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I discovered by accident. It was just a regular Tuesday morning and Jason had left for work. I was just finishing my morning coffee and preparing to start on the household chores when I noticed a bluish glow coming from the den. Investigating further I noticed that it was the computer which hadn’t shut down properly from the previous night and that an error message was displayed. I brought up the start menu with the intention of shutting down the computer and getting on with my chores but curiosity got the better of me as the system was still logged on to Jason’s user’s name. I knew I shouldn’t be snooping like this but I just couldn’t resist knowing if my husband of ten years had any dark secrets he wasn’t telling me about – I didn’t expect to find any.

Bringing up a browser window I clicked on his ‘Bookmarks’ tag and smiled at the predictable list of his favourite subjects – baseball, football, cars, politics, newspapers, clothes and travel. However, there was one subject I was not expecting to see and as I clicked on the drop down menu I wondered why exactly he had a tag called ‘haircuts’. The drop down menu brought up a list of sites such as ‘haircut.net’, ‘cuts cuts’, ‘1hss’, ‘extreme haircutting’, and many others. I was now more curious than ever and the household chores had been completely forgotten. I settled down in the large leather chair intending to find out more about this secret ‘hobby’.

At first I couldn’t understand it. Almost all of the sites contained images or videos of women having their hair cut short, or in many cases shaved completely bald. I was horrified and disgusted to think of Jason poring over these images and I could feel the anger building in me as I continued to investigate each of the different sites. Why was he looking at these women, why should he be interested in other women having their hair cut, why had he never mentioned anything like this to me? Didn’t he love me anymore – had I done something wrong? My mind was racing as I frantically moved from one site to another to another.

The final straw was when I clicked on his You Tube link. He was still signed in, and as I clicked on his favourites I discovered over 300 videos in his ‘collection’ all of almost all of which were women having their heads shaved. My anger gave way to fear and I began to cry as I ran from the room. I lay on the bed with my mind whirling as I wondered how I would confront Jason when he returned home. How could I tell him I’d been snooping in his stuff, but how could I not tell him. In fact, how could I ever look at him in the same way again? I decided I needed to know more before confronting him and I returned to the den to investigate further.

For the next few weeks, things between us were a bit strained. I hadn’t said anything about the haircut stuff, but each morning after he’d left for work, I’d spend a couple of hours on the computer looking at haircut sites and trying to discover why exactly he was looking at this. It didn’t take that long therefore to work out that Jason had a hair fetish and that watching women have their hair cut or shaved was somehow a turn on to him. In many ways I was relieved to discover this though still somewhat curious about the extent of his fetish. He rarely mentioned the subject of hair to me – but I wondered if he secretly fantasised about me having my hair cut. I still didn’t understand this ‘fetish’ but as I continued to visit the haircut sites I began to find myself being ever so slightly turned on by watching these women being transformed. Like Jason, the images and videos that most excited me were those of women having their head’s completely shaved. The other thing significant thing I discovered was that most of the women actually looked even more attractive without their hair. About three weeks after I’d first discovered Jason’s secret ‘fetish’ I knew that I needed to talk to him about it – Saturday was his birthday and he was about to get the surprise of his life.

On Saturday morning I rose early and grabbed a quick shower. Returning to the bedroom naked, I gently shook Jason awake, kissed him on the lips and whispered in his ear “follow me”. He was still half asleep, but I could see him staring at the promise of my nakedness as he rose from the bed. I moved into the spare bedroom with Jason following close behind. From the bed I lifted a bright red envelope, which contained his birthday card and handed it to him. He smiled as he opened the envelope, but the smile quickly vanished as he unfolded the single sheet of paper inside, which contained only two words – ‘Shave me’.

His face turned red and as he looked at me I could see a look of anguish in his eyes. With those two words he knew that I had discovered his ‘secret’ but before he had a chance to speak, I placed my finger over his lips and whispered “don’t say anything – just do what it says. I want you to shave me”. I had already positioned a chair in the centre of the room and on the dressing table, hidden beneath a towel was a pair of hairdressing scissors, a newly purchased set of clippers, a can of shave gel and a Mach 3 razor with a fresh blade attached. I lifted the towel and watched the reality of the situation wash over him as he begun to grasp that this was real. I grinned at the goofy look on his face as his emotions moved from fear to surprise to confusion to excitement. He was also extremely aroused.

“Sarah….I…..what….” he began to say, but I once again put my finger to his lips.

Grasping his bulging manhood with my other hand, I put my tongue in his ear and whispered “ do it Jason, make me bald. I want this.” Kneeling in front of him I took his cock in my mouth and began to rock gently back and forth. I heard him moan with pleasure and I knew that today was going to be special. Breaking away I moved across to the chair and, still naked I settled back for my ‘special haircut’.

He started at the back with scissors but I made him move around to the front where I could watch him. He was more excited than I had ever seen him and he was breathing heavily as he snipped off my chestnut coloured hair. The skin on his cock was stretched tight and the tip was almost purple. It was as stiff as I had ever seen it and to me it looked as though it had to be kind of painful with the skin stretched like that. I grabbed at it playfully and laughed loudly as he gave a slight jerk and began to spurt warm white fluid on to my legs and the floor of the bedroom.

“I’m sorry Sarah” he gasped as I continued to laugh loudly at his embarrassment.

Eventually he joined me and soon we were both laughing hysterically. He hugged me tightly and softly whispered “I love you Sarah” in my ear before lifting the clippers and switching them on.

I watched fascinated as he brought the clippers closer and closer to my head, closing my eyes just as they touched my forehead. He swept the clippers over my head and I could feel the hair falling around me as he made pass after pass with the clippers. I lifted my hand and rubbed the top of my head where the clippers had done their work. There was still short stubble so I knew Jason had fitted a guard on the clippers and I guessed by the length that it was probably a No. 1. Two things were happening to me as I sat there. In my mind I was starting to panic about losing my long chestnut hair, wondering how people would react, and ultimately thinking that I’d made a huge mistake in doing this. However, the other thing that was happening was arousal. Just at this moment in time I was so turned on by this whole situation, by my nakedness, by the sound of the clippers, by the thought of being bald and by my wonderful husband who was enjoying the best birthday present of all time.

As Jason continued with the clippers I began rubbing myself, bringing myself to a climax within seconds. I’d had no idea that having a haircut could be so sexually stimulating and I closed my eyes again as Jason continued to buzz my hair. I sensed he had removed the guard from the clippers as I could now feel metal teeth on my head as he gently guided the blades over my scalp. I gave my head another rub and could tell that my hair was now almost completely down to the skin. I glanced at the floor, and the hair, which was no longer a part of me. I felt a slight hint of panic again but this was outweighed by my sense of contentment. I felt wonderful, content in my hairlessness and still aroused as never before. Opening my eyes, I noted that Jason’s cock was bulging again also, and I knew that we would have many more days like this.

I registered suddenly that the sound of the clippers had ceased and knew that my ‘special haircut’ was almost over. Jason was in front of me once more spreading a cool gel over my head and massaging it in to my scalp. There was no mirror in the room but I could imagine how ridiculous I looked sitting there with my head enveloped in a bluish-white cream. I couldn’t suppress a moan as Jason began drawing the razor over my head, and as I moaned, I swore that Jason’s cock grew just the slightest bit bigger. I wanted to feel him inside me so much and even though part of me never wanted this haircut to end, another part wanted it over quickly so that I could enjoy my husband.

I felt incredibly happy as the razor continued to glide over my scalp, Jason guiding it in short slow strokes, taking care not to damage the skin. I knew I was going to enjoy being bald and that this would not be the only time I would shave my head. I felt so warm and loved sitting there, my body experiencing emotions that I had been unaware of until now. The razor continued its work – over the top, around the back, and up and down the sides. Slowly, meticulously, removing the very last traces of hair from my head. When Jason began rubbing my head gently with the towel I knew it was over.

Letting the towel drop to the floor, Jason took my hands in his and guided them up to the top of my body. I felt the warm smoothness of my scalp and couldn’t stop myself from letting out another moan. It felt wonderfully smooth, like a highly polished piece of glass. Jason bent down and kissed my head and I felt a sensation like a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I hadn’t yet seen how I looked as a bald 30 year old woman, but I knew I loved the feel of my head, and curiously, how much more feminine I felt.

Jason had moved to the bathroom and he returned now holding a mirror, which after a moments pause he handed to me. I gazed at myself and for just an instant, my mind struggled to process the image reflected in the glass.
And then full recognition returned – the hazel eyes, the dimple in my right cheek, the small, slightly crooked nose, all sitting below a completely bald head.

Jason was behind me again, and with a gentle smile he mouthed “you really are beautiful Sarah.”, and I knew he meant it.

Placing the mirror on the floor, I grasped his bulging manhood again and whispered “take me to bed – you’ve earned another present. There was no need to ask him twice.

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