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Hello to all in She-devil Land:

I am Amber, one of the 12 She-devils.  Some of you may want to become members of our group, but I am sorry to say that we are a closed sorority.  We capped our membership a while back, and we cannot accept new members.  It's hard to keep members of the weaker sex (the one's who donate sperm) from creating a female name and trying to become members, so we stopped membership at a number where we were able to confirm we have 100% female membership.  All She-devils have pictures and applications on file now.  We will continue to send some of our archived stories when we think they are worthy of being posted for members of the weaker sex to read.

FWIW, one ws from the HSS has successfully figured out who we are and located us because he lives in the same town. He recognized the names and got it right.  Let's just say, he got more than he bargained for.  We will eventually force him to write about what he experienced, but it may take some additional brainwashing to get him to do so.

Here is a contribution, sent in by Megan in Kentucky, back in March of 2009.  We distributed it to the She-devils members in April of last year, but it is just as timely and terrific in 2010.

Megan is a femdom barberette who owns over 30 electric clippers and trimming devices.  She has varieties from all over the world.

Here is the story in her words:

My name is Megan.  I am 42 years old and live in Kentucky.  I moved here from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, three years ago so that I could set up a femdom dungeon and convert Southern Boys much like I had been doing to Cheeseheads for years.

I am one of the most-tenured SSS (Shave, Smoke, and Sex) barberettes on the She-devils E-mail site.  I think I made SSS so popular amongst the regulars at the site.  Because of me and my former antics in Wisconsin, five other barberettes are married today, and two of them are pregnant from SSS evenings.  I gave them instructions on how to drive a man crazy, and here's an example of how I really drove this one boy to the brink.

His name was Doug, and he was a 19-year old shy boy.  He was good looking, and many girls at his high school had tried to get him to notice them.  Doug noticed alright.  He was too shy to approach them, and as he later told me, he often went home at night and pretended to be their boyfriend.  He was miserable because he had graduated high school and started tech school and still had never been with a girl.  I soon found out everything about Doug as he eventually told me whatever I wanted to know.  More about that later.

As a result of his shyness around girls, Doug started visiting establishments where girls had to serve him and not reject him.  He frequented the library and always found a way to ask the reference librarian, who was a lovely 20-something brunette, some question where she would have to work with him for several minutes.  He would smell her perfumed hair and neck and glance deeply into her mahogany eyes.  Then, he'd hurry home and pretend to be in bed with her.

He did this same thing with the cashier at the local grocery, a pretty 30-something redhead who actually found Doug quite handsome and had ideas of a cougar-cub relationship.  She actually asked him to go to lunch with her, and he wanted to do so.  He was too scared and told her he had a stomach upset and needed to go home.  He went home, but it wasn't vomit that stained his bed as he thought of her beautiful red hair and fair skin.

How do I know all this?  I was Doug's barber.  He came to me that first time in November of 2006.  He had long hair then.  It was down on his shoulder in the back, below his ears on the sides, and at least 6 inches long on top.  It was a mess, but I must admit that he was quite a handsome 19-year old boy.

He took one look at me, and I became the blonde he wanted in his bed.  I didn't know it at the time that he hated getting his hair cut, but he needed to sit down in front of me to fix my looks into his brain.  He would go home and stain his bed with my vision.  At first, he asked for a tiny trim of no more than 1/4 inch off.  I thought it odd, because at that length, you really couldn't tell he had gotten a haircut at all.

He came back again just two weeks later while taking a break from studying for his college exams.  I asked him how he wanted it, and he told me to do the same thing.  I found it quite odd that someone with that much hair would come back in just two weeks.  I asked him if he had found the earlier haircut not to his liking thinking he had not liked some way it was styled.  He told me he thought it was a great haircut and wanted to keep it that way.  That was really odd for that much hair.

Doug came in again just before the Christmas holidays.  This time, he brought me a small gift.  I knew immediately why he was coming so often.  He didn't want a haircut.  He wanted a barberette.  I was 39 years old at the time and feeling a little blue because I was away from my family for the first Christmas since 1988.  I had nobody to really celebrate with, unless I drove to Milwaukee, and I just didn't want to make the round trip by car.  To fly, I would have had to drive to either Louisville or Nashville, two places I'd rather not leave my car, as the long-term parking costs almost as much as the flight.

On this haircut number three, I began to pry into Doug's life.  He was a little shocked at first to be getting the third degree from me, but I had to know some things.  I asked him why he needed to get his hair cut every two weeks at that length, knowing full well why he wanted it.  He couldn't come up with a decent response, and I let him know that I knew why he was doing it.  He tensed up and began to clinch his fists.  He didn't know that girls have such intuition that they know what they know. 

I began to lay the groundwork for one of my best conversions ever.  I excused myself to go to the back and put some perfume and hair gel in my hair.  The odors of both were too much for a red-blooded American male to ignore.  The perfume was heavily-laced with pheremones.  I turned the thermostat up to make it hot in the salon, so that he'd feel the heat.

I returned and told him that I knew he was shy and needed a girl to show him there was no reason to be shy.  The pheremones, hair gel, heat, and the realization that he was fooling nobody caused him to feel faint.  He wanted to leave, but then he complained that he was feeling woozy.  I told him he looked like he was having a hot flash and needed a drink.  I walked over to my mini-refrigerator and pulled out a an herbal tea I kept. I had made a blend of damiana, lions tail, and hops tea with honey.  I gave him a glass full, and he enjoyed the sweet elixir. 

He had never experienced these herbs in him before, and within a few minutes he was as high as if it had been pot.  He was floating and losing his inhibitions, and I was ready and waiting for him.

I closed the shop for the afternoon and escorted Doug to my car.  I drove him the short distance to my house and escorted him to the back basement door, my dungeon door.  I led him into the room and placed him in my barber's chair I had down there.  I ordered him to have a second glass of herbal tea, and by now he was doing whatever I wanted.  He consumed the tea in about 10 seconds, and I went in the back room to change.  When I came out three minutes later wearing my favorite femdom costume of black high-heel shoes, black stockings, black leather miniskirt, and tight red blouse, he was catatonic.  I didn't want him unconscious for this event.  He needed to experience it so he would lose his fear of girls, and I needed for him to have the conscious opportunity to stop it if he didn't want to lose his innocence this way.

I led him over to the barber's chair I had in my dungeon.  I told him he was so hot he needed to take off his clothes.  He obeyed me now without having to think.  The hypnotic herbs had not only given him an erotic high, he had no control of himself.  He would do anything I asked of him.

Once nude, I ordered him into the barber's chair.  I took out my Oster Turbo 111 clippers I kept at home and brought them to life.  I lit up a Salem Light cigarette and blew it gently into his nostrils from about 18 inches away.  The smoke would react with the herbs to increase the high and keep him from falling asleep.  It would give him a real buzz, exactly what I was going to do.  I placed an Andis .1 millimeter blade on my clippers.  For those interested, this is about 1/250 of an inch or as close as you can clip with these powerful electric clippers.  To go shorter, you need balding clippers or a razor.

I asked Doug if he wanted me to get in his lap and shave all his hair off while I was having sex with him.  He only heard the part about having sex.  By now, he had no control over his conscious mind.  He wanted to have sex, and that's all he allowed himself to hear.

I climbed on him and stroked him a few times to get him ready.  I placed him in me and began making small but forceful motions back and forth.  Meanwhile, I took the clippers in my right hand and Salem in the left and began doing what I love to do best.  A few rounds of exhaled smoke into his nostrils from less than a foot away made his heart race and the blood flow quicker to his pole.  As I guided the clippers up the back of his nape and forward to his crown, the sound they made in taking off the hair caused him to jolt.  It felt really good in my pussy.  Every pass I made produced another of these jolts, and I was very horny quite quickly.  I started to blow harder on him and place the clippers on his scalp a little more firm.  Meanwhile, we were both headed to the same conclusion.  It happened simultaneously about three quarters through his head shaving.  He came hard and felt like a fire hydrant.  He had a momentary loss of consciousness, and while he was coming to, I began to have a major prolonged orgasm.  As I began to moan, I was finishing my Salem, and giving him one last strong blow.  He stayed hard, and I kept going.  It was one of the best orgasms of my life. 

After it was over, I finished shaving him, and he looked like a real stud with no hair.  He was starting to come out of the high, but I had other plans.  I also rolled these herbs into an herbal cigarette that produced a major high.  I lit up and blew it in his face.  He got really high once again, and I got a light buzz due to the fact I had used these long enough to build up some resistance.

Within three minutes, he had no idea where he was.  I could have told him he was on the moon, and he would have believed me.

I took my straight razor and shaving cream and lathered his pubes up.  While I was having fun with my light buzz, I took away all the pube hair.  I wasn't finished.  I lathered up his arms, then his chest, then his legs, and shaved off all the body hair.  It took a second blade to finish it.  Once he was no longer barbaric, I was horny and ready to go again.  I placed him on my couch in the dungeon and jumped on top once again.  I rode him hard for 10 minutes until he could take it no more.  He exploded and moaned very loudly.  With this, he was out cold.  I didn't get another orgasm this time, because there wasn't enough time.  While Doug was out, I lathered up his fuzz on top and shaved him smoothly.  I applied a light wax to buff it shiny.

Doug finally woke up about 7:30 that night.  It hadn't been an erotic dream.  He remembered everything that had happened, and he was no longer scared of girls.  In fact, Doug came back to my dungeon for more SSS events, and when I determined he was ready, he soon started asking other girls out.  He had told me about his fantasy girls, and I thought they were great tests to see if he passed.

He bedded the librarian early in 2008, and he is now going out with the former cashier at the grocery store. 

I still have my little shop and my dungeon just waiting to pounce on the next sub.  The power in the seduction and transformation gives a girl a high and an erotic experience that cannot be matched.  So, I say to all horny girls out there.  Buy yourself a pack of cigs, a good clipper, an herbal formula of hypnotic, mind-controlling herbs that can be consumed and/or smoked, and go get a man to dominate.  Your man will experience the same ecstasy you do, and in many cases, it will bind his love to you.  There are several girls on this She-devils forum who can attest to their ability to draw a man into their clutches.  Once you get a man under your control through our means, it only takes the weekly SSS to keep him there forever.  He'll never have the power to turn away from you, and you'll always be able to control his emotions and pole.  Control of the pole is what makes us hole.

We hoped you enjoyed Megan's story.  She is one of the most forceful fems out there.  She's been known to give the equivalent of a loboctomy to a couple of guys who needed it.  Just a few sessions in her dungeon can turn a lion into a lamb and make him easier to control, and that's what us she-devils condone.

We hope your Friday night passion play is great. Friday nights are our official SSS night.  Most new SSS conversions take place late Friday or to be more accurate very early Saturday.

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