haircut fetish
After spending a few months on a phone call and chatting, it was our decision to stay together to meet and get to know each other, so that we can make a good decision in our life whether we can spend life or not. So we started staying together at a hotel for a week. She was taking training for a technology and I had taken work from home. She knew a lot of things about me as I had told her myself, including some of my secrets, but there was another secret she did not know about it clearly. It was a fetish; a hair fetish. I have had a hair fetish for a long time.
I was in the phase where I could not control myself and desperately wanted to get my haircut done forcefully or dramatically by someone. I wanted to enjoy the snips and falling of hair on the laps. I was so desperate that if someone pushed me in a seat and caped me with the cloth then I would not resist getting my haircut done. I needed a first snip of the scissors on my hair. Once I see hair getting cut I would not stop the haircut then. Sometimes I would also wish that, I wish I had a girlfriend who would kiss me and take full control over me and forcefully cut my hair. And if i don’t get it then someone should give me a haircut while i am sleeping. It was simple that I wanted to get my haircut done from someone who doesn’t know how to cut hair properly.
So we started staying and within 2 days we made an emotional attachment with each other. And on the same day i told her more about fetish in detail. I was very curious to get my haircut done by someone I trusted a lot for 1 year, but I could not get the kind of person for that, and somehow somewhere I had a feeling that she is the one who will understand this and satisfy the fetish. My hair is grown now, I put them in a bun and it’s been almost a year since I have only been trimming them a little to avoid split ends. A fetish version of me was trying to push me to get a haircut and get satisfied and another normal version of me was trying not to cut them as they have grown so long and it took a lot of efforts to grow them, being a guy it is very difficult to tolerate the growing phase, taking care of them. I did let them grow because I did not want to entertain the fetish every two months. Finally there was a scope I was able to see in her. Even if I wanted to cut it I could not do that. A shiver , increase in heart beats and a bloating in my stomach would hit me so fast that I would not dare to do that. The only way this could have happened is either someone doing it forcefully on me or someone doing it without me knowing it, or someone who can convince and control me so much to do it and take me to the salon or do it any other way. I told her these things very clearly.
One the third day I convinced her to have a haircut, not too long, not too short. A long layered bob basically with side fringes. It was a beautiful experience and output because I had never tried long haircuts. A shorter length was only where I played and practiced.
While we were doing this, I told her that I want to go for a short haircut but I could not do it and I want you to do it for me. She agreed and we took the first attempt. The first attempt was such a failure that I did not dare to get them cut and did not let her do it. After this she knew that I would not let her cut my hair easily, but day by day I was telling her to make it happen in various ways. I told her a few ways like giving a first cut so random and unknowing that it would make a mess and I would need to go for a short haircut to repair the badly cut hair or else give the cut when i am sleeping. I just wanted to pass that moment of starting the cut. Once they are cut in a particular manner I would then not stop doing short haircuts as there will be no other way to repair badly cut hair. In fear of getting them cut I hid all the scissors so that she would not find them easily. Somewhere deep I wanted to make it happen as the fetish version of me wanted that so desperately for a year.
Another day we decided to trim her hair as they were not cut good and needed a finishing. We did that and it finished within a few minutes. While doing this I got the idea and thought that this would be a good opportunity to get my haircut done. She was sitting facing the mirror on a chair. I finished her trimming and I was standing in front of her. She checked her hair and then all of a sudden she said “lets do your haircut.”. This was a trigger point for me. I immediately sat down in front of her on a small stool. The height of the stool was a little lower than her chair seat. I was so on cloud 9. She started combing them roughly.
She knew she would never get a chance like this again, so in a hurry she picked up the scissors and tried making the first cut which I wanted. When she was doing that I moved away, securing my hair to not get cut. I immediately held her hand so that she would give another snip with the scissor and I checked how much hair had been cut. Unfortunately a very little chunk of hair got cut but not enough to make the hair mess and make me convinced to go for a short haircut. She was being so stubborn that she would not let it go and will cut my hair at any chance today. We had a fight and somehow I took the scissors from her and locked them in my suitcase.
The long drama ended and she went for her training. I took a bath, chilling in my bed with my laptop, and got a very serious thought that now it was too much. The kind of drama that happened two times was enough to make her angry, disappointed and the same for me too. So I decided to end this. I messaged her to inform me when she is coming to the room from her coaching. She would hardly take 10 minutes to reach the room from coaching. And after an hour another trigger happened, i received her message that she has left the coaching. This time I had no idea and the fetish version of me was so out of control and excited. So I planned something. I took out all the haircutting stuff I had and I put it on the desk in front of the mirror. I set up the chair and I did a quick hair wash to make them wet for the haircut. I tied them in a very loose bun without drying them. I unlocked the door so that she could open it herself. I took a seat on the same chair in front of the mirror and waited for her to come. I heard the latch of the door getting open. She came in and saw me sitting in front of the mirror with the haircutting tools. Before I got a second thought of not getting cut, I immediately told her to lock the door first. I took the scissor in my hand and offered her the scissor, she understood that this is it. Very calmly she came near me and took a nylon silky cape and tied it around my neck. Loosen my bun and roughly comb my hair a little bit, making them wet so they would get a little bit heavy when they fall over the cape. She took the scissor in her hand and made a first cut somewhere in the backside. I could feel a chunk of hair falling on the floor.
Then she made another cut very immediately in the backside. She paused after that and looked at me in the mirror. I was shivering cold and she could feel that too. She hugged me and kissed me, and then she said “Now you are in my control, you will not go anywhere now until it’s done”. I could not say anything and lowered my eyes.
She kept her hand on my upper side of head, basically she held my head with her palm tightly so that i won’t move anywhere and keep my head still while cutting hair. The feeling of being helpless and lost control was the best feeling ever i received from her.
She then combed my hair downwards again and started cutting them in a straight but rough line at a chin level.
Each time the scissor cuts the hair a chunk of wet hair falls over my cape in my laps and it was the wonderful feeling of witnessing the fantasy in real life.
Within 2 minutes it was a chin length haircut. After that she combed them properly. But this time she was so rough and the calmness she had in the last minutes was lost. She Tilted my head down touching my chin to my chest and this was the most satisfying moment for me. She started cutting them with a scissor over comb technique which I showed her last night in the videos.
The sound of every snip of scissors chopping my hair and those chopped hairs falling on my cape were so arousing for me and was satisfying my fetish so deeply.
Within a few mins the hair on my back and sides were too short but messy too because she did not know how to cut hair. So I told her to use the trimmer. It was so messed up we needed to remove the guard on the trimmer and do the cut with zero level. She then sat on my lap in front of me, removed her shirt off and held my chin with her fingers and started running the trimmer on the sides and back where the hair was cut but kept a little longer length on the upper side to make an even hair length all over the sides and back.
With the moment getting hot she started kissing me. I fully surrendered to her and she kept running the machine all over the sides and back.
It was almost 5 mins now and it was complete. She even moved the machine over my mustache and beard too. She repaired all the messy spots and made a clean cut. Then at the end she held my face and kissed me so deeply and said “it’s done”. She took some hairstyling wax and styled my upper hair.
I was looking so different and handsome. I stood up and lifted her on my hips and started kissing her so deeply knowing that she is the one I was looking for a very long time. It was almost 30 mins we were kissing so passionately. While kissing she was constantly moving her hands through my short hairs all over my head. She was moving her hand and fingers and it was making me go wild and crazy while kissing. All of a sudden she stopped kissing me and said “From now on I am the owner of your hair, and your hair no longer grows above an inch until I want”. This was a born of a new man in me.
