This is a story series built around Rachel: A thirtysomething recent divorcee. Middle class, a little boring. A chance encounter with her local salon stylist takes her deep into a lifestyle of kink and debauchery. But first she needs her hair trimmed…

See the full series here: A Little Shorter?

The old-fashioned bell rang as I opened the door to the salon.

“Ah, Mrs Simmons, good morning!” Ellie, the salon’s owner, beamed as soon as I stepped inside. “Would you like to make an appointment?”

“Um, actually it’s Miss White now,” I smiled, holding up my hand . A pale line was still visible on my finger from where my wedding ring used to be. “But yes, please.”

“Oh. Um.” A look of slightly awkward panic crossed Ellie’s face. “I’m, um, sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.” I smiled, trying to put her at ease. “It was a long time coming. I’m better off without him, you know?”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Ellie managed an awkward laugh. “So,” she stared at her book, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground. “Just a trim, is it?”

“Actually, something a bit different. New me, new style, you know?”

“Oh, right. Sounds great!” Ellie looked through the diary. “I can get you in… next Thursday?”

“Oh. Don’t you have anything sooner? I was hoping to get something done in the next day or two.”

“I’m afraid we’re all booked up.” Ellie shook her head, sadly. “I can fit you in for a quick trim tomorrow, but…”

“I can probably help,” a voice spoke up behind me. I looked around; it was… Jade, if I remembered rightly. She’d done my hair a couple of times before. She had a cute punky vibe that I secretly admired, all bright blue hair and facial piercings. The sort of look I’d have rocked at her age if I’d ever been bold enough to.

“Sorry,” she continued. “Couldn’t help overhearing. Is it congrats or commiserations?”

“Jade!” Ellie gasped.

But I just grinned, finding myself warming to the young girl’s bold attitude. “I think congratulations in the long run.”

“Then congrats. You’re better off without him, for sure.” she gave me a wink. “But I can work late tomorrow and get you in then if you want? Ellie, you okay with that?”

Ellie shrugged. “Sure. You can close up when you’re done.”

“It’s a date, then. I’ll see you at six tomorrow, Miss White?”

“Oh, thank you so much. It means a lot.” I made a mental note to pull out some extra cash; she deserved a tip. “Oh, and please – call me Rachel.”

“No worries,” Jade nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow at six then, Rachel.”

…

The salon was almost empty when I showed up the next evening, with just one stylist cleaning up her station.

Ellie greeted me as I walked in. “Jade’s just up the top. Ready when you are. I’m off home myself, so you’ll have to excuse me. I’ll leave you in her capable hands.”

“Thanks,” I smiled. I made my way up the few steps to the back of the salon, a small area secluded from the main room.

Jade was sitting in a chair, playing on her phone. She jumped up as she saw me come in, suddenly all smiles. “Rachel, hi. Make yourself comfy.” She pointed at the chair by the mirror.

“Thanks.” As I sat down, I heard the front door slam shut and realised all the other staff had gone for the day. It suddenly seemed strangely quiet in the usually bustling salon.

I watched Jade in the mirror as she busied herself getting ready. She was a genuinely attractive girl, I couldn’t help noticing. Her wild blue hair framed a pretty face, enhanced by a few carefully chosen piercings. She had the sort of body that many women – myself included – would kill for. Large boobs tapering down to a thin, almost waspish waist and topped (bottomed?) by wide hips and a curvy but firm bum and long toned legs.

Her simple white top and black leggings were probably just work wear; I imagined she’d be more at home wearing something more… punky, I guessed. Whatever that meant these days. College was a long time ago and I wasn’t exactly up to date on what all the subcultures wore nowadays.

She turned to look at me in the mirror, a faint smile on her face.

Oh shit, I thought. She caught me staring at her. How embarrassing.

I found a sudden interest in the light fixture to the side of the mirror, trying to pretend I hadn’t been looking at her. I figured she probably didn’t need that awkwardness. The poor girl probably gets ogled by every guy she comes into contact with, without having to deal with some old woman almost twice her age.

“So, what are we doing today, then? A new style, yes?” She approached me from behind, draping a gown over me.

“Yes please!” I beamed while she tucked everything in. She ran her hands through my hair, a motion I found oddly intimate. I was suddenly very aware of her chest just inches away from the back of my head. Looking in the mirror, I could see her right breast almost resting on my shoulder. I tried to ignore it.

“Um, so I want a good bit of length off, perhaps down to shoulder length…” I described what I wanted done as Jade expertly combed my hair. Once or twice, I felt her breasts brushing against my head. The poor girl probably couldn’t help it; just one of the downsides of doing this job while being so… generously proportioned, I guessed.

“Soo…” Jade murmured once I’d finished. “I mean, sure. I can do that. But isn’t that basically the same thing you have now? Just… shorter?”

“Um, well, yes, but I haven’t had it that short since, oh, well, college I guess?”

“Mmm hmm.” Jade teased my long hair with her fingers. “But still… I thought you wanted to be a little bolder? Isn’t that what you said?” She lifted up a lock of my hair. “This is nice, you have lovely hair. But… It’s a bit of an old fashioned style, if you don’t mind me saying. You’re young, free and single now.” She smiled her pretty smile. “Go on, be bold.”

“Um. So what do you suggest?” I was intrigued. She was probably right. Perhaps it was time to ditch the staid housewife look and live a little.

“Well, you could have an undercut like mine,” Jade lifted her own hair to show her neatly cropped temple under her longer hair. She laughed as she saw my stunned look. “Okay, perhaps that’s a little too much. But how about we get some more of this length off, and then…”

She carried on describing her new vision for me, brushing her hands through my hair as she spoke. Something about layers, some talk about being able to wear it up or down, something about highlights. But I kept losing concentration; all I could concentrate on was her hands stroking my hair, her boobs gently brushing my head and shoulders as she spoke.

“Um, okay.” I realised Jade had stopped, apparently expecting an answer. “You seem to have a better sense for these things than I do. So… what the heck. We’ll go with your idea.”

“Awesome.” Jade smiled that smile again. “We’ll have to do the highlights another day, but I can do the style now.” She grabbed her scissors and got to work.

“So tell me about the divorce, then. What happened to Mr Simmons. Do we hate him?”

I laughed. “Yeah, we do. It’s an age-old story. Ran off with the secretary. Or personal assistant, or whatever she was. Now I’m a middle aged divorcee that got traded in for a younger model. I’m a walking cliche!”

Jade laughed with me, a pretty laugh. ”Well, you’re better off without him.” We lapsed into idle chatter for a few minutes as I watched her expertly snip my hair, taking over half the length off. I found myself almost mesmerised as she worked, our conversation tapering off as I admired her slim body as she bent and twisted. Her breasts in particular… it had been a long time since I’d thought of another woman that way. That was a side of me I’d put aside long ago.

“I know you’re looking at my boobs, you know.” Jade suddenly broke the silence.

I was mortified. I hadn’t realised I was being that obvious about it. “Um, I-I wasn’t. I’m sorry, I was just daydreaming…” I locked eyes with her in the mirror, expecting her to be annoyed, but she was smiling.

“I don’t mind. I like it when women look at my chest. A lot of people do, you know. They think I can’t tell because they’re looking in the mirror.” She carried on snipping away at my locks.

“No, really. I was miles away, sorry if it looked like…” I trailed off, realising she probably wasn’t believing a word. I couldn’t think what to say next; her boldness had caught me off guard. “I’m not surprised they get a lot of attention, though. They’re very…” I tried to think of a word that suggested a compliment but that I wasn’t personally interested in them. “Pretty.” I finished, lamely. 

“I said it’s alright. Stare away. I enjoy the attention.” Jade grinned.

I didn’t reply. I honestly couldn’t think of anything to say to that.

I spent the next couple of minutes trying to show I was looking at anything but Jade – and her chest particularly. I admired the light fixtures, I developed an interest in the hair colour display to the side. I made eye contact with Jade, making sure she knew I was looking at her face and not… down there.

I failed completely. Inexorably, I found myself staring at her body more and more. Brief glances here and there as she worked, slowly getting longer and more lingering. I couldn’t help myself, not after Jade’s odd comments. She wanted me to look? Even with my own modest assets, I was always acutely aware and a little embarrassed when men stared at me like that. 

I couldn’t be sure, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she was putting on a little bit of a show for me. Was I imagining it, or had her lean become a little more pronounced, to show a little more cleavage? How many of those accidental brushes against my head were actually accidental?

The atmosphere in the salon had become strangely charged, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I was suddenly very aware we were the only two people left in the salon.

“There. Done.” Jade stepped back, breaking my reverie. I realised that despite my best efforts I’d been pretty much staring at her as she worked for the last couple of minutes. “What do you think?”

“Um. It looks great!” I looked at myself in the mirror, suddenly shifting mental gears as I remembered why we were here. Jade had done a good job; her style looked a lot better than my original idea, which now I thought about it looked sort of dowdy.

As pleased as I was with the style, I felt a little pang of disappointment that it was over. I’d been enjoying our time in an odd sort of way. Perhaps she’d do the colours another night and we could do this again…

“I knew you’d like it.” Jade frowned a little, scooping up my now quite short tresses from my shoulders. “But… I think you’d look better if it was a little shorter. What do you think?”

It was already a little shorter than I’d planned on, but I had to admit I looked good. And it sounded like a chance to get a little more time with this girl…

“Um, yes, if you think it would look good?”

“Let’s do it then!” Jade picked up her scissors again. “I think we’ll go completely off the shoulder this time.” She lifted my hair up and got to work. I watched her work in silence for a minute, still trying to pretend – at least to her – that I wasn’t staring at her chest.

After a minute or two, she leaned over me, locking eyes through the mirror as she smiled. I could feel her boobs pressing into the back of my head. “I said I don’t mind you looking, you know,” she whispered. “You don’t have to pretend.”

Well. So much for that pretence. I didn’t know what to say. “Um…” was all I could manage, followed by “sorry.” There didn’t seem much point trying to deny it this time.

Jade straightened up. “I said it was okay.” As if to press home the point, she pulled her top down a little, exposing a little more of her cleavage. “Don’t be shy.”

Well, if pretending wasn’t going to work, then why bother? I carried on watching her as she worked, openly enjoying the little bit of extra cleavage she’d exposed. The sexual tension was palpable now; Jade was definitely putting on a little show as she worked. Emboldened by her words and feeling more than a little aroused, I fixed my gaze on her body. I could see her smiling softly when I looked up at her face.

Little by little, my hair was snipped down to neck length, shorter than it had been in more than twenty years, giving me some sort of bob. It was an interesting look, one I liked better than I thought. But my mind wasn’t even on that; all my attention was on Jade and the undeniable sexual tension building between us. I felt stirrings in my crotch, a lust I hadn’t properly felt for months now.

She stepped out from behind me, appearing in my side vision now as well as the mirror. I allowed myself to notice she had a lovely curvy bum to match her chest.

She bent down, her face level with mine. “Would you like a better view?” She whispered, a playful note in her voice.

“W-what do you mean?” I stuttered. I knew exactly what she meant, but I was way out of my depth. What if she was just talking about my hair or something innocent?

“You know what I mean.” She pulled her top down a little further, allowing me a look at the top of her bra.

“Um.” Nothing in life had prepared me for this. It was one thing just playfully ogling, but to actually admit I wanted to see more? Christ, this girl couldn’t be much more than twenty. Almost half my age!

But I was already out of my depth anyway. Might as well go down this rabbithole. “Um. I’d like that.” I smiled up at her, awkwardly.

“I’d like it too.” Jade straightened up and pulled off her top, casting it on the chair beside her. She was wearing a lacy white bra, a surprisingly delicate, feminine one that only just managed to contain her breasts. I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin material. I wasn’t surprised at all to see they were pierced.

All pretence gone now, I openly ogled her. “They’re beautiful,” I breathed. “You’re beautiful,” I added, a little louder. The words sounded strange coming from my mouth. Had I really just said that out loud?

Jade just smiled as she picked up her scissors and got back to work, delicately snipping away strands of my fringe. Her lace-clad breasts brushed against my head, my shoulders, softly teasing me. There was no way her touches were accidental now.

I was finding it harder and harder to ignore the feeling between my legs. My mind was in a spin – so many new feelings and experiences! – but my pussy knew exactly how to react. I felt a burning need to touch myself there as I watched this beautiful young girl. Almost without realising, my hand slipped between my legs under the cover of the shawl wrapped around me.

Jade straightened up, looking down at her work. She looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Hmm, not sure about this one. Looks a little businesslike, don’t you think? A little plain again.”

I looked at myself in the mirror. She was right; while my last style had been a little exciting and had made me look ten years younger, this one made me look like a no-nonsense businesswoman. Perhaps we should have stuck to the other style.

“A little shorter?” Jade grinned, picking up the scissors again.

“Shorter? I gasped. My hair was already way shorter than I’d ever even dared to consider before. And she wanted to take even more off?

“I reckon you’d look amazing with a pixie sort of style. Like that one.” She pointed at a picture on the wall; a young woman with an almost boyish short style.

“Oh, I don’t know…” I said, unsure. Perhaps it would be better to call it good here; this would grow out soon enough anyway and I could get back to that last style.

But that would have meant ending the session, calling it a night. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. This was… well, it was something. I wasn’t entirely sure what that something was, but I knew I wanted more of it.

“Well. Okay.” I said, uncertainly. “Let’s give it a try.”

A strange look crossed Jade’s face. “Yes.” She agreed, stroking my hair softly. “Let’s try it.” She got to work once again with her scissors, snipping even more length off my hair.

I could sense something had changed between us. The atmosphere in the quiet salon, already highly charged, had become almost palpably sexual. Jade wasn’t bothering to pretend she wasn’t pressing her breasts against my head and for my part I was happy to openly gaze on her amazing body while she worked on my hair.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked when she saw me looking. I could sense a slight mocking tone in her voice, but there seemed to be no malice behind it.

“Y-yes.” I whispered. “Yes, I am,” I repeated, a little more boldly. I was enjoying the view and it was clear that Jade was enjoying whatever was happening here. It was time to stop being so shy.

“I could tell.” Jade put down her scissors and stared at me through the mirror.

It should have been obvious where this was going, but her next move still took me by surprise. Without a word and without breaking her gaze, she simply reached behind her and unclipped her bra, tossing it aside to join her top.

I simply stared, mesmerised. Her breasts were beautiful. Still firm and perky with youth, the gentle swell of her flesh highlighted by two smallish pink nipples.

“Oh my…” I breathed as Jade picked up her tools and stepped back behind me again. I felt her breasts pushing against my head once again, this time unfettered by any material.

I couldn’t help myself any longer. Using the cover of the shawl wrapped around me, I sneakily let my fingers move between my legs, stroking myself through the thin material. I thanked myself for wearing these thin leggings and not something bulky like jeans. I suppressed a little sigh as I found my spot. Damn, I was horny! I’d have to be careful. I didn’t want to leave here with a damp spot on my crotch.

We lapsed back into silence for a minute or two. Jade worked on my hair while I subtly stroked myself under the covers and watched her bare breasts bouncing around as she moved.

The whole experience had become incredibly erotic. It had maybe started as just a simple haircut, but it had become so much else in the last few minutes. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Jade as she sculpted my hair into a style I’d never even have considered for myself. I was mesmerised. Bewitched.

Jade put the scissors down. “What do you think?” She ran a hand through my hair, a strangely proprietary gesture.

Oh yes, my hair. I’d almost forgotten. I tore my gaze away to look properly at my new style. It looked…

“It’s amazing.” I breathed. “I look ten years younger.”

Jade grinned. “I told you. You look more modern. A bit more, I dunno, interesting? A bit less boring housewife.”

I flushed at that. I could see it now. I’d come into the salon looking like an average middle aged, middle class housewife and had fully planned to walk out looking exactly the same way. Staid. Boring. Frumpy.

Jade bent down, her lips close to my ear. “A bit more sexy.” she whispered.

She stood back up, a sly look on her face. “But I don’t think we’re done yet.” She picked up some clippers from the table. “Let’s take the back and sides a bit shorter.”

This time, she didn’t ask my opinion or wait for me to agree. Before I even thought to react, she brought the clippers to my neck and I felt a buzzing sensation on my flesh as she ran the clippers through my already short hair.

The tone had shifted again. I’d walked in as a customer, but something had just changed. Jade was in charge now, somehow. Without a word being said between us, she’d assumed control over me and I’d let her take it.

And it was driving me crazy. I could feel myself making little sighs masked by the buzzing of  the clippers, feel myself biting my lip as I watched short clumps of hair fall down on my gown.

The clippers stopped suddenly. “I know you’re playing with yourself under there, you know.”

I froze in shock. I’d thought I was being subtle, just stroking myself under the cover. How could she tell?

I looked down at my crotch; my hand was clearly outlined between my legs. It was obvious what was going on, and I wasn’t even moving! Shit.

“I didn’t say stop.” Jade’s voice was stern this time, although still with that slight mocking tone. She held my gaze in the mirror, her expression revealing nothing.

She seemed to be waiting for something.

Gingerly, I started moving my hand again. A slight moan escaped my lips. I was horny as hell; more aroused than I’d been in a long, long time. Something about this girl’s tone was setting something off inside me. I almost didn’t dare disobey.

She watched me for a moment before breaking into a smile. “That’s better.” The clippers buzzed into life again and she carried on with my hair.

I felt like a threshold had been crossed. She’d all but ordered me to masturbate in front of her. She’d humiliated me. And I’d let her. Gladly. What was happening? What did this mean?

I kept stroking myself as she worked, no longer trying to hide my movements. I watched her working away, her bare breasts covered in short strands of hair as she worked the clippers around the side of my head, clipping my hair down to something almost as short as her own undercut.

Finally, she put the clippers down and stepped back.

“There. I think we’re done. What do you reckon?”

I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair looked good, I had to admit. Way shorter than I’d ever have dared try myself, but that wasn’t even my concern now.

Done? Did she mean whatever was going on here was over? I’d just be paying up and walking out in a few minutes? Perhaps I’d misunderstood. Perhaps I’d been reading more into this than was actually happening.

“Um, yes, it looks amazing.” I ventured, not sure what was expected of me. “I can’t believe what a difference it’s made.”

“It does look good.” Jade nodded, before bending back down behind me. I could feel her breath against my ear – a weird sensation in itself, I wasn’t used to my ears being so uncovered. So naked.

“We can go a little shorter if you want.” She looked at me in the mirror, her eyes playful.

“Shorter?” I gasped. I was already looking quite boyish. How much shorter could my hair get? “Um…”

Her voice changed. Stern once more. “Let me make something clear. I think you know what’s going on here. You can leave here now with a good looking hairstyle. Go back to your normal life. Lunch with your friends. Dinner parties. Whatever it is you do. I’m fine with that. I’ll even happily be your regular stylist. Or you can stay here and…” she paused, her hand reaching down to stroke my own hand, still nestled between my legs. “well, you’ll give up a little bit of control. Or a lot. But I can promise you it’ll be a lot of fun.”

She stood back up. “It’s up to you, of course.” She idly picked up her clippers, brushing hairs out of the comb, waiting for my decision.

My mind raced as I stared at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t possibly go any shorter than this without looking strange. This would be a big step. What would my friends say if I showed up for lunch with a buzz cut?

But what Jade was hinting at intrigued me. It suggested a whole new dynamic I’d read about, but never dared to explore before except in my wildest fantasies .

Her whole demeanour had become dominant,controlling. I found myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I desired it. I desired her. She was making me feel things I hadn’t felt for a long time. And some things I’d never felt before.

I looked at her in the mirror as she casually cleaned her clippers. She was sexy. No doubt about it, and it had been Jade herself that had allowed me to think that way. She’d freed me from a cage I hadn’t even realised I was in. I had to get to know her more, but she’d made it clear that that would be on her own terms.

I didn’t know what to do.

“Yes, I’d like that.” I heard myself say. My voice sounded meek, uncertain. It took me a second to even realise it was me saying it. “We can go a bit shorter if you think it’d look good.”

Jade visibly beamed; apparently that was the right answer. “I do.” She pulled the comb off her clippers and attached another, much shorter one before stepping back behind me.

She held the clippers up to my forehead. No trimming my sides here; she was going to just run those clippers over the top of my head. A crew cut. I could feel myself trembling slightly.

“Are you sure?” She whispered softly. “No going back…”

I bit my lip. “I’m sure.”

“Good.” Unexpectedly, Jade stepped away and put the clippers down. Without a word, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her black leggings down to reveal a plain white thong. After pulling herself out of the stretchy fabric, she straightened up and faced me, letting me look at her near-naked form in the mirror.

“You stopped playing with yourself.” she sighed. “I told you not to stop.”

“Oh.” I’d stopped a little while back, my attention fully on watching her strip.

“Stroke that cunt,” she barked. “I want you wet.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, but her harsh tone demanded obedience. Almost without thinking, my finger started stroking between my legs again, now acutely conscious of her gaze on me. I shuddered slightly as a tingle ran through me.

“That’s better.”

Instead of moving back behind me, she stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror. She leaned over, her breasts swaying invitingly in front of me as I got my first up-close, in the flesh view of her chest. “Ready?” She grinned.

I simply nodded, realising she wasn’t going to let me see what she did to me next. I was almost beyond caring; this view was more than enough. My eyes were fixed on her nipples, fascinated by the shiny steel of her piercings. I had to fight the urge to lean forward and take one in my mouth.

She reached her hand out and I heard, then felt, the clippers buzz to life. The buzz turned to a crackle as Jade ran the clippers over the top of my head. I felt hairs sprinkling down my face, saw clumps of short hair landing on my chest. Judging by the length of the clipped hairs, this was a very close cut. I ached to see, but Jade was deftly blocking my view of the mirror with her body.

My emotions were a mess by this point; terrified of what I was doing, how I was going to face my friends tomorrow, yet so incredibly aroused by both the view of Jade’s amazing body and her utter dominance of me. I could feel my whole body trembling as Jade ran her clippers over my scalp. I could also feel my own wetness on my fingertips; I was soaking wet even through the material of my leggings. I let out a gasp.

“Hold steady.” Jade leaned even further forward, her chest pushing right into my face as she reached around to buzz the back of my head. I found myself smothered in her flesh, my vision filled with her perfect breasts. I could smell perfume mixed with a dizzying aroma of her sweat.

Suddenly the clippers turned off. Jade slid off and away from me, admiring her work. I tried to peer around her to see myself in the mirror, but her body filled my view.

“I bet you really want to see now, don’t you?” she smiled down at me as she ran her hand over my head. I could feel her fingers against my scalp. How short had she cut it?

“Yes please,” I said quietly. I did and I didn’t. On one hand, I really wanted to know what I looked like. On the other… I was terrified. I could already tell there was no way this could pass as just a normal short style.

“I thought you might.” Jade stepped to one side, finally allowing me a glimpse.

I gasped as I saw myself in the mirror, a look of shock reflected back at me in the mirror. “It’s so… short.” I breathed, not sure what else to say.

Jade’s last pass had indeed been a short one. Nobody could reasonably call this a pixie cut now. No, this was more like a crew cut. The sort of length you saw on army recruits. My hair – down to chest level when I’d walked into the salon a little more than an hour ago – was now uniformly about half an inch long.

Part of me wanted to cry. How could I go out like this? How could I face the world looking so… manly?

And yet. Another part of me, a large part of me, was buzzing with excitement. Excitement, yes, and lust. Jade had just stripped away a part of my femininity and I’d let her.

Jade stepped back behind me, her hand once again stroking through my hair.

“It’s pretty good, I think. But I want to go shorter.” She held up her clippers, the guard now removed completely.

“Um…” I started to protest, weakly. This would make me almost bald. But Jade wasn’t asking, I noticed.

My opinion didn’t matter; before I could say anything else she pressed the clippers against my scalp. The buzzing turned to a crackle again and suddenly a patch of hair on my temple was reduced to stubble. I watched with a mix of horror, fascination and excitement as Jade deftly buzzed my hair away, the remaining stubble now too short to even discern my hair colour. My scalp shone pinkly in the salon’s lights.

The clippers finally fell silent. I stared at my now almost bald head. What had I done? What had I agreed to? I still wasn’t even sure of what Jade had in store for me.

I tried to rationalise it. It probably won’t take long for my hair to grow in a bit. A month or so. In the meantime, maybe I should get a wig from somewhere. This wouldn’t be so bad. In a couple of months, this would be a funny story. A crazy moment to look back on.

“Nearly done.” Jade dropped the clippers down on her table.

Nearly? The sound of the clippers broke my train of thought.

I saw a flash of metal as Jade held up her last tool; a straight razor. 

“You’re going to shave me? I can’t go bald!” I whined.

“It’s not often I get to use this here,” Jade grinned, as if that was an answer. “Oh, don’t worry,” she added as she saw my look of consternation, “I know what I’m doing. I even use this on myself.”

She put the razor down and picked up a can of shaving gel. I yelped as the cold gel hit the top of my head, then had to suppress a giggle before it turned into hysterics. I was feeling so many feelings right now, I felt like I was going to explode.

“I love this part,” breathed Jade as she gently stroked the gel over my scalp. In the mirror, I looked like I was wearing some weird sort of hat. I had to suppress another giggle.

“Do you, um, do you do this very often?” I was intrigued. Jade was talking like shaving people bald was a regular thing for her. I mean, sure she was a hairdresser, but…

Jade laughed. “Only once before, actually. Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

That little comment oddly settled me, calmed a nagging doubt I hadn’t even realised I had. ‘Sometime’ suggested she planned to see me again, that this wasn’t just a one time thing. I wasn’t about to be kicked out of the salon sans hair, never to see Jade again.

“I’d like to hear that,” I smiled weakly at her through the mirror. “I guess I’m going to be another story for you to tell, too.”

Jade leaned down, her chest pressing against the back of my head. “Oh, you’re going to be so much more than just a story,” she whispered. When she straightened up again, her breasts were smeared with gel.

“Now. Hold very still. No sudden movements, please.” She once again picked up the razor.

I held myself stock still, save for a nervous trembling.

She looked down at me. “I meant your head.” She nodded at my crotch. “Keep playing with your pussy.”

Without realising, I’d stopped stroking myself. “Sorry,” I gave a bashful smile as I started moving my hand again.

“Good girl.” Jade scraped the blade over my scalp, taking off both gel and hair.

I let out a small moan. Good girl? There was something about those two simple words that just did something to me. I wanted to hear them again. Trying to control my breathing and keep my head still, I kept stroking my clit throught my leggings as I watched Jade slowly and methodically run her razor over my head. Little by little, my shiny scalp was revealed, wet and glistening.

“Done.” Jade dropped the razor on her table. She really was done now; I had no hair left to remove. I stared at myself in the mirror, my shockingly bald head slick and shiny with the remnants of the gel.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up.” As I watched in the mirror, Jade made some odd movements behind me then bent down behind the chair. When she straightened up again she was holding her tiny white thong in her hand and I realised she was now completely naked.

She gently rubbed her thong over my scalp, wiping up the last remnants of the shaving gel. It was a strange sensation; all my life I’d had hair there and to suddenly feel bare skin was a whole new world for me.

Jade squirted some oil on her hands and started rubbing it into my scalp, making my already shiny head glisten in the salon lights.

“Now, I’m sure you’re now thinking about how long it’ll take to grow back out. And probably thinking about getting a wig.” She paused her massage. “Aren’t you?”

“Um, yes.” I admitted. I’d already decided which hat I was going to dig out of the cupboard as soon as I got home.

Jade resumed her scalp massage. “Well, here’s the thing. You’re mine now. This lovely smooth head is proof of that. I did this to you. And so as long as you’re mine, I don’t want you covering it up and I don’t want you growing it back. Not yet at least. Understood?”

I bit my lip as I looked at my shiny scalp. This was a lot to ask. “But… what about when I see my friends?”

Jade just shook her head.

I weighed up my options. I could lie, I supposed. Wear a wig when she wasn’t around and just not tell her. But no, that didn’t seem right. Already, the thought of defying her, disobeying her, was out of the question. Plus I’d be constantly worrying about her spotting me.

So just say no? End this whole thing and walk away? No, not after I’d come this far. If I walked away now then this whole thing would have been for nothing.

The only option was to do as I was told. At least for a while. See what was down the rabbit hole.

“Um, okay.” I said, meekly. “I understand.”

That got a half smile. “You understand…?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant for a second. She seemed to be expecting more. Then it hit me.

“…Mistress?” I ventured.

The smile completed. “Good girl.”

I shivered slightly. I could get to like that phrase.

“Now,” Jade started peeling the gown off me, the last remnants of my hair falling to the floor as she lifted it off. “I want to see you again tomorrow. This time at my place. We can have much more fun there.” She dropped the gown into a basket. “Stand up, please. Let me take a look at you.”

I stood up, my body aching after being sat still for so long. I took in Jade’s now fully naked body. I noticed with some surprise that she had almost a full, if neatly trimmed, bush between her legs, her pussy lips peeking out. Perhaps less surprisingly, however, it was dyed a vivid blue. A couple of small glints of metal suggested she had piercings down there too. I suddenly wanted to sink to my knees and have a closer look.

“Like what you see?” Jade gazed at me.

“Um, yes.” I replied, sheepishly. Even after everything that had happened tonight, I still felt a little embarrassed to be caught peeking. “It’s very… pretty.”

Jade laughed. “I’ll give you a proper look tomorrow. Do you have hair there?”

“Um, I do, yes.” I blushed, desperately hoping she wouldn’t demand to see. I’d let myself go a little there and things were a little… wild. In my defence, I wasn’t expecting to be showing it to anyone tonight.

Jade just nodded. “Not for long, you won’t. Enjoy it while you can.”

“Oh. Okay” The suggestion took me aback slightly. “…Mistress.” I added, savouring the word. It felt strange to be calling someone that, particularly someone half my age. Strange, but exciting and somehow right..

She stepped forward, embracing me. I could feel her breasts pressing against mine, her nipples pushing against me. Her hands stroked my head, reminding me once more of my newly bald scalp.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” she whispered. “And if you open yourself up to possibilities, I think you’re going to have a lot of fun too.”

With that, she leaned in and kissed me, giving me my first taste of another woman’s lips. She felt soft, smooth.

She broke off the kiss and stepped back. “Call me tomorrow,” she grabbed a card from her table and pushed it into my hand. “About seven. I’ll tell you where to go. But for now, I gotta clean this place up.” She grabbed a robe from a nearby hook and deftly covered herself up. “Come on, I’ll see you out.”

Still feeling slightly dazed, I allowed Jade to lead me through the salon to the front door.

“But I haven’t paid…” I murmured, still slightly dazed.

Jade laughed. “Oh, you have. Not with money, but I definitely got something out of this.” 

She kissed me again as she held the door open. I could feel the cool night air blowing across my scalp – something else I was going to have to get used to, I guessed.

“Goodnight Rachel. I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“Um, goodnight, um, Mistress.” Now I was at the door with the normal world outside, I felt suddenly scared. I was going to have to walk through town like this. With my bald head on display. I couldn’t hide this.

Jade must have noticed my hesitancy. “You’ll be fine. You look awesome. People will stare, yeah. Let ‘em. Be proud. Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

I nodded, smiling. Crudely put, but she was right. “I will, Mistress. Thank you.”

I heard the door shut behind me as I turned around to face the street.

(Did you enjoy that? Go read part 2 here: A Little Shorter Part 2)