Sarah Shearer
Originally published on haircuttingstories.com under my previous handle, Headband Girl.
The smooth feel of my silk blouse feels sensuous as you pull it up over my head. As it drops to the floor, your hands return to cup my breasts. The feel of your fingers stroking me through my bra always feels good, but tonight the fondling of my hard, exposed nipples as you unsnap it feels so good. The aroused buzz runs through my body as the anticipation the prospect of change turns me on.
With a soft word and a gentle tug of my hand you guide me to the living room. And thus it begins.
The feel of the air conditioning in the house is cool to my exposed chest, enhancing my fever-pitch chills. I made note of the closed shades as I take my seat in the chair, beginning this very private event with a very public result. I glance to my right. The tools for tonight’s activity are laid out on the table, like a doctor’s tray ready for surgery.
In a way, you are a doctor tonight, ready to amputate a big part of my identity. I was not the first woman you had shared your fantasy with. But I was the first person to willingly submit to it. How you convinced me to do it is another story, but tonight I await the adventure into this unknown with a strange, but excited joy.
The vinyl of the office chair feels clammy as you tie my arms to the rests. There is a charge of nervous energy now. A helplessness in the realization of the inevitable as you secured my ankles. The way I am bound opens my black skirt, exposing my excitement. Your excitement is evident as you step behind me, taking time to pleasure yourself. The anticipation was too much for you to handle. I too want my hands on you, on me, on us.
A deep moan and a breathless sigh put an end to the first of many aroused moments tonight. You return and pull the headband away for the final time. I am fully exposed. All things are ready.
As the clippers hum to life, my brain races. I have had long hair all of my life, and soon I won’t. We talked through your desires. The fantasy was long set and now it was about to play out in front of my eyes.
As you placed the clippers to my forehead I knew there was no turning back. I felt the first lock of long hair fall down the side of my face as you slowly pushed them back. You smiled as I let out a contented moan as you completed the first pass. With each stop and start, the rug started changing color as if a soft snow was falling. I closed my eyes when you returned the clippers to my forehead, enjoying the feel of my silky tresses falling across my face and breasts.
I strained against my restraints as you reached my ear, no longer able to contain my ecstasy. The rush charges through me, the wetness trickling heavy into my skirt. I had no idea it was going to feel this good. I am enjoying this as much as you are.
The strange feeling of my exposed head was an odd contrast to the hair that still clung to the other side of my head. I would have loved to have seen old and new side by side, to have seen my old reality meeting my new reality. But that was not part of your fantasy. Oh to have touched the virgin bristles and my former glory one last time.
But that was not to be as the clippers kept buzzing and, little by little, what was left on my head fell to the carpet below.
The clippers suddenly fell silent. I don’t know if it was the air conditioning blowing or your hands that gave me the chills the first time you laid them on my newly shorn head. I closed my eyes and lowered my chin as you caressed every square inch. We both discovered a new erogenous zone. I had always loved the feel of your fingers running through my hair and my scalp, but never in this way before.
You stepped away and I heard the spray of shaving cream behind me. You came around the front of the chair, sitting down across my soaking wet skirt. Our lips met for a wild, passionate kiss as your hands started rubbing the shaving cream across my head. I pushed up again. The feeling of your kiss and your hands were almost too much to take. A loud moan left my mouth when you got up for more shaving cream.
Another deep kiss awaited as you covered the front of my head and forehead. You exploded all over me. Your hands moved down to the sides of my face, making my cheeks as white as my head. The fantasy took a spontaneous turn as you covered the rest of my face, slowly and tenderly covering everything until I was wearing a full mask of white. The soothing feel of the cooling cream fueled my hot passion. I wouldn’t know until later what you meant when you said how cute I looked being prepared to be shaved.
I closed my eyes as I felt the blade start to push back. Your strokes were slow and deliberate, being careful not to cut or rush this passionate moment. The rush of cool air chilled me again as you removed row by row, removing all evidence that hair ever existed on my head.
You moved back in front of me and with a couple of skilled swipes my eyebrows were gone. The razor glided down my cheeks. The slight burn was nothing compared to the pent-up tension inside my body.
Before long it was over. The feel of the towel was new and exciting as you wiped off what little shaving cream remained on my head, on my neck, on my nose. I let out yet another moan as you wiped down my breasts, taking care to tease my nipples. I looked down. Our carpet was a mess of strands of long hair and blobs of used shaving cream. I don’t think it’s getting cleaned up tonight.
You were in no rush to remove to untie my hands and ankles, but you were in a hurry to usher me into the bathroom. Suddenly, I realized that you were right when you said I had the right face shape for this. You kissed the back of my neck and rubbed my breasts, telling me all the while incredibly sexy I was…now more than ever. I felt your hands back on my head as I turned and sent my tongue deep down your throat as the wildest lovemaking of our lives began.
How could I be the first person to have lived out this fantasy. I can’t wait for the next time.
