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This Story came to us in 2009 from Leah in Florida.  As of this submission to your story site, she has been married to Alan for 15 months, and they just celebrated the birth of their first child, Emily, in February.  Here is her story.

Hello once again She-devils.  I am Leah, The Lovely Enchantress. I have a story for you, and I hope you find it worthy of sending out with your e-mails. It happened two summers ago here in Boca.

Today, I am a 25-year old hairstylist at a hair salon in an upper middle class/upper class area. This is a unisex salon, but 90% of my clients are male. I love cutting men’s hair, because it’s easier, takes much less time, and they don’t complain. Many of the guys like to flirt with me, and I let them because it leads to bigger tips. I make almost 100K a year because I can be really nice to my clients, and they in return are very kind to me. When one of my clients did more to me than provide me a steady stream of cash, I knew I had to unleash my real powers and cast him in my spell.

I learned the art of hypnosis while I was in barber college. Two of my coworkers were into the dark side. They were Goth to the max. They dressed in black, dyed their hair black and cut it into a punk style, wore silver jewelry, wore purple lipstick, and carried around a battery operated machine that spun around and around with a coiled circle. Just a couple of seconds of watching that thing turn was enough to make anybody dizzy and very relaxed. It was hard not to stare at it, and I caught myself trying to turn away from it a few times. 

One day, I watched one of the girls put a teenage boy in her chair and hold the spinning coil in front of his eyes. He looked at it for about 5 seconds, and then she began talking to him. She had him hypnotized in about a minute. While under hypnosis, she led him to the shampoo station and washed his hair. I couldn’t hear what she was whispering to him, but she was smiling big time when she came back to the cutting area. She whispered a few more words to him, and then she pulled out her clippers. I watched as she shaved his head without a guard until it looked like sandpaper. I also watched as she whispered into his ear the entire time. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This guy had 3 inches of hair, and it all went one, two three. When she was done, he got out of the chair and hugged her. She told him to kiss her, and he did. It was like they had been getting it on for a long time. I sat there dumbstruck. I wanted a guy like that. I wanted to be able to put someone in my control to the point where they would let me shave all their hair off their head.

After the boy left, I talked with the stylist who had just done it. Her name was Bridgette, and she told me she could teach me how to do it if I agreed to let her friend and her do it to me. I was a little afraid at first, but I relented and told her I would do it. Her friend Tiffany, the other stylist, agreed to let this happen at her condo. It was set for the following Friday night.

On Friday, I followed Bridgette and Tiffany to Tiffany’s condo. It was furnished just like I had expected—contemporary Goth. We walked into her spare bedroom, where there was black wallpaper on the walls, black curtains on the windows, and plush black carpet on the floors. The ceiling had glow in the dark stars and moons. Tiffany also had a rotating ball that shone lights on the ceiling. 

The three of us each enjoyed a glass of white wine, and then we got down to work. They explained that hypnosis can be achieved by getting the person to focus on something that will allow them to relax and tone out everything else but what the hypnotist tells them. She told me to focus on the orbs rotating on the ceiling, as she turned the rotating ball on. I only remember the next couple of seconds where I stared at the ceiling and started to feel light-headed and dizzy. The next thing I knew, I was awake and sitting on a couch. Tiffany and Bridgette were looking at me, telling me how great I looked. I thought for a second that this was going to turn into a ménage a trois lesbian-style, but that’s not what they were getting at. They took me over to the mirror in their entry foyer, and I looked into it to discover I was now just as Goth as they were. My hair had been dyed from its natural blonde to jet black and half of it was gone, leaving me with a messy, spiky bob. My lips were somewhere between maroon and violet. My face had pale makeup on it, and I was wearing a gunmetal filigree choker with a vintage glass stone set in it with additional black glass beads and a pretty black onyx faceted bead for the pendant in the middle. I looked more like a teenager than a 22-year old woman.

“This is my gift to you," Tiffany purred. “You can use this pendant to begin your hypnosis practice and put it to use once you know how to work with it."

The two girls began teaching me the art of hypnosis. I soaked it up like a sponge thanks to a post-hypnotic suggestion to be ready to learn and retain everything and to stay totally comfortable and enjoy my new look. It worked. I felt no qualms about becoming a Goth girl, and I was happy to have two new, real, and powerful friends.

Before I realized it, it was almost 10PM. We never ate dinner, so the three of us went out for pizza and beer and continued discussing things. I learned all about Wicca from them and discovered they were experts in eastern and western herbal medicine. They told me that the wine I had consumed earlier in the evening had been laced with hypnotic herbs to make me more susceptible to suggestion. I was so absorbed in this, I felt like I truly was developing a crush on these two girls. I had worked with them for 5 months, and in 5 hours, my opinion of them had changed 180 degrees. Now, I knew how they could convince unsuspecting boys to have all their hair shaved off. They liked the look on boys, and I discovered that they had a male harem of boys under their control. They could call any of them up and instantly have them come over for frivolity and fun. 

We went back to Tiffany’s condo and stayed up all night, munching on snack foods, and discussing ways to drive a male crazy in bed and in other places. Bridgette told me about all the toys she had in her condo. Her spare bedroom had been converted into a dungeon replete with all sorts of restraints, furniture to do different things, and even a wooden table that she had converted into a strap down. Bridgette first told me about the wonders of SSS. I had never heard about it, but now I knew why she was adamant that the boy she had hypnotized in front of me had all of his hair shaved off his head. It was only then that I discovered that it wasn’t the only part shaved. He visited her that night to get the rest of his body hair removed.

We finally went to sleep around the time the sun came up, and we slept until close to Noon. When I woke up, it had been almost like the entire past 18 hours had been a weird dream. It was only after I went to the bathroom that I saw my new self and realized my life had truly been changed. I don’t know if it was part of the suggestion or my own inner being finally coming out, but I wanted to be just like my two new best friends. I couldn’t wait to try it out on a boy and have my way with him. Having grown up going to Sunday School every week, the story of Samson and Delilah had no doubt played a huge part in my desiring to become a male only hairstylist, and now I was realizing that it was the control of Samson’s strength that had subconsciously turned me on so much. I wanted to be a modern day Delilah shaving away a boy’s strength so I could control him and make him become what I wanted him to become. And, I wanted him to become the perfect sex stud for my pleasure. For the right boy, I would do things to him he could never imagine, thanks to the toys I would soon buy and the advice of my BFFs.

When I walked into the school Monday morning, the other girls didn’t even recognize me. They thought I was either Bridgette or Tiffany’s friend there to meet them. You should have seen the reaction when they realized it was me. Some of them were turned off and no longer wanted to be my friend. I realized just how shallow they were and I used to be. When Bridgette and Tiffany walked in, I gave them big hugs. I realized that they were true friends who were looking out for my best interests.

My personality had definitely changed. I was now no longer scared to openly express my feelings to anybody, especially to boys that I found attractive. I began looking for a boy to be my first experiment, but it seems that the first week after my transformation I got either juveniles or retired Florida geezers.

In the middle of the week, Bridgette told me I needed to begin working out with them. I never realized just how buff the two girls were. In fact, they were not just physically fit; they were physically stronger than most of the boys and men who sat in their chairs.

By the start of the next week, I was enrolled in circuit training at the local gym. By the time I would graduate with my barber’s license, I was bench pressing 150 pounds 10 times in 20 seconds. I had some muscles on me, but I still looked very feminine. 

Up to the point where I graduated and passed the state test, I had yet to actually hypnotize someone I didn’t know. Bridgette and Tiffany let me practice on their stud boys, but they were already programmed to go under quite easily.

I graduated and immediately took a job at the salon where I now work. The Goth look had to go in order to work in a nice salon, but my new look allowed me to convert over to Goth when I am away from the shop. I still love the lifestyle today. Bridgette and Tiffany both moved to Northern Florida , and I keep in contact with them. 

Now for the heavy stuff. You now know enough of my background to hear what I did to the love of my life. His name is Alan. He is the black sheep of a wealthy family. I am in complete control of him, and he loves every minute of it. The first time I met him was just a few months after I began working after getting my license. I had no idea he was from a wealthy family, as he had been ex-communicated from the family business and money supply by a terse bastard grandfather and a wallflower mother who refused to step on her daddy’s toes lest she be next. As a result, Alan worked in a submarine sandwich shop in the day and spent most of his nights hanging out in new age clubs. He looked like a streamlined version of what we think of as future man. His hairstyle was a cross between the early 1970’s and Billy Ray Cyrus’s mullet. Can you just gag thinking about that look? It was hideous, and he wanted me to trim that awful ‘do to look just like a shorter version of it. I could have barfed in his hair, and it would have been an improvement.

For some unknown reason, Alan requested me that first day. He later told me he had taken one look at me and decided he wanted to change me into a female version of him. So, as it turns out, this was a cold war, and I won it without having to work up a sweat. Thanks to having private booths at our salon, I could work on Alan without any outside interference. When I took him over to give him a shampoo, I had a special towel ready to use on him. This towel had been previously soaked in a mixture of hypnotic herbs and allowed to air dry. When I finished with his shampoo, I placed the towel over his head making sure a good portion extended toward his nose. I told him to sit there a minute and relax while I went to the front desk to take a call for me. There was no call. I waited about three minutes and returned to Alan. He was still laying by the basin at a deep angle, and the herb-infused towel had gotten wet again and released the properties in it. Alan was quite relaxed. His eyes couldn’t stay open, and he had no idea why he was so tired all of a sudden. He commented quietly that he thought he could just take a long nap. I told him that once he got in my chair and told me what he wanted, he was welcome to sleep during the cut.

When he dragged himself to my station, I kept the towel on his head. He began to describe how he wanted his hair styled, pausing once and apologizing for the long yawn. Of course, it made me yawn as well. I told him to relax and let me take care of him. Before he had time to begin trying to convince me to change my style, I already had him sedated and very open to gentle, womanly suggestion. I turned on my little blue light and aimed it at the mirror so that it would reflect back at Alan’s forehead. I didn’t want it to blind him; I wanted him to be able to look up and see the light, which would make his eyes feel heavy with the desire to close them when I told him to do so.

I told Alan to look up toward the light in the mirror so that his head would be at the angle I wanted to start with. He was too tired to object and didn’t suspect anything. As he began to gaze into the light, I watched as his eyes dilated slightly. I reminded him to relax, and it was okay to go ahead and get sleepy just as long as he concentrated on keeping his head so that he was staring into the blue light.

It took very little time for Alan to be in a trance. I instructed him to keep looking at the light and to listen carefully to me, and within a couple of minutes, he was out cold. I ordered him to listen to me and obey, and I slowly began to offer him up some post-hypnotic suggestions that his subconscious would retain but regular waking state would not recall. While he was out, I began to cut his hair exactly as he liked it. As I was finishing 25 minutes later, I woke him up from his snooze. He was a little self-conscious about sleeping all the way through his cut. He had come in with an agenda and blown his chance. Little did he realize that I had laid the groundwork for a total transformation just a few days afterwards. You see, I had planted the thought in his subconscious that he looked like a very effeminate boy with his hair cut like that, and that the more he looked at it in the mirror, the more feminine he would feel. He would not lose that feeling until he returned to the shop and requested I do something about it.

I didn’t know if what I had said had worked, at least not for three days. On the fourth day, Alan burst into the shop and asked if he could talk to me for a second. I was in the middle of a cut, so I told him he would have to wait 10 minutes. I was so glad he was sitting in the waiting area, for I knew it had worked. I already knew he was sick of his girlie looks and would ask me to do something about it.

After my cut paid and left, I brought Alan back to my booth. The blue light was waiting for him this time, and when he sat down in my chair, he immediately stared at it. Before I began to put him deeper into my control, I heard him out. He told me he had grown tired of his long hair and wanted something more manly looking. I told him I could cut it in another hour after my next appointment if he wanted it badly enough. He virtually begged me to fit him into my schedule. As he sat there talking, I subtly readjusted the light toward his forehead once again. He had been programmed to look into that light, and it was much easier to put him under a second time. I made him go deeper into a state of unconsciousness but to be able to listen to everything I said. I didn’t want him to wonder why he fell asleep again, so this time I kept him under just a few minutes. I told him when he woke up that he would have no memory of falling asleep and no idea of any loss of time. He was to immediately leave the shop and walk around the strip center until his watch showed 4:45 and then return.

At 4:45, I had finished with my last client of the day. Alan returned, and I was ready for him. I sat him down in the chair and played with his hair for a few seconds. After pausing for effect, I told him the long hair looked very feminine on him. That word clicked in his head. He had been programmed to think feminine every time he saw himself in the mirror. He virtually begged me to cut it shorter. Finally, I told him if he wanted me to cut it shorter, he would have to let me cut it exactly as I wanted. He gave me the okay, and that’s all I needed to go farther with the mind-control. By now, I could put him under within a few seconds of blue light staring. This time, I didn’t want him to sleep. I kept him awake and suggested that the sight of my clippers erotically massaging his head would turn him on and make him highly aroused. The more they clipped him, the more he would have sexual feelings toward me. He wouldn’t be able to restrain his true feelings, and if he really wanted in my pants, he would have nothing preventing him from saying so.

I brought him out of it and plugged in my Andis clippers. His eyes got wider as he saw them. I fired them up and gave him a devilish grin, asking him if he was ready for a short haircut. He gulped and began to fidget a little. I whispered a little something into his ear, and he quickly became very docile and relaxed. I placed a number 3 guard on the clipper and began clipping his left side. Quickly, large amounts of thick dark hair began falling off his head and onto the floor. With each pass, his body jolted. I could tell it was having its proper effect on him. I wanted to look under the cape to see if there were any developments, but it was obvious quite soon that there was no need to see the obvious. He was getting very horny as I clipped him. I only clipped his sides and back that first time. I left his top about 1 ½ inches long. It was a short, all-American look. Alan smiled with a glazed look all through the cut. After the cut was over, I took him to the shampoo station to wash away all the clippings. While I was massaging his much shorter ‘do, I put him under once again and told him that he was to go home tonight, get ready for bed and brush his teeth. While he was looking in the mirror, he would focus on his clipped parts and begin fantasizing about me clipping all his hair off and having wild, passionate sex with him. He was to go to bed and use his hand to imagine me driving him crazy. He would be able to see my face with his eyes closed, and the thought would drive him crazy with the desire to come back in to have all of his hair cut off. He was to get it into his brain that a totally shaved head was going to make me want him in bed.

The entire time I talked to him, I was getting very much aroused. I knew this was going to be special. I had not been with a boy in almost 6 months, and I was in need of a stiff rod in the worst way. I wouldn’t have to settle for the worst way; I was about to get the best way.

I could barely sleep that night. I was trying to visualize Alan in his bed jacking off with me in his head. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

Just as I hoped, Alan was waiting for the shop to open at 9 o’clock that morning. He couldn’t resist temptation. I was a few minutes late arriving because when I finally fell asleep, I overslept. He saw me get out of the car, and he virtually ran over to me and escorted me to the door.

I played it cool. “Alan, why on Earth are you back here? Don’t tell me you want your hair cut even shorter?"

He began talking so fast, the poor boy couldn’t get the words out quick enough. He started by saying something about being 23 years old and not having a girlfriend. He rambled on and on about how he couldn’t stop thinking about me and how he wanted to ask me out. He went on to say that the more he thought about it the more he had a secret desire for me to cut his hair as short as I wanted. He mentioned all the things he was supposed to mention, and I knew I now had complete control over him. I told him to meet me by my car at 6 PM sharp that evening, and we would go to dinner and discuss exactly what he wanted. I told him to call me on my cell phone at 5 PM sharp so that I could tell him about the evening I had planned.

At about two minutes before 5, Alan called. He just couldn’t wait any longer to talk to me. I immediately whispered something into the phone, and I knew he was under once again. I reinforced his desire to have his head completely shaved and the erotic feeling and reward that would come afterward. He was instructed to keep thinking about me with every moment until he saw me and then to completely lose his inhibitions and have no qualms about hugging and kissing me if he so desired.

At 6 PM, the shop closed for the day. I didn’t see Alan. I had forgotten that I told him to wait for me at the same place he had been that morning, and he literally was standing outside in the same spot. It was behind a parked car, as there had been no car there at 9 AM.

I was pleased that he would respond literally to everything I asked of him, but I knew I better not say something like “go jump in a lake" to him. He would do it.

Alan left his car in the parking lot, and I drove him to a nice seafood restaurant for an oyster appetizer and a couple of drinks to get him really loosened up and aroused. I didn’t want anything to stop him from having zero inhibition when it came time for him to beg me to give him the works.

While we ate our appetizers, I began to explain to Alan the about the femdom world. I told him that I had the power to do all kinds of things to him including putting him into deep hypnosis. He listened attentively, but he explained he was not capable of being hypnotized. Why is it that the control freaks are the easiest people to put under? And, why do they always think they cannot be hypnotized. Everbody that has a working brain is capable of it, and everybody has had it happen to them, even if they don’t realize it. Just reading this story has done it to most of you.

As Alan told me about his great self-control, I asked him if he had any idea why he had gotten two haircuts in a few days and was about to get a third one at my house in less than an hour. He told me it was his own conscious mind making him a better person. I had enough of this by now, so I quickly put him under and told him to put his left hand in his drink. I brought him out of deep hypnosis with the suggestion that he wouldn’t be able to remove his hand from the drink until I touched it with my hand.

He looked at his hand in the drink and couldn’t remove it. He began to panic. I stopped him.

“Alan, do you realize what has happened now?" I asked. “You have been under hypnosis at my choice six times since last week."

“I don’t understand this," he replied worriedly. “I cannot get my hand out of this glass."

“And you won’t be able to remove it until I touch your hand. I want you to look carefully and realize that the second my hand touches yours, it will shoot out of the glass. I don’t want you to throw the glass across the room. Just gently remove it without spilling it."

I gently and romantically placed my hand on Alan’s hand, and it slipped out easily. Alan moped for a short while, and I began to feel sorry for him. He quickly realized that all the haircut ideas in his head had been placed there. Even so, he knew that he would have the best sexual experience of his life by allowing me to finish the job, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.

I explained to Alan that I had the same feelings toward him that he had toward me, but he thought it had been implanted in him. I told him that I only removed his inhibitions and didn’t influence how he really thought about me. I did what I did to remove all the game playing and facilitate getting to the good part of a relationship. His arousal was purely his own coming from deep inside him. It was allowed to come to the forefront because he had lost the ability to put up a guard in front of me. 

He asked about the desire to get his hair cut shorter and shorter, and I admitted that it was my desire to cut his hair each time. I told him that the long hair looked like crap on him, and the short hair made him very sexy looking. I also explained that he wouldn’t have been so easy to work with if he didn’t have some deep hidden desire to have me clip him short.

We talked for 30 minutes, and I told him about my recent past with my friends Bridgette and Tiffany, my Goth background, and my own dungeon back in my beachfront townhouse. Only my dungeon was a real one, located in my basement.

I glanced into his eyes, and he looked away, scared that I would hypnotize him again. I told him I didn’t really need to do that any more, and that I could easily put him back under just by telling him something. I shouldn’t have said that. He began to get up and leave, and I was forced to prove it by putting him back under. I ordered him to sit in the booth and sleep on my shoulder while his subconscious listened to me and obeyed. While he slept, I told him to stop being scared of my control over him and accept it knowing it was out of love and not power. I gave him several other suggestions, and then I kissed him awake. I told him to remember everything so that he would see for himself that there was no hocus-pocus magic to it. I told him he was very easy to put under because he had a desire to give up his will for me. There was nothing wrong with it, and it was actually a sign that we were very compatible. I promised him I would never abuse the power, and that I would make life very enjoyable and very pleasurable for him.

I paid the bill, and we left for my home. When we arrived, I walked Alan around the side and down the steps to the beach in the back. We circled around and came in through my mud room. I wanted Alan to see the dungeon first. We walked halfway to the steps that led up to the house and stopped at the only other door. It was painted black, just like the entire hall.

I didn’t turn the lights on right away. I wanted the suspense to build. I knew the path to the middle of the room where I had my makeshift barber station set up. I took short choppy steps with Alan holding on until we got to the chair and table. The first light I turned on was a little blue light identical to the one in the shop. 

I asked Alan, “Do you know what this light is?"

He felt compelled to stare at it, but he wasn’t sure why.

“That’s the same light I used to put you under in the shop. I had a little help with some herbals in the towel I used on your head. I want you to sit down and let me fix you an herbal cocktail that will make you feel really good all over."

Alan was still nervous even after two Bailey’s Irish Cream drinks. I told him to trust me and place his well-being in my hands. It took a few seconds of deep breathing, but he relented and let go. It would be clear sailing from here. I fixed him the sedating herbal cocktail in the form of a tea with honey and ginger. The honey and ginger, besides covering up the bitterness, would make him taste delicious in a short while.

This time, Alan realized that he was going to feel different in a short amount of time. At first he was a little nervous because he didn’t want to feel any different. I pulled up a chair next to him and held his hand and talked. I reminded him that he didn’t feel all that different when he started yawning in the shop that first time, and he felt a little more at ease. Of course, this was a heavy dose on top of two drinks, and that was just a wet towel in the shop. Alan began to feel very light-headed and told me his head was starting to spin. I told him not to fight it and let it make him feel really good all over. I told him I wasn’t going to put him under this time. I wanted him to be awake. I didn’t want him wide awake, because this final haircut was going to be a little tough to handle. I wanted Alan to be my lover and not to hate me for what I was about to do. I needed him to be shorn because that’s what had turned me on ever since I saw Bridgette do it that first time.

A waited a few minutes more, and by now Alan was having to fight sleep. He couldn’t keep his head straight, but it didn’t matter. I could do this cut with his head leaning over. I told him to sit back and recline a little so he could rest. With that, I took my clippers from my carrying case and plugged them in the socket. This time, I had no attachment on them. He was getting a clipper shave. I slowly began to run them up the back of his head where he could not see what I was doing. As I did so, I purposely rubbed my ladies up against the nape of his neck. I wanted this to be a totally erotic experience for him and make him want this again and again.

It only took three minutes to shave all the hair off Alan’s head. He was too mellow to respond at all. He was feeling no pain by now. When I finished, I stood on my tiptoes and brushed the ladies on his stubble. It felt wonderful and immediately made me horny. I wanted to take him to bed right away, but he was in no condition to enjoy it. Instead, I led him over to the couch and pulled it out to reveal the hide-a-bed. I retrieved sheets and a blanket from the closet and hastily threw them on so Alan could sleep it off for an hour. In the meantime, I went upstairs to make a late supper for the two of us. It took longer than expected, and Alan was out for almost two hours. With supper in the over on warm, I decided to give Alan his first pleasure experience. I pulled his pants down to his ankles and climbed on top of him. I placed his little man in my mouth and began sucking him like a lollipop. The honey and ginger took out some of the bitterness, and it took him little time to respond. Within two or three minutes, he was shooting in me.

To this point he had not seen himself hairless. I’m not sure he even remembered I had done it to him. When we walked upstairs to the dining room, we passed the ½ bath by the kitchen. I wanted Alan to see his new look, but I wanted it to be with positive reinforcement. I led him into the half bath and turned on the light. While I spun him around to look at his new look, I planted a passionate and moist open-mouth kiss on him and slowly took my right hand and massaged it on his stubble. The feel was as erotic as it could be. I was ready to go to bed rather than eat, but it was getting late. Alan hardly flinched when he saw himself hairless. Just a week earlier he looked like a redneck hippie.

We ate like it was the hot dog contest. Both of us didn’t treat our digestive systems nicely. I knew we needed to wait a short while before going to bed, so I led him outside to take a 30-minute walk along the beach. When we returned, I was ready to experience Alan at his fullest. The herbs were still affecting him some, so he was easy pickings. I didn’t have to seduce him. I just told him to take off his clothes and get his ass on the bed. I jumped on top and rode him for 30 minutes until we virtually finished at the same time. It was without a doubt the hardest and most intense multiple big O in my life.

I had originally planned on driving Alan back to get his car so he could go home, but that plan was scrapped. Instead, we stayed up until 3 AM making love and talking about our immediate future. Alan asked me to write down whatever it was that I said to him to put him back under hypnosis. I told him if he wanted to know I would have to say it out loud, and he knew if I did so, it would put him back under. I told him that he needed to let me handle things, and the only way I could would be if he realized that I could knock him out with one phrase. I reminded him he had to trust me, and I would give him more and more pleasure like he had just experienced. He dropped it and never again brought it up. I put him under at least once a week just to make sure he is still under my control. 

After a year of this incredible relationship, Alan surprised me with a beautiful diamond ring on my 25^th birthday. On his 25^thbirthday a month later, I surprised him with the keys to my townhouse. Yes, we are engaged and living together now. Every other night before bedtime, I take Alan downstairs and clip the long stubble back to tiny stubble. Alan knows that the moment those clippers turn on, he gets aroused. To this day, he has no idea why that happens. He thinks it’s just a response to them, but he’s been tuned into thinking that way.

I’ve experimented with some other things with Alan. I love him and cannot wait to marry him next March. I hope to give him a child right away. If it’s a boy, you can bet he won’t have a string of hair until he’s old enough to move out on his own. If it’s a girl, I plan on teaching her how to be in control of men.

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