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Hello to all at the Haircut Story Site.  This is Mary giving you a great story we recently received from one of our devotees.  She has given us permission to send it here.  We hope you will enjoy it, because it really is amazing.  As far as we can tell, it is a true story.  Via some past Aveda hair shows, we know both of the stylists mentioned in the story, and if they say it happened, we believe them.

My name is Leah (Last Name Omitted By She-devils).  I am 24 years old, and I hold a Master’s degree in experimental psychology from the University of Michigan.  I still live in Ann Arbor, and I am taking some time off before attempting to enter a doctoral program.  In the meantime, I am working just down the road in Ypsilanti at Lover’s Lane—a great adult toy and clothing outlet that sells online.

Working in an adult store that specializes in fetishes gives a psychology student a lot of on-the-job training.  I have heard it all and seen it all.  I even saw a 60-year old woman bring a 20-something year old male student in once; she was having an affair with him and wanted to buy a cock ring with a lock to keep him from going astray.

I admit that I like to have fun and experiment with younger boys too.  It is part of my area of expertise—mind-control.  I use my body and mind to control a certain type of boy—the one who wants to have a girlfriend very badly, but is too shy or timid to ever approach the sexy type that turns him on.

I am nearly six feet tall.  I have a face of a model and a body of an athlete.  My eyes droop a little, and guys are attracted to me like the south pole of a magnet is attracted to the north pole.  I have been hit on by all the overconfident macho men in the area, and prior to that all the over 16 males of Greater Buffalo, where I grew up.

I don’t like macho men who think they have exactly what I need.  I find the quiet, shy types to be the best lovers once you train them in the proper ways to satisfy a woman.  Since it is easier to do so with those who are less experienced or not yet experienced, I go for the boys who look like they have the potential but have not gotten into the game yet. 

That generally leaves me with three types—the guys who look like Quasimodo; the guys who are just reaching the legal age of 18; and the guys who are scared to death of the opposite sex, even though they are straight.  It is this third group of guys that turn me on.  They have all the desires to be with a woman and usually have all the experience that their hands can give them.  These guys have frequently yanked themselves and even applied vibration to the point where a woman cannot get them off in three minutes.  This means, they having lasting power.  Because they can last, they can satisfy—but only once they have been trained in how to develop the rhythm needed.  Each of us has a different rhythm that works for us, and it is only a matter of muscle memory to train a male to hit it every time.  However, if you have a very experienced partner, he may have become too trained in muscle memory to the rhythm that gets him off.  Good luck retraining him; it will take a good brainwashing.

Today, I want to talk to you about my conquest of Timid Tommy.  Tommy just turned 21 on September 23.  I met him back in June when he was taking summer classes at UM.  He took psychology 111 as one of his core requirement courses.  It was in East Hall room B844, next door to the class where I was the TA.  I saw him three days in a row, and each time I had to stop and look him over.  He looked like an extra from “Revenge of the Nerds."  His long, curly brown hair had a mind of its own, and I thought he would get it caught in an elevator.  He walked nervously as if the rest of the world was watching carefully.  It only drew attention to himself—negative attention.  I could tell he was definitely an innocent little nerd. 

Tommy was not one to dismiss.  He had potential.  He needed a haircut and an education in Woman 101.  A little exercise and some sun, and he might look more like a lady-killer than a nerd.

The hardest part about getting these types to trust you and to go along with what you want to do is the introduction and initial tryst.  They always assume there is an ulterior motive, because in their eyes, they are worthless to the opposite sex; at least to the part of the opposite sex that are not nerdettes.  Tommy might have accepted a weird science girl with a 200 IQ, wearing a metal retainer and three-inch thick glasses who propositioned him to a good game of three-dimensional chess, but he wasn’t going to even say hello to someone like me.  That’s where I had to come up with a clever ruse.

It was during my monthly hair appointment where my stylist Jen let me in on a little secret.  She and three other girls in this shop were more than hairstylists; they were all dominatrixes, or as they called themselves Femdoms.  She informed me that they belonged to an online group called the She-devils who ran a barbershop that had a real dungeon downstairs. Jen didn’t know where it was located, but she received a weekly e-mail, what they jokingly called a Submission because it was a mission involving an act of a Femdom over a sub. 

Jen knew I worked at Lover’s Lane, because that is how we met, and that is why I ended up getting my hair styled with her. She realized I would be the type to go for such a thing. She told me that her best friend and herself would be open to participate in a mind-control experiment like I had talked to her about in the past. They had no dungeon at her salon like the She-devils had, but she had a nice finished den in the basement of the house where Jen and Jess, another barberette shared on the east side of Ann Arbor. It could easily be made into a “dungeon."

After the cut that day, Jen invited me to come over that evening to help decorate their den into a dungeon.  I couldn’t believe my eyes when we were finished!  We had converted a low-back lounge chair into a barber chair with leather restraints on the hand rests and shackles on the foot stool.  I recognized a lot of the toys we sold at LL in the two girls’ house.  The room was now dimly lit with red-colored bulbs, and in the back of the room was a bed, also with restraints.  There were large mirrors situated around the makeshift barber chair so that whoever was sitting there could see himself from in front and in back. 

Later that night, my two new cohorts showed up at LL for a shopping spree of fetish clothing. When I got around to showing them our selection of cat tail whips that a dominatrix uses, they informed me that they did not cause any pain.  This was all about sexual pleasure.  She added that the only “tortures" they gave to their submissive boys was to blow smoke at their noses while their mouths were taped shut, and to cut their hair mighty close, most of the time against their wishes as an act to show them they had been enslaved and were now subs to their mistress.  When she told me this, it was like a spotlight going off in my head.  This would be the perfect way to control a mind if one knew how to use this along with a hypnotic entrancement.  What better way to remove a boy’s old personality than to change his appearance and cloak him in a shroud of smoke and erotic pleasure? 

It hit me just how I would lure Tommy into his trap—he needed a haircut worse than any other boy on the campus, at least any other boy I knew.  I would entice him into getting a haircut by wording it in such a way, he would have to accept.  Just as long as Jen went along, it would be perfect.  When I told her my idea, she loved it.  It would bring more business to her in the long run, and it would trap the one prey I wanted to catch.

I went home that night and carefully planned the advertisement that would lure Tommy into the trap.  I would put up an announcement on a bulletin board just outside Room B844 at East Hall.  It would call for male UM students with a valid UM ID to receive a free haircut consultation with Jen at her salon if they called between 10 AM and Noon on Tuesdays or Thursdays.  If the person wanted to book an appointment with her following the consultation, it would be at the introductory price of just $10; a normal men’s cut was $30, but I did not mention that in the flier.

Unfortunately, I did not save that initial flier, so I don’t have the exact wording.  It was personally tailored to attract Tommy.  After he was caught in the trap, I substituted it for one that Jen wrote herself hoping to lure as many new customers as possible. 

On the following morning, a Tuesday, at 9:15 AM, I placed my sheet on the wall next to Tommy’s Tuesday/Thursday 9:25 Psych 111 class.  He would be one of a handful of boys to see this special banner.  He stopped to read it, because he would have read anything taped to the wall.  After all, it could have been a note from his professor.

Tommy was the second boy to read it.  The first one had an expensive haircut, so he obviously wouldn’t have cared about it.  Tommy not only stopped to read it carefully, he took out a note card from his plaid shirt pocket and wrote down the information.  Because he had to call before Noon that day or wait until Thursday, I figured chances were good he would call.  His class ended at 10:40, and he would have about 70 minutes to make that call.  As soon as he walked in the classroom, I called Jen to inform her that the fish had taken the bait.

Sure enough, the fish phoned the fisherman at a few minutes past eleven.  Jen told me he spoke very nervously, but he mentioned that his hair was very long and curly, and he had wanted to try something else but wasn’t sure what to do.  She acted like a pro.  She talked him into coming in for a private consultation at 3PM on Friday.  Perfect!

When Tommy arrived for his free consultation that Friday, I was there waiting.  It would be tricky, but I planned on inducing him in a hypnotic trance while he was sitting in her chair.  Even though it was a semi-private booth, there would be a lot of distractions in the shop, so it wouldn’t be easy.  However, I had one thing going for me.  Genius nerds tend to be able to close themselves to the outside world and concentrate solely on one thing at the expense of all others—a better hypnosis subject you will never find.

I was in the chair when Tommy was directed back by the receptionist.  We acted like I had just had my hair cut.  Jen was combing my hair and telling me how great my new look was.  I smiled and told her that she was a magician, and how I couldn’t believe that I looked like a nerdy girl just one year earlier—psychology 111 being put to work for our experimental subject’s eyes and ears.

As Tommy entered the booth, his eyes contacted mine.  I knew he had seen me before, so I used that to my advantage.  I smiled and let my eyes droop a little more than normal.  I looked at him, and I said, “Hi, I’ve seen you at East Hall, haven’t I."

Tommy was frozen stiff.  He did not know what to say.  So, I spoke up. 

“So, I guess you are Jen’s new customer.  She’s the best, and she will make you look like a million bucks."

Tommy flashed a minor nervous smile.  I actually felt really sorry for him.  Here he was too nervous to even carry on what he thought was a harmless conversation.  He needed my help so that he could live a normal life.  He didn’t need to wait until he was 30 to find some science experiment to marry.  He could find a nice girl-next-door type to create a nice nuclear family.

I stepped out of the chair and motioned for Tommy to take the seat.  When he did so right away, I realized this was going to be a piece of cake and offer very little challenge for me. 

Tommy couldn’t believe the luck when he cast his eyes on his barberette-to-be.  He knew that this beautiful pixie-styled blonde hair stylist would give him attention as long as he sat in her seat.  She continued to talk with me while she took a comb and began trying to make heads or tails out of Tommy’s bird nest.

Jen told me to stick around and tell Tommy what I thought when she recommended a new style for him.  Tommy reacted like he had just found a goldmine.  Two older, very pretty women were giving him attention.  This obviously never happened to him, and he was going to soak it up for the few minutes he would have in that chair.

While Jen diverted Tommy’s attention, I began studying him up close.  I decided after a few minutes to tell Tommy I wanted to try an experiment with him to see if he could imagine himself with a makeover.  Tommy didn’t know how to respond, and I just lowered my voice and made it more breathy.  I told him to just try something with me as an experiment.  “Experiment was a key word to him.

“Tommy, please just close your eyelids and let me help you let your mind drift off away where I help you take it."

Tommy reluctantly closed his eyes and sat a little deeper in the seat.  Jen slowly walked away so that I could work with him one on one from behind his seat.

“Now, Tommy, I want you to listen to me, and I am going to help you open your mind."

Tommy seemed to respond to this.  Anything that challenged him to concentrate and tune out everything else stimulated him.

“Now, you are aware of everything, but you are not consciously aware.  You are listening to my voice with your subconscious mind, while your conscious mind is far far away and not listening.  Your conscious mind is drifting far away and cannot hear anything in this room.  Your subconscious mind is very much awake and listening to me.  It hears everything, while your conscious mind remains very relaxed and peaceful. You can relax peacefully because your subconscious mind is taking charge."

I watched as Tommy began to unwind.  His muscles became very relaxed, and he began to slump a little in the seat.  His breathing pattern began to change as well.  I continued.

“With your eyes shut, you let your subconscious do all the listening. Your subconscious mind knows, and because your subconscious mind knows, your conscious mind does not need to know and can stay asleep, and not mind while your subconscious mind stays wide awake.  You have much potential in your subconscious mind which you don't have in your conscious mind. You can remember everything that has happened with you subconscious mind, but you cannot remember everything with your conscious mind. You can forget so easily, and with forgetting certain things you can remember other things. Remembering what you need to remember, and forgetting what you can forget. It does not matter if you forget, you need not remember. Your subconscious mind remembers everything that you need to know and you can let your subconscious mind listen and remember while your conscious mind sleeps and forgets. Keep your eyes closed, and listen with your subconscious mind, and when you're listening very, very carefully, your head can nod ‘yes’."

Tommy nodded slightly.

“As you continue to listen to me, with your subconscious mind, your conscious mind sleeps deeper and deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Let your conscious mind stay deeply asleep, and let your subconscious mind listen to me."

I repeated the monotonous instructions another time through making sure that it was too boring for his conscious mind to stay interested.  Tommy’s eyelids soon began to twitch, and he was in a REM state.  He was in the beginning stages of hypnotism.  It was time to take him deeper.

“I want you to relax more completely.  I’m going to count backwards from 10 to 1.  The moment I say the number 10 you will allow your eyelids to remain closed and no matter how hard you may try, they will not open. The moment I say the number 10, you will, in your minds eye, see yourself at the top of a small set of stairs. The moment I say the number 9, and each additional number, you will simply move down those stairs relaxing more completely. At the base of the stairs is a large feather bed, with a comfortable feather pillow. The moment I say the number one you will simply sink into that bed, resting your head on that feather pillow."

Tommy nodded his head, and that was his last movement until after I brought him out later.

“Number 10, eyes closed at the top of those stairs. Tennnnn ...  Nine, relaxing and letting go. Ninnnne ...  Eight, sinking into a more comfortable, calm, peaceful position ...  Sevennnnn ....  Sixxxxxx ... going way down ...  Fiiiiiiive ... moving down those stairs, relaxing more completely.  Fourrrrr ...  Threeeee ... breathe in deeply ...  Twoooooo ... On the next number, number one, simply sinking into that bed, becoming more calm, more peaceful, more relaxed ... One ... Sinking into that feather bed, let every muscle go limp and loose as you sink into a more calm, peaceful state of relaxation."

At this point, Tommy was deeply in a hypnotic trance.  He was the perfect subject.  He could not feel me and could not register a response when I pinched his forearm.  Before I began to issue any instructions to his subconscious, I had to make sure his conscious would never remember anything I was going to tell him.  This was only for his subconscious to hear and retain. 

I took his conscious mind through a special elevator ride to the bowels of his brain.  I commanded his conscious mind to stay dormant far out of the range of any outside perception, and I brought his subconscious up to the door to my voice.  He would be able to act upon any suggestions I gave him, but it would be as if it never happened to his conscious mind.  There would be no memory to recall, much like you the reader could not remember what I the writer dreamt about last night.

It was now time to begin his mind programming.  First, I wanted to instill some confidence in him—just enough to have the confidence to go through with what I had planned for him.  However, I did not want to overdo this; I just wanted him to have a little new confidence.  Once I had him firmly under my control after the initial night with him, I would begin to add on to that confidence.

“You will now become aware of the self confidence within you. You are realizing that you can allow yourself to have the confidence to not be afraid of girls.  If a girl makes you feel good, you will be confident enough to let things happen and let her into your life.  You begin to let go of your fear of girls. This is now part of your past."

Before I continued with the next part of his instructions, I had to wait for a customer in Jess’s booth next to Jen’s booth to pay for his haircut and leave.  I told Tommy to relax and imagine himself getting a wonderful haircut from Jen and looking so handsome to all women.  I would soon tell his subconscious what constituted a wonderful haircut.  The guy in the next chair had been listening up to this point, and I could not allow him to hear what came next.  As soon as he left, I continued with Tommy.

“Tommy, when you wake up from your nap in a few minutes, you will have a strong desire to accept any haircut advice and proposals Jen gives to you.  When she tells you that she wants you to come back in at 6 o’clock this evening so she can give you an experience you will never forget, you will put your newfound confidence to work.  You will take a look at her and then at me when I tell you I will be there also, and you will begin to develop all kinds of fantasies involving the two of us.  You will have to go back to your bed and satisfy yourself until you are worn out.  The entire time you are having fun with yourself, you will vividly imagine our faces, our voices, and our perfume.  It will make it more intense, and you will not be able to stop yourself.  After a short nap, you will take a shower and speed back here at 6 PM sharp.  When you enter the shop, you will follow Jen and sit where she tells you to sit.  Nod your head if you understand."

A slow nod was all I needed to see to know that Tommy would be back at 6 PM.

I slowly began to bring Tommy out of his deep hypnotic trance.  I counted quietly to five, each number bringing a suggestion for his conscious to begin to return from the cellar of his brain.  At “five," I snapped my fingers to bring him awake.  He was a little sluggish, and Jen returned from the side to take over.  She looked at him and said to him, “Great Tommy.  I’ll see you soon for your special haircut."  It was 3:45 when he raced out the door.

While Jen cut a few more clients, she gave me the keys to her townhouse, and I went there to prepare for the evening.  I removed from a bag my chosen costume—a patent zip black corset with detachable garters and g-string, sheer stockings, and high-heeled black leather boots.  I borrowed a leather cap and a long cigarette holder from Jen.  I went in the powder room downstairs and carefully applied my makeup and perfume.  I wanted it to be on the strong side, because in the subdued lighting, it would have to be heavy for him to see.  I reapplied more perfume two more times to make sure it left a lasting impression.

I read over my notes from how I wanted to re-induce Tommy so that he would become my sub without any resistance.  My plan was to rapidly induce him once again and then convince his subconscious to let the three wild and sexy women in his presence decide what was best for him and not to offer any resistance.

I had time for a quick glass of tea with a yummy slice of apple pie that Jen told me to try.  It seemed like it had been 30 minutes, but the clock said it was 5:25. I threw on a pair of sweats over my costume and raced back to the shop.  It was 15 minutes to D-day.  Would Tommy show up?

At 5:59, there was no sign of him.  I began to get a little tense, thinking that something had gone wrong.  Little did I know that Tommy had about yanked his member off when he went home.  He was so tired, he could barely walk back to the shop.  He showed up at 6:07.  By that time, all of the shop’s customers had left the shop.  Jen and Jess were in the back waiting for Tommy to show up.  Jen had a blend of herbs that she had fixed into a cocktail for Tommy to drink.  It would tranquilize him without affecting his ability to have fun in the pants.  I didn’t think he was going to need it, but Jen insisted that we needed to make sure Tommy would leave the shop with us and go to her house. She figured that if he were a little sedated, he would offer no resistance at all. 

Jen had run into problems in the past with a physically alert male who nearly trashed the shop when she tried to go Femdom on him there.  Now, no male was worked on in the shop after hours unless he was in an altered state or had been previously trained into being a sub.

Another stylist directed Tommy back to the break room, where the two barberettes were waiting for him.  Jen asked him if he was ready for a big night where he would feel much better about himself after he left.  Tommy smiled and actually responded vocally.  Jess presented three glasses.  Two had pina coladas.  Tommy’s had a pina colada with herbs.  Tommy was not a drinker, and this drink put him in a daze within 10 minutes.  He was too dizzy to think straight.  A few minutes shy of 6:30, the three of them appeared in the parking lot in the back of the shop where I was waiting.  Tommy was happy to see me, but he was puzzled.  He didn’t really know what was going on because of the effect of the herbs, and I had no trouble getting him into my car.  I needed him to be alert somewhat in order to re-induce him.  It can be easy to induce someone who is really drunk, but in Tommy’s state, he was not drunk—just disoriented.

When he sat in my car, I quickly took off my sweat top and lowered my bottoms to let him see what I had on underneath.  He couldn’t believe his eyes when he took a look at my dominatrix costume.  While he was staring a hole through me, Jen and Jess went home to change into their similar costumes.  Three Femdoms would be an overload to this innocent.  He would have a lasting memory of this night.

While the other two were on their way, I put my sweats back on and began to take Tommy back into a hypnotic state.  He was able to concentrate enough, and it was much easier to induce him again after the session earlier in the day.  This time, I gave him a 100% erotic induction.  I made him imagine his member getting stiff as he thought about having a sexual marathon with me.  I enforced within him the desire to lose his virginity if that’s what he wanted.  I took away all his insecurities about wanting to have sex and told him that if he wanted me to be his first, he would be confident about it and understand that he would get what he wanted.

With Tommy in a REM state, I drove to Jen and Jess’s townhouse. When I brought Tommy out of his induction, he was very happy.  He obviously had just imagined one hell of a time with me.  I just hoped that I could back up my words with my actions.

Jess and Jen were now ready to begin.  They were dressed to kill—kill an innocence.  I looked at Tommy and asked him if he wanted to have some kinky fun and be screwed until he could take no more.  His subconscious answered for him while his conscious stayed quiet.  His eyes, still a little red from the hypnosis, dilated even more, as his newfound confidence gave him the strength to say that I was “very sexy" and “very beautiful."  He then nodded his head rather than answer, but the nod was more than okay for me.  It was the identical nod to the ones he gave during his initial hypnosis session with me.  I knew his subconscious was taking over.

The first thing we did was to place Tommy’s arms and legs in the restraints and tighten them so he could not move them.  Jess stripped off a piece of duct tape and carefully placed it over his mouth.  Jen told him to take three deep breaths with his nose to make sure he could indeed do so.  He had clear nasal passages, so he would be getting the full brunt of American Spirits.

Now it was time for Jen to work her magic.  She looked deeply into Tommy’s glassy eyes, which were still under the effects of the herbal cocktail he had consumed.  She pretended to study his face and hair, until she finally came to the “conclusion."

Jen ran her hands through the heap of messy, wiry brown hair and said, “Tommy, I think the only way to go with this mess is to take these clippers and get rid of it entirely.  I am going to give you a very short buzz cut."

She picked up her Oster Classic 76 clipper and placed an Andis 0.1mm blade on it.  That would leave just 1/150 inch of stubble on his head.  There would definitely be no curl left whatsoever.  We wanted to send those curls to the trash never to reappear.

Tommy was a little unsure at this point, because I had not fully readied him for such a drastic change.  I thought about speaking up at this point, but Jess went ahead and lit up her Spirit.  She took a deep drag and slowly began to blow a long steady stream of it directly at Tommy.  He was taking a deep breath at the time, and it caused him to tense up.  At that time, I was holding Tommy’s restrained left hand, and I could feel his grip tighten.  His adrenaline began to rush, and I decided to take another approach.

I unzipped his pants and reached in to stroke his member.  Jen lit up and took a long drag on her Spirit.  I decided to forego one, because it was rather strong in there at this point.  I had to gasp for air, and I did not want Tommy having to do so, even for just the 10 minutes it would take to fully change his appearance.

I continued to stroke Tommy with my hand, while Jen began removing the girly curls from Tommy’s head.  I had never personally witnessed a boy having his head shaved like this before, and it aroused me about as much as seeing George Clooney take a shower would.  What was it about this act?  I think it was because I realized that I had pulled this off—this awkward nerd of a guy was being transformed into a man who looked worthy of the United States Army.  Tommy became strikingly handsome as his curly locks slowly hit the floor and left fine stubble in its place.  He began to look more masculine in front of us.  Jess and Jen were just as shocked at the difference it made.  It was if his hair made him nerdy.  With no hair, he looked like a he-man athlete.

He was still an innocent boy, and he needed to be rewarded for enduring what he had just withstood.  The room was a smoky haze at this point, and Tommy was sticky and gooey in his pants.  My hands were full of his pre-cum, and he couldn’t get any stiffer than he was.

Jen finished the buzz by shaving his neck and around his ears, and then the three of us took turns letting him experience how erotic it was for a girl to run her fingers through the prickly fuzz.  The tactile experience made his member gyrate down below.  I loved this feel, and from that moment on, it became a habit to let my fingers do the walking on his buzz.  Tommy would have to keep it this way, because it drove me wild.

I removed his tape and unfastened the restraints.  I didn’t want for him to lose his innocence down there; I wanted him to lose it somewhere really special.  Jen and Jess were glad that they could change and go meet their boyfriends, so it worked out for the best that I made an on-the-spot decision to take him to a very classy hotel for the night.  It hit me where to go—across the border to Canada. 

I quickly made a call to a place I had seen in Windsor that I wanted to take someone to one day.  A nice Bed & Breakfast built to look like an old English cottage from the 19^thCentury was very near the Victoria Tavern.  It had some exquisitely beautiful English-style rooms.  What better place to take this boy of Scottish-Welsh descent than a place that probably looked a lot like the places his great great grandfathers had helped to create his great grandfathers. 

Lucky for me, the B&B had a room for the night.  It was the middle of the busy season, and business was great there until the late autumn.  I had one more thing to worry about.  Tommy’s Michigan State driver’s license looked nothing like him now.  Would this be a problem?

I drove my car east on I-94 into Detroit .  If you want some advice, never drive into downtown Detroit on a Friday night.  It isn’t a pretty site.  I veered onto route 10 for the last leg to the border.  Soon we were at the toll booth.  I paid the toll and proceeded into the tunnel to the other side.

The traffic at Canadian customs was very heavy.  As luck would have it, a lovely Canadian lady was in charge of our lane.  When it was our turn, she asked for our driver’s licenses and nothing else. 

She took one look at Tommy’s license and then looked at him.  She said, and this is an exact quote I remember to this day, “My did you make a change for the better."  She was able to tell that Tommy was the same boy in the picture of the driver’s license, and then she looked at me and asked me if I was responsible for his current look.  I smiled and told her it was going to stay that way, and she winked and smiled back.  She asked us how long we planned to stay and how far we were going into Canada , and I said that we planned to spend the night at the Victoria and browse the shopping district in the morning.  That was enough for her, and she looked at Tommy and told him that we made a lovely couple.  That worked wonders for his self-confidence.  I wouldn’t need to do any more work on him in that area.  His confidence was there; it just needed help escaping from his worrisome conscious mind.

We drove from the booth onto Wyandotte Street .  I remembered that the tavern was on Chilver but I wasn’t exactly sure if Chilver came off Wyandotte .  I decided to drive until I saw a place to pull over and ask, but I didn’t’ have to.  A short time later, I saw Chilver.  I looked both ways to try to determine which way to turn, and the Victoria was there on the left not even one block away.

We were both starving.  The herbal cocktail Jen and Jess gave Tommy was still affecting him, and he needed to fill his stomach to help his brain return to normal. We enjoyed a rather large meal with no additional mind-altering drinks—not even a Guinness.

After dinner, checked into the B&B and then decided to go look for a place to quickly purchase some clothes for the following day. We asked for a shopping area that was open this late, and there were few options. We found a Gap and Old Navy and made a quick couple of purchases. We needed sundries as well, so went to a place called Food Basics and made a quick run as they were about to close. We bought toothbrushes, toothpaste, and some other things.  I had determined that Tommy was a safe partner.  He had no sexual history, so we would go au naturale.

We returned to the room at 10:15.  Ironically, this would become the time we performed our Friday night ritual from then on.  I changed back into my dominatrix costume and decided I would have Tommy imagine he was tied up to the bed.  By now, I could just utter a phrase, and Tommy would fall deeply into a hypnotic trance.  This time, I issued a suggestion that when I brought him out of his trance, he would believe that his arms and legs were tied to the four wooden rails of the bed.  He would be unable to move, and I could mount him and do whatever I wanted to him.  Before bringing him out of the trance, I ordered him to remove his clothes and throw them against the wall.

I reached into my purse and pulled out the pack of Spirits I had been given from Jen.  Luckily, in this B&B, it was okay to smoke. I carefully lit up so as not to catch the bed on fire, and then before I brought Tommy out of hypnosis, I issued the suggestion that from here on out, any time I blew smoke in his face, he would remember back to the time where Jen, Jess, and I had him tied up in the chair and he would be able to do remember the look and feel of his hair being clipped off his head and the inhalation of the wonderful smelling aroma.  I told him that it would make him very addicted to the desire to have his hair kept closely shaved to his head and further make him want to take deep breaths through his nose whenever I blew it at him.

The next hour plus was unbelievable.  Tommy lasted and lasted and lasted.  He went a long time without coming close to coming.  I was so horny, it only took me 10 minutes or so to reach climax.  The first orgasm was long and intense for me, and almost subconsciously, when I began to reach the most intense part, I grabbed his buzzed scalp and began scratching my nails into his stubble.  The tactile arousal made the orgasm even more intense.  When he finally began to cum that first time, I repeated the fingernail tantalization, and it surely had a positive effect on Tommy.  He immediately passed out in the bed.  I woke him up 10 minutes later and made him continue. 

The combination of herbs and hard sex with a second ejaculation had worn him out completely.  He was out cold and didn’t stir until 7 o’clock Saturday morning—even when I had taken a warm damp washcloth to clean him up.

To this day, I rub Tommy’s scalp just as my orgasms begin, and it still works wonders.  You have got to try it.  The key is to shave it fresh just before having sex.  It has to be clipped to peach fuzz or it won’t work.  I have found that a Remington electric razor gets it close to bald but leaves a very prickly stubble.  This is the best feel of all.  I keep Tommy shaved on top every three nights, and his stubble stays prickly all the time.

I have since worked more of my magic on Tommy.  I have wired his subconscious to think of me as his 24/7 dominatrix who can control any part of him I want.  I have reinforced his ability to concentrate on his schoolwork and given him confidence boosters.  When he came down with a cold, I boosted his immune system.

I now plan a different event every Friday evening.  It can be hard to come up with something new that we haven’t done before, but he never complains and always goes along with whatever I have planned.  He has moved in with me, and Tommy and I have sex every night.  Maybe we will make this into a lasting relationship.

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