Sister-In-Law

We are two brothers so we do not have any sister or girl in our house, in 1991 when my brother got married his wife come to our house as a new member she is 7 year older than me. She is very beautiful and has beautiful long waist length hair, since childhood I love to look her and specially her beautiful hair. When I grew older my fetish also grew and I start dreaming about my sister-in-law in shorter hairstyle. As I am very close to her I am freely talk with her on different topics. One day when I came back from my school I saw her in the kitchen as she was preparing the meal having her hair open showing her full glory and that was the first time I got the urge to have my hand on her hair, I came from behind and grab her hair softly, she got shocked but after seeing me she got relaxed. She asked me did I like her hair and I answered in affirmative, that was the first time I talked about her hair so openly I told her that I like her hair very much when she wrap it in a tight bun, when it is loose, when it is braided and when it is simply in a pony tail, but one thing which I did not mention on that day and hide it from her is that I like to see her in short hair and I want to cut her hair short. 

Since then when ever we met in free time I some how manage to bring her hair in our topic of discussion, one day I casually asked her that did she ever think of any restyling of her hair, she asked me what I meant by restyling? Now this is a tricky situation but I gather some courage and tell her that I mean a little short than it is now, what do you mean by short? She asked angrily, as her hair is waist length and very healthy I got scared and just manage to say that I mean a little short above your waist I mean 3 to 4 inch of hair cutting. She sighed and said that I love my hair as it is and even want to grow it longer than it is now. 

After that day I slowly manage to talk with her about different haircutting things and events such as mentioning TV actresses who cut their long hair short or even quite shorter without mentioning her own hair, she also comments on it that this style is looking good on that actress or it is not suiting, I also some time casually mention that this actress is looking similar to her and after cutting her hair short she would be more beautiful and seem a exact replica of her, but she has some nerves of steel as she is determined that she is not interested in cutting her hair for even an inch from its current position. 

Now this seems a challenging situation for me as days passes, I keep on trying and as it said try again and again and you may get success, I somehow able to sow a seed in her and she begin to think about bring some minor change in her hairstyle, which is not my target but as a beginning this seems to be okay for me. 

Initially she spoke but after sometime I feel that she got bored of this subject and trying to avoid it as I kept on insisting to change her style. 

One day when we are alone at home I again begin the topic; she got irritated and shouted at me, which is quite shocking for me, as she so soft spoken and loving to me. We stop talking to each other for many days, after sometime I went to her apologies and promise that I will never talk about her hair cutting any more. 

Day’s passes and my brother got a posting in Fareast and they are leaving for good, two days before their leaving I went to her and again apologies for our past conversations, she smiles and said that it’s ok. I sit with her not saying any thing but she understand that I want to say something, then she broke the silence and said say whatever you want freely without hesitation, I said that I don’t want to hurt her again but she says no problem she will not mind. I ask her that I have a request if she fulfill as she is leaving for a long time “What request? She asked, I said that I want to brush and measure her hair, she paused for a moment and then to my surprise she nodded her head and said do it now as nobody at home that time, I was so happy that I could not control my excitement, which also surprise her, I took a measurement tape and a brush and start brushing her beautiful hair, stroke after stroke and I was going on non-stop for at least half an hour then I realize that my brother is about to come home so I stop and took the measurement tape and measure her hair which was 30 inch from nape. She turn towards me and asked “Now are you happy?" I smiled and said that you know well than me whether I am happy or not, and what makes me originally happy. She laughs and said sorry I can’t give that at any cost which gives you real happiness, I said Never say Never as you never know what will happen in future, she said We will see……………. 

After Ten years  

Now its 2008, my brother and sister-in-law after spending ten years abroad are coming back, in all those years my fetish for hair has grown multifold, now apart from short hair I am also interested in shaved head girls, I visited several websites and register my self with them, made a you-tube account and download many videos having haircut and head shaving material. Nobody in my family know about my fetish, only my sister-in-law knows little that I have something towards her hair, but that was ten years back and in all those years I never spoke to her on this topic. 

Day come and they arrived back, I went to the airport to received them, my sister-in-law is now become more beautiful wearing sun glasses and a floral scarf to cover her head, I unintentionally look towards her head and having hair fetish experience feel that her hair is tied in a bun and seems to be bigger in size than its used to be ten years back. 

We went straight back to home and start talking about their journey and all those years, she was still wearing that scarf after sometime my cousin mention that she is still wearing the scarf then she realize and said “oh sorry I forgot to remove" when she remove the scarf her beautiful hair revealed and I was jaw struck to see that huge bun of her. When I was looking at her bun, she suddenly turn towards me, I immediately change my direction and hide my expressions from her. 

Now that she came back, my old desire to cut her hair, is again on the rise, but now I am no more a teenage boy and things are not that easy, after few days I came from the university and she was working in the kitchen and fortunately alone as well having her hair open to its full glory, now after so many days I for the first time saw her hair in full length which in all those years grew to her thighs, for some time I was speechless seeing those long beautiful hair of her and then as an action replay of yester years I came from behind and do the same thing as I did in my teenage grab her hair in my fist at her nape. Now again she got scared and turns immediately but after seeing me she got relaxed, “Oh you scared me; she said, and casually said “you still like my hair “. “I am speechless" I said you have taken good care of your hair in all those years. She smiles and thanks me. 

After few days we both are sitting together watching her favorite actress TV show, her favorite actress also has long hair of her current length, but what she didn’t know is that just recently she sporting a new hairdo, which would be quite shocking to her as well. My sister-in-law is very much following this actress and always copying her in her daily life as well. I conceal the fact from her that her favorite actress changes her hair quite dramatically. I also read the reason behind the sudden change which was due to some illness and not because she wanted to part ways with her trade mark hair, but after this happen she got quite rave reviews and she also like her new do “which is actually a half inch buzz cut" almost a bald look, people admire her courage and she said in her recent interview that she will continue with this look and regret that why she did not do it earlier. From here I got the idea of something which might work for me.  

I knew that in few days time her favorite actress will be coming live on telethon and my sister-in-law will be seeing it too, fortunately TV channel also promoting this telethon with her old shots showing her luxurious mane. On the day of telethon I deliberately skip home and spend time with my friend when I reach home it was quite late in the night and both my brother and sister-in-law were already in their room. 

Next morning I wake up late, I knew that my brother was already left for his job and my sister-in-law was alone. When I reach at dining table for my breakfast I saw my sister-in-law quite and deeply in some thought, suddenly she asked me" Did you see last night telethon? I pose that I did not see it and said “Sorry I didn’t, is there any thing special?" She just scream “You know She almost shave her head, my gosh from thigh length to almost NO HAIR". I said WHO? Can you please explain to me in detail and then she informed me that last night her favorite actress was on TV telethon and that she is sporting an almost bald look. Oh! I am very sorry to hear that, she is your idol and now it is very difficult for you to accept this, may be she has to do it because of some compulsion. NO she replied there seems to be no compulsion as she looks to be quite happy and you know what, I called her live in the telethon asking her feelings on this look and she said that she is quite satisfied, love this look and would continue to be in this look for the time being. I casually asked did she like her favorite actress in this almost bald look and would she like to follow her, she said I don’t know, definitely it’s look good on her but I don’t have the courage to follow her and secondly I love my hair this long, Our discussion ends there but gives me a glimmer of hope to complete my dream. 

Few days after this I was passing by my brother room when I heard my sister-in-law asking my brother “Darling! I want to ask one thing, if you don’t mind, my brother said yes and she said do you like me the way I am looking? Of course darling my brother replied, what if I made some changes in my appearance like change in hairstyle or clothing is it ok with you? Darling are you planning to do some changes? My brother inquired , Yes I am, but not sure, actually I am bored the way I am looking and need some changes, at the same time I am afraid of the change and also thinking what the family members are going to say, as you know that everybody admires my beauty and specially my long beautiful hair, everybody notice a minor change in me even if I combed my hair in side part instead of centre part, if you remember when we were in Singapore and I trimmed my hair a little bit even our neighbors were quite inquisitive that why I have trimmed my beautiful hair. Now this is quite embarrassing for me and secondly I also love my hair very LONG. Can you give me some suggestion? My brother replied that he never thought about it, and he suggest that she should visit some reputable beauty salon where some hair expert will definitely guide her how to do her hair in different up-do’s without parting with her long hair, but in the end he said one sentence which is very encouraging for me, he said darling I love you very much not because of your long hair or beauty but only because of you, your loving nature and your pure heart, I love to see you in long hair very much, but even if you become bald due to any reason my love for you will never go. 

From that day onwards I start my plan to bring my sister-in-law under the edge of clippers, but I have to do it in phases, as I do not want to reveal my secret to anyone. 

After their conversation my sister-in-law start looking for a reputable salon, she was asking to my cousins about it and to her surprise everybody was quite inquisitive why she was asking for salon and as she reveal that she need some change everybody was forcing her to change her decision even though she explain that she is not going for a drastic cut, everybody thinks that as soon she enter the salon they will not spare her and send her back with shorter hair. 

Now I am watching this situation closely and then I start my plan phase I, I bring several fashion magazine every alternate day having a makeover section. I cleverly choose those magazines which have very long to mid length makeover. I am not talking to her on her hair subject and putting those magazines just over my bed or side table opening the desired page. 

On the other hand due to discouragement from my cousins and other family members and their continuous insistence on keep her long hair intact as is it, my sister-in-law get annoyed and become somewhat stubborn, her usual friendly nature was some how go into shadow and her desire to have some change is getting stronger, I saw her several times looking my magazines and also standing in front of the mirror to see how she looks by keeping her hair at several lengths. 

In the meantime I also got a boost by an event in my family, one of my cousins also a long hair beauty, who lives in another city come to our house for family visit to meet my brother and sister-in-law, when she came we got a surprise specially my sister-in-law as my cousin chop off her long hair with a long bob cut, she is also an example of long hair in our family, what was more surprising is that from front it’s a long bob but from back she was sporting a buzzed nape. my sister-in-law asked her when she did it and why, she said that a few days back she spoke with her husband and after getting her approval she did it at last, although everybody was against it, even she was not sure about this cut but all she want a different look for a long time, she actually went to the salon for a mid back or shoulder length cut but stylist insist that this look great on her, initially it was shocking but now she is loving it specially the buzz nape, she also tell my sister-in-law that her husband is now more than close to her and he keep on brushing her nape. She also said that she might go for a shorter version next time. By seeing my sister-in-law huge bun she comment that My Gosh you are still holding this trophy on you head, I thought by spending several years abroad you might have already get away with this. My sister-in-law smiles and said that she okay with this but also said that she is also looking for a minor change. My cousin insists that she should go for a major change as minor change will not work. 

Now I start my plan phase II, one day after coming from university, I yelled oh its too hot to handle this summer, my sister-in-law was reading a magazine, she turn back towards me and said that its not that hot, I said I don’t know how you keep so cool in this weather specially with this sooo long hair. Some color just passed over her face; suddenly she asked me" what do you think about my hair". Well as you remember that in my teenage I use to talk a lot about your hair and you got angry so I don’t want to talk about it as I do not want to make you angry again. She smiles and said No I will not angry say what you want, I said that I like your long hair very much when I was a kid and still like it now when I am a grown up person, but I think you need some change then and you still need some change now as well. She said ok carry on I am listening what you have to suggest, now the time has come which indicate that the seed I sow several years back is now getting strength and if I lose this opportunity then I will never get it again. I firmly sit and said, “Look SIS you have long hair all these years, it’s become your identity, you become the Rapunzel of the family, but in the story Rapunzel also have to liberate herself from her hair to live a free life and get a different identity. Dear SIS in my opinion you should start from small amount of cutting and gradually go for the big change that is definitely require whether you like it or not. Also you should vacate this place for some other Rapunzel in the family. Don’t listen to other family members just listen what I am saying right now, you might don’t like initially but I must say that let the change begin from today or just right now, because it is now or never. 

By hearing all this she just stunned and looking at me with an expression less face, I gather the courage and took her in front of the long mirror in her room, bring out the brush and undone her huge bun from top of her head, all those glorious hair fell like an waterfall and reach to her knees. Now without saying a word I keep on brushing her long beautiful hair which I knew is last time I am seeing as from now on this length is going to be reducing, and keep on reducing, till my teenage wish fulfill.
I also bring out my digital camera and take some snap of her hair at its full length. Now I announce SIS feel this length for the last time as I am reducing it to waist length, for the first time she scream NO I don’t want a hair cut even an inch from my current length, now situation is quite tense for the first time, I have to act quickly, first I thought that I should cut it right away and did not listen to her, but sanity prevails and I drop the scissor and start calming her, She was shivering, as I mention I don’t want anyone to know my real identity, so I said to her its ok SIS I am not doing anything, take your time, think over it again and then decide.
Two weeks past after that incident, I was looking for another opportunity, which come to me very quickly, it was Monday afternoon when I came back home SIS was drying her hair after taking bath and as always happen to long hair ladies after bath their hair got tangles, SIS also forcing her comb into her hair to clear the tangles, she seems to be frustrating, murmuring that what the hell is this, as I again enter her room quietly and sat besides her, she feels that someone is in the room she turns and saw me, she smiles OH its you I forget that you are coming home from University, since last one hour I was trying to straighten my hair but I don’t know what happen today, it did not sorting out easily, what she did not know is that I have tampered with her shampoo today, which is the main reason for this mess. She inform me that today lunch is not prepared because of this hair affair, so go out and bring some lunch for both of us. I went out and bring pizzas for lunch, as I knew that she is fond of pizza. When I came back she was still fighting with her hair, I said a little angrily that SIS what the hell is going on and for how long she will continue with her hair, She got shied and put the comb aside and rap her hair in a huge bun, another mistake as it will more dried her hair, we ate together and during this I again start the topic of her hair, SIS; I said, as your hair grew longer your problems will also grow, did you consider what I said sometimes back, she did not reply and quietly leave the room.
In the night I again went pass my brother room to listen what they are discussing, I heard my brother voice and for the first time in so many days I feel an angry tone in my brother’s voice, he was telling SIS that she is spending so much time on her hair and that she must consider some way out to balance the situation, things are going my way slowly but gradually.
After two days I again saw her putting oil in her hair to clear the tangles which are not straightening easily, I went to her and tell her SIS I think you need some repair work to clear out of this, she angrily asked what is the solution I politically replied that instead of deciding ourselves let go to an expert and see what she suggest.
We went to a reputable salon at least what I said to her, although its reputation is in drastic haircutting or rather extreme haircutting, I have a friend working there and I told her about the whole scene, that shampoo was also tempered by her. So we went there after examining her hair she called her supervisor to have an expert view, she was also briefed about the whole scene, so after some time she said dear Madam you have extra ordinary hair but due to some chemical issue your hair is damaged although not fully but unfortunately we have to reduce some length to save your lovely hair, now realizing the situation she said in very low voice is there some other remedy instead of reducing her hair length, I am sorry madam but we have to do it otherwise it will damage more like a disease (actually it is a pure big lie, as no such big damage was done and it can easily be rectify by reducing the length by only 2 inches but it did not serve my purpose), SIS said sadly how much do you have to cut to rectify this damage, after posing for few minutes supervisor replied I think 12 inches at least,  we can go for more if you agree now or later. 12 inches!!! She yelled No No it is too much, do something else, Sorry madam we cant do anything, you can take other opinion if you want we have no issue, we are not hair hungry people we are here to give better solution to our customers.
Now SIS was thinking, I have to act quickly otherwise whole scene would go wasted, I said no no madam we have trust on you what you are saying is only for our benefit, come on SIS they are not cutting that much and its only 12 inch hair which will grow back very quickly.  Come on madam do it quickly otherwise it may spread more to damage more.
They quickly sat her on the chair caped her and pulled her hair behind the chair which due to its length reach the floor and lying there, now the supervisor look towards me as what I want  right I said removed 15 inches without making any noise. She nodded and the lovely sound of scissors drumming on my ears, she quickly removed 15 inches of hair and asked do I want is I said YES, packed it for me.
Now SIS hair hung just above chair base, when she standup her hair reaches below her hip, it is still very long but the journey begins…………
She was weeping, I console her that it’s only hair SIS don’t worry, when she was about to leave the chair, the supervisor said from behind, Madam wait a minute as this seems to be your first major haircut in years or may be in life, I give your hair some small touches so it will look a little different, and she again sat her in the chair, she was about start protesting but supervisor take some hair and start cutting from front at jaw level, then at lip level and then at eye level, now SIS face is changing getting a glamour look. She removed the cape and said look at yourself madam in mirror, you look different and you can feel it yourself. SIS leave the chair and when we are leaving the salon, supervisor said do come again madam, we will be at your service anytime even at your doorstep. 
Thanks for the gesture I said, we will come back again for another cut, hearing this SIS look at me angrily, I quickly said I mean we will never come back again and winked……… Now SIS wow that this the first and last time she is visiting a salon, I again  said Never say Never SIS as you never know what will happen in future, she said We will see….
When we reach home in the evening, I said SIS you look very attractive and BRO will be flattered, SIS quickly ran into her room, when my brother came back at night SIS came out with light make up, dressed beautifully with her hair open, BRO was dumb found, I quickly came out of the house, giving them some moments of love.
At night again I went pass their room to know what they are talking, BRO was praising her new redesign hair and also appreciate that SIS reduces some length, SIS replied that all has been done due to compulsion as she has no other choice and tell him that she will again re-growing her hair to get back its original length. Now this is a real challenge for me to stop her from going back to its original length.
After one week I went to her and said hello SIS what’s going on, how is your hair, she says nothing and that her hair is fine and she thinks that her hair grow a half inch in one week, so 12 inch will grow back in six month’s time.
Again an idea struck me I said that okay let’s have a bet if your hair grow 6 inch in next four months I will support your hair growth and never forced you to cut your hair again and what if it does not happen she asked, then you have to remove another 12 inches plus whatever grow in next four months from current length. Our bet will continue whenever you win it will stop and we will never indulge in haircutting anymore.
As she is stubborn she accepts my challenge, which I have to win at any cost.
When SIS attends family function after her haircut everybody was very annoyed and SIS all the time explaining that she has to do it because of some chemical issue and that she is now re-growing her hair.
Time went by and four months was about to complete, I saw her one day measuring her hair and have some tension on her face. I assume that I am winning the bet and she will going to lose another 12 inches which will bring her hair above her waist for the first time in so many years. I am closing on my target.
When four months complete I remind her that time has come and kindly measure the hair so we can know who the winner is.
She quietly takeout the measurement tape and handed over to me, I measure the hair and to my pleasure it only grew 5.5 inches so now she is going to loose 17.5 inches but in reality she will loose 20 inches, as I have again change my plan.
Now SIS is looking at me for some pardon or relief, I said please don’t look at me like that, a bet is a bet, it was your own hair which ditch you if you would have won I will definitely support you and never ask for a haircut or even talk about it.
After hearing all this SIS again bring one issue that what will your BRO said, I said it means now you are not bothered about family members and other people, that’s a good sign, I said last time BRO was flattered, this time too he will be speechless, if you allow we can go even further and have a complete makeover of you, SIS flatly refused the suggestion and said I will see what to tell to your BRO, I said OK this time instead of going to the salon why not call them at home, so we can be more comfortable. She resigns to her fate and said OK.
I called the salon and ask the supervisor the come home as SIS want some repair work again. Supervisor came in the afternoon and said I told you we are at your service anytime, now what we are doing, I said SIS want to reduce some length and she decided to go above her shoulder, SIS angrily saw me, sorry above her waist I said.
Supervisor caped her in the kitchen and took out measurement tape I pointed at 20 inches, her eyes widened that’s too much, I said its OK she agrees to 17.5 and I agree on 20 not a big deal. Again the beautiful sound of scissors come to my ears and 20 inches of lovely hair fell to the floor, she picked it for me, and then as on previous occasion she redesign her hair.
Now SIS quietly came out of chair, went to her room and closed it. When BRO came in the evening he again speechless but this he politely said that I thought your last hair cut was the only one In coming days. SIS says that my hair is thinning from the base so I have to do it again, I hope next time I won’t need a haircut.
Next day I remind her that our bet has been restart and this time stakes are high, SIS said what you mean by high stakes, I said this time target is 6 inches in three months and if you do not succeed you have to remove 18 inches plus whatever grows in three months. SIS said that terms are harsh and she is not accepting it, I said in that case you have to pay the penalty immediately and that will also be in shape of hair, SIS said and what was it I said you have to cut your hair according to my wish and you have to sport that style for at least six months. I said in first condition you have a fair margin of success but in penalty you have no say at all, think over it SIS and tell me tomorrow.
Next day I went to her and said SIS what is your final answer, SIS said I go for the first one. I said that’s the better choice, wish you all the best.
Now SIS is trying very hard to grow her hair 6 inches in three months, I am also giving her a fair chance, but to my pleasure, again I got what I want as I waited so long for this day, we again met after three months to measure her hair and again it was short by half an inch.
She suddenly broke as she knew that this time it will be cut to her shoulder and now It will be impossible for her to go back from here to its once glory.
I call again to the salon and ask the supervisor to come and make repair work, she came and asked what about this time? I said 25 inches which will bring her hair to above her shoulders. She quickly removes the bulk and SIS is all but a long bob lady. Supervisor was about to leave but this time SIS still sitting in the chair and suddenly asked her can you do me a favor as now I am already loose my hair can you reshape the hair a little shorter, how much shorter supervisor asked I don’t know but now I want a new me, sometime back my cousin sporting a long bob with buzzed nape I think I should go for that style, at this moment I interrupted her and quickly said I think SIS want to go all the way so please take out the clipper with half inch cap and move across her head, before SIS could say anything Supervisor did the same thing which I told her, and now once my very long hair Rapunzel SIS is now almost a bald head SIS. She moved her hand over her head and feels it for the first time, she smiles and said although I did not want this I LOVE IT and this will be my new identity, after this SIS said to me that I think I give you real happiness what you want several years ago.
When BRO came in the night he did not recognize her and his first reaction was anger and he did not talk to her for sometime, but later he begin to like it, as for family members it was so shocking that initially they boycott our family but slowly they also like it and some of my cousins also follow the same cut.
As for me SIS complete my dream of bringing her long hair to the edge of clippers. SIS sport that look for many months and then she made it the ultimate that is the razor edge shave. After that SIS again tried several times to grow her hair but as she taste the baldness it is very difficult for her to grow it out and every time SIS went from pixie to buzz or shave.
Now after 2 years SIS is again trying to grow her hair for the past 6 months without cutting, at present her hair reaches her shoulders, SIS is determined that this time she will make it, she vow that her visit to salon 6 months back was her last and she will never visit it again for a haircut, but as I said Never say Never SIS as you never know what will happen in future.

head shave story - Long hair shaved

Hi I am Subha married since two years since then leading a happy and cheerful married life. I and my husband were planning to get our heads shaved after the marriage. Today our head shave fantasy has come true.
The journey towards our Dream . . . . 

We have planned and booked tickets for our journey, lodging and Temple Dasrshan prior visiting Tirumala Temple tirupati. We have traveled through flight from Hyderabad and reached Tirumala  by 9.00 am on 16/1/13 and got refreshed and went for Dolotsavam and got returned to room around 5.00 pm and decided to get our heads shaved the next day and so we slept early to raise early to fulfill our fantasies. We woke at around 4.10am and we have decided at the last moment that i will get shaved today and he will be doing it tomorrow. I took a long head bath with shampoo and shikakai as this is the last time i will be doing it for my long hair. After that just towel dried to remove the droplets from the hair. I also gave nice beats to my hair to and fro. That sound chit chit chit when i beat my hair was astonishing and I hope its the last time I get that sounds. 

I wore a blue sari and went for Kalyanakatta located at Sundaramoorthy guest house as it is early hours there were a few to offer their hair to god so we took a ticket went in with two sharp new blades which we purchased earlier and found that I will be the next to offer the hair and i watched a very fair girl around 18 years before me getting her head shaved and i eagerly waited for my turn to come. My Husband stood beside me and we chatted until the girls head shave is completed. 

At last after Ten minutes it got completed and the barber asked me to sit down and he asked whether i will go for three cuts or for head shave? I handed him the token and the blades along with the blades i have purchased early. He took it and changed the blade in his razor. He then begun wetting my hair with water and he did it for two minutes to get my head soak with water where i felt like heaven and then he messaged with cream and savlon which i gave him. I requested him not to part my hair while shaving to enjoy my hair falling in strands rather at bunch. He accepted my request and he took the razor blades to shave my head I was thinking in the mind that this might be the last time i will be having my long hair and felt excited about my new look after the shave as i haven't shaved since my childhood. He took the razor and started shaving my backside as soon as the razor touched my head during the first time i felt a cold chillness and the scrape scrape sound i loved it. He slowly turned my head to facilitate the shave and i have submitted it to him within a minute or so my left back is without hair and I can feel the strands falling onto my back and my head is getting lighter and lighter with every stroke. Then he finished shaving my right back within a minute. Within two minutes my back is completely bald. Then he started shaving my front side the strands have started falling onto my lap and the way he is turning my head to facilitate the process and the movements of the razor on my head I felt funny. He then reached my fore head and beside & beneath the ear to remove the remaining hair and the only hair left on my head is on the front left side and felt very funny imagining me in my mind. He then removed my remaining hair with the same mastery and it got completed with in seven minutes. My husband has requested him to reverse shave to get the head smooth and to remove any left over. He then washed my head with some hot water and the feel of hand on a bald held felt cold and i enjoyed the feeling. He changed blades once again and he started shaving my bald head in reverse direction to make it smooth. The razor felt cold on my bald head and the sound makes me excited and I anticipated my look after the shave is complete. Within four or five minutes my head shave is complete and I own a shining and smooth bald head. We have reached the room and I have requested my husband to shave me once again using foam and mach5 which he did and afterwards i took bath and the rush of cold and hot water on my head made me feel wonderful. I have decided to take photographs with my bald head wearing my favorite yellow sari and big ear rings and we have spent the whole evening dedicated to the task. After returning I have applied sandal paste on my bald head to cool it. During the night we have fluid exchange and my husband enjoyed my bald head even better than me.
During the morning its time for my husband to become bald and we went again to the same place and to the same barber and his head shave is completed within seven minutes. We came to room and i shave him once again with mach5 and foam. The feeling of shaving others head is also joyful and then we took bath and went to perform Kalyanotsavam and collected prasamam and vastram and went back to room after 5.00pm. We then decided to stay for two more days so we have changed the room and stayed for two more days enjoying the scenic beauty of Tirumala.
Saturday we have reached Hyderabad and people got stunned to look at me having bald head. Some of them embraced me by touching my bald head and i felt good about it and said that bald look made me look even more beautiful.
I have other fantasies to be fulfilled like military cut, cruse cut, mushroom cut and Mohawk which we will try this whole year and then in between cuts i will go for head shave thrice a week for two weeks and I am so excited and I look forward to it to make my dream come true once again.

Head shave story at Tirupathi temple

Hi this is Revathi and ya its me. I want share my hair shave experience. My family have 5 members(me,mom.dad and a younger brother).we are already booked the train ticket to travel to tirupathi temple for a shave and worship. Sunday morning we are reached thirupathi at 6o clock.and we have rest few more min.my dad called my mom shall we moved to kalyanakatta, then my mom call me.you bought some flowers. 

Then we are went to kalyanakatta there was very rush. My dad take 4 tickets with blades. 2 of the same no and 2 token is different then mom told my dad me ,revathi,raj we are going one side.you and kumar take that token my dad said ok.we are waiting in a queue. That line only 7 members in a queue.i am the 4th person first one old lady then my brother and then my mom next me,the barber already told the hs person wet the hair so we are wet the hair. First my brother go and sit infront of the barber and already handover the ticket and blade.Then the barber change the blade and shave my raj head with in 5 min he was bald.Then my brother getup then my mom sit infront of the barber my mom have very tick hair and also very long same to me.the barber bend my mom head my mom remove the flowers he take the knife to mom head with the sound shrrrrr... Shrrrrrrrrrrrrrr the hairs down on the cross leg. With in 5 min totally over my mom also bald and she is very cute in bald head. Then she getup and then me turn i sat infront of the barber then gave the token and blade then i removed my band and flowers . He changed the blade. Then stared the head shave my hair fall down my cross leg. Totally completed he told ok madam u getup and we are moved to bath and applied sandal in our head my dad and bro joined with us. Then we are going to swamy dharisanam after that monday evening we are comeback.

Vidya's Vow

It was a new experience. Here is the way it happenned. I went there with two of my friends & my cousin. We went to into the cottege first. Took some rest. My cousin thought it may take a long time (Even a day) in the queue for darshan. As one of my friends has reservation next day to hyd, We thought of doing soon. My cousin went out to get some snaks for us. We were a little nervous. It was alright till my cousin told us about the darshan. But as soon as we decided to do it soon, Face feelings were changed for all of us. So we were discussing on who does it first because of the nervousness. Finally my cousin came in. We had the snaks & went into the queue. When I was in the queue my cousin told me he also is going for headshave.

So we thought of seeing him first & then decide who does it first. It was just 1 hr in the queue. My cousin bought 4 tickets & we went into the hall. We saw one girl getting the shave. When we saw,the shave was almost at the end. That was the first time we saw a fresh bald girl. We all went to the same barber. There were two boys before us. While they were getting shaved we decided I should go after my cousin. First my cousin sat for the headshave. We all were watching him. The barber did wet his hair & shaved him in 2 minutes. He stood up & gave some money to him & told him it is for all of us. After him, Barber asked me if I & my friends are going for the tonsure. I said yes. As I was in plait, The barber asked my friend to go first becuase her hair was in a ponytail. So she sat first. She untied her pony tail & gave me the rubberband. The barber asked me & my friend to release the plaits. while releasing the plait, we saw my friend's shave. Barber did wet her hair for a minute. Then parted it into middle & made two knots on each side. My cousin gave him all the blades & the barber started the shave by keeping the razor on the back of my friend's head. He shaved her hair on the back first. It was fun to see my friend's scalp. Then he shaved the front side. Then the right side by bending the head towards left & then the left side. Then he saw some leftover hair near ears & neck. He then shaved it clean. He touched her head & did the whole shave again on her shaved head. It was done & she got up. She had a nervous smile & we felt her shaved head.

Then I sat before him. As I had knee length hair, My hair was lying on the floor. He changed his blade. He said I have very long & thick hair. He parted my hair in the middle & made it into two halfs. He said my hair is too thick & told me he will cut a liitle hair on the back first. He asked my friend to lift up a little portion of my hair on the back. Then he stood up & did cut the piece of hair my friend was holding. He then sat & did wet the hair a lot. He took a lot of time wetting my hair. He said he joined there recently & didn't shave this thick hair till now. He did part it again in the middle & made two knots on each side. He kept the knotted parts on my lap because they were touching the ground. He then bent my head & kept razor on the top & shaved it towards the neck. I just closed my eyes & was praying God. I started feeling a little sad but I convinced myself soon.

After a while, Barber asked me to bend my head towards left. He started shaving the right part of my head. After a while, I was asked to to bend the head towards left. After some time, he touched my head at various places & shaved it again. Then he said it was all done. I did open my eyes & all my hair was on my lap. The barber took it out of my lap & said again my hair was very beautiful & he said I will get hair on my head very soon. I just smiled & Thanked God for fulfilling my request. I then stood up & felt my head. It was different. My friends also felt my head. After that my other friend sat before the barber. He did wet her hair, parted it into middle & made it into two knots & did the shave in the same way as he did it for my other friend. After it is done she stood up & we all went to cottege. We took bathe. It was the first time I could finish my head bath fast. After the bath we made some fun of our new looks. After that we went for darshan. For some reason I was very very very happy when I was reaching the temple. I thanked God again & enjoyed his beautiful statue. The darshan was only for a minute. It was not sufficient. After the darshan we went back to cottege. We had dinner in a restaurant. We came back to cottege & slept. As there was no rush in the moring, We had darshan again next morning & left to tirupati. We had some fun time in tirupati at my friend's house. Had lunch there & went to railway station to give send off to my friends. They left to hyderabad & we came back.

Now I am in my grand parents village. Got used to the bald head & actually got a little hair on my head.

radha

I came to this dream city of Mumbai about two years back. My father is rich and he decided that I should get the best of education here. So he bought a flat in an apartment so as to have complete peace for me to study. He also bought a computer for me and there this story started to happen. I spent all my free time in surfing the sites showing female head shaving and shagging vigorously. Somewhere in my mind I had a feeling that whatever was happening with me (about being so crazy about this fetish was abnormal) and I started to be aloof from the other students of my college.

There was another apartment in front of mine. The window facing my bedroom belonged to a very beautiful 18 years old girl. She had extremely beautiful hair, very thick, straight, reaching up to her waist. It was a delight for any head shaving fetishist to dream about chopping them off and running straight edge razor on that skull. So it goes without saying that she was the main character in my dreams whenever I masturbated.
Somehow I got a feeling that this girl was a bit irritated, since whenever she found me looking at her while she was combing her hair, she came to the window and shut it with such a force as if she was banging her fist on my face.

On last Sunday, I was watching a movie on some English channel. It was interesting. A kid of about 10 years of age had such a tremendous willpower that he could move a steel cupboard from one place to another just by sitting at one place, concentrating and giving command to that cupboard to move. He also helped the army with his power of concentration in that movie.

I got an idea.

I was sitting in the window in the same afternoon waiting for the girl to open her window since it was her usual time to come home and sit in front of her dressing table to comb her beautiful hair. She came, opened the window, saw me sitting there, showed her anger on her face and she was about to bang the window shutters on my face, and it happened. I was concentrating intensely on her and giving her command that “You must not close the window when you notice me watching you.” I kept repeating this command in my mind, staring at her face. And it worked!! She held her hand on the shutter for a while, thought for a while, and moved back to her dressing table keeping her window open. My God!! I could not believe it. She actually responded to my command.

Now it was the time for me to act. Next day I was standing at the corner of road approaching our apartment. This was the time when she used to come home from her school. I was giving her command that she must stop here and talk to me. Concentrating hard, I kept repeating this command in my mind. There she came, looked at me and actually stopped near me.

“Hi” she uttered. “My name is Radha. I stay in the apartment next to you.”

“Yeah…Yes Yes Of course I know it. I saw you many times from my window. My name is Atul! Nice meeting you”

“What do you do? I mean I saw you going out with lots of books”

“Yeah I study here in the ABC institute of hair dressing” I planted first seed of my master plan. Actually I studied in the engineering college and had nothing to do with hairdressing institute.

“Wow!” her eyes were wide with surprise! “I didn’t know that there is a hair dresser next to my apartment.”

I noticed the praise in her voice. “Actually I had very recently taken admission in this institute. It will take about three years for me to be a professional hair dresser.” I safeguarded my position by this statement.

“How much have you learnt so far about hairdressing? .. Oh I am so sorry… I am being very curious about your studies”

“It’s absolutely alright with me. Actually being new to this city I do not have many friends here. It is so nice of you to talk to me.” I was approaching towards my goal very slowly and steadily. And it worked. She immediately said…

“Why don’t we go to my home and talk there?” and we started walking towards her apartment. She is very beautiful. All these days I was watching her from my window and now from so near. She looked stunning. About 5feet 5 inches height, brown and very expressive eyes, her lips inviting me to take them in mouth and the best part was hair. It was like silk… so smooth and shining, I was controlling my urge to fondle them, stroke them. I was looking at her… fully mesmerized.

“Hey Atul, What’s wrong? Are you OK?” She woke me up from my trance.

We settled down in her living room. Now the next plan… She went inside to bring some tea for me. And I started concentrating on my mission. I was giving her command “Ask me to cut your hair” I kept repeating it in my mind with full intensity till she came and continued it even after she entered the room. I kept staring in her eyes and continued giving her my command.

“Do you have all the haircutting equipment with you?” She asked me. It was working! And it was working really fine!!

“Well! Not all of them, but I have the basic equipment.”

“Such as?” She asked with little more curiosity.

“Such as ….” I got an idea “Why don’t you just drop in to my flat and have a look at it yourself?”.

“SAY YES … SAY YESS…” my mind started giving her command with urgency.

She was thinking. I didn’t want to give her time to rethink about it and said “Come on.. Lets go right away..”

“SAY YES … SAY YESS” Commands continued with more force.

“O K Lets go.. but I will have to come back soon because I have to do lot of homework today.” She said. “Let me change my uniform. I will be back in a minute.” She went inside to change.

Actually I had only one hair cutting equipment with me and that was a straight edge razor. I had bought it after I saw a couple of clips on the net and wanted to learn the technique to handle it. Every time I held it in my hands and tried to imitate the barber in the video clip, I got solid hard on. I didn’t know how I was going to react in front of Riya when I show it to her.

She came out of her room. I could not keep my eyes away from her. She was looking so cute and sexy in the outfit she was wearing; she had worn blouse of very light shade of pink on denim skirt. She had kept her pentene hair loose with parting at her right side. It seems she had never cut her bangs. I controlled my urge of going near her and stroking them. “Come on… lets go…” She said.

I took her straight to my room where I had kept my computer. I offered her some snacks which my mother had sent from my place. The idea was to prolong her stay in my room and let her have a look at some of the books lying on my table having nice pictures of bald ladies. And it worked. By the time I came back from the kitchen she had a book in her hand and the page she was looking at was of the pictures of head shaving of a beautiful girl. She kept the book hurriedly when she saw me coming in.

“So? What all equipment do you have?” she asked me.

“As I said, I have not yet bought the complete set of equipment but my friend gave me this as a gift when I left my town.” I removed the straight edge razor from my drawer and handed it over to her.

“What is this?”

“This is called ‘Ustra’ – I mean the straight edge razor in English. Why? Have you not seen it before?” I asked.

“No. Not really. How does it work?”

“It is used for shaving, Beard and Head shaving in particular.”

She was inspecting the razor rather curiously. “How do you use it?” She asked me suddenly.

My situation was rather critical. A straight edge razor in the hands of a beautiful girl and she is asking me how is it used. Bulge in my jeans was evident of my mental state.

“It … It is used … I mean …” Stammering and stammering. For a moment I thought that I was going to loose the battle. Immediately I got myself composed and said …

“Do you want to see its use on a video?”

“Do you have a video of it?”

“Yes of course I have got a few clips in my computer” and without listening to whether she was interested or not I just switched on the computer. And the next moment a clip was being played on my computer showing a head shave of a young and beautiful girl.

“Oh My God!!! How can she do that? Such a beautiful hair! My goodness all of it is going… Shit… What’s wrong with this girl…. Oh my God … OH My God…”

She went on giving remarks without blinking her eyelid. Suddenly I noticed that her hand was caressing her hair … she was feeling her skull by finger combing her hair. And the clip ended as suddenly as it started.

“That’s all?” I didn’t understand exact intentions of her question, though I replied her in my own way.

“I have got quite a few. Do you want to see them?”

“NO …NO… its all right now.”

“Have you not seen any bald girl before?” I asked her

“Of course I saw. A friend of mine had shaved her head in the Temple. Do you know? I read in the newspaper that two of the Xavier Girls had also shaved their hair last month.”

“Then why were you so surprised to see the clip?”

“Reading in the news paper and actually watching it is very different dear” She said with little more intimacy.

“And doing it on you will be much more different isn’t it?”

“What?”

“Just a second, I will keep these plates in the kitchen and join you.” I left the room but before going I played another head shaving clip on the computer.

Now was the time, I had to hit the Jackpot. It was like now or never. I went inside the kitchen, composed myself, took a few deep breaths and then concentrated. I started giving her commands now. “You will ask me to shave your head now.”

I picked a jar full of water with me and entered the room. She was engrossed in watching the shaving on computer screen. I settled myself besides her. I don’t know whether she noticed me sitting next to her. The next move was quite risky. I extended my hand and started stroking her hair.

She was shocked and immediately gave me a look. I couldn’t understand the meaning since that look was so blank. It was my turn now to react immediately.
“You have beautiful hair. Haven’t you ever cut it short?” I didn’t stop stroking and fondling her hair.

“Actually, I thought of it many times but my mom gets wild with the thought of me cutting my hair. She thinks I look better with long hair.”

“Aren’t you big enough to decide what suits you better?” I asked her, now feeling her skull through my fingers. Her juicy lips were so near my mouth that I had to use all my concentration power for not diverting from main motto. “Do you want me to give it a try on your hair?”

“Wh… What do you want to do?” she asked me with lots of stammer.

“Whatever you say… I don’t mind using all my skills to make you a beautiful bald girl. You know something? You have such a good shape of head that it will look so beautiful without hair. Trust me.”

My touches on her head through her hair were giving thrilling sensations to her. She was shivering. Her lips were trembling. I was seeing complete surrender in her eyes. “What will I tell my mother? She will be mad with me …?”

“Just tell her that some stupid kid spat a chewing gum on your head and you had no option than shaving it all off.”

She closed her eye tight. All her muscles were stretched. I could feel the tension all over her body. I slowly lifted her face and planted a very soft kiss on her lips. She immediately hugged me tight, rested her head on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her hair. That was making me all the more wild. My left hand was on back of her head. I stroked her hair roughly.

“Listen Riya, one should experience the thrill and madness sometimes. It is really healthy. I feel this is our age to experience it. Are we going to do this madness when we are grown up enough and married and have kids? I feel this is the right time to have this experience.”

“Can I … Can I think little more about it? Will you give me some time to think about it?”

“Then you won’t do it ever in your life because one gets such a wild urge only once in lifetime.”

She was quiet for some time. Her trembling also subsided to some extent. She looked in to my eyes and said “Let’s do it”.

Whew!! I told myself not to bother about the huge bulge being seen from my jeans. I also told myself to neglect the rock hard nipples of Riya seen from her transparent blouse and concentrate completely on the task. I took the jar of water and settled myself in front of her. “Where do you want me to begin Riya?” I asked her softly.

She was stroking her hair and feeling her head full of hair for the last time. She didn’t even receive my question. “Ummm?” she asked me.

“Shall we start?” She nodded slowly and affirmatively on my question.

I took the comb from table and combed her silky soft hair for the last time. She too was enjoying it. I didn’t want to wet all her hair and shave it in the traditional manner. She had her natural parting in right side of her head. So I decided to start from her right side. I took a small portion of her hair from right side and combed back rest of her hair to her left side. Then I took water from the jar and put it at the roots of the part of hair I was holding in my left hand. Riya shrunk her shoulder with the touch of water on her head and closed her eyes. The sensual expressions on her face were making me crazy. I took the straight edge razor and placed it on her parting. I made my first pass of razor with very soft hand. About an inch of her head was bald with my first stroke. I realized that Riya had stretched all her body with this first pass. I took her hand in my right hand and placed her fingers on the smooth part of her head from where her hair was shaved. She immediately released her body with another shrunk of her shoulders. I realized that she had an orgasm.

She looked at me with a smile. I made another pass at the part of her head where I had made her hair wet. Front of her right side of head was bald now. Then I took another portion of hair from the back side of her right. This time I had to pour little more quantity of water because her hair was really thick. I massaged the roots of her head where I had poured water. Riya closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage. I took the razor in my hands and told Riya “Open your eyes Riya, I am going to make you bald at the back side of your head. Enjoy.” She smiled at me and bowed down her head with the soft touch of my hand. I took the bunch of hair of that part and asked her to hold it in her hand and then started making the razor strokes. Just in a couple of minutes her hair was free from her head and it was resting in her hand. Riya came to know that she was bald at that place. She slowly lifted another hand and stroked the shaven part of her head. This time her smile to me was wider than before. Half of her head was bald now.

“Do you want to see yourself in the mirror Riya?” I asked her.

“No! I will see the final look.” I saw the urgency of getting it finished faster in her voice. So without wasting any more time I parted the remaining back side with comb and started wetting it with ample of water. Riya had closed her eyes and was enjoying every bit of it. I bowed down her head. All the hair from front side of her head made a beautiful curtain in front of her eye. She lifted her left hand and tried to tug it behind her ear unsuccessfully. I took the razor and started scrapping her hair from her skull. I was in such a condition that I would discharge any time. I had to take lot of efforts to control myself. It was over. Her head was clean from the three sides.

Now the final part and most interesting part of this mission had remained. All the hair from left of her forehead was hanging in front of her as well as me, as if the wall between her and me. I lifted her chin with my left hand, moved the curtain of hair from her face a bit with my right hand, bowed down and took her lips in my mouth. I was French kissing her. She closed her eyes and responded to me by putting her hands around my neck.

After a while I was ready with her wet hair on her forehead.

“Are we ready for the final touch Riya?” She nodded her head and closed her eyes with anticipation. “I want you to keep your eyes open this time.” I said.

“Just notice the process of hair raining in your lap. You will enjoy it.” She smiled and nodded affirmatively. I took my razor and started shaving from her crown to forehead. Riya enjoyed every second of it as her hair started falling in her lap. She shrunk her shoulders once again. Now I was sure that she had another wild orgasm this time.

It was getting more and more difficult for me hold my nerves and control my orgasm. As soon as the final strand of Riya’s hair fell in her lap I jumped and discharged heavily in my jeans only. What a wild orgasm was that. I was Cumming and Cumming for ages.

I woke up from the sleep with loud alarm I had set. Oh My God! What a dream!! I wish it comes true some day. I got up from the bed because it was the time of her opening the window. I had to change my jeans and bed sheet which was smelling badly because of my cum spread all over it.

There she was, standing in the window. She noticed me watching her and banged her window on my face – as usual.

Till recently I was not even aware of such a thingcalled haircut fetish. I am Shweta, a 19 year old girlborn and brought up in Bombay. I fell in love withthis guy called Rahul and got married to him as soonas he got his first job as a site engineer atBangalore. Rahul is rowdy, rough and veryshort-tempered person. I remember he had fractured ahand of one of the road side romeos when he tried toact smart with me. But he is so soft with me,particularly at the most tender moments of ourtogetherness, that I cant believe he is the sameperson.

After first few days of our marriage Rahul got totally engrossed in his work. He started coming very late from his work, some times even at the midnight. But after coming home he compensated for all those missing hours. He made love to me till I begged him to stop. It was the daytime, which used to bother me. I tried all the pass time hobbies but got bored with them quickly. And then I found a friend, staying next to our building. Her name is Radhika, a final year school student having a morning shift in the school. We got friendly fairly quickly may be because there is a very less difference in our age. She spent almost all her afternoons with me. Sometimes I helped her in her studies and sometimes she helped me in my household work.

All was going well till about a fortnight back. It wasa Friday and Radhika didn?t turn up till midafternoon. I just tried to check what was she doingand found that their door was locked. It remainedlocked for three consecutive days. Something urgentmust have come up. Otherwise Radhika wouldn?t havegone without informing me.

It was a Monday morning. Last night myself and Rahul,we went for a late night movie and the lovemakingsession after coming back home prolonged quite a bit.So Rahul decided to take a day off, in fact a verymuch-needed break for him. I had just got up from thebed. Rahul was still dozing in a fully exhaustedstate. The doorbell rang. I looked at the watch. Itwas 1.00 in the afternoon. In fact it was a usual timeof Radhika?s arrival every afternoon. I eagerly openedthe door.

There she was. Standing at door. Smiling at me. And mystate of mind was just dumb struck. I stood there withmy eyebrows trying to touch the roof and my jawshanging to the floor ? completely shocked. All herbeautiful shoulder length hair was gone. Her head was clean-shaven like an egg.

She opened her mouth finally, ?Hay Shweta, whathappened to you??

?Er.. No.. Nothing. Please come in.? we came insidethe living room. She handed over the plate of sweetsshe had carried with her ?here, take this prasad?.

?Prasad??

?Yes we had been to the temple. It happened sosuddenly that I could not tell you before going.?

Now the picture was getting little clearer. She hadgone to the temple to offer her hair. I had heardabout this custom in this part of the country.Obviously I was more than curious to know more aboutit.

Radhika had very beautiful, thick, rich, naturallycurly hair. It really needed a lot of guts to justshave it all off at a stroke. I instinctively wantedto know more about it. I took her inside and wesettled at the dining table opposite each other. I wasdying to feel the smoothness on her head. Once ortwice I also extended my hand but resisted due toshyness. I think Radhika noticed it. She smiled at me,then took my hand and slowly directed it towards herhead.

I was surprised at my own reactions to the situation.Why my heart was racing like a super fast train? Whymy nipples were so hard in spite of having had wildsex just an hour before? Why was I getting itchingsensation down there?

?Hay Shweta! Are you alright?? Radhika woke me up fromthe trance.

?Ya? Yes I am all right. I just was surprised to seeyou like this ? had you taken any vow or something?? Iasked her between the stammers.

?No it was not I. It was Mithila who took the vow. Idid it to give her moral support.?

?What?? Now I could not control my loud scream. It wasnot a surprise; it was a real shock. I knew Mithila,Radhika?s sister of my age, a tall, very fair,extremely beautiful girl having rich Pantene hair,which crossed her waistline. I also knew herpossessiveness about her hair. I saw her every Sundaymorning giving special treatment to her hair so as tomake them more beautiful. How can she even think ofcutting them? ?Did she --- also --- shave it --- ? Imean --- all of it --- ?? My stammering was doublethan before.

?Of course she did. But we had a very tough time withher. You know Mithila and how much she was in lovewith her hair.? Said Radhika. Precisely that was thereason of my shock. Radhika continued ?but she was theone who took this vow two years back. What was now thepoint in making such a fuss about it.?

?Why? What happened? She didn?t want to cut it orsomething?? My curiosity was shooting high.

?Not exactly --- but? Radhika started but I stoppedher abruptly.

?Don?t tell me in bits and pieces like this Radhika. Why don?t you tell me everything with all the details?We have full afternoon with us.?

Radhika looked at me mischievously and said ?O.K.Where do want me to start???Tell me everything right from the start of yourjourney to shaving your hair ? with all the details.?

?O.K.? Radhika started ?On Thursday night Mithiladeclared on the dinner table that her leave for twodays was approved by her office. Daddy took a sigh ofrelief because he was the one who was after her tofulfill her vow as soon as possible. So that he canlook out for her match after her hair grew backreasonably. We decided to take the bus starting nextmorning that would reach us there by evening. Mithilawas very upset when we went to bed. She was cryingwhen I tried to check whether she was asleep. She heldmy hand tightly and said ?I am very scared Radhika. Ican?t avoid it either. Tell me what to do.?

?Relax!? I said ?It?s a matter of a few months. Yourhair is definitely going to grow back again. I am sureit will be much thicker and prettier than now.?

?Its not I am scared about. I am scared about theprocess of cutting my hair. I have such a long hair. Iam sure that it will hurt badly when they cut it.?

?What nonsense! So many of my friends have cut theirhair there. Nobody said that it hurts.?

Suddenly Mithila reacted spontaneously. ?Why don?t youcut hair before me? It will give me courage. It willmake it easier for me to go through it.?

I had no explanation. ?I ? I don?t ? but why should I??

Mithila cut me short ?look! You only said that it ismatter of only few months. It will grow up again.Please give me a company ? please!? Looking at herface I could not dare say no to her. After all it wasfor a good cause.

We reached there on Friday evening and were scheduledto go to the temple the next morning. Mithila couldnot sleep the whole night. Myself, Dad and Mom, we alltried to console her. Dad even told her that if shedid not wish to fulfill her vow, she could postpone itfor some time. She was not ready for that either.

Looking at Mithila?s mood, going to the tonsure halland having our hair shaved was out of question. Dadarranged for a barber at our hotel room only. Thebarber came at 10.00 sharp in the morning. Mithila was practically shivering.

?Does it --- Does it hurt mister?? she asked thebarber.

?Absolutely not. I will do it very carefully. Pleasedo not worry.? Answered the barber.

Mithila however did not seem to be convinced. FinallyI took the initiative and told her ?look Mithila, Iwill do it first for you. You can see on my face if ithurts. Is that alright with you?? She nodded. And that is how I was the first one to go for it. Isat on one of the hotel chairs. The barber stood infront of me and spread a small white towel on my lapinstead of any cape around my neck. He then startedwetting my hair with the water he took in his bowl. Hewas massaging the roots of my thick hair so as to makethem smooth. After all he had to prove his point toMithila that it does not hurt. He massaged my headwith water for about 15 minutes. I started enjoying itand felt relaxed. Then he took his straight edgerazor. With his left hand he bowed down my head andplaced the edge of his razor on my crown. He made hisfirst pass with S-C-R-A-C-H sound from my crowntowards nape. I could not see the expressions onMithila?s face. I wanted to tell her that ?stupidgirl, it does not hurt. It tickles.

The barber continued to make passes on the backside ofmy head and within a very little time half of my headwas bald. All that hair he had shaved, fell on my lap.A little part of it still hung on my nape. He liftedmy head a bit so as to start his work on front side. Ilooked at Mithila and winked at her. Her serious facedid not react to it. The barber started scrapping myhair from crown to forehead. I was practicallywitnessing every bunch of my hair slowly falling in mylap ? absolutely mesmerized by the process. I closedmy eyes and started to get the feel of each pass ofhis razor scrapping my hair. He turned my face to myleft and shaved the right side of my head. I opened myeyes to see my hair falling in my lap from my sideburns.
And it was over so quickly. He removed all the hanginghair from my shoulder. Wetted my head once again andshaved it smooth. I was too eager to look at my facein the mirror but the first mission of Mithila?s headshave stopped me from doing that.
My Mom held her forearm and slowly directed hertowards the chair. Once she sat on the chair and thetowel was spread on her lap, Mom started loosening herthick plait of hair. Her hair spread on her back likepeacock feathers. The barber came forward and touchedher head with his left hand. Suddenly she startedcrying loudly.
?What ? What happened madam?? asked the barber.
?It will hurt. I know it will hurt badly.? Mithilasaid crying.
?Don?t talk rubbish Mithila. You just saw me doing it.It doesn?t hurt at all.?
?It might not have hurt you because your hair wasshort. It is definitely going to hurt me.?
?O.K. Let?s do one thing.? Dad intervened. ?We willask him to cut your hair short with scissors and thenshave it. Will that be alright??
Mithila nodded between the sobs. Dad asked the barberto do so.
The barber removed a pair of scissors from his bag. Hethen parted her hair in center at the back and broughtthem at the front side from her shoulders, so as torest them in her lap. He slowly turned Mithila?s headtowards her right with his left hand. He then dug hisscissors just below her left ear. SHNICK - - - SHNICK- - -SHNICK - - -SHNICK the sound went on till half ofher head was relieved from the length of her longtresses. A big pile of hair was accumulated in herlap. To tell you the truth, she was still lookingbeautiful in her half bobbed hair. The barber turnedher head to her left and did exactly the same with herhair at her right side. Pile of her long hairincreased in her lap. Instinctively she shook her headfrom left to right. I wanted to show her the mirror.She looked beautiful.
The barber, without wasting any more time took thebowl of water and started sprinkling it on her head.Again the sobs and tears story started with addedtrouble of shivering from Mithila. I am sure that shewas not doing it intentionally. She was reallyscared. The barber thought for a moment and thenopened his box. He removed those old styled handoperated clippers from it.
?Look here miss this is a machine. This wont hurt youat all. Please stop crying and see how smoothly I willdo my work.?
Mithila?s sobs subsided. The barber held her headtightly with his left hand and placed the clippers atthe hairline of her left temple. His fingers startedmoving and CLIK - - -CLIK - - - CLIK - - - CLIK soundfrom the clippers made a path on her head. Hair fromthat place fell on her lap. He made another pass - - -then second - - - then third. Mountain of hair wasaccumulating in her lap. Mithila seemed to be enjoyingit. She closed her eyes and followed the movements ofher head as directed by the left hand of the barber.His right hand was busy clipping her rapidly fromforehead to crown and from crown to her nape. Withinno time Mithila?s head had only subtle of uneven hair.She slowly opened her eyes. The barber was smiling ather. She returned his smile. The barber opened his boxand removed the tube of shaving cream
?Now miss. I know you are scared of razor shaving.What we can do is apply this shaving cream on yourhead and clean this mess. I am sure you wont mind it.?
Mithila smiled at him expressing her thanks. Thebarber then spread the shaving cream on her head withthe brush and slowly shaved her smooth like a baby. Hethen removed the big mountain of hair from her lap.Mithila came giggling towards me. We both touched eachothers heads and went together inside the bathroom tohave a look in the mirror.?
Radhika stopped for a while to take a breath and Icould not stop interrupting her. ?How - - - How doesshe look - - - with shaven head?? I asked Radhika. (Idon?t know what was making me so nervous.)
?Mind blowing! I have no words to explain howbeautiful she looks with that shaven head. I am sure;when she went to her office this morning all herfriends must have told her to keep this look for awhile. It really looks stunning.?
?Shweta!? It was Rahul?s voice. He was peeping fromthe bedroom door. We had just forgotten his existence.Radhika was first to react. ?Oh my God! He was thereat home. Why didn?t you tell me before?? And hurriedlyshe disappeared from there.
I wanted to get up from my chair but suddenly realizedthat I was fully wet down there. So I first decided togo to the bathroom to change. Before I could cross thebedroom door on my way to the bathroom, Rahul caughtme by arm and pushed me on to the bed. He startedsqueezing my boobs so roughly that I could not stop myscreams. Immediately he left my boobs and dug both hishands in my hair behind my ears and started strokingmy skull vigorously, as if I had no hair at all.Unknowingly, I was also reacting to him equallywildly. He removed his pajama and my God! He wasalmost one and a half times larger than usual. He wasnot in mood to notice that but I was frightened likeanything. A thought just came in my mind that he isgoing to tear me off today. Before the thought processended he was riding on me. Oh my God! I had lost allmy senses. It was paining - - - it was burning - - -but it was a beautiful feeling - - - it was sweet. Iwas moaning. I was screaming on top of my voice like Inever did before. And Rahul was pumping me with doublethe speed. Both of us climaxed together. What a climaxit was. First time in our married life of six monthswe had real sex.
I was in heaven for the next few days, because besidesthe sexual pleasure I had discovered many excitingthings from Rahul?s cabinet. Just a week away wasRahul?s birthday and a master plan took birth in myfertile brain.
It was his birthday eve. We went for a 6 to 9 movie inthe evening. Then went for dinner in one of thehottest joints in the town. I saw to it that wereached home exactly at 12 in the night. I had spentfull afternoon to decorate our bedroom. Milky whitebed sheet was spread on our large bed. Exactly at thecenter of the bed was lying his birthday gift, wrappedin a satin cloth. We entered the bedroom. I kissedhim, wished him ?Happy Birthday? and asked him to openhis gift. He was excited. Slowly he unwrapped thecloth. He could not believe it. Because the surprisegift presented to him was a dream gift to him. Therein a tray were lying all the haircutting equipmentslike scissors, clippers, razors, shaving cr?me and soon.
?How about using these gift articles right away asyour model is very anxious to see her new face in themirror my love?? I asked him.
Next moment we were in the bed caressing and kissingeach other passionately like never before.
That?s all for today.

Shaanu

It all started about 15 years back. I used to live in a remote village of India. Our home was next to the village temple. The pujaris (priests) of the temple were very conservative.

My room was on the first floor. I could get the best view of the back side of temple. My next door neighbor had a daughter of the same age as mine. Her name was `Shravani'. Everyone used to call her `Shaanu'. We, I and Shaanu were studying in the same school.

The priest's mother was an old lady of about 60 years. Her head was clean shaven since she was a widow. Backside of the temple was the venue of her tonsure every alternate Sunday. I used to get very excited while watching it. I used to lock my door from inside while watching it from the window `coz my organ used to get unusually big. I used to feel quite odd about it.

On one Sunday, while watching the shaving scene from my window, I heard some noise from my neighboring window. I got scared thinking about what will happen if they find out my secret. So I slowly opened my door. I touched their door just to push a bit and take a view of whatever was there in store for me. Their door was open. I just pushed it a bit more. And there I saw, Shaanu was bending from her window to see the shaving. She couldn't probably get clear view and hence she had to bend so much. That was the noise I heard from my window. I came back to my room. Surprisingly my cock was harder and larger than it used to get. It was not ready to cool down in spite of the fact that the shaving got over for almost one hour. I took it out of my shorts and started to sooth it by patting it and pressing it in my fists. It was a good feeling. I closed my eyes. Immediately the figure of Shaanu watching the shaving appeared in front of my eyes. I opened my eyes. My cock got even bigger. Movement of my hand fondling it got faster. I couldn't control myself, closed my eyes. I was now seeing the whole movie of the lady's tonsure and Shaanu's intense expressions. Suddenly something sticky fell in my hand, white fluid. My first orgasm. My first masturbation.

Just a week after this incident I heard my mother telling my dad that the Priest's sister lost her husband in an accident and that she has been brought here by her brother. Next day morning, when I was busy doing my homework, I heard noise from the window. I went to the window and saw that the village barber sat there with his box and a bowl full of water. Priest's sister was being brought there. Her hands were held by two strong ladies. She was crying miserably. She must be just about 25 years of age, with long waist length hair.

Immediately I thought of Shaanu. I went to see whether she was also witnessing it. There she was bending fully from her window to have a look. This time she heard me coming there. Her expressions were like she was caught while stealing something.

"I . I .was just .." She kept stammering.

I asked her to keep quite with a gesture of putting my index finger on lips.

"Shhhh . come to my room. I get clear view from there" I whispered in her ear. She was surprised, looked at me with wide eyes. There was no time for clarifications then. Both of us understood it and ran to my room. I didn't forget to lock the door of my room from inside.

Priest's sister, her name was Shanti sat there in front of the barber. Her hair spread all over four sides of her head, water dripping from all sides. The barber was still not satisfied. He kept pouring more water on her head and rigorously massaging the roots of her hair.

I saw that Shaanu's fair face had reddened. She was breathing very heavily. Immediately I looked down and saw that my cock had risen and gave the shape of a tent to my shorts. I stood behind Shaanu so as to avoid my erection from her sight.

Barber took his straight razor and placed it on top of Shanti's head. I came closer to the window. There was hardly any distance between me and Shaanu. Both of us were intensely looking at the proceeding of shaving. Barber moved his razor with sssssccccrrrrreeeeeeech sssssccccrrrrreeeeeeech sssssccccrrrrreeeeeeech
sound making white path on Shanti's head. Hair from that place trembled and fell into her lap.

My prick was touching Shaanu's ass chicks. She gave me a stare for a fraction of a second, didn't say anything to protest. In fact she moved little towards me to get the feel of it. Suddenly I got little bold and moved my right hand through her armpit towards her tiny breast and started fondling it.

The barber had meanwhile cleaned the back portion of Shanti's head. He turned her head to her right side and started shaving the left side of her head. I made way for my left hand through Shaanu's left armpit and rested it on her left breast. Both my hands were fondling her tiny, hard, round shaped breasts in rhythm. She too brought her ass as close to my prick as possible.

The barber had finished both left and right sides of Shanti's head and was now shaving the front part. Hair was falling straight in her lap as if the curtain was falling down in front of her eyes. We both got so excited that we never realized that the strength and speed of my squeezing her boobs and her strokes on my cock increased madly. My cock could not resist it anymore and vomited all its fluid wetting my shorts.

Meanwhile the scenario in front of us also came to end. Shaanu gave me a quick look. Her eyes were as if she was in trance. And she ran away from my room.

Next two days were like a hell for me. Shaanu stopped talking to me. She just ran away whenever I attempted to talk to her. I was scared that if she tells about my behavior to her mom or my mom, I shall land up in further mess. As it is, after that incident whenever I closed my eyes, a film of Shanti's shaving started appearing in front of me. And it did not end there. A picture of Shaanu's beautiful face with her eyes closed and feeling my hands on her breasts made me crazy. I masturbated endlessly in those two days.

It was a third day morning. It was Monday. My parents had gone to their respective offices. I was very tired and was lazily preparing to go to my school, which was in the afternoon.

And then I heard the sound of door of my room being opened. There she was standing in her school uniform. I went running to her and started apologizing endlessly. I don't know, how many times I must have said "I am sorry" and "Please forgive me"

She had a smile on her face. She was looking at me as if I was doing something crazy. She turned her face away from me and started giggling. I couldn't make out, what was wrong. I turned her face towards me. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes finding the floor of my room, her face pink. She was still not able to control her giggles.

"Tell me what's the matter damn it" I was getting more and more restless.

"Actually I was dying to see you for last two days to say sorry to you. But your parents were always around." she said so softly.

My goodness! And I was thinking that she was angry with me. "And why did you want to say sorry to me?" I asked.

She was puzzled. "I don't know . just like that ." and realizing the stupidity she started giggling again. "And why were you saying sorry to me when I entered your room?" she asked.

"I don't know . may be . just like that". And we burst out laughing after that. She threw herself on my bed. I too lied down beside her.

I touched the top of her head, her smooth shiny hair. She had pretty long hair, almost touching her ass chicks. She had tied them in two plaits, since it was a rule of our school. I slowly started undoing her plaits. She noticed it but did not say anything on that. I opened both her plaits. Her hair was flying because of the full speed of ceiling fan. She must have conditioned and shampooed her hair today. Its fragrance was intoxicating.

I was feeling the smoothness of her silky hair. I was combing her hair with my fingers. Slowly I started caressing her skull thru her hair . gently . very very delicately. She closed her eyes. Her breathing became faster. Her tiny, round shaped tits were making beautiful up and down movement with her breathing rhythm. I bent down and brushed my lips on her shivering lips. She opened her eyes. Suddenly realizing the situation, she got up and took a step towards the door. I caught her hand.

"Wait for sometime" I said

"I shall be late for school ." She murmured.

"Let's bunk the school today" I said with a little fear in mind anticipating her refusal. Instead, she turned facing me and said with a smiling face "And .?"

"And what?"

"And what do we do after we bunk the school?"

I was getting interested in her game. So I too felt like pulling her leg.

"Let's shave your head!" I winked.

Her eyes widened. "How?" She questioned me. Still puzzled.

"Come with me" I took her inside the room holding her hand, her hair still open and flying everywhere on her face. I made her sit on the bed and sat in front of her, exactly how the barber in the backyard sat in front of Shanti.

I started making all movements like the barber. There was no water near me but I was mocking like making her hair wet with both my hands. Her smooth, conditioned, silky hair was all shambled. I brought it all in the front side. It covered her face. I knew she had closed her eyes and was enjoying my massage on her head. I got an idea to take this show further. I removed a small comb from my pocket, made a gesture as if I was going to start shaving her head by bending it and made a small space to touch the straight razor. Then I touched sharper side of the comb at that sensitive part of her head and quickly moved it forward.

She was shocked. She quickly got up, touched at that place on her head. She was really frightened. "What have you done????" she screamed.

"You did agree to let me shave your head right?" My teasing tone relaxed her. She snatched the comb from my hands which I was trying to hide and started hitting me.

Both of us were laughing like mad lying on the bed. A moment later I caressed her face slowly removing her long bangs spread all over her face.

"Won't it be fun to do it in reality" I asked her in whisper.

"Let's do it" She also whispered with her eyes half closed.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yeah seriously" She mumbled

"I don't have Ustra . (Straight Razor)" I said

She looked disappointed.

"Hey . I have scissors . shall we cut a small part of it today?" I was excited with just the thought.

"Chalo .Lets do it" Her eyes brightened.

I took my mommy's tailoring scissors and sat in front of her on my knees. She was sitting with her legs folded. I took the full length of her hair in my left hand from her back and brought it in front of her. Then I took about six inches length in the blades of scissors and looked into her eyes. She gestured `OK' and I closed the blades. I had to do it for several times because her hair was very thick. Ssssccccrrrruuuch ssssccccrrrruuuch ssssccccrrrruuuch ssssccccrrrruuuch. A chunk of more than 6 inches length of her hair fell in her lap. She looked at it and then she looked at my shorts which looked quite obvious with my fully erect member. Then she looked into my eyes. This time I didn't make gesture of shyness. She lifted her hands, opened the zip and took it out. Her eyes were wide as if she was looking at some strange thing. She must be probably seeing such a huge length for the first time. My junior was jumping with joy of her touch.

Meanwhile I took another chunk of about 6 inches in my blades and closed the blades of scissors. Its Ssssccccrrrruuuch ssssccccrrrruuuch ssssccccrrrruuuch ssssccccrrrruuuch sound and the fall of hair were maddening both of us. Her hold on may prick tightened. It made small back and forth movement also. Our madness increased with the air. I just lifted a huge bunch of hair from her forehead, inserted one blade of scissors in her hair. It was very very close to her skull. She too was feeling the cold touch of scissor blade on her skull. She started shaking my prick faster and.. And I closed the blades of my scissors .. Ssssccccrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuch Sssssssssssccccrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuch Sssssssssssccccrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuch Sssssssssssccccrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuch Sssssssssssccccrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuch .

Hardly ½ inch length was left on her head at that part near forehead. I placed my left hand at the back of her head and pushed it down. Her lips were close to my junior. I just touched it on her lips; she opened it and welcomed him in her wet mouth. I just lifted her hair from her head and started shearing it very very close to her skull. She was trying hard in her mission of sucking me to match with my speed. I sheared the last chunk of her hair from her head and lost my control o my junior. He unloaded his entire load in her throat. She had no choice but to swallow it because junior had blocked her mouth with its width. She shivered . trembled. held my tight .. and then relaxed with a jerk. She too had a wild orgasm

Next few minutes, we were just lying on the bed, breathing heavily, panting frantically. It was a few minutes later when we got to our senses we realized the blunder we committed. Shaanu was crying nonstop.

To add to our misfortune, my mom came back home during her lunch time. We were terrified to hear the sound of our door being knocked. I collectted all that hair fallen on my bed and stuffed it in the pocket of my shorts. Shaanu tried to cover her head with her tiny hands. I had no option but to open the door. And ..

The same evening I was thrown out of my house by my father after a big drama. Wounds on my body given by my father and Shaanu's father were less painful than the thought of leaving Shaanu.

I walked on the roads of the town aimlessly. When I realized, I found myself standing in the dockyard of my town. A big cargo ship was moving out. Instinctively I ran and hung to one of the huge steel chains. I was not noticed by the dockyard staff mainly because it was dark and I was at the rare side of their view. After a couple of minutes when my hands were tired, I climbed up on the deck and fell down on the floor. Second part of my journey of life began with that voyage