My Fantasy Haircut (Part 2)

Apologies for taking nearly a year to write this update! If you haven’t read part 1, it’s very easy to find on my account. Some parts of this story may not make sense to you without the context of part one. I hope this lives up to your expectations if you had any! Enjoy <3

A month had passed since I got my hair cut off by the elusive hairdresser, and my next appointment was in around 5 minutes. My hair hadn’t grown much since the event, the most noteworthy change being the hair on my nape, which was now just under a centimetre long and slightly messy looking. I loved my hair, but I loved the idea of cutting it shorter even more.

“Hey Sarah!” A familiar voice called out as I turned the corner on the way to the salon. It was the stylist.

“You’re bang on time.” She put her cigarette out on the bin beside her and crossed her arms.

“I like being punctual.” I smiled, my hands fidgeting at my sides, nervous anticipation building inside me.

“So what are you thinking of doing today?” She asked, pushing open the salon door and leading me inside. I sat in the large, leather chair and took in my reflection, all the memories of our previous meeting rushing back to me.

“I’m not sure I can make a decision like that if I don’t even know my hairdressers name.” I smirked, staring at her in the mirror. She laughed, tying her apron tightly around her waist.

“I can’t believe you remembered that…” She reached her hands up and twisted her hair round in an elegant motion, securing it into a messy bun on the top of her head.

“You gave me no reason to forget.” I leaned back in the chair, turning to face her.

“It’s Maria.” Her eyes were fixed on mine as she rolled up her sleeves to reveal her tattooed arms.

“So, I’ll ask again, what are you thinking of doing today?”

There was an air of dominance when she spoke, made all the more persuasive when she threw a simple black cape around me and fastened it tightly around my neck.

I looked in the mirror, my hair hanging limply around my face. All I could think about was how much I wanted to see it all get hacked off.

“What do you think?” I said gently, trying to compose myself.

“Hmm…” Maria placed her scissors on her lips, staring straight at me with her deep brown eyes.

“Well last time you were here you seemed very excited by a drastic change…” I blushed, taken aback by how well she had read me.

“So what if I took it up a bit?” She placed her scissors at my jaw, demonstrating where she was planning to cut. My breathing became more intense.

“Let’s start there.” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“I like the sound of that.” She teased, picking up her spray bottle and wetting all my hair.

“We’ll decide what to do with this later.” Her fingers ran up my nape sending a tingling sensation all the way down my spine.

I took a deep breath as she placed the scissors at my jaw.

Snip

“How’s that for the length?” She took a step back, letting me judge her work. I nodded frantically, unable to get the words out.

“Yeah…” I smiled, trying to contain my excitement, and arousal. She laughed gently to herself.

“I know how you feel,” She stared into my eyes and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“and don’t worry about it…” she ran her fingers down the freshly severed lock of hair, which ended so close to my face.

“I can always take more off.” A cheeky grin crept across her face. She enjoyed playing with me. Despite having known her for an hour at most, she knew exactly how to press my buttons.

“How much more?” I was starting to get really turned on now, the idea of her knowing my intentions was humiliating, but that made it even hotter.

“Well, I’d start here…” She placed her scissors just above my ear lobes, the cold steel brushing against them making me shudder.

“That way all your hair will be the same length-”

“Do it.” I gasped, cutting her off.

“Sorry, Sarah. I didn’t quite catch that…” She teased, leaning down and motioning me to whisper in her ear.

“Can you repeat that for me?”

“DO IT.” I forced the words out, my breathing was unsteady, everything I’d ever fantasised about was coming true.

Maria stood up properly and placed the scissors onto my cheek, forcing me to feel exactly how short my hair was going to be. Then,

Snip.

The first cut was made.

Snip

Then the second,

Snip

Then the third. I watched as my ear lobes became completely exposed for the first time. My hair framed my face in such a way that my jaw seemed wider and my cheekbones seemed higher.

It wasn’t flattering at all.

As Maria made the final cut, I stared as the last lock of hair fluttered to the ground. The pile of hair that had collected was no where near as impressive as the one from our first meeting, but what I saw in the mirror made up for that tenfold.

She had reduced my hair to a hideous micro bob.

“You like that?” She cooed, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.

I stared at myself, completely bewildered. As horrible as it was, I’d never felt sexier in my life.

“Do you think you could go shorter than this…” the hairstylist suggested, running the blades over my hair. I had completely relinquished control, handing over what was left of my hair to the hottest woman I’d ever met.

“How much?” I whispered.

She slid the scissors into my hair again, this time just below the tops of my ears.

“This much.”

Snip

I gasped. She didn’t even ask before she took away even more of my hair but she knew she didn’t have to.

“Keep going!” I begged, watching as my hair was shorn just slightly longer than the tops of my ears. She cut quickly and neatly all the way around my head, taking my hair to the same hideous length. All that was left was the pathetic long tufts underneath my new cap of hair. The thought of how long it would take to grow back, how long it would take to not look ridiculous. It took everything I had to not orgasm on the spot.

“I think I should reshave your undercut?” she teased, taking ahold of her clippers and removing the guard.

“How high?” I asked, biting my lip.

“High enough to match your new bowlcut.”

I gasped again, those words sending shivers through my entire body. I had finally done it, I was getting the haircut that I’d fantasised about since I learnt of my fetish.

“Do you like the sound of that?” She asked, knowing exactly what my answer was going to be.

“I’ve always wanted a bowl cut…” I whispered. I was so caught up in the moment I didn’t even notice I’d said the words out loud.

“Why’s that?” Maria interrupted my train of thought, my cheeks flushed.

“I always thought it looked so sexy…” I mumbled sheepishly. Having to admit it out loud was mortifying but I’d never felt so free to express myself than when I was in Maria’s chair.

“Well you’re going to look so fucking sexy when I’m finished with you.”

“Do whatever you want to me.” I blurted out. I was too turned on to care about how it came across. She smiled, turned on the clippers and teased the back of my neck with them.

I moaned softly as I felt the machine forcing it’s way up my nape, crunching through what had grown out from my first undercut, quickly reaching up all the way to my occipital bone.

She drove the clippers up and down, hair raining down all around me. I couldn’t see the back of my head, but I was certain the majority of my hair was gone. I definitely couldn’t hide behind it now. She continued with the clippers, moving to my temples, shaving off my sideburns with little remorse.

“How do you like that?” she smirked, continuing to shave me. I smiled, nodding, unable to speak without making even more of a fool of myself.

When she’d finally finished, she ran her fingers up the back of my nape again.

“Much easier!” she teased, reminding me of what I’d just lost.

I just stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was so short, just grazing the tops of my ears. The rest was shaved down to a uniform 1mm stubble. I was unrecognisable.

Maria smiled, coming round and standing in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror.

“I think you’re missing something…” she said, a devilish smile on her face.

She combed down what long hair was left in front of my face and placed her scissors halfway up my forehead. A shiver ran through my body when I felt the distinctive coldness of the steel blades, as they sliced through my hair, a moan escaped my lips. I saw the clump of hair fall unceremoniously onto my lap.

She edged the scissors along, her eyes fierce with concentration. She was cutting what I could only imagine were micro bangs that went from temple to temple. The further along she cut, the more clumps came raining down, littering the ground in front of me.

When I thought she’d finished, she continued cutting round the sides of my head, further exposing the undercut she’d just given me. Imagining how short my hair was going to be was orgasmic, my body trembling with horny excitement.

“I think we’re finished.” she said stepping aside, allowing me to see my completed haircut.

I gasped when I saw myself. My new bangs were a pathetic inch long, stretching across my entire face before meeting with the bowlcut itself. Instead of reaching my ears like it had before, it was an inch above them, which despite being incredibly short, still wasn’t as short as the fringe.

I reached my hand up to touch my new hair, the fuzz of the undercut was exhilarating, covering what was probably half my head. I kept exploring, quickly reaching the bowl cut, the ends thick and blunt like a brush.

Hesitantly, I moved my fingers round to my forehead, trying to run my fingers through my bangs but they were far to short to do that, so I just ended up ruffling them instead.

My mind was racing and my heart felt like it was going to explode. What was everyone going to think? I had a job and a family who had no idea I was going to do this to myself. What were they going to say? What were they going to ask? How was I going to explain myself?

“How do you feel?” Maria said. It felt like she had read my mind, interrupting the torrent of thoughts.

Breathing unsteadily, I took a moment to think…

“Fucking sexy.” I whispered, staring right at her.

“I told you you would.”

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