0 comments/ 60272 views/ 1 favorites Hair Slave Training Ch. 01 By: Raool She opened the sealed envelope that he had left for her. It read BRUSH YOUR HAIR OUT. MAKE IT SOFT AND SILKY YOU MUST GO TO "CUT N CHATTER" BEAUTY SALON 2525 NORTH DAYMAR BLVD YOU MUST BE THERE BY 3pm ASK FOR KATHY, SHE KNOWS WHAT TO DO. It was 2:30. She went in the bathroom and began to brush her hair as instructed. It was long, it hung to her brastrap, it was all one length and was a lovely rich chestnut brown and was very shiny. She loved her hair. She had never been to the Cut N Chatter salon, she did not know Kathy... she did not know what was to be done to her. She stepped out of the car, it was 2:55pm. She opened the salon door and went in. The Cut N Chatter Salon was what could be termed quaint or old fashioned. It was definitely more of a Beauty Shop than a Styling Salon. And it was small, only 3 chairs. An older woman was sitting in the first styling chair reading a magazine. She was the only person in the salon. She looked up and smiled. "Hi you must be Lorri! I'm Kathy, come on over and have a seat." She sat down and Kathy lifted her long hair and snapped a green vinyl cape around her neck. She began to brush Lorri's hair smooth. "Wow you just have the prettiest hair, this will be fun" Lorri spoke for the first time "uhm...... what exactly are we doing?" Kathy laughed "oh, didn't he tell you dear? Well he wanted you to get all fancied up so he could take you out tonight. He wants me to give you a good old fashioned Upstyle... He told me you said you'd never had one done the old way with doing a shampoo and set, using the old curlers instead of a curling iron. So you just relax, he wants you to feel pampered!" With that she took Lorri to the shampoo bowl, laying her back and dousing her hair with floods of warm water. She turned the water off and applied a liberal amount of a fresh citrus scented shampoo. Lorri closed her eyes as Kathy massaged her scalp, digging lightly with her nails. Another dousing to rinse and a general pat down with a thick terrycloth towel. Back at the styling chair Kathy dug her fingers deep into a jar of pink styling gel and slathered the entire length of her hair. She sectioned off different areas of her hair with a comb and began to wind and wrap Lorri's locks around large plastic rollers. Soon Lorri was perched under a hot hair dryer, slightly dozing...... Kathy sat back in the chair and picked up her magazine... she lit up a cigarette.... seeing this, Lorri reached into her purse and lit up her own cigarette... She drew deeply on it, letting the flavor fill her lungs.... her head tightly wrapped... the hot air turning her scalp pink.... A half hour later she was back in the styling chair, Kathy unwinding her now controlled locks from the curlers... she looked in the mirror at her head covered in huge sausage curls and giggled... With deft fingers Kathy smoothed some curls and pinned others... she teased here... combed there... and everything was saturated with a hearty dose of cheap, generic hairspray, the old aerosol kind. Kathy took the cape off and said "There ya go! Do you feel pampered?" and she laughed. Lorri laughed and said "Yes, I do, thank you" She handed Kathy the $30 he had left on the kitchen table and went to her car. She glanced in the rear view mirror and was surprised how much she liked the style. Her hair piled high, cute ringlets and curls, she looked like she was ready for a prom.... she drove home. He came home from work, smiled at her new look... he bent her forward and kissed her nape.. nipping it slightly with his teeth... she liked that. He took her out for an elegant dinner, she was dressed in his favorite outfit... a long, tight fitting simple black dress..... she felt so pretty in her updo. On the way home he looked at her.... "You think you're hot shit, don't you?" She didn't say anything.... "I saw how you were flirting with the waiter... you SLUT!" She lowered her eyes.... He reached over and grabbed her left breast hard, pinching her nipple... she winced.. "We get home I'm going to show you just how hot you AREN'T" He drove the rest of the way home still pinching her tit.... The minute they walked in the house he grabbed her by the back of the dress, he jerked the zipper down so hard she knew he must've ripped it, he pulled the dress down on either side pinning her arms... he grabbed her by the back of the neck and walked her into the spare bedroom. He guided her into the spare bathroom. "Get on your fucking knees BITCH!" She knelt... she was in front of the toilet... "I've been filling this the past 2 days!" He lifted the lid... the bowl was full of piss, it was a deep, dark golden color and extremely pungent.... she knew the last two days every time he had to pee he'd done it in this bathroom... and hadn't flushed.... He grabbed her by the nape and pushed her over the bowl until her forehead was skimming the surface of the contents... her arms still pinned to her sides.. She heard the metal of his belt buckle.... then the rasping as he pulled it from his pants.... *CRACK* he brought the leather of the belt down on her shoulders..... *CRACK* again.... this time harder... it stung so sweetly..... *CRACK* even harder... this time she slipped forward, up to her hairline in the piss.... He laughed at her "So, little Miss Hot Shit Lorri... flirting with dumbass waiters" She heard his zipper..... "Miss Priss Lorri with her fancy hairdo..... her SLUT hairdo!" with that she felt his hot stream on the nape of her neck... stronger now, he guided his molten flow into the soft curls... she felt her updo being drenched, ruined... the piss began to dribble around her ears... she felt it trickle over the crown of her head and onto her forehead... it began to drip into the toilet now.... splashing her face... his stream kept on.. he'd had several beers over supper... not only was her head getting wet but she knew her pussy was getting wet now too.... He moaned with relief, the sound of a too full bladder finally being emptied... by the time he was done her curls were drenched... he laughed... She began to sit up but he grabbed her by the nape "Oh no BITCH! I'm not done with your Golden Shampoo yet! And with that he shoved her forward, down into the bowl... like Kathy he began to massage her hair, ripping the hair pins out and ruining her afternoon of pampering.... he grabbed his belt in the other hand and began to strap her ass... 5...6...7 times, she lost count.. her pussy was throbbing now... He pulled her up from the bowl, she gasped for air... her now loose hair flopped limply down her back, the curls gone... piss trickled down her entire body, over her face, ruining her makeup... He reached over to the sink and grabbed her 12 inch dildo he'd placed there.... he slammed it up her pussy and she winced and moaned all in the same breath... such is the proximity of pleasure and pain... "Now you sit there and FUCK yourself you CUNT!!! Make yourself cum!" She was so close, that wouldn't be hard.... He had dropped his pants now and was hard as steel... he shoved all of himself into her mouth "SUCK ME YOU SLUT... SUCK ME LIKE YOU WANT TO SUCK THE WAITER!!! She was soooooo close, she was fucking herself with the dildo and sucking him off... Suddenly he pulled from her mouth and pulled her head forward, rubbing his cock on the top of her head, wrapping himself in her hair.. she saw his leg muscles tighten... heard his moan and then felt his hot sticky cum shoot onto her scalp... he was spewing his cum all over her hair... she then began to spasm... she came so hard that her back muscles pitched her forward.... They both collapsed together on the bathroom floor...hugging each other, they fell asleep......... Hair Slave Training Ch. 02 Lorri stood before the bathroom mirror, admiring herself. It had been a couple of days since her golden shampoo. She stroked her luscious, silky hair with the brush, following it with her other hand. She thought the piss soaking had actually made her hair softer and shinier, it probably had something to do with the pH. She focused on the bottom of her hair, not a single split end. She was very proud of that. She looked up to the mirror and saw him. She gave a short cry at being startled, she wasn't expecting him. She turned around, embarrassed she'd been caught primping, she stammered out a few words, her eyes on his feet. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't... didn't know you were coming home for lunch. I haven't....... haven't fixed anything." She began to slide around him, on her way to the kitchen. He put a strong hand on her shoulder and stopped her. "No, I hadn't told you I was coming home." He guided her to the toilet and sat her down. He dropped several rubber bands on the counter and picked up a comb. Without a word he began to comb her hair, parting it off in various ways, she was not sure what he was doing. He brushed one section of hair smooth, grabbed one of the rubber bands and twisted it around the section of hair. He put the band on very tight, winding it several times. He repeated the same steps several more times then stepped back to admire his work, and laughed heartily at her. "Shit, you look fucking STUPID! Get over here and look at yourself in the mirror." Lorri stood up and looked. He had parted her hair straight down the center of her head, from forehead to nape. He had divided her silky hair into six distinct ponytails, two in back, like pigtails, one on each side of her head and two in front, but he had placed the rubber bands at uneven lengths. Of the two in back, one band was placed about four inches from her nape, the other at six inches. The pony on the left side had the band set about eight inches down, the one on the right at five inches. On top he had taken all of the hair from the crown and brushed it forward, these two ponytails were set evenly, about three inches from the hairline at the forehead, they hung down on either side of her face giving her the look of a grasshopper with droopy antennae. Again he laughed. He stepped up behind her and bent her over the vanity, he lifted the black leather skirt he made he wear around the house, she wore no panties, he shoved his already hard cock up her ass and moaned at its tightness. He was hard but dry... her pain was electrifying...she shivered. He began to thrust. Again and again. She slid her hand towards her wet pussy, he grabbed her wrist and slammed her hand on the counter top. "Did I TELL you that you could touch yourself SLUT?" "No." She whispered. "No WHAT, you fucking CUNT?" "No SIR." He began slamming her ass again. "This one is just for ME. Now tighten your fat ass BITCH!" He pounded again and again, he grabbed one of the ponytails in back and pulled hard, her head yanked back. He moaned and she could feel his hot cum shooting up her ass, he bent over her, panting. He stood and withdrew his now limp cock from her throbbing, raw ass. "I have to go back to work bitch, clean me up, I don't want to go back smelling like a fucking slut's asshole!" She reached for the washcloth, he slapped it from her hand. "Not with that, stupid bitch, with your MOUTH!" She tenderly lifted his sticky, wet cock and began to lick it. "Lick it clean!" She did. Before he left for work he gave her two orders, her hair was to remain in this style until he returned home after work, and she was to follow his orders in the envelope on the kitchen table. Lorri opened the envelope and read the directions. She grabbed the car keys and went out the door. She looked in the rear view mirror while at the stoplight. She looked ridiculous, ponytails in every direction and the "antennae" drooping over her face. She glanced at his note. 1. GO TO CAR SPA ON WEST SAHARA AND GET THE CAR WASHED. WHEN YOU PAY THE PIMPLY FACED GEEK FOR THE WASH, ASK HIM IF HE LIKES OLDER WOMEN ASK HIM IF HE LIKES YOUR HIP NEW HAIRDO WINK AT HIM AND LICK YOUR LIPS As she drove the sparkling clean car away, her face flushed with embarrassment, she watched in the rearview mirror as the car wash attendant motioned for her to come back. He had told her he had a back room where they could go for some "fun." He must've been all of seventeen. She was relieved the note had not said she had to fuck him. She picked up the note. 2. GO TO THE SALON AT THE BELLAGIO WALK UP TO THE RECEPTION DESK AND TELL THEM YOU WOULD LIKE TO PURCHASE A BOTTLE OF SHAMPOO. WHILE THE RECEPTIONIST IS RINGING IT UP, ASK HER IF SHE LIKES YOUR HAIRDO. TELL HER YOU ARE TRYING TO START A FASHION TREND AND YOU PREDICT THAT SOON SHE WILL SEE THE STYLISTS AT THE SALON DOING STYLES EXACTLY LIKE YOURS. As she was walking out of the gorgeous, gilded salon with her $20 bottle of shampoo she heard the receptionist remark to one of the stylists "Oh my god! Quick, come here and catch a look at this crazy woman's hair! And you won't believe what she said to me." Lorri got on the crowded elevator, her face beet red, she didn't even notice the expressions on the faces of the people in the elevator. Back in her car, she again picked up the note. 3. GO TO RALEY'S GROCERY ON WEST SAHARA PICK UP A GALLON OF VANILLA ICE CREAM, A SQUEEZE BOTTLE OF HONEY AND 3 BOXES OF TROJAN RUBBERS. AT THE CHECKOUT ASK THE GIRL IF SHE LIKES YOUR HAIRDO POINT TO THE RUBBERS AND SAY TO HER "I'M PLANNING ON A FUN NIGHT TONIGHT... I'M A SLUT" Lorri practically ran out of the grocery, almost dropping her bag of items, almost embarrassed to tears. She thought the teenaged girl at the checkout was going to die laughing when she'd told her she was a slut. She couldn't believe the girl had actually said "Well, yeah, I'd say you are!" That was the last item on her list, she drove home. He was there when she walked in. She put the ice cream in the freezer. He yelled for her to come to the spare bathroom. Once there he made her strip. He sat her in a chair in front of the mirror. "Did you do as I instructed?" She nodded. "How did it make you feel, slut?" He demanded. "Embarrassed" She whispered, her eyes in her lap. "What? Do you mean you don't like this hairstyle? Would you like to change it now?" She nodded, "Please Sir." He laughed and said with a sneer "You should be careful what you wish for." He produced a pair of scissors, they were the large, long shears she used for cutting cloth when she sewed. He handed them to her and said "You will change your hairdo. You will cut your pretty little ponytails off. Right at the rubber bands. Cut them so the band stays on the cut off piece, so I can keep the tail as a tribute." Lorri hesitated. He stood up. "BITCH! I SAID CUT YOUR FUCKING HAIR OFF...NOW!" She reached to the right side and slowly began to snip through the ponytail, as soon as it was off he snatched it out of her hand and twirled it over his head, laughing. She removed the left pony, handing him the severed locks, then she removed the front two "antennae." Lorri was having trouble reaching the ponytails in back. He threw his handful of hair on the counter and snatched the shears from her. "Oh for chrissakes, give me those you STUPID CUNT!" He grabbed the first tail and jerked her head back, he chopped, more than snipped through it and tossed the cut piece into her lap and began to work on the other one. She toyed with the ponytail in her lap, it was at least 7 or 8 inches long, so soft and silky. He grabbed a handful of hair at her crown and jerked her head up so she could see in the mirror. She was horrified! Her once beautiful sheet of hair was now mangled, chopped in ragged uneven lengths. Her bangs hanging to her eyes, her hair to her shoulders in one spot, down her back in another. She began to cry. He turned to leave, saying "Shut the fuck up BITCH. You aren't done yet.... get dressed" Once she was dressed he gave her one more note. It said: YOU WILL GO TO THE MASTERCUTS IN MEADOWS MALL YOU WILL REQUEST A STYLIST CALLED "CHOCOLATE" SHE IS WAITING TO MEET YOU, SHE HAS BEEN TOLD YOU MESSED UP YOUR OWN HAIR. Lorri saw the shocked look on Chocolate's face. The stylist shook her head and said "Whew! Honey, your husband said you really messed it up but he didn't say you had done THAT bad of a job! What were you trying to do sugar? Cut layers in it?" Lorri just nodded. Chocolate laughed a gentle laugh and told her she'd fix her up. She cautioned that she'd most likely have to cut some short layers but that she'd salvage as much as she could. An hour later Lorri was walking out of the mall, her hair once again in a presentable style. Chocolate had to cut it to her shoulders and it was cut completely in layers, but it was once again bouncy and sexy and swingy. Lorri got in the car and looked in the rearview mirror. Her hair hadn't been this short for years, but it looked good. She'd get used to this length she was sure. The sun was going down as she drove home to him. Hair Slave Training Ch. 03 It was dark when Lorri pulled into the driveway. She entered the house and the minute the door was closed his voice boomed from the spare bedroom. "GET IN HERE NOW SLUT!" She hurried in. He was wearing tight, black, crotchless leather shorts, a black leather mask and nothing else. His cock hung low, thick and ready. He held his whip. He had crafted it himself, it had 5 short leather straps each with a metal barb at the end. The barbs were simple, the metal stars from a child's game of Jacks. Simple, yet very effective. "Strip for me BITCH!" Lorri slowly began taking her clothes off, letting them drop to her feet. He walked around her, admiring her body. His hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of her head, jerking it back. He leaned close and whispered in her ear. "You stupid WHORE, look what you've done to your hair, you FUCKED it up!" "I'm... I'm... sorry...." she whispered. "Not good enough you fucking assed cunt!" "Go sit in the tub." She hurried into the spare bathroom and sat down in the large empty tub, the tile was cold and sent a shiver up her spine. He followed her in. He held something in his hand. It was her black sleep mask, he fitted it over her eyes, she could see nothing. "Lay back and wait bitch." She laid back, the cold tub now sending shivers throughout her entire body. She heard him leave. He was gone several minutes, she heard things, but she did not know what he was doing. Suddenly his hand spread her legs apart roughly, her knees banging the sides of the tub. And just as suddenly she experienced an intense pain as he shoved something up her pussy, she moaned in pain and ecstasy "Oh God!" It hurt, it stung. She wasn't sure what she felt but every muscle in her pussy contracted at the same time, cramping. She felt juices flowing from her cunt to her ass. And now he was touching each of her nipples... "Ohhhh....ow" It hurt so bad but she could feel her nipples rise and stiffen under the stuff he'd glopped on them. His hand grabbed her chin and roughly opened her mouth.... he shoved another glop of the stuff in and forced her mouth closed and held it. It hurt! Lorri's temples began to throb, there was a stabbing pain that shot from her teeth straight through her skull. He stuffed a small bit of the stuff in each ear, now she could neither see nor hear. The goo in her mouth began to liquefy, it was sweet, it was, the vanilla ice cream she'd bought earlier! He grabbed her and roughly flipped her over, she was trying to swallow the ice cream, trying to ease the headache it had given her. A handful of ice cream was shoved up her ass, the shock made her body spasm. Her mouth opened reflexively, as she moaned, the glob of ice cream in her mouth dropped out. Her mouth wide open, she moaned, she was drooling. The melted cream running out freely. She was also getting very wet. She could feel the ice cream melting in her pussy, flowing and dripping down her legs. Her ears were now clearing, the cream streaming out of her ears and down her face. "On your knees BITCH!" he thundered. Lorri raised to her knees, her back towards him. "So you just had to fuck up your hair, didn't you?" Through chattering teeth she whispered "Yes sir" "STUPID BITCH!" The first lash caught her by surprise, striking her between the shoulder blades. It stung. Lorri squealed. The Jacks were fastened so that only the blunted ends would strike her, they would raise welts, but would not cut her flesh. "FUCKING WHORE!" The second and third lashes caught her mid back, she moaned. "COCKSUCKING SLUT!" The next three hit her ass squarely. She was so wet, her own juices, mixed with the remains of the ice cream flowed down her thighs. "STAND UP AND FACE ME CUNT!" As soon as she was on her feet he was inside her, slamming her against the tile wall. He was hard as steel and his throbbing hot cock parted her frozen pussy like the proverbial hot knife through butter. Again and again he slammed into her. She was so close now. Again. He shoved a handful of solid ice cream against her left nipple, the pain shot to her armpit and she spasmed. He throbbed, their bodies convulsed together. The muscles in her pussy contracted around his throbbing dick as they came together. He slowly pulled out of her, her hand slipped down and gave him a few final, slow strokes. She brought her hand up, it was sticky with their juices. She licked her hand clean. He spun her around and forced her to her knees again. "I'm taking the mask off but do not open your eyes. You need to clean yourself up bitch" He pulled the mask off, she heard motion behind her. "You spent twenty fucking dollars on goddamned shampoo? You stupid goddamn slut! Here, lets use it all and get your fucking hair really clean!" With that he began to pour. Lorri felt the gooey rich liquid hit the top of her head and begin flowing. She had never shampooed without water before, and she wasn't sure how it would work. He was shaking the bottle to get every last drop out. It had begun to slowly seep throughout her hair, flowing over the top layer, dripping onto her shoulders, over her forehead. He'd stepped back. "Don't just sit there dammit. Shampoo!" She put her hands to her head and began to work it through. It felt thick, sticky. He laughed at her, he threw the empty bottle in the tub in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw the bottle was shaped like a cute little bear. she read the label. HONEY Lorri brought her hands down, they were covered with gooey honey. She had worked it completely through her hair. He laughed heartily at her.. "You stupid slut. I'm going to bed, you do NOT leave this room until you make sure you clean yourself up." He left the room, laughing. Lorri stepped out of the tub, turned the water on, she would need to have very hot water to help cut the honey. She picked up her new bottle of shampoo from the counter. It was empty. She grabbed the old bottle of shampoo from under the sink, it too was empty. He had poured them both out. She turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the stinging hot water drench her. All that she had available was a bar of Dial soap. She hesitated, then raised it to her hair and began to lather. It took six washings with the bar soap before her hair finally felt clean. She stepped from the shower, wrapped herself in a huge, thick, terrycloth towel. She wiped the steamy wall mirror with a hand towel and picked up her hand mirror. Turning her back to the wall mirror, she lifted the hand mirror in front of her. Six bright red trails crisscrossed down her back. Lorri smiled and went to bed. Hair Slave Training Ch. 04 Lorri woke to his light touch on her back. He saw she was awake and leaned close, kissed her cheek and whispered "Good morning baby." He was applying the cooling ginseng balm to the welts on her back. It felt wonderful. She rolled over, her hand found its way to his crotch. She toyed with his cock, it immediately began to swell. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. She began to slowly stroke him, he rolled over on top of her and slid deeply inside her. She purred, he felt so good. He slowly began to pump, his cock throbbing. They looked deep into each others eyes. He brought his hands up, caressed her face. Her eyes closed. She was getting close already. He whispered, "I love you Lorri..... I love to be in you..... you feel so good." He was varying the pressure of his thrusts, and his angle. His cock hitting her in different areas. She felt her muscles throb with pleasure. He moved his hands up, ran them through her hair. And stopped. Lorri opened her eyes, she was so close to cumming. He pulled out of her. He reached out and grabbed the hair on top of her head, jerking her to a sitting position. "What the FUCK is with you? Your goddamn hair feels like straw? What did you do to it?" She reached up and felt her hair, it was dry, not as silky as it had been yesterday. She tried to explain. "I..... it's just a bit dried out... it was... it must be from the bar soap I had to... I used last night. I had... I washed it 6 times to get it clean... for ...you." He stared at her. "Oh... so now you're saying it's MY fault? Is that what you're saying BITCH?" "No, no Sir. That's not what I said... mean.. its not what I mean" He leaned close, she cringed. He kissed her ear and whispered. "My sweet, I love your soft, silky hair. How can you get it back to normal?" Lorri ran her fingers through her hair and said "I just need to take care of it. Use a good shampoo, and conditioner, I think if I condition it.." He smiled. "Yes.... let's condition it, shall we?" He slid off the end of the bed, still with a grip on her hair, he pulled her forward, she squealed. He dragged her, head first, to the end of the bed She cried out at the searing pain from her scalp. He placed her face down with her head barely past the tip of the bed, and grabbed a handful of hair from the back of her head and wrapped it around his hard cock. He began pumping fiercely. "Lets condition this fucking hair you slut!" He was pumping so hard she could feel his balls slamming against her head. "Come on BITCH we're gonna make you pretty again!" He had gathered all of her hair together and was thrusting into it. He moaned as his hot cum shot through her hair. He laughed at her as he massaged the hot goo into her hair. Lorri was so hot, she wanted to cum so badly, but she knew he wouldn't allow her. He laid back on the bed. "Go clean yourself up." She got up and walked to the master bath, but just as she entered he said "Na-ah-ah, not in there. In the spare bath." She walked into the smaller bathroom, but just as quickly walked back out. Her eyes averted, she whispered "I.... there's... there's no shampoo in here. Should I, I mean do you want me to... Should I use the bar soap on my hair?" He smiled, "No my dear, you start your shower and I'll bring you some" Lorri stood under the warm water, it felt wonderful. He stepped into the bathroom. "Here you are my sweet, use this." He reached in the shower and handed her the bottle of dishwashing detergent. She took it from him, He was smiling THAT smile. "Thank, thank you Sir." She poured a quarter sized glob into her palm. He grabbed her wrist. "Ah ah ah sweetie, we want to make your hair pretty again, don't we? Here, let's make it really pretty" He wrapped his hand over hers and squeezed, hard, pinching her knuckles together until she winced. He filled her palm with detergent, then released her hand. "There you go, that should be enough" He smiled and walked out, She lifted her hand to her head and began to lather. After she'd finished blow drying her hair he came back in. He reached up and felt it, and shook his head. "This just won't do. Get dressed. Put on the black mini, no underwear, the black top, makeup, your big hoops earrings. Be ready in 20 minutes." She was ready in 19 minutes. He grabbed her by the elbow and firmly led her outside to the car. As they were driving he said "I made a call, I found someone to fix that FUCKING mess of hair for you, he'll fix you right up." He pulled into a parking lot, the sign painted on the window read "BARBER SHOP" He took her by the elbow and walked her in. A middle aged man came from the back room. Her man said cheerfully "Hi, are you Terry? I called you a little bit ago, about my wife." He smiled and said "Yup, I'm Terry... c'mon over ma'am have a seat." Lorri walked to the large red leather chair and sat. He sat in a wooden chair against the wall directly across from her, from there he could see right up her mini. Terry laughed as he snapped the green vinyl cape around her neck. "Ma'am are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you DO understand just how short a flattop is, don't you?" She looked at her husband. He had THAT look. She nodded. "Yes, yes I do." The barber chuckled "When your husband called and told me you wanted to come in for a flattop I thought he was joking." He turned his back to her, taking something from a hook on the shelf. "I mean, it's not every day a woman comes in here wanting me to cut ALL of her hair off." He turned back around and stood by the side of the chair, placed a wide toothed comb near her ear and lifted her hair up. "I mean, I've been cutting hair for 20 years." Lorri heard a loud pop and the clippers came to life with a low hum. "And I've never done a regular Man's flattop..." The hum grew louder as the clippers came closer, they bit into the hair right in front of her ear. The hum turned into a low buzz as the teeth chewed into her long hair. "... never on a Woman, that is." Terry continued. As he pushed the clippers up, the long locks fell to her shoulder and slid down the cape into her lap. Over and over he made passes with the clippers, the mound of hair in her lap growing. Her eyes widened, she could not believe she was being shorn. Terry moved behind her, pushing her head down and using the same shearing method. She felt the cool air on her neck, could feel her head getting lighter with each pass of the clippers. Lorri looked at her husband and he was smiling THAT smile. She looked at his crotch, she could tell that he had a hard-on. The barber had finished the back and now moved to the other side, more long locks sliding to her lap. She looked at them, not believing they had been severed from her. Years of growing, gone in seconds. Terry gently straightened the angle of her head, he lifted the final long locks from the top of her head and clipped through them with ease. They dropped past her face, a few strands catching on her lashes, her nose. He turned the clippers off and switched to a smaller set of trimmers. He ran the trimmers around the nape of her neck, around her ears. He took a smaller comb and lifted the hair at the bottom of her neck, running the trimmer over the comb, cutting the hair even closer. He lifted the hair on the top of her head, being very precise in his movements. He told her he wanted to get her hair "Nice and flat." The barber turned the trimmers off and spun the chair around to face the mirror. Lorri raised her eyes. The thoughts flooded through her, "Oh my God! My hair! My beautiful hair is gone. I have a man's haircut!" "Well, what do you think Ma'am?" Terry asked. In the mirror she saw the look on her husband's face, could read his eyes. She said "It... it's fine.....it's... yes... yes, that's what...I ..... wanted." Terry laughed "Well, that's a regular man's flattop, yes Ma'am." She stepped from the chair as her husband paid Terry. She glanced down, the floor was covered. Littered with her hair, her lovely hair. Lorri raised a hand to the back of her head. It felt.... bristly. There was barely anything there. A tear formed as he took her by the arm and led her out the door.