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Today, we have a story written by three of us at the shop--Amber aka The Amb or The Amber, Jessica aka Jess, and Nicole (me). We haven’t written one of these ourselves lately, so we decided to contribute a story. Where we are located near a major university, it has been Spring break this week, so we had time to sit down and put this story on the computer.

Amber, Jessica, and I pulled this off last Friday after the shop closed. It was the first time we worked together as a trio in the dungeon since Jessica returned to the shop 16 months ago.

The story involves one of my clients, a sophomore at the university. I know he has had a major crush on me since I began cutting his hair last year. He has not been a sub during the time leading up to last week. I knew he was shy and unsure of himself. Yes, he was a prime candidate for the Chess Club and Math Club, and he would have never been confused for Joe Suave.

I don’t want to give his real name away, because he is really concerned about this now that he has become a new sub. I will call him Marv, because his deflowering was marvelous for us and him.

I cut Marv’s hair like clockwork. He always comes in on the first week of every month from September to June. The entire time, he has kept his hair looking like your typical All-American boy—about 2 inches long on top and 1 ½ inches long on the side, with it cut to contour around his ears. He parts it left to right on top. It grows a half inch in the time he goes between cuts, so I simple take off a half inch each time and shave his neck.

I never thought Marv was a candidate for the dungeon. I can usually tell who might be interested in getting dominated for erotic fun. I figured Marv as the typical Wally Cleaver who was too self-conscious of himself. I figured he went to church on Sunday, ate all his peas, and only spoke when spoken to. 

It took four haircuts before Marv would begin a conversation with me. I would ask him questions, and he would respond “Yes" or “No" with little else. Finally, on his December cut last year, and the week before his first college exams, I caught him with his defenses down. He had bags under his eyes from staying up late studying. I was dressed up that day as it was the night of our Christmas party. I had makeup and perfume on, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off my face. I knew he had a crush on me, but I also knew that since I am nine years older than him, he wouldn’t dare proposition me with a date offer. If he had, I would have accepted. He is a very nice boy, and he would make a great cub boyfriend.

During this December cut, I asked Marv if he had slept much the night before. He began opening up about how scared he was as a student in a big university. He came from a small farm community in a town of about 800 people. There were more than 800 people in the dormitory complex (6 dorms together) where he lived.

I began to realize just how insecure Marv was. The campus was like New York City to him. He was inexperienced in city ways. He admitted that he felt more comfortable around the cows at his parent’s farm than he did with the girls in the next dorm over.

I began giving him little tips and told him that girls were not untouchable. I let him know that most girls on campus want nothing more than a chance to get to know a nice boy who will treat them the way they should be treated. He was under the impression that all they wanted was to get drunk and/or stoned, have sex, and then go on to the next one. That may be true for 10% of the coeds, but most are already looking for the father of their future children. Marv, as a Wally Cleaver, was prime material. He just couldn’t be convinced.

In subsequent return visits to the shop, Marv slowly revealed more about himself to me. When he returned to the shop last September to begin his sophomore year, he was now confident of himself in the classroom. He had made the Dean’s List both semesters the year before, and he was now on an agriculture scholarship due to his high grade-point average. He declared a major in agronomic science.

As confident as he now was in school, Marv seemed to be more shy in social situations. He talked to me now like I was his therapist. That’s part of the job description when you are a barberette. By November, I realized that Marv was still a virgin boy. He wouldn’t admit it to me, but he said certain things that made it obvious. 

In his first cut back at school following Winter Break, I took our relationship farther. I told him that I knew he was a virgin. He hesitated before he responded, but he knew that I knew. He asked me how I knew, and I told him that older girls can pick up on things that would tell them about younger boys. That’s halfway true. I had to piece together the evidence like a detective.

Using my hair therapist skills, I quickly diagnosed his treatment. He needed to be deflowered by an experienced woman who could teach him how to make love and please his partner. Being a wild and crazy nympho barberette who absolutely loves to deflower the WS (weaker sex aka males for you new members) of the world, I began to plan Marv’s deflowering ceremony. I wanted to make it very special for him, but at the same time, it would have to adhere strictly to She-devil specifications. That meant that Marv would have to forfeit his hair with his forfeiture of innocence. He would have to make a trip to the dungeon and experience SSS. He would have to undergo herbal sedation and hypnosis to give him amnesia to the whereabouts of the dungeon, but at the same time, he would have to be able to remember vividly the deflowering ceremony.

Here at our shop, we actually write out like a script what we do downstairs. We make an outline in advance to make sure we have all our bases covered. We never take a WS down to the dungeon alone until he has become a full-fledged sub who has no rights and cannot object and will not reveal the location. So, for a first-timer, we mandate that three She-devils are there. This is done for our safety first and foremost, but it is also done so that three pair of eyes can pay attention to the WS to gauge what he is going through. If he appears to be too alert, we dose him heavier and/or take him deeper into hypnosis. If he appears to be out of it too much, we don’t proceed until we all can see that he can understand what is going on. We never force this on him the first time. He must verbally give us the okay that he is relinquishing control that first time. Once he gives us the okay, then he has lost his rights permanently to us. He does not get a do-over. He knows this is the case when we explain what is about to happen.

The plan for Marv was to set him up for this event during his February haircut. He came in on Ground Hog’s Day. I told him that he was chosen to receive the works for free that day. By the works, I explained that he would receive a double shampoo and conditioner, his regular haircut, and a back and neck massage all on the house for being such a loyal customer. He blushed a little and finally accepted what he thought was a gift.

Most of you know about our special shampoo basin and herbal shampoo blend. The shampoo is a strong lavender fragrance and has other relaxation herbs. Two applications of this shampoo combined with the proper massaging into the hair can put a cup of coffee to sleep. Marv began to get really comfortable and relaxed during the shampooing. Of course, I made sure it lasted as long as possible, and I encouraged him to relax and unwind because this was a very special reward for him being our favorite customer of all.

Within a few minutes, while I was applying the conditioner, Marv was falling asleep and waking up in intervals. He couldn’t stay awake, but he was able to comprehend what I was saying. His subconscious was picking up everything I said, but his conscious was taking a nice nap. Once he was in this state, I began setting him up for his March visit to the shop. I told him that he would remember that he wanted to come in for his March haircut on Friday, March 5. He would wait until 5:30 in the afternoon to walk down to the shop from his dorm, because it would make him remember the feeling he felt now having this wonderful shampoo and conditioning treatment. As he walked, he would become sexually aroused at the thought of having me cut his hair. I had told him that he would make it a habit to stare at my breasts and eyes during the haircut he was about to receive and realize that I was a very experienced lover who knows how to drive any man wild in bed. He would let that seep into his subconscious and recall that any time his mind turned to wanting sex.

I didn’t want to put too many things in his head, plus another customer came to the adjacent shampoo basin. I had to cut it short, but when I brought him back to reality, I could tell it had sunk in without his conscious mind knowing it.

I didn’t cut Marv’s hair quite as short in February. I wanted him to have as much hair as possible when he came in for his metamorphosis in March. After the cut, I invited him to come back to the break room for his free back and neck massage. 

Some of you newer members do not know about our break room. It is the link to the dungeon downstairs. We have an elevator and steps leading down through the back of the break room, and we keep it hidden with a partition. We keep our herbal potions in a cabinet in there, and our newest toy is our brainwave entrainment machine that we use to alter brainwave cycles. It can be used without headphones, but everybody in the room will be affected. With headphones, only the person wearing them gets the effect. It sounds like new age music, but it has subliminal frequencies that force the human brain to try to resonate with those frequencies. Thus, the brain alters its state, and voila, you have the WS in a meditative state in minutes. Combine a nice, stimulating massage with an electric vibrator, and the WS turns to putty in your hands. This time, Marv was deep in a trance, and I fortified the instructions I had given him 30 minutes earlier. He would remember how great this experience had been, and it would cause hm to begin thinking of me in a sexual way. He would begin to daydream about me having sex with him, and he would enjoy it more and more every time he had this daydream.

I didn’t want to leave things to chance, so I made it a point to make sure Marv would see me in a couple weeks so his subconscious would receive a booster. Before bringing him out of his trance, and with the music turned down a little more so he could hear me through the headphones as I whispered, I told him he would forget to take his baseball cap with him when he left and only remember on Friday, February 19, that he had left it in the break room. He would come back for it after classes that day.

I was very happy when Marv showed up at the shop that Friday to retrieve his cap. I took him into the break room and told him to wait while I looked for it in the lost and found. Meanwhile, since he was alone in there, I fired up the entrainment machine. I knew exactly where his cap was, but I made it seem as if I was actually looking for it. That gave time for the machine to do its work. I returned five minutes later to find Marv going into a meditative state. My friends and co-workers Amber and Jessica were in there as well enjoying some self-hypnosis to help them through their PMS.

I quickly re-entranced Marv to make sure his conditioning and suggestions had taken root in his subconscious. He was a rather easy subject. I used one more suggestive tool. I made Marv smell my Dolce & Gabbana perfume and remember that smell. I told him that as he remembered that smell, he would remember me and the arousal he got from that memory. I finally ordered him to make sure at all costs that he would come to the shop on Friday, March 5 for his late afternoon haircut.

Now, I had two weeks to plan his special evening. Since Amber and Jessica were there in the break room, I asked them if they wanted to be my two observers for the event. Amber told me she wanted to do the cut while I was going down on him. Jessica told me she would be glad to provide the blowing of American Spirits while I was busy with another stiff white thing in my mouth.

We set the plan in motion. Marv would be brought back to the break room and given herbal sedation prior to hypnosis. He needed to be able to walk to the elevator and from the elevator to one of the loveseats in the dungeon, but his conscious needed to be shut down so he would never remember how he had gotten there.

He needed to be highly aroused so that he would be thinking with his rod and not his brain. All three of us would have healthy amounts of D&G perfume on to fortify his subconscious thoughts. While we would be technically giving him a chance to make the decision, Marv’s subconscious would decide what I had told it to decide. He would want me so badly by this point, he would agree to get a vasectomy first if I wanted him to have one.

Marv would receive a GI haircut with our shortest clipper blade, an Andis 00000 blade that leaves about one day of hair growth on the scalp. He would be forced to inhale exhaled Spirits into his nose with his mouth covered in duct tape. I would be giving him his first BJ at this same time. I wanted him to spill first before I put him in me, so he wouldn’t go prematurely.

Last Friday, it all went off like clockwork. At precisely 5:30 PM and without having any idea why, Marv left his dorm room and walked to our shop. He arrived at 5:42, as I was looking at the clock and counting the minutes.

Jessica still had a customer in the chair, but Amber and I were done for the day. Marv came up to me and asked if I had time for a haircut before closing. We stay open until 8 PM Monday through Thursday, and on Saturday, but we close at 6 on Friday. You can figure out why if you are a She-devil.

I told Marv that it was too late for a haircut in the shop, but if he went back to the break room and waited for me, I would strike him a deal. If he took me out for dinner, I would cut his hair later that night in return. Marv didn’t know what to say, but when I put my heavily perfumed hand on his head and ran it through his hair, he tensed up in hard sexual arousal. His shyness was briefly overcome by his desire to feel aroused longer and longer.

Marv slowly agreed and walked back to the break room. I told him to put the headphones on and relax and chill for a few minutes. He remembered listening to the music and remembered how nice it made him feel. Amber took him back there and placed the headphones on him and turned on the theta wave entrainment selection. It was about five times stronger than what he had listened to before. Since he was already very conditioned for it, he was in almost a stupor in a short time.

Jess finished with her final customer, and she joined the Amber and me in the break room. The shop closed, and a couple of the other girls stuck their heads in to wish us good luck.

I fixed Marv an herbal cocktail of California Poppy, Kava, Hops, Passionflower, and Wild Lettuce. I added honey, water, and a couple of drops of Everclear to make a potent elixir. While he was still listening to the theta wave music, I handed him the drink, and told him to drink it all. He did it without thinking and appeared to not be phased in the least by what he had just consumed. It had a kick, but you would have thought he had just consumed a soda.

We waited 10 minutes for the potion to hit him hard. The theta music helped. It took about 30 seconds to entrance him deep enough for him to have no idea where he was. He was being convinced that he was at a nice restaurant enjoying dinner and getting to know me better. Once we were all on the elevator, I told Marv that we were headed up to my condo for his haircut, and that once he sat in the loveseat in my den, he would snap out of it and be as alert as he could be.

The second his fanny sat in the loveseat, Marv was lucid. He believed he was in the den of my condo. He was a little shocked to see Amber and Jess and asked if we were roommates. I put my finger to my lips and made a “Shhhh" sound.

With Marv seated and very comfortable with no nervous tension thanks to the herbs, I began to explain why Marv was sitting in the loveseat. I told him that he would lose his virginity in the next hour and a half or so if that’s what he wanted. Before he could interrupt, I began to explain that I was a Femdom who dominated men in all matters sexual. I told him that I wanted him for my new sub, and that if he agreed to give away all power and control to me, that he would immediately become my lover and have sex as often as he could withstand it. I told him he would have to allow me to have 100% of all decision-making when it came to our sexual escapades, and that he could not say “no" to anything I made him do once he agreed to become my sub. I explained that there would never be torture, and he would never be asked to take drugs or drink or smoke or anything like that. I told him that I would have total say-so over his appearance as I would want him to look his sexy best for me. Then, I asked him to think about it for a minute.

After a minute, I looked him eye-to-eye and asked him this:

“If you want to become my sexual sub and have me as your Femdom, I want you to put your hands out in front of you like a criminal readying himself for handcuffs. If you don’t want this, I want you to get up from your seat and stand next to it and ask me to take you home."

Marv placed both of his hands out in front of him and replied, “Cuff me!" It wasn’t much of a surprise. We have about 99% approval rate when we offer this ultimatum. The WS can only think about the great orgasm they expect to have, and they lose all ability to think rationally at this point. Marv saw three sexy women, all between 5 and 10 years older than himself, and he realized this was a once in a lifetime chance.

Before we could restrain Marv, he had to drop his pants. Sometimes, new subs are a little shy about disrobing in front of three women. We rectified that a while back by caping them up for their haircut first, and then telling them to take off their pants and shorts. Marv kicked his shoes off and slowly dropped his jeans and boxers. When the cape fell back onto him, we could all see a stiff rod poking a tent through the cape. Marv was highly aroused and ready to lose his innocence. He would have to wait 30 minutes more for the actual deflowering.

Once he was nude from the waist down and sitting in the chair with a cape on, Amber took his arms and restrained each one to the poles on either side of the seat. Jess shackled his legs with our leg restraints. I placed the hard elastic band to his chest and placed duct tape on his mouth. I told him to show me that he could breathe through his nose before progressing. This was only getting Marv more aroused. The cape showed a little creamy moisture developing below.

Amber fired up the clippers, while Jess lit up an American Spirit. She took a deep drag and blew it at Marv’s nose from about a foot away. His muscles locked tight, so it meant he was quickly getting a strong adrenaline rush from the smoke. That rush produced a pipeline of blood flow to his rod. 

The only bad thing about being the giver of the BJ is you cannot see the haircut taking place. Amber gave me the commentary the entire time, and it actually served as an arousal booster for Marv. He lasted about 30 seconds once I had him in my mouth, so I saw 90% of his induction cut. His hair was coarse, and it tried to fight the teeth of the clipper, so Amber had to go over each spot a couple of times. Jess carefully timed her blowing with Marv’s inhalations, and it took just three blows for him to spill his seed in my mouth. He tasted like the honey from the potion he had consumed. Yum!

Since so little of his hair had been cut by the time I emerged from the cape, Amber handed me the clipper and let me finish my new sub’s GI haircut. As the hair fell to the floor revealing more and more of Marv’s scalp, I let him know just how much this was turning me on. I told him he looked so sexy with a Marine induction haircut. The nerves from watching his hair depart from his scalp set up more sexual tension.

The cut seemed to be finished in a minute, but it took a full three minutes to take all of it off. Marv was so anxious to get in my pants, that he was too occupied to contemplate that he looked nothing like he had five minutes ago. Of course, there were three She-devils there to tell him that his new look was much, much sexier than his old look. 

At this point, the other two girls helped unfasten his restraints. Marv was ready for his deflowering. He got up from the little loveseat and was led over to the big loveseat in the back of the room. It is big enough for one of us to mount a sub and bonk him while still being upright enough to cut hair if we need to. Of course, this wouldn’t be necessary this time.

I took an American Spirit and lit it up. I blew it at Marv’s face, and he took a deep breath of it through his nose, his mouth still taped shut. He realized now that it caused an earthquake in his rod when the strong stream was directed at his nose. I love quick learners who get with the program with no hesitance.

The other two girls went out to get food for the four of us, while I mounted Marv and took away his innocence. He lasted only as long as the ciggie and blew his wad hard just as I was about to put it out. I was shocked to find out that he was quite a moaner. He tried to scream through the tape, because it was a violent explosion. He brought me to the point of climax in the middle of his cum, and by the time he was recovering, I was starting a long multiple orgasm of my own.

We cleaned off, and by this time Amber and Jess returned with Thai takeout. We enjoyed dinner, and then it was time to move Marv out of the dungeon. I slowly placed him back in a trance and told him to walk out the basement entrance of my condo. In truth, we were walking out the back door of the dungeon. We walked up the hill and around to the front of the salon, and I placed Marv in my car. I drove him home and only brought him out of the trance when we were in my garage. I had him think that we had just returned from dinner. I snapped my fingers after counting to five, and Marv was now totally out of his trance and no longer under the influence of the herbs (or at the very most only slightly still under their effect).

I asked Marv how he felt, and he replied, “Marvelous!" That’s why I am now calling him Marv. It’s a fitting nickname, because for the last five days, that’s how our relationship has been going. I think I could easily fall in love with this sweet and caring cub. Guess what? His Spring break destination has been my condo. He gave up a trip to Daytona for a trip to nirvana. I’ve made love to him every night this week, and I am going to give him a very special treat when I get home tonight. Oh, his hair has grown out to almost an eighth of an inch. What a hippie! He has to realize that he cannot grow his hair that long. It’s got to come off tonight, and I’m going to lather that head up and shave it smoothly. Rubbing one’s puss on a bald head is sooooo erotic.

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