Tony
The barbershop’s bell jingled cheerfully as Lily pushed open the heavy, wood-framed door. The scent of hair tonic and fresh lather greeted her, a scent she found oddly comforting despite her nerves. She looked around at the faded black-and-white photos lining the walls, men with slicked-back hair and serious expressions stared back at her from decades ago. The place hadn’t changed much since then, she mused, taking in the red and white striped pole outside. The only modern touch was the buzz of an electric hair clipper.
The barber, Mr. Jenkins, with skin as weathered as the chair she now sat in, had been cutting hair since before Lily was born. He looked up from his newspaper, a smile creasing his face, and nodded in her direction. “What can I do for you?” He asked, taking in her appearence of an oversized baseball jersey, one of her boyfriend’s, loose sweatpants, and thigh length red curls bound up in a messy bun on top of her head.
“I… I need a haircut… I was told this was a great place for one.” Lily said nervously and uncertain if she should be here at all. Alastor, her boyfriend, had recommended her to come here for a haircut, even dressed her up like she was so she get the best service.
Mr. Jenkins nodded, his eyes scanning her hair with a professional scrutiny. “Alrighty. Have a seat and will get you squared away.” He told her, getting up from the chair to allow her to seat.
As Lily sank into the chair, the leather creaking slightly under her weight, she felt a strange mix of excitement and fear. She’d never had a haircut in a barber shop. Alastor had told her she’d be fine and that Mr. Jenkins was the best. She hoped he was right.
Mr. Jenkins tied a neck tissue around her neck securely, before snapping out a cape and securing that around her neck tightly. Once the tissue was folded over the neck of the cape. He pulled her hair out of the bun and let it fall around her head and body. “Looks like you let it go for to long there.” He stated to her, eyeing the length with a hint of disgust. “Shouldn’t be to hard to get you back to looked respectful though.”
Lily felt a knot form in her stomach. She didn’t know what Mr. Jenkins meant, but it didn’t sound good to her.
“Are you wanting something specific or can I do what needed?” Jenkins asked seriously, and Lily had to wondered what the best answer would be.
Alastor just told her that the was the best place for a haircut. He didn’t tell her what to get or if she was to just let the barber have his way. She really wished he had came with her.
“Umm…what do you think would be a good style?” She asked Jenkins nervously.
He paused for a moment, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Well, I’d say something neat and clean. Something respectful and show maturity. This hair is a mess and I believe it needs a good tidying up.”
Lily swallowed hard. “Okay, I trust you,” she managed to murmur, not feeling as confident as she hoped she sounded. Mr. Jenkins nodded approvingly and turned to his station, picking up a set of hair clippers and a comb. He turned her away from the mirror, stating it’ll be less distracting if the haircut isn’t witnessed.
Jenkins combed through her hair the best he could, but grew tired of dealing with the tangles and knots. Instead he parted her hair over her shoulders, lowered her head til her chin touched her chest, and snapped on the clippers.
Lily jumped when the clippers came to life, but that was nothing compared to the jump she did when the cold blade of the clippers touched the nape of her neck and she felt them being pushed into her hair and the vibration they sent through her body as the clippers sheared away the red curls from her head.
Jenkins made a few passes up the back of Lily’s head, watching as the red curls fell from her head and fell to the floor. The red stubble left behind was a much needed sight in his opinion. And with a few more passes, the back of Lily’s head was striped down to a red stubble.
Lily had watched as her curls fell to the floor and was shocked to see how long they were. She hadn’t expected the barber to just buzz away her hair like that. She was used to the salons that would carefully trim her curls so they still looked cute abd refreshed. But here, Jenkins just ran the clippers up the back of her head like her hair was an issue needed fixing. She wanted to say something, but the barber just lifted her head and tilted it to one side, before running the clippers infront of her head all the way to her hairline.
The sensation was strange and she felt a bit exposed and vulnerable. She had always had long hair and now it was being taken away from her so quickly and brutally. She watched her hair fall from the corner of her eye. Her heart was racing as she felt the cool air of the barbershop kiss her now bare neck and the side of her face.
Jenkins rounded her ear and continued to make short work of her curls. Soon he was switching sides, and was happy to see the mess of hair starting to look more clean, neat, and respectful.
The sound of the clippers was the only thing that broke the silence in the barbershop, except for the occasional hum of the fluorescent lights above. Lily’s heart was pounding in her chest as she felt the length of her hair being drastically reduced with each pass. She didn’t dare look down again; the sight of her once luscious hair on the floor was too much to bear.
She fit her head being straightened and the cool air from the shops a/c unit blowing across the now hairless areas of her head. She felt the barber spray the top of her head with water from a spray bottle, then the comb, combing through the hair on top of her head. She longed to see what was already done to her hair, but also didn’t want to as she knew it was shock her more than she was already.
Jenkins made sure the hair on top of her head was standing straight upwards. He used a spray bottle that was a mix of water and pomade just so the hair would retain the look he wanted. Once the hair was solid and straight. Jenkins slid the comb into her hair at her forehead, leveling the comb about 1/4th of a inch away from her scalp, before buzzing away any hair above the comb.
Lily felt a cold shiver run down her spine as she heard the clippers glide through the top of her hair. She had no idea what style he was giving her, but she knew it was going to be a drastic change from her usual look. She clutched the arm rests of the chair tightly, trying to stay still despite her anxiety.
Mr. Jenkins worked methodically, taking his time to ensure every strand was cut to the desired length. He been doing this job for so long, he just knew the best style when it came to making the customer leave looking clean, mature, neat. And respectful. Point in case to the one he was working on. He need this youngster, to him, needed a proper haircut the moment they came in with that mess of red curls and looking way to girly.
The clippers turned off when he had reduced all the hair on top of her head to a neat and level 1/4th in. Jenkins then took the time to spread shaving cream around Lily’s head where there was stubble, before instructing her to stay still as she produced a straight razor and proceeded to shave away the stubble from her head.
Lily’s eyes widened as she felt the coldness of the shaving cream, followed by the sharpness of the razor gliding over her skin. She could feel her pulse in her ears, the anticipation of what her new look would be almost too much. The sound of the razor scraping against her scalp was strangely soothing, despite the fear that had been building up inside of her.
Jenkins brought the shaved areas higher on her head, even shaving in the hair on top of her head, changing it to look like a horseshoe. When he was finished, he wiped away the lingering shaving cream and combed through the top again with his spray bottle, making sure the top stayed straight upwards and level.
When Lily was finally turned to face the mirror, she was shocked to see all her curls were gone and had been replaced with a severely short horseshoe flattop haircut.
“There you go. One clean, mature, neat, and respectful haircut. Much better than that mess of curls you came in. Made you look like a girl. Now you look like a gentleman again.” Jenkins told her smiling in the mirror.
Lily’s hand shot up to her head, feeling the short, stubbly hair and the smooth shaved sections. She couldn’t believe the transformation. Her eyes were wide with shock as she took in her new reflection. Her cheekbones looked sharper, her eyes bigger, and she had never felt so exposed.
The cape was removed from around her, and her appearance in the mirror, set her mind on thoughts she hadn’t even thought before. Alastor had dressed her. Alastor had told her to come here for a haircut. Alastor had been the one to suggest her getting a haircut in the first place.
Those thoughts were a whirlwind in her mind as she felt the short stiff hair on top of her head, with its shaved area, and the high shaved sides and back of her head.
“How do I look?” Lily asked tentatively, her voice cracking slightly. She knew it was a stupid question. She could see in the mirror how she looked. But she needed the barber’s approval. She needed to hear it from someone other than herself.
“Like a million bucks!” Mr. Jenkins exclaimed with a hearty laugh, slapping her on the shoulder. “You’re all set, young man.” The last two words hung in the air, a reminder of his earlier comment about her looking too much like a girl.
Lily felt the weight of his hand and the sting of his words. She had never been called a man before, not even in a friendly, teasing way. It was a jolting reality check that she wasn’t sure she was ready for. She stumbled out of the chair, her legs feeling wobbly beneath her. The cape fell away, revealing the full extent of her transformation. She reached into her pocket for Alastor’s wallet to pay, trying to avoid looking at herself any longer.
As she handed Mr. Jenkins the money, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal. Alastor had assured her that she would look amazing, that this was the right thing to do, but she couldn’t reconcile the image in the mirror with her own identity. The bell on the door chimed as she stepped out into the sunlight, blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden brightness. The wind tugged at the short hairs on top of her head, making her flinch.
The streets she had once felt so confident in now seemed foreign and unfriendly. Everyone she passed by seemed to be looking at her, whispering to their companions and pointing. Her hands hovered around her head, trying to cover the bare spots, but the more she tried to hide, the more exposed she felt. Her heart was racing, her thoughts a tumult of doubt and anger.
Lily walked faster, almost running, towards Alastor’s car. She needed to get home, to hide, to process what had just happened. As she approached the car, she noticed Alastor leaning against the hood, watching women with long hair, like her’s used to be.
When he saw her, his eyes lit up and a wide grin spread across his face. “Wow, Lily! You look…” He trailed off, searching for the right words. “Respectful? Mature? Like a gentleman?” She asked angrily.
“Well, I was going to say ‘badass’, but if those words work for you, I’ll stick with them,” Alastor replied with a chuckle. He took a step closer and tilted her chin up to inspect her new look.
Lily’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “You knew he was going to give me this…this…horseshoe flattop!” She spat out the words, her voice shaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Alastor’s grin didn’t waver. “I wanted it to be a surprise. And i’ve always wanted to see a clean-cut look on you.” He reached out and gently rubbed the shaved side of her head, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. “Plus, it’s so much easier to maintain. You won’t have to spend hours in front of the mirror anymore.”
Lily pulled away, her eyes flashing with a mix of confusion and betrayal. “I liked my hair the way it was,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I liked feeling like me.”
Alastor’s smile remained unchanged. “You’re still you, Lily,” he said soothingly. “Just a new version. And trust me, you’re going to love it. It’s a bold move, sure, but sometimes you have to take chances.”
Lily didn’t know what to say. She felt like she’d been thrown into a deep end without knowing how to swim. The haircut was so far from what she had envisioned, and yet here she was, with a horseshoe flattop that screamed masculinity. She opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, avoiding eye contact with Alastor.
The drive home was tense. Lily’s mind raced with questions and accusations, but she remained silent, her eyes fixated on the passing scenery. She felt a strange sense of detachment from her own body, as if the person in the mirror wasn’t really her. The wind from the open car window ruffled the short hair on top of her head, sending a cold shiver down her spine.
When they finally pulled into the driveway, Alastor looked over at her with an expectant smile. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” He asked, his hand still resting on her head, playing with the short hairs.
Lily took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “It’s just…it’s a lot to take in,” she said, her voice small.
“Well I can understand that. But you’ll get use to the look. I mean, now that I’ve seen what you look like without your curls and with a good clean-cut like this. I think it’ll be best you keep it like this.” He told her getting out of the car and heading to the house. Leaving her with his statement.
Lily followed slowly behind, her mind racing with thoughts of anger, confusion, and a hint of excitement. The house was quiet when they entered, the coolness of the AC a stark contrast to the heat outside. Alastor led her into the bedroom, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her like he had a plan. And she had a feeling he did.
“Take off the jersey and sweatpants,” he instructed gently. She complied, letting the garments fall to the floor to reveal her nudity. He turned her to face him, his eyes scanning her new haircut with a look that sent a jolt of something through her she couldn’t quite identify.
Alastor’s gaze lingered on her bare neck and the shaved sides of her head. “You look so…different,” he said, his voice thick with something unspoken. “But in a good way.” He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the shaved line around her ear. His touch was feather-light, but it sent shivers down her spine.
Lily felt a strange mix of emotions – anger, confusion, and a sudden, unexpected arousal. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alastor stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers. “I mean,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur, “you look powerful. Sexy, even. This haircut suits you, in a way I never knew it could.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “And it’s all mine to explore.”
The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down Lily’s spine. Her anger and confusion began to give way to a curiosity that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She reached up tentatively, her fingers brushing against the shaved skin of her head. It was so smooth, so unlike the softness of her curls.
“Get on your knees and give me a blowjob.” Alastor demanded, placing a hand on top her head and pushing her downwards.
The words hung in the air, thick with a mix of dominance and desire that sent a shockwave through Lily’s body. She hesitated for a moment, her new haircut a stark reminder of the shift in dynamics between them. But something about the command, the way he was looking at her with a mix of possession and hunger, made her comply. She dropped to her knees, her heart racing.
Her eyes never leaving his, she reached for the button of his jeans, her trembling hands fumbling with the zipper. Alastor watched her, his grip on her head growing firmer as she pulled him out. He was already hard, his erection bobbing slightly with his pulse. The scent of him filled her nose, musky and intoxicating. She felt a strange thrill, a mix of fear and excitement that she had never experienced before.
As she took him in her mouth, she couldn’t help but feel the contrast between the softness of her lips and the roughness of her shaved head. It was as if she was two people, the girl she had been moments ago, and this new creature who knelt before him, obeying his every word. Alastor’s hands tightened on her head, guiding her movements, setting the rhythm. She could feel the power he had over her, and it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
The taste of him was familiar and yet new, her senses heightened by the shock of the haircut. The feel of his fingers against her shaved scalp sent bolts of sensation through her body, making her nipples tighten and her pussy clench. She found herself eagerly pleasing him, driven by a need to satisfy this new side of him that had been revealed.
Alastor’s breath grew heavier, his hips jerking slightly with each movement of her mouth. Lily’s eyes remained locked on his, watching his face contort with pleasure. The power she had over him in this moment was undeniable, a heady rush that made her feel alive.
But as she continued to service him, the reality of her new appearance began to sink in. Her hand reached up to feel the fuzz on top of her head, the smoothness of the shaved areas against her palm as her hand moved downwards, was a stark reminder of her transformation. The anger she had felt earlier began to bubble up again, mingling with the excitement that coursed through her veins.
Before she could react to her anger, Alastor pulled his dick out of her mouth and, gripping her throat gently, pulled her to her feet before leading her to the bed. There he pushed her onto her stomach and pushed her legs apart as far as they could go.
Lily knew what was to come, as she heard his pants and unwear fall to the floor. Abd just as she knew, Alastor’s duck slid into her arse roughly.
Alastor had always enjoyed giving anal to her. He used to wrap her curls around his arm while doing it and pulling on her hair to make her arch backwards to relieve the pressure from his pulling she had never really cared for anal, but knew there was no point trying to stop it, Alastor always ended up wearing her down anyways.
Now that her curls were gone, it seemed something changed in Alastor. He didn’t go his normal pace of ramming his dick into her arse at full and powerful thrusts. Now he was taking his time, building up the pleasure, and there was pleasure. Pleasure she had never experienced any other time they had done anal before.
With every slow, deliberate thrust, he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured. “So clean, so neat. Just how I wanted you to be.” The words sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself pushing back against him, eager for more.
The bed creaked beneath their combined weight as Alastor’s pace grew steadier. Lily’s body began to relax into the unfamiliar sensation of being filled so completely, her mind swirling with the intensity of the moment. The sting of betrayal from earlier had transformed into a strange mix of submission and excitement.
She could feel his hands rubbing the shaved areas of her head. His nail combing through the 1/4 fuzz on top of her head. And the slow build up of their combined pleasure.
“I want you to pleasure yourself to the rhyme of our love making.” He whispered huskily in her ear.
Lily’s cheeks flushed hotter than the sun outside as she reached down with a trembling hand to touch herself. Her clit was already swollen with need, begging for release. The sensation of his dick moving in and out of her arse was strange and overwhelming, but the way he was taking his time, the way he was enjoying every moment, had her body responding in ways she never thought possible.
Her hand found her wetness easily, and she began to rub herself in time with Alastor’s strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a tempo that grew faster and more erratic as they both approached climax. The feeling of his hands on her, the way he gripped her hips and pushed into her, was intoxicating.
As she was growing closer and closer to an orgasm, Lily’s breathing quickened. She was allowing herself to fully immerse in the pleasure, and knew it wouldn’t be long before she hit her climax.
Just when she thought Alastor might be close, Lily was shocked to feel something slip around her neck. It felt like a dog collar. It was thick and surrounded her neck from below her chin to the top of her collarbone. She felt Alastor tie it tightly around her neck. Not tight enough to cut off her air supply, but tight enough for her to know it was there for a reason.
“What did you just tie around my neck Alastor?” Lily asked, voice tainted with pleasure and breathlessness.
“Your new collar. As of right now. You are to be my submissive.” He told her smugly, before thrusting deeply into her arse and cumming.
Lily felt the warmth of his release inside her, the feeling of his semen filling her up. But her own orgasm had eluded her. The collar was tight and she felt a sense of panic rising. She had never been into BDSM and she didn’t know if she wanted to be.
But as she felt the warmth of his cum slowly leaving her, she felt something else. Something she had never felt before. A feeling of belonging. A feeling of being owned. And it scared her, but also thrilled her.
Alastor pulled out of her roughly. He noticed she had stopped pleasuring herself and smack her arse. “Finish up and come already. Then we can take a shower.”
The painful smack brought Lily back to the present, and she realized she had stopped moving her hand. She hurried to catch up with her own climax, her body still trembling from Alastor’s powerful release. The collar around her neck felt like a strange symbol of submission, but it also made her feel desired, like a treasured pet.
As she reached her peak, she let out a muffled cry into the pillow, her body arching off the bed. Alastor’s hand came down hard on her bare skin, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body that only heightened her orgasm. She could feel his cum dripping out of her, abd down her legs.
The collar around her neck felt tight, but not uncomfortably so. It was a constant reminder of her submission, of the power he held over her. And yet, as she lay there, panting and trembling, she couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her every time she felt his gaze on her, every time he touched her.
Lily was surprised when Alastor pulled her up by the collar, choking her by doing so, and straightened her on her feet. Never letting go of the collar, he lead her to the bathroom and into the shower forcibly.
The cold water hit her back and she yelped. “Alastor!” She protested, but he just turned the shower head and washed off the cum and sweat from her body. She could feel his grip on the collar tighten as she tried to move away from the cold water, but she was too tired to fight back.
He washed her thoroughly, his hands moving over her body with a possessiveness she had never felt before. His touch was firm but gentle, almost loving. It was like he was claiming her, making sure she knew she belonged to him. And as much as she hated to admit it, she liked it. The feeling of being owned by him was strange, but it brought a sense of comfort she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She washed him afterwards, making sure to throughly wash off his dick of any and all fecal matter he got from giving her anal. Afterwards, she let him dry her off, before he dried himself, and be pulled into the living room and next to him on the couch.
“Now there’s going to be some changes for her on out. First of which. Your hair is going to stay like this until i allow you to grow it out or decide to change it to something different. Secondly, you are to be completely nake within this house. The moment you come home from work, you strip out of your clothes and remain nude until you get ready for work the next day. Thirdly, you are to be kneeling on the floor by the front door, waiting for me to come home from work or wherever I’ve been. Fourth, when I come in you are to bow you head and ask if I want a blowjob or hand job the moment I shut the front door. Fifthly, you are to be ready for sex anytime I want it. Sixthly, should you try to argue, fight back, or deny doing any of what I have just stated, I will shave you head bald and throw you outside for an hour nude for the neighborhood to see, understood?” He asked rubbing her shaved nape.
The words hung in the air, cold and sharp as a knife. Lily swallowed hard, her heart racing. She didn’t know if she could live up to these expectations, but the fear of losing Alastor’s respect and affection was stronger than any doubt. “Yes, Alastor,” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears.
“Seventhly, you will address me in this home as sir or master.” He told her, having forgotten to tell her that before hand.
Lily nodded her head, the collar digging into her neck slightly with the movement. “Yes, sir.” She said meekly.
Alastor leaned back on the couch, his hand still resting on her shaved nape. “Good girl.” He said with a smug smile.
Lily felt a strange warmth spread through her at the words, despite the fear and confusion that still lingered. She knew she should be outraged, should be fighting back, but something about his dominance had her craving more. She took a deep breath and laid down with her head in his lap.
For the next few days, Lily followed Alastor’s rules to the letter. She went to work with her hair in a cap, hiding her new look from the world. Each evening, she’d strip at the door, kneel and wait for his return, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She found herself looking forward to the moments when she could serve him, eager to please him in any way he desired.
The collar stayed on, a constant reminder of her submission. It was surprisingly comfortable, and she even started to enjoy the feeling of it against her skin. Whenever Alastor would touch it, she’d shiver, her body responding to the subtle dominance he exuded. It was as if she had been unlocked, revealing a side of herself she had never known existed. It was as if she took a step into a new world and found she actually like being there. The new world of course being BDSM.
