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This is just a story. No such thing took place. I decided to write this as a conversation between husband and wife. To my special friend, you know who you are, thank you for the inspiration.

My dear sexy wife and I just celebrated our first anniversary. It was the most wonderful day of my life as my wife surprised me with the most erotic gift she could have given me. I think I will let her tell you what she did.

(WIFE TALKS) I have known about my husband's fantasy for a long time. I really do not approve of it but I tolerate it. I know he has a fetish for bald heads and very short hair on women. I know he spends a lot of time cruising the internet, looking at certain sites. I also know about his collection of haircut tapes. As I said, I have tolerated it. Besides, I know he is going to be mine at night when he comes to bed. As long as he does not pester me about it, then I am okay with it.

Our one year anniversary was approaching and I was fighting with myself trying to decide what I wanted to do for my husband. I know he has made me very happy, even the little things have made an impact on my life. To my disappointment, about 10 days before our first anniversary my dear man had to leave town on a business trip. I begged him to see if he could get someone else to take his place. I miss him so much when he leaves. I know he misses me too because he has commented that he wishes he could bring me along when he leaves the city. So it was with sadness and craving desires that I drove him to the airport. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately, not wanting him to go. But he placed his finger on my lips, and reassured me that he would phone me that night.

"I promise I will be back in time," he said. I nodded my head but continued to hang on tight. I did not want to let go.

"Do you promise?" I asked. He nodded his head. "You better or I am going to be very sad."

I let go and stood and watched as he walked to the sliding doors. He turned and looked back at me. I raised my finger to my eye and wiped away a tear. I forced a smile and then I turned and walked back to the parking lot. I got back into the car and drove home. I knew if I hung around any longer, it would only make me cry. As it was Saturday morning, I really had nothing planned for the day.

I got home, changed into my comfortable clothes and went downstairs into the den. I decided I was going to watch a movie. I went through our collection of videos, looking to find something that I had not seen in a long time. No luck! But wait! What is this? "I have not seen this before. Just a black video box and an unmarked tape," I said as I opened it.

We have no secrets, you and I. Whatever I have is yours and whatever you have is mine. That is what we promised each other when we took our vows. I held the video tape up and walked to the machine. I fed it in and sat back. What came on the scene glued me to the couch. I watched as a raven haired young model danced for a few minutes and then she took a chair, was caped by a barber and then her long hair was cut to chin length with scissors. "Oh my god!" I said as I continued to watch. "She is crazy to cut off all that hair." I continued to watch as the model's long hair slid down over the cape and landed in her lap. I could not get over how relaxed this young lady was as she sat in the chair. The barber eventually put down the scissors and I watched as he picked up a pair of clippers. "No way!!!! He is not going to shave her head, is he?" I said as the barber raised his free hand to her hairline, pulled back her bangs and touched her hairline with the clippers. He pulled back the clippers and a clump of black hair fell infront of her face and dropped to her lap.

I absolutely could not believe that I was getting turned on by watching the tape, but I was. It was so erotic as I watched the model willingly submit to the clippers. The barber finished her off with a hot lather shave, after which he undid the cape, gathered the edges together and dropped her long hair on the floor. The young model had the hugest smile on her face as she modeled for a few minutes. "Wow! She is beautiful," I said to myself as I rewound the tape.

I admit I watched that tape atleast 10 times while my husband was away as well as a few more I found. I even found a couple of communities with message boards and I soon found myself interested in some of the stories I was reading. "So this is no passing fantasy or fad," I said. "There really is an interest in this kind of thing." I could not believe it. This was for real and I admit the feelings I had after watching all the tapes I found had me excited.

But could I do something like that? Depart with my beautiful red hair? I wondered. What would he think if I did it for him? Would he still love me or would he really be mad at me? I know I really wanted to do something special for him on our anniversary and a thought came to my mind. But how could I get him to play along? What would I have to do to make it work? I know it is his dream to actually have an opportunity to shave a woman bald. He told me that. I let him explore his fantasy as long as he does not include me but after watching the tapes, I knew I had to do this. I knew then and there that I wanted to fulfill his dream.

The 10 days slid by slowly. I watched the tapes a number of times and I got involved in some of the discussion boards. I even got some advice on how to plan the special treat for him. Now to put it into gear.

Three days before he was scheduled to return, I sat down with the phone book and started calling a number of barbershops, looking for one particular owner who would let me rent his shop for a few hours. After twenty calls I finally found a willing barber who was agreeable to renting his shop. "I have to close early that day anyway for personal reasons. As long as you clean up after yourselves, I guess I can help you out," he said. "You would have to come and pick up a key." I agreed and drove out to meet him. He looked at me and smiled when I told him what I purposed to do. "You must really love your husband if you are willing to do that. I commend you," he said as he touched my red hair. "It is very beautiful and very healthy." He gave me a key. "Just slip it in the mail slot when you leave."

My next assignment was not one I was looking forward to. I had to find some way to ask my boss if I could work from home. I did not think she would appreciate the idea of me coming into work with a shaved head. But to my surprise, she was in agreement when I approached her with my request to transfer my office to my spare room. "When do you want to do this?" she asked.

"In three days," I answered.

"Can you set up that soon?" she asked.

"All I have to do is install the programs, download the files, and transfer them to my personal computer. I can do that tomorrow. I will send you reports every two days," I said.

"Okay, go and arrange it with personnel," she said.

Great!!!!!!!!! I left the office on cloud nine. Yes. It was going to work. Now my only fear was how serious I was about doing this. That night I watched the video tape over again and as I did, I envisioned myself as the model and my husband as the barber.

My next job was easy. I went out, got an anniversary card, a nice bottle of champagne, and finally a very sexy black pant suit. My final stop was at Sally?s Beauty Suppliers, where I purchased a haircutting kit, complete with the latest style of electric clippers.

(HUSBAND TALKS) The ten days were drawing to a close. It was time to get back home. The trip had been successful but I was missing my sweet wife. My last night at the hotel was hellish but I made it through. I knew she was going to pick me up at the airport. When I arrived in the terminal, my first stop was to get her a dozen roses, which I know are her favorite flowers. I went to the carousel to pick up my suitcase and I walked to the arrival desk where I found her waiting for me. She hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"Hello sexy lady," I said as I handed her the roses. She giggled as I grabbed her around the waist and held her.

"Come on. Let's get out of here," she said. She pulled me by the arm and we exited the airport together.

We drove straight home and she told me that she had a special dinner ready for us. We sat down and listened to some soft music as dinner finished. Finally we sat down, broke open the bottle of champagne, ate dinner, and after cleaning the kitchen we went upstairs to the bedroom.

"God, I missed you," I said as we kissed. (No need to tell you what we did from here in but it was special and erotic.)

(WIFE TALKS) When he woke up in the morning, we kissed good morning and make love to celebrate our first anniversary. I tell you that your present is in the envelope and not to open it until 5:00 in the afternoon. I then got dressed and headed off to work. This would be my last day at the office and there are some things I needed to clear up before I can start working from home.

My husband told me that he had to go into the office and drop off the pile of new orders. ?But I will be off at 5:30,? he said. ?So I can come and pick you up.? I nodded my head and gave him a kiss good-bye.

?Just promise me you will not open this envelope until 5:00 and you will follow the instructions,? I said. He nodded his head. He tried to speak but I placed my finger to his lips. ?No! No questions, okay?? I ordered.

(HUSBAND TALKS) I don?t know what this is all about but I kept my promises. So I placed the envelope in my pocket and headed off to the office. The day went by quicker then I anticipated. I noticed all the factory staff punching their time cards at 5:00pm and I knew it was time that I could open the envelope. I reached into my pocket and took it out. It had been perfumed with her favorite scent. I held it to my face and inhaled. I opened the flap, took out the card she had bought, read it and looked at the key.

?Follow the instructions,? she had told me that morning. The card said I was to be at a certain location and that something special would happen around 6:30pm. I closed my desk, locked it, grabbed my briefcase, flicked off the lights and headed to my car. The drive to the location took me approximately 15 minutes. I parked the car and got out to look for the place where I was to meet my wife. I walked around for about fifteen minutes before I came on the number. I looked with astonishment. A barbershop? I walked inside. I held up the key and the card.

?Excuse me. I was given this by my wife?? I said as I addressed the older man standing beside the cash register.

?Oh you must be the lucky man with the beautiful wife. Your wife should be along soon. She has rented the shop for 3 hours for something special. Just sit tight. Make yourself at home,? the barber said.

?I don?t understand. Can you tell me what this is all about?? I asked.

The barber handed me a clean white barber?s smock. ?You might need this,? he said and a smile flashed over his face.

?Why? You must know something,? I said.

?No, I am sorry. I don?t know anything. You have to excuse me but I have to leave,? he said. ?I will just flip the sign.? He turned the sign around to show that the shop was closed. I looked dumbfounded. I was really confused.

I sat myself down on the red barber?s chair. I relaxed for a few minutes, looking at magazines and pictures. I had turned the chair around so that I was not looking outside of the window and I did not see her walking up to the large window. She looked in and I guess she saw me. I was startled as the chime went off. I spun the chair around and there she stood, dressed in a tight black jump suit. Her long red hair hanging down over her shoulders. She smiled.

(WIFE TALKS) He looked so cute sitting in the chair. Soon I was to be his. All the arrangements had been worked out and starting tomorrow I would be working at home but not before I allowed my sweet man the opportunity to fulfill his dream; his fantasy.

(HUSBAND TALKS) She walked in and asked: ?Are you the barber??

Her smile was huge. I wanted to get up and walk over and give her a huge hug but her finger went up and she shook it. I knew this was her signal for me to go with the flow. I knew it was up to me to play along. I answered: ? I guess so.? I looked at her and she nodded her head. My eyes lit up. I got out of the chair and spun it around for her. She walked over to stand beside the chair. She ran her fingers over the shiny red vinyl.

?Ummmmmmmmm, this is a nice shiny chair,? she said as she placed her hands on the arm rests. She stepped up onto the footrest and she sat herself down in the chair.

?What can I do for you today?? I asked her.

She looked me in the eyes. ?I want to fulfill my husband?s fantasy. His dream,? she said.

?And what is his dream?? I asked.

?It is his dream to shave a woman. I want my husband to take me all the way, right down to a hot lather shave,? she said.

I swallowed hard. Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!! Did I hear that right? I shook my head in disbelief. No!!!!!!!!! No way! Why would she want to do that? No. I love her long red hair. I decided to push forward. ?May I ask what brought this on?? I asked. Her answer captured me as she told me how she had found my video tapes. She told me that she really did not understand why I fantasized about bald women until she saw how beautiful a woman could be with a shorn head. She also told me that she wanted to please me and that she really missed me while I was gone and how she had thought hard about what she wanted to give me as an anniversary gift.

?I really want to do this for my man,? she said. ?I was going to go to the salon and get it styled. I haven?t had it really cut for 6 months. But then I found a video in the entertainment center. I watched it. It was so erotic. Are you mad at me?? I shook my head. ?So I decided to give you your dream, your fantasy.?

She shifted her body around a bit and she pushed herself forward. She got out of the chair. For a minute my heart stopped. Was it a tease? I stepped back for a moment. ?Um? Before we start do you think it would be okay if I take off my jump suit? I want this to be extra special for you,? she said. She reached up to the zipper that was in the front of her pant suit. She tugged at it and started to lower the zipper and I got to look at the top of her black bra.

?Wait a second. Let me pull the blinds so we can have a little privacy,? I said as I walked over and drew the blinds.

?One last thing?? she asked. ?The nice barber let me leave something in the back room. Could you go and get it for me?? I opened the back room door and found a tripod and her video camera attached to it. I brought it out. I brought it into the shop. ?Would you put it on focus and point it directly at the chair??

(WIFE TALKS) I stripped off my black jump suit and I walked to the chair, just dressed in my heels, bra, panties and stockings. I sat on the red vinyl and waited for him to approach. He grabbed a clear cape and shook it out. It floated down over my shoulders and he pulled it shut, clipping it in place with a steel barber?s clip.

Oh my god!!!!!! I was really going to do this. I was really going to let him take my hair. He picked up a comb and starting at my crown and sides, he combed everything back, catching it all in his hand. He closed his fingers as he combed back, pulling just so slightly to make it tight. As the comb stroked through my hair, I knew I was already getting hot and bothered and I knew he was getting excited because of the shortness of his breathing. He finally twisted my red locks and tied it tight with an elastic band. He let the ponytail drop and I heard it hit the back of the chair. That mass of red locks would soon be gone.

He turned around and looked on the counter. He picked up a pair of scissors and he opened the blades. He stood behind me and he lifted the ponytail and closed his fist around it. He started snipping through the ponytail. I can hear the scissors severing my locks and I can feel the weight falling away. He finally cut through the ponytail and I sniffled as he stood beside me holding the long red pony in his hand. He held it to his face and inhaled the scent of my shampoo. He turned to the counter and he placed the ponytail on the counter top.

He now started combing up sections of my hair, starting with my bangs. I watched in awe as he whacked off my hair. It fell in clumps to the cape. As he pulled up section after section and as he combed it out, I noticed his breathing was rapid. I knew it was turning him on. And that much I loved to do. To make him horny. Because I know that if he is hard, he will make me extremely happy.

He finished cutting off my hair and he placed the comb and the scissors back on the counter. I looked up at my reflection. My hair was extremely short and for someone who had never cut hair before, the cut was very professional. He reached below the counter and I saw he pick out a pair of clippers. He walked behind me and his hand rested on my shoulder. He placed his hand on the back of my nape. He pushed gently, flicked the switch and placed the teeth of the clippers at my neckline. I felt the clippers as they buzzed through the hair at the back of my neck. It was such an erotic feeling and I watched as hair slipped down over my shoulders, landing in my lap. Slowly he made his way up my neck, over the top and crown, to my hairline and finally up the sides and around the ears. All that was left was stubble.

I looked up at the mirror as he stood behind me. I licked my lips as I ran my fingers over my head. He knew I wanted him there and then but he shook his head. ?Not quite yet,? he said. He reached around to the counter and grabbed a white towel. He placed it under the hot water tap and let it soak for a couple of minutes. He finally took it out of the sink and he draped it over my head. I looked up and him and smiled. He lowered his head and kissed me hard on the lips. My hand came out from under the cape but he stopped it by slapping on my wrist. ?You will have to wait until you are fully my bald princess. No reward till then,? he said. I moaning and pouted but then he was in control. This was his anniversary present and I wanted to please him to the full.

He placed his hand under the hot lather dispenser and filled the palm of his hand with thick white cream. He rubbed it all over my scalp, around my ears, and finally behind my neck. He grabbed the straight razor, strapped it across a thick leather belt and pushing my head down again, he proceeded to shave my head totally bald, ridding my head of fine stubble. He moved my head only when he needed to. The strokes were deep and with purpose, but he was so careful in his work. Almost to perfection. I moaned and purred as he continued with his work, knowing I wanted him so bad.

(HUSBAND TALKS) I gently wiped the cream off her head and from around her sides. Her head was totally shiny, like a billiard ball. I grabbed some soothing oil and rubbed it into her scalp. I picked up a mirror and held it behind her. She looked into the large mirror and stared at the reflection in the small mirror. She nodded her head.

I took off the cape and let it drop to the floor. All her red hair spilled to the floor. All that hair. I looked to the counter where her ponytail lay. That I would take home with me. I knew she was hot and bothered at this point. I unzipped my pants, mounted the chair and plunged into her, riding her hard. I ran my hands over her shiny scalp. I did her nice and hard right in the barber?s chair. She screamed as I exploded inside her. I wanted more but she quickly reminded me that we had 45 minutes to clean up the shop before the alarm sounded. We got dressed quickly. She helped me sweep up the pile of red locks and then as I tossed them in the garbage, she told me she was going to head home and get my second present ready for me.

?Give me half an hour. It would be nice if we clean the shop for the barber. Stock his station for him too and clean the mirror,? she said. ?Don?t be too long.?

I finished cleaning the shop in twenty minutes and I locked the door. I put some money into an envelope with a note, thanking the barber, and placed the envelope with the key into the mail slot. I got into my car and drove home. I drove up the driveway and as I got out of the car, she was waiting for me at the door. I placed my key into the lock and she opened it. What I saw gave me an instant hard-on. She stood there, dressed in a French maid's costume, complete with fish net hose.

?Wow!!!!!!! You have got to be the cutest maid I have ever seen. I especially love the fact that you are bald,? I told her as I reached forward and stroked her head.

?Do you have something special for your French maid?? she asked. (You can use your imagination if you choose to. I don?t have to tell you what we did. But know this, it was special.)

(WIFE TALKS) We rolled over on the bed and stared at each other. I wrapped my arm over his back and he kissed me. His hand reached over and he pulled me to him.

?You are so beautiful,? he said. ?Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy.?

?There is one more thing,? she said. ?Actually two more things. Your next gift is in the closet.? He got up and walked over to the closet, opened it and found a packaged box. He walked back to the bed and as he was getting ready to open it, she placed her hand on top of his, stopping him from opening it. ?The last thing?? she said. He stopped short. ?I presented my boss with a proposition and she has agreed to let me work from home. So sweet sexy man, I am your bald princess for as long as you want me to be. Now you can open the box.?

He opened the box to find a haircutting kit, complete with the lasted and most advanced clippers, two pairs of scissors, guards, combs and clear cape. ?Have I fulfilled your fantasy?? she asked. He nodded his head. I had fulfilled his fantasy for now. Who knows when he will be ready to do it again but I do know one thing, I know he will be ready to do it again.

Author: hairman001 Copyright protected ? 2004 Copyright registered to JCWP DESIGN SERVICES ? 2000. This story is not to be altered, uploaded or stored to any other site, even privately, without the expressed written permission of the author. Please respect the wishes of the author. Thank you.

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