![]() It is then that He makes the first cut… a soft, tugging, a short, precise ‘snip’, and the first curl is free from my head. But instead of closing the blades, He moves them upwards, 3 or 4 inches away from my scalp. I hold my breath as I wait for that first snip… the one which will begin my journey into servitude. I feel the cold blades and realize I am groaning… the sounds muffled by the fact that He is buried in my face. He places the scissors as close to my scalp as they can get. While I watch, He gently lifts a curl from my forehead, stretching it to its full, 20-inch length. And it is then that I see the scissors He is holding. I look up to find Him staring down at me… His expression unreadable, His eyes piercing. He seems to grow in my mouth as His hands once more reach into my flowing locks. I barely notice when His hands leave my hair and He reaches inside the black bag. Inwardly I rejoice as I hear His quick intake of breath and I feel His hands come to rest in my hair.Īs He winds the long strands around His fingers, I savor the taste and feel of Him in my mouth. Without waiting for His permission or approval my head dips forward and engulfs the swollen wet head. I drop to my knees again and unfasten His pants, pulling them down and exposing this beautiful, hard cock I have dreamed of so often. As I remove His shirt I take note of His long, light brown hair pulled back loosely in a ponytail. Everything feels like a dream as I nod my head, ‘yes’, and reach out and begin undressing Him. “Are you ready to serve Me now?” His voice sounds far away. ![]() I feel the wetness between my legs overflow, making the insides of my thighs warm and sticky. He bends down and tastes the tears on my face… murmuring soft, encouraging words… His hands cup my breasts and my nipples swell for Him as he flicks the little silver ring on the left one… the one I had placed there for Him. With His hand beneath my chin He lifts my face until I am staring upwards into those ominous blue eyes of His. My cheeks redden and my body flushes as I stand exposed before Him… so unworthy… so uncertain… It drops to the floor with a soft ‘whoosh’. As I stand I feel His hands lowering my long, loose dress past my shoulders. His hands on my shoulders and His voice whispering softly… “Stand.” I do not have to think… my body responds to Him automatically. It is a mixture of fear, longing, anxiety, happiness… and emotions I have no name for. I am embarrassed and horrified, but am unable to stop myself. It is almost unbearably sweet to know He is only inches away and that soon I will feel those long slender hands touching a part of me that has never been exposed before.įor reasons I cannot explain, I softly begin to cry. He is carrying a small, black overnight bag, which He sets down on the table before walking over to stand in front of me. I love to watch Him move… to hear Him speak… to feel Him touch me… I am drawn to Him and it is difficult for me to look away. I know my eyes should be down, but I cannot help myself. ![]() The door opens and He enters languidly… his tall, slender form moving as silently and gracefully as that of a predatory animal. I break out in a cold sweat and my heartbeat stalls and then quickens in my chest as I drop to my knees. I am shaken from my reverie by the sound of the key in the door. I wonder what people will notice after tonight? It was always the first thing people noticed about me… long and thick… an untamed mass of soft ringlets. It was more the fact that as my hair grew, so did the compliments that I received on it. It is not so much that I am a vain woman (for in truth I am not). My mind goes back to images from my childhood… the odd tinglings I felt going to the barbershop with my Father… the way I felt when the clippers touched my own little neck… the irritated but bemused look on my Mother’s face when she’d discover yet another one of my beautiful dolls… devoid of their hair.Īnd why was it that my own hair had been allowed to grow for so many years? The answer, truthfully… vanity. I run my fingers through them for what I know will probably be the last time… because tonight… tonight I will sacrifice them to the hands of my Master. The long auburn curls fall loosely around my shoulders, tumbling down my back almost to my waist. I step in front of the mirror and begin pulling the pins from my hair. There is only one more small thing I must do to prepare myself. Watch Hot & Sexy Female Head Shave Videos At
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