Anjali’s Barbershop : The Origin of My Fetish 1

“You remember them? ” I said holding the ends of her beautiful tail which hung from the rod. She nodded with tears in her eyes. “They are the best set of curls I have in my collection” I told her. “You see this one it belonged to a very nasty bitch. I took her pride away from her” I said holding Sonali’s tail.

“Touch it” I yelled at her she briskly moved towards her tail touched the ends as it was only as far as she could reach. “Beautiful isn’t it? ” I asked. She nodded again I whipped her hard “say it’s beautiful madam” I yelled. She started crying I whipped her bubble but a couple more times. “It’s beautiful madam” She whispered crying her eyes out.

“Don’t cry little kitten its just the begining we will have a lot more fun tonight” I held her hand guiding her to my beautiful chair. Once she sat down I locked her legs and arms to the chair. I wanted to keep her 36D breast open so I could play with them while working on her.

I held my own beautiful tail in my hand “When I was your age my hair were like yours. Not curly but just like you see them now. It was my pride I wore it like a crown. An incident changed me it took away my pride. But I don’t remember it as a sad incident now as it gave me a lust for locks like yours.” The kitten was listening to me as she sat on the chair.

“So I told you I signed an agreement” I said as I started to brush her locks. “You see back in the day when I was your age I was naive like you are”. The partition of her hair began as I talked. “Like you I too moved out of my home looking for work and a new life” I secured the hair on top of her head tight leaving everything else open.

Walking towards the mirror “I wanted to learn how to become a hair stylist. Now, I didn’t know how or where I could learn” I picked up the classic clippers from the mirror. Her eyes widened up when she saw them “bzzzzzzzz” Oh what beautiful sound they made when I turned them on.

“I came to this city where I found a place which taught hairstyling to young girls” Keeping the big oster clippers right on her nape. I pushed her head down the first pass ate away a big chunk from her nape. “These clippers might be vintage but they work better than the new ones” I told her rubbing my finger on the newly shaved patch.

“So, this place looked a little odd to me at first glance but it had every thing I needed. They were offering me a room to live for an year with food and a small stipend for the time I was there. ” I made another pass this time moving up to her back clearing the first patch of skin on her head. Little curls flew down from the back of her head down to her shoulders. She looked terrified I could see her eyes thru the mirror.

“So when I asked them if I could join in she gave me a big contract. It must have been 20 pages at least.” A second pass of the big osters made the strip wider. “Like you I signed the agreement without even reading a single line. The lady who gave me the agreement smirked at me. ” The third pass ate away almost all the hair on back of her head.

“They were quite secretive about letting me inside their salon. It made me more and more curious to see how it looked. After signing the agreement I requested the lady to let me see it. She asked me to take my bag and follow her.” Her 5 inch curls now eaten away by the osters ran down her shoulders. Some made it a temporary residence some fell on the floor. The back of her head which was full of curls was now shredded to an invisible stubble. I kissed it!!

“From inside the parlour looked quite unique. The walls painted pink just like this room with white leather chairs. While walking I could count 6 chairs and all had different girls standing around the chairs.” The clippers were doing a great job from behind her head I moved them towards her left ear.

“A girl in the room cleaning the floors caught my attention. She had hair just on her forehead, the thickest set of bangs I can’t forget them even today.” As the clippers moved the locks on the left side of her head fell on her lap. I could hear her crying in a low tone. Why woudn’t she cry? It must be the first time she had seen skin on her head. When she came in the curls looked wild, I’m sure the haircut I gave her was the first in a very long time.

“Kirti you know what struck me the most when I looked at her.” She didn’t reply. I didn’t want to but pinched her soft nipples “aaaahhh” She screamed “I asked you a question? ” The tone was stern. “What madam? ” She mumbled. “That’s like my little kitten I don’t want to torture you but if you make me do it then it’s not on me.”  The little kitten squirmed “yes madam”.

Removing the last strands on her left side ” The thing that struck me the most was her head. It was clean and shining like a bulb. It made me laugh looking at how hideous she was looking. I hadn’t seen a bald girl before not like her anyway. ” making a few more passes on the shaved left side to ensure there’s just stubble left.

The clippers now changed their direction towards the right ear. “When we reached the middle of the big salon. The lady announced to the other stylist. Girls this is Anjali and she has joined our trainee programme. It thought they will clap or greet me but almost all of them had big smirk on their faces.”  Reaching the back of her ear I made another pass clearing more length away from her head.

“They took me to the living space it was on the second floor. There were 8 rooms as far as I could count. Washrooms are common they are at the end of the hallway she said. Then opened a room it was right in the middle. The room looked small it only had a single bed and a desk on the side.” Osters started eating up the hair over her ear reaching her cheeks.

The hair kept falling on her lap the lengths had hidden the bush over her pussy. “She gave me a uniform to wear while I was at the parlour. I had seen all of them down stairs wearing one. At first glance it looked quite short. The top covered my breast but not the navel region while the skirt barely covered my juicy butt.” Back of her head and sides were now left just with a stubble.

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