Amelia Watches While Others Do, Part 4 – Culmination

Pressure

I had enjoyed an amazing ringside seat of new military recruits receiving their induction haircuts in Shauna’s Barbershop. It made a welcome, if unexpected, change to my routine after indulging my voyeurism from an outside table at a café across the precinct for so long.

I had appreciated watching Shauna from afar and I had never wanted or expected anything more. However, when I had spoken to her and closely observed her working in her domain, I had become unsettled. She had shown a possessive, even jealous, streak to her nature. It was most apparent when Abigail, the sole female recruit she had shaved, had shown an amorous interest in me, even slipping me her phone number on a scrap of paper. While I never expected to follow up with Abigail, I did not take kindly to Shauna’s churlish manner.

Therefore, on balance, I hoped things would go back to the way they were. Although that would only happen if I broke my own commitment not to return! However, Shauna, it seemed, had other ideas.

I thanked Shauna effusively for the experience she had given me, then readied myself to take my leave of the barbershop. She had looked at me intently with a hint of mischief, or was it menace, in her eyes. While fingering my ponytail provocatively, she murmured:

I am so pleased you enjoyed yourself, Amelia. Now, it is my turn to enjoy myself. So, please take a seat in my lovely comfortable chair, as the time has finally come for your own induction haircut.

Shauna’s words left me bewildered. Given that we had just laughed together agreeably about what had recently occurred, I assumed we had revelled in it as equals. I wanted to believe that she was not being serious about giving me a haircut. However, her lingering hand that had been playing with my ponytail drifted downwards. She fingered the elaborate bow holding together the collar of my blouse and pulled me closer. Once I was in arm’s reach, she gently pressed her palm against my chest, doubtless feeling my heart thumping through the thin material of my blouse.

Without moving the position of her hand or saying a word, Shauna applied gentle pressure to my chest and eased me rearward. Her insistent touch forced me take short hesitant steps before I finally stumbled backwards into her large metal and red leather barber’s chair.

‘Er, no, Shauna …’ I uttered hesitantly in response to her words and action. I chuckled nervously as I attempted to disperse the dark tension that threatened to spoil our shared enjoyment. ‘As I explained earlier. I like my hair. As it is. Long.’

Unbidden, the large white haircutting cape billowed out in front of me before coming to rest. Not yet fastened at my neck, my form above my waist was still on view. The thin material of my blouse revealed my body’s reaction to Shauna’s stimulation.

‘Such a shame to cover up that lovely outfit, Amelia. The smart suit and that elegant see-through blouse are my favourite. Did you choose it today especially for my benefit?’

‘Thanks … yes … er, no!’ I blustered in a panic. She would have seen all my formal attire more than once, given all the times I had watched her at work from the café. ‘It was just -’

‘I like that prim and proper bow at your neck,’ she talked over my pointless explanation. ‘So nice and tight,’ she accentuated. ‘So, Amelia, I will secure the cape equally firmly around your neck to keep your lovely blouse pristine.’

‘Thanks,’ I reacted politely, but quickly realising my words were irrelevant as I had completely lost control of situation. ‘But no! Don’t. I -’

‘And that must be your shortest skirt,’ she remarked, continuing to ignore me. ‘Almost disgracefully short,’ she softly chided.

‘Sorry,’ I apologised spontaneously, while feeling increasingly hot and flustered by Shauna’s provocation.

‘Oh, please don’t apologise, Amelia,’ she giggled. ‘Short skirts really suit you.’

‘Right …’ I said, trying to think rationally, worried that I had become distracted from my most pressing concern regarding my hair. However, as Shauna secured the cape tightly around my neck, I could feel her warm breath caressing my nape. And that sensation was not allowing me to think logically. No, not at all. ‘Look, Shauna, as I said, I don’t need a haircut so there’s no need for the cape. I like my hair just as it is.’

‘Ah, bless,’ Shauna giggled, humouring me. ‘But you are such an attractive woman that you simply don’t need all that hair,’ she purred, as she proceeded to pump up the chair.

Perched high above the floor, enveloped in the large cape secured tightly around my neck, my anxiety grew, and I felt increasingly vulnerable.

‘No, I do need it … I like my hair,’ I argued, quite reasonably I thought, but sounding like a petulant child. ‘Anyway, it’s late now and I really do need to get home,’ I babbled, but unable to easily extricate myself from my worrying predicament.

‘Ah, bless,’ Shauna, annoyingly and meaninglessly, repeated as she arranged my high ponytail to fall over one shoulder and flow over my chest.

‘Bye-bye, Shauna,’ I tried again, fidgeting in the chair, causing the cape to flap around comically, trying desperately to make my intentions clear. ‘Really, Shauna, I do need to leave.’

But Shauna did nothing to help me on my way. ‘Now, please stop worrying, Amelia. This will not take long,’ she stated with firm authority, completely disregarding my actual concern. Indeed, her tone indicated that she believed she would be doing me a great favour.

My whining was even irritating me, although I had to keep trying. ‘But Shauna -’

‘So, Amelia, how do you feel?’ Shauna asked sweetly, taking her hairclippers from the hook by the mirror and adjusting the ferocious looking blade. I struggled to find the words. ‘How do you feel about your impending induction haircut?’

Confusion

‘Confused,’ I managed to utter, the first word that came to mind in response to Shauna’s question.

Having reluctantly accepted where I sat and Shauna’s proposed actions, common sense was fighting a losing battle with my raging emotions. Whether it was her seductive words, her stimulating touch, or her dreadful stated intention, I was not sure. But electricity coursed through me, and my whole body was tingling with pleasure.

‘Ah, bless,’ Shauna chuckled, patting my ponytail against my chest, her fingers lingering provocatively on my chest. ‘So, Amelia, are you ready?’

‘No, Shauna,’ I whimpered, still doing my best to refocus my mind. A mind still reeling from all the overwhelming sensations I was experiencing. ‘I’m really not sure …’

‘Really, Amelia?’ Shauna smirked. ‘Well, you’ll be pleased to know that I am completely sure,’ she stated unequivocally, a wicked grin forming as she licked her lips. ‘I have wanted to take this ponytail from you ever since I first saw you observing me from the cafe.’

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. ‘But -’

‘But, Amelia, I won’t release your splendid long hair from its taut bondage,’ Shauna explained.

I sighed with relief, comforted by knowing she had decided against forcing me to have my hair cut. I looked forward to her lowering the chair and removing the cape she had securely tightly around my neck.

She held my expectant gaze in the mirror and a mischievous smile formed on her lips. ‘With the finely honed blade of my Oster hairclippers pressed firmly against your scalp, Amelia, I will remove your complete ponytail in its magnificent entirety.’

Distress

Astounded, my throat went completely dry as Shauna’s words hung threateningly in the air between us. But earlier, I had realised that she enjoyed the drama associated with shearing the recruits. So, I imagined the humour helped her through each and every day. Accepting her desire for fun and amusement, I allowed relief to wash over me.

But then I heard an ominous loud and insistent whine. The threatening sound of her formidable hairclippers. And, in the mirror, I saw their ominous red and silver cylindrical shape ascend in Shauna’s capable hands. Without a pause, she slowly shifted them towards the hairline of my forehead.

I struggled to clear my throat. I needed to halt the madness that was rapidly unfolding. ‘Sha- Shauna, I … I …’

‘Now, now,’ she chided, a harsh edge to her voice that was sufficient to silence me. ‘Stay still!’

Then, without hesitation, Shauna forced the metal blade backwards and it effortlessly sliced through my hairline. In the mirror, to my horror, I saw my unblemished white skin appear in its wake. Shauna eased the hairclippers onwards, right up until the blade struck the base of my ponytail, high up on my crown.

‘Mm, lovely. Completely bare,’ she enthused, licking her lips, as she gently fingered my newly exposed skin. I squirmed in the chair at the sensation, horrified, but tingling with pleasure.

With a look of greater determination and an even broader smile, Shauna returned the hairclippers to my hairline. She widened the path that she had created on top of my head. Then she repeated the action at my temples, above each ear in turn, severing all the hair at the sides of my head. With so little hair still attached to my scalp, the few strands that remained of my ponytail pulled heavily and painfully against my skin.

Harking back to each morning when I had pulled my hair taut, I had always enjoyed intense pleasure intertwined with exquisite pain. However, I accepted that it was the last time I would be able to experience that feeling for an exceptionally long time, if ever again. And that knowledge heightened the intensity of the sensation immeasurably.

Relief from the agonising tension on my scalp finally came when Shauna moved behind me. She twisted my ponytail around her wrist to gain better purchase. She tugged my hair upwards, then she forcefully drove the hairclippers along my nape and up the back of my head, severing more and more strands. Relentlessly, Shauna forced the blade back and forth with a look of deep concentration. Finally, after a valiant but ultimately futile struggle, my entire magnificent ponytail came away in Shauna’s hand.

Reflected in the mirror I witnessed her triumphant expression as she held my ponytail aloft. The familiar neatly trimmed ends protruded from the grip of her fingers while the ragged clippered ends hung down, echoing the curved profile of my scalp.

‘Mm, lovely,’ Shauna enthused, her eyes glinting with merriment as they traversed the beauty of my severed ponytail. She carefully, almost lovingly, laid out the hair on the shelf under the mirror. A cruel action as my former locks filled my vision. The magnitude of their loss resulting in me experiencing a shortness of breath. I averted my gaze only for my eyes to fall on the overwhelming sight of my buzzed head glinting back at me in the mirror.

In the past, how often had I slicked back my hair and stared at myself in the mirror? Each time, fantasising about this pivotal moment. Perhaps looking forward to it, or dreading it, or maybe a bubbling cocktail of the two.

As the thoughts and feelings took hold, a warmth suffused my body, I quivered uncontrollably, and my breathing accelerated.

‘Now, now,’ Shauna gently chided, an amused smirk curling on her lips as she witnessed my growing arousal. Suitably admonished, I forced my body to slow down, moderating its response to the sensory overload I was enjoying.

‘There, that’s better, Amelia,’ Shauna cooed, provocatively running her fingers over my scalp. ‘Now I will shave your head completely smooth!’

Induction

‘N … n … no …’ I managed, although I had to wonder why, given what had already taken place. Anyway, I did not need to worry as my words had no effect whatsoever.

Shauna fired up her hairclippers once again and she held them menacingly over my head. Her other hand cupped my head in the way I had seen her manipulating the young recruits.

First one way, and then the other, Shauna forced my head. And the blade of the clippers matched the fierce rhythm she had established. Back and forth my head moved, conforming to her commands. Remorselessly, she eroded the final traces of my hair that had valiantly clung on to my scalp. I watched through half-closed eyes, turned on by the vibration of the clippers against my skull. And further stimulated by Shauna’s relentless manoeuvring of my head.

I moaned uncontrollably, unable to disguise the intense pleasure I was feeling. The reality of the moment was proving much more powerful than the fantasy I had lived with for so long. My emotional state – exposed and vulnerable – was fully on display to Shauna, and I felt far more alive than I had for many years.

I allowed my mind to drift lazily until Shauna silenced the clippers. Feeling her fingers meeting no resistance as they glided over my denuded scalp, I slowly opened my eyes. Looking in the mirror, the harsh bright light reflecting from my white shining head dazzled me. I gasped uncontrollably as my mind accepted the reality of my transformation. Squirming below the cape, I was panting faster and faster, my movements becoming increasingly urgent.

‘I am delighted to announce that your head is now completely smooth and gleaming white, Amelia,’ Shauna taunted. ‘Inducted just like any of my cue-ball recruits.’

Although her stimulating words pushed me close to the edge, she gazed at me with a deep longing that could only come with genuine passion. I could see she was about to speak so, momentarily, I forced my body to pause.

‘Now, Amelia, would you like me to finish you off?’ Shauna purred, her double entendre unambiguous.

Release

On hearing Shauna’s provocative invitation, I smiled, my eyes half-closing. Then I nodded.

Shauna tore away the haircutting cape, revealing my slightly dishevelled office attire. I bit my lip with excitement, not knowing what would come next but unable to keep the longing from my smile.

I watched as Shauna poured oil into her palm from a small glass bottle, then rubbed both hands together

She faced me, pushing her knees against the seat of the chair, then climbing aboard, she straddled me.

Excitedly pulling down the zip at the front of her dress, it fell away to the floor, revealing her delicate lace underwear.

Pressing her firm body against mine, she slowly massaged the aromatic oil into my scalp, her body moving in rhythm with mine as she did so.

I surrendered, completely and utterly, to this beautiful person. A woman who had stripped me of all my hair, exposed my gleaming scalp, and stimulated all the extreme emotions that I had never known existed within me.

My heart raced as she gazed at me. It was like she could see right through to my very core. I was unsure what the future would hold, but in that moment, with my head bare and Shauna’s scent lingering on my skin, I knew one thing for certain. My life was about to change in ways I could never have imagined.

Revelation

We had not slept while tangled together in her barber’s chair, but our minds had drifted, as we laid in each other’s arms. I could hardly believe what just happened.

Until a brief time earlier, I had gained enjoyment from watching Shauna shave the young recruits in her barbershop from afar, for months on end. Then, unexpectedly, she had collected me and led me inside her premises.

With a strange but glorious inevitability, I had found myself bald. Completely and utterly shaved to the skin by the barber, my hairless head slick with oil, my body had tingled from Shauna’s intimate ministrations.

What had occurred marked a life changing moment. This new vulnerability was both terrifying and exhilarating. My transformed appearance was barely recognisable as myself. My features stood out stark and exposed. As I reached up tentatively to feel the cool expanse of my scalp for the first time, my fingers wondrously traced the smooth hairless curves of my skull.

Part of me wanted to cover it all up, to hide this new self from the world. But another part, growing more confident by the second, was thrilled by the sheer boldness of my unique appearance. I accepted there may be people who would mock or even feel pity for me. However, I knew deep inside that I had become an exotic woman who was both stunning and sexy.

Shauna confirmed my assessment when she slipped from the chair. Still in her delicate underwear, she stood behind me, softly caressing my scalp. ‘You look so wonderful, my love,’ she breathed. ‘So sleek and sexy.’

‘I know,’ I responded, without any trace of irony. ‘I should have done this years ago.’

Epilogue

‘Let’s celebrate your newfound freedom with a drink,’ she declared, her tone playful, almost teasing, but I noted the undercurrent of possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine.

I nodded slowly, adjusting the hem of my short skirt, tucking in my blouse, and refastening the bow at the collar. I slipped on my blazer and looked in the mirror. The formal attire and my glistening bald head presented a strong and uncompromising contrast. It was a look that I loved.

Shauna retrieved her white dress, and I dragged its front zip up from the hem to her cleavage, patting her breast and winking to indicate that the fastener was not going any higher.

As we left her shop, the afternoon sun hit my scalp with an intense glow. I felt the warmth pressing against my skin, illuminating every pore and curve. As I smoothed a hand over my skull, I was grateful for the slick, even texture, uncluttered by my former long ponytail.

Shauna led me back to the café across the precinct, her hand resting on the small of my back. I felt the heat radiating from her touch, and it sent a flutter through my belly. We settled at my usual table, and she ordered us each a large glass of wine.

The waitress gave me a look of recognition, but she did not comment on my transformation. The disconcerting smile curling on her lips hinted that it might not be the first time that the barber from across the precinct had paraded a bald woman in her café. However, I let the thought pass, keen to just relish my time with Shauna.

As we sipped our drinks, Shauna leant in close, her breath warm against my ear. ‘I always knew you’d look amazing bald from the first time I saw you sitting here and watching me at work. It just suits you, like it was meant to be.’ Her words were low and intimate, sending a thrill through my whole body.

I nodded confidently in acknowledgement, sipping my wine. I glanced around the café, taking in the other patrons, some of whom – both men and women – were checking me out. There was a host of double-takes, the occasional sharp intake of breath, and a flurry of surreptitious glances. It was undeniable that my baldness, combined with my poise and beauty, was turning heads.

Shauna noticed my gaze and followed it, a smug smile spreading across her face. ‘See? It’s not just me who thinks you’re as sexy as hell,’ she said, her voice husky.

I dipped my head, and I giggled with a newfound confidence.

‘Excuse me,’ a voice piped up from behind Shauna, ‘but I just wanted to say that you look absolutely amazing with your shaved head. I have often fantasised about doing the same …’ she added wistfully.

I looked up to see a woman of a similar age to myself, but with thick and unruly hair that reached the middle of her back. While I knew that baldness would never enhance her appearance as much as it had for me, it would unquestionably provide a dramatic improvement. I nodded my head in appreciation of her comments.

‘May I ask where you had it done?’ she enquired.

‘Actually, I popped into the lovely little establishment just across the precinct, run by a lovely lady called Shauna,’ I explained, as a smiling Shauna winked at me, stifling a giggle.

‘Really?’ she answered wondrously, but looking more scared than intrigued.

I deduced that she intended to keep her fantasy as just that. Not something she wished to act upon. I held her gaze. ‘I could take you over now and introduce you, and I’ll be happy to remain with you to offer moral support … as long as you don’t mind me watching?’

The woman’s eyes widened as I immediately stood up, and I held out my hand invitingly …

End of Book 1

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