Texting is Cheating…

Her husband’s voice had been cold and clipped when he’d confronted her, phone in hand, displaying the texts she’d exchanged with an ex-boyfriend. It was nothing, just small talk, but to Adam, it was betrayal. His punishment was swift and final—a trip to the military base barber.

Adam still had access to the base, a privilege granted to him as an ex-Army veteran, and today, he was using that access to teach his wife a lesson. Jody sat stiffly in the passenger seat of the car, her heart pounding as they pulled into the lot. The barbershop was no fancy salon; it was a no-nonsense room where fresh recruits were stripped of their hair, their individuality, their control.

“Put your AirPods in,” Adam instructed as they stepped out of the car.

Jody hesitated. “Why?”

A slow smirk curved his lips. “Because I want you to hear every second of it. I’ll also be giving you the play-by-play. Think of it as a narrated short story, and I’ll make certain you pay close attention when the hot blade begins plowing up your nape.”

Her stomach twisted. She knew better than to argue. With shaking fingers, she placed the earbuds in and connected them to her phone. Adam tested the connection, speaking low into his own device. “Head down dear, now, let’s go inside.”

Arriving 10 minutes prior to opening was ideal, a single Hispanic female barber was sitting in the center chair of the shop. She barely looked at her as Jody slowly walked to her chair. Adam stood behind her, hand resting on her shoulder, possessive and firm. “Give her a high-and-tight. Take it down to the skin.”

Within seconds his gal was fitted with a jet black cape, one that would surely contrast the red shards of hair against the black backdrop.

Jody sucked in a breath as the barber nodded. Without hesitation, she flicked on the clippers, the buzzing sound loud and final. Adam’s voice crackled in her ears.

The military barber armed with the huge Titan 880’s, clippers that were strong enough to shear  a sheep, were now being armed  with the 5’00000 attachment, the one needed to keep the blade from literally making a scalp bleed. Add to that, the attached vacuum would keep the hair from falling.

There it goes, baby. No more hiding behind that hair. I really wanted you to see the hair cascade down into your lap, but all good – it will suck up everything and hide the evidence as he skins your ass.”

After the first pass, a clump of red hair could be seen being sucked through the clear vacuum hose. The barber was efficient, mechanical, stripping her of her fiery locks with military precision. Adam hummed in amusement.

“You’re starting to look like a fresh recruit,” he said, voice dripping with mockery. “Bet you thought you had some power, huh?”

Jody bit her lip, refusing to react. The clippers carved higher, exposing more and more skin. With firm pressure the military butcher held Jody’s head at every angle, the blade chewing through her locks like butter. The barber removed the guard, going even shorter until there was nothing left but a shadow of red against her scalp. Starting agaion at the bottom of the nape she slammed her head forward as the Oster with no guard slowly skinned her to the bone. Adam chuckled.

“That thing is peeling off every bit of femininity you have left baby”

“God, that looks awful,” he taunted. “You should see yourself, Jody. You look ridiculous.”

She swallowed hard, her hands gripping the arms of the chair. The barber ran her fingers over her head, checking her work. Adam walked over and nodded approvingly.

The butcher paused to kake a call on her mobile, just enough time for Adam to firmly place his hand on her nape, bend over and give her a little peck on the cheek.

“I still love you babe, but is does look soo bad… Did I tell her to take the top that short?” he said as the barber re-tooled  and pressed her head forward and ran the machine dead center, right up the middle of her scalp. Now armed with a different clipper, the messy tufts of hair along with her signature “fuck me bangs” were dropping into her eyes collecting in her lap. Adam noticed Jody gently touching her lips seemingly trying to remove a few stragglers of hair sticking to her bright red lipstick.

“It’s OK babe, you can keep your eyes and mouth closed, there’s a lot more hair coming off. But you should seriously take a quick peek in your lap. No more “fuck me bangs” hun, but not to worry, I might still run root from behind, but looking your new GI cut may even be to much for me!”

At last the ordeal ended. Jody sat as Adam walked over for a final inspection. He noticed little chards of her red locks collected on her white Polo collared shirt, and a few tiny specks stuck to her always on point make-up. Would the all business military barber give his gal a 360 look of her work? Not a chance, she said nothing as she removed the cape and dropped the chair.

The frumpy barber walked over and pulled the handle of the old clacky register. “Ten dollars” and held out her hand. Again, this Sgt. was all business! Adam walked back to get his jacket and fired off one final jab.

“Pay the lady bitch. I know it sucks to pay for your own shearing, not to worry babe, I promise to pay next week when we come back for a clean up. Matter of fact, I will pay every Saturday from here on out. It’s my way of compromising for your cheating ass. I wonder if your Ex will approve of your Induction cut?”

The drive home was silent. Jody’s scalp tingle​d, the cool air brushing against freshly exposed skin. Jody was noticeably uncomfortable with the tiny shards of hair still all over her neckline. When they arrived home, Adam led her straight to the bathroom, pushing her down onto a stool.

“We’re not done,” he murmured.

Jody’s breath hitched as he pulled out a straight razor and a can of shaving cream. He spread the foam across her head, then slowly, methodically, scraped away the last traces of her hair. His touch was firm, controlling. His craftsmanship was a bit lacking as he left a few places nicked and bleeding – nothing major. When he finished, he ran a hand over her smooth scalp, satisfaction evident in his smirk. And with a final blow, some old hair tonic applied to her scalp making her squirm and clench her fist as the sting of the alcohol cleansed her bald scalp.

But then he set the razor aside, eyes dark with something else. “Might as well clean you up everywhere.”

After a brief re-position, Adam inserted “woody”, Jody’s 9 inch dildo she often used when he would refuse to pound that ass. He then ran his “house Oster 76” machine up her vagina. It was much easier to shave with, in his words, “a little something to plump it up.”

Joday sat, now smooth bald downstairs, topped with a nice short military induction cut, bald nape and sides, with just enough hair on the crown to keep the sun from burning her scalp.

Adam finished by slowly helping his gal from the chair and positioning her on her knees. Dropping his athletic shorts he slowly inserted his now rock hard cock down her throat. Taking in every inch, he gently grasped both of her 6 inch hoop earrings and with a slight tug, pulled her mouth tight against his bald penis area. And just like a good girl, she sucked and swallowed every drop of satisfaction he could muster. Well, with the exception of a few drops, which gathered in his palm and rubbed it around her bald scalp.

Jody stood up as Adam positioned her in front of the bathroom mirror and with a quick photo, it was over.

“Just look at you babe, who else but me would love an overweight, bald cheater? So go ahead and text him again – hell send him this pic, I’m sure he’ll be running over here to get some, right?”

Jody shivered, knowing she had no say in what just happened. Adam always got his way.

This morning would be no different. The two left to runa few errands, Jody now clad in her 5 inch heels, dressed to kill – but knowing she would get a few looks around town. As they stood in line to pay for a few grocery items, Adam leaned in with a whisper:

“You know, the dried cum really helps the top stand up a bit babe. I mean for it to be a #1 on top, the contrast isnt that bad”

The following week was brutal for Jody. Constant reminders via text kept the humiliation at full force. Adam at times would call and simply let Jody listen to the sound of the Otser clippers, handg up after a few seconds, and shoot a text:

“Huury home from work babe – the O’s are getting hungry”

“Appointment confirmed – 8am Saturday. Please arrive on time, sit quietly and always remember – chin down bitch”

The week ended just the way it had started, Another barbershop visit, another scalping, ending the week at a friend’s daughters wedding. Adam and Jody arrived early and Adam insisted they sit near the front row. As the guests arrived and the chapel began to fill with hundreds of folks, Adam again used technology to completely strip away her confidence. Her Airpods tuned in, the abuse started as Adam stood at the back of the chapel and sent over a final few words of encouragement:

“Got them ears lowered I see babe, give me a quick rub on the nape and tell me you love me”

“God you’re fucking bald – think everyone is locked in on your bald ass nape?”

“Cant wait to sit at the bar tonight and have all the gang stare at your chrome dome”

“Might need to fuck you from behind tonight-that skinned head of yours is really hideous..”

“Want to start a Youtube channel for fat bald bitches? Think we would have many followers?”

And finally one that simply made her drop her head:

“Sorry to upset you hun, I promise a good throat fuck tonight – lights off of course!” #skintbitch #baldfatass #jodysbald #osterforlife #triple000fun

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