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Ariana was a beautiful woman with hair down to her waist--full, chestnut brown, and thick. She had big green eyes, soft lips, and a tall, curvy body. These were the things that had drawn Simon to her in the first place.

He'd first seen her drinking a martini from across a night club one night, clad only in a short black dress and red heels, looking every bit the sex kitten. Her confidence signaled a challenge to him. She flipped that hair over her shoulder and looked at him with a dark gaze. Simon knew in that moment that he had found his new sub--he only had to convince her of it. And break her in.

It had taken a relatively short time to acclimate the fiery woman to his needs as a dominant partner. Within days she willingly let him chain her to the bed and make sweet love to her until she cried out in sweet agony. The sex was so good, and his pull was so great that within weeks she agreed to move into his house and be a full time slave to her master.

One of Simon's terms of their agreement was that Ariana promise to stop wearing make-up and dressing skimpily unless she cleared it by him first. She was also not to go out without him or at least his approval. He refused to see her flaunt herself for other men, because she was his. She liked being his. They lived happily like this for about 6 months until Ariana made a serious infraction on their agreement.

One night, while Simon was working late, Ariana got a call from an old friend, Jane, asking her to go out for drinks downtown.

"I don't know, Jane. I don't think Simon will like it," Ariana said.

"Oh come on! Don't give me that shit, no guy's gonna rule your life. Come out," Jane pleaded, clearly not understanding the nature of Simon and Ariana's bond.

Ariana quickly got dressed, putting on a short leopard print skirt and a lace-up black top with heels, a favorite outfit from her partying days before Simon. She put on a coat of red lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara, and went out to meet Jane.

When Simon got home and found that Ariana wasn't there, his first thought was panic. Then, he tried her cell phone to no answer. He text her, "Where are you?? Are you OK?" 

She responded, "Yes, Master. I'm OK. I went out with Jane."

Fuming, he wrote back, "You're in big trouble. Come home now."

Her heart racing, she hurried home. When she stepped in the front door, Simon was nowhere to be found.

"Master?" she called into the empty house.

"Come downstairs, my slave. I think you know that you've done wrong," came Simon's voice from the basement. The basement was one of the areas that Ariana had never been allowed to go. She descended the stairs slowly, apprehensively.

"Master? I'm so sorry, I should have asked."

All Simon saw was red fury and a rising arousal as he saw Ariana's long, bare legs descend the stairs in the skimpy skirt. Then, he saw the tight, black excuse for a shirt. Her make up was the final straw. He fought an erection at the sight of the woman before him, but he knew that she'd broken so many of his fundamental rules of their arrangement. He was furious.

"How DARE you let other men see you like that? Practically naked? You've shamed me." He was standing next to something that was covered in a sheet.

Tears started to fall down then. "I'm so sorry, Master. I'll try to be good."

"Well, you're going to be punished." He pulled back the sheet and it revealed a salon chair. She noticed then that he had an entire array of salon equipment.

"Wha?" She looked shocked. "What's all this?"

He walked over slowly, deliberately, and ran a hand through her long hair. "You've lost your long hair privilege. You were irresponsible and now you don't deserve to have it." He picked up a long lock and smelled it. "Typical. It smells like cheap whiskey and cigarettes. Sit down in the chair, slave." He thrust her roughly into the salon chair.

He angled her toward the mirror. "Please, Master. Don't cut my hair. Please, don't cut my hair." It looked beautiful, falling far past her breasts.

"You lost that right. Now, quit whimpering." He yanked her hair back briskly and began to comb through it. His touch aroused her even as she was terrified what he was going to do to her hair--she'd never had short hair and treasured every inch of it.

He knew was his touch did to her and moved around to her front, bringing rope from the table in front of them and tying her hands down to the chair, and sliding her panties down her legs. He tied her legs to the chair wide open and reached down between them with his fingers. As he suspected, she was wet with her hunger for him. He thrust his fingers angrily into her. Her eyes were watering with her arousal. She started moaning loudly.

"Oh, you like that? You slut. You like that? Tell me that you're my slut."

"I'm your slut, Master. I'm your slut!" she screamed, ashamed at how much control he had over her body but loving it at the same time.

"Now beg me to cut off your hair." He played with her clit and she screamed in ecstasy.

"Cut my hair, master, please! Punish me! Cut my hair!"

With that, he brought her to a screaming climax and she slumped down, ashamed at how much her body had betrayed her but reveling in the feelings that he'd given her. 

He moved around to the back. "As you wish, my lady," he said darkly as he picked up a pair of scissors. Her heart clenched as she saw him come toward her with them. She closed her eyes.

"No, don't close your eyes. I want you to see every moment of this." Their eyes met in the mirror, and even in this moment, she trusted him.

He gathered her hair roughly in his fist and slid the scissors into the bundle. She heard the slow slicing slightly below the nape of her neck and knew that she was losing several feet of hair. The scissors met their match in her thick hair and were taking what seemed like forever until her dark hair started to fall roughly past her chin. When Simon was finished he held her hair up like a trophy. "You will NEVER have hair this long again," he said, and laid the long locks on the table in front of them.

"Are we done, Master?" Ariana asked, feeling defeated and shorn as she looked in the mirror and saw a woman with short, uneven hair. He scoffed.

Giving her no warning, he combed the hair in front of her eyes and gave a few quick snips as long dark pieces fell to her lap. She had super short bangs to match the new hair. She gasped. "Now are we done?"

He looked at her darkly before the sound of clippers whirred to life. "What are those for??"

He pushed her head into her chest and slowly clippered the underside of her hair while she held her breath. Finally, he brought her back up and used scissors to clean up several inches of the ends so that the longest points of her hair were at her nape. She looked into the mirror and was blown away by how different she looked.

"Have you learned your lesson, Ariana?"

"Yes, Master." She promised.

Simon slowly untied her from the chair and felt the back of her clippered head. Shivers ran down her spine. She reached up to feel her new, short hair and smiled a wicked grin, knowing that she was just as sexy (if not more so!) with all her long hair gone. He sat down in the chair and brought her slowly on top of him. Still wearing a skirt with no panties, and still aroused, she rode him until they both satisfied.

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