Bill Harter
After Stacy gave me an unexpected shearing before my last massage I decided she was getting out of hand with her dominance. I had to change our relationship.
My first step was to get my hair cut an hour before my massage. I didn’t want Stacy to have any excuse for a “trim” or nape shave. She had given me a very tight taper cut, slicked with massage lotion, and sharply parted. I went to my regular barber, Roxy, to have it tightened up.
Roxy was not amused that I had “let” Stacy give me a haircut. She not only renewed my tight taper, but vented her annoyance by giving me a high bald fade without asking.
The resulting cut was basically a high and tight that was long enough on top to be slicked down with a heavy application of pomade. The top glistened with grease on either side of a wide hard part, while the lower part of the fade was shaved perfectly smooth with her straight razor. It was a stark, brutal cut, perfect for what I had in mind.
When I walked into Stacy’s massage studio, her jaw dropped. “Bill! What a drastic cut! I thought you liked it when I cut your hair! I was so looking forward to cutting it again….” Her disappointment was all over her face. She couldn’t decide whether to be angry or cry.
“Yes, I’m all trimmed up. You, on the other hand, are a shaggy mess. I told you to cut it, but you didn’t listen.” I ran a hand through her grown out bob. It was down to her collar bones. Her blonde hair was shot through with gray and a pretty color. But it was overgrown from her cute short bob and the ends were ragged.
“I’ve been so busy that I just couldn’t find time to get to the salon…”
“We’re going to take care of that today. Go into the first massage room and get out of your clothes. Let’s start with you in the chair so I can go to work with my clippers. Just put the towel over your midsection. I’ll be there in a minute.” I was consciously echoing what she said to me the last time.
“Clippers? On my hair…..”
I gave her a hard slap on her nicely rounded butt and she yelped. “Don’t make me say it twice. The correct response is ‘Yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, sir.” She slowly walked off, looking down submissively and rubbing her sore bottom.
Mission accomplished. I was in charge now.
I picked up the backpack with all my haircutting tools and walked to the massage room. I opened the door and saw that Stacy had obediently taken off her summer dress and was sitting naked on a comfortable chair. She looked apprehensive.
I made a great show of laying out scissors, thinning shears, and my heavy Wahl clippers. I selected a number 2 guard and snapped it onto the clippers with a sharp click. Stacy was watching with wide eyes as I got ready and was very focused on the selection of a guard that would only leave ¼ inch of hair behind.
Then, I laid out the hair products along with a blow dryer. A water spray bottle, shaving foam, mousse, Extra Hold Aquanet, and my favorite SixtyEight oil based pomade. I hadn’t yet decided how I would style her new cut and wanted all options open.
“Now then, let’s get you sectioned, shall we?” I combed through her overgrown bob gently, then sectioned the back of her head. I made a part just to the left of her crown, angling out slightly and down the back of her head. The large panel on the left side of her head would make up the longer portion of her bob, and I held it out of the way with a hair clip. I repeated the process on the right.
I sectioned the back panel horizontally at her occipital and twisted it up and out of the way. I left the remaining broad, thick section hanging straight down. It looked vulnerable, exposed, while the rest of her hair was clipped safely out of the way.
“Sir, I thought you were just going to shorten my bob…..”
“Shhh, Stacy. I am going to shorten your bob, but you are also going to get a clippered nape getting rid of all this bulk—I tugged on the longer hair flowing freely—will keep you cool and tidy.”
She tried to argue, but I silenced her by turning on the clippers. That delightful low hum filled the small room. I was going to cut her hair dry, so she got the full sensation of silky locks sliding down her breasts and thighs.
“Remember telling me that you wanted to have your hair cut while you were naked? You are getting your wish today.” I pushed her chin to her chest, keeping my left hand firmly on the top of her head. I sheared off the first portion, allowing the long locks to slide down over her bare breasts. Then another, and another. She shivered as the clippers made pass after pass up the back of her head. She tensed a bit and her breathing became rapid and shallow.
I admired the short pelt left behind. “Give me your right hand.” I placed it on the clippered area. She stroked her now short taper.
“Oh my God! It’s so short!!” She stroked it obsessively. She flushed. Her nipples were fully erect.
“And it’s getting shorter.” I pushed her hand back to her lap, forcing her to hold the long, chopped off hair gathered there. “Head down.”
I attached the #1 guard and ran the clippers halfway up the back of her head. Tiny clippings rained onto her shoulders. Removing the guard, I shaved her nape into a sharp V with the bare clippers. Next, I spread shaving foam carefully over the clipper shaved area and removed the last of the stubble. Wiping the last of the residue off with a towel, I stroked the pink shaved area gently. She gave a soft sigh, and goose bumps came up on her nape.
Next, I let down the section at her crown and combed it smooth. Holding my comb at the top of her ears, I carefully snipped a straight line across the back of her head. She now had a heavy weight line slightly overlaying a tightly tapered, highly sculpted nape.
Now came the real fun. I combed down the broad panels on either side of her head and combed them smooth. On the right side, I positioned my comb as a guide. It angled sharply upward from her chin until the higher side met the weight line in back.
I paused and whispered into her ear “now all this unnecessary length comes off.” I switched the clippers on and quickly sheared off all the long hair below the comb. It flowed over her breasts and thighs. Her A line bob was taking shape. “Don’t you just love the ‘zip’ sound it makes when the clippers pass over the comb?” As I repeated her own words to her, she writhed in the chair, rubbing the cut off hair over her breasts and thighs, panting.
I moved to the other side and positioned my comb much higher. It started above her lip line, barely covered the top of her ear, finally connecting with the weight line in back. This was going to be a VERY asymmetric A line bob. “Hold still for just a moment, Stacy.” Another extended ‘zip’ and still more cut off hair flowed over her body.
By this point, she had thrown off the towel and was shamelessly stimulating her clit. Her other hand continued to rub the cut off lengths over her breasts. I let her go until she went rigid, moaned loudly, and slumped in the chair. “Good girl” I whispered.
As she recovered, I carefully combed through her bob making slight adjustments with sharp scissors. The clippers were not the most precise way to cut a bob, but the drama of being so quickly shorn was what we both needed. A little blending here and there with the thinning shears and she had a beautiful, precise A line.
After Stacy recovered a bit she tentatively asked “Sir, can I see?”
“In a moment.” I decided to forgo any elaborate styling, instead just gently wiping her down with a soft towel to remove the clippings.
I took a tiny amount of pomade in my hands, rubbing them together and smoothing her fresh bob with just enough to hold down strays and give her hair a little extra shine.
I held up a hand mirror for her.
“Oh, Bill, you’ve made me so beautiful” She stroked the longer, smooth areas and felt the stubble at her nape. She admired the drastic shortness on the left, and longer, lush look on the right “You were so right…I need to keep my hair short.”
“Yes, you do, and I’ll come by every month to keep you trimmed up. There will be no more sloppy, overgrown bobs for you!”
“I’m so sorry, Sir. How can I make it up to you?” She stroked my crotch and unzipped my shorts to begin sucking me. She was trying to take back control.
I gave her several hard thrusts, holding the sides of her freshly bobbed head. She choked slightly, but did her best to swallow every inch of me.
“Bend over the massage table and spread your legs. It’s time for you to be properly serviced from behind.”
She complied and I entered her hot wetness with a single thrust. She moaned and I enjoyed watching her new bob bounce as I pounded her. I savored the dominant position and she begged for more. “Please, Sir, fill me…fill me!!!!”
Everything was back in balance.
