Letting Lynn cut my hair as she pleases

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I have this strange fetish of not wanting to know how short my hair will be cut when I go in.  Lynn, my stylist,  knows this, but 90% of the time she asks me anyway, and I never dare to tell her to cut it short if she asks.   I rely on that 10% of the time when she doesn’t ask to get my fetish sastisfied, and she does clipper my nape.  I’d even take 50%, but it is what it is.

I especially don’t ask for a short cut when it’s grown out longer than it usually does.  Such was the case today.  I had gone 4-5 weeks longer than my usual trip to the salon.  My hair was creeping down the nape of my neck to a longish hair situation, for me that is.  I am a woman who likes my hair short, and I like my husband’s short, but not liking my hair to be clipper short.

I saw that Lynn has posted that she would be away on vacation to Florida for 4 weeks starting twenty days from now.  If I waited more than twenty days to get it cut, it’d be 9 weeks overdue when she got back, then there’d be the possibility that she’d be booked up for a week or 2 when she got back.  I had to figure this out.  If I go in today and got a slight trim, which is what i’d ask for, then even when she got back it’d be terribly long, for me.  And, when it gets that long it becomes out of control, and I cannot style it.

All that being said, the bottom line I realized is that  I’d have to get it cut short in the next few days or so that it would be growing while she was on vacation, and it’d be just right for styling it.

But,  I didn’t want to get it clippered.  But, I realized I’d have to ask for that, otherwise it’d be too long while she was away.

I could hope that this would be one of those 1 of 10 when she didn’t ask how to cut it, and took it upon herself to clipper it.  But I knew that was a long shot.  I’d have to gather the courage to ask for a clippered nape.   Could I do it?   I was so nervous.

I texted her and told her I needed to get in for a cut before she left for vacation, because my hair was getting quite long for me.  She texted back and said, ‘yes, indeed, we need to get you in because I’m gone for a month or more, and I’m booked out 3 weeks after I get home.   Can  you come in tomorrow at 9?     I told her that was perfect.

I was a nervous wreck.    But I knew I’d never be able to ask for a clipper cut at the nape.  I was too chicken.   I decided that I’d hope she would realize I needed it shorter than normal because  she’d be away so long. If she asked me how I wanted it cut, I’d simply say the usual just a trim.

I arrived at 9 sharp.  “HI Janet!” she greeted me with a smile.  “Have a seat.”

The nervous butterflies started floating in my stomach.  Maybe she would clipper this mess on my nape.

She caped me and before starting to cut she said, “Hey let’s get you in my schedule for next time, after I return from Florida.”    She looked over her calendar, and flipped the page twice, and said, “wow, the next time I can get you in is 8 weeks from today, do you want that slot?”

I told her I’d take it, and realized that if she just trims my hair today, it’s going to be a complete mess in 8 weeks.  Maybe I needed to ask for the shorter than normal cut.

She wrote my name in her book and filled out an appointment card for me to put in my pocket for my next cut in 8 weeks.

She started combing my hair and said, “Wow Janet, it really is long!”   “Did you miss your last appointment?”   I told her no, that she just just trimmed a little bit off last time.”

“OKay!” she said.  “Well we’ll need to get you trimmed up a bit more than that today.”

At the word trim I realized that this would be the time to tell her to cut it shorter, even clipper a bit at the nape, if there was going to be a time to do so, this was the time.  Then she said, “wanna do shorter than normal to get you trimmed up and ready for your next appointment in 8 weeks?”

I was in a state of shock and didn’t know what to say.    So I said nothing as she fumbled with checking my name in the appointment book, and said, “oh my it’s not 8 weeks, it’s 9 before I can get you in!”

She picked up her scissors and comb.  She began cutting at my nape and I felt somewhat relieved.   I’d settle for a trim.

The scissors were cold on my neck!  I shivered a little.  She pretended not to notice and kept cutting.  I took a deep sigh of relief finally knowing how it was going to be cut, but at the same time discouraged it might not be shorter than I hoped as is my strange fetish.  It is such a strange balance of wanting it shorter than normal, and not wanting to ask for it short.  I have a difficult time to reconcile this strange nervousness and desire.

Lynn made some small talk about her upcoming vacation and said she couldn’t believe she would be gone 5 weeks.   I thought she was gone for 4 weeks.  And she talked about the clients who booked her up after she returned and said something like I am so blessed that my clients keep coming back, and even plan ahead to get their cuts to accomodate my time away.  And she said, I apppreciate you planning ahead for your cut too!    She she checked her appointment book yet again!   It was at that point that she must have realized the trim she was giving me will not be enough until she returned.  “I’m gonna just trim your hair a bit shorter this time to accomodate for my time away,” she said.   She picked up the clippers!   OH MY GOD, I thought.  THIS was the one in 10 times she cuts it super short!  It was going to happen!   I began to panic.  My heart starting beating a hundred times a minute.   Should I say something? To not clipper it?

Before I could even realilze what was happening she had turned my chair to the left, had turned on the clippers, and was clippering my nape.   Again, not completely foreign to me, as she did this one of every ten times.   But, what was different this time was how high the clippers were going up the back of my head!  I could feel them going at least half way up my head, and maybe more.  I just sat there with my head down taking it all in.  I began getting aroused, to the point where I was going to be embarrassed.  I saw the hair being clipped from the back of my head being flicked onto my cape.  I just kept my head down, although there was no way i could not as she had her hand on the top of my head holding it down firmly with strength I did not think she had!

OK I thought, this is great.   I will hate it for a couple of weeks but the thrill of this makes it worth it.  But, then, she began clppering above my ear!   Never in a hundred years would I have thought that would happen.  I was scared about this.  I’d never considered this type of cut.  She flipped my ear down and began clippering up over the ear.  I was not facing the mirror, so I could not see what was happening.

5 minutes later when she turned my chair to the mirror I was freaking out inside, but said to Lynn that I liked it when she asked.  It was all I could do to contain myself from being upset.  This was TOO short, I thought.

Lynn said, “there, that will surely keep you until I return from my vacation in Florida. ” Let’s keep it like this when you come in again!  It looks great!”

oh yeah, I thought,   If you want a man’s haircut.  I will never ask for this, or, maybe I would!   Or, maybe I’d have to wait ten haircuts for her to decide to cut it like this again.   I’m not sure I could ask for it, but I would be thrilled if she ever took it on her own to do it again.   Such a strange conflict in me,  I loved the experience of letting her have her way with me, but was realizing it’d be a couple weeks or more before I got used to it and it grew a bit.

“Ok,” she said,  as she pulled the cape off.  ” I will see you in 8 weeks, and this cut will surely keep you that long.  I’m glad you came in to get it cut before I leave.  We will do it again next time.”   I hope she forgets that, I thought.  She probably will and will just trim it next time.   But, my butterflies rose in my stomach again that this might be my ‘new’ cut that she does everytiime.

I was running my hand up the back of my head at the soft bristles of hair on my hand that felt like something I’d never experienced before, but I liked the feel so much I thought that for sure I’d be in again for this type of cut in 8 weeks!  I would get used to seeing my ears.   And as it turned out my husband absolutely loved my cut, and his hand went up and down the back of my nape and running his fingers up over my ears as he looked at me as a completely different woman.   I could not wait for the next cut in which I would ASK for the short cut!   Maybe!  Because it takes courage!

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