A little story for you

Unfortunately, I am stuck in the lockdown at a friend's house, but as soon as I can, I will shave my undercut for you. Until then, I've written a few stories, I hope you like them!

Collette’s forced haircut in a barbershop

It was nine in the morning when John rolled over and tapped on the shoulder of his sleeping girlfriend, Collette, waking her up.

‘What?’ she muttered in a dozy tone.

‘I made an appointment for you to get your hair cut.’

‘Why?’ she was suddenly fully awake. ‘Do you not like my hair?’

‘No, it’s not that,’ he said, thinking of her waist long hair. ‘It could just be a little shorter.’

‘Okay,’ she said, feeling a bit unsure. 

She had grown her hair out in the first place because she thought it would be the kind of thing that John would like, she had worn her hair only to her shoulders when they first met, and she had been a bit of a punk. 

‘When is this appointment?’ she asked. 

‘In an hour’s time, so we should get up.’

Once they were ready, they got into the car, with John driving. The route that he was taking unfamiliar to Collette. He parked on a rundown side street, outside an old fashioned barbershop.

He took her hand and helped her out of the car.

‘A barbershop?’ she exclaimed. 

‘Don’t worry, he’s very good, and I’ve made sure that we will have the place all to ourselves.’

‘Okay,’ she said uneasily, as he held the door of the shop open for her.

The room was almost painfully bright, with three barber chairs, and sitting at a desk in the corner was the barber himself. 

‘I made an appointment for my girlfriend here,’ John called. 

‘Ah,’ said the barber. ‘Yours is the private appointment!’ 

He walked over to them, eyeing Collette, and locked the door behind them, and pulled the pale curtains in the window. 

‘Now, my dear,’ the barber said, guiding Collette over to the middle chair.

She sat down uncertainly, looking into the large mirror in front of her. 

The barber walked back over to John, and they spoke to each other quietly, making sure that she wouldn’t hear. 

‘I explained before,’ John hissed. ‘I want her clipper cut, but it’s her first time, and she doesn’t know that it’s going to happen.’

‘Perhaps we should tie her down to make sure she behaves?’ the barber asked.

‘That would be perfect, you know I will pay extra.’

The barber retrieved three lengths of rope from his desk, and John stood by the chair, idly playing with a strand of Collette’s hair. 

‘Hey!’ Collette called out, as the barber tied one of her arms to the arm rest.

She tried to climb out of the seat, but John held her firmly into it. The second rope was tied around her left wrist, and the final one secured her flailing legs to the metal footrest. 

She continued struggling, hoping that the ropes would loosen.

‘I take it this is your first time,’ the barber said, teasing her. 

‘First time for what?’

‘Being clippered?’ he said, and he motioned towards the table in front of the mirror. 

On the table she saw the typical things she would expect in a salon, scissors, combs, but then she saw the line of different clippers and their attachments.

‘No!’ she yelled. ‘I was okay getting a bit cut, but not like this!’

‘Come on, Collette,’ John said. ‘You have to let it go. Start with a number four one the nape.’

‘Undercut, or do you want all this bulk off,’ asked the barber, holding up the back of Collette’s hair.

‘Hmm, start with the undercut.’

The barber picked up the clippers and snapped the guard on. She gasped as the loud humming filled the air. 

‘They are very powerful,’ the barber said. ‘They’ll cut away your mop with ease.’

‘Please, ‘ she begged, tears filling her eyes. ‘I love my hair.’

‘Well I don’t,’ her husband responded.

‘Let’s get you caped first,’ the barber said, switching the clippers off. ‘This needs to be done properly.’

He piled her hair up on top of her hair and stuck a clip in it. He fastened the neckstrip tight to her skin, and from a hook on the wall he got a silky pinstripe cutting cape. He draped it over her and closed it tight at the back, folding the neckstrip over it. Next, he pumped the chair up higher, and let her hair out of the clip, letting it flow all over her caped shoulders. The top of her hair was put up in a clip, exposing the hair at the back of her hair. 

‘Please,’ she begged again, as he walked in front of her to pick up the clippers.

‘An order is an order,’ the barber replied. ‘Plus, it’s exciting to get to cut such beautiful long hair.’

The buzzing filled the room again, and she tried to resist as he pushed her head down, chin touching her chest, but his hand was strong. 

‘Behave yourself,’ John said. ‘Or you’ll be getting it all shaved, right now.’

She gave up and stared down at her lap, fixing her eyes on the dark lines of the cape. She tensed up as the clippers touched her neck. He pulled the long hair to one side, and ran the clippers up her neck. The cuttings caught in the blades of the clippers, and he pulled them out carelessly and threw them down into her lap. The vibrations ran through her as her nape was buzzed, and she watched as the pile of glossy hair grew in her lap.

‘What do you think?’ the barber asked John.

‘Take it tighter, I think a number one would be good with her thick hair.’

‘Sure.’

He exchanged the guard for a shorter one, and readjusted her head into place. The clippers switched back on with a pop, and he wasted no time, driving them up her nape, leaving it almost bare. The short, fluffy clippings drifted softly onto the tiled floor.

Once the barber was finished, John took some time to admire the work. The second he touched her neck, he knew he loved it. Her hairy nape had been reduced to a velvety pelt, beautiful to the touch.

‘I need it cut like this on the sides as well.’

The barber tilted her head back up and pinned the top of her hair out of the way. She stared in breathless shock as the clippers were driven up the side of her head. First the sideburns were gone, her ear pushed down and the loud, vibrating clippers made her flinch away. The barber held her head tight with one hand, pushing the unrelenting clippers up behind her ear. He repeated the process on the other side, mowing down the long locks to stubble. 

‘Now, I want her cunt shaved,’ John said. 

The barber whisked the cape off her, letting the pile of hair swish onto the floor. She squirmed as John helped her out of her tights and skirt, all while not letting her out of the chair, her legs were put over the arms of the chair, and she strained in such an uncomfortable position. She looked in the mirror and thought that she looked a sight, the dark hair between her legs exposed, and the sides of her head clipped short. 

The barber picked up the edging clipper, its buzzing was deeper and quieter, John laughed as the barber ran it along the inside of her thigh. He then lifted it from her leg and plunged the clipper deep into the mound of hair, the tone of them changed as they slowly sheared her pubic hair off, leaving only black stubble in their wake. The curly hair was soon gone, and he swept it off the seat with one hand. She thought it was done, and she was hoping to get herself covered up again, but he started lathering her cunt with a warm, foamy brush. He unfolded a straight razor and got to work, taking the stubble down to a smooth shave. 

Once she was shaved, he helped her sit in the chair normally again. 

‘Are we finished?’ she asked, desperation obvious in her voice.

The barber ignored her question and fixed a fresh neckstrip around her neck. This time he covered her with a red vinyl cape. He took the clip out of her hair, letting the length tumble down.

‘Ha,’ he laughed. ‘You wouldn’t know we’d cut anything. Now, what kind of cut are we doing now?’ 

‘I’m thinking an invented bob with a fringe, very neat and short.’

‘Okay, I will turn her away from the mirror. It could be upsetting, seeing all the long locks being shorn off, but I think it will be a great cut on her, even if it is a bit shocking.’

The big leather chair was slowly turned from the mirror, and she caught one last glimpse of her beautiful long hair. He started with combing out her thick, long hair. She loved this, so she found herself starting to relax. He took his time straightening her hair, and if she closed her eyes, she could forget that she was in this dodgy, masculine barbershop, and imagine that she was in her usual salon, who made a fuss over her cutting even an inch. She felt him pull her hair back into a loose ponytail, and she opened her eyes as she heard the click of the scissors opening. 

‘Off it comes,’ he said. 

The scissors groaned as they struggled to cut through such glorious and thick hair. 

‘Dang hair is too thick!’ he said. ‘Guess we are going with the clipper again.’

She listened as he took the guard off his clippers and switched them on again. He pushed her head down and pushed the clippers into the top of the ponytail, angling them around the hair, as the blades whirred into it. The ponytail came away in his hands, and he set it down into her lap.

‘No bother at all for these clippers.’

He combed part of her hair over her face, it still hung down to her shoulders. He carefully started to cut a fringe in with the large scissors. She flinched at the quick snips so close to her face. The long pieces of hair rained down onto the cape. When he was finished, she had a blunt fringe just above her eyebrows. 

He pushed her head down, and started to cut away at her shoulder length hair, grabbing pieces and shearing it off roughly at chin length, and casting the cut off hair into the ever growing pile on her lap. He continued this hacking, all the way towards her face, hair tumbling past her cheeks as it was effortlessly shorn by the large and sharp scissors. She was left with a rough, but attractive bob. 

‘Time for the tidy up.’

He picked up the clippers and clicked the guard off. They popped on and the loud buzzing began. He moved them in towards her and tilted the clippers. He put them on her cheek, cutting away the end of the bob. They were moved up diagonally, were they took away more of the length. He keep moving them up diagonally, cutting in an invented bob. Over the part with the undercut, he turned the clippers to cut sideways, so that he was not shaving the undercut to a zero. He was gentle, only cutting the bob, she felt the longer hair being cut away and tumbling down. When he finished her jaw on the second side, he turned her back to face the mirror. Gone from her head were all the traces of her long hair, instead it lay in a pile in her lap, and in clumps around on the floor. In the mirror, she saw a pretty girl, with a severe inverted bob. 

‘I kind of like it,’ she said.

Her husband looked a bit shocked at this, ‘Well, that’s a pity, because we are going shorter.’

‘No, please don’t!’

The barber ran his fingers over her short nape, ‘I’d like to make a start, this next style will be very fun.’

Her bob was cut above the chin, gradually getting shorter towards the back, where it was cut short enough to expose her clippered nape. The barber combed out her hair and put clips in it to fully expose her undercut. The barber picked up the big clippers again.

‘Now, let’s get rid of this hair, shall we?’

She started to struggle in the chair again, she could have coped with her hair this short, but not any shorter, that would be too extreme. 

Her husband came over to her and held her face in his hands, ‘This will all be worth it in the end, don’t make me tell you off again. Your hair is getting cut off, that is final. The clippers are waiting, let the barber shear you.’

Tears formed in her eyes as her husband sat down in the chair over from her, turned to watch her.

The barber stepped in towards her again and placed the clippers in front of her ear, and moved them slowly upwards. She squirmed in the chair as the clippers buzzed past her small ears. The barber pushed her ear down and cut away the already short hairs around it. He moved across the whole side of her head, mowing away the hair that stood in the way of the fierce clippers. Then he reached the back of her head, he harshly pushed her head down towards her chest, and started running the clippers up her nape, small hairs fell with each pass, down onto her shoulders. He clipped away at her undercut, until it was all a short and even 0 buzz. She watched all of this in the mirror, and she was scared of how much more would have to come off. 

The barber took a small pair of scissors out of his apron, and held them up to Collette’s face. ‘Small, but very sharp.’

He slowly turned her away from the mirror again.

‘Now, will the lady be having a chilli or a uniform cut?’

‘Uniform,’ said John. ‘Make it good and short.’

‘What does that mean?’ Collette asked.

The barber took the clips out of her hair and combed it out again. With a few quick snips he took her fringe a centimetre shorter. 

‘That’s a good length,’ John said.

‘How short is my hair going to be?’ Collette said, starting to panic even more.

The scissors clicked and a section of hair fell into her lap, cut as short as her fringe.

‘No! How much did you cut? It’s so short.’

Without another word, the barber went to his desk and got some tape, cut a length of it, and put it over Collette’s mouth. She let out muffled sobs as the barber continued to cut her hair, slicing it away as short as her fringe. The scissors snipped loudly through her thick hair. She felt the cold of the scissors at the top of her ear as the hair was cut off. Soon, all the hair that wasn’t buzzed, was cut into a neat and short bowl cut. John ungagged her and took a photo of her on her phone, Collette sitting in the barber chair, her hair everywhere except for her pretty head. 

‘Thank you for all your help,’ he said to the barber.

‘Remember to lock up,’ the barber said, taking a glance back as he opened the door. 

John turned her to face the mirror again, it was the two of them alone in the shop now.

‘Ugh,’ she said, ‘It’s horrible.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘About all of this, but I knew that there would be no other way to make you cut it all off.’

‘Why here?’

‘Because this is our barbershop now, I’m the new barber, and I will train you up as well. I’m hoping to run the best unisex barbershop in the city.’

‘Oh but John, my hair, it’s awful, you’re going to have to cut it all off.’

‘I was hoping that you were going to say that.’

He locked the door and put the barber apron on. ‘Now Collette, I’m going to be your barber.’

‘Could you at least untie me?’

‘To do that, I would have to look at your gorgeous body, and I’m trying to be professional here.’

He walked behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. ‘So miss, what are we going for today? A little trim and a tidy up?’

‘Nope, I want to cut it all off.’

‘All off?’ he pretended to look shocked

She suddenly felt a little nervous, ‘Maybe I could grow it out and just wear a hat for a while...’

‘I’m your barber, and I think that all of this should get the chop. I’m going to buzz it all off, and shave you bald.’

‘Oh, I don’t know about this.’

‘Remember, you are still tied to my chair, I can cut your hair anyway that I like.’ He turned her away from the mirror as he spoke. ‘There’s one last fun style I would like to try first.’

He picked up the clippers, holding them confidently in his hands. ‘Don’t be scared, my love, it’s just a haircut.’

He combed her fringe forward and put a clip in it, and combed the rest of her hair back. He switched the clippers on, making her tingle. ‘Don’t worry, just relax and enjoy it.’

He started clipping behind her fringe. Moving the clippers slowly back along her head, buzzing away all the hair that stood in the way of her beautiful scalp. When he reached the back of her bowl cut, he flicked the clippers and the mound of hair that had gathered on them tumbled to the floor. She whimpered as the cold air hit the top of her head for the first time. He rubbed his hand along the buzzed strip. 

‘Very nice, now let me clip the rest off, good and short.’

He moved behind her, ‘Tilt you head down so I can clip you more easily.’ She did so, obediently. ‘Good girl, now stay still so that this turns out right.’

He ran the clippers up her nape and up the back of her head and onto the top of it, then he slowly sheared the left side of the bowl cut away, but taking the clippers from her head when he reached the fringe. He then moved the clippers back to her nape again and started to move the clippers up it again. She let out a quiet moan.

‘You like the feeling of it? Good, I’m more than happy to buzz your nape in my chair over and over.’ 

He then took the right hand side of the bowl cut off, flicking all the hair into her lap.

‘No more bowl cut. I’ll just tidy you up here.’

He ran the clippers all over her head, over and over, until her whole head was a uniform 0 buzz, apart from her fringe. Her turned her back to face the mirror again. Her whole head was clipped short, apart from her short fringe. 

‘Oh John, I’m a bald girl,’ she wailed.

‘Not yet, but soon you will be.’

He switched the clippers back on, and slowly put the teeth of them into her fringe, making it drop past her eyes and into her lap. He switched the clippers off.

A mound of shaving foam was sprayed onto her head, and he lathered it all over her head, feeling the short stubble under his fingers. Carefully he started with the razor at the front of her head. The dark shaved hairs mixed with the white foam, and he worked his way back along her head, the shaved parts shining in the light. 

‘Look at you,’ he said. ‘You are beautiful.’

He whisked the cape off her, letting all the hair fall to the floor, and he untied her.

‘One last thing, before you dress,’ he whispered, handing her a brush for the floor. ‘I want you to clean this mess up.’

He sat down and watched her as she swept up the remains of her beautiful long hair, from the piles where it was scattered around the big leather barber’s chair, silky and shiny. 

‘I will treasure your transformation forever,’ he sighed. ‘And I can’t wait to run this shop with you.’