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Hello to all HSS readers.  This is Barbie, the head She-devil.  We sent this story to our members in 2009.  It shows what we did to a member of the weaker sex (male) who schemed into becoming a member of our e-mail list.  We found him out and gave him a severe punishment.  Here is that story. 

Note: We use the term "Submission" when we send out stories to our members.  Our Submissions have other information that is not pertinent to this story site--things that are more geared to the cosmetology and barber profession as well as nutritional and weight-loss information, hypnosis techniques, pictures of our members in their shops, and the like.  Our story is always the main feature, and we send them to this site only after the author has given us permission to do so.  

Maybe you saw this one coming.  This week’s submission deals with a true story showing what happened recently when a member of the weaker sex (ws) discovered our e-mail address and successfully received submissions for almost six months. 

Okay, we know there could be ws here pretending to be real SD’s.  We aren’t that naïve.  However, when we discover them, we love making examples of them.

This happened recently.  One of our e-mail members in good standing, Cindy, is a barberette in a large city about 170 miles from our shop.  She has supplied three stories here over the last two and a half years, and she regularly does SD-type events after hours at her shop.

Cindy had a teenage boy client who obviously desired very much to experience something like we provide.  It was obvious to her that he was not experienced in anything other than self-fulfillment, and she knew he had a large crush on her.

Cindy thought it was fun “torturing" him by flirtation and doing everything she could to make the boy want her more and more.  She knew he was spineless and would never have the courage to make a move on his barberette, especially because she was 28 and he was 18.  If you ever saw Cindy, you’d know that many guys lacking confidence would be too scared to approach her.

This boy started to visit Cindy for trims every week to 10 days, and Cindy had begun to develop in him a desire to experience shorter clipper work, down to a number 4 guard on the sides and back.  He was definitely interested in the fantasy of getting shaved by her, as she had slowly used it as a joke at first and then gradually made it less and less of a joke.  She even insinuated that she might provide other services if he ever got the courage to tell her to cut his hair any way she wanted.

One afternoon, Cindy was reading a special SD posting we sent out to our members showing a video of one of our hypnosis sessions with a ws.  He came in unexpectedly for his trim after just 6 days.  Cindy forgot to close her browser, and at some point, he was nosy enough to get our e-mail address from her computer.  He must have read enough about the open e-mail that he discovered our secret.

Soon after leaving, the boy created a female-named e-mail address and wrote to us claiming to be a friend of Cindy’s and telling us that Cindy had given "her"our E-mail address.  We were too busy at the time to verify it, but it created a smoking gun when we later tried to investigate.

A few months passed, and we finally got around to thanking Cindy for sending “Scarlet" to us.  Angela sent her an e-mail asking Cindy about Scarlet, and Cindy replied that she knew no Scarlet and had not given our E-mail address to anybody in quite some time.  She then told us that she basically read our stuff at work.  Since her clientele is about 100% ws, we knew we probably had an illegal lurker on our site.

This discovery came in September of 2009.  We began asking Cindy to try to figure out which of her clients was “Scarlet."  Samantha, the resident genius here, assigned herself to Scarlet and sent him some personal e-mails.  Being 18, he finally goofed and gave away a name of Steve as someone “Scarlet" would like to do things to.

We contacted Cindy and asked her how many Steve’s she had as clients.  The second she saw the name, she knew who it was.  Steve was the 18-year old boy that came in once a week.

Now, we had to set up Steve’s punishment.  By this time, we had become experienced with hypnosis, so we knew we would resort to hypnotic brainwashing to teach Steve a hard lesson.  Here is how it went.  When you see a name underlined, this part of the story has been written by that person.

Cindy

I was mad at Steve for spying on my computer.  He obviously did it when I went to the laundry room to get clean towels.  I was more than happy to help in this conspiracy.  When Steve came in that first time after we knew it was him, I wanted to knock him out with a hammer and shave every hair off his head, but that wasn’t the plan.  I set him up by telling him to come to my shop the next Friday after 5:30 because I had a girl coming that day and she had seen him in this shop and indicated she thought he was the best looking guy she had seen.  I told him to just come in for his trim at that time, and he could get a good look at her.  I knew he was too shy to allow me to set him up, and I knew that the way I phrased it would mean he would show up just to look at this girl so he could fantasize about her.  He tried to probe and ask questions about her, and I just told him that he would have to come the following Friday after 5:30.  I close at 5:30 on Fridays, so I knew there would be no interference.  Once he agreed on coming in for his trim at 5:45, I contacted the She-devils and told them that Steve would be here, and there would be no witnesses.

I got a response back immediately asking for my phone number, and I sent it back.  Within three minutes, the phone rang, and I was speaking to a She-devil named Angela .  She gave me instructions on what would happen.  We set it up so that three other She-devils in my general area would be at the shop when Steve came in. 

Faye was a very pretty, petite blonde She-devil who worked at a shop just 18 miles from me.  I knew of the shop, but I had no idea a fellow She-devil with five years experience in this stuff was so close to me. 

Robin was beautiful brunette built like a WNBA basketball player at nearly six feet tall.  She was another She-devil stylist who lived 26 miles away from my shop.  She had three years experience with SSS, and she helped me get over my fears of it and gave me the courage to start doing it.  I didn’t know Faye or Robin, but I was thrilled to find two more like me in my area. 

The third She-devil was an experienced hypnotist/barberette named Emily who would be coming from a city an hour away.  Emily’s looks obviously makes it easy for this strikingly beautiful long blonde-haired, blue-eyed She-devil to take control over any male.  She had a sassy bob haircut that I saw and immediately flipped over.  After this was all over, Faye gave me a bob just like it. 

My part in this would be to make sure Steve arrived and then keep him from leaving until he left with the other three.  I did my part, and Steve got what was coming to him.

Faye

I’ve done things like this for a few years, but I had never witnessed anything like what Emily could do to a defenseless boy until I saw it with my own eyes.  I played the part of the girl who supposedly had the crush on Steve.  Since I have a short pixie cut, it looked like I could be one of Cindy’s customers.  I sat in the chair with a cape on my head waiting for Steve to come in.  I had the “formula" with me in a glass vial, and I would be responsible for getting it down Steve.

Robin

I am former athlete with a lot of muscles for a girl.  After talking with Cindy, I knew I could overpower Steve if I had to.  Of course, Emily had all the trump cards, and physical force would not really be needed.  I was sitting in the closest seat to the door in case Steve suspected something upon entry and tried to bolt.  When he finally entered the shop, I got up and walked behind him to keep him from having any thought of leaving.  He didn’t realize I was doing this, as he must have thought I was getting ready to leave.  He was too focused on Faye sitting in the chair that he was almost already in a trance from the moment he entered.

Emily

I have been called on by the She-devils in the past to do some things, and when they began studying hypnosis, I e-mailed them to inform them that I was an expert in the matter.  I even directed them to the woman who became their teacher, as I had been certified at the same seminar as she.  I am a real femdom as well.  I’m not just a She-devil femdom, I have all the BDSM tools at my home dungeon in my basement.  It is an hour away from Cindy’s shop.  I wish it could be in the basement of my salon like the real She-devils, but my salon is a one-story building with no basement.

The She-devils told me to do no physical torture to Steve, but I could threaten him with certain things if I deemed it necessary.  I knew exactly what I would do.  One of my toys is a zapper that I call "Mrs. Watts. It delivers 3,000,000 volts of no amperage electricity.  It’s enough to stun someone and render him paralyzed for a couple of minutes without doing anything dangerous.  It’s as effective as a Taser, but it is meant for personal use.  I don’t recommend this for self-defense because you have to apply it to the other person, and in a real mugging attempt, a big thug could take it away from you and use it on you.  It is strictly a femdom toy for me, but I had to promise the She-devils I wouldn’t use it.  Too bad Steve didn’t know this.

Steve walked in the shop a couple of minutes early, around 5:40ish, but we were ready and in position.  Robin blocked him from leaving, but all he wanted to do was take a seat directly in front of Faye.  She was supposed to be his secret admirer, and he wanted to just stare at her. 

When he took his seat, Cindy began to talk to him pretending to take a break from working on Faye’s hair.  While Steve was occupied, Cindy turned to Robin and asked her to lock the door and turn off the “Open" sign.  Robin also lowered the blind on the door.  The curtain on the window had already been shut, so there was now no outside interference possible.  The shop was supposed to have been closed for 15 minutes. 

Robin went out the back entrance that only Cindy uses and pulled my car right up to the door and parked it sideways so the passenger side was no more than 3 feet from the door, basically just enough room for the door to open and then the back door on the passenger side to open.

Next, Faye surprised Steve with a little monologue.

Faye

As Steve stared at me, I winked at him to let him think I was gaga for him.  Steve wasn’t that bad looking.  He was about 5-8 and 150 pounds with dark brown hair and brown eyes.  His features were soft, almost effeminate, and I knew he would look much more masculine with his hair cut off.  He didn’t know it yet, but he would not have hair in another couple of hours.

Steve finally realized that Cindy wasn’t cutting my hair.  I looked at Cindy and told her I guess it was time for me to tell Steve the whole story.  He looked quite uncomfortable by this point.  Robin came back in the room and took a seat next to Steve, while Emily moved over to sit next to him on the other side.  He appeared to be on the verge of bolting, but he had seen Robin lock the door and hand the key to Cindy.  He knew her dead bolt locked with a key on both sides.

I began to reveal some of the plan to Steve.  First, I asked him how he felt when he was Scarlet pretending to be a She-devil and what he did when he read the stories.  He acted like he had just shrunk in size to a foot tall.  He slid down in the chair at first and then realized it was time to bolt.  He stood up and went to the door, forgetting he couldn’t get out.  He started to walk to the back knowing there was another entrance but Robin stopped him.  It was then that Emily showed him the zapper and hit the button to let the charge hum and hiss.

Emily

I asked Steve if he wanted to feel 3,000,000 volts of electricity.  I told him it would knock him unconscious and paralyze him for 5 minutes.  I then showed him where I wanted him to sit—in Cindy’s barber chair.  He knew he couldn’t get past Robin, and he was now outright frightened of being zapped.  He obliged and sat down.  Faye came over with the vial of “formula."  It was a mixture of two herbal sedative combinations in a base of gin.  It was enough to tranquilize someone 200 pounds, so at 150 pounds it would do a number on Stevie boy.  I looked into Steve’s eyes and explained that if he was a good boy and obeyed everything any of us asked him to do without hesitation, that I promised he would escape without too much punishment and would actually begin to enjoy his punishment after awhile.  I reiterated to him that if he didn’t cooperate, he would feel the voltage cooking him from the outside-in.  I then asked him if we had a deal, and he slowly shook his head in the affirmative.

Faye opened the vial and told Steve to open his mouth and swallow it quickly.  For the only time in the whole experience, he hesitated and asked what it was.  Faye told him it would make him feel really good all over and make him forget his troubles.  I moved the zapper closer to him, and he drank it quickly.  The fear of shock outweighed the fear of the unknown.

Once he drank the formula, all that was needed was about 10-15 minutes of time for it to take over.  Steve was obviously nervous at first, as he waited to experience what the herbs would do to him.  He began to ask questions immediately after he swallowed, and we were glad he did.  That would help us gauge when it was time to get him to walk to my car.  He asked if he would get dizzy, and I told him that he would get somewhat dizzy but it would not make him sick.  He asked if it was going to knock him out unconscious, and I told him it would make him very sleepy, but it would be he himself that decided to take a nap if he felt like it.  He asked about side-effects, and I told him the only side-effect might be a desire to do this again and again.  He cracked a little smile and then asked if this was going to be a real-life She-devil event like in the submissions.  Faye looked at him and told him it was going to be a real-life punishment that he had coming for violating the board.  He didn’t know what was coming.

After a few minutes of quiet, I asked Steve how he felt.  He said that he felt like his head had become a helium balloon, and he began to giggle like he was on laughing gas.  I asked him to stand up, and when he did, his balance wasn’t there.  We quickly helped him to my car and put him in the back seat on the passenger side.  Cindy stayed behind to lock up her shop and go home.  From here on, it would just be Faye, Robin, Steve, and me. 

Once Steve was in the back of my BMW, Faye got in the front passenger seat, and Robin got in the driver’s seat.  I reminded Robin how expensive my car was and how I didn’t want her to have a wreck.  I got in the back with Steve and told him to lay his head on my lap.  Robin began to drive toward the interstate to head west to my home.  It would take about an hour and 15 minutes this time of night with a little bit of heavy traffic until we moved passed the city.  Once we were on the interstate, and it was dark, I asked Steve if he knew where he was.  He wasn’t sure.  He had lapsed in and out of consciousness a few times.

I told him to open his eyes and stay awake.  I took out a penlight and turned it on, shining it just above Steve’s eyes.  I told him to concentrate on the light and began to slowly move it back and forth making sure to keep the light shining just above his eyes.  As I did this, I slowly began to suggest to Steve to relax and listen just to my voice.  I watched his breathing to time my suggestions with his breathing pattern.  That’s one of the big secrets to a successful hypnotic induction.  A couple of minutes of repetitive talk and slow moving of the flashlight brought Steve into light hypnosis.  I was quickly able to deepen it and by making him close his eyes and producing strong eye catalepsy.  I told him to drift off into deep sleep and stay that way until I awakened him by snapping my fingers and telling him to wake up.

Robin stopped about 30 minutes outside of the city so that we could grab a bite to eat.  I stayed in the car with Rip Van Stevie while Robin and Faye got the food to go.  I knew he wouldn’t wake up with the herbs and hypnosis producing heavy, coma-like unconsciousness.

While eating in the car, I went over once again what we would do to him once we had him in my dungeon.  It would be the perfect plan.

We continued on our trip and made it home around 8:35.  After we were in my garage, I snapped my fingers and told Steve to wake up.  He slowly came to and was definitely still completely disoriented.  While he was that way, we quickly guided him into the door to my dungeon and shut the door.  By the time he began to reach relative consciousness, he was already in my special chair with Faye beginning to restrain his legs.

For a brief second or two, Steve tried to object, but I quickly reminded him of his date with Mrs. Watts if he didn’t obey.  It hit him once again that he was in the process of being abducted by real-life She-devils and was not fantasizing.  Faye continued to tie his legs to the bottom of the seat and then grabbed his arms and placed them in the restraints tied to the side of the chair.  Since Steve had not been deflowered, we were told not to make this his first time.  Instead, he would be victimized over and over again by a special vibrator meant for the weaker sex—a vibrating pussy.  It would be inserted onto his penis and turned on to constantly produce enough vibration to drain him in the course of an hour or two.  He would love it at first, but after four or five strong ejaculations, he would begin to feel very sore and want it to stop.

After Faye dropped his pants and inserted the cyberpuss on his penis, I explained some things to Steve.  I showed him my Wahl Balding Clipper and told him it was going to be used to remove every hair on his head.  While the cyberpuss was protecting his sensitive parts, Faye would be removing his pubes.  Robin would be introducing him up close and personal to her light filter yellow pack of American Spirits cigarette smoke.  Steve knew it was coming, because he had read the stories.  He just didn’t know what it would do to him when it was combined with the cyberpuss. 

I turned on enough light for Steve to witness his haircut.  Just before starting the three of us put on heavy applications of the favorite perfume of She-devils everywhere--Boum Eau De Parfum.  I slowly began clipping from back to front so the hair would pile up in front of him and fall down on the vibrator.  Faye had to push some of it aside as it got in her way of his pube shave. 

Steve tried to move his face away from Robin’s blown smoke, but it almost caused Faye to nick him down below.  I warned him that Mrs. Watts would take him out if he didn’t sit still and take in deep breaths timed to Robin’s exhales.  He knew he was now forced to obey, and he began taking in large inhalations of spirited smoke.  Almost immediately, he blew like a geyser.  Faye had to get out of the way, and I had to pull the clippers back.  Robin kept sadistically blowing it at him as his breathing turned to panting.  The smoke produced an even more rapid heartbeat, and it pumped blood faster and faster into his penis.  With the vibrator still going strong, he couldn’t get soft, and he continued to stay stiff and ready for more.  Robin continued her timed blowing until she was about finished with her cigarette.  By this time, Steve was nearly bald except for a small patch above his right ear.  Just as Robin took the final long drag, Steve began to fire for a second time.  This time, he groaned a little through his nose.  Robin timed her last exhale to force him to take in a lot of smoke.  Combined with the herbs, it caused him to black out briefly.  However, the machine continued to vibrate, and he couldn’t get limp.  We let him stay asleep for five minutes so that Faye could finish removing all his pube hair.  Then, she and Robin began to lather up his legs and start removing it all down below.

Steve came to and realized he was going to lose every hair on his body.  He also realized the machine was now torturing him with pleasure.  It was time for me to light one of my special Kanna Herbal cigarette that produces a euphoria without the sluggishness of the other herb.  I lit it up and began blowing the stream at Steve’s nose, and within two deep breaths, he was in another world.  That’s where I wanted him.  It was enough to make me feel stress-free, and I gave Faye and Robin the rest of it to experience it for themselves.

With Steve now in a euphoric state, I began to hypnotize him.  Just before I started, out pumped cum number three.  It would have caused him pain by now, but he was in an altered state.  Now that he was deeply under, it was time for his real punishment.  I turned on some music guaranteed to burn a memory into his head.  Music is a great brain-washing aid.  Next, I made him open his eyes and stare at a picture of a very homely obese woman with a large boil on the side of her face.  Next to this woman, Susan Boyle looks like Megan Fox.  For Steve’s punishment, I set it up so that every time he felt horny, he would think of this woman and smell horrible B.O. thinking it was coming from her armpits.  It would be the only woman he could picture in his mind, and he would have to beat off with her being his fantasy.  If he tried to picture anybody else, he would feel the pain he was feeling right now from the soon-to-be fourth cum.  He would not be able to get this woman’s face out of his head, and with that face, he would hear this music playing over and over solidifying the hold she held over him.  There would be only one cure that would work.  He would have to go to Cindy and beg her to keep his head shaved to peach fuzz every week.  He would have to become Cindy’s sub and submit to SSS with her every Friday night.  He would have to go home with her and let her do anything that she wanted.  If he disobeyed in the tiniest way, the homely obese woman with the B.O. would appear in front of his face like an apparition. 

After his fourth cum, it looked like the last few ejaculates were dry.  It was time to turn off the machine and empty the cum juice from it.  Steve was wiped clean and allowed to sleep until 11 PM. 

At 11, Faye woke him up to see if the brainwashing had worked.  She stroked him down below, and he nearly screamed.  Obviously, he saw the homely obese woman in his head.  It worked.

The next morning, Cindy arrived at my house before Steve woke up.  We told her that the plan had worked like a charm, and Steve had learned a tough lesson.  Cindy flipped when she saw the hairless version of Steve, and she wanted to jump him there.  We told her he would only be able to respond with an SSS session, so she quickly had to learn how to do it.  Robin showed her the ins and outs and gave her the rest of her yellow American Spirits.

Cindy woke Steve up and helped him to her car.  He was still too woozy to take in what had happened and what was going on.  By the time he woke up in earnest, they were almost back home. 

Cindy

I couldn’t wait to try SSS on Steve.  This time, it would be the real thing, and he would be losing his innocence.  To show you how strong the post-hypnotic suggestion had been, we passed a billboard with an exotic dancer on it, and Steve screamed.  He obviously had gotten aroused by her picture, but she turned into the ugly fat woman in his head. 

Steve was too scared to come to my shop for a few days.  I later found out he had visited a shrink to try to get the vision out of his head.  It didn’t work, because the shrink was missing the vital piece of the puzzle.  He didn’t know Steve had been brainwashed; he thought the problem was coming from Steve seeing things that weren’t there.  Steve really was seeing things because they WERE there in his subconscious.  It’s just that every picture of a sexy girl looked to him like the ugly fat woman.

Steve didn’t understand why, but he found himself at my shop door that next Friday night just as I was about to close for the evening.  He begged me to help him.  He couldn’t remember the major SSS session and brainwashing, but he sensed that his new haircut had brought on these weird feelings.  He thought I had cut his hair that night in the shop.

I locked the door and shut the blinds and placed him in my chair.  I took out my Andis clipper and .1mm blade to begin to trim off the stubble that had grown back on his head.  I took out the yellow pack and lit up, blowing a strong stream at Steve’s nose.  He quickly relaxed and felt aroused without a trace of ugly fat woman.  After I finished shaving off his stubble, I told him to drop his pants.  He did so.  I dropped the seat back to a horizontal position and climbed on top of him, smoke coming out of my mouth and into his nose.  I inserted him into me and began the process of removing his innocence.  It took two cigarettes to get him to explode.  He was still a little bit shaken up down below by all the vibration he had endured 8 days earlier.  When he came hard, he smiled a big smile.  I could sense his newfound courage. 

Soon, Steve hung around the shop nearly every day.  It was the only way he could stay sane.  I began to give him SSS every day, and besides the great sex, it helped me lose 10 pounds I had been trying to lose for a long time.  I really enjoyed the feeling of control, and I had never experienced such forceful orgasms from it.  I began buzzing his hair every day just like somebody shaving every day; once a week, I shaved him down below.

After six months, Emily came back and removed the brainwashing allowing Steve to return to normal. By that time, Steve had fallen in love with me, and I was in love with him as well.  He never tried to read my e-mail again, and he felt funny even getting close to my computer. 

Unfortunately, once the mind-control had been removed, Steve was not the same.  He no longer wanted his head shaved every day, or even once a week.  He got to where he could not stand to be in the presence of smoke either.  One day, he called and told me he was moving and would not be seeing me any more.  It ended on the spot.

However, from that point on, I was no longer afraid about being a full-fledged SD.  I learned hypnosis and soon began using it on many of my ws clientele.  It led to a lot more business with them coming back sooner than normal for shorter cuts. 

One of those clients, Greg, became my new sub, and we have started dating.

She-devil postscript: Cindy married Greg in October of 2010.  They were two of our 54 guests at our SD get together in June of 2011.

As for Steve, Cindy never heard from him again.  He might have tried to set up another fake e-mail and become a member, but we highly doubt it.  He knows that Mrs. Watts could come give him the shock of his life if he ever gets caught again.  That goes for all ws that try to infiltrate our secret society.

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