This is purely a fantasy. Hope you enjoy it.
My name is Valorie and this is my story. I have extremely long hair, it hangs below my bottom. When I sit down I have to pull it out of the way so I don't sit on it. It is very thick, if I put it in a pony tail at the base of my neck it is as thick as a mans arm. It is chestnut brown and hangs in waves down my back. I usually wear it down as this is the way my husband likes it. At night I braid it into two pigtails so my husband doesn't roll on it and pull it. I have never had short hair and must admit I'm scared to get to close to any one holding a pair of scissors.
I take really good care of it. I wash it with conditioning shampoos and deep condition it every week. I really love the way it feels, the weight of it and the silkiness of it. The problem that I am facing is that my husband has been surfing the Internet and has found some "haircutting sites" , ones where the girl gets a very drastic hair cut or even shaved bald. I think he is getting turned on by them and I fear for my hair. He tells me he loves my hair, but I am beginning to think he may be thinking of cutting it off. He has been known to have a very bad temper so I am being extra careful not to set him off.
The day started out like any other day, getting ready for work and starting supper in the crock pot. My husband had already left for work so I finished putting the vegetable in with the roast and started the crock pot. I grabbed my keys and headed for work. As I was driving I thought how much my husband liked a good roast and that this evening would be a good one. Little did I know that no sooner had I stepped out of the house and the electric went off. It must have been off the entire day, because when I got home my husband was in a mood. The roast had not cooked at all and was completely ruined. I hurriedly searched the refrigerator and cupboards for a quick meal. But he knew what he wanted and it wasn't food.
He drug me by the arm out to his workshop in the back of the garage. I was shocked at what I saw waiting for me. He had placed a hard wooden chair in the center of the room, on either side and in front of it he had put up full length mirrors. He also had the video camera set up waiting to capture the moment.
Our home was out in the country and the closest neighbor was half a mile away, I knew no one would hear my screams for help in time to save my hair and I also knew that the more that I screamed and cried the more hair my husband would cut off. I tried to sound surprised when I asked him what this was all about, but he just laughed and sat me down hard on the chair. I knew better than to struggle so I sat as calmly as I could while he tied my feet and then bound my arms to the arms of the chair. He then took my hair brush from his back pants pocket and began to brush my hair. He brushed it for a long time, I almost thought he had forgot about cutting it. I could see it all in the mirror. It was almost like it was alive, my hair was shining and dancing from the static electricity he had brushed into it. It looked so beautiful hanging down around me like a brown velvet curtain. All of a sudden he stopped brushing. I looked at his eyes through the mirror and saw that he had an almost crazed look about him. I held my breath.
He walked over to the workbench at the far end of the garage and picked up something. As he walked back he turned on the video camera. Lights, Camera, Action. He had the tree pruner that he used to trim branches off the fruit trees. He gathered my hair into a ponytail and tied it with a piece of twine at the base of my neck. Then with one hand on each handle of the pruner he bite into the tail working the blades back and forth back and forth. Because of the thickness of my hair it took several minutes before the tail finally fell free. He picked it up off the floor and held it up like a trophy. There was no stopping him now that he knew he could cut hair. He took the pruners back and picked up something else, a pair of old kitchen shears, they had large blades and had been used to cut anything from paper to wire. I knew they had to have dull blades. He again took the hair brush in his hand and this time instead of brushing my hair on either side of the center part he brushed some hair down over my eyes. I wanted to shut my eyes and not open them till this was over , but something inside me kept them open. He slipped the scissors into my hair just about even with my eyebrows and started cutting. SSSNNNNIIIIIIICCCCKKKKKK. The blades were so dull that he had to almost saw them back and forth for them to work. But they did work, He finally hacked off a very crooked set of bangs. I couldn't believe my eyes, I have never had bangs in my life and now the ones I had started at my left eyebrow and went up at a steep angle to the right side. My husband seemed pleased as he stood back to admire his work. Now that he had made the first cut, he was ready to really go at it. He picked up the hair that was on the right side of my head, plunged the scissors in just below my ear lobe and began hacking off more hair, he figured out he had to pull the hair very tight in order to get the scissors to cut. It was a sensation I had never felt before. The pain of him pulling hard on my hair and the sound of the dull blades trying to cut through the hair . It was almost a blessing when the hair gave up and pulled away from my head. He continued around my head, pulling, hacking, sawing, pulling, hacking , and sawing. I could only watch in disbelief as my hair fell lifeless to the floor. When He had made it around to the left side he realized that he had started the cut below my ear lobe and had finished it over top of my left ear. With my crooked bangs going one way and the crooked cut going the other way I started to cry. I guess I hadn't cried before because I was afraid of how bad it could get if I did. Now I knew how bad it was and cried and cried. The crying didn't stop my husband, he just said "I'll just even it up a bit". He went back over to the workbench, this time he came back with an old set of clipper that he used to use on the dog. He plugged them in an clicked them on. POP. I cried even harder now, I knew I was going to be bald in a matter of minutes. He pushed my head down so my chin touched my chest and ran those rusty old clippers with no guard on them straight up the back of my head all the way to my crown. They too had dull blades and pulled and chewed up my hair. He was even more turned on by the amount of hair they were quickly destroying . He pushed them up over my ears and down the other side. Those bangs were gone in no time flat. He ran them over my head again and again. Because of the dull blades there were still tuffs of hair here and there. Not to worry, out came a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. He lathered up my head with a thick layer of cream and began to scrape the razor through it. Thank goodness the razor was new and sharp. I could hear the raspy sound it made as it mowed a path. The thicker tufts stalled the process, but not for long. He finished and then wiped the remaining cream on a towel. He ran his hand over my now naked head, it sent a shiver down my spine. He wasn't satisfied that he had gotten every single nub, so he got a fresh razor and lathered me again. This time he went very slowly. Making sure not to leave one single hair. After wiping my head the second time and rubbing my head with a little baby oil he announced that he was done.
He kissed
me, untied me and told me to go get him some dinner. He had already picked up a broom and was sweeping up the huge pile of hair from the floor. As I stood there in disbelief, he announced that he liked me bald and that this would now become a weekly process. I guess I had better get used to this new look and also pick up some extra razor blades.
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