Author?s note: The majority of stories (I would even be willing to say that 99% of the stories) on this board are about females who submit or are forced to endure the ordeal of the scissors or clippers. But I don?t think we have seen a story where the male is forced to get his haircut by a dominant female. So is there a desire, or for that matter an interest, in this kind of fantasy? If so I would invite your comments. If this is something you would like me to explore, send me a story line and I will be more then happy to write the story for you and submit it to the board. Thanks to my friend (you know who you are) for giving me the inspiration to write this story. And thanks for allowing me to send it to this board.
They were getting more and more into each other. Their love was more explicit. He had been communicating with her on virtually a daily basis via e-mail and an occasional phone call. His e-mails to her were becoming a lot more explicit as he started sharing some very intimate fantasies with her. She told him that he really was bringing out the sex kitten in her.
His boss had been working him very hard and after a month of overtime and pushing contracts, his boss rewarded him with a week off to relax. That night when he got home from work, he gave her a call. She was very happy to hear from him and when he told her that his boss had given him a week off to relax before he had to head off for his next assignment, she readily asked: ?So what do you plan to do??
?Well, I was hoping to come and visit you, if you will have me?? he said. I want to meet this sex kitten who has stolen my heart.?
?I think I can handle that. We can at least spend the weekend at my boss?s cabin. I think I can get it for next weekend. I would love to see you. I have a special surprise for you,? she said.
?I can?t wait,? he said.
?I know you will enjoy it,? she said. ?I will send you the details on how to get to the cabin. I won't be able to meet you at the airport as I will be on the road, all next week, but I will arrange to meet you on Friday at the cabin, say around 5:00PM. Will that be okay?? she said.
?That will be fine. I love you honey buns. I can?t wait to see you,? he said.
?Be ready for some fun, sexy man. I am going to make you see ?GOD?,? she said.
The week went fast and on Thursday evening, he found an e-mail with a map, showing directions to the cabin on a secluded lake. He packed a small suitcase and drove to the airport to catch his flight to St. Paul. He arrived just after 9:00PM. He found a hotel for the night and made arrangements to rent a car the next morning. He phoned her from the hotel but got her voice mail. He left her a message wishing that she was with him at that minute and how he wanted to make love to her then and there. The next morning a car was waiting for him as he checked out of the hotel. He asked the hotel clerk to draw him a small map to help him get to the highway. Then he got in the car and drove off. The drive out of the city was lazy. He stopped in a few places to look around and do some shopping; of course flowers for his beautiful lady and a nice expensive bottle of wine. He knew she would appreciate these things. He even found a nice restaurant where he had a nice lunch.
She had told him on the e-mail to take his time and enjoy the scenery because they were going to have little time for anything else during the weekend. He had no idea what she had in mind for him, but as he got back in his car, he was horny and in want. He wanted her in the car with him, then and there. He enjoyed the drive out of the city. To find the cabin, he had to drive into the hills and about 3 hours drive out of the city. The directions were very specific. He read them again. He was supposed to arrive at the cabin no earlier then 5:00PM. He was also to stop at an ice cream stand at exactly 4:15 and phone her. Why? Oh well, it did not matter. He would do what he was told to do.
He found the ice cream store but when he got there, he found he was fifteen minutes late. He did not realize that the accident, which was now behind him, had taken so much time out of his schedule. He ran inside the ice cream parlor and found a payphone. He called her and she was angry. ?Your call is fifteen minutes late. I don?t like to be kept waiting,? she said.
?I am sorry. There was an accident about 40 miles south of here. I did not realize it took so long to clear. I will be there as soon as I can,? he said.
?No, that is NOT good enough. You have exactly 30 minutes to get here. Don?t be late,? she said. ?I have a fantasy you are going to fulfill for me.?
He looked at his watch. 30 minutes. ?Oh boy, this is going to be tough and the traffic is picking up. No time to lose,? he said as he got back in the car. He booted the car into high gear and he was off. He got to the dirt road with seven minutes to spare. He drove up the lane.
She was already inside waiting for him to arrive. She had actually been there all afternoon and she was very aware of the accident as she had called the ice cream parlor and had been told that he had not arrived when he was supposed to. The lights were all off in the cabin. He drove to the front of the cabin. No one seemed to be around. She had parked her 4x4 in the back of the cabin, so he had no idea that she was inside.
As he walked up the lane to the front door, she saw him from a corner window. He looked stunning, long brown hair that touched his shoulders, somewhat curly. He was wearing black jeans and a t-shirt.
He had been told that the door would be open and he was to walk in and wait for further instructions. So he opened the door to the dark cabin. He had no idea what was in store for him. She had only told him that she had a fantasy that she wanted to fulfill. He knew that she was very conservative but in their e-mails, he had found out that she had a wild and crazy side that she was just starting to find again. She told him that she loved her sex hot and sometimes bordering on kinky. It excited him as much as it excited her. They were wild, crazy, passionate lovers who were rarely satisfied. That showed in their on-line romance and their e-mails. He knew she loved him with all of her heart and soul. He eagerly anticipated what his little sex kitten had up her sleeve.
She watched him walk into the darkened cabin. She knew his eyes were going to take time to adjust to the darkness. He heard something click and the door closed. She had locked the door behind him. She walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm twisting it behind his back. He moaned as the pain shot up his arm. ?You were fifteen minutes late making initial contact. You have a problem following instructions,? she said.
?I am sorry, ???????.,? he said.
?I don?t want to hear it,? she said. ?We are going to play a little game. As of now, this moment, you are my slave and you must follow all my instructions and if you are a good slave you will be rewarded, but, if you disobey me and you are a bad slave, you would be punished. Do you understand me, slave?? she said.
?Yes,? he said.
?Yes, what, slave?? she barked back at him.
?Yes, Mistress. I will obey you,? he said.
She took his hand and led him through the dark cabin into a room. She told him that as soon as she closed the door, he could turn on the light and put on the garment on the bed but besides that, he would follow orders and be totally naked. ?Do you understand, slave?? she said.
?Yes, Mistress,? he said.
?I am watching you every move. Don?t disappoint me because you will be sorry,? she said. She turned and walked out of the room. He heard the clicking of heels on the wooden floor and the closing of the door. He made his way through the dark and his hand found what he hoped was a light switch. He flicked it and the room came to life with light. When he put on the light he saw a king-sized bed with a massive headboard. On the bed was a towel/loin cloth of sorts. His dick was beginning to throb with anticipation. He put on the loincloth and opened the door. He could still not see her in the darkened cabin.
As he opened the door, he smelt the aroma of erotic perfume. He knew she was in the room somewhere and he tried to find her but she demanded he stop in his tracks. He heard her sultry voice say: ?Slave, go back into the master chamber, close the door and light all the candles within the room. When you have finished, you may turn off the light and open the door.? He did as she asked. He made his way back to the master bedroom and found the room had about twenty large candles all around the room. He lit each of them and then turned off the light. He walked to the door and opened it. ?I have done as you asked, Mistress,? he said as he entered the larger room.
?Now, slave, you will go back into the bedroom and lie on the bed. You will close your eyes and they will remain closed until I tell you that you can open them. Do you understand, slave?? she said.
?Yes, Mistress,? he said as he turned and walked back to the bedroom. He got on the bed and lay down. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, waiting in anticipation. His dick was already hard and throbbing.
She left him on the bed for a good twenty minutes before she finally got up and stepped into the room. She shut the door and walked to the bed. He knew she was there. The erotic aroma filled the room. He moaned with pleasure. She stood in front of the bed. ?Slave, you may now open your eyes but you must not touch me,? she said. ?Do you hear me? Nod you head if you understand the rules.? He nodded his head. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the dominatrix of his dreams. His shy little lady was dressed in a black, latex bustier with thigh high black boots. Her hair was combed back and caught in a ponytail, which hung down her back. He started to reach for his hot dominatrix but she pulled back. She swung out and slapped his hand. ?What did I say to you about touching?? she said with disdain in her voice.
Her open palm struck his arm and he pulled it back as a shot of pain hit him.
?Now slave, you must kneel in front of me,? she ordered. He got up off the bed and knelt in front of her. ?Lick my boots, slave,? she ordered him.
He looked at her, thinking she had lost her mind. ?What has gotten into you?? he asked. She swung something through the air and it whistled over top of his head.
?Did I grant you permission to address me, slave?? she asked as she grabbed him by the chin and wrenched his head up so that he was looking into her fiery eyes. ?I did not give you permission to speak yet you think you can address me??
He bowed his head. ?I am sorry, Mistress. I don?t know what came over me,? he said.
?I gave you an order, slave. Lick my boots or I shall punish you,? she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her riding crop was under his chin and she was holding it at his Adam?s apple. She thrust out her thigh high boots to him. ?Start at the heels, slave.?
He took the one boot in his hand and held it up as his tongue flicked in and out of his mouth. He moved slowly around the metal heels and up her ankle then up the length of her legs, over the calf and slowly toward the top of her boot. He kept himself absorbed in his task but he heard her moaning, knowing that she was getting turned on.
As he got to the top of the boots, he wanted to go higher ? he wanted to lick her pussy but she pushed him back. ?Slave, you have gone too far. You seem to have a problem following instructions from your Mistress. You must be punished. Remain kneeling,? she demanded as she got up and rose from the bed. He was so hard, he thought he would burst. He was whimpering. His dick was throbbing in agony. This was not normal behavior for her.
She took a few steps backwards toward a dresser. She opened the top drawer and reached inside. She took something out and turned toward her slave, who was kneeling on the floor. She walked over and grabbed a pile of his thick brown hair. ?Don?t move, slave, or you will regret it,? she demanded. She held in her other hand a pair of gold scissors. She pulled up the section of hair, wrapped it around her hand and struck out with the blades. She hacked into his long hair, sending the pile of hair falling to the floor infront of him. She pulled up section after section of his hair. He whimpered as he watched his hair falling to the floor. She finally stopped with the scissors and he heard another sound. She flicked a switch and the room filled with a buzzing sound. She was standing infront of him, holding a pair of gold clippers in his hand. She raised his chin so that she was looking at him.
?I think you need to be taught a lesson in submission. I think I need to humble you a bit, slave. Lower your head, slave. I am going to give you a slave?s haircut. You want to make love to me, you will have to sacrifice your hair,? she said. ?You will give me your hair, won?t you, slave??
She was actually going to shave his head. He was so aroused that as she made the first pass with the clippers down the middle of his head, he started to come. She continued to go through the top of his head and then up the sides, saving the back for last. His soft brown hair floated down around her thigh high black boots. He was still whimpering as she ran the clippers up his neck. His brown locks floated to the ground. She bent down and caressed his bald head with her latex covered breasts.
He begged her: ? Please, Mistress, may I take you now??
?No slave, you may not. We are not finished yet,? she replied. ?You do want to please your Mistress, don?t you slave? You must now lay on the bed and put your wrists over your head and spread to the sides.?
He was getting a little worried now. This was not his little innocent lover. This was a totally crazed woman. ?What are you going to do to me?? he said.
?You are talking again. Slave. You do not have my permission to talk, do you?? she looked at him. ?Oh more strike and I will send you packing.?
He complied and before he knew it she had taken his wrists and tied him to the bedposts with two lengths of silk belts. He looked so vulnerable spread out on the bed. ?Now slave,? she said, ?I must complete taking your hair. I would suggest you not move for fear I destroy your manhood. And we do not want that to happen, do we?" She stood infront of him, holding a can of shaving cream, a razor and a pair of scissors. She stood infront of him and started shaving his pelvic area. As she came close to his balls, she took the scissors and snipped away the remaining hair, before spreading a blob of cream around his balls and dick and shaving them clean.
?Slave, I wish to take you into my mouth. Do you want me to take you into my mouth?? she asked.
?Yes, Mistress, please, please suck me hard? was his eager, begging reply.
She then proceeded to take his hot, aching dick and run her tongue over the hot moist tip. ?Slave, you must not come until I am ready,? she ordered. He was in serious trouble now. He knew he was so close to blowing the mother load and if he came too soon, he was going to disappoint her. She proceeded to take his now hairless balls into her hand and hold them, while she played with his tip, running her tongue over the tip. She then took the tip into her mouth and gently scraped it with her teeth. She then proceeded to suck his hard.
He had serious tears rolling down his face. ?Please Mistress, I can?t hold it anymore.?
She looked up at him, let up for a moment while looking into his pleading eyes and said: ? Okay, slave, you may come.? She went back to sucking and took all of his cum and swallowed it. He let out a moan of pleasure as he shook his head back and forth. She had him deep inside her. And she had no intention of letting up. It did not take her long to bring a second shot of hot seed from deep inside him, as she tongued him to a second orgasm.
He wanted so badly to get up and fuck her hard and long. He had never seen her like this. It was hard to imagine that his shy, sweet lady could be this much of a vixen. She untied him and told him to get up. She then ordered him to remove boots. He slowly removed her boots and took them off her feet. She then ordered him to lie down and then as he watched, she removed the bustier. She then proceeded to run her breasts up his legs and over his dick. He was already getting full and hard again. She loved the feel of her breasts against his aching, throbbing balls. She continued to run her breasts up his chest, loving the shudders she was sending though his body.
She demanded him to sit up against the headboard of the master bed and proceeded to straddle him. ?Slave, I now wish you to suck my breasts,? she demanded. He knew this made her wild and he pulled her toward him. He gladly took first one nipple and then the other, suckling each to a fine hard point. She threw back her head and moaned as she hit her serious first orgasm of the evening. Finally, she took his erection in her hand and lowered herself on to it, little by little until she was seated to the hilt. She then became lowered herself and raising herself on and off of his massive hard erection.
He was moaning and begging: ?Please, please fuck me, Mistress.? She continued to drive him crazy until he finally grabbed her bottom and pushed into her hard and gave her his seed. She came to a wet orgasm at the same time.
Author: hairman001Copyright prote0cted ? 2003Copyright legal and registered to the author. Not to be distributed to any other site without authorization.
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