My wife Laura and I had been planning a two week tropical getaway for months. We decided that we needed to escape somewhere warm together. We had both been exercising in preparation for our vacation, and I had to say that Laura was looking incredible. She was in the best shape I’d ever seen her in, and my jaw hit the floor on the few occasions I had caught her trying on bikinis. I couldn’t wait to be on a beach in the tropics with my gorgeous blonde goddess.
From the moment we set foot in the airport to the moment we got to our hotel, we were absolutely giddy with excitement. Laura and I had a hard time keeping our hands off each other during the flight. She had slipped her hand under my shirt to feel my abs more than once, and I could tell she was excited to have me to herself once we arrived at our beautiful destination.
When we got to the hotel in the late morning, we couldn’t wait any longer. We ripped each other’s clothes off and “tested out the bed” for an hour or so. We cleaned ourselves up by showering together, after which we decided to get dressed and check out the local shops.
As we walked down the street and observed the assortment of stores and markets, something across the street caught my eye: a spinning barber pole under a sign that read “Melissa’s Barbershop”. I knew for a fact my wife would notice it as well, and that she wouldn’t be able to resist pointing it out to me. Laura loves teasing me with my fetish, especially in public.
“Look honey,” she piped up excitedly, “A little barbershop! It’s so close to our hotel, too!” Sensing my nervousness, Laura continued to tease me rather than easing up. “Who knows, maybe someone’s due for a nice buzzcut,” she said with a wink in my direction as she ran her fingers through the back of my hair. I just laughed nervously, dismissing her comment as a bit of fun on her part.
I ran my hand through my hair which was about 2-3 inches in length on top and only a bit shorter on the sides. It had taken a while to grow it to this length, though. A few months ago I had hair that reached down to my collar. One day Laura told me we had some errands to run and, like the dutiful husband I am, I accompanied her to help out in any way I could. However, before I knew what was happening, she had driven to the local chain salon, marched me in, pushed me into a chair, and told the stylist to give me a proper high and tight. I didn’t even have time to protest before the unguarded clippers were sailing up the side of my head. I left with a #0 on the back and sides of my head and a #2 on top.
We continued the rest of our afternoon without further mention of a haircut, much to my relief. Laura and I checked out the local stores and she enjoyed trying on and purchasing various “beachy” outfits. I love spoiling her, so I inevitably ended up carrying an armful of bags as we arrived back at the hotel. The evening wrapped up with a romantic dinner, followed by a bit of fun before bed.
Our vacation continued as planned for the rest of the first week. We spent time together on the beach, in the pool, enjoying the sun, and sightseeing in the area. Each night, I took my lovely wife into town for a fancy dinner. Each night, she looked absolutely stunning in one of her new outfits. And each night, we walked past Melissa’s Barbershop. I couldn’t help but take a glance at it when we walked past, and Laura typically noticed. One evening when she caught me looking, she even reached over and grabbed my crotch while nobody was watching and gave me a sly smirk. I thought back to the high and tight she had forced me into and I couldn’t help but get nervous. The mixed feelings of fear and arousal were overwhelming.
One night at dinner my wife brought up my appearance again. She was dressed in a beautiful sundress that was elegant but still showed off plenty of her perfect figure. I wore a nice short-sleeved button down shirt with khaki shorts, an outfit she had picked out for me.
“You look beautiful, darling,” I said. From the day I met her I had been entranced by her every curve and her gorgeous smile. Her ring sparkled in the candlelight as she rested her chin on her expertly manicured hand and smiled, showing her perfect teeth.
“You don’t look half bad yourself, handsome,” she said sweetly in response. “I really like that shirt on you.” She looked me up and down before reaching across the table to ruffle my hair with her hand. “If only you had a haircut to match!” She giggled softly before reaching under the table and running her long nails up my thigh. My heart began to beat faster, and my breathing sped up dramatically.
“Yeah,” I chuckled nervously, “It’s pretty long compared to that last haircut!” I immediately cursed myself for reminding her, and decided I should be more careful with my words if I didn’t want to be forced into another shearing. But at the same time, the thought of being at her mercy like that again excited me, and I wondered what she would do to me if she had another opportunity.
“You looked hot with it buzzed short,” Laura remarked. Her tone shifted and she became more serious as she bit her lower lip. “I have half a mind to drag you into that barbershop by the hotel and send you short again.”
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵, I thought to myself, 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦.
“Well, it sure would help with this heat,” I commented instinctively. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘵. Laura grinned. She reached across the table again and ran her nails from my front hairline back to the crown of my head. I felt myself start to get hard.
“It sure would, boy toy,” Laura said, her smile widening, “It’s about time we got rid of this mop!”
Laura couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the meal. Every so often she would look up at my hair, giggle to herself, and continue smiling. I asked her what she was so happy about, to which she replied, “You’re gonna look so hot once we get you shaved down!”
Walking back to the hotel, Laura clung to my arm tighter than she had before. As we walked past the barbershop, now closed, she looked up at me with that same beautiful smile before running her nails up the back of my neck and into my hair, teasing me by leaning in and whispering, “Bzzzzz…”
The sex that night was far more passionate than the previous nights. Laura took complete control, climbing on top of me and immediately pulling my clothes off. She grabbed my hair and whispered in my ear how she couldn’t wait to buzz it all off and shave it down to the scalp. Needless to say, it was the best we’d had in quite some time.
The next morning when I woke up, Laura was already out of bed getting ready for the day. She walked into the room wearing a tight, cropped halter top and short jean shorts that left next to nothing to the imagination. My eyes practically bulged out of my head as I stared at her gorgeous figure in awe. As she put in her large hoop earrings, she noticed I was awake and smiled her perfect white smile.
“Rise and shine, babe!” she said enthusiastically, “Y’know what day it is?”
“Um… Saturday?” I answered, a little confused by the question.
“It’s haircut day!” she exclaimed, not missing a beat, “Get dressed so we can get you shaved!” It made me nervous how she kept using the word “shave”. Every time she said it, my stomach flipped. The reality that I was about to get a short haircut was beginning to set in.
I quickly got dressed and Laura practically dragged me out of the room. The whole walk over, I tried to tell Laura that I didn’t want my hair cut too short, but she’d simply grip my hand tighter, walk a little faster and say something like, “There’s no such thing as too short,” or, “Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of you,” or even, “You’ll look much better with it all buzzed off, so just relax.” My anticipation grew and grew until we finally got to the door of Melissa’s Barbershop.
Laura opened the door and dragged me inside as a small bell jingled above the entrance. Looking around the shop I noticed just one barber chair, currently staffed by a slim, early-thirties barberette with shoulder length brunette curls. In her chair was a young man who was halfway through receiving a severe short back and sides.
“Have a seat folks, I’ll be right with you,” the woman said politely. Laura marched me over to the seats in the waiting area and we sat down. As I began to watch the young man’s haircut, Laura put her hand on my thigh, probably to make sure I couldn’t escape. The barberette was using her clippers with what looked like a #1 guard and was running them slowly up the back of the man’s head. The chair was surrounded by a large crescent of hair, signaling that the man had undergone quite a transformation.
Laura turned to me and began to run her nails through my hair, scratching my scalp gently as she whispered in my ear, “This is all coming off, boy toy, nice and short. No escaping now. You’d better enjoy having hair while you can because it’ll all be on the floor in a few minutes.” I started to get hard as I realized that there was no escape and that I’d be at the mercy of my wife and the barberette in a few short moments. My pulse quickened and my breathing sped up.
After what felt like an eternity, the barberette released her victim and removed the cape. His scalp was easily visible through what remained of his hair on the back and sides, and the top was barely long enough to comb to one side. After the man paid and left, the barberette turned to Laura and I.
“Alright shaggy, you’re next,” the barberette said, looking directly at me and patting the back of her chair. I looked at Laura and she simply raised her eyebrows and nudged me towards the chair, reminding me that I had no control over my current situation. The short walk to the chair felt like a mile as I feared for the fate of my hair. Reluctantly, I sat down. The Barberette tied a neck strip around my neck and quickly caped me. I was past the point of no return.
“My name’s Melissa,” she said to me in the mirror, “What can I do for you today? It’s clearly been a while since your last haircut.”
“Yes it has, Melissa,” Laura said as she got up from the waiting chair and stood beside my caped figure. “Hi, I’m Laura. The mop in your chair is Tom.” Laura smirked at me in the mirror, savoring every second of my discomfort. “I was hoping maybe you could give him the same haircut you gave the last gentleman who was in here?”
The feelings of nervousness and arousal came on strong when Laura winked at me. I was in for a truly brutal shearing. My heart rate increased even further. “Of course, one proper short back and sides coming up,” said Melissa. She quickly retrieved her large red clippers from the counter, fished the #1 guard out of the drawer, snapped it on, and turned on her clippers.
The buzzing sound that filled the shop immediately took me back to the high and tight Laura had forced me into. My wife had told me that she preferred men with tight buzzcuts, but I still remember feeling shocked when the stylist ran the clippers with the #2 guard down the middle of my head.
Melissa tilted my head forward with her hand, exposing the back of my neck to her. She slowly ran the clippers from the base of my neck all the way up past my occipital bone and nearly to the crown of my head. I felt the long hair tumble down my shoulders and onto the floor. Laura giggled and ran her nails up the buzzed path, which made me even harder under the cape as Melissa continued shearing the back of my head.
“It’s like an avalanche of hair!” Laura exclaimed, clearly enjoying the sight of my long hair getting buzzed off and raining all over the floor. She smiled her beautiful smile at me in the mirror, and I could see the dominant look in her eye.
“Yes it is, I love doing cuts like these,” Melissa responded. “Taking long-haired men properly short is my favorite part of this job.” As she said this, she mowed a path up my sideburn so I could finally see the damage that was being done. To my dismay, the #1 was much shorter than I had expected. There was barely any hair left in the wake of the clippers save for a light covering of peach fuzz. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
Melissa finished buzzing the back and sides and, to my relief, retired the clippers to the counter. She quickly sprayed my hair with a water bottle before picking up a pair of scissors and a comb. Melissa began scissoring the top down to finger length, and she made sure her fingers were firmly pressed against my scalp before snipping off long chunks of my hair. As the cut started to take shape, I realized the top was shorter than I had expected, too. It was easily shorter than an inch in length, so I would have been left with more hair had she simply buzzed the top to a #8.
Eventually, Melissa set the scissors down. She picked up the spray bottle and began an assault of spraying my hair and combing it to the side until it ultimately surrendered to her will.
“What do you think?” Melissa asked Laura, as if my opinion was irrelevant. I thought it looked good on me, but truth be told, I was just happy I hadn’t been shorn down to the same brutal high and tight as last time. Laura examined the buzzed portions with her nails, which caused me to begin leaking precum. Her brow furrowed in disapproval, which made me nervous to hear her final verdict. I hoped she would say it looked good so I could be released from the chair with some trace of my hair left.
“I think it needs to be shorter. MUCH shorter. Buzzed all the way off.” Laura asserted as she grabbed what was left of my hair on top.
“So you want it down to a #0 all over?” Melissa clarified, doing a bad job of hiding her excitement at the prospect of shaving me bald.
“Yes please Melissa, take it all off nice and short. Give him a real haircut,” she replied with a smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I’m sure she knew how nervous and helpless I felt in that moment.
“One burr haircut, coming right up. You’re gonna love this,” she said to both Laura and myself. She picked her clippers back up and deposited the #1 guard in the drawer before flicking them on once more.
“BZZZZZZZ,” they hummed aggressively. They sounded much more ferocious than last time, as if to remind me that I was at their mercy and about to be shaved bald. Melissa grabbed the back of my neck with her left hand, and mowed a path straight down the middle of my head from front to back. The wet clippings skittered down the cape and onto the floor as she ruthlessly shaved off row after row of my hair, leaving nothing behind.
As soon as the top had been bared, Melissa gripped the top of my naked scalp like a basketball with her free hand. She tipped my head down until my chin was buried in my chest and I was forced to look at the massive pile of long hair that had been shorn off and dumped in my lap. She placed the bare clippers at the base of my neck and ran them all the way up in one long stroke to meet the already shaved portion of my head.
Melissa repeated this motion several more times up the back, prompting Laura to comment, “Wow, the difference between the #1 and #0 is so much bigger than I thought! I love it shaved all the way off though, it looks way better.” I glanced in the mirror and noticed that Melissa smirked and let out a chuckle at Laura’s comment, which I took to mean that she agreed.
Soon, Melissa had shaved the back of my head to her liking, and she tipped my head to the left to begin removing the hair from the right side of my head. She took long, slow, deliberate strokes with the clippers around my ear, probably to tease me and allow me to enjoy the vibrations of the clippers against my buzzed head. She repeated this on the left side as well until, much to my wife’s excitement, I was completely bald.
“Wow babe, I love it!” Laura exclaimed, immediately rubbing her hands all over my naked scalp. “This is so much better than that shaggy mop you walked in with.”
“Glad you like it,” Melissa said, “This is my favorite cut to do on a man. I love using my clippers on ’em, and they all look so much better buzzed.”
Laura continued to excitedly rub my head and tease my scalp with her long nails while I paid for my shearing. Laura couldn’t keep her hands off my head as we walked back to the hotel, and the bulge in my pants kept growing at the sensation of her fingers dancing on my shaved head.
When we got back to the hotel, Laura ripped my clothes off and told me to go start a bath. Knowing better than to disobey her when she was feeling dominant, I filled the tub with hot water and climbed in. A few seconds later, Laura walked in completely naked, holding a can of shaving cream and a razor.
“I love your hair buzzed down babe, but I’m gonna need a smoother feel when your head is between my legs,” she explained as she climbed in the tub behind me. She filled her hand with shaving cream and spread it all over my scalp before gently and sensually shaving the remaining stubble from my head. She took her time, and rinsed the razor in the hot water after each stroke. Before too long, my head was truly bald and totally smooth.
When Laura first ran her hand over the top of my freshly shaved head, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I immediately became rock hard again, which didn’t go unnoticed. “I think we need to take care of that babe,” Laura whispered in my ear before gently biting my earlobe. She pulled me out of the tub and dragged me to the bed by my hard dick, shoving me down by my shoulders. She quickly produced four sets of cushioned handcuffs, which she used to restrain my arms and legs to the bed posts. Leaving me there, she hurried to the bathroom, and soon came out wearing nothing but a strappy, crotchless, barely-there bodysuit and a pair of 8″ heels.
Laura walked over to the bed, and told me she’d always wanted to feel a bald head between her thighs, and tonight she’d finally get to experience it. The sex that night was absolutely electric, and it helped set the tone for the rest of our hot and steamy vacation, which had quickly became a trip that I’ll never forget.