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Sean and I had been together for six years, four living together. I had always known about his haircutting obsession but preferred it to porn. He was a trained hairdresser because of it. 

He changed my life in so many ways, but the main one was how he proposed. It was sneaky but life-changing. I will never forget it so feel compelled to share it, of course my family got the edited version but I wouldn’t do that to you.

I came in from work as usual, tossing my bag and coat on the hook. It had been raining so I shook my armpit-length caramel coloured hair as I put the umbrella to one side. As usual I hit the flashing answering-machine by the front door.

“Images Salon. Unfortunately, we have to cancel your appointment with Diana tomorrow. She has the flu. Of course we will honour the appointment with a 10% discount with any other stylist should you wish. We value your custom."

Ugh! Sean poked his head round the door eating. “Hey hun, hair appointment cancelled?" he said placing arm around me. I nodded grimly. 

“Aw hun, I could always do it for you?" “Would you?" I smiled coyly. I loved it when he did my hair. He always took such care. 

“OK, here’s the plan, I’ll run you a bath then I’ll set up in the bedroom." 

I smiled in reply and we shared a kiss.

I lay back in the bubbles he had provided for me and felt my worries dissapate. 

I washed my hair and left it to dry. I entered the bedroom in the comforting woolen dressing-gown. “Good bath?"

He was ready for me, I noted the tools of his trade laid out on the stool to the side- scissors, comb, paddle-brush, straight razor and sectioning clips. He instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed. There was a strange glint in his eye and he offered me what looked like a glass of red wine. 

Uh-oh. I knew what this meant, every now and again he would offer to do my hair and try and would attempt to cut it shorter than I asked him for, well now the joke would be on him because I wanted something new I had been going to ask Diana for a re-style so I decided to play along.

I took the offered drink with a smile. He knew I knew. “Oh go on then, surprise me." His eyes lit up and I perched on the end of the bed.

I closed my eyes as I savoured the paddle-brush he weaved through my hair. “You sure?" I knew he was looking at me as I smiled peacefully with a slight nod.

He started to section my damp hair, leaving the hair around my ears brushed forward in front of my shoulders then brushed the hair I put in a ponytail, at the back loose. He picked up the scissors and the comb and began. 

I heard the scissors start to snip as he position them with the blade going down towards my backside before I felt the hair roll onto the bed. He was doing it. He was actually cutting my hair short. He opened the window and the effects of the drink started to take effect (I never could take my drink). I could feel that most of the hair which usually comprised my pony-tail was behind me on the bed. He removed some of the sections to let the hair on top free.

First, he went around the sides and cut it to my jaw. I started to feel woozy. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. “Would you mind honey….. if I….?" and I was on my side. I could feel his hands all over my head and hear the scissors snipping away at my hair but I could not move. This was so much fun. His hands were arousing me. 

I felt him caress my head as he took my ever-shortening hair then I would hear the scissors as he cut the hair just a second ago he had been holding. The hair on top of my head was still long, but not for long as his hands caressed the locks before the scissors sliced into it. I could feel his hands search my head. I heard a moan, it took me a while to realise that it was me. I felt him comb the long strands that were left on my head then I heard the scissors continue cutting. The bed was covered with hair. I was now out of it, hypnotised by the movement of his hands on my head.

He kissed me passionately and I came to for just a second before I heard a whisper “If you let me do what I want to….. if you let me continue with this….. I’ll marry you." I knew what he was saying. I heard him, realised the implications and felt a shudder but found myself agreeing and nodding. 

“Oh baby. Thank you. You won’t regret it. I’ll make you look amazing." 

I must have opened my eyes because I saw his knees, he had removed his trousers. He joined me on the bed. I felt his penis close to my thigh, then I felt his arms around me holding my jaw as he breathed on my neck. I heard myself moan again. “Oh yes Sean." 

He held my head in his hands as he kissed me passionately. I felt his erect penis enter me and I heard myself gasp. I wanted him so much in that moment. 

I felt his strong hands still around my head, then I felt something. I didn’t know what it was but it was arousing me. He was stroking my head but somehow I felt it more acutely. From the top of my head down my neck ending in a massive shiver that my clitoris couldn’t help but react to. 

The more he did it the more passionate I became. I didn’t notice him move me and my head around I just reacted to it in the only way I knew how. Every shiver creating a bigger orgasm and then suddenly it was over. 

I awoke the next morning. It must have been early. I briefly opened my eyes, adjusting to the light a piece of paper caught my eye. “Thank you for making me the happiest man on earth. Fiancée x"

My mind replayed last night. What had happened, I got up. Something was different, I opened the curtains slowly. Ew the light. I turned back to look at the bed. What was that all over it? Then I remembered. My hair. Frantically I got to the bathroom to look in the mirror. 

My first thought was that I was bald. I was greeted with such an alien reflection. He had given me the shortest high and tight military flat-top with absolutely no hair around the sides. The hair I had on top was less than half a centimetre on top. How had he done it? Shaved me bald. 

Then I remembered the tray of his equipment. There had been a straight razor. I watched as this new reflection touched her head. 

Despite myself, the memory of the shaving made me smile. I looked properly at myself, touching it. The skin, the bristly short hairs on the top of my head and quick touch of the scalp through the hair. He had actually done me proud and I had got the change I wanted. It was beautiful. I was beautiful. Best of all I was engaged to this beautiful man. It was only later that I found out that the cocktail he gave me was rohypnol mixed with absinthe Alcohol 90%?!

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