DEANJONES
Hello fetishers, I know you love reading my adventures. Today, I will add a new chapter to this story. A new helper for the shop hehe well who am I kidding a new slave for me. You see I was regretting my decision to leave Sonali so early. When she was here I had a sex toy to shave and fuck every night, but since she left I had only my toys to play with.
Lets just say I’ve been lucky all my life. A week after I let sonali leave during the evening hours I saw a girl in her early 20s lurking near my shop. She was trying to peak thru the glass door I had noticed it a few times. Finally, I went out to ask “why are you standing here and why are you peaking inside my parlour? ” I almost yelled at her.
She almost got shocked and started stuttering “i just wanted to get my hair done”. The girl looked shy as fuck she wasn’t able to speak when I scolded her. I took her in she was carrying a big bag with her, hiding her hair in a scarf. Keeping the bag down she started staring at the chair. I almost pushed her to sit on it.
When I removed her scarf I could see she was hiding her beautiful mane. Oh that bun it was bigger than my hand. Temptation led me to open that bun as quick as I could. Long curls fell to the floor when I opened her hair. Good God her hair was beautiful I hadn’t seen curls so beautiful and long in life before. It must have been till her knees when she stood upright “no wonder she was hiding it” I thought to myself.
My mind started going into an overdrive of fetish. She looked like a perfect girl to be my bitch. I gazed at her thru the mirror she was so shy she couldn’t even lock eyes with me. “What haircut you want?” I asked her sternly to scare her a little. The plan worked she had no answer must murmured “um”. ” Well I don’t have time to waste so I will give you what I want” I told her.
She submissively sat there with tears in her eyes. I know that feeling when you’re sitting in the chair at the mercy of the barber not knowing what will happen with your hair. Ohhhh it gives me chills my nipples get hard when I think about my victims having that feeling. I took my time to find the best hair brush I had. With gentle strokes I started enjoying her curls. They were down touching the floor it took me some squatting to brush her but her hair deserved it.
I was curious about her something said in my head to ask about her huge bag. “Why are you carrying such a big bag?” I asked her. She did not answer at first so I asked her again a little more sternly. “Maam I was looking for a place to live, I’m new in the city came from my town looking for a job and place to stay” She spat it out. I kinda guessed it when I first saw that bag but wanted to hear it from her.
“This is the perfect bitch” My heart said to my fetish brain. “You can live and work here” I told her brushing her long locks. “Really ma’am thank you so much. I was scared where to go at this time of night” poor bitch told me how vulnerable she was. “Yeah yeah city isn’t safe but you live and work under my roof with my rules” I told her in a stern voice.
“Yes maam whatever you say I will do” the bitch had no idea what she was signing up for. I finished brushing her locks it was now time to tie this down so I could have it. The curls were too wild to tie into one tail so I decided to make two. She looked sceptical when she saw me make the 2 ponytail on each side of her head. “Maam” She was about to say something when I stated at her thru the mirror.
The stare was enough to stop her from speaking. Opening my drawer going thru the scissors I knew even the sharpest ones will struggle to go thru these thick curls. The last time I chopped some girl’s thick pony it was too painful so decided to take out my clippers. There was a look of horror on her face when she saw the clippers.
I had intentionally placed the rubber bands on her shoulder blades. The curls were too beautiful to cut off all at once there was more to play. When the clippers came to life she almost jumped up from the chair. “Hahahhaa” could not control my laughter as I placed the clippers right above the rubber band. “Hmmmmmm” The clippers screamed eating away her thick lucious curls.
Her eyes grew bigger and bigger as the clippers went to work. With tears falling out she could see the clippers tearing thru her hair. The tears dropped from her eyes when the first tail gave in to the might of the clippers. It was a trophy indeed when I held it up to my face it reached till my thighs, for her it would surely reach her ankles.
After keeping the beautiful tail on the table carefully I started working on the left one. The look on her face was grim I’m sure she had no idea who’s parlour she was peaking in earlier. Clippers worked quite well removing the second tail from its base. The tails were so beautiful and soft I could not stop the urge of rubbing them all over my face.
I had left her with reasonable amount of hair it reached her shoulder blades. The plan was to play with her more but for today this was enough. After closing the shutter and locking the door I asked her to take her bag and come upstairs with me. The first task for me was to hang these trophies in my cabinet. I was over the moon looking at my growing collection. The four tails hanging in my cabinet were all different from one another.
