The Dominant Barber’s Pets

The Dominant Barber’s Pets

The last time Claudia Evans entered the barbershop to hand her husband the car keys, she could not help but stare briefly at the young barber with a tall bearing, chiselled features and a masculine presence. But what attracted her, even more, was his haircut – clippered short on the back and sides, tapered upwards and finished with a gelled look on top. 

She left, and when her husband came home that day, she was surprised to find him with a new haircut other than his regular businessman coif. In fact, he was fairly unrecognisable with his butched look.

“I thought I’d try something new,” Mr. Evans said to his wife, his hand unmindfully grazing over the prickling skin at the back of his head as if he was still coming to terms with the new change. 

“Well, you look handsome,” she had said. 

Almost two months had passed since that day, and when his hair grew relatively shaggy, Claudia could not resist insisting that her husband visit the barbershop. This time, she wanted to accompany him as well.

Mr Evans was too consumed with his nagging anticipation over the state of his hair than wondering if it was okay for his wife to visit a men’s salon. He was, particularly, in two minds if he should visit the new barber, Mark, who had rather firmly insisted on shearing him like a schoolboy, much to his feeble objection, but he could not help being drawn close to him. 

“Ah, Mr. Evans. I almost did not recognise you underneath that messy hair,” Mark commented when he saw the couple entering his barbershop. It was empty that day, and Mr Evans thanked the Gods because he’d hate to be shorn short like an errant schoolboy in the presence of an audience. 

Mark greeted Claudia with a warm smile as she parked herself on the waiting bench, while her husband was promptly draped in a cape and combed. “Did you like the last haircut?” he asked. 

But before Mr Evans could answer, Claudia chimed in. “He looked very handsome.”  

A corner of Mark’s lips curved upwards. “I see, the missus approves it.” 

Mr Evans acknowledged with a shy smile, knowing he was trapped once again. And before he knew it, the barber firmly pushed his head down and fired up the clippers. The machine ploughed over his two-month growth, leaving behind nothing but a faint shadow on the back and sides. The crown received a similar treatment, although slightly longer than the rest, but still ruthlessly short. 

By the time Mark was done with Mr. Evans, he was staring forlornly at his reflection, turning his head this side and that. It was shorter than the last time, but somehow, Mr. Evans always found himself tongue-tied in front of the barber’s dominant persona. 

Claudia, from the waiting bench, watched the scene closely. Her legs rubbed together, and her teeth bit into her lower lip as she watched the barber completely disregard her husband’s reluctance to have his hair cropped shorter and give him a tighter look while he sat powerless in his chair. Her husband seemed submissive to the young yet formidable barber, something that she found intriguing. 

“It will be easier to maintain,” the barber reasoned, brandishing his straight razor along the slope of Mr. Evans’s neck as finishing touches. 

“It is quite hot and uncomfortable,” Mr. Evans agreed.

“Well, your wife might disagree,” Mark countered, looking at Claudia in the mirror. “With that hair of hers…it must be quite long I guess,” he probed. 

“Claudia always had long hair,” her husband informed and then looked at her. “Isn’t it darling? Why don’t you show Mark how long your hair is?” 

She suddenly felt conscious. “It’s nothing…I mean…I always had long hair,” she stammered.  

Mark turned around, crossing the distance and fixing her with a piercing look. “May I?”  

She did not know what to say. “Okay.” 

The barber reached out for the claw clip that held her mane and unclasped it. Her shiny, auburn hair cascaded down to her waist and he ran his hand through the softness. “Yes, you do have impeccably long hair, Mrs. Evans.” He smiled at her, his eyes smouldering and voice husky. “The longest I have seen and held.”I imagine it must be tiresome and high-maintenance to take care of hair like this.”

“Yes, a little,” she confessed.  

Mark turned to her husband. “Have you ever imagined how she’d look with short hair? Considering the weather and all. And she does have good features to complement short hair as well.” Claudia could feel the knots clawing up to her stomach.   

“I haven’t actually, Mark,” Mr Evans enthused. 

“Well, look at this,” he said, gathering her hair in one hand at the back. “Doesn’t she look good with shorter hair?” Claudia couldn’t help but feel an odd mix of sensations—unease and an inexplicable thrill.

Mr Evans rose from the chair and studied for a long moment. “I have never seen Claudia with short hair actually. The change is…certainly refreshing,” he drawled, spiking his wife’s heartbeat.  

“What do you think, Mrs. Evans?” Mark chanced. “Are you going to accommodate your husband’s wishes?”  

Her mouth fell open, befuddled with dread and excitement in equal measure. “I…I don’t know…I mean…” 

“Come, sit on the chair,” Mark said, ushering her forward. “Perhaps, it is time to see yourself in a different look.” 

Claudia was guided into the very seat that her husband had abandoned, and Mark wasted no time putting the cape around her neck and clasping it tight enough for her to feel the band as if she were collared and put in her place.

“What do you think, Mr. Evans?” The barber toyed around. “Do you want to see your wife…differently?”  

Having gone through this overwhelming feeling of a forced haircut, he could not resist seeing what Mark would do to his wife. Perhaps some short layers or a bob, maybe. Either way, the idea excited him oddly. 

“Yes…yes, darling. You should try something new,” he encouraged.  

Mark turned to look at the mirror, watching Claudia squirm in his chair and then lifted the bunch of her hair and brought it close to his nose. 

“Freshly washed, perfect.” He smiled, eyes glinting with delight. “Although it does not really matter in a barbershop.” And then he gathered the mane and pulled a little, testing how she reacted to his ministrations.

Claudia did not disappoint. She let out a small, almost inaudible moan and bit her lips. 

“I don’t think it is a good idea. I mean…I have never…” she trailed off. 

“All the more reason you should do it,” Mark said, picking up his trusted clippers.

He gave her no time to say goodbye to those precious long locks and plunged into the hair, chopping off a considerable length and discarding them on the floor. The new hair fell around her shoulders, like a jagged long bob. 

“Oh, God. That’s really…short,” she gasped. 

“Is it?” Mark said casually and then swivelled the chair to have her face her husband. “Mr. Evans, do you think it is short enough?” He asked. 

Mr Evans was too fascinated by the idea of it to form a coherent reply. “Well, I…you are the expert.”  

Mark let out a conceited smile, deliberately fingering her jagged ends. “I think it needs to be shorter, a lot shorter actually.”

He picked up the comb and started to attack the volume at the back, the whirring clippers sailing over the steel comb while hanks of hair fell around like confetti. Mr Evans watched, almost enthralled by the barber’s precision, as his wife’s snipped auburn locks formed a halo on the floor. 

Claudia sat helplessly, her head being turned around at the barber’s whim and shorn to his satisfaction. She mourned every time she watched a clump being severed and rolled down the cape and wondered how short her hair would be. 

She watched as her husband’s breath hitched with every swipe of the clippers over the comb and his manhood was swelling around the lining of his pants. Somehow the knowledge of her husband being turned on worked in her favour as she let out a keening moan when the buzzing machine touched the sensitive skin behind her neck. 

“Looks like your wife is enjoying the haircut,” Mark commented, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?” He crooned, his lips grazing her earlobes.

Claudia looked at her husband, her eyes glassy with pleasure and whimpering with an acute need to come.

“Perhaps, you will enjoy this even more,” she heard Mark say and then her head was pushed down abruptly. It took a moment before Claudia realised what was going to happen to her. 

The vicious clippers climbed on her nape, removing swathes of hair in its wake and leaving behind a length that almost left Mr Evans gasping. However, the sight turned him on a little too much than he thought. While his wife was swamped with the pleasure of vibrating clippers rippling against her skin, he sat frozen watching the stark shaved skin appear amidst her auburn locks. 

As he snipped away, the clippers buzzed relentlessly, her hair falling in heavy tufts. Claudia’s face flushed, a mix of humiliation and unexpected excitement washing over her. The barber’s firm touch and assertive stance only heightened her feelings. Each snip was a thrill, a surrender she hadn’t anticipated.

“Your husband liked it too when I had shorn that little bulb head of his,” Mark said, taking pleasure in ridiculing her husband. “Do you think he looks good? Sexy? Manly?” 

“Yes, yes, very manly,” Claudia said, half groaning and half moaning. 

Her head was pulled up as harshly as before, the clippers poised in his hands. 

“Did that turn you on, watching your husband getting shorn?” He asked. “What do you think, Mr. Evans?”  

His hands were on his groin, rubbing over his clothed erection with quick, helpless movements.

Mark smiled and brought the other end of the clippers against Claudia’s breast underneath the cape. Her nipples hardened instantly, her body trembling as he slowly drew circles. 

“Lift your dress and show him your pussy,” Mark ordered. “Show your husband how wet and aching you are for my clippers.” 

Claudia swallowed and slowly pulled her knee-length dress and the cape, exposing herself to her husband. 

“Spread your legs, wider,” Mark said, pinching her nipple. 

The sight was as debauched as pleasurable. As soon as she does, Mr Evans could not take his eyes off his wife’s pussy. He watched as Mark took the hand out of the cape and trailed a finger over his wife’s cunt and pressed her clit.

“Ah, you are soaking, Mrs. Evans,” he said with a satisfactory grin and tapped the dampness. “Stay like this. Your husband likes to see you getting wet for my clippers.” 

He resumed his work on her head, this time, reducing the sides to nothing. He paused to swap the clippers, tapering the sides with the longish hair on top. But Claudia was too high and teetering on edge to realize what was happening to her.

Mark switched off the clippers after the sides were bared. “Look at him, so aroused, so eager to see you cropped and shorn and maybe shaved too.” His fingers found her pussy once again, this time having no qualms about pushing his digits in and watching her squirm. “Oh, God, no.”  

He deliberately made her husband watch as he defiled and denuded his wife.

“What do you think, Mr. Evans?” Mark asked. “Do you want to see her shaved?”  

Mr Evans was too deep down the rabbit hole. His wife’s modesty was already being debased, so the hair was the least of his concerns. “I…guess…” he breathed. 

“Mark!” Claudia exclaimed. 

“Well, it’s your turn, Mr. Evans,” Mark ordered. “Let’s take a look at how hard you are.” 

Mr Evans stood up, almost shyly, and unbuttoned his pants. Shame and fascination marred his features coupled with arousal as he slowly pulled out his erection. 

“Come closer,” Mark commanded impatiently.

He approached slowly as the barber looked down at his nakedness and then reached over and took hold of his shaft. Weighed his balls in his palms. Mr Evans struggled to remain composed while the dominant barber inspected his organs. 

“Is this the best you can do?” Mark asked, giving his balls a squeeze that was enough to make him hiss. And then he instructed, “Get on your knees and eat your wife’s pussy while I shear her. Let’s see if you can make her come with your tongue.”  

As if he needed any encouragement. The businessman quickly got down and lapped Claudia’s cunt like his life depended on it. 

Mark returned to work with his merciless clippers sailing over Claudia’s crown, the last of her length failing around like winter leaves. Between the vibrating clippers against her scalp and her husband’s hungry mouth lapping her folds, she trembled in the barber’s chair, arching and writhing in pleasure. 

Mark paused. “You have to hold still, sweetheart. If I can’t get the line straight, I’d have to shave you bald,” he warned and then teased in her ears. “Do you want to leave here looking like a cue ball? Not that you have much hair to flaunt, but something is better than nothing, right?”

The poor woman mewled and whimpered. “I…can’t…he has to…stop.”  

His hand found one of her breasts and kneaded leisurely. “Sadly, that’s not up to you…or him. I decide what happens in my barbershop. So, hold really still, Mrs. Evans, or face the consequences.” He gave her nipple a quick pinch before switching on the clippers and shaping what was left of her once-glorious auburn hair. 

The clippers hovered over the top, again and again, until her crown looked utterly flat and ridiculously short. It was one of those regulation flattops for military men where whitewalls adorned the back and sides. Claudia fought hard, fighting off her intense orgasm because the idea of being shaved like a cueball frightened her. And she knew that she was in no position to prevent the same if her husband succeeded.  

When the clippers ultimately fell silent and her husband pulled back, she let out a sigh. 

“Looks like your husband failed you, sweetheart,” Mark made a pitying noise and reached between her legs. “Let me see to that needy pussy.” 

Mr Evans witnessed his wife getting violated by the barber while his own hand stroked his shaft. It was not long until Claudia came with a cry, gripping the armrests and rendered boneless.

To further deepen his humiliation, the barber retracted his fingers and held them out for the husband. 

“Taste your wife’s pussy, Mr. Evans,” he ordered and shoved the fingers inside his mouth. He lapped, sucked and choked on them, the barber pushing the digits far deep down his throat. “See how sweet she tastes when I took her pretty hair. Isn’t she looking like a perfect barber’s pet?” 

It was for the first time Mr Evans looked at his wife’s head and realised how degrading the haircut was. It was short, masculine and categorically humiliating. But he knew the degradation was nothing short of erotic and appealing to both of them and especially to Mark. 

He nodded frantically and moaned a little when the barber pulled his fingers free. 

“Now you can watch while I fill her with my load,” Mark decided and hoisted Claudia off the chair, whose legs were nothing but jelly when he bent her over the waiting bench. She felt her dress bunched over her back, her ass exposed to her husband and then her drenched underwear pulled down in no gentle manner.  

She let out a keening cry when the barber wedged in and then fucked her mercilessly.

“Come closer, Mr. Evans,” Mark grunted in between his thrusts. “I want you to watch your wife getting her cunt stretched.” 

Like a dog obedient to his master, Mr Evans tried to rise but the barber shook his head. “No, no. Crawl to me.”  

He did. On all fours, he moved to Mark with his pants and underwear halfway down to his knees and his ruddy cock and balls dangling between his thighs. 

“Good boy,” Mark smirked, rubbing his shorn head when he got closer. He would occasionally reach down to play with Mr Evans’s balls, squeezing them enough to elicit a stifled whimper while he still fucked his wife from behind. 

It wasn’t long until he came with a fierce roar, his hips still working as he pumped her full and then abruptly pulled out of her. 

“That’s it,” he panted, pulling her up to stand. “It’s time to reveal the new Mrs Evans.”

Claudia was still under the haze of pleasure when she saw herself in the mirror. Her hair was short, probably a little better than her husband’s but it came nothing close to consolation.   

“My…hair…” she cried at the loss. Her hand reached out to explore the shaved skin at the back that extended almost to her crown and the high expanse around her ears. Her heart raced, caught between the sting of humiliation and a burgeoning excitement she couldn’t fully understand.

Mark grabbed her tits from behind, groping them in good measure, and muttered, “Perhaps, next time, I will cut it shorter than your husband.” He, then, looked down at Mr Evans, still on his knees and added as an afterthought. “Or, perhaps, I can shave you both bald. My two little pet baldies.”

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Thank you for reading my story. I would love to know what you thought of Mark, Claudia and her husband. 

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