Her fetish, cutting it short; mine is getting it short!

For the most part, this is 80% true story!  just a bit of creative license involved for story  content!

10 years ago I saw a new salon open in town. It was called “Harmony’s Clips.”    As a haircut fetish person, I kept close eyes on that salon, and to see what Harmony looked like!  And, of course, to see if Harmony would be someone who I’d like to cut my hair!  I would make my decision upon her looks, and other people’s reviews of her cuts!

It turns out that Harmony was about 30, only 1 year younger than me!  And, she sported a medium build, like myself.  She was not super skinny,  nor super heavy, although that was not my determining factor in whether or not I’d go to her to have her cut my hair or not.   If a super thin, or heavier than ‘normal” woman cut hair, it didn’t matter to me.  What mattered is her own haircut, and how she presented herself.    I didn’t want someone too over the top ‘sporty’ who wore a ton of makeup and jewelry, nor did i want just your plainish Jane with absolutely no fashion sense at all who wore sweat pants and whose hair was askew.   I wanted a middle of the road woman who was attractive in her own way, no matter the weight, or height, or anything else, but who had a short cut and had a good reputation as someone who cut hair very well, especially if she cut hair on those who sported a really cute short haircut!

3 months went by and I was able to see Harmony going in and out of her shop on occasion as I drove by.  And, I’d heard from two co-workers who  praised her cuts!  And, those co-workers both had really short cuts that looked amazing.  One of those two had a clippered cut.  As a haircut fetish person, i was sure it was a number 2 up to a 3 in back, and probably a 3 or 4 or the sides.  It looked incredible on her, but I felt she was much prettier than me, so I wasn’t sure it’d work for me.     In the hall one day I mentioned to her, Judith, that I really liked her hair, and asked who cut it, even though i knew.   Judith said,  Harmony, the new salon down on West Street.   “Oh,” I said.  “I will have to go to her!”   Judith said, ” well if you do, be prepared for a bit shorter than you ask for!”

As a haircut fetish person, that really interested me!   Here’s this great looking woman, with a bob, who cuts hair shorter than you ask for!   What more could I ask for!?

I’d seen Harmony sporting her black hair, bobbed quite short with bangs.  She looked incredible!   But when the day came that I actually found the once in 6 months courage to stop at her shop, I realized her hair had been recently clipped really short!   I could not help myself.  I drove my three times, and each time I tried to convince myself that it would be a mistake to stop there and get her to cut my hair.  But, the one in 6 months courage thing completely took over my rational brain.   You haircut fetish people know what I’m talking about!  It just happens, and no matter what, you give in to the nervousness and anxitety and just “do it.”    Before I knew what was happening, i was pulling in to her parking lot next to her salon, and walking to her door with courage I’d not seen in a couple of years!

I’d seen Harmony leaving her shop a month ago with her bobbed cut.   Today, as I entered her shop with my haircut courage not seen in at least two years, and without not much hesitation to be there (although some nervous anxiety still existed, but the good kind,  you know what i mean!)

I opened the door with boldness.  I took one look at her and wondered if it was the same Harmony I’d been seeing!  But, it was, I knew, but just a Harmony who had her haircut quite short recently!   Harmony now sported a clipper cut in back, and hair scissored up over her ears, ( could tell by scissors, not c;lippers, as I am a fanatic fetish person!),  and with side swept bangs.  She was incredibly beautiful.   My eyes went right to the back of her neck, sporting that clippered edge, so finely and precisely cut, with a glimpse of the hair that was shaved just below her neck line, that I could tell this cut was done very recently as the shaved part had not even grown out yet.

“Hey there,” she said as I entered her salon.   “HI,” my courage disappearing slightly.

She turned the chair to me and patted the back part of the chair, and said, “have a seat!”    I reluctantly did, my courage disappearing rapidly such that I thought I might say, “oh just a slight trim and nothing more”

After the caping and neck strip, and her adjusting the black and white cape over me, she said, ” what are we doing today?”

I had lost all sense of where I was and who I was by that time.   I said, ” wow your hair looks super.”    I instantly regretted it.  I felt embarrassed at saying that to her.

“{Oh, thanks,” she said,  ” I just had it cut short yesterday!”   I’m still getting used to seeing my ears, she said.

“You like it though, huh?”  she said.

“I thing it looks amazing,” I said.   And I did.   I was enamored with her hair.

“So, have you ever had short hair?” she asked.

“No!  i said.  Never!”

“Your hair is about the same color as mine, and is about the same lenght as mine before I cut it yesterday,” she said.  ”  What do you think?  Are you up for a haircut challenge, she said.”

“a haircut challenge?” I asked with some intrigue.   Then I said,  “keep talking,  I’m listening.”   I am not sure where that statement came from!

She said, “well, since I had my hair your length up until yesterday, I’d challenge you to cut your own like I did!”   “It’s really kind of exhillerating,” she said.

“Exhillerating?”  I said.

“Yes” Harmony smiled.  I always wanted to dare myself to do something I’d though i’d never do.  Getting my hair cut off like this was so thrilling to me!”

“Well, your hair does look amazing” I said,  but your face is much prettier than mine.

“I think you are under estimate yourself!” she said, very emphatically.  “Your smile, and your green eyes make you a perfect candidate for a haircut like mine!”

She played with my hair as she said this, running her fingers up over my nape, and over the top of my head.  I looked at her face and could tell, she really would be thrilled to cut my ahir as short as hers.  When she ran her fingers up over the back of my head, and then pushed the hair up over my ears, I could tell.  She really wanted to do that to me.  I think she had a secret desire to cut my hair just like hers, as some kind of fetish cut that would endear her.  But then again, I’d always had a fetish to have some just cut my hair really short!   I’d never, ever dared to ask anyone to do it.  And, I knew i never would.   I thought to myself, I think this is that chance I will have to take!

Everything seemed surreal from that point on.  I did SEE her pull out electric clippers from a drawer in the counter under the mirror in front of me.  I did FEEL her use both hands to push my head forward, and I did HEAR her say, “put your chin right down on your chest please,”  and I did “HEAR” clippers start humming suddenly, and only 2 seconds later “Feel” the clippers running up the back of my head, and I did ‘SEE” my hair falling onto the cape and sliding down onto my waist, and I did “HEAR” the clippers straining as they clipped up higher on the back of my head, and I did “FEEL” an arousal all over my body as the clippers repeatedly made their way up and down over the back of my head.  I let out a loud sigh, which Harmony ignored.  But, it was my sigh of ‘being had.”  And a sigh of “oh my gosh, nothing I can do now, just try to enjoy it.”    So I did!  I focused on every single pass of the clippers.   But, when the clippers ran up over my ears from front to back, I thought, Oh my gosh, this is crazy!   And I became so aroused that I hoped Harmony did not notice what was going on with me.  But when she used her hand to lift my head off my chest, I caught sight of her face, and her smile.  I could tell that she knew exactly how I was feeling.  Because, i assumed, she felt this way in someone else’s barber chair yesterday!  She put the clippers down, and back into the drawer, and I saw her pick up a smaller set of clippers.  she shaved my neck!   I became aroused a second time!  This was better than the first time!  The clippered hummed as they shaved off the fine hairs above my neckline, and I felt them doing their job of denuding me of long hair in any shape whatsoever.  My neck would be clean.  No hair at all.

I saw the smile on her face as she placed these clippers back on her counter top.  It was a smile of, “wow, i reallly enjoyed doing that TO YOU>”   Just as she had ‘DONE” to her yesterday.  It was a feeling for me of, I have no control fo what’s going on her.  Harmony is in complete control of me right now.  And the lingering effects of me having to see all my friends, co-workers, and family with this haircut that has basically denuded me of all the control of how I look.   I noticed that Harmony could not stop grinning.  I felt that she just had an arousal like I did, only for her it was “DOING” it to me, rather than having it done’   But, she had it “DONE” to her yesterday, so I got it.  It’s a feeling that anyone who does not have a haircut fetish can explain.  But, for those who do, no explanation is neccessary.    But, it somewhat of a rarer combination of having someone have the fetish of “doing” and having a client who loves it ‘done’ to them, that makes it especially rememerable.

I didn;’t want to get up out of the chair, no more than she wanted me to let me up out of the chair!  As a last minute thing, because she knew it was time to let me up, she once again picked up the trimmers and went up over my ears, softly folding down my ears so she could have a good look at the cuttting above my ears.  She said, “I’m just gonna ‘zip’ it up over the ears.  I loved her saing the words “zip it up”    I realized, she did not have her own hair clippered up over her ears, it was simply scissor cut over hers, with a longer sideburn.  She clippered my own up over the ears, and did a kind of straight across sideburn cut with them.  I think she wished hers had been cut like that.  She was fulfilling a fantasy of her own on me.

Before I left, I said, ” this is a cut I wished I had asked for years ago”

She said, “I was so happy to do it.”

I said , ”  I will come again in 4 weeks.   can you clipper it even shorter on the sides above my ears?”   She said, “of course!”

In 4 weeks I went in again for a trim.  Her own hair had been cut again.  Probably only a day or 2 before.  She had hardly any sideburns at all!  And Probably a number 1 clipper guard had cut the back of her head, and up along the sides of her hair, with hardly any sideburns left.  She asked’ “what think of my hair?”

I said it looks fantastic!     She cut my hair again.  I left with no sideburns, and ran the fingers up the back of my nape to a number 1 clipper cut.  She fulfilled her fantasy of clippering my hair so short, just like hers was.   I was jealous, because not only did she have the fantasy of having her own hair zipped up, but that she also fulfilled her fantasy of zipping my own hair up like hers!

As of now,  I am not certainI will go back!   I don’t dare to see how her own hair will be cut!   If it’s a crewcut or something like that, I can’t do it…. but she’d do it anyway!   So, with both of our fetishes in play,   who knows what might happen!

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