An Innocent’s Wildest Dream

The Search

Jeanie had always been admired for her long, thick ginger curls that bounced down her back past her waist. It was as much a part of her as her face, and made her instantly recognisable from a distance in her town in the rural Scottish countryside, especially since she modelled for a popular national folk magazine. She was well-known among the locals for her innocent Celtic beauty, and whenever anyone would say hello to her as she walked along the narrow lanes, they would tell her what a beauty she was.

No one would have ever suspected that she masturbated every night to the thought of having every single curl shorn off.

Jeanie only ever went for a trim once a year, when she would have an inch snipped away. But even this ritual had become boring for her. She needed more to come off. Her hairstylist Pat would never understand wanting to cut any more than necessary. Only once had Jeanie requested a bit more trimmed off, making the excuse that she thought it would look healthier, but Pat had refused. Jeanie’s hair was the healthiest she’d ever seen, and even an inch was a lot, especially considering the curls made it bounce up again. Such incredible hair had to be preserved. After all, she had been a model now, and she could be again.

So when she left her beloved highlands for university, Jeanie resolved to find a way to cut off her glorious mane of ginger hair. The girl with the extra long hair who spent hours on it every day… that wasn’t who she wanted to be here. The city, the university, choosing what to study for the first time – it was all part of a much more mature, grown-up world where her idyllic rural red ringlets felt out of place. Here she could finally have a choice about how everyone saw her.

Jeanie arrived earliest in her halls of residence, barely even unpacking before she marched off to the closest walk-in salon she could find for her big chop.

Only, when she had her turn in the chair, and she said she wanted it “all chopped off”, the stylist laughed and said that she couldn’t do that. It was a salon policy that they didn’t do transformation cuts for walk-in clients, and anyway, she could never ruin such beautiful hair. Rather than suffering through another trim, Jeanie tore off the cape and walked straight out.

Thus began her pilgrimage around all the hair salons in the city. But to her frustration, not one of them would cut her hair off. She was running out of time. At some point in the next week everyone else in her halls would arrive, and her identity would be fixed.

That was how Jeanie ended up on the bench in the park, crying with the futility of it all. She knew she could just cut it off herself, but that wasn’t how she wanted it to happen. A perfectly consensual salon cut wasn’t ideal, either, though.

“Hey, are you all right?”

Jeanie looked up to see a young curvy woman dressed in black fishnet stockings, a short skirt, and blouse with metal rings, with a dead straight black chin-length bob sit down next to her, concern on her face. “Oh, um, no.” How was Jeanie meant to explain that her beautiful hair was the cause of her woes?

“What’s the matter? Are you a fresher?”

This girl looked like a student, and definitely was into alternative (maybe goth-inspired, to her naïve mind) fashion. Maybe she would understand. “This is going to sound really weird, but I had this idea that I’d get a complete image makeover when I got to university, but none of the salons will cut my hair short? It’s hard enough asking. I wish someone would just cut it.” Jeanie glanced to see if she would react with shock and horror at the prospect, but she just bit her lip.

“I see your problem. But I think I can help you. Or – not me, but a friend of mine. Valerie. I met her through the LGBT society when she was doing her Master’s. She’s a year into her PhD now, and she loves to do makeovers. Do you want me to give her your number? Or maybe I can call her for you if you’re a bit scared.”

Jeanie’s eyes widened. “Could you? That’s so amazing. I can’t believe the first person I’ve spoken to here properly just has the answer to my problem.”

“I’m Bethany, by the way,” the girl said. “But I have to come clean now and admit that I spotted you while I was doing my shopping, popping in and out of hair salons.”

A feeling of discomfort tightened her stomach. “Oh.”

“I didn’t mean to follow you! We just ended up in the same places. It was a bit of a mystery,” Bethany said, her deep red lips smiling. “I was just on my way home. My flat is through this park. So, do you still want me to call Valerie?”

Jeanie barely had to think before she agreed. It almost didn’t matter to her if Bethany had been following her. She would do anything to get rid of her hair at this stage. “Please.”

“Okay,” Bethany replied, her phone already out and dialling the number. “Just give me a moment. I’ll be right back.”

Watching as Bethany walked away out of earshot, Jeanie began to feel a bit uneasy – but also a bit excited. She saw Bethany look back in her direction, more than once, her eyes oddly seductive, and imagined she was describing her hair to this hairdresser. Then the comment about the LGBT society sank in. Jeanie wondered how she’d managed to run into another queer person so easily in this huge place. She had only ever met one other girl who was into girls back home, or had thought she was, anyway. It tickled her to think that Bethany had noticed her around, but she supposed the ringlets of fiery ginger tumbling free down to her butt were a very noticeable feature.

After a short while, the figure of Bethany in the distance lowered her phone and strutted back over, a smile of triumph on her face. “Valerie really wants to meet you. She’s free now, she says, if you’re ready?”

Jeanie swallowed. Was she ready, after the morning she’d had? She had planned to slump off home and put on Netflix and eat ice cream, but something about this situation seemed irresistibly dangerous and hot. Trusting a stranger she’d just met to lead her to yet another stranger who just happened to be a hairdresser.

But really, what was the worst that could happen? She wanted her hair cut off. Even if this Valerie wasn’t very good – and that seemed unlikely, judging by Bethany’s precisely carved bob – she wanted her hair short anyway. She could just get what was left of it cleaned up somewhere else. She bet they wouldn’t have a problem if it was already short.

“I’m desperate, to be honest,” Jeanie said, getting to her feet from the bench.

Bethany put a hand on her back to guide her, but Jeanie felt her fingers against her curls and knew it was just an excuse to touch her hair. To claim it. She suddenly felt herself grow wet. Wow, how ridiculous was she, assuming that everyone else felt just as erotically about hair as she did.

Bethany had apparently called a taxi, because there was a car waiting for them outside the park gates.

Jeanie was surprised when Bethany didn’t get in after her. “Wait, am I going alone?”

A playful look crossed Bethany’s face. “The driver knows where to go, don’t worry. I have to put my shopping away.”

“Oh,” Jeanie said, looking a bit crestfallen. “I could wait here in the taxi for you? I would feel so much more comfortable with you there.”

Bethany’s expression softened. “All right. I do love watching haircuts, and yours is going to be a particularly exciting one, I think.”

The taxi driver begrudgingly agreed to wait for Bethany, but she was back so fast that Jeanie wondered if she’d just run up to her flat and tossed her whole bag in the fridge. She must really like haircuts, Jeanie thought with a twinge between her legs.

Meeting Valerie

Bethany pressed the doorbell of Valerie’s house, and it wasn’t long before a towering, spectacularly attractive woman answered it, clad in tight-fitting leather trousers and a black blouse with a corset over it. Her hair was in sumptuous mahogany waves around her face, and as she spoke, Jeanie noticed with another ache of arousal that she had a very low, soothing voice, but with an edge of command to it.

“Oh, this hair – you did not exaggerate, my little Beth. Well then. Come in, darling, and let’s get you much more comfortable.”

Jeanie looked in awe at the inside of Valerie’s hallway, a shiver going down her back from Valerie’s voice. It was far nicer than any student housing she had seen so far. The furniture all looked antique, and it felt remarkably clean. Valerie led her into a comfortable lounge, which had a fireplace that was currently stone cold. At her gesture, Jeanie took her place awkwardly on the leather sofa, while Valerie leaned back into a wing-back armchair. Bethany had not joined them, it seemed, and Jeanie’s knees tightened together in anxiety.

“So, Jeanie. You’d like me to cut your hair.” Valerie smirked at her. “Short.”

“Oh… well… yes, I would,” Jeanie stammered. Her own quiet self-consciousness over the question made her feel like she’d just jumped up and shouted that she had been pleasuring herself breathless over the thought of it.

“That is convenient, because I would love to cut it off for you.”

Just as Jeanie began to mumble an incoherent response, Bethany came in with a tray of teacups upside-down in their saucers, a milk jug, and a willow-patterned tea pot.

“Shall I be mother,” Valerie asked needlessly, as she poured out three cups for them all. Bethany accepted hers and kept her eyes lowered, avoiding Jeanie’s gaze.

Fancy teacup in hand, Jeanie felt as though her casual skirt, t-shirt, and zip hoodie were very out of place here. Sitting in front of Valerie, she felt the definition of unsexy, while Valerie herself looked like a dominatrix in that corset. It was then that Jeanie realised that she might well be. She glanced at Bethany and wondered if the two of them might be more than friends.

“Any particular style? ‘Short’ comes in a few different lengths, depending who you ask.”

The question caught her off-guard. She had dreamed of something short on the back and sides and longer on top, but the words felt too revealing to say. Saying the word ‘clippers’ would feel pornographic.

Valerie must have picked up on the hesitation, because she smirked knowingly. “Barber’s choice, then?”

The way she said ‘barber’ sent a shiver through Jeanie’s thighs. That was exactly what she wanted. Someone who would indiscriminately work scissors through her mass of model curls as if it were an overgrown mop on an unruly teenage boy. “You’re sure to know more about what will look good than me.”

This response seemed to please Valerie. “Before we go forward with this, I wanted to prepare you for something. You can still back out at any point, I assure you,” she said, a smile languishing on her face as she drank in the sight of Jeanie’s hair.

If Jeanie thought Valerie was going in the direction she thought she might be – the corset and leather were a bit of a tip-off – she couldn’t think of anything better. “Okay?”

“I like to do my haircuts in my sex dungeon. It’s more comfortable and private down there, easier to clean up, and -“ she paused. She had remained completely impassive as she had relayed all this information, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “And I have a hair fetish. It turns me on to cut other people’s hair. Things might get a little… heated, and you’re welcome to join in. Does any of that bother you?”

Jeanie’s mind was going rabid. She had finally found someone just like her, who wanted to cut her hair? It was a dream come true. She didn’t know how much she wanted to reveal of her own fetish. Even though Jeanie didn’t think Valerie would judge her for it, it felt too exposing to divulge. “It doesn’t bother me. I don’t mind where it is or what you do, I just need it to come off.”

She realised how her words must have sounded when Valerie’s eyebrows raised in surprise and an amused smirk twitched her mouth. “Be careful, or I may take that quite literally.”

Jeanie bit her lip and said nothing. She didn’t think she would mind Valerie taking control of her at all. “How much do you charge? I’ve only got my card on me.”

Valerie laughed. “The payment in this case will take the form of the pleasure I will take while cutting all your precious little curls off.”

A shiver of arousal went through Jeanie. “Okay,” she managed to squeak out.

“One last thing – would you be opposed to a little roleplay? I think your image would suit a certain character I have had in my mind for some time. I even have a costume for you. It shouldn’t be very hard for you to act like an innocent vulnerable princess, should it?”

Jeanie blushed, hard. She had never roleplayed – and had only had one very clumsy, not-quite-a-sexual experience before. “I’ll try?”

“Excellent. If any part of it becomes too intense for you, you may use a safe word and we can move on. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

The Stage is Set

After leading her to a small bathroom, Valerie had given her a long, thin white medieval nightgown to wear, and asked that she removed her underwear for the authenticity. Jeanie had followed through with this, finding her underwear already drenched with her dripping sex. She was really going to have her hair cut off, and in the most perfect way. Jeanie wondered if Valerie knew, somehow. With the unquestioning way she followed orders, perhaps it was obvious.

They descended a staircase into a dimly-lit basement, and Jeanie could not hold in her gasp as she saw the instruments of sexual torture placed around the room. Perhaps it wasn’t so out of character that she had gasped, since she was meant to be playing the innocent damsel in distress.

As she was led past the swings, restraints, a cage, and various other contraptions Jeanie could only guess at the use for, she could feel her wetness begin to ooze out with each swing of her hips and trickle down her leg, unhindered by underwear. At the end of the room, however, was a large mirrored wall with a strangely modified barber’s chair. It had multiple points of restraint on it. Jeanie swallowed.

Valerie seized her shoulders, and at that point she knew that the roleplay had properly begun. Act as if you don’t want me to cut your hair. Even though I can tell you do, she remembered Valerie telling her.

She weakly fought back, protesting as Valerie closed strong hands around her waist, using her body to press against Jeanie’s even as someone else grabbed her wrists from behind – was Bethany participating in this too? Through the thin nightgown she could feel the hard angles of the corset and the heat from Valerie’s legs, warming through the leather as Jeanie was pushed back into the chair and straddled down between those powerful thighs. It was then she noticed that the crotch of the leather trousers was only laced into place, and she could just see two lines of hairless skin either side of her crotch between the lacing. She felt like a pervert for looking, and for wanting to look underneath.

Jeanie squirmed under Valerie’s weight as she was strapped into the chair by two sets of hands – one across her chest, each arm bolted to the arm rests, and then, Valerie eased off her. Her hands went to Jeanie’s knees, and she was surprised as Valerie forced them wide apart and strapped each leg in place such that she could not close her legs, and her pussy felt cool as a breeze shivered under her pathetic gown over the moistened skin. What was happening? If she had to sit like this for the whole haircut, the chair would be drenched by the time it was over.

Valerie smirked as she pressed a button to raise the hips and lowering the back of the chair to flatten it out. “Don’t be scared, my beautiful princess. You’re just here for a little haircut.”

It was then that Jeanie had a view of Bethany standing over her too. She remembered the one line Valerie wanted her to say. “You can’t cut my hair! It’s forbidden for anyone in the kingdom to touch the princess’s hair.”

From here on out, Jeanie would have to improvise her role. Valerie reached out and plunged her fingers deep into the silky coils, and Bethany grabbed a handful too, lowering her head to sniff it. All Jeanie could do was squirm. “You’re in my power now, my princess. I can do whatever I like to you.” Her hand brushed down the front of the gown, down her stomach, and then touched against the thick puff of hair at her mound that was so abundant that it made the thin fabric stand out from her body.

Valerie tutted as she felt it, and then lifted the skirt up over her waist so that she was fully exposed. Jeanie felt a cold chill go through her as she was suddenly aware of how helpless she was and of what she might have signed herself up for inadvertently. This had not been explicitly part of what Valerie had briefed her on for the scenario, and Jeanie was frozen with shock. Valerie’s fingers, uncaring for her self-consciousness, patted the wiry tuft of hair. “Now, now, you’ve let such a mess grow around your cunt. How do you pleasure yourself with so much hair in your way? Such a pretty colour, but it will have to be shaved.”

Jeanie blushed even more with the utter humiliation of it. She had sometimes wondered if it would change the way masturbation felt if she trimmed, not shaved, the hair back a bit, but along with her head hair, thought this was something she would take care of soon, before anyone else could see it. Authenticity? Jeanie now realised that the real reason she was not wearing underwear was so she could be easily accessed.

Bethany approached around to her front and lowered her eyes to her pubic hair, too. “Mistress, should I comb this out for you?”

Valerie surveyed her for a moment. “Yes, my pet. It will make it easier for the clippers to shave it.”

Bethany’s face lowered close to her cunt – the face that Jeanie had thought belonged to a new friend – and she couldn’t help but feel betrayed. She wondered how much of this had been orchestrated, and whether Bethany was some kind of hair fetish scout, looking out for victims for Valerie to enact her fantasies on. The comb scraped against her skin, tugging up through the curls and snags in her thick pubic hair, lifting it out into an even more voluminous fuzz.

“Please don’t do this to me,” Jeanie cried, feeling real shame now instead of having to fake her humiliation.

Bethany’s eyes were fixed on her cunt, while her fingers brushed over the hair surrounding it. “The princess is very wet already. I think she’s enjoying this. Can I dip my fingers into her, mistress?”

“Wait until later, my pet,” Valerie chided her. “I want the first fuck for myself.”

Jeanie trembled with mixed emotions. Bethany finished playing with her pussy fur at last as silently, Valerie returned to her table of haircutting equipment. Jeanie could see herself in the mirror in her virginal white gown, legs spread apart, showing the bright flame of her pubic hair that spilled over onto her inner thighs. She had naively thought this was just going to be a haircut, never anything like this. But she was still reluctant to use the safe word. She needed her hair cut so badly that she would go through this, and on some level she was enjoying the humiliation and wanted to see how far it would go. Valerie was now fondling a pair of clippers, similar to the ones she had seen used on sheep.

“Time to shave the royal pussy.”

The clippers whirred to life, and Jeanie felt their vibration mid-way up her thighs. She had always been embarrassed of how hairy she was, and this was only confirmed as a layer of red hair built up on the bare blades of the clippers as they headed north. The vibration was so erotic, though, and her hips rose up from the chair even as the clippers stopped tantalisingly short of the thatch between her legs and went back down to continue stripping her thigh of hair.

“You have so much hair down here,” Valerie commented. “Aren’t princesses allowed to shave? Or did we capture a wild animal instead?”

Jeanie sighed with pleasure as she watched paths of bare skin appear from her furry legs. Even though she didn’t want this, and the presence of two complete strangers staring hungrily at her spread legs was mortifying, it was also addictively arousing. Valerie teased the clippers against her skin, now shaving up her other thigh, letting the hair tickle down underneath her legs. Valerie brushed her hand to remove the excess, and her hand against the exposed skin was strikingly cold.

The clippers now began to bite into the hair either side of her mound, where she had often felt humiliated that her pubic hair burst out of her underwear. It was so much neater with it shaved away, even with the big bush still intact on her mound. Jeanie hoped they would stop here, and was relieved when the clippers silenced.

“Stop, please,” Jeanie cried, at the feel of Valerie dusting away the shaved hair from the hollows of her legs. It was true that she had wanted to trim the hair so that it would at least be more comfortable in her underwear, but she had a feeling more than a trim was in store for her.

Valerie gathered her long pubic hair into a tiny ponytail between her thumb and forefinger. “You’ll love the way it feels when it’s just smooth skin, won’t she, Bethany?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The clippers snapped on again, teeth gnashing as Valerie lowered them towards her crotch. The sensation began on her butt cheek, an insistent vibration. Gingery hair fell away, so cleanly, so easily from the teeth of the powerful clippers as they mowed up past one side of her cunt, and then the other, stopping short of her clitoris. Without the matt of hair there, she felt a coolness immediately. In the mirror, she could see pink, sensitive skin appearing as Valerie’s fingers pulled aside her long labia and swollen clit to nestle the clippers into all her folds and shave away every last trace. Jeanie longed to feel her fingers dip into her slick passage, but she gave her no such pleasure as yet.

“And now to harvest the last of this glorious virgin bush.”

The clippers suddenly drove up through the thick puff of wiry hair. Looking down, Jeanie saw as the clipper’s teeth emerged through the curtain of red, inches of it falling back down as her skin was liberated of the mess. The other side, then, was sheared, forming a mohawk of hair down the middle, still long enough to protect her clit. Valerie toyed with it for a moment, pushing the remaining hair over one side to tickle her bald skin, and then traced one finger up over her clit to lift the hair free for the last time. The clippers vibrated on her clit for a bit while Jeanie moaned with pleasure and despair, and then drove up through the last tuft of her mound, sending it tumbling down over her fluid sex, where it stuck.

“There, that’s much better,” Valerie said, cupping her bald pussy. Her hand was electric on her newly exposed skin and a finger slid through her slick juices. “Now, Bethany, unlace me.”

As Bethany crossed over to Valerie, Jeanie thought she was going to remove the corset – but she knelt down in front of her crotch and began to deftly remove the lacing that held the central piece of her leather trousers in place. Slowly but surely, it peeled away as the lace was removed from each eyelet, until it came away entirely and Valerie’s shaved cunt was on show, displaying her beautifully engorged clit.

“Strip her and clean her up,” Valerie commanded of Bethany as she stalked away. “I don’t want a single strand of that ginger mess on my strap-on.”

Bethany loosened her bonds enough to unlace the sides of the gown she was wearing, making it easy to slip off from her. Jeanie was at once embarrassed by her nakedness – even though her cunt had been on display for a while, now her modest-sized breasts hung freely, squishing as the straps were tightened again. The leather rubbed against her sensitive nipples and clamped tightly over her skin, holding her even more still. But what was that she had mentioned? A strap-on?

Then with a wet cloth, Bethany began to wash her hairless skin between her legs until there was no trace of the fuzz left behind. She felt Bethany’s fingers through the cloth, confident and assertively stroking over her, mopping away the sticky hair that had caught in her cum. Jeanie did not dislike the sensation at all, and wondered why she had ever put up with so much hair down there, even if it was strange to see smooth, denuded skin instead of bright orange curls.

Valerie made her return, a pure black double-ended strap-on now emerging proud from her pubic bone, erect and threatening. Jeanie cried out in genuine fear. She had never been penetrated before and knew this would be an uncomfortable experience with something that large and aggressive-looking.

“This will put you in your place, your majesty,” Valerie said mockingly, poising herself at Jeanie’s entrance as Jeanie felt sharp tears flow from her eyes.

“Please, I’m a virgin,” Jeanie wept. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted this or not. The safe word was on her tongue ready, but did she want to be safe, or did she secretly want to be fucked?

“All the better,” Valerie crowed, leaning over her so the cold tip met her open lips.

There was so much lubricant from Jeanie’s arousal that the strap pushed in without resistance. Her pussy was suddenly crammed with an unfamiliar object that linked them together for a breath, before Valerie slid out, the black strap-on oozing with her cum. The second thrust in was more forceful, ripping a cry of surprise from Jeanie’s throat. With every time she withdrew, the more she wanted it to fill her again, feeling the leather trousers against her skin and the solid weight of Valerie’s body holding her vulnerable body down. Now she was being used roughly, as lust overtook Valerie’s eyes, but she still could not move from her restraints – but how could she want to? Jeanie was already close to orgasm, and moved her hips with Valerie’s to feel it plunge deeper into her, until she felt herself spasm around Valerie’s strap and shuddered. Valerie slowed down, teasing a thumb over her wet clit, giving her aftershocks of arousal as she recovered.

“Good girl, princess. Now you truly are mine to do with as I wish,” Valerie breathed, stroking her own hair back from her face. She removed the strap from herself and handed it to Bethany to deal with, before pressing a button to restore the chair to its original position.

The afterglow soon turned into apprehension as Jeanie realised her hair’s final moments had come. “Please, you’ve ruined me for marriage, what more can you want?”

“I want all of this,” Valerie grinned, softly running a hand underneath a thick mass of the ginger curls. “On my floor. You’ve spent long enough in ignorance of the pleasures of the flesh, and I showed you what that can be like. Now let me show you how I truly deflower my princesses.”

Jeanie shook in the chair, aching from the rough sex she had not realised was part of the experience, but still craving that sexual release of having her hair cut off.

The boots clicked around the chair, pausing over at the table with all the hair cutting implements, and then returning with a comb and the metallic flash of a pair of scissors. Valerie stroked her head, and made eye contact with her in the mirror. “Such beautiful hair, but it won’t be for much longer.”

Those long fingers delved into her hair, caressing over soft, conditioned curls. Jeanie knew her character was meant to be unused to people touching her hair at all, and this was true for Jeanie herself, too. Her curls would turn to frizz at the barest touch, so she discouraged people from touching it. Feeling Valerie now indiscriminately fondling her tresses without caring about messing them up was such a turn-on for her.

“You’re not meant to touch…” Jeanie began weakly, though her weakness was from being so turned on.

“Oh, I’m going to do so much more than touch this.” Valerie gloated. She used the closed blades of the scissors to trace the cold steel over the thick hair, the last thing clothing her nakedness. “There won’t be anything you can do to resist me.”

Jeanie let out a whimper as she heard the scissor blades schink together in the air, far too close to her hair. “Please…”

“Beg for me to cut your hair, and I will be gracious and let you keep some.”

Jeanie hesitated, if only in shock. Had Valerie intended to cut all her hair off, bald? “Please, cut my hair. I’ll do anything you say, just cut it short…” Her voice rasped desperately in her chest. The thought of her hair being short…

Valerie’s smile returned. “Good girl. That’s more like it.”

The chair rose up to a sitting position, with Jeanie still strapped in place, legs open to expose her shaved pussy to the world. Bethany stood by to one side of Valerie, gazing at her with amusement, and Valerie looked over her shoulder at her.

“Bethany, my pet, would you like to play with her while I get started?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Bethany curtsied, before getting to her knees between Jeanie’s legs. She traced her nails along Jeanie’s inner thighs, teasing back and forth until her cunt became involuntarily wet once more. “I love to play.”

Jeanie’s attention was torn now between the sensation of Bethany kneeling between her thighs, and the twisting sensation tugging at the top of her head as a bun was formed and pinched to the top of her head with a clip, while the back and sides still covered her like a thick blanket. The very real threat of the scissors Valerie was brandishing over her was drawing ever closer. She had no idea how Valerie had decided to cut her hair, and had visions of leaving here with a choppy head of random tufts. After all, what kind of professional hair stylist only cut hair in a sex dungeon?

“There, that’s it, Princess,” Bethany murmured, planting a trail of kisses up her thigh, pausing to breathe on her sensitive flesh. “Just relax back into the chair. There‘s no way out, so don’t resist. I want to taste you.”

Cold fingers dipped into the pool of Jeanie’s pleasure rising out of her, and then she could not help but watch as Bethany lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked the cum off them.

Jeanie made eye contact with herself in the mirror. Bethany’s perfect cap of black hair lowered between her legs, then buried against her as her tongue worked over her labia, lapping as Jeanie’s hips began to rock back and forth as much as they could against the restraints. Even though she had just orgasmed, another one built as Bethany’s lips brushed against hairless skin and kissed her clit with luscious lips.

Meanwhile, Valerie had taken up a handful of her hair in one hand, scissors in the other. It was finally happening. Her dreams were coming true. The blades slid into where the curls coiled inwards at her temple, and with a sudden and sickening scrunch, the first cut was made. Jeanie watched in mixed rapture and fascinated horror as upon being sliced off, the new shortened ends splayed out of their curl pattern, loosening out, forgetting the length that had once held them in position. Her hand casually tossed the long length over Bethany’s head in her lap, baptising her with fiery gold curls. The stark reality of it hit her – her hair was really being chopped off and there was no turning back.

The scissors closed around another swathe of hair, and a coolness came to Jeanie’s ear. “I hope you didn’t want long hair for the next ten years,” Valerie whispered, voice strangely loud to her now unshielded ear.

Jeanie moaned as Bethany’s tongue plunged into her, firm against her weakness. Another spray of hair was tossed onto the black bobbing bob, tickling against her spread thighs. Hair was pulled up roughly from behind her ear and the scissors hungrily chewed through it, scraping against her scalp as Valerie forced them through.

In harmony with Bethany’s tongue sliding in and out of her cunt was the ecstasy of the divestiture of her hair being chopped off and tossed away from her. She needed this just like she needed the sexual satisfaction. Her hips strained as she opened her legs wider to open herself more fully to Bethany, needing that warm wet tongue deeper in her, and was rewarded with her mouth engulfing her labia hungrily.

Valerie’s fingers caressed over the tufts of hair on her nape, now barely inches long. There was still so much left to cut, as well as the length safely clipped away, but it was a shock to see the beautiful colour of her long curls scattered all over the room already, where it had been literally cast aside like an unneeded mess. How much of her unique model-standard hair would be left?

“Are you enjoying this? You wanted all your ginger curls cut off, didn’t you?”

Jeanie moaned as Bethany fucked her with her tongue. “Please,” she begged both of them.

“‘Princess’?” Valerie laughed to herself as she grabbed a handful of curls still attached to the other side of her head. “I think the word ‘slut’ would describe you better. You deserve this humiliation.”

The sawing sound next to Jeanie’s ear sent her into another fit of ecstasy, and as she drank in gasping breaths, she could feel her juices seep out over Bethany’s face, dampening the cheeks that brushed against her labia. A severed hank of hair was tossed into her lap, curls clinging together even in ruin, as aftershocks of another orgasm built up, despite her recent release. Her hips spasmed, and in response Bethany’s hands gripped into her slender thighs to keep them still and spread wide in the position she needed.

As Jeanie felt Valerie’s nails on her scalp as she scooped up the last of the long hair hanging free on that side of her head, a sigh of pleasure released from her. The scissors began to crunch through it, alarmingly close to her scalp. That piece of hair was higher up on her head. Was Valerie going to give her an undercut, or a style at all? Or would she leave her with a choppy mess, and shove her out into the street without a shred of clothing or long enough hair to cover her modesty?

The scissors now ceased, their appetite satiated. But Valerie still hungered for more. “Don’t you think it’s time for the clippers, Bethany?”

Bethany, her mouth fully of Jeanie’s pussy, could only moan. Jeanie felt the vibration of Bethany’s voice go through her and she cried out unexpectedly too and shuddered in terrified bliss. Clippers cut close to the skin, as she had found out when all the hair had been shaved off her mound. Would she be as bald on the back and sides of her head as she was down there?

Valerie grabbed her by the chin. “Am I going to have to gag you?”

Jeanie shook her head, and found her eyes trailing down to where Valerie’s leather trousers were unlaced to reveal her naked clit, pink and wet with arousal, thrust forward as she rolled her hips towards Jeanie. She didn’t even notice the set of clippers in Valerie’s hand, but she certainly heard when they fired into action.

Valerie unclipped the long curls still attached to the top of Jeanie’s head. She held her breath, wondering if Valerie intended to drive the clippers straight into them – but she merely wrapped her hand in it, twisting it until it felt tight and her head was totally under her control. The buzzing grew louder, and Bethany moaned again and dug her nails into Jeanie’s thighs as she spread them further to get her mouth even deeper inside her.

Then, with a burst of sensation, metal teeth bit into the hairline at the nape of her neck, whirring as she felt them press into her skin and push upwards, nestling into the line of her skull. Even knowing what Valerie had said about gagging her, Jeanie openly moaned as her cunt exploded with stimulation to feel her hair fall away in a thick sheaf from the back of her head to the sensation of Bethany’s tongue deep inside her, leaving just cool skin in its place. There was no chance to revel in the sensation before the clippers dug back in behind her ear, vibrating teeth changing tone as they sheared through the remains of her hair, taking it down to almost nothing and then flicked out into the air.

The clippers silenced, and the back of Jeanie’s head tingled in the aftermath. She heard now the wet sound of Bethany’s mouth where it had not given her relief. Jeanie could no longer hold back a low guttural sound at the delicious torture.

Valerie arched an eyebrow down at her. “Maybe I should have you put that mouth to better use.” She clambered up onto the chair, knees around Jeanie and her bald pussy protruding from the leather trousers, angled towards Jeanie’s face. “It’s the ball-gag or this. Your choice.”

Jeanie was only too happy to bury her face into Valerie’s cunt, the scent of wet cum only arousing her further. It was intoxicating as she began to caress her tongue into Valerie’s folds. Instead of immediately succumbing to Jeanie’s pleasuring, Valerie only flicked the clippers on once again, and drove them up the back of her head, venturing higher than before.

It did cross her mind how aroused she could make Valerie and whether a good performance would result in her getting sloppy with the cut. She herself felt barely capable of giving her best since the combination of Bethany and her clippering was sapping her energy. But the idea of her getting rougher with the cut was no deterrent. She wanted, needed it short.

Valerie held steady for a while, even though her thighs were trembling around Jeanie’s face. The clippers switched off suddenly, and then hot fluid came out in a gush over Jeanie’s mouth and tricked down her chin over her naked breasts, where it ran down in rivulets towards Bethany’s head which was still between her legs.

“Not… bad… for a princess,” Valerie murmured between breaths of pleasure, before prying herself from Jeanie’s mouth. “Bethany, let the girl have a break for a while. Now maybe you can keep quiet while I finish clippering you.”

Jeanie’s cunt strained to keep close to Bethany’s mouth as she pulled away, craving that pleasure now it had been taken away. Bethany just smiled and raked her nails over her inner thighs gently and left her with a kiss so she could taste her own cum all over Bethany’s lips.

“Clippers,” she said expectantly to Bethany, hand out.

The hair mowing clippers were pressed into her hand, and she pushed Jeanie’s head over to one side before shearing up from her cheek, north to her temple. The teeth caressed her skin as they went, making the most erotic sensations as they removed her thick hair in tumbling clumps falling between Jeanie’s naked thighs. Again, she thought they were going a bit too high with no guard at all on them.

Silence fell again as the clippers were switched off. A glance in the mirror showed Jeanie she had virtually no hair at all around her ear. She could see the curve of the back of her head for the first time, vulnerable and bald. On top, the long uncut curls were still rolled around Valerie’s fist. She tugged it, before slipping her hand out, letting it tumble over the bald sides.

“So how do you think we should cut all of this on top?”

“Please cut it short,” Jeanie mumbled, remembering how she had been taught to beg earlier. She wanted to keep some and knew that protesting might get her a punishment.

“I wasn’t asking you.” Valerie snapped. “Bethany, how should we proceed?”

“I think a good hacking with the scissors to cut her down to size, and then thinning scissors to get rid of those lovely curls. It’ll lie nice and flat for you then.”

“Right you are, my pet. But now don’t all those ginger coils look soft and absorbent? I want to feel it soak up my juices while it’s still attached before it gets chopped off. Get her on the floor.”

Jeanie found herself unstrapped from the chair, but her relief was short lived, because Bethany pressed her down until she was on her hands and knees, the long hair falling down in front of her shameful position, naked breasts dangling pendulously. Her palms were pressed into snippets of hair of all lengths that had once been attached to her, some curling and others too short to form a full spiral. She thought about how her curls’ last service was to be a rag for Valerie arousal and began to feel a trickle of her own sopping wet vagina start to ooze down her thigh from her changed position.

A hand coarsely grabbed at her dangling curls and lifted them up again. Her last remaining hair was so long that she barely had to lift her head for it to reach Valerie’s cunt. The bouncing ginger curls caressed the bared skin between her leather-bound legs, and soaked up viscous cum with their still abundant volume. She squatted to spread her legs further apart and then grabbed the hair doubled over and more firmly in her fist, pulling Jeanie’s head closer as she did and causing her to cry out. Valerie then began masturbating with the twist of hair, using the heft of it to circle around her engorged clit until she was gasping and Jeanie’s scalp was sore from the yanking.

Jeanie fell down to the floor, hair stinking of sex and arms quivering from holding herself at the right height for too long. She felt exhausted, used, and like a new addiction for humiliation was building in her. For a few moments, she couldn’t see Valerie or Bethany, before hands hoisted her to her feet and dragged her back over to the barber chair. Her wrists were tugged apart and secured in place by the ever helpful Bethany.

“Good girl,” Valerie soothed her, lower with arousal. “Now, we’ve made such a state of your hair, haven’t we? Such a shame. I bet you used to spend hours taking care of it, ensuring it looked beautiful and smooth and shiny so you would one day make an eligible match for some prince. All it is now is a frizzy wet mess. Bethany, bring the shears.”

The once glorious curls had been mostly pulled out of shape when Valerie seized them. Although diminished greatly in volume by the shaving of the sides, there was still an impressive amount of hair dangling over her shoulder. It was looking very sorry dampened with the soaked-in cum and having lost much of the curls to rough manhandling.

Jeanie’s thighs were shaking from the adrenaline and anticipation of the next phase of her transformation. A pair of large scissors were brought reverently over to Valerie, somehow looking more lethal than those she had wielded earlier.

“Let’s chop off all that dirty hair first,” Valerie crowed. “I want a nice clean base to work from.”

Jeanie could do nothing but sit tight while Valerie plucked up lengths of her hair and tutted, feeling humiliation twisting in her stomach even as her pussy pulsed with provocation.

Without much warning, the metal scissors gave a loud schnick as they severed through a long lock of hair. It flopped languidly down beside her when Valerie let it fall from her fingers, a sneer at her lips. She grabbed another hank and sawed through it with the scissors – it was wetter and dropped faster with the weight of the moisture in it. The hair littered down in stringy clumps. Valerie was hacking it off with such uncaring alacrity that Jeanie’s heart rate was shooting through the roof.

“How does it feel to have the last of your long hair cut off? You’re not one of those long-haired girls any more.”

Jeanie’s pussy sought out the leather of the chair. She was aching for another sexual release, squeezing her bald lips down against the smooth, warm surface to try to pleasure herself. Her hair was so short now. She would never be that simple Celtic country girl again.

A smile played across Valerie’s dark lips. It almost softened the smack that stung against her thigh. “You’ll get another fucking when I’m done shearing you. Try to restrain yourself until then.”

Jeanie had to obey, especially when Valerie’s hand pressed to her hip bone and corrected her sitting position. She whimpered at the contact, and at the prospect of the impending fucking. She would need it to be just as rough as last time – and if that slap was anything to go by, maybe it would be more so.

A few chops of the scissors later, and Valerie’s hand ruffled the remaining hair atop her head. It must have been only about five or six inches long.

“That’s a good start, but still far too long, don’t you think?” Valerie commented, more for Bethany’s benefit as she presented the scissors to her.

“Yes, mistress,” Bethany chimed in. “I think it should be half that length at least.” She took the large heavy-duty shears from Valerie’s patient hand and exchanged them for a smaller pair.

“Half, you say?” Valerie murmured gleefully, pinching up a row of curls between her fingers and lifting her hand a short distance from Jeanie’s scalp. “This ought to be fun.”

Jeanie bowed her head as little coils of her hair dropped from the blades, some remaining intact from the length and others spreading out as they were sliced free. She was taking off a good two inches or more from the front, it seemed, but as she went towards the back, the falling hair looked much longer, maybe a full four inches. Knowing as she did that the back and sides of her head were practically bald made her imagine how short it would have to be blended to make it look natural.

She was surprised at how much hair she still had left to be chopped off, but it kept falling as the scissors slid in and snipped off everything above Valerie’s fingers. Snippets tickled down her skin in heavy drops. Her hair was gradually putting up less of a fight as the wildness was whacked off. Jeanie herself was little more than putty in Valerie’s hands.

“It’s practically standing up in places from how dense it is,” Bethany remarked, patting the top of her head as if she was a dog.

“Not for much longer,” Valerie smiled wickedly. “Thinning shears.”

The thinning shears were dutifully brought by Bethany, and poised in Valerie’s fingers like a surgical instrument. Jeanie had never had anything like them used on her hair, knowing them to be a death knell to thick healthy curls. As soon as Valerie started, it would be a long process if she ever wanted to grow out the curls again. But she doubted that she would.

Valerie selected what must have once been a beautiful curl and scrunched the thinning scissors right near her scalp. At first, Jeanie thought the whole thing would come off, but she munched the teeth in again and again. The damage wasn’t obvious until the comb passed through and took what looked like a huge chunk of the hair with it. Her cunt was immediately wet with the shock excitement of imagining how much of the bulk she would be losing.

“I love taming a head of curls,” Valerie murmured softly as the violence continued.

Jeanie’s knees strained further apart as she tried not to rub herself against the seat. She craved Bethany sucking and lapping her tongue over her pussy again, but she was only to suffer in desperation as her curls were stripped away by the aggressive use of the thinning shears. Valerie periodically tapped the comb with her scissors, each time letting masses of uneven hair tumble down onto the chair between her quivering legs. She clenched her teeth against a moan as she fought the orgasm almost overtaking her.

Valerie paused, thinning scissors in hand, and lifted Jeanie’s chin with the flat of the blades. “Good girl. You’re doing so well. But we can thin this out even more drastically. There are still some stubborn waves that I want to straighten out.”

Even though Jeanie was sure her hair was thin enough already, Valerie had the scissors and the power. Her head was pushed back down, and the comb raked back from her front hairline to let the toothed shears hack into it once more. She obediently kept her head still, listening to the arousing scrunches of the scissors as they reduced her hair to nothing. Her days of being a beauty were surely over, but her head was becoming a new erotic experience every time Valerie touched it. She could get used to this.

More vibrant ginger hair was torn out in tragic spiky clumps and dropped between Jeanie’s legs and onto her crotch. There was so much hair there piling up that it looked for a moment as if she had her full bush of pubic hair, before Valerie’s comb descended and brushed it off her freshly shaven mound, tutting. When the comb returned to her head, she felt her hair give barely any resistance now. The steely incisions continued, chopping in again and again, followed by vigorous brushing out. Jeanie relished each feathery soft hair bundle that tickled down her shoulders and breasts with each tap of the scissors against the comb.

At last, Valerie set down the thinning shears, and brushed her hair with a sensual gentleness. The comb slipped through as easily as if her hair were silky straight, for the first time in her life. She could feel Valerie’s hand close, now unimpeded by the thickness of her hair. A pair of scissors flashed out again as the front was combed straight down in front of her eyes, and they nibbled their way straight across at eyebrow height. This was the first time she had had a fringe of any description, and it then struck her that this had to be the longest part of her hair. Then, her hair was styled up and over to the side, in what felt like an elegant swoop, before some minor snipping finished the look.

“Untie her, and then bring her over to the wet room,” Valerie commanded Bethany.

Jeanie’s pussy was now aching as Bethany released her limbs from the restraint chair, and taken now by the hand to the end of the basement, where there was a drain set into the floor and a shower head hanging on the wall. Valerie watched on with amusement as Bethany lifted the shower head from its cradle and began to hose down Jeanie’s head and body to wash away all the clippings clinging to the sweat and cum on her skin, as well as all the loose hair still stuck between the remaining strands. The water was soothing and warm and soaked her head in seconds. Usually it took at least a while for it to saturate fully with water, but it was so thinned out and short that there wasn’t much to absorb it all.

A scattered mess of hair snippets washed away down the plug hole as Jeanie experienced water running over the newly balded parts of her head and body for the first time. She felt so much freer and lighter without the heavy head of hair to weigh her down, and weirdly confident. She had been fully exposed for two women’s voyeuristic pleasure now, broken down to her most raw elements. Bethany caressed a hand through her thinned hair, which was still just long enough to just cover her eyebrows while wet in the very front. Her ears bent so easily as Bethany stroked over the skin of her scalp on the back and sides. Jeanie was sure they would look goofy sticking out. She didn’t care, as long as she was sexually satisfied.

When the water turned off, she saw her cunt was swollen still with arousal. The warm shower only made her crave the promised fucking from Valerie more. Bethany found her a soft black towel, which she helped dry her with, including rubbing it over her shorn head. Normally Jeanie would never treat her hair so roughly because the curls required special techniques and care and products. But now she was free to run her hands through it, use whatever products she liked or none at all, and towel-dry it. It no longer mattered. She was no longer stuck in that routine.

Bethany shot her an appreciative once-over before tuning her around and marching her by the shoulders over to another kind of restraint furniture with a harness, in the centre of the room. Jeanie allowed herself to be strapped into the harness after the most half-hearted of protests. Her hips angled towards Bethany in need, but Bethany ignored her and just stepped back.

For the pleasure was to be Valerie’s alone. “It’s time for another fucking,” she crowed.

The double-ended dildo was produced for a second time and inserted into Valerie’s cunt. It was impressive how easily could take it into herself. The other end stood proud as she approached Jeanie, threateningly, but this time Jeanie was all too eager for it. She grew wetter as she imagined the feeling of that same dildo ramming into her and filling her waiting folds, thirsted as she gasped for the orgasm that she needed more than oxygen. Her hair was lying wasted all over the dungeon, and she knew never again would it tickle down her back unless it was falling in snippets.

Valerie crawled up on top of her, her own deep mahogany hair shining in the most gorgeous waves that made Jeanie almost ache with jealousy. She’d had much longer hair than Valerie, but now she had been shorn of it all. She longed to touch Valerie’s hair, to love it, to smell it. But then in a sudden thrust and a sting of pain, the dildo penetrated her. Valerie’s eyes bored into hers as she fucked her roughly, showing sadistic pleasure at her cries of almost pain. Jeanie needed this fucking, to be driven into by Valerie’s bucking hips, to feel full skin contact at her bald pussy.

As if she could tell Jeanie’s sudden envy, she said, “Yes, Princess, you’ll never have hair longer than mine ever again. I’m going to keep you as my short-haired fuck toy.”

Jeanie gasped out helplessly as Valerie rode her end of the dildo too, now feeling as cum squirted over her cunt and mingled with her own. Valerie’s low moans and the sound of wet sex pushed her over the edge into a raw orgasm that edged close to pain from how hard she was being fucked. Her wrists strained against her bonds in half protest, half ecstasy.

When Valerie was done with her, she lay gasping, sensing her hair against the head rest and feeling just how short it was. The room reeled around her. Her clit ached for more, despite her exhaustion.

“I think this is still too long,” Valerie murmured, caressing a hand through the top of her hair. “Bethany, bring this slut back to the barber’s chair.”

“With pleasure, my mistress,” Bethany simpered.

Fingers tightened around Jeanie’s sore wrists and tugged her to her feet. Too long? Her hair was so short and thinned out so much that it had barely any body to it at all. She shivered with aftershocks of arousal and the new chill that made her ears feel all too exposed. Bethany stepped in closer beside her, giving her hand a brief squeeze of acknowledgement. Jeanie squeezed back, just before she found her wrist twisted behind her in gentle restraint, forcing her to walk with her chest pushed out, hard sensitive nipples on display.

Walking was hard, especially with how aroused Jeanie was, but she made it back over to the chair. She barely needed the encouragement to sit down again, even though she was slightly afraid how much shorter her hair could get. She looked at her nude body and ultra short hair in the mirror. There was practically nothing on the sides, but the weirdest part was how straight and flat the top was laying. It was barely even wavy. Her hair had had all the wildness tamed out of it, and now it was subservient to Valerie.

Valerie hovered her hand over her cutting implements, choosing the fate of her victim – but it was only a comb and a pair of standard haircutting scissors. That couldn’t be as bad as the clippers, could it? Her vision suddenly spun as the chair was turned away from the mirror, leaving Jeanie blind to what was happening. Now, she felt her ruthless barber combing the hair that had tumbled over her forehead straight back and shivered with anticipation, her chest feeling more naked than ever now that she was aware of the limited amount of hair she had left to cut.

The combing lulled her into almost a relaxed state. But then, on the next pass of the comb, the scissors joined in the action. With tiny rapid snips, Valerie began smoothly reducing the hair to the length sprouting up from the comb, sending a further shower of hair clippings skittering down her body.

“Ohhh,” Bethany cooed, “look how dense it is again this short. You could make it flat.”

Valerie smirked. “Maybe that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

What they meant by that, Jeanie had no idea. The comb and scissors continued running back over her head, feeling like the comb was keeping the same angle all over. Was that what they meant by flat? If she was cutting it all at the same level, the longer, wispy thinned out hair would be gradually shorn off into a plush carpet. Valerie’s comb flicked the dislodged pieces down in front of her eyes, onto her vulnerable naked skin in pathetic little clumps. The comb felt even closer to her scalp now, with essentially nothing longer than an inch maximum to get in the way.

“You’re looking very butch. Doesn’t she look like a butch, my little Beth?”

Jeanie moaned. She had never looked masculine before in her life. Now it sounded like she would have to really try to embody any kind of femininity. Her Celtic countryside ringlets had been hacked off and lay in tatters on the floor.

“She’ll look even more butch when I take this flat-top down. Every lesbian in the city will want a taste of her strap then. No more princess curls, just coarse stubble and a brush on top.”

Still unable to see, but reacting to her barber’s commentary, Jeanie tried to control the flooding between her legs, but to no avail. Then she realised she had the freedom to move as she wanted… she cupped her hand to her naked crotch, relishing the lack of hair that used to hold back so much sensation.

“Ah-ah,” Valerie chided her when she noticed. “Can’t you help touching yourself unless you have been restrained? Even after all the pleasure my little Beth gave you? Put your hands on the arm rests and don’t move them, if you want to truly be tortured.”

All in for the torture, Jeanie did as she was told and gripped the arm rests of the barber chair. Her fingers squeezed tighter and tighter as the comb dug in deeply to the front of what remained of her hair. The clippers now fired up and zipped over, depositing a fresh crop of her hair on her naked sex. Jeanie ached to dust it off, to touch herself. The comb shifted back. The gnashing sound of the clippers ran along it, bare blades eating through her hair as if it was nothing. Again, further back now, and the comb was directly touching the top of Jeanie’s head. The comb was thin, maybe a millimetre or two thick. Her scalp would be completely visible with so little hair to cover it. Almost an inch of hair slipped from the comb onto her. Her hands were sweating now as she strained not to pry them off the arm rests for the release of pleasuring herself. Then, further back, she felt the clipper teeth directly touching down on her scalp, fully shaving off whatever remained, running right over her crown. Her barber was thorough, nuzzling the buzzing clippers over and over the back, and again the sides, before coming in again with the comb, raking it back over what felt like no hair at all.

“So handsome,” Bethany cooed as Valerie shut the clippers off.

Valerie ran a hand up from her nape. It almost felt like full skin contact to Jeanie… the sensation and her imagination of this drove her wild, even though there was a part of her that felt humiliated that she must be almost bald now. The hand meandered over the top, and she could feel the weird way that there was a soft bristly sensation around the edges of her crown, and then basically sandpaper in the middle. Did she look like a tonsured monk?

Stepping away from the chair briefly, Valerie returned with a jar of hair product. There was a faint smell of something masculine as she rubbed her hands together, and then caressed back against the grain of her hair, teasing and controlling the top of her hair to stand straight up. Jeanie’s thighs quivered in anticipation once she was done.

Two hands gripped the back of her chair. “Ready to see the new you, Princess?” Valerie murmured seductively in her ear.

Rebirth

Without a pause for a response, the chair turned slowly back towards the mirror. Jeanie gasped. Before her was the most dykey looking lesbian with a closely shaved style that looked completely flat on top of her head. She could barely tell the ginger colour of her hair any more it was so short, lacking in lustre and femininity. But she made up for that with how sexually dominant she now felt, stripped of those fussy curls that had held her back so much. She would never have to worry about messing up this brutal crop. Not even a hurricane could shift it.

Valerie offered a hand out to her. Surprised, she took it and allowed herself to be gently helped to her feet. She could feel the slick wetness she had left behind on the chair, but was distracted by Bethany bringing something over for Valerie.

“Let me help you put this on,” Valerie said, showing her what Bethany had brought – a harness and an enormous dildo.

Jeanie, who wouldn’t have known how to otherwise put the strap-on on correctly, obediently followed Valerie’s instructions with shaking hands to put the dildo into the ring of the harness, before stepped into it and allowing Valerie to fasten it securely. She looked down with reverence at its magnitude.

“You’re going to have to learn to use this, now,” Valerie said in another low murmur, nodding her head over to where Bethany was lounging on what looked like a bed over in another corner. “I am sure my little Beth will be eager to receive you.”

Encouraged by the brief caress Valerie gave to her hip, Jeanie approached, dildo bobbing as she walked. Bethany smiled approvingly.

Jeanie was hesitant, but so aroused that it gave her the confidence to walk over to her, tuck her bobbed hair behind one ear, and draw her in for a deep kiss. She savoured Bethany’s hands wandering over the skin of her back and up her naked nape where once an enormous cascade of perfect corkscrew curls had flourished.

“Please, fuck me,” Bethany moaned in her ear.

“I’m sure a good girl like you can wait,” she replied with new gleeful confidence.

Jeanie let her own hand trace down Bethany’s chest where a number of D-rings were attached to her blouse. She hooked her fingers into the cool metal loops and tugged her closer, making Bethany whimper in need. Her hips pushed right up against where the dildo protruded, craving it.

“Please,” her voice fluttered.

Jeanie’s hand went further south to the hem of the short skirt, spurred on by the breathless plea, lifting it to admire her nudity. But then quite suddenly, vibrations began to throb through her clit. There was something hidden inside the harness, rhythmically stimulating deep vibrations that ached through her pubic bone. She could feel her own juices flowing and let out her own low moan, fingers biting into the bunch of the skirt in her fist.

Bethany was still so close that she could feel the bullet vibe torturing Jeanie, tilting her hips even closer to share in it. Jeanie’s lips were parted in pleasure as the vibration grew even more intense, and soon she found them captured by Bethany’s kiss, egging her on. The snap buttons of the blouse were fortunate, because real buttons would have ricocheted off the walls with the speed at which Jeanie suddenly tore them open to reveal a black bra supporting heavy breasts, which she released just as quickly. There was only one thing to do with this build-up of arousal – Jeanie pushed Bethany back down onto the bed. Supine, she lay waiting and vulnerable as Jeanie forced her skirt up, vibrations still driving her wild. A perfectly plump shaved cunt was there on display for her, only the straps of a garter belt holding up her stockings that did nothing to cover the sight.

Animal-like, Jeanie mounted her, the tip of her dildo approaching her folds of flesh. The first thrust was barely gentle – Jeanie could not help the strength of her arousal. She felt the soft give with her dildo and needed to delve into her. Without her hair holding her back, she felt only lust where once she might have felt embarrassment. Now she was a raw nerve of arousal, thrusting into Bethany in synchrony with the bullet vibrator pulsing against her own cunt. Bethany gasped out and dug her fingernails into her bare back that felt so naked without her thick blanket of hair that had always draped over it.

When they were finally both worn out and tangled in each other’s arms on the bed, Bethany traced circles over the back of Jeanie’s head. It was bliss as she’d never known it before.

Footsteps approached. Jeanie’s eyes opened to watch her sit on the side of the bed next to them, but when Jeanie tried to sit up to attend to her, Valerie eased her back down with a hand to her shoulder. She joined Bethany in stroking her newly shorn hair. “So, Jeanie. Would you like to join us on a more permanent basis?”

“You mean we can do this again?”

Valerie laughed softly, and fingered a long tress of Jeanie’s ginger hair she had kept with her. “I’m not going to let you grow your hair quite this long again, my dear. But yes. It’s rare to find someone else who shares in our passion, and especially one we both like. What do you say to that? Would you like to be our girlfriend?”

Jeanie shifted her eyes between the two of them. She had never met two such beautiful women who seemed just as turned on by her as she was by them. And the thought of more erotic haircuts was the cherry on the cake. “Yeah, I’d pure love that.”