A second chance at Daisy’s – Part 1

A second chance at Daisy’s – Part 1

It’s six weeks after my tantric ritual which involved Daisy cutting my hair. A lot came off. Although at first glance it was still medium long. Reaching below my ears. Unfortunately, Daisy not being a professional stylist or even had cut someone’s hair before that day, she combed all hair backwards and made a blunt cut in my neck. Better to say, rather high just below the skull bone.

The result was like a feminine bob. The front considerably longer than the back. Lucky I had calculated something going wrong or an unexpected result. So in advance I made an appointment at a salon nearby that was new to me. Read about it in one of my previous stories.

In short. The barberette at this place did not communicate well – she seemed a bit autistic – and I was everything but happy looking in the mirror when I got home. Gave it a few days and decided to write a complaint and mail it to the salon’s owner. She offered to make a new appointment and she herself would cut my hair. Is that what I want? No, well not now. So I politely wrote her back, explaining that I might accept her offer in the future, but for now I wanted to let my hair grow a bit.

Different people, different opinions. A couple of days after the tantric ritual, Daisy informed about my hair. I told her in detail about the catastrophic visit to the barberette and that I wished she herself had taken the clippers when I was with her and had given me a drastic buzz cut. Would be better than how it was now.

She asked to take a picture. I did and the response was ‘There’s nothing wrong with it my dear.’

These past few weeks quite some people reacted positive on my transformation. I am not used to compliments and it surprised me.

Today I am on my way to another meeting with Daisy. She will give me a tantric massage after we’ve done some meditation. Arriving there, getting some stuff out of  the trunk of my car, I noticed that all haircutting tools I brought six weeks ago, were still there. For an instant I was thinking to take them upstairs with me, to Daisy’s space. But as the rain was pouring, I hurried inside instead of thinking it over.

Daisy bid me welcome and we drank a cup of tea. She invited me to go to her practice room and a few minutes she joined me. Enjoying the comfort and ambience of this space we meditated and made eye contact to connect to each other.

She softly touched my hair and repeated that in her opinion there was nothing wrong with it. Although maybe not the style she herself would have chosen for me. Looking back at the tantric haircut six weeks ago, she told me that it was all new for her. And while I had given her carte blanche to cut as much as she wanted, she kinda held back. Scared to push me far beyond my limits. Better safe than sorry. So she only snipped the shears and left the clippers in the box I brought with me.

‘Do you still have the idea that had been better that I buzzed it?’

‘Maybe.’ I answered. ‘I guess that it is on the thin line between hope and fear. I dreamed of it more than once you know. On the other hand, when the dream had come alive ….

Daisy: ‘Well you probably got it out of your head now, or else you had brought the haircutting tools again today.’

‘To be honest Daisy, I left that bag in the trunk of my car. Forgot to take it out six weeks ago. When I arrived, it did cross my mind taking it upstairs, again.’

‘But you did not. How come?’

‘Couldn’t decide and the rain made the decision for me and I hurried in.’

‘Please hand me your car key.’ Daisy said. She put on a thin kimono (we were both nude at this moment) and left the room.

Five minutes later she returned. Soaking wet. ‘Hope I kept this dry.’ Daisy said a bit shivering while she opened the bag and took out the clippers. Throwing her very wet kimono into a corner and placing her humid naked body on my lap. Raindrops falling from her tresses onto my body.

‘How does this work? I notice two different attachment I can click on this machine.’

I explained that there also was slider, with which she cut exactly set the length. ‘The big comb will leave up to nearly and two inches of hair, the small one an inch or less depending on how you set the slider, no comb is no hair.’

‘No hair? You mean it will cut all off if don’t use one of the attachments?’

‘Exactly. That’s why these attachment or combs are sometimes called guards. Nothing preventing them to take everything.’

‘Hmmm I get it. I think. And – no  hair – is the same as bald.’

My heart started beating very fast in this moment and Daisy surely must have noticed that in my lap, a certain part of my body was rising and touching her.

Daisy whispered: ‘Close your eyes’. I felt her moving closer to me. Hardly leaving any space between or naked bodies. I heard her turning on the clippers. And off again.

‘Judging from the way your breathing, you anxiety is surely rising. Let me start giving you the massage. It will relax you. Don’t think of your hair. Or maybe DO think if you really really want this to happen. Even if I take it by surprise in the next two hours.’

To be continued ….

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