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Chapter 1: The enchanting newcomer
Keerti had just started her new journey at the boarding college, where she quickly turned heads with her stunning appearance. Her perfect figure and toned physique were undeniable, but what truly set her apart was her extraordinary hair – a cascade of shiny, thick, straight black locks that fell down her sides, reaching below her waist, framing her face and accentuating her beauty. With her striking features and exceptional academic talent, Keerti was undoubtedly one of the most captivating and impressive girls in her college, earning admiration from her peers and teachers alike.
As Keerti’s academic achievements continued to soar, thanks to her remarkable sharp memory and unwavering positive attitude, she found herself swiftly ascending the stairs of success in college. However, with each step up, a subtle yet noticeable change began to creep into her demeanor. Her growing pride and accomplishments started to manifest as a haughty attitude, causing her to speak curtly to her friends and even withdraw from interactions with her male classmates, creating a sense of distance and isolation around her.
Years went by, and Keerti’s college life became a blend of academic triumphs and strained relationships. Her beauty and intelligence had once made her the center of attention, but now, her pride and arrogance had pushed away the very people who had once admired her. And so, when the college days finally drew to a close, the passage of time seemed to accelerate, and before long, the final moment of farewell arrived.
Chapter 2 : Reunions and Revelations
It had been several years since Keerti graduated from college, and she had since catapulted to a senior position in the corporate world, earning a lucrative package that rivaled her impressive accomplishments. Her physical transformation was equally striking, having undergone enhancements to accentuate her curves, sculpting a voluptuous figure that earned her admiring glances as a stunning MILF. Yet, amidst all the changes, one constant remained – her magnificent hair. Now more resplendent than ever, her knee-length locks cascaded down her back like a silky, smooth waterfall, their thickness and straightness a true marvel.
Keerti’s career was flourishing at the office, with her exceptional performance and leadership skills earning her widespread recognition. Rumors began to circulate that she was being considered for an even more prestigious role, and although Keerti tried to remain focused on her work, the excitement was palpable. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment at the prospect of advancing her career. Seeking confirmation, Keerti approached her senior, Deepak, who, with a knowing glint in his eye, offered a subtle smile that neither confirmed nor denied the rumors, leaving Keerti’s curiosity piqued.
Days passed, and the office buzzed with anticipation as the CEO and CFO of the company announced their visit to the India office. Keerti’s world was turned upside down as she walked into the conference room and was face to face with her former college colleagues, Amy and Raj, who now held the topmost positions in the company. The unexpected reunion left Keerti stunned, her mind racing with memories of their college days and the incredible journey that had brought them to this moment.
As Keerti’s eyes adjusted to the sudden surprise, she took in the sight of Amy and Raj, now a formidable power couple, exuding an aura of success and confidence. Amy, the CFO, had transformed her look to perfectly complement her new role, sporting a chic, one-length bob that framed her face and accentuated her sharp features, radiating an air of authority and poise. Raj, the CEO, stood tall beside her, his demeanor commanding and assured, a testament to his exceptional leadership skills. Together, they made a stunning pair, their chemistry and camaraderie palpable as they exchanged warm smiles, their love and respect for each other evident in every glance.
Raj and Amy revealed that Keerti was being considered for a coveted spot at their headquarters in Chicago. The position required her to join immediately, and Keerti, thrilled at the prospect, confirmed her acceptance without hesitation. With the formalities complete, Keerti returned home to prepare for her move to Chicago. As she stepped into her cozy home, she felt an overwhelming urge to unwind and indulge in some much-needed self-care. She began by treating herself to a relaxing shower, the warm water cascading down her skin like a soothing balm. Then, she devoted a luxurious amount of time to pampering her crowning glory – her magnificent hair. With gentle, loving strokes, she straightened and smoothed every strand, her fingers working their magic to tame any hint of frizz or flyaways. As she worked, she felt her tension melting away, her hair transforming into a silky, straight masterpiece that cascaded down her back like a river of night. Finally, with a contented sigh, Keerti wrapped her hair in a plush towel and began to get ready for her flight to Chicago. She styled her magnificent hair in a sleek top bun, securing every strand in place with precision. Her hair, now a rich, dark brown, cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few loose strands framing her face. The top bun accentuated her sharp features and highlighted her piercing eyes.
With her hair perfectly in place, Keerti felt a sense of confidence wash over her. She applied a light layer of makeup to enhance her natural beauty and dressed in a comfortable yet stylish outfit. As she grabbed her luggage and headed out the door, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness building up inside her.
The warm sun danced across her hair as she made her way to the airport, the top bun glistening with subtle hints of shine. Keerti’s heart raced with anticipation as she thought about the new chapter of her life that awaited her in Chicago.
Chapter 3 : A knotty situation
With her luggage packed and her documents in order, Keerti made her way to the airport, her heart racing with anticipation. She had never been to Chicago before, and the thought of starting a new chapter of her life there was both thrilling and intimidating.
As Keerti rushed to the airport, her sleek top bun seemed to be the perfect finishing touch to her polished look. However, fate had other plans. In her haste, she accidentally bumped into a pillar, causing her bun to come undone. Her magnificent hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and Keerti’s heart sank. She was already running late, and there was no time to redo her hair.
In a frantic attempt to salvage the situation, Keerti hastily gathered her hair into a high ponytail. However, the ponytail didn’t quite suit her, and the length of it was causing more problems than solutions. The ponytail was so long that it kept getting stuck in her luggage, causing Keerti to stumble and almost fall.
Amy and Raj, who were waiting for her at the lounge, couldn’t help but notice the chaos that was Keerti’s hair. They exchanged a concerned glance, knowing that this would not make a good impression on their clients. Keerti’s hair, once her crowning glory, was now a tangled mess, and her frustration was palpable.
As Keerti struggled to manage her tangled hair, Amy and Raj couldn’t help but exchange snickers. They remembered how Keerti used to belittle them in college, and now, they were in a position of power.
“Look at her now,” Amy whispered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “The queen bee has fallen.”
Raj chuckled. “And her hair is a mess. Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?”
Amy nodded. “She deserves it. Remember how she used to mock us in college? Now, she’s the one who’s humiliated.”
Amy and Raj’s conversation turned sinister as they began to plot their revenge against Keerti.
“We should make her pay for what she did to us,” Amy said, her eyes gleaming with malice.
Raj nodded. “I have an idea. Let’s schedule a meeting with the CEO and make sure Keerti’s hair is a disaster. She’ll be humiliated in front of the whole team.” While talking the time passed quickly and now its departure time for the flight and the trio boarded the plane.
As Keerti settled into her business class seat, she felt a wave of relief wash over her after the chaotic airport experience. She released her hair from the makeshift ponytail, and it cascaded down her back like a dark, silky waterfall, reaching down to her hips. The luxurious strands seemed to have a life of their own, spilling out of the cubicle and into the aisle, causing the flight attendants to trip and stumble as they went about their duties. The soft, luscious locks were so long that they brushed against the armrests and seatbacks, their gentle rustling sound filling the air. Despite repeated requests from the flight attendants to tie her hair back in a bun or braid, Keerti refused, insisting that she liked it free-flowing. Her hair’s untamed beauty and her own determination sparked a heated argument between Keerti and the attendants, who were growing increasingly frustrated with the disruption. Amy and Raj, seated across from Keerti, exchanged amused glances, seemingly entertained by her stubbornness. However, as the altercation escalated, they intervened to diffuse the situation, though they couldn’t help but think that Keerti’s attitude and unruly hair were becoming a liability.
Chapter 4: The Watchers
As the plane finally touched down in Chicago, Keerti’s hair remained a wild, untamed tangle, still flowing freely down her back like a dark, silky waterfall. The soft, luscious strands cascaded down her spine, reaching down to her hips, and spilled around her shoulders like a rich, velvety cloak. The same chaos that had ensued at the airport and on the plane repeated itself, with people pointing and giggling at the spectacle. Some couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by the sheer volume and beauty of her hair, while others snickered and whispered, their eyes fixed on the tangled mess.
Amy and Raj’s patience had worn thin, their embarrassment reaching a boiling point. They had tried to reason with Keerti, to no avail. In a moment of exasperation, Amy grasped Keerti’s luxuriant locks and twisted them into a hasty, oversized bun, securing it atop her head with a few swift pins. The bun was uneven, with stray strands escaping, framing Keerti’s face like a halo. Amy’s hands moved with a precision born of frustration, her fingers trembling slightly as she worked. She shot Keerti a stern glance, her eyes blazing with frustration, as if daring her to protest.
Keerti, taken aback, said nothing, instead gingerly adjusting the precarious bun as they exited the airport. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes fixed at some point ahead, her expression unreadable. Raj attempted to mediate, placing a calming hand on Amy’s arm, but Amy’s ire was unyielding. “That’s it,” she hissed to Raj, her voice barely audible over the din of the airport. “I’m giving Keerti an ultimatum: tame that mane or she’s on the next flight back home. I won’t have our team ridiculed because of her stubbornness.”
Coming out of the airport they settled into the company-provided taxi.The tension was palpable. Amy’s anger still simmered, refusing to dissipate even as they arrived at the hotel and retired to their separate rooms. While Raj and Keerti seemed to unwind, Amy’s mind raced with thoughts of the past, her college memories of Keerti’s haughty attitude and mean-spirited behavior resurfacing like an old wound. The petrol of past resentments ignited her anger, fueling a desire for revenge.
Amy’s eyes narrowed as she began to formulate a plan, her mind working overtime to devise a strategy to tame Keerti’s unruly attitude and bring her to heel. She envisioned Keerti as a wild mustang, needing to be broken and trained, and herself as the master trainer, determined to succeed where others had failed. A sly smile spread across her face as she thought, “It’s time to take Keerti down a peg, to show her who’s boss.” With a newfound sense of purpose, Amy set her plan in motion, eager to confront Keerti and assert her dominance.
After a restful night at the hotel, the trio set out to explore Chicago, taking advantage of the weekend to unwind. As they strolled along the scenic Lake Michigan shoreline, Amy turned to Keerti and asked, “Have you managed to find a place to stay? Hotels can be quite expensive, you know.” Keerti hesitated, looking sheepish, “I didn’t think of that.” Amy’s eyes sparkled with a hint of triumph as she replied, “Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of it. As your supervisor, it’s my responsibility to ensure your comfort.” She paused, letting the words sink in before revealing her plan. “There’s a cozy little house just a short distance from the office. It’s fully furnished, and the company will arrange for a cab to pick you up and drop you off every day. You won’t need to worry about a thing.”
Keerti’s eyes widened in surprise, but Amy’s reassuring smile put her at ease. “Wow, thank you, Amy! I didn’t expect you to go out of your way like this.” Little did Keerti know, Amy’s generosity was just the beginning of her plan to tame Keerti’s unruly attitude. Raj, however, sensed a change in Amy’s demeanor, her sudden helpfulness and departure from her usual behavior. He raised an eyebrow, questioning Amy’s motives, but she just winked and whispered, “It’s just the start of taming Keerti, my love.” Raj nodded in understanding, aware that Amy’s plan was already in motion.
Next day Amy took keerti to her new home.
“Keerti, welcome to your new home,” Amy said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she handed over the keys to the small, unassuming house. It was located in a quiet neighborhood, a stark contrast to the bustling city they had just left behind.
Keerti stepped inside, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The house was cozy, with a lived-in warmth that immediately made her feel at ease. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, and the furniture was modern yet comfortable.
She took the tour of the house and settled into her new home, she began to feel a sense of comfort and security. The house was her sanctuary, a place where she could let her guard down and be herself.
But what Keerti didn’t know was that her every move was being watched. Amy had installed hidden cameras throughout the house, capturing her most intimate moments. The footage was a tool of power, a means to control the one person who had once held sway over her in college.
For now, Keerti remained blissfully unaware, lost in her own little world of beauty and self-expression. She was a moth to a flame, drawn back to the mirror each night, seeking refuge in the warm embrace of her own beauty.
It had been months since she had been intimate with anyone, and the pent-up desire was like a coiled spring within her. The house was the perfect place to let her hair down, quite literally, and indulge in some much-needed self-care. She spent her evenings playing with her hair, trying out different styles,wrapping it around her naked body like a lover’s embrace. She’d let the strands tickle her skin as she tried out various sexy hairstyles, each one more daring than the last. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the new city, and the solitude of the house fueled her imagination, turning her reflection into a silent confidant and willing participant in her private fantasies. The soft glow of the lamps and the quiet atmosphere of the house made her feel at peace.
Her favorite ritual involved lounging on the plush bed, her fingers tracing the soft curves of her breasts, giving them a gentle massage that grew more insistent with each passing moment. The fabric of her silk robe slipped away, revealing her toned stomach and the curve of her hips. Her eyes closed, she’d let out a soft moan as her hands found her most sensitive spots, her mind wandering to the pleasures she had long been denied.
One evening, as Keerti lay on her bed, her hair a wild mess around her, she reached for the vibrator she had brought from home. It hummed to life in her hand, the soft buzz a sweet promise of relief. She closed her eyes and let the vibrations wash over her, her breath hitching as she grew closer to climax. Unbeknownst to her, Amy and Raj were watching her every move from the safety of their office, a twisted grin spreading across their faces as they reveled in her vulnerability.
Chapter 5 : A night of no return
Weekend passed and Keerti began preparing for her first day at the company’s headquarters, still recalling the airport incident. Determined to make a good impression, she searched Google for office-friendly hairstyles for long hair. However, with time passing and no inspiration striking, she grew frustrated. Settling on a high ponytail, she realized her hair was still too long, touching the floor. She improvised by taking hair from the top of the ponytail and securing it in a bun, creating a massive ponytail-bun hybrid that added three inches to her height. Displeased with the result, she had no time to fix it as the cab arrived. Rushing out, her bun grazed the car’s roof, becoming slightly dislodged as she entered the vehicle.
As soon as Keerti entered the car, she dove into work, not wanting to waste any time. Just then, her phone buzzed with a text from Amy about her first meeting with the board of directors. Keerti’s excitement was tempered by anxiety as she contemplated the challenge ahead. The cab arrived at the office, and as she stepped out, Keerti felt a surge of self-consciousness. Her massive bun and tight, knee-length black dress, which accentuated her curves, drew the gaze of everyone around her. She could sense the weight of their stares, and her nerves began to flutter.
Keerti arrived at the 11th floor, expecting to meet Amy and receive her agenda for the meeting with the board of directors. However, Amy was nowhere to be found, having intentionally skipped the meeting as part of her plan to undermine Keerti. When Keerti tried calling Amy, she didn’t answer. Just then, a poised woman in her thirties approached Keerti, introducing herself as Sandra, who would be taking care of her for the day. Sandra’s polished appearance, complete with a chic one-length bob and a well-maintained figure, made Keerti feel even more disheveled. Sandra’s gaze lingered on Keerti’s haphazard bun, and she snickered, “You might want to consider changing that.” With that, Sandra led Keerti to the boardroom, leaving Keerti feeling increasingly anxious and out of her depth.
As Keerti entered the boardroom, she was taken aback by the unexpected sight of six female board members, all sporting the same stylish boyish cut hairstyle that perfectly complemented their features. However, their attention was drawn to Keerti’s unruly bun, and they exchanged disappointed glances. “We were expecting someone more… polished,” one of them remarked, awaiting an explanation. Keerti, caught off guard, was momentarily speechless, her mind racing. After a minute of awkward silence, she regained her composure and launched into a confident introduction, highlighting her achievements and expressing her enthusiasm for contributing to the company’s growth. Despite the rocky start, Keerti’s words exuded determination, and the board members listened intently, their expressions softening.
She exited the boardroom as the meeting was over for her, one of the members whispered to the others, “We need to refine her to fit our standards and work culture, but we can’t coerce her. It must be done in a way that seems like her own choice.” They summoned Amy, who had been observing the meeting from the security room, watching Keerti’s every move on camera. Amy assured them, “Leave it to me, I’ll take care of it. It will appear as though she’s making her own decisions.” Meanwhile, Keerti, oblivious to the plan being hatched behind her back, felt a sense of relief, thinking that the meeting had gone smoothly and that she was on the right track. Little did she know, her fate was being orchestrated, and her choices would soon be subtly manipulated.
Later that evening, Raj, Amy, and Keerti headed to a pub to unwind. Keerti, who had never been a drinker, was persuaded by Raj and Amy to have a few drinks. As the alcohol took effect, Keerti’s demeanor changed dramatically. She reached up, and with a swift motion, released her hair from its tight, high ponytail-bun hybrid, letting it cascade down her back like a dark waterfall. Her long, silky locks flowed freely, framing her face and accentuating her features. With her hair down, Keerti seemed to shed her inhibitions, and she began dancing provocatively in the pub, her hips swaying to the music. Amy and Raj exchanged a knowing glance, sensing the perfect moment to put their plan into action. Raj discreetly called their hairstylist, Arun, and asked him to come to Keerti’s home. Meanwhile, Amy presented Keerti with a document, claiming it was a bonus agreement, and coaxed her into signing it. In her inebriated state, Keerti unknowingly sealed her fate, handing over control to Amy.
After Keerti signed the document, Amy ushered her into a cab, bound for her home. Exhausted, Keerti soon fell asleep. When they arrived, Raj, who had been waiting, helped Amy carry Keerti out of the car and down into the secret dungeon hidden beneath the house. They had carefully planned this to prevent Keerti’s voice from escaping. In the dungeon, Arun had already set up a sleek, black barbershop chair, its chrome accents gleaming in the dim light. The chair was equipped with sturdy restraints, which they quickly used to secure Keerti’s ankles and wrists. A porcelain washbasin, adorned with elegant faucets, sat nearby, filled with warm water and fragrant shampoo. An array of haircutting tools lay within reach: sharp scissors, clippers, and razors, all neatly arranged on a sterilized tray. A tripod camera stood at the ready, its lens focused intently on the chair, poised to capture every snip, clip, and transformation. As they secured Keerti in the chair, she remained oblivious, still lost in sleep, unaware of the sinister intentions unfolding around her.
Chapter 6 : Submission and Seduction
Amy: (spraying water on Keerti’s face) Wake up, Keerti. It’s time to face the music.
Keerti: (groggily opening her eyes) Wha…what’s going on? Where am I? Why am I tied up?
Amy: (smirking) You’re in your new makeover room, sweetheart. And you’re restrained for your own good. We can’t have you trying to escape or resist the transformation.
Keerti: (struggling against the restraints) Let me go! What’s going on?
Amy: (leaning in, her voice firm) The boardroom members have decided you need a transformation to meet their standards. And Raj and I are here to make sure it happens.
Keerti: (disoriented and alarmed) What does Raj have to do with this?
Amy: (grinning slyly) Oh, Raj and I have been planning this for a while. We’ve invested a lot in you, Keerti. And we’re not about to let you waste that potential.
Keerti: (defiantly) I won’t do it. I’m not changing who I am to suit your standards.
Amy: (shrugging) It’s not just about looks, darling. It’s about attitude, poise, and fitting in with our company culture. And if you don’t comply… (pulls out the document) …you’ll be sent back to India and required to pay a $1 million penalty to the company.
Keerti: (horrified) You can’t do this! This is illegal!
Amy: (smiling sweetly) Oh, but we can. And we will. (motions to Arun, who begins preparing the haircutting tools) Now, let’s get started, shall we?
Raj leaned in with a mischievous smile, “Keerti, how about we have a little fun before the main event?”
Keerti’s eyes widened in fear as she heard his words, “What do you mean?”
Amy sauntered over, her voice low and seductive, “We’re just going to explore that curvy, sexy body of yours.”
Without waiting for a response, Amy snatched a pair of scissors from the dresser and swiftly tore Keerti’s clothes, leaving her trembling in only her bra and panties. “You know the drill,” she said, gesturing to the open restraints on the chair, “either you comply, or those videos of your naked room escapades go live.”
Keerti swallowed hard, understanding the gravity of the situation. With no other choice, she reluctantly stood, allowing Arun to attach the restraints around her wrists and ankles.
Raj’s eyes feasted on Keerti’s exposed flesh, his desire growing as he admired her natural beauty. But he knew better than to act on it with Amy watching so closely.
“Ah, I see you haven’t had time to groom down there,” Amy said, nodding towards Keerti’s unshaved pussy. “Let’s fix that first.”
Arun stepped forward, a wicked glint in his eye, and applied a generous amount of shaving foam to the neglected area. The coolness of the foam contrasted with the heat building in the room as he carefully shaved her pussy, leaving it as smooth as the day she was born.
“Now, let’s get to the main attraction,” Amy purred, her eyes glued to Keerti’s long, thick black hair. “A proper hair wash.”
Keerti felt a mix of humiliation and arousal as they positioned her upside down again. Arun’s strong hands massaged her scalp, working the shampoo into a rich lather that cascaded down her hair, creating rivulets of bubbles that danced over her body. He rinsed her thoroughly, the warm water caressing her skin, before applying a heavenly scented conditioner that promised to leave her hair as soft as silk.
As he blow-dried her hair, Keerti’s thoughts raced. She knew what was coming next. Blow dry made keerti hair more silky and smooth and straight.
“Alright, my love,” Amy said, her voice dripping with excitement, “now for the grand finale. We’re going to cut her hair, but not just any cut. A proper style buzzcut.”
Raj and Amy exchanged a knowing look as they took turns snipping away small sections of Keerti’s hair from bottom, the floor quickly filling with dark locks.
“Are you enjoying this?” Amy whispered in Keerti’s ear as the scissors grazed her neck.
Keerti couldn’t help but whimper in response, the fear and excitement melding into something she’d never felt before.
Once half her hair was gone, they lowered her into the barber chair, the white cape feeling like a symbol of her submission. Arun took over, combing her hair with firm strokes that sent shivers down her spine.
The cold steel of the scissors pressed against her right earlobe, and with a decisive click, he began cutting. The sound echoed in the room as her hair fell away, inch by inch. The sensation was strange, but oddly comforting.
Arun moved to the back of her head,snipping the back hair in a scissor over comb method, then the left side, each snip reducing her mane to a uniform one-inch length. The clippers’ vibration sent waves of pleasure through her as Arun guided them over her scalp, the sensation of the short hairs standing at attention against the cape sending a thrill through her body.
“Looks like you’re really getting into this,” Arun murmured, noticing her body’s response.
As the last strands of her hair fell away, Keerti gazed in the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back. Her long, luscious locks were gone, replaced by a sleek, buzzed cut that accentuated her sharp jawline and piercing eyes. The transformation was jarring, yet strangely exhilarating. Amy’s eyes gleamed with triumph as she grasped Keerti’s chin, tilting her head to admire the handiwork.
“Perfect,” Amy purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re finally polished, Keerti. Finally, ours.” The words sent a shiver down Keerti’s spine as she realized the true extent of her submission. The memory of their college days, when Amy and Raj had been outcasts and Keerti the queen bee, flashed before her eyes. Now, the tables had turned. Amy’s gaze locked onto Keerti’s, a hint of triumph and revenge sparkling in her eyes. “You should have stayed humble, Keerti,” she whispered, her voice laced with sweet vengeance. Finally, they released her from the chair, the pile of hair on the floor a testament to her submission. Amy picked up the video camera, the evidence of their fun secured. “Remember, not a word,” she said, her voice like velvet, “or this little snippet goes viral. And we all know how much you value your reputation, don’t we, Keerti?” The threat hung in the air, a reminder of the power Amy and Raj now wielded over her.
(prolouge to what happened to amy and raj will come soon)
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