My Submissive Fantasy
In real life I wouldn't get my hair cut short. I might later in life, but at the moment I'm keeping it long. Anyways, my fantasy is to have a forced haircut by either a guy or a girl I don't care which. I would want to be dragged into the chair, and maybe even restrained to keep me from going anywhere. I wouldn't be gagged, so I could beg and cry, and I would have a mirror in front of me showing me what was being done to my gorgeous butt length hair. To start they would take a chunk of hair at the back of my head and cut it as close to my skin as possible. They would throw the hair on my lap and I would look at it and cry. Then they would take the scissors to the rest of my hair in sections. Taking it off inch by inch, and when I begged for it to stop they would take off 4 inches on some sections, and on others just chopping it off completely. They would cut until I had 3 inches of hair left on my head and then move to the next section of hair, cutting it as I cry for them to stop. When they got to the sections at the front of my head, they would tease me with it, until finally they chop it off in one quick snip. None of the hair would be even with each other at this point, and my hair would look disastrous. They would allow me to leave, and I would have to live with this hair for the whole day. There would be tons of mirrors everywhere I looked reminding me of what was done to my hair. The next day they would come back to me, and act sweet. They would guide me to the same chair as before, but this time with a gentle touch. They would softly stroke my hair, saying how its such a shame such beautiful hair was wasted. They would fix the mess that they had made just the day before by using the clippers on the back of my head, and tears would fall, but I wouldn't be sobbing the way I had yesterday. He'd shave the nape of my neck, and I'd feel nothing but cool air on my skin. Then clippers again on the top, but keeping it a bit longer. Seeing my tears they would wipe them away. Then my bangs would be cut, and I'd be done. I'd look at myself in the mirror, and I wouldn't recognize myself. My hair would be in a pixie cut, and I would have tears running down my face, but I would love it.