Nandini

It was like stepping into the heaven for Nandini.
Merely 18 years of age, a delicate beauty, born and brought up in a village by her farmer father, she had never come to this wonderful big city called Mumbai.
(Though she had heard many stories, some facts and some fictions about this dream city)

Just a month ago she was married to Vikas who worked in an infantry battalion of Indian Services. His current posting was in Mumbai. First fortnight after coming to Mumbai flew away so fast and the day of joining the office for Vikas was just 2 days away. 

In the evening they were walking on a footpath of a crowded street in fort area doing window-shopping.
Vikas noticed a signboard of barbershop, which incidentally was a shop for both male and female.

Nandini lets get into that shop. I need to have a haircut since I have to resume my duties a day after tomorrow. 

She gave him a look of surprise. Her innocent big eyes were staring at him.

Why? What happened? 

I I have never been to the barbershop before She completed her sentence with stammers.

Vikas had a hearty laugh looking at her expressions.
He felt like taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. My sweet wife, this is Mumbai and going to barbershop is not taboo here. Moreover this shop has no sex bar, he told her with smile.

Means? she was still confused.

Means it is meant for both male and female. Do you want to get a haircut? He asked her mischievously staring at her butt length thick braid. 

Chheeee She replied trying to hide her blushing pink chicks.

Come, let s go and with that they entered into the barbershop.

Whole scenario was mesmerizing for Nandini. Not that she had not seen hair being cut before. In their small village her father and brothers used to get their haircuts at the back yard by the village barber. She never bothered to have a detailed look at how it was done. However, a couple of years back she witnessed complete head shave of her brother with the straight razor. It was on the occasion of his thread ceremony.
In fact she felt more nervous than her brother who was being shaved at that time. Even now a chill went through her spine with just the memory of that incident. 

What happened? Vikas shook her elbow and brought her back on earth. They were sitting in the waiting chairs for Vikas s turn to come. It was a whole new experience for her. sschuck sschuck noise of scissors, humming of clippers and to top it all mixture of that fantastic fragrance of shaving leather and after-shave creams. Nandini was speechless.

Vikas was on leave for last 3 months and had a fairly rich growth of hair. Nandini once again felt birds flying in her stomach when he sat in the barber chair and was caped. He looked at her through mirror and smiled. She gave him a shy smile in return. Vikas winked at her making her more and more nervous.

Click ! With the sound the clippers in barbers hands came to life. It was absolutely new equipment for Nandini. But soon when barber placed its blades on hairline at Vikas s forehead and made first pass towards his crown, Nandini s big eyes became so wide as if she was seeing something very unusual. She closed her hanging jaws with first realization of being watched by crowd around her. With mixed feeling of shyness and nervousness she was trying hard to hide her blushing.

There in the chair Vikas s hair was cropped fully and the barber was now applying leather on his neck and around his ears. He took his straight razor, replaced the blade and got busy scrapping his hair smooth at that place.

Nandini was finding it hard to keep her breathing in control. She clenched her fists, bit her lower lip and and it happened. She climaxed. Without even realizing it. She closed her eyes. Didn t realize how much time was passed. Vikas woke her up giving a gentle shake to her shoulder.

Wake up Nandini ! What happened? 

She had a blank look in her eyes as if she was looking at a stranger.

Hey Nandini Vikas shook her hand.

Hun ? 

What happened? 

Nandini was intently looking at his face as if absorbing his new fresh appearance. Handsome.. still childish, he was looking cute and hot. 

Shall we go? Vikas too was feeling the heat. She got up and they both left the barbershop.

First hour after reaching home was heaven for both of them. They were riding on the clouds. Nandini never removing her hand from Vikas s freshly shorn head stroking it caressing it and Vikas never tiring giving her orgasms after orgasms with his manhood. 
They fell asleep when they got totally exhausted.

It must be 2.00 in the midnight when Vikas got up with the sound of tap running in the bathroom. Nandini was not in the bed. He got up slowly and gently pushed the bathroom door. It was open. He didn t open it fully, instead he started peeping in from the small gap of door. Unaware of his stares, Nandini closed the tap, came out of the bathtub and stood in front of the full size mirror wiping her body. Her long, straight, black hair freshly washed, were hanging and water dripping from its ends was tickling her ass cheeks. 

She lifted her hair, soaked it by squeezing like a rope. Suddenly she got some thought. She pinned up all her hair at her crown. Then picked up a soft towel and covered her head with it skin tight. Imagining that it was bald, she started looking at her image in the mirror from different angles, holding the towel tighter and tighter.

Suddenly she noticed the staring eyes of Vikas from the gap of the bathroom door. She immediately left the towel from her head and started covering her nude body with her tiny two hands. Vikas entered inside the bathroom laughing loudly, looking at her desperate attempts. He went close to her, took her in his arms and started kissing her deeply passionately. He left her lips after a while. She was breathless, resting her head on his shoulder. Vikas was stroking her head her pinned up huge bun of wet hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying his touches everywhere.


What were you looking in the mirror Nandini? a question came out so suddenly that Nandini was not prepared for it.

Nothing Nothing specific I was just wiping after the bath she was not convincing however. And Vikas s mischievous smile was evident that he had caught her off guard.

Don t look at me like that Nandini said blushing and hiding her face in his hairy chest.

OK. What will you give me if I guess it correctly? He continued playing with her hairline, her head and her huge bun.

Nandini s heartbeats were racing. She held him tighter and answered in whisper You have taken away every thing that I had. What have I got to give you? 

Let me decide that Nandini. You just accept my bet. 

Still she didn t answer. Vikas lifted her face slowly with his soft hand under her chin. Her face was pink, her eyelids down. Vikas planted a kiss on her trembling lips and asked her softly tell me Nandini will you give me whatever I want? 

She nodded her head slowly, fully aware that Vikas knew all her inner feelings. Vikas quickly lifted her in his arms and brought her in the bedroom.

Won t you ask me the answer Nandini? he asked smiling at her.

She looked at him, caressing his rough head said slowly I know I have lost the bet. Please tell me what you wish from me. 

Vikas s hand caressing her hair stopped at her bun. He clenched it tightly, slightly pulling it from the base and said, Give me this souvenir sweet heart. 

Nandini tightly closed her eyes, slightly because of pain it was causing but mainly because she knew Vikas s desire. In fact she was praying for this at heart of her hearts.

Answer me Nandini Vikas asked her in whisper holding her trembling body still tight in his arms. Nandini slowly opened her eyes. And what shall we tell to our parents? she asked.

Don t worry about it darling, first thing tomorrow morning we shall do is buy you a nice wig. Nobody will even notice that your hair is cut. 

Nandini s trembling subsided to some extent. She was quite for some time.

You have not answered me sweet heart. Vikas s voice had a bit of urgency. Nandini lifted her left hand towards her bun at her crown. She was about to open it. But Vikas stopped her hurriedly.

Wait. Wait a minute Nandini. Let me do it my way. With that he got up from the bed and brought a small box, which he had hidden in one of the shelves.

Nandini was quietly sitting at the center of the bed with no cloths on. She was looking like a statue of some Greek Goddess without blinking her eyes. Vikas sat in front of her and opened his box. Nandini was surprised to see the contents of the box. She looked at Vikas questioningly.

Shhh . This is a secret treasure of your husband. He said with a big grin on his face.
Are you ready my love? He asked. She just bowed down her head submissively.

Vikas removed a pair of scissors from his box. Opened and closed for several times making sschack sschack sschack sschack noise.

Nandini s emotions were building up. Her heart was pounding. Palms of her hands were wet with the sweat.
She half closed her eyes. And suddenly she felt the cold metal touch at hairline of her forehead. She gave a quick glance at vikas. He was smiling at her. He had not opened her bun. He had just dug his scissors in her hair above her forehead, right at the base. He then bend on her face. Gave her a tender kiss on her lips. She was about to close her eyes and there she heard the noise SCRRRACH ---SCRRRACH---SCRRRACH---SCRRRACH . Hair on top of her head was being separated from her skull with that noise by the scissors run by Vikas.

She missed her heartbeat tried to touch that part of her head. Vikas stopped her. Wait darling let me remove my souvenir. Don t touch it till then. With that he started inserting blade of his scissors inside the knotted bun and closing it with rapid speed.

Nandini s nipples were visibly erect and hard. Her eyes were closed. She was feeling the touches of his scissors on her head. Slowly she realized that the bun on her head was hanging from her left shoulder. Vikas gave last 3 4 snips with his scissors at back of her head and it fell loose near her feet.

Vikas kept his scissors down and picked up the bun.
Kissed it. It was looking like a wig. He brought it in front of Nandini. Touch it darling! Feel it! He said. She did with her shaking hand and shivered with the touch of her own shorn hair. Rainy clouds were gathering at the corners of her eyes. Vikas noticed it and took her in his arms, locked her lips in his mouth. After a little while when her trembling subsided, he released her.

Lets make it smooth darling. He said stroking her head, which had uneven length of hair.

Nandini was literally experiencing the fantasy she had hidden in her heart for so many years. (Precisely since the day she had witnessed her younger brother s shaving in his thread ceremony.) It was coming true so suddenly and so abruptly that she was finding it quite difficult to live it. (Live her fantasy).

I am going to enjoy it. 

I have been longing for it for so many years. 

Let me enjoy it. 

She kept telling herself till Vikas came with a bowl full of water. Vikas touched her. She opened her eyes.
Smiled at him. Can I suggest something to you Vikas? she asked so sweetly that no husband on this earth would refuse to hear.

Yes darling. 

I will wear my saree and lets do it sitting on the floor like they do it at the thread ceremony. Can we? 

Vikas was a bit confused. He wanted to please his sweet heart so he said Oh yes. Why not? Come. Lets sit here. 

And then he did exactly how Nandini wanted it to happen. She wore saree. Made him sit in one of the corners of the room. Came and sat in front of him. She was literally living her fantasy. Vikas then wetted her hair and shaved her smooth with his straight razor.

No need to tell you that Nandini and Vikas lived happily ever after caring, loving, and respecting each other s feelings.

Nandini2

Now that she was bald, Nandini felt more elated, more courageous. After the day she got her husband to shave her head smooth, she walked around with a scarf. But the next day, she got bolder and walked around with bare, bald head. Some people made a wry face, but many smiled and a few talked to her and told she looked beautiful, even with a bald head. Nandini got bolder by the hour.

The next day she telephoned her parents and told them of her new appearance. Her mother Gayatri was horrified. ''What have you done! I was thinking of asking you to do it in Tirupati after you got your first child. I did not want to put you off in advance, not knowing that you actually liked it. If only you had told me! By the by, how and when did you get this desire of getting shaved clean?'' Gayatri almost wailed.

''Amma (meaning mother), I had this desire since Rakesh's headshave during his thread ceremony. I liked that process and the posture - sitting crosslegged in front of the barber and the latter wetting his head and shaving him with a straight razor. I asked Vikas to shave my head similarly which he did. He cut off the bulk of my hair with scissors. I told him that I would wear a sari and sit on the floor in front of him. He could then shave my wet hair. Which he did. I liked it very much, Amma''

By now Gayatri was more composed. ''You will feel much better in Tirupati, Nandu. There also you will have to sit cross legged on the floor. The barber will wet your hair thoroughly and shave your head clean with a razor fitted with a disposable shaving blade. He will do it so well in a jiffy, you will be on cloud nine, my dear. The tingling sensation of your long locks grazing your cheeks as they fall is something you should never miss. How unfortunate! You don't have those long hairs now. My vow can't be fulfilled.''

Nandini said ''Don't worry, Amma. I will grow it back in just about three years. By then for sure I will have a kid in my hands. Probably the child's hair as well as mine could be shaved on the same day in Tirupati. By the by, you are describing tingling sensation of long hair getting cut and all that. How do you know?''

''Simple. When I took you to Tirupati to get your head shaved for the first time, your father and I also got it done. You were the first child you see and I had vowed my hair to Lord Venkateshwara. I had knee long hair then. That tonsure was so nice and enjoyable. You don't remember that since you were just two years old at that time. I wanted to get it done again both for you and myself when you passed your SSLC exams. But, your father said no for some reason. He said we could do it after you became a mother.''

''Well, Amma. I am really excited. In three years flat, your daughter will be with a baby and long hair. And to see you also becoming bald in Tirupati. Imagining it by itself is making me excited.''

Then Nandini, now bolder than before, telephoned her in-laws. Her mother-in-law, Mukta, was excited beyond words. ''Oh, is it? Ha ha ha. A beautiful and bald daugher-in-law. Ha ha ha. How much I would like to see you and touch your smooth head! But would in not have been better to have got it done in a religious place like Tirupati or Tryambak or Prayag? I am looking forward to the day when I am going to Prayag with your father-in-law and get my head nicely shaved. He is asking me to wait till you give us a grand-child. When will that be, dear?''

Encouraged Nandini said ''I am sorry, Amma (here it meant 'mother-in-law') that I jumped the gun and did it at home without telling you. I did not know that getting shaved in a religious place is so exciting. I have told Amma (here it meant 'mother') that in three years flat I will have long hair and a child.''

And true to her words, Nandini gave birth to a beautiful girl child just nine months after she was shaved by her husband. They named her Madhuri. When the kid was three months old, Nandini's parents-in-law went to Prayag for pilgrimage. There, on the banks of Ganga, Mukta got her hip length hair cut to her nape by her husband and did Venidaan, a sacred poojan every married female ought to do at least once. Immediately after, she got her head shaved clean by a barber. Her husband and her 16 year old son, Madhav also got fully tonsured as is required by custom. Looking at the photos taken by Madhav of his mother's Venidaan and subsequent tonsure on the Holy River's bank, Nandini also resolved that she also would do it once, as early as she could grow hair after her Tirupati tonsure - maybe six or seven years hence.
Madhuri became two years old. Nandini's hair had grown just as long as it had been when she got married three years previously. As had been decided, Nandini, Vikas, Madhuri, Gayatri, Nandini's father and Rakesh visited Tirupati. First, the Mundan (first tonsure of a child) of Madhuri was conducted with all religiosity. Next the remaining five members - two females and three males got tonsured one after another by the same barber, sitting cross legged on the floor. Rakesh and Vikas by turn videotaped the tonsures. Nandini was excited seeing her beautiful mother go bald happily. Especially, she was overjoyed to see the first gray bald patch emerge among a forest of shiny black strands on Gayatri's head. Now, her three year old fantasy, created and nurtured by her doting mother, of sitting cross-legged in a religious place such as Tirupati and getting tonsured, was coming to a reality.
She unbraided her hair quickly and sat down in front of the barber with that ecstatic smile. He thoroughly wetted her hair in about 3 minutes. He put a new blade in the razor and started shaving the hair from the forehead. With a lot of effort and religiosity, Nandini held herself from going overboard with any orgasm. She was feeling so excited at the first touch of the blade on her head. When the first few wet strands of her hair fell down tickling her cheeks, she could not believe that all this was reality. Her smile grew wider as the bald patch on her head became broader. Now the left side, now the right side, now the nape, finally the stray hair missed here and there - Nandini became bald for the second time in three years. She never wore anything on her head and proudly went around with her bare bald head.
True to her desire, four more years hence, she got the chance of going bald at Prayag, which she was eagerly looking forward to. Vikas was posted to Varanasi and this helped her Prayag dream very much. With her third child in her womb almost due for delivery she sat on the banks of Ganga in Prayag cross-legged wearing a brand new sari, got her butt length hair snipped off close to her nape by Vikas as Venidaan and got tonsured smooth immediately thereafter by a barber. You see, in Prayag, it is auspicious for even pregnant women to get tonsured, which is generally prohibited elsewhere. When Nandini, bald for the third time in seven years, gave birth to a son just four days later, her doctor congratulated her, being the first bald woman to give birth in her medical career of 12 years.

My Head Shave

It was in April 2001 that my husband got transferred to Jaipur. It is very hot there during our time there. We have two children-one boy and one girl. I used to wear sarees .

The first day we reached there I felt very hot. I was sweating very much. That night I told my hubby " darling, it's very hot here and I don't want to wear a long saree. Tomorrow onwards I am going to wear only genes trousers and and T-shirts. You should not oppose. It will be very comfortable if I wear trousers .Think if we are going by a motor bike I could sit behind you by placing my two legs on both sides of the bike. Also if I want to climb a tree it is very comfortable". So, from the next day onwards I started wearing trousers.

After two days I told my husband "darling, It's too uncomfortable wearing the trousers. So I am now going to wear only shorts, so that every one could appreciate my legs. I am also going to cut my shirt so that it just covers my breast, so that I can expose my stomach to every one." This time he was stunned. But he was so cute and obedient that he agreed. My children can't believe it was me. This is my photo taken while I went for modeling.

Now it was my dream to walk with a shaven head. When I mentioned it to my husband he was very angry. So I also became angry and I decided to do it in front of him. I hired two ladies who know karate. Their name was Kiran and Kuntan. Now on his birthday I asked him to come home early. He came at 1 PM. When he entered the house Kiran asked him to strip his clothes .He had no other alternative. Now he was tied in front of me.

Now Kuntan first unbuttoned my jacket, while Kiran was busy stripping my shorts and panties .I stepped out of my shorts and then threw it at my husband. Kuntan slipped off my shirt, and then Kiran slipped my bra down. My bra fell to the floor revealing my breasts. Then they asked me to open my legs apart so that my husband could sit between them. Now Kuntan grabbed my husband's private member gently and guided him inside me and he moaned as we began making love.

Now they raised my forehead and started cutting my hair .Oh ! how I felt at that time. Oh! I was surprised at his sexual endurance. It was the best sex I ever had. With each pass of the clippers, mounds of long black hair came tumbling down to the floor, and in minutes, the last lock of hair was cut. I stood there in front of him, buzzed and naked. I felt the tiny hairs, and could not believe that the long hairs that had been there just an hour before were gone. I could feel my scalp. He was crying. I started kissing him. With in a few minutes my 16 inch long hair was now lying on the floor. Now my hair was only 0.2in long.

Next Kiran washed my head with water. Then she spread shaving cream on my head. At that time Kuntan asked my husband to take his thing out . Kuntan moved around my head with quick strokes of the clippers. Hair fell to the floor and into my breast. Not an eye was twitched by my hubby as Kuntan cut my hair off. Slowly, as Kuntan turned back to her, and worked up a lather in the mug. As the brush hit each side of the mug you could hear a soft clanging, and the lather grew in the mug. Dipping the brush into the mug she scooped up the warm lather and began brushing it over my head. As she worked the lather into my clipped hairs my head rocked around, almost rocking me to sleep. Gently she worked the lathered brush around my head, looking for places she may have missed. She dipped the brush back into the mug, scooping up more warm lather and painting it on top of the first brushing.

With my head covered with white shaving cream she put the mug and brush on the shelf next to each other. She picked up a straight razor, opened it, and spread a little oil over the blade. Taking the leather strap, hanging from the right arm, she began to strop the open blade over it. Kindly and with the swiftness of years of use the blade was brought to a shining glow. Placing her left hand under my chin, she gently pushed it away from her causing my head to tilt to the right. The shinning blade was placed at the center part, and a short quick stroke was taken leaving behind soft tanned skin. The blade was wiped across her open left palm, and returned to its mark to begin another pass. Each pass was two or three inches in length, leaving behind tanned skin. Skin being shaved of any hair which had once covered it. He sat in amazement as my eyes closed with enjoyment. My head was now tilting downward into my chest. The right side was shaved smooth, with streaks of shaving cream left behind by the passing razor's blade. My head was rolled to the right as Kuntan came shaving over the top of my left ear. He was still amazed at what he was seeing, as if it were a dream. The blade was closed and the razor put on the shelf next to the shaving mug and brush. She leaned over to the sink and turned the hot water on. Her right hand tested it as the water came out hotter. When it was right she tossed the towel back into it. Taking hold of the sides she began working it in a rocking motion under the hot water.

The safety razor was picked up and put to action. Each stroke was short and quickly rinsed clean of the shaving cream and hair that was removed with it.. As she shaved a section of my head, she would stroke her fingers over it checking for unshaven areas. When she was sure there were no hairs to be shaved, she would start shaving another section. As Kuntan wiped my head, I told my daughter, "Make sure you clean up the mess." she smiled and turned to leave the shop. "Hey," I said quickly to get her attention before she raced out. "Ohhhh, sorry," she said in a childish manner. "Ms. Kuntan, I'll come in tomorrow for my haircut."

She was finished shaving my head, and was patting it with a towel. Her fingers did another brushing of her head, finding some stubble he quickly razored them away. After that Kuntan spread shaving cream on my pussy. Now she was shaving my pubic hair. After ever thing was finished I looked at the mirror. Oh! HOW I FELT RELIEVED, MY HEAD WAS AS CLEAN AS AN EGG. I looked at my husband .he was now untied and is now kissing my head. He asked why I shaved my pussy. I told him now onwards I am not going to wear any dress at home. Because it is the most comfortable way. That night he came to make love with me. But this time he need not waste time undressing me because I am completely nude. Now my children asked what happened to me. I told them nothing .They asked me what that two things where and cried ,because they don't have them .Oh ! they were so cute. I kissed them. They kissed on my shaved head.

Orthodox Haircut

I am narrating my experience twenty-five years back. I was aged twenty- eight and was married seven years prior to that. We belong to the orthodox south Indian Brahmin family. My married life was disappointing, as my husband could not satisfy me sexually. He was not impotent but less active. As a result we did not have children. The elders in the family naturally blamed me for this and sent me to some local country quacks for treatment. This treatment did not have any impact on me getting pregnant. However, they increased my libido and sexual desire that remained unsatisfied due my husband?s inadequacy.
Within few years, my husband was involved in a road accident and died immediately. Then only I realized what happens to a widow in a traditional orthodox south Indian Brahmin family. There were elaborate rituals for ten days and each day I used to be dressed in the finest sari, all jewellery, flowers on my long hair and a big dot of vermilion on my forehead, a typical bridal make-up. On the tenth day night, all these turned into a nightmare and I was subjected to the worst form of humiliation. A group of women from amongst our relatives, who were also widows, pounced on me and took me to the backyard of our house. There they stripped me of my make up like vermilion dot on my forehead, flowers and my jewels. My sari, blouse, brassiere and panties were also removed and I was made totally nude. Then I was told that as per custom and tradition I must wear only a beige colored sari with out blouse and was given one to wear. I withstood all this and the slept for the night.
I did not realize what was in store for me the next morning and had a good sleep. I was woken up next morning around sunrise by the same group of widows and asked to brush my teeth and finish other toilet routines. I complied and when I was coming out of the toilet, I noticed our family barber sitting at the backyard and sharpening his straight edged razor. There was a wooden plank placed on the floor in front of him for some one to take the seat and get shaved. I was given my morning cup of coffee and then instructed to take a bowl of hot water, go and sit on the wooden plank in front of the barber. When I questioned why, I was shouted at and advised not to ask such impertinent questions. As a Brahmin widow, I need to comply with the customs and traditions that dictate I get my head clean shaved. I was in tears and burst out crying conveying my reluctance. At that time, my husband?s aunt came towards and advised there is no point in crying and protesting. This shaving has to happen and all that you can do is to bear and enjoy the experience. She added that she also had to undergo such an experience, which she did not like the but ha, accepted and enjoying it. She suggested that sitting for shaving with the sari is not as per custom. I have to remove it and the sit wearing a small bath towel around my waist and bare breasted. When I expressed my reluctance, she said that shyness is initially only but as widow I am supposed to be without a sense of shame and should consider myself not as woman.
I saw the writing on the wall and then quietly removed my sari and wrapped a bath towel around my waist. My buttocks being fairly large and rounded, the towel size was just adequate to go around. Then I took a bowl of hot water on an earthen bowl and sat in front of the barber, on the plank cross-legged. Our family barber is a middle-aged person who is a regular visitor to our home to shave our men in the family. He simply looked at my bare breast and me. He had already opened his steel box containing the shaving implements like few straight edged razors, shaving brush and a tube of shaving cream. He looked to other women for instructions how to proceed. My aunt instructed him to shave the head clean and smooth. The head should be as smooth as ensure that a bird sitting on it will slip and fall down.
I had a long and thick hair extending up to my buttocks, which I normally used to braid into long pigtail. But after the previous nights experience of removing my bridal makeup, I had tied and knotted as a bun on top of my head. Barber undid the knotted bun and my long tresses of hair extended freely on my back right up to my buttocks. Looking at that beautiful hair, barber requested if he can shave it straight way with the razor instead of sniping it with scissors and then shaving it clean. He said this would help him to make good money by selling my long black hair for wig makers. He added that I may have a discomfort for a day the shaven head will have a burning sensation due to the repeated use of the straight razor over and over the head. I agreed as I felt it necessary to help him and did not realize how it would help me in subsequent days to come. Barber happily commenced his task by wetting my hair with warm water from the supplied bowl. The bowl had to be replenished thrice as he used sufficient water to drench my hair from the roots. He also gave smooth massage of my head whilst doing so. Whilst doing he came closer to myself and I could feel the sweat smell from his armpits as he raised his hand whilst applying water. Further, a masculine touch started to turn me on. After this, he took out his razor and started to sharpen before the application on my head. At that time I really trembled as I realized my days of long hair are only few seconds away from its death. I felt like a condemned prisoner about to have the noose knotted after a black hood covered his face. Barber slowly pulled my head forward almost close to him to have a good reach for his razor to play. He lowered it and parted the thick hair on the middle of the head to place his razor. All that I felt was the razor moving over my head with ?tshk, tshk? noise and this continued for few seconds. Also I felt the gush of fresh air on to my head over the portions on which the razor moved. After few minutes there was thud on my right shoulder and I saw the fall of thick bunch of hair. Barber let loose my head from his grasp and commenced sharpening his hair for further pass over my head. This application of razor all over my head continued till the entire area over the head is covered, of course with few interruptions to sharpen the razor. I had closed my eyes during the entire process after the fall of first bunch of hair as I did not like to see my hairs falling but I felt their fall at various parts of my upper body.
After the tonsure was completed, barber wetted my head again with warm water and this time took another razor to sharpen. He sharpened it for few minutes on his sharpening stone. I had already started feeling the burning sensation by the rude movement of razor that left a number of small nicks. He rubbed my head again with water and started shaving it closer with small steps at a time. After few minutes and covering the whole head, he rubbed off the head with his hand and certified as smooth and clean. Then my aunt rubbed her hand over my head and felt that it can be made smoother by applying a load of shaving cream and shaving it clean. Barber obliged and stated brushing my already smooth head with cream. The razor again had its play leaving entire head shining. I opened my eyes and was pained to see my long tresses lying all around me. Barber coolly and gladly collected them together and packed them in a cover as his prized possession. Then he took out an old mirror from his box, thrust on to my hand and suggested to have a look. Also he asked me to feel the head to see whether it is smooth enough. I was shocked to see my self completely bald and added to the removal of earrings and nose rings. I could not identify myself. I cried for few minutes and then composed myself. In the mean time, I noticed in the mirror, my facial hair the side burns, a perceptible growth of black hair on the upper lip and few strands at the lower chin were prominently visible especially after my head was at shining best. Next I felt the brush on my chin and found the barber moving the shaving brush with lather on my face just as he would handle his male clientele. I was holding the mirror as this was going on and found myself a bit funny to be covered with lather over my upper lip. He slowly got another razor from his box. He seemed to have different set of razors for each area of the body. He commenced from top of my face close to my ears and ran down the razor fluently and cleaned my complete face leaving it shining smooth. His pinching my nose and turning it to each side to ensure smooth and safe passage of razor over my upper lip was funny. Another application of brush and lather followed by running of razor over on my entire face saw my face head as one shining lot. At this stage my aunt, came closer, turned my face and seemed to be satisfied with the barber?s work. But she said it is not good to leave the eyebrows as it is and ordered him to remove it. Barber complied with the same treatment as face and cleaned it smooth. On the mirror I could see my self totally smooth from neck and above and felt odd.

Barber?s eyes ran over my chest, my bare breast and the shoulder area. My thick underarm hair was sprouting out, as it was customary in orthodox families not to trim or shave any part of female body till then. My aunt told the barber to ensure that not trace of hair to be left unshaved and left the place along with others leaving our family barber and myself alone. As told this barber was middle aged and was full of life. He understood my aunt?s order well and started to implement in all seriousness. He asked me to relax by leaning back and resting on my hands at the back thereby throwing my chest forward. There were few patches of hair around my breast nipples, middle of chest between breasts and on my tummy around the belly button. He took handful of water and started to apply on my chest allover including the breasts. My breasts were large like a coconut and handled them with both hands to increase the coverage area. I was getting turned on quickly and my nipples hardened. He took out the razor and ran all over my chest carefully ensuring all the hairs are removed smoothly. A further examination of smoothness by massaging the area especially the breasts left me excited. He recognized my condition and slowly bent and started caressing my breast and getting his face closer to it. I understood his intent and readily thrust my left breast into his mouth and he was glad to suck it vigorously. I got further turned and the effect on my lower half hidden by bath towel was violent. After sucking my both the breast and leaving the nipple hard, he asked me to lift my hands to show my underarms that were covered with thick hair growth. A quick water application and razor treatment got my both armpits smooth and shining despite a black patch of discoloration. Next my both hands were cleaned of the normal hair growth that got me shining from the hip and above.
Then came the climax. I was expecting an invitation from him to stand up to help him to continue his work below the hip and he readily obliged. He asked whether I have any hair to be shaved. I replied by standing up and he understood me well. He simply undid the knot on the towel and that exposed my remaining parts of anatomy. My genitals and area around from stomach was covered with thick bush of hair. He wondered how I could manage all these days with this bush. No wonder there was staunch sweat smell. He started rubbing the whole area with water and I got further excited. As wetted this area repeatedly, he started putting his finger also inside my vagina to get me further excited. He suggested that he would get me in to a complete orgasm before putting the razor in this area for shaving as any inadervetent movement could leave me nicked badly in a sensitive area. I agreed and he started rubbing my vagina, mount and inner lips with both hands and I stated excreting my juice. I had my orgasm and he seemed to be a bit concerned. I could sense his problem and asked whether he is also excited. He answered in affirmative and I knew what he wanted. Our family barber is a professional as per caste system in India. He is used to dress very simply with just a lungi around his waist with a loincloth underneath supporting his genitals, scrotum and testis. He never wears an upper garment except for towel that dangles on his shoulders when he walks. Otherwise during work he is always bare-chested with thick patch of hair covering his upper body. Knowing this, I undid the knot of his lungi that dropped down on the floor exposing his loincloth that was getting stressed by his genitals. As he was breathing heavily due excitement, his prick must be pushing his loincloth further and further. I made him turn around and from the partition of his buttocks unearthed the edge of his loincloth and loosened it further, prior to totally removing it. What I saw beneath was a wonder to me. A tough and long shaft, ten inches long and one inch in diameter, with the foreskin totally withdrawn. My late husband did not have even half the size of this. Barbers prick was clean-shaven and smooth all over. He said that he knew of his job for the day with me and had expected such an experience. Hence, he came prepared by getting shaved below his navel and he said I could take on from here. I was excited by his words and though I badly wanted to have him fuck me I decided to try other modes. I held his long shaft with both my hands and fondled it vigorously. I saw him getting further turned on and he held my smooth shaved head in both hands and started kissing over it. After some time I started squeezing his big testicles and he seemed to be in some pain but enjoyed. In few seconds, I sat down whilst he was standing and his shaft was right near my face. He slowly brought it closer to my mouth and started thrusting inside. I could not resist getting it inside my mouth and in few minutes I was sucking it actively as he was pushing it in and out like the steam engine piston rod. I was getting equally excited and enjoyed it despite the offensive smell emanating from his genital area as well his anus. After few minutes, I had his strong grunt and his shout to stop. But I continued, as I could not stop immediately. He let go his jet of cum on to mouth and the jet spurted three four times before his shaft got totally soft. I had to swallow some of the cum but retained a lot in my mouth which I spat on a small bowl that forms part of barbers kit for keeping water. In my case, a bigger bowl was needed as my hair was long and it needed deep wetting. I could fill around half the bowl. Barber became totally tired and sat down and continued sharpen his razor to proceed with shaving my genitals. A fresh bout of water application and the placing of razor below the navel was followed by the ?tshk,tshk? noise as the razor ran past the thick hair growth. He tried to be careful whilst coming closer to the flaps of the vagina and handled them well. During this process he repeatedly inserted his fingers into my vagina and exciting my mount. With in a few moments my bottom was smooth as that of child. Next a quick movement of razor over my thighs and legs got my entire front bottom shining.
Next the barber asked is there any hair left or he can start the final finish. I remembered I have few patches in my buttocks especially near the arsehole. I turned my back and requested him to shave my entire buttocks. Barber readily agreed and did the same treatment with only difference that he asked me to spread my buttocks so that hair around the arsehole could be shaved clean. This left me totally smooth and free of ant traces of hair on my body from head to toe. By this time I got adequately turned on and I needed his help. This time I asked him play with my buttocks and he quickly started kissing it and slowly moved his tongue closer my arsehole. I spread my buttocks with my hand to get to anus easily. He played on to my anus with his tongue plunging it deep into my hole. This made me reach orgasm.
I sat down after that and he said that he would empty the bowl in which I had put his cum but he preferred to rub on to my head and shaved body as an after shave lotion. I enjoyed again his vigorous massaging of the head, face, breast, genitals, buttocks and the anal area with this cum lotion. The smell of it was exciting. Thus ended my first experience with the barber. The entire episode took about an hour and my aunt came back to wind up the show and pay the barber his fee. Looking at the exalted status of both of us, she smiled and said that I should not allow my hair to grow for more than a fortnight. She told the barber to visit every fifteen days to shave my head and repeat the experience. I thanked her profusely for this suggestion. I remembered her words at the beginning that I need not cry but enjoy the experience, which I did.
This went on and on for many years till I lost my libido due to aging and so was the barber. My hair growth all over reduced and the shaving frequency from once a fortnight has become once a month. Nowadays I do it as a mere ritual to get my head shaved and I am left with no hair any where on the body to shave. I sit nude for shaving these days but it does not bother me or our family barber.

Mother's Headshave

my name is Rajesh and this happened in our house recently. We stay in panruthi a small town in Tamil Nadu. My appa (father) is a very short tempered and strict man. He is 35 yrs old and has departmental store where he goes n sits every day .And when at home he constantly keeps shouting at all of us. He is keen about things.  My amma (mother) is a very silent and innocent woman n she is very much scared of my appa.  She is a good looking woman and is 29 yrs old. She has a very thick hair which is knee long. Her hair is very jetblack and shiny and she usually wears it in a tight bun or sometimes in a braid.

One weekend amma had a headbath and left her hair open for drying while cooking food.  During lunch when appa was eating food he found a very long hair strand in the sambar (south Indian dish). He became very furious he started shouting at amma. He warned amma if this happens again he will have amma’s head shaved smooth. Unfortunately after a few days one morning when appa was eating his breakfast he found a hair strand. This time he was even more furious. He started shouting at amma. He told me to go to the street end and call the local barber. I was shocked to hear this but couldn’t dare to refuse appa; my amma started weeping profusely and was begging my appa not to. I went and brought the barber.

Appa told me to arrange a low stool and some water in backyard. Appa shouted at amma to go and sit on the stool, Amma went and sat on the stool but was weeping helplessly. The barber arranged his things and asked me to bring some blades for the razor. Appa told me to bring some blades from our shop. I brought the blades and gave it to the barber; he loaded none into the razor. The barber asked amma to open her bun but amma was still weeping. The barber then opened amma’s bun, her thick hair rolled down at once. He started wetting the hair and started massaging it. When the hair was fully wet he then took the razor and asked amma to hold still but she was weeping and shaking. The barber got irritated and asked me to hold her tight. I felt sad but deep inside I had had a fetish for her headshave which I couldn’t help but give in to, so I went and held her head firmly. The barber then bent amma’s head down and placed the razor at mid top of her head and started scraping slowly. A small bald patch appeared and her thick hair started falling down on the floor. I was feeling a sense of excitement inside. Slowly the front side of her head was fully bald, he then started shaving oneside of her head and her otherside of her head too. Amma looked like a temple priest with her front and sides of her head shaved and only back remaining.  Then he started at the back side of her head and shaved off to her nape. When the barber finished appa asked me to see if her head was fully smooth or not. I rolled my hand over her head and told the barber to shave again.the barber again massaged her head and shaved it completely again. Amma’s head looked round like a cueball. She looked quiet beautiful with her nosestud and her hoop ear rings and her bindi. There was a large pile of hair, the barber asked if he could take the hair and sell it as a wig. Appa told him to clear the pile and go, the barber was delighted to take the hair as he would make a fortune from the thick hair.

From then on amma took extra care while preparing food. So as not repeat this again. Her hair has grown back to its original length now. But I’m  secretly hoping to see her headshave  once more.

"Farewell Day" Gift

 am going to tell my first consensual experience of hair cutting, mainly head shaving of a girl. It was a time of my College completion, and it is the last week of our college life.

I have lot of friends, we enjoy a lot and I will share several things to my friends, but I never revealed my feeling for shaving a female head. At this situation, I got my college-mate who was staying at her friend?s room. One named Anita, was a close friend of mine, and she was the only friend who is a girl at my college life. Even then I didn?t let my feelings to her. She had a really long hair up to her waist, thickly grown and gloomy black in color it would be silky soft to touch. I would always like to touch her hair and I had done that a lot. She would be annoyed, but would never complain about it.

It was a Saturday night where it was the last day of our college life since our batch decided to make the Farewell day after finishing the exams. The next day all would be going to their native so the Farewell party was going on. All were enjoying with fun danced and had a great time. Then all went for the dinner. I and Anita, went to some corner place to eat. She kept some gifts with her. I asked ?For whom this is to??

She replied that ?For my room-mates? she said. ?I thought it is for mine? I replied.

?My God I forgot? she said sadly. I asked her, ?Then what for me??

?Please forgive me. Shall I buy some thing for you? I thought I could buy tomorrow something special! ?, She said. It seemed that she really forgot.

?I don?t want it now. Promise me when I ask, you should give me whatever I like.? She nodded. ?When are you starting to your native?? I asked her.

She said ?Next week?. So I planned to vacate both of our rooms and we stayed in my friend?s house. His parents were in abroad. He asked both of us to look after his house where he and his girl friend went for the trip. So we stayed in his house. It was 4 pm on that day. She was in her night ware. We spoke for some time. Then I asked her slowly. ?Anita, on that day I asked for the Farewell day gift do you remember??

?Yeah. So what do you want?? she asked. ?You should not scold me?? I played safe.

?Don?t hesitate you fool. Ask?..! ? I touched her hair and asked, ?Will you give me this completely for me as a farewell day gift ? ?

She never spoke a word. She seemed to be puzzled, but she started to laugh.

?Are you crazy? NO WAY!? ?You promised me? I said. After a long argument, she accepted. ?Now what are going to do going to cut it??

?Shave everything off ? I said mechanically. She was speechless saw me as seeing like something. ?All right you asked for the farewell day so go on!?

So the play started. I took her to the bathroom. Put a chair and made her to sit. I took a mug full of water and gently applied to her hair, slowly and steadily I wetted her hair completely. And I massaged her head till the rot of the hair till the tresses were wet.
She sat for sometime and asked me ?Will they do it as the same in the barber shop??
?Yeah are you interested or are you not willing?? ?I will leave you if you don?t like?
?No, No? hurriedly she said. ?Apparently I started to like it you know? She said excitedly.
First I started to wet the hair, combed it as the front part and the back. I took a pair of scissors and started to cut. Snip, Snip the sound came and I cut her hair to chin length through her temples bangs and nape area. Then took straight-edged razor and bowed her head to a little front and started to shave, She feel excited and her heart started to pounding where I could see from her breast. Inch by inch I started to shave her head revealed and thick locks of her hair fell through her face. I saw her fair scalp. The razor passed smoothly and steadily half of her head was shaved. Then I moved to the behind and finished the back. Then the sides of course! Then I passed my hand on her bare head. It was smooth than her silky hair. I was completely satisfied and I felt that something long waited was achieved.
Then I took shampoo and started to make lather and again I shaved the stray hair. Then we cleaned the room and ourselves. I took her in front of the mirror and showed her bald head ?See how beautiful you are? I said. She stared her head for a long time and to my surprise she kissed at my cheeks and told,
?Really you helped me a lot idiot! After all I was just thinking about. My mom asked me to tonsure my hair since she vowed, she gave me a lot of money to make some offering. But my roommates took that money without my knowledge and spent the whole, so I was helpless. I could not tell anyone that time but you came and made this to me. I could?ve told you before but I was afraid and thought that would?ve laughed at me. So I kept silent.
We both started to laugh at each other and the next day we started to our home town. One day, I heard from her that her mother was very much convinced.
Recently I saw her. Whenever we meet we would surely speak about that incident and she promised to shave her head again by me and we planned for another farewell gift

Offer for Money

 I am Chris from Chennai, I need to tell you my story. This happened when I am 20 years old. I was staying in my aunt's house where both my aunt and my uncle were office bugs. They leave home and I stay back for my evening college. I wouldn't mess up around because I felt that would make bad situation for my uncle's, but it ended one time when I went for a pilgrimage tour. I was pushed in a situation to see my elder sister to get her head shave as an offering at a temple. She got 1st mark in state level exam for which she prayed a lot and promised to offer her hair to God. I saw her head been shaven bald. From that scene I was not able to sleep normally and I got aroused often. So I decided to make something which would satisfy my feel. 

I returned to my aunt's house and told everything to my friend. He too got interested and we both planned to get some girl to makeover it. And we got really good. 

One day my aunt had appointed a house maid (a lady!) to look after the house work.  Her name was Shanti. She is of 25, unmarried, with good bust, dull complexion, and a very lengthy hair, with brownish shade. I was moved by it and nodded my head as with some intention.  I told my friend that we could make her use for our plan. Days passed, one after noon I asked her about her where about. It was not so interesting but she told that there are no one to look after her and she works on her own. It sounded safe to me. 

I asked her interest about her hair style. She said that she doesn't have interest about it. I asked her why she could have a shave. She suddenly didn't expect that and said she will tell later.  Before she left she told that she has idea about it. I told everything to my friend and he told she will accept if we pay her for it. 
We started planning for that one day my aunt& uncle went for official tour to Hyderabad and me and my friend grabbed some tools for our work. First I told her that we could make it on that day. She said if we pay she would accept to get herself shaved. So we paid her and I told her to come late after my aunt & uncle leave. Meanwhile my friend collected scissors, a straight-edged razor, etc. She came as I told her she dressed nicely.  My friend had arranged a web cam so that we could shoot it. I took her to the room where it was fixed. I asked her to sit on the chair and we both were bit nervous. I told to undo her hair and she did it. I took a comb and started to comb her hair.   My friend took a mug full of water and told me so spread it on her head. I took some and gently spread it so that it soaked full to the root and it wet all the hair. Again I started to comb it. I plaited it and took a heavy lock of the hair and hold it just above the root. My friend took a pair of scissors and started to cut it. We both took some and started to cut as we like. She looked both of us with some mood but we ignored it. I then took some water and shaving cream applied a thick lather, started to shave with a straight -edged razor. I first shaved her front and went to the right portion. The sound came like "tshck-tshck".  Inch by inch it severed the hair and heavy locks sprinkled down and almost her scalp was viewable. Even her scalp was dark and she told us to make it fast.  I then started to make the left portion so that the front side of her head looked completely bald. We friends both stared it and laughed for some time. Then my friend took his turn and made the back side so she looked completely bald and told that it was itching. So I took some after shave and massaged at her head. I asked her what will she tell if my aunt asks about it. She told that She informed earlier that some day she will go to a temple and was about to make hair offering. I know, after all she made offer to money.