If you didn’t read part one it can be read here: https://www.hairstorynetwork.com/stories/leaving-my-past-and-my-hair-behind/
It’d been eight weeks since my haircut, the excitement still hadn’t worn off. I just kept replaying the whole thing over in my mind. I had always had a strong imagination, but my recollection of it was just so vivid. It felt like being stuck in a state of constantly being aroused.
My next hair appointment had already been booked, and I just couldn’t wait. My excitement hadn’t really tailored off so to say it was building back up wouldn’t be exactly accurate.
Being in this constant state of arousal had been a lot of fun, Dylan and I were having a lot of sex. It had definitely made me less productive but I was just embracing it.
I just liked not being in control, I liked being told what to wear, I liked being told I had to keep my hair short and I liked when Dylan took the lead in the bedroom. The idea of being submissive to me had always been met with horror and defiance but I had really grown to like it.
I even waited for Dylan to bring up that my hair needed a trim rather than bringing it up to him. I’d say that it had slipped my mind but I’d be lying, it was all that was on my mind truthfully. I just wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to told that my hair had to be cut, I wanted to be ordered, it was a huge turn on for me.
Dylan was already up, he’s a bit of an early bird. He likes to get in a work out before he starts the day. My clothes had already been laid out for me. I’ve been awake all of five minutes and I’m already aroused by the thought of being told what to wear.
I got in the shower and I heard Dylan approaching. “Mind if I join you, gorgeous?” he asked. “No, I don’t mind. But I must warn you, it’s wet in here and I’m not talking about the shower” I said jokingly.
Dylan grabbed me by my neck, my pussy is pulsating at the thought of what was about to happen to me. I had gotten exactly what I wanted. I was turned around and bent over. Hanging to the rail I could feel him thrust his cock in and out my pussy.
“Fuck me harder” I screamed passionately. I’m not sure he could’ve gone much harder without me breaking the rail. I clung to that thing with every thrust. I just wanted to be put in my place.
The hot water is hitting my back and I can feel Dylan’s thick, rough hands on my skin forcing me down. “You like that huh?” Dylan said. All I could muster up was a “hmm” as I struggled to catch my breath.
I would say that the shower fuck was enough to combat the arousal at least until later that night but I would be lying. As soon as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, dressed in the prim outfit that Dylan had picked out for me the arousal started all over again.
“Hey sweetheart, I’ve got some bad news” Dylan said to me. Sat down at my dressing table doing my makeup I turned to him and enquired “what’s wrong?” He looked at me “You know that salon I took you to that you enjoyed so much? Well it’s currently undergoing a remodel so I had to book you in elsewhere” I felt somewhat disappointed, I enjoyed the whole experience last time so much that I was looking forward to the whole thing over again
I felt a little sulky to be honest. I knew it wouldn’t be the same experience as last time. I was still excited for my haircut though, I know Dylan was too.
Different Salon, Same Feelings.
We arrived at the salon, Dylan held my hand as if to say “this is my lady” and before I could even speak to book myself in, Dylan had already done it. I found it such a turn on. It was like I was like I had no choice in the matter, like you’re getting a haircut whether you like it or not. Believe me, I did like it, a whole lot. The butterflies in my stomach were testament to that.
As I was led to the waiting area I held back a smile. I just couldn’t wait for Dylan to watch me get my haircut again. I sat in the waiting room just thinking of my last haircut, how before I was a little bit of a wild girl. In no time at all, that immaturity had been stripped away with each snip of the scissors. I had grown up into a primly dressed woman with a sharp bob. It was a real turn on for me. I wasn’t even in the chair yet and my panties were almost soaked through.
I knew I didn’t have time to go finger myself in the bathroom but I really wish I had. I’d just have to sit there like a good girl, getting my haircut and doing my upmost not to touch myself in the chair. It was going to be a challenge
“Miss Baker?” this lady enquired of me. I could tell she wasn’t from around here from her deep southern accent. I followed her over to the chair as sat down. “So what can I do for you today, sweetheart?” she asked. “Just a cleanup” I replied. “Well let’s get you covered and we’ll get started” she said.
I sat there with my legs crossed. I really enjoyed this part last time. A white towel was placed over my shoulders, then tucked into my blouse collar to hold it in place. She then placed a white cape over me. It wasn’t the same feeling as that neck paper tied around my neck to the point I felt like I was being choked, I really enjoyed that part last time. The white cape didn’t have the same weighted feeling either, like I had no escape and that I was powerless to stop my hair being chopped off like in the last salon. I still found it arousing though.
”Follow me over here, darlin’ please” she asked as she was placing another towel over the top of the white cape. I laid there as she washed my hair, hearing the water hit the basin and feeling her fingers run through my scalp.
It felt just as relaxing as last time, this lady may have been even more gentle than the last. I sat there with my eyes closed having my hair washed thinking of Dylan and what he had done to me this morning in the shower.
The sweet smell of the shampoo had only aroused me further, I was trying my hardest to hold it in but I really wanted Dylan to have his way with me right there but I know I would have to wait it out until we got home. It felt like torture.
“Head back over the chair” I heard the lady say. It snapped me back into reality as I had gotten lost in my thoughts.
Just a trim?
I sat back down in the chair, she unclipped the towel from around my shoulders and used it to dry the ends of my hair.
“So you just want a trim?” asked the stylist.
“Yeah, just clean it up and just bring it up to my chin” I replied.
”Okay Darlin’ I can do that” she replied.
She began sectioning my hair, it didn’t take half as long this time without my waist length hair.
“Just keep your head down for me please” the stylist asked.
She placed her hands on my head, with her thumbs resting on the back of my head and pushed my head down. Something about being ordered like that and having my head forced down was incredibly arousing.
I had really begun to enjoying the feeling of being submissive. I lifted my head back up whilst she was cutting just so she could push my head down again, like I almost didn’t have a choice in the matter.
“You gotta keep your head down sweetie otherwise it ain’t gonna be level” said the stylist.
I didn’t want her messing up my sharp bob but I just couldn’t help myself. I could see Dylan smiling at me, I told him that it had really turned me on last time so he knew that I had done that on purpose.
“So have you always kept your hair short” asked the stylist.
“No, I had waist length hair maybe eight weeks or so ago” I responded.
“Oh, that’s a lot of hair to lose” responded the stylist.
“Yeah I know, it was a big change but I really like having short hair now” I responded.
“You don’t mind?” the stylist asked of Dylan.
“No, I love her with short hair actually” Dylan replied.
I tried to hard to hold back my smile, I felt like such a dork. Just hearing Dylan saying he loved me with short hair really turned me on.
She continued talking, I wasn’t really paying that much attention honestly, something about a girl who came in last week maybe, I don’t know.
I was just enjoying my haircut and having Dylan watch me too much to pay attention to anything else. It was so arousing it almost felt like an outer body experience.
If only Dylan could’ve eaten my pussy whilst my hair was being cut, it’s all I could think about. Thinking of him under the cape, with his tongue inside me. All I wanted was to be made to feel like woman.
Getting lost in my thoughts again the stylist brought me back to reality.
“Short enough?” she asked.
”Yeah. What do you think Dylan?” I responded.
“I like it a lot” Dylan replied.
The stylist began blow drying my hair, my hair falling perfectly to my chin. I could’ve never imagined myself with short hair just a couple weeks ago but now I loved it.
My hair now styled, the stylist removed the cape from around my neck and removed the towel that had been tucked into my blouse collar. The stylist headed over the receptionist to let them know the charges.
Dylan noticed from where the towel had been tucked into my collar it was a little folded and it looked untidy. He straightened it out for me so that I looked pristine. I don’t know but something about that was a turn on. It was like to me, that I had no choice in the matter, I had to look a certain way and Dylan was going to ensure that it happened. It was the being dominated thing all over again.
Old faces, new look
We headed back to the car, walking through the street I noticed Chloe and Ryan. I hadn’t as much as said a word to them since the argument. Chloe had texted me a couple times but I didn’t respond. I didn’t even know if they would recognise me, I looked nothing like the girl they knew from a couple weeks ago.
“Elle?” Chloe said as I walked past her.
I turned around, I didn’t really want to talk to them but I had avoided them long enough so I thought maybe if I explained to them then Chloe would leave me alone.
“You look very different” Chloe continued with me stood in front of her.
It was true, I did look different. Chloe had always known me as the girl with long hair that dressed a little bit slutty. That wasn’t me anymore, I stood in front of her with my freshly cut chin length bob dressed in a crisp white blouse that was buttoned leaving only the top button undone and a black pencil skirt that fell below the knee. I looked very prim and conservative.
Dylan grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close to him. I liked that, it was sexy. He was showing that I was his woman now.
“So is this your boyfriend now? Is that where you’ve been all this time?” asked Chloe.
“Yeah, I have. Don’t worry about my stuff, Dylan replaced it all. I’ve got a new job too” I responded.
We small talked for a little bit, it felt a little awkward. I felt like she was judging me, but I felt happy and for the first time in my life I felt secure. I liked being the submissive girlfriend, it made me feel like I was being taken care of and that I could be vulnerable.
We finally arrived home, I rushed straight for huge mirror in the bedroom to take a second look at myself. I stood there admiring my look, Dylan came up behind me and unzipped my skirt.
As my skirt fell to the floor I could see his hand in the mirror make it’s way towards my panties.
“You look very sexy right now” he said to me.
“I like when you tell me that” I replied.
“Well you do, you’re my woman now” he said. That was a turn on for me being told that I’m his.
Dylan began rubbing my clit, I couldn’t help but moan. I had wanted this from the moment we had walked into the salon.
He turned me around and began to unbutton my blouse, leaving it on and fully unbuttoned he picked me up and we were kissing and laid me down on the bed.
I laid down on the bed looking up at him as he removed my panties, tossing them across the room. I was there with my legs spread waiting for him to get on top of me and fuck me.
He removed his clothes. I could see him standing there naked with his cock ready for me. He began kissing up from my belly button, moving up towards my mouth. I looked up at him, looking into his eyes as I felt his cock penetrate me.
As he fucked me I couldn’t help but moan, “daddy” I screamed. I had never called him that before, in fact I’d never called anyone that during sex but in my arousal I couldn’t help but blurt it out.
He lifted up my leg to get closer to me, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly turned on being dominated like this. I tried so hard to hold in my orgasm to prolong it but with everything that had happened that day I just couldn’t hold it in. Dylan knowing I had orgasmed cummed inside me shortly after.
After sex we laid in bed with Dylan holding me. I had explained to Dylan before about the first haircut and how it had aroused me but I don’t think he quite understood how much until I explained to him again.
I told him that being made to wear these blouses and skirts every day was a huge turn on for me. I just liked the feeling of being bossed around and in my mind taken care of.
I liked being told that my hair had to be kept short, I liked having him watch me have it cut to make sure that it was to his liking.
I liked being trapped under the cape, feeling like I had no escape and that I had no choice but to trust him and the stylist.
Dylan offered to role play with me, that he would try to style my hair for me. I honestly really liked that idea. It turned me on enough being in the stylist’s chair, but to have him cape me and be completely powerless to his will would be something else.
In my excitement I began looking online for capes, scissors and other stuff we could use. I couldn’t hold it in, Dylan was really accepting of my newly discovered fetish. I think he liked it a little bit too.
I felt happy that he didn’t make me feel embarrassed, I could be myself and he was very attentive towards me. I honestly feel like I’m in love