat as Jason took a pause.

"...and my manager has asked me to look for a model. If you don't mind, can I suggest your name? The only thing is you'll have to go bald. What do you think?"

"I don't know Jason." Jessica stuttered. 

"They are paying really well. Think about it." Jason insisted.

"It's not about the money Jason. I would only go bald if you would shave my hair for me."

"That sounds amazing! It's a deal then. I'll let my manager know and see you later then!" Jason hung up.

Jessica's heart sunk thinking about what she just committed to do.

****

Ding dong. It was Jason at the door. Jessica wasn't expecting Jason to show up immediately. She was just wearing a t-shirt. Nothing else. Her thick hair was parted in the center and tied into two ponytails

"Hi Jessica it's so nice to see you again." Said Jason and gave Jessica a kiss. Jessica didn't say anything.

"Are you ready for the haircut Jessica?" 

Jessica just nodded as she was still processing what was happening and about to happen.

Jessica was just standing still staring at Jason as he entered her place. His hair grew a little since the last time they met. He was looking really hot. 

"Will you just stand there or bring me your clippers stuff?" 

Jessica agreed and went inside. Within moments she came out with scissors, clippers and razor. Jason pulled out a kitchen chair. Jessica sat on it. She was just enchanted by Jason. She was just obeying to whatever he was saying. 

Jason placed his hands on her shoulders. "Are you ready?", he asked. Jessica nodded in affirmation. Jason flipped on the clippers. Jessica got goosebumps just listening to the loud hum. Her hair was tied in two ponytails with a center partition. Jason placed the clippers on the partition and slid it in her hair leaving a bald patch in the center. Jessica was so turned on she couldn't help herself she started touching herself. A few more strokes and Jessica had no hair on the top. Her ponytails were falling, holding on to the remaining hair. Jason held the right ponytail and started shaving it off. With a few quick swipes of the clippers Jessica was bald completely on the right side. Doing the same on the left side he buzzed Jessica completely.Jessica was reaching her climax when suddenly she felt something cold on her head. Jason was spreading shaving cream on her head. The thought of getting herself clean shaved excited her even more.  Jason spread the shaving cream evenly on her head. Picked up the razor and started shaving her head with small strokes. Slowly he started shaving her head really smooth. The razor kept scraping away her stubble leaving behind her bare scalp. The cold metal of the razor really excited Jessica and she moaned loudly as she came. Jason smiled as he continued shaving. He remembered how Jesscia kept shaving his head again and again so he decided to do the same. After shaving it once he spread the shaving cream again on her head gently massaging her clean shaved head. Swiftly he started shaving her head in reverse strokes, shaving her head smoother than before. After he was done he wiped her head clean with a towel and applied lotion to moisturize her head and he kissed her freshly shaved head. Jessica turned around and kissed Jason. Jason pulled her closer and started kissing her passionately as both of them were running their hands on each other's shaved heads. They really couldn't keep their hands off each other and had the most passionate sex they had in their entire lives.

 

The photoshoot and the ad campaign was a huge success and they came to be known in the industry as the bald modeling couple. 

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.