I Want A Fetishist To Cut My Hair
I knew she would let me....
Michelle the girl with the long thick dark blonde hair almost down to her butt. It was her best feature. She was plump but not unattractive. I knew she liked me. She seemed to walk past my office more often than she needed to. She made me coffees and anything I asked her to do she would, over and beyond her job. I asked her to do things for my wife and she would do them. Anything to please me.
I would throw her the odd compliment, the odd touch on the arm or conversation to keep her on side. So one day she was in my office fetching something she didn’t really need and I just said it ‘I want to cut your hair, will you let me?’ She looked at me and reddened and instinctively touched her hair as if to protect it from what I had in mind. ‘Why?’ She said. ‘You have lovely hair and I always wanted to cut a girls hair. Will you let me?’
It was obvious of course that she didn’t want to cut her hair but I knew she would want to please me. In her confusion I pulled out a chair ‘sit down’ she did and still hadn’t said anything. I flicked the engaged sign and shut the office door and dropped the latch. She sat there looking nervous.
I stood behind her, released her mane from the pony tail band and started brushing her lovely long thick hair. ‘How much do you want to cut?’ she asked quietly. ‘Quite a lot’ I replied honestly pushing the side of my hand in at her nape. She gasped but did not get up out of the chair. I quickly flicked a perfectly white cape over her and tied it at the neck. I could see she was conflicted, of course she didn’t wasn’t her hair cut, she just wanted my attention but she hadn’t said no at this point..... tbc
Michelle the girl with the long thick dark blonde hair almost down to her butt. It was her best feature. She was plump but not unattractive. I knew she liked me. She seemed to walk past my office more often than she needed to. She made me coffees and anything I asked her to do she would, over and beyond her job. I asked her to do things for my wife and she would do them. Anything to please me.
I would throw her the odd compliment, the odd touch on the arm or conversation to keep her on side. So one day she was in my office fetching something she didn’t really need and I just said it ‘I want to cut your hair, will you let me?’ She looked at me and reddened and instinctively touched her hair as if to protect it from what I had in mind. ‘Why?’ She said. ‘You have lovely hair and I always wanted to cut a girls hair. Will you let me?’
It was obvious of course that she didn’t want to cut her hair but I knew she would want to please me. In her confusion I pulled out a chair ‘sit down’ she did and still hadn’t said anything. I flicked the engaged sign and shut the office door and dropped the latch. She sat there looking nervous.
I stood behind her, released her mane from the pony tail band and started brushing her lovely long thick hair. ‘How much do you want to cut?’ she asked quietly. ‘Quite a lot’ I replied honestly pushing the side of my hand in at her nape. She gasped but did not get up out of the chair. I quickly flicked a perfectly white cape over her and tied it at the neck. I could see she was conflicted, of course she didn’t wasn’t her hair cut, she just wanted my attention but she hadn’t said no at this point..... tbc
46-50, F
