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Author?s note: This story may not be everyone?s cup of tea as it deals with a forced cut but I hope I did the story line justice. Thanks to the hair enthusiast who asked me to write this story for her. I hope I did your story line proud. Maybe this is what I needed to get back into the game once again.

He was a man of mystery but little did she know that he had a secret. Little did she know what she would have to do to prove her devotion to him and it would be a sacrifice. She did not know that his life had been one of unhappiness and lost love. She did not know he was a loner but she saw potential in him and she knew if she could just get close, she could open his eyes to new things. And she was determined to do that. But would she do it at whatever cost? Tonight she would be faced with that question and she would have to make a decision.

She had met him about two month?s prior. He came on board as the new controller but he was different. No one ever saw him. He would come in, just walk to his office, close the door and go to work. No one ever saw him leave in the evening yet the staff knew he was there. They saw the quick effects of new procedures that were quickly implemented by senior management. Who was he? Why was he so secretive?

She wanted to know. Everyone wanted to know but he was not volunteering any information. Finally the opportunity came as she found herself working late one evening. Thinking she was alone, she decided to wander the hall and came upon his office. She took a look inside and stood at the open door. Her body ached and it led her inside the office. She walked over to his chair and she ran her hands over the soft leather backed chair. She closed her eyes as she spoke: ?I wish you would let me get to know you better. Everyone is talking about you. Everyone is scared of you. I know something is paining you but I know if you only gave me a chance, I could make you happy. If you would just give me a chance. Please let someone inside. Give me a chance to get to know you.?

She was startled as she heard a shuffle in front of the door. She opened her eyes. ?What are you doing in my office?? he said. She was started as she looked up. He stood there. The lights in the hall were on a dimmer and she did not get a good look at his face or his expression.

?I am sorry. I thought I was alone this evening. Your door was open. I was just?????????..,? she said. ?I am sorry. I will leave.?

She walked toward the door and she returned to her office. ?Oh my god. What did I do?? she asked herself. This was not going to be easily forgotten. He would probably tell her boss and she would probably be warned.

In his office, the sweet aroma that was associated with her encompassed him. He closed his eyes and drew the smell into his lungs. It was sweet and somewhat seductive. He admitted to himself that she has guts to enter his office and want to get to know him. ?But could she be the one who would really take away my pain? Could she be the one for me?? he asked himself.

He walked out of his office and walked down the hall to her desk. He cleared his throat, as he stood infront of her desk. He looked at his watch. ?I did not mean to startle you. I am sorry,? he said as he looked at her. Even standing in a well-lit area she could not see the expression on his face. ?You have been here for quite a bit of time,? he said.

She looked up at him. ?I am sorry. I should not????????????????.,? she said. ?It is just that no one knows anything about you. Everyone calls you the ?mystery man? and when we found out that you had been hired, a lot of us were on edge, wondering if our jobs were on the line.?

She looked up into his deep dark eyes. He nodded his head. ?Some of you should be in fear. Yes, I am here to trim the ?fat?. But you have nothing to fear.?

Something startled her as if she had been hit in the head. She looked stunned for a moment. ?You have nothing to fear as long as you do as you are told. Do not resist.? The thought pierced her mind. She straightened up and looked into his dark eyes.

He reached up and touched her cheek. She did not resist. He reached forward and touched her long brown hair. His heart ached as he felt how soft it was.

?I am going to be here all night,? he said.

?I know. I can?t seem to concentrate on what I am doing. I was thinking???????????..,? she said.

But he beat her to the punch. ?I found a nice Italian restaurant down the street. May I take you for dinner? Whatever it is that you are working on, it can wait till tomorrow. There is no need for you to be here all night and you are allowed to eat, aren?t you?? he said as he extended his hand.

?That would be nice. I was just about to ask you the same thing,? she said as she got up from her desk. He reached back and took her blazer off the coat rack and held it up to her. She smiled as she took it from him. Inside her heart was fluttering. They walked down the hall together and he flicked off the lights.

They walked out of the building together, side by side. The restaurant was a block and a half away but as they got there, he noticed there was a lineup. ?It does not look like we will get in for awhile.?

She looked up at him. ?That is okay. I can always go down the street and get something fast. Really it is okay.?

?No, I insist. You should eat. Look I know they have take out. I live just down the street. Let me go inside and order for the two of us and have them deliver,? he said. He looked at her. His eyes were pleading. She nodded her head. He walked up to the door. The maitre d saw him and smiled. He spoke with the maitre d and then returned after five minutes. He looked at her again. ?They can deliver in twenty minutes. Is that okay with you?? She nodded her head again. They walked away together.

She tried to engage him in conversation but it was forced. He did not really seem to be willing to speak but he could read what she was thinking in her mind. ?Why won?t he talk to me?? she said to herself. ?Why does he have to be so secretive? What does he have to hide??

They came around the corner and he pointed to a large white painted house with an iron gate. ?I live there,? he said as he pointed to it.

?I come this way to work every morning. Why have I never seen this house?? she said. ?It looks like the home of a???????????? It does not matter,? she said as she stopped herself.

He unlocked the gate and pushed it open as he walked inside. She stood back for a moment. It seemed eerie as she looked around. She had never seen this house. How could it just appear as if out of no where? ?Ummmm? I think I am going to pass on dinner,? she said as she stepped back.

He looked around at her. His eyes were focused as he transmitted a message to her mind. It was strong and it pierced her thoughts. ?You will follow,? the thought told her. ?You will follow and you will obey.? She straightened up, like she was in a trance. She followed as he beckoned her inside. She followed as he walked to the main door and unlocked it. He stepped aside as she walked in. Then the thought released her. She looked around but she seemed to be relaxed as she looked around, admiring all the ancient art, swords, suits of armor, shields, and other displays.

?Welcome to my world,? he said. ?Please sit down, Brenda.?

She looked at him. ?You know my name but we have never been???????????????,? she said with a confused look on her face.

?Properly introduced?? he finished her statement. ?I know all about you. Everything. I know everything about every employee in the corporation.?

?But we do not know who you are!? she answered.

?And there is no need for you to know,? he said as he walked over toward her. He looked into her eyes. As he did, his hand reached out and it touched her cheek. She did not resist as another thought penetrated her mind. ?You will not resist,? the thought told her.

Inside, his heart groaned as he stroked her soft skin. He then reached and touched her silky hair. Again she did not resist even though she thought it strange that he would do such a thing.

They engaged in small talk for twenty minutes, drinking sweet, cold white wine. Talk about the office and statistics he had gathered. But he would not open up. And she was getting frustrated with her efforts. Finally the doorbell rang and he got up to answer it. He paid for the food and brought it to the table. He pointed to the kitchen and told her: ?If you would like to look in the cupboards there and get some plates, we can eat. I know you must be hungry.? She was because she had not taken a lunch break that day so the smell of food excited her. She grabbed some plates and cutlery and she placed them on the table. He opened the bags and placed the containers on the table. He opened them and she got a look at what he had ordered. ?I hope this pleases you,? he said. She nodded her head. He walked around and drew back the chair. ?Please,? he motioned.

They continued to talk about likes and dislikes but still she could not get inside his head. ?This is not going anywhere,? she told herself, ?and I don?t know what to make of this. I have never seen this house before and I come past here every morning. Houses just don?t appear out of no where. I don?t like the vibes I am getting. Something is not right here.? She was actually fearful.

After ten minutes at the table, the doorbell rang again. He looked up from his plate and excused himself. He walked to the big wooden door and opened it. She heard him talking, almost giving orders. He walked back into the kitchen with another woman on his arm. ?There is something I have to take care of. Continue eating. I am going to be atleast half an hour. If you finish make yourself at home. I maybe a little longer then half an hour but hopefully not too much longer,? he told her. He turned to the second lady and looked into her eyes. ?Come with me,? he ordered. The second lady followed him willingly as if she was under a spell.

He turned back to her. ?Stay here. Or you can stay in the living room. Do not follow,? he said. For a moment he stared at her, making sure she understood what she was being told. His eyes looked demanding.

She sat there thinking, ?How dare he? He invited me here to his home and he brings another woman in????????..? plus the fact that she was still uncomfortable. ?No! This is not right,? she said. ?I want to leave.? She got up from her chair and tossed her plate into the sink. ?I want to leave. How dare he bring someone else here and leave me like this?? She looked around and tried to find a door at would take her to the outside but she could not find one. All she saw was a long hallway. This was not here when she entered the house. No, something had changed dramatically while she was in the kitchen. She knew she did not walk down a long hallway. Where was she? What was going on? She started walking down the hallway, hoping to find the door that would allow her to leave, but every door she opened led to another hallway.

She was starting to panic as she looked down the long lonely hall. ?No,? she cried as she walked quickly down the hall. ?No, please. I want to go home. Please I just want to go home. I made a mistake to come here.? She pushed against every door hoping one of then would open. Hoping that one of them would lead to something familiar, something that she recognized.

As she hurried down the hallway, a sound captured her. The sound drew her to a door. She heard voices. But something else. Something that was cutting. She pushed hard against the door and it opened. She fell through the door and landed on the floor. ?Please, I just???????????.,? she cried.

He turned and looked at her as she got up. He was upset. His eyes told her that she had come too far. ?I told you to stay put,? his eyes said. ?You should have listened.? He turned the chair toward her and she recognized the woman sitting in the chair. In his hand was a pair of scissors. In his other hand was a long swatch of hair. On the counter infront of her was a large pair of black electric clippers. The second woman was draped in a blue cape and she looked like she was enjoying what was happening to her. On the counter was her long hair or atleast half of her hair. ?You should have listened.?

She stood up and bolted back toward the door. She ran down the hall, crying and begging to be let go. He put the scissors down and stepped back from the chair. He willed himself into the hall and he walked quickly down the hall, listening as she ran down the hall. Door after door opened as she pushed against them. He was now hunting, smelling and sniffing the air, being led to her and where she was.

She finally stumbled and fell against a door. It opened to her and she fell inside. She scrambled to her feet and looked around. Four walls. Four lonely walls. ?NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please, no! Let me out, please. I am sorry I did not listen,? she begged. He appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the room. She sobbed as she looked up. ?Please, I just want to go home.?

He willed her to stand. She did. He raised her chin and she looked into his black eyes. ?NO! You can never go home now. You should have listened. You will now have to watch and see what I do to people who disobey me,? he said. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her forward. Strength lifted her off her feet as he pulled her along. She tried to fight but she could not. His grip was mechanical and strong. Vise-like.

He pulled her down the hallway leading back to the room where she had stumbled into. But she was determined not to be led to the room. As he rounded the corner she was able to sink her teeth into his wrist. He let out a howl and relaxed his grip. She pulled her arm free and then brought her hand up to his face. She scratched him across the face digging her fingernails deep into his skin. Again he howled and finally she let out a kick to his groin and he fell to his knees.

She ran down the hall, looking for the way out. Door after door she pushed against them all but she heard him advancing, cursing her, telling her she was next. She kept running, kept crying, kept begging for a door to open that would open and lead her to safety; but no luck. She finally sank to her knees and cried out loud as he appeared before her, again out of nowhere. He grabbed her by her hair and he pulled her up from the floor. Blood was on his cheek and bite marks were on his wrist. He looked at her and shook his head. He gripped her wrists and quickly tied them together. He also slapped a piece of material into her mouth to keep her quiet. He grabbed her around the waist, lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder.

?You should have listened. I would not have harmed you. If you would have stayed in the room as I directed you, I would have set you free. You failed the test of obedience. Now you must pay the price. Yes, I have been told to trim the ?fat? and anything else I feel I need to trim. So I am going to by taking what I crave most,? he said. ?I don?t know what it is with women. Why they just cannot leave people alone. Why they think they can seduce or take an interest in any new man who comes on board. You think you are the only one who thinks you can make me happy? Well you are not the only one who has been saying this for the past 6 years that I have run my own business. So when someone tells me or says that they think they can make me happy and take away my pain??????????and don?t say you did not. Remember, I found you in my office a few hours ago.?

She tried to muffle an answer but she could not. ?Hush,? he demanded. So you think you could be the one for me?? he asked her. ?You think you could take away the pain and make me happy?? She looked up at him. ?Yes, you will do. You want to know what all of this is about. Well, you are going to learn first hand.? He pushed a door open and she found herself back in the room she had tumbled into. He threw her back onto a huge red barber?s chair. In a flash he had spread her legs and tied her to the chair by her wrists and her legs. He turned the chair so that she was looking at the second woman. ?I am sure you recognize your co-worker. She said the same thing. Thinking she could take away my pain and make me happy. So she is going to. And you are going to watch how she is going to make me happy.?

He turned the chair so that her co-worker was looking directly at her. He grabbed a comb, bundled up what remained of her long locks on the left side of her head. He picked up a pair of scissors and he hacked through the long locks. It came off effortlessly in his hand. He held it up for her to see. She looked horrified as she looked at the expression of her co-worker. She looked so calm and relaxed as if she did not know what was happening to her. He then reached around to the counter. He picked up a pair of black clippers. He took off the guard and pushed her head back. She was now looking up into his eyes. ?Now it is time to make you beautiful,? he said to her co-worker. He flicked the switch on the clippers and a loud POP echoed in the room. He placed his hand on her hairline and he placed the teeth of the clippers into her hair. He pushed the clippers in and tufts of hair fell to the floor behind her.

She looked on and she was horrified as she watched her co-worker?s hair fall to the floor. What sort of power was he holding over her? Why was she not crying? Why did she look so relaxed? Look at what he was doing to her. But as the clippers continued to peel away her friend?s locks, she became more and more attracted to them, to the soft hum and the power of the teeth and what they were capable of doing. Her co-worker was going to be bald in no time. In five minutes he had shaved her down to 1/8 of an inch. He now picked up a larger pair of clippers. He took the guard off the second pair and he ran it all over her head as he shaved down the rest of her head. Now bald, he stepped back. He picked up a mirror and held it behind her co-worker?s left shoulder. ?Is this what Madame was looking for?? he asked.

?Oh yes, Andre. Just what I wanted. Would you just trim the neckline a bit for me?? she asked.

She looked confused. ?She thinks she still has a head of hair. But she is bald!? she said to herself. She looked at her. She wanted to scream out and tell her co-worker to wake up but she knew there was no point.

?She will always think she has a head of hair and she will come back to me every three months to be shorn and so will you and all the rest of the ladies I have done,? he said to her. He turned to the counter and placed his hand on top of a gold canister. In his hand was a puff of white cream and he skillfully spread it all over her head and around her ears. He then picked up a straight razor, grabbed a white towel, placed it on her shoulder, strapped the razor across a thick leather belt and then commenced shaving her head with forceful strokes, removing the remains of any stubble. It took him less then five minutes to render her bald, completely bald. He found a few small places that needed attention so he shaved a few places twice but he was finally happy with the end results. He rubbed her head clean and he spun the chair around so she got a look at her reflection. She thanked him and she got up from the chair.

She grabbed her blazer and walked to the door. He escorted her down the hall and to a door that led to the outside. As he watched her co-worker walk out into the evening darkness, he turned and returned to the room where she sat waiting for him.

He walked over to her and raised her skirt. He reached in and ripped off her panties. He looked down and nodded his head. He picked up a pair of scissors and a comb. He combed up he thick pubic hair. Snipping it all away and letting it fall onto a white towel, which had been placed under her. He snipped away all her curly black locks and then he grabbed a wet towel. He placed it on her crotch and let it soak in. He turned and placed his hand under the gold canister. A puff of white cream came onto the palm of his hand. He stood beside her. ?You will not resist. You will relax and give yourself to me,? he said in his mind. The thought penetrated her mind. She released a sigh and she relaxed as his hand applied the warm cream to her snatch. She looked down at her snatch. She turned her head slightly as she watched him stroke the razor. He ran the sharp razor over his finger and the razor drew a small bead of blood. He showed it to her and she shuttered for a moment but she laid still as he looked into her eyes. ?Relax,? he said as he licked his finger.

He stroked both sides of her snatch, rendering her bald and clean. ?Yes, yes, oh so smooth,? he said as he looked at his work. ?Yes. Just as it should be. Clean and smooth for all to see. You will keep it this way, won?t you?? She sighed deep and nodded her head. ?Yes, you will have it shaved before you come back to see me. You will learn to do it yourself.? He reached forward and removed the white towel that was between her legs. He placed it on the counter and he turned away from her. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small plastic bag. He placed the clippings inside the bag and sealed it.

He now raised the back of the barber?s chair so that she was sitting upright. He spun the chair around. She was looking at her reflection in the mirror. She shook her head. She knew where she was but looking back at her in the mirror was a number of other stylists with clients in their chairs. ?No, this is not happening. I am not in a salon,? she said.

As she shook her head, another though penetrated her mind. ?Relax, you are in good hands,? it told her. ?Take a deep breath. Enjoy the pampering.?

?No, he is going to shave me bald like he did to the other woman,? she said out loud. ?No, please! I don?t want to be here. Please let me go. I promise. I won?t tell anyone. Please!?

He looked at her. ?Must I seal your mouth?? he said.

?Please! Don?t hurt me. Let me go. I won?t tell. I promise,? she begged.

?No, I can?t let you go. You know too much,? he said. He reached around her chest and threw open a red cape. He let it drop over her torso and pulled back her long hair as he pulled the cape up to her neck. He attached the ends with a barber?s clip and he let her hair drop down over her shoulders.

?What are you going to do to me?? she asked.

He looked at her. She could not resist looking into his eyes. His dark penetrating eyes. ?Hello Brenda. My name is Andre. I will be doing your hair today. What did you have in mind?? he asked her as he stroked her long hair.

She blurted out. ?I was thinking a mullet, then a skater?s cut, and then you can take it all off,? she said.

He looked at her. ?Wise decision. Very good. Yes that would please me very much,? he said. He picked up a brush and stroked it through her long locks. He picked up his scissors and he turned the chair around so that she was looking at the mirror. ?You will see all this unfold. You know what is going to happen to you but you will not know why you asked for this. You will not remember who did this to you. You will remember that you came voluntarily. When you go into work on Monday morning, everyone will see you, as you will be. They will ask and you will tell them that you just decided on a whim to get it done.? He picked up a section of her long hair and he held the scissors open. He made the first snip at her ear and he held a long section of hair between his fingers. He placed it on the counter. He continued cutting off her locks.

As she watched, she sniffled. Tears flowed down her cheek. She knew she should have stayed away and listened to her heart. She should not have gone into his office. This would not be happening to her if she would have minded her own business. The cutting sound of hair penetrated her brain. She continued to look in disbelief as she was taken to a mullet cut, long at the ears, short bangs across her eye lashes, and a little thickness at the ears; covering them. ?Pete Rose would be proud,? he said as he stood behind her holding the mirror.

Her heart sank as she looked back. Her hair! Her long beautiful hair! There it was all on the counter. Yes, her long locks. He was going to claim them as he did with her co-worker?s locks. He combed back her short hair now. ?Now for a skater?s cut. I think short at the back, little longer at the ears, kind of a wedge and then some gel to hold it all back. Yes. Sounds good to me,? he said as he picked up the clippers. He flicked the switch and pushed her head down. He sheared her neck line, close and tight. Then he started cutting her sides, making them a bit more sculpted. Long around the ears and thicker on the top.

He finished the cut and grabbed a tube of gel. He worked it into her hair and combed it all back. Everything slicked back with hair grease. He even caught a bit of hair and pulled it back into a small ponytail. A couple of photos and then he turned the chair around. She got to see her reflection. ?What have I done?? she said as she cried.

?You came voluntarily, Brenda. You asked me if I knew anyone who could give you an exotic haircut,? he said. He flicked the switch on the clippers again. He now stood infront of her as he placed his hand under her chin. He placed the clippers at her hairline and he pushed them straight back. Her gelled hair fell in a clump and she heard it fall. It was almost lacquered, so stiff and hard. She watched as he peeled off the remains of her locks. Shearing her as bald as possible. Soon she too would be smooth as a cue ball. He pushed the clippers straight down her crown. Peeling her clean like an orange. Pulling off peel after peel. Hair falling into her lap.

In seven minutes Brenda was shorn close. He put down the clippers, dusted off her head and then stood behind her with the mirror. Again another thought penetrated her mind. ?Take it all off,? she begged.

He picked up a second pair of clippers and he rendered her closer removing the stubble, getting her ready for a shave. He put the clippers down and wrapped her head in a wet, hot towel. He rubbed it into her scalp before he applied a puff of hot cream to her head, spreading it around her ears, all over her neck and on her crown. It felt so erotic as she let out a sigh. He stroked the razor again and then starting at her hairline, he pulled it back, wiping the razor on the hot towel. Stroke after stroke, stroke after stroke. Even he let out a sigh as he looked at the work before him. ?Yes this was good. This is what every woman should experience once but you will keep coming. As with your friend, you too will come back to me and you will ask to have it done again. But for you, I am going to make it worth my while,? he said.

He finished shaving her crown and neck. He turned his attention to her ears and sideburns as he took them down to smooth. Yes, so smooth. So sweet. He placed the razor on the counter as he rubbed her head clean. He picked up some lotion and rubbed it into her scalp. He then turned the chair around and he moved away from the chair. She got to look at her reflection. Her head, clean and smooth as a cue ball. She looked down to her legs and noticed that her love box was also bare, totally void of hair. He quickly untied the ropes that had secured her in the chair. He stepped back and ordered her to get out of the chair. She looked down to the floor and then her eyes turned to the plastic bag that sat on the counter. In the bag was her long ponytail. Beside the plastic bag was a smaller bag and inside it were the clippings from her love box.

He was preparing something at the counter. He turned to her and placed a tube in her hand. ?In exactly 10 weeks from now, you will spread the gel in this tube on your head. Your hair will grow back to exactly the length it was today and two weeks after that, you will come to me to be shorn again. And you will keep coming to me, every three months,? he said.

He grabbed both bags and held them in his hand. ?Get dressed,? he ordered her. ?I am finished with you. Yes, you have made me happy and you will continue to make me happy. Like all the other women who I have made beautiful, you will come back to me time and time again to be shorn. You will never remember this incident but every three months something will tell you to make contact with me and you will make me happy again.?

He walked to the door and exited the room. When she was dressed, she found herself out of the room in the hallway at the door where she had originally had come in. She pushed the door open and a blast of cold hair rushed over her bald head.

Author: hairman001
Copyright protected ? 2004
Copyright legal and registered ? 2000 JCWP DESIGN SERVICES

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