Headshave market

The afternoon market was a cacophony of colors and sounds, a dizzying swirl of humanity caught in the daily rhythm of life. I navigated through the throng, the scent of spices and blooming jasmine battling for dominance in the warm air. My basket, usually a source of comfort filled with fresh produce, felt heavy today, not just in weight but in spirit. Life has felt… muted lately. Like the colors had been dialed down, leaving everything in shades of beige and grey. Then, amidst the vegetable vendors and the chatter of bargaining women, I saw it. Tucked away in a narrow lane, almost hidden behind a mountain of watermelons, was a small, unassuming barbershop. And in the chair, a young boy, no older than seven, was getting his head shaved. He was fidgeting, as kids do, but his eyes were wide with a kind of fascinated nervousness as the barber, a man with hands that moved with practiced grace, worked on him. The barber was using clippers initially, buzzing away the boy's hair quickly. But then, I saw him pick up something that made me stop completely. A straight razor. The glint of steel in the afternoon sun caught my eye. I watched, mesmerized, as the barber lathered the boy’s scalp again, the white foam a stark contrast against his dark skin. And then, the razor. The barber held it with such confidence, such mastery. Each stroke was smooth, precise, shaving away the remaining short stubble to reveal the pale scalp beneath. Thin strands of dark hair, finer now, floated down like dark confetti, landing on the checkered floor around the chair. It was a simple thing, a routine haircut. But watching it, something shifted within me. A strange, unexpected pull. A whisper of rebellion against the beige and grey of my days. My fingers instinctively went to my own hair, thick and long, a cascade that reached my mid-back, hair I’d meticulously cared for, hair that had always defined ‘me.’ And yet, in that moment, looking at the clean, smooth scalp of that little boy, a different kind of ‘me’ began to emerge. A ‘me’ that was lighter, freer, unburdened. It was a ridiculous thought, impulsive, utterly out of character. But the seed of an idea had been planted, and it was taking root with alarming speed. My feet, seemingly of their own volition, started moving towards the barbershop. Each step was a small defiance, a quiet rebellion against the inertia that had been holding me captive. My heart started to beat a little faster, a nervous flutter mixing with a strange sense of excitement. The barbershop was even smaller inside than it looked from the outside. Two chairs, old and worn, faced a large, slightly tarnished mirror that reflected the simple, functional space. The air smelled of shaving cream and hair tonic, a distinctly masculine scent. The barber who had been cutting the boy’s hair looked up as I entered, his eyebrows raised in mild surprise. I took a deep breath. This was it. No turning back now. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice a little shaky, surprising even myself. “Could… could I get a haircut?” He looked at me for a moment, taking in my appearance. My long hair, my clothes – I was clearly not his usual clientele. “Of course, Madam,” he said politely, gesturing towards the empty chair. He finished up with the boy, dusting him off with a soft brush, and then turned to me, a question in his eyes. “What style were you thinking?” I hesitated for a split second. The word was right there, on the tip of my tongue, terrifying and exhilarating all at once. “Shave,” I blurted out, the word hanging in the air, thick with unspoken meaning. “Shave it all off.” The barber blinked, his professional composure momentarily faltering. “All of it, Madam?” he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. I nodded, my gaze unwavering. “Yes. With the razor. Like you did for the boy.” A slow smile spread across his face, a glimmer of understanding, perhaps even approval, in his eyes. “Alright then,” he said, his voice now filled with a different kind of energy, a craftsman ready to take on a unique challenge. “Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair, and I sat down, my legs feeling suddenly weak. He draped a fresh, white cloth around my shoulders, tucking it in securely. The cool, crisp cotton against my skin felt strangely comforting. He began to untangle my hair with his fingers, running them gently through the long strands. “Beautiful hair, Madam,” he commented, his tone respectful. “Are you sure about this?” I closed my eyes for a moment, picturing the boy’s smooth scalp, feeling the quiet rebellion surge within me again. “Yes,” I said firmly, opening my eyes and meeting his gaze in the mirror. “I am absolutely sure.” He nodded, accepting my decision. “Very well,” he said, his voice now brisk and professional again. He began to prepare. He pumped shaving cream into a small bowl and whipped it into a rich, white lather with a brush. The rhythmic swishing of the brush filled the small space, a strangely soothing sound. He applied the warm lather to my scalp, the cool cream a pleasant sensation against my skin, a strange prelude to the radical change that was about to occur. He worked quickly and efficiently, covering my entire scalp with the white foam, disappearing the partings and strands of my hair under the thick layer. Then, he picked up the straight razor. He stopped it expertly a few times, the leather strap making a soft, rhythmic sound. The blade gleamed under the fluorescent light, sharp and decisive. He tested the sharpness lightly with his thumb, then turned to me, his gaze serious but reassuring. “Ready, Madam?” he asked softly. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest now, a mixture of fear and exhilaration swirling within me. “Ready,” I whispered back. The first touch was surprisingly gentle. The cold steel of the razor against my scalp sent a shiver down my spine. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, the stark contrast of the hard, unyielding metal against the soft, yielding skin of my head. And then, the first stroke. Smooth, precise, effortless. I felt a slight tug, a whisper of resistance, and then… nothing. A clean path cleared through the lather, revealing the pale skin beneath. And beside it, on the floor, a small clump of dark brown hair, glistening wet with shaving cream, lay like fallen leaves. It was happening. My hair was falling. Strand by strand, clump by clump, it was being shaved away. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. The cool air kissing my newly exposed scalp. The rhythmic scrape of the razor against my skin. The lightness that was already beginning to spread through me, a physical shedding of weight that mirrored an emotional liberation. The barber worked in silence, his movements fluid and practiced. Each stroke of the razor was a release, a letting go. I could hear the soft whisper of the blade, the gentle rustle of my hair falling to the floor, a steady rhythm of transformation. My scalp tingle, a thousand nerve endings suddenly exposed to the air, feeling everything with a heightened sensitivity. He worked section by section, methodically clearing my scalp. The floor around the chair became a carpet of fallen hair, a tangible representation of the change that was taking place. I kept my eyes closed, lost in the sensory experience, the feeling of the razor, the coolness of the air, the strange lightness that was blooming within me. Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, the barber stopped. The scraping sound ceased. The cool air rushed over my entire scalp, unobstructed, unhindered. He wiped away the remaining lather with a warm, damp towel, the gentle pressure soothing against my newly exposed skin. “Done, Madam,” he announced softly. I opened my eyes slowly, cautiously, and looked in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, unfamiliar yet… strangely familiar. My scalp was smooth, pale, gleaming under the light, dotted here and there with tiny droplets of water. My face looked different, more defined, sharper, somehow… younger. I reached up a hand, hesitant at first, and touched my head. The sensation was incredible. Smooth, cool, almost like velvet. The air kissed my scalp, sending shivers of delight through me. It felt… amazing. Liberating. Like a weight had been lifted, not just physically, but emotionally as well. I tilted my head, turning it from side to side, marveling at the unfamiliar landscape of my own head. The curve of my skull, the delicate shape of my ears, features that had been hidden beneath a curtain of hair for so long, were now exposed, beautiful and vulnerable in their nakedness. I smiled. A genuine, unburdened smile that reached my eyes. It felt like I was seeing myself for the first time, truly seeing myself, beyond the layers of hair, beyond the expectations, beyond the beige and grey. “How do you like it, Madam?” the barber asked, his voice gentle. “I love it,” I said, my voice filled with genuine joy and surprise. “I absolutely love it.” I laughed, a light, carefree sound that echoed in the small barbershop. It felt like I had shed not just my hair, but a whole layer of old skin, revealing a fresher, bolder ‘me’ underneath. The air on my shaved head felt like a kiss, a whisper of freedom and possibility. Walking out of the barbershop, the market suddenly felt brighter, more vibrant. The colors were sharper, the sounds clearer. The weight in my basket felt lighter, almost buoyant. The beige and grey had vanished, replaced by a spectrum of vibrant hues. My shaved head felt cool and light beneath the afternoon sun, a constant reminder of the spontaneous act of rebellion, the glorious, liberating shave that had unexpectedly, yet perfectly, reset my world. It was just a haircut, yes. But it was also so much more. It was a shedding, a rebirth, a quiet scream of "yes" to change, to freedom, to myself. And it felt utterly, wonderfully, right.

Three women shaved their heads

The city glittered around us, a million scattered diamonds on black velvet. The hum of Friday night energy vibrated through the air, bouncing off the glass buildings and echoing down the bustling streets of Bandra. Me, Riya, and Anjali were in the heart of it, a trio navigating the exhilarating chaos, fueled by spicy street food, cheap cocktails, and the heady freedom of a night without deadlines or responsibilities. We had started our evening with pani puri from a roadside stall, the tangy burst exploding in our mouths as we gossiped about work, relationships, and the sheer absurdity of some of our relatives. Then, it was onto a rooftop bar, where the panoramic view of Mumbai unfurled beneath us, a breathtaking tapestry of lights. Laughter flowed as freely as the Long Island Iced Teas, and as the night deepened, so did our conversations, peeling back layers of everyday chit-chat to reveal the hidden corners of our thoughts and desires. It started innocently enough, with Riya confessing a strange fascination with bald heads. "You know," she said, swirling the ice in her glass, her eyes gazing dreamily out at the city lights, "sometimes I just see a woman with a completely shaved head, and I think… wow. There’s something so powerful, so…unapologetic about it." Anjali and I exchanged amused glances. Riya, with her long, luscious, and meticulously maintained waves, dreaming of being bald? It seemed almost comical. "Riya, you spend half your salary on hair products!" Anjali teased, playfully tugging at a strand of Riya’s perfectly styled hair. Riya laughed, a melodious sound that cut through the bar’s background music. “I know, I know! It sounds crazy, right? But it’s not about rejecting hair. It’s more about… the freedom of it. Imagine, no bad hair days, no hours spent blow-drying, no worrying about split ends. Just…smooth. Like a clean slate." I nodded, starting to understand her point. While I wouldn’t say I’d ever actively considered shaving my head, I could see the allure she was describing. It was a radical act, a rejection of conventional beauty standards, a bold declaration of self-acceptance. Then Anjali chimed in, her voice taking on a slightly hushed tone. "Actually… I’ve thought about it too." Riya and I both turned to her, surprised. Anjali, the quietest and perhaps most traditionally ‘feminine’ of our trio, harbored this unconventional fantasy? "Seriously?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Anjali flushed slightly, but her eyes held a surprising intensity. "Yeah. For years, actually. Ever since I saw this documentary about Buddhist monks... the serenity on their faces, the simplicity of their lives… and the shaved heads, somehow, just seemed to symbolize that complete letting go. Plus,” she added with a mischievous grin, “I’ve always wondered what my head shape is really like." Riya’s eyes widened, a spark of excitement igniting within them. "No way! Anjali, you too? I thought I was the only crazy one!" And in that moment, fueled by the late-night energy, the shared confessions, and maybe just a little bit by the alcohol, something shifted. What had started as a fanciful thought suddenly felt…possible. Dare I say, even desirable? "Wait," I said slowly, the idea taking root in my own mind. "Are you guys… serious? Like, seriously thinking about… shaving our heads?" Riya and Anjali looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, Riya turned back to me, a determined glint in her eyes. "Why not? It’s just hair. It grows back. And think about it… what a story we’d have! We could do it together. A symbol of…of…rebellion! Of shedding old skins! Of embracing change!" Anjali nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Like, a total reset button for our lives! Plus, think of the photo opportunities!" she added with a laugh, the initial hesitation gone, replaced by an infectious enthusiasm. My heart started to pound. This was insane. Completely impulsive. And yet… a thrill coursed through me. A feeling of liberation, of breaking free from invisible chains. In my own way, I had been feeling a bit stifled, a bit stuck in a routine, a bit… too ‘safe’. Maybe this was exactly the jolt I needed. "Okay," I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "Okay, let’s do it." The next hour was a blur of laughter and adrenaline. We paid our bill, practically skipping out of the bar and onto the street. The initial excitement morphed into the practical challenge: where do you get your head shaved at midnight in Mumbai? We wandered down Linking Road, our initial boisterous energy replaced by a slightly more focused determination. We passed closed shops, brightly lit restaurants, and late-night street vendors. "Maybe a salon?" I suggested, peering into the darkened windows of a fancy-looking hair studio. But it was clearly closed for the night. Just as we were starting to lose hope, Anjali spotted a small, brightly lit barber shop tucked away in a side street, its red and white striped pole still spinning invitingly. "Guys, look!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the shop. Heartbeats quickened. This was it. We hesitantly approached the shop, the sound of our heels clicking on the pavement echoing in the relative quiet of the side street. Inside, a lone barber, a middle-aged man with a kind face and a neatly trimmed mustache, was sweeping up hair from the floor. He looked up as we entered, a surprised expression on his face. "Namaste," Riya greeted him, her voice a little shaky. "Are you… still open?" He smiled warmly. "Yes, yes, come in. What can I do for you ladies?" We exchanged nervous glances. This was really happening. Riya took a deep breath and stepped forward, her voice surprisingly clear. "We… we want to shave our heads." The barber’s eyes widened, but he didn’t laugh or dismiss us. He just looked at us with a curious and slightly amused expression. "All of you?" he asked, gesturing towards the three of us. "Yes," Riya affirmed, her voice now filled with a newfound conviction. "All three of us." He chuckled softly. "Okay then. Have a seat." Riya went first, settling into the barber’s chair with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The barber draped a cape around her shoulders, his movements practiced and efficient. He then produced a straight razor, stropping it expertly, the rhythmic sound filling the small shop. The sight of the razor, so sharp and gleaming, sent a fresh wave of nervousness through me. This was real. There was no turning back now. The first swipe of the razor was almost silent, just a soft scraping sound, but the visual impact was immediate. A thick chunk of Riya’s long, dark hair fell to the floor, followed by another, and another. Within minutes, her scalp was visible, pale and vulnerable beneath the rapidly disappearing hair. Riya closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. I watched her, mesmerized, as the barber worked his way around her head, transforming her with each stroke. The air filled with the scent of shaving cream and the quiet snip of scissors trimming the longer strands. When he was finished, the barber swiveled the chair to face the mirror. Riya opened her eyes and gasped. Her hand flew up to her newly shorn head, her fingers tentatively tracing the smooth contours. A wide, genuine smile spread across her face. "Wow," she breathed, "I… I love it!" Anjali was next. Her transformation was equally dramatic, revealing a surprisingly elegant head shape that had been hidden beneath her long hair for years. As she watched Riya, and then felt the cool air on her own scalp as her hair fell away, a sense of liberation washed over her. She laughed, a joyous, uninhibited sound that echoed through the shop. Watching them, witnessing their bravery and their exhilaration, any remaining hesitation I had completely vanished. It was my turn. I climbed into the chair, my heart pounding with anticipation. The cold metal of the razor against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, but it was a good shiver, a thrilling shiver. As my own hair fell to the floor, I felt a lightness, both physical and emotional. It was as if I was shedding not just hair, but also layers of self-doubt, of external expectations, of everything that was holding me back. When it was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. A completely different person stared back at me. My features seemed sharper, more defined. My eyes, suddenly framed by bare skin, seemed brighter, more intense. And yes, my head was smooth. Incredibly, unbelievably smooth. We all stood together, three bald women, blinking at our reflections in the mirror. We laughed, a little hysterically, a little in disbelief, but mostly with pure, unadulterated joy. We reached out and touched each other’s heads, fingers tracing the smooth curves, marveling at the texture, comparing the closeness of the shave. "Yours is definitely the smoothest!" Riya declared, rubbing my scalp with a delighted giggle. "No, yours is!" Anjali countered, running her hand over Riya’s head. We were three women, bald as eggs, standing in a small barber shop in Mumbai at 2 AM, and we had never felt more alive, more connected, more… ourselves. It wasn't just about the hair, or lack thereof. It was about the impulsive decision, the shared experience, the courage to step outside our comfort zones and embrace the unknown. It was about shedding the superficial and discovering the strength and beauty that had been there all along, hidden beneath layers of expectation and self-imposed limitations. It was about realizing that true freedom wasn't about conforming, but about daring to be different, together. And in that moment, rubbing our newly shaved heads, we knew, without a doubt, that we had never looked, or felt, so good.

Headsahved by female cops

i was in my car on nh5 highway the road was empty as a graveyard there was no sign of any hume until the end of the site my car was over the speed limit i thought this would save me some time but my luck was not so good i saw a patrolling car behind me playing siren i pulled over and waited for the cop there she was blonde sexy and in uniform she came close to the window and asked for the license i pulled my driving license from the drawer below and handed it to her she looked at the driver's license and then at me she said is that you i replied yes then she said but in this picture you are bald i said i know it was back when i used to keep my head shaved she said you crossed the speed limit too you have to pay the charge for that i don't want any tickets on me so i asked her if there's something we could do she stared at me and said yes there is something come close to the window i put my head out of the window she grabbed my head and asked me to stay still i got a little scared and said what are you doing she replied matching your face to your driver's license picture i am shaving your head i pulled my head back in and said are you crazy what are you saying she said i can arrest you for outstanding tickets and not cooperating with me i started thinking hair against arrest the answer was clear i put my head back on the window she then pulled a straight razor from her back pocket held it in her right hand and started running her left hand on my head then she placed the straight razor on the center of my head and started running toward down i was facing down soon hair started falling off my head to the ground she was enjoying shaving my head i could hear her moaning the razor was clearing my scalp it started feeling odd on the shaved portion after shaving my head from the front she started shaving my head from the back now after every razor glides the hair falls on my shoulder and then on the ground she was pushing the razor from the top to back the sound of hair getting shaved was clear after a few minutes i was completely bald she was running her hand on my shaved head and called someone on her wireless she said i got one come here soon i had no idea who she called after some time another cop arrived she was as hot as the first one she looked at me and said it was my turn and you shaved him completely then the first cop replied i know but i could not help myself next time you will be the first to shave i promise then the second cop came close to me and rubbed her hand on my shaved head and said still smoothness is missing then the first cop intervened yes that's why i called you to make it smooth she smiled and said i love you baby then she took the razor from her and placed her hand on my head and started shaving it from back to top she was doing the reverse head shave after every stroke she was wiping the shaved hair stuck on the razor on my t-shirt afterwards she looked up i could only see her uniform but she was busy shaving my head this time she placed the razor in front of my shaved head and pushed it towards the back she was still wiping the hair on my t-shirt the first cop was standing and watching her shave my head in a few minutes my head was shaved smooth then she folded the razor and gave it back to the first cop now both the cops came close to me and rubbed my shaved head after rubbing my shaved head for a few minutes they returned my driver's license and said don't drive too fast then they got into their cars and left i was still sitting in the car cleaning the hair from my shoulders and t-shirt after dusting off my shaved hair i ran my hand on my shaved head it was seriously smooth then i also left on the whole trip i kept rubbing my shaved head which i liked. #women's head shaving #female head shave #female head shaving #head shaving women #head shave woman #head shave of woman #head shave of women #hair saloon #male hair salon #men salon #men's hair stylists #men's hair stylist #hairdressing salon #head 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Wife shaved husband's head smooth with straight razor

when i came out of the shower i found my husband fiddling with my phone glancing through the photos in my favorites folder i could see that he was agitated by the way that his long red beard quivered from his heavy breathing looking for something he was so intent on searching my phone that he didn't even notice me coming up yes the pictures of that bloke you're cheating with he hissed i should have known you're never in the mood for me but you still wear your nice lace underwear and workout you have photos of this other bloke on your phone i was stunned to hear that i am most certainly not cheating on ron go ahead look through the photos on my phone look at my messaging app and phone call records take a good look at the bloke in the photos and tell me if you know who he is go on tap the pictures and zoom them up as big as you need i waited as ron studied the photos of the other bloke in more detail sure enough his eyes grew bigger when he recognized him that's me when we were first married yes that's right you didn't even recognize yourself and thought i had a new lover here's the clue you don't look much like the man i married the man in those pictures was urbane and sophisticated with his handsome clean-shaven face and short textured spiky crooked ron fingered his mid-chest-length beard i hated that thing but it was his choice how to present himself his hair was now at mid-back but he usually put it up into a man-bun i hated this too but i understand that it's usually unwise for a woman to comment about a man's hair to his face that's what it is you used to not be able to get enough of me we were two gingers against the world some women are visually stimulated to a degree too of course i still love ron as a life partner and housemate but i don't find him sexy like this he looks too much like a dwarf or old-time wizard in a fantasy film at least you're not cheating on me i would never dream of cheating on you i'm not seeing anyone else i admit that i like to look at old pictures of you and remember the early years please ron take the hint i would be attracted to him again in that way if he looked even a little like the way he used to does this mean you don't like my beard i thought it looked handsome no i don't like your beard i want to see your attractive face that beard covers the whole bottom half of your face plus it usually smells dirty i don't want to kiss that ratty thing and that means you preferred my hair super short too ron was quick to put two and two together i loved the look he had when we first met buzzed back and sides with about an inch on top textured and styled into mini spikes it was similar to the haircuts that were popular among young men when i was a teenager discovering boys around the turn of the new millennium i nodded you looked gorgeous i'm sure you're still stunning under there somewhere i didn't just marry you for your looks of course but it's a nice bonus if i shaved my beard and cut my hair would you find me sexy enough to want to get it on again like when we were first together probably without a doubt i didn't want to promise too much and i didn't want to make him feel bad by being too eager but i did want him to reach the right conclusions about how to be attractive to me i said nothing more about the issue that day or the next we carried on as usual in every aspect of our daily lives it was enough that ron knew that i wasn't cheating and had a clue as to how to get me to desire him again one thursday evening i came home from work to find ron already home i could see the difference immediately he had cut his beard so that it ended right past his chin instead of at mid-chest like in 1849 gold prospector i gave him a hug and nuzzled his nose a bit before kissing his forehead but i didn't go beyond that he seemed a little disappointed that he wasn't getting a bigger reward but it had been a long time since i had given him even that much on friday night he told me that his colleagues had responded favorably to his shorter beard some of the women had expressed a desire to see his bare face now that it was just a little bit easier to imagine him having lips and a chin they said i look younger and less like a mountain bandit my boss said i look more intelligent and educated with less facial hair that was horrifying to think that people thought i was backward and uneducated possibly even criminal as well ron was up before me on saturday morning and had already locked himself in the bathroom but i didn't hear the shower yet he was in there a long time before the water started running when he finally came out i gasped and ran to him throwing my arms around his neck i covered his newly bare face in kisses even the tip of his chin he had shaved i couldn't stop nuzzling his smooth cheeks he was still gorgeous under that massive beard after all after breakfast as we cleaned up i could see a mischievous gleam in his eye i had a suspicion of what he had in mind but didn't dare to hope he had left his hair in a messy bun and not washed it in the shower please don't just get an undercut and leave the stupid man bun or simply cut the ponytail at the base of the neck and leave it at that this could still theoretically go wrong after all here was a man who thought that a big dirty biker beard was handsome i couldn't trust his taste on the other hand he had had decent taste when we first got together perhaps he was only pretending to be clean and well groomed because he knew that he couldn't get dates if he looked like cro-magnon man and forgot this fact once we were married i bet you'd love to do the honors and snip off the man bun boy would i ever ron handed me kitchen scissors to cut off the man bun right at the base i never hesitated a single moment as i hacked through the hair it was only after i held the severed man bun in my hands that it occurred to me that he would need a follow-up haircut in order to look presentable i think a professional should take it from here ron was right but of course you want to come and watch i made an appointment for that at the salon inside the covered market salon did this mean that he was planning on a still longish style maybe a 1990s center-parted curtain cut like hugh grant or worse a mullet he knew exactly what i liked so perhaps he was trying to surprise me when we got there i saw that it was a family salon suggesting that there was at least one barber a very young barbarette was waiting in front of a workstation with clippers hanging up next to the mirror the other workstation was more like a women's beauty salon with a plump older woman rolling the hair of an old lady on perm rods hello i'm ron i'm diane i handle men's cuts around here my mother does ladies i used to work at my grandpa's barber shop until he passed away yes i remember your grandfather my dad used to go to him oh this is my wife she finally made it clear that she hated my man bun so i let her hack it off now it's up to you to clean up the mess you told me what you wanted on the phone that's still good yes have it it i see ron had given instructions over the phone so that i wouldn't hear the consultation he knew i would enjoy the suspense diane had him capped up in no time she did not wet down his hair but she did section off the top i saw her insert a tissue at the neck of the cape at least the neckline would be clean diane was very young and quite pretty but i could see she was a true professional some women don't want their husbands going to hot young barb rats but i felt that i could trust diane and more importantly i could trust ron besides he had chosen diane at least in part because he was familiar with the work done by her grandfather if he had seen fit to let her work in his shop she must be good she ran her hands through the messy mullet that i had given ron feeling his head for bumps i knew that his head shape was good and that he didn't have any lumps or bumps that would interfere with clipper work diane picked up a comb and a pair of clippers she did not attach any guards and began cutting his nape hair clipper over comb this was pretty close to his scalp she continued in this fashion all the way up to his crown then extended the cropped sections to the left and right until his ears were exposed i realized that she was just taking off length as a preliminary step as she turned off the clippers and snapped on an attachment i couldn't see which attachment it was but i could see a clear difference between the sections that she had cut clipper overcome and the newly buzzed parts as i watched she changed the attachments several times to taper down toward his neck and sideburns i was satisfied to see the smooth clean taper down to nothing at his nape which she carefully cleaned up with edging clippers diane was keeping the neckline softly blended and natural but she did go up and over around the ears plenty of times ron must have told her that i like a clean airline finally she took down the top it occurred to me that she could just leave the top as is which would look dreadful but if ron was trying to tease me she might diane coombed through the top hair then parted it on the right she sprayed some water on it then began grabbing some hair between her fingers at about an inch or so from the scalp she snipped the hair with her long mean-looking shears good it was going to be a cro-cut once diane had reduced the entire top to about an inch she inserted the comb at the edges to blend it into the back and sides next she blasted ron's head with a hairdryer then switched to thinning shears to texturize when she was all done she rubbed a little bit of product on the top to make it stand up in very short spikes here was the ron i remembered that saturday afternoon after we got home from our usual grocery shopping i led ron into the bedroom and he finally got what he wanted dee first threw venice black hair then threw lizzy's short blonde hair what happened you just wanted to try the new hairdresser that ellen praised so much was that it lizzy shakes her head we got lost and ended up somewhere in a strange district there were three young girls and veni asked for directions to the hairdresser to the hairdresser you are exactly right with us grins one wickedly and pulls a knife in there they took us to an empty apartment and tied us to two chairs in the kitchen they emptied our handbags on the table and put our cash in suddenly one of the girls was standing in front of us with big scissors now the hairdresser is coming she laughed and simply cut my hair again and again she grabs my hair cuts it off and throws it in my face after me it was poor veni's turn first they cut it off around her and then continued to do it in the end they threatened us when you go to the police our friends visit you at home we now know where you live she wags our ids laughing fortunately they only took our cash with them paul only says i think i have to unlock my salon again an hour later the two women have a decent short haircut lizzie has a sporty side parting her ears free and very short at the back he could only make a crew cut out of venice black hair both stare speechlessly in the mirror so i think you both look really great says mona if i should be honest even better than with your long hair much younger and fresher the two rub their short hair and look at each other i think mona is right is veni's first sentence we'll get used to it quickly what do we owe you young man lizzy reaches into her pocket and then realizes that she has no cash at all surely you take credit cards too we'll settle that later now it's mona's turn me how so a while ago you wanted to know how i would cut your hair so sit down paul it was just fun mona sit down he brushes her thick brown hair back pulls a middle parting and reaches for the clipper what are you doing she asks anxiously paul tucks the comb into her long soft hair just above her shoulder now keep your head straight he puts the clipper on the comb and mona sees her long hair falling on the cape in the mirror the comb pulls her hair over her face in front it gets more and more until she sees nothing mona feels the scissors on her forehead her hair falls into her face like a curtain a thick bangs are running across her forehead mona smiles everywhere is still corrected with the scissors then she can stand up she shakes her head and her soft hair swings into her face and asks paul mona hugs him her mother lizzie and aunt veni are visibly impressed by mona's new look lizzie holds out her credit card put it back in my shop is closed today and i will not accept payment there but i would be happy if you would come over to me to recut and maybe recommend me but we will definitely do that and mona take care of our new sweetheart arm in arm mona and paul accompany the two Headshave women Headshave men Headshave hairstyles Forced headshave story Forced headshave bald woman Headshave girl instagram 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Monday morning, I was thinking about those days when I had a bald head. Seema didn't like it so I stopped my regular headshave and stuck to a regular Haircut. My phone rang, and I saw Seema's name on the screen. I answered the call and asked Seema when she was coming back to Banglore to which she replied that it would take 1 more month for her to come back home. I hung up the phone and returned to the dream world where I was bald. Suddenly I got an Idea. As Seema will not be around for 1 month, let's get a head shave. Until she returns, I will have enough hair to convince her that I got my trimmed not shaved. I reached the barbershop with great excitement. The moment I entered the shop I saw the Barber was changed. Now there is a Barberette. She was smoking hot. She looked at me and smiled at me. I replied to her with a smile and went closer to her. She asked me to sit in the chair and after that, she tied the Black cape with Razor symbols on it around my neck. Then she asked me, "A haircut or shave?". I looked at myself in the mirror and said Shave, I mean head shave. She nodded her head and went to plug in the clipper. I stopped her and asked her to use the straight razor. She looked at me and said, " Do you want it smooth?" I replied "Yes". She removed the Clipper and placed it back, removed the Straight razor from her side tool bag and changed the blade. After changing the blade she put the razor on the table and took the water spray bottle to make my hair wet for a head shave. I was sitting there enjoying the experience. Once the hair was wet she took the straight and stood behind me. I always got my head shaved from behind first so I bent my head. But she had a different plan. She pulled my head and made me look straight. Then she placed the straight razor on the front and sharted shaving it toward the back. This was the first time I got my head shaved in this pattern. I could see the bald patch visible after every stroke. She was very skilled. After every stroke, she used to comb my hair backward to clean the shaved hair. She made sure not to fall on my face. In a few minutes, she shaved me from the front and then bent my head a little and started shaving from the back. I can't see what is happening but it felt good. When the straight razor shaves your scalp, it gives a strange but happy feeling. You can even make out which is your bald portion with the help of air. The freshly bald head is very sensitive. After she finished me from the back, she shaved both sides and now I was completely shaved. No hair at all on my head. She then massaged my head with some white cream to make it shiny. She removed the cape, placed her hand on my shaved head and said that I look cool in the smooth shaved head. I smiled and paid her a little more than she asked. I was very happy. I shaved my head after almost 3 years. While going home I took more than 100 selfies in different looks. When I reached home, I saw the door was open. I thought there would be burglary but it was worse than that. I saw Seema sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee. She heard my footsteps and jumped at me screaming surprise, but it was a surprise for her. Her mouth was open and her eyes were stuck on my bald head. She was in that position for a few seconds. Then she said, "What have you done?". I was scared of telling her the truth so I made up a fake story. I told her that I went for a haircut but the clipper got stuck in the middle of the haircut. He was not able to cut my hair with scissors so he suggested shaving the head. I thought going to a different barber like this would be stupidity so I agreed and I got my head shaved. Seema looked at me and said, "That's what happened?" I replied, "Baby why would I lie to you." She then came closer and hugged me and said, "Baby you look so weird." Then she rubbed my shaved head. I told her," I know the baby, but can't help it." Then she said don't worry, I will apply oil on your shaved head daily, and within a month they will grow back. I said ok. 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In the heart of a small, rural village nestled between vast fields of golden wheat and green pastures, there lived a young woman named Seema. She was known throughout the village for her striking beauty, her sharp wit, and her unapologetic defiance of societal norms. Seema was the kind of woman who turned heads wherever she went, not just because of her looks, but because of the confidence she exuded with every step she took. Seema’s long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her piercing brown eyes seemed to challenge anyone who dared to meet her gaze. She was a force to be reckoned with, and the villagers often whispered about her boldness. But Seema didn’t care. She was determined to live life on her own terms, even if it meant ruffling a few feathers along the way. One sweltering summer afternoon, Seema found herself standing in front of the village barbershop. The sign above the door read “Rukmini’s Barber Shop,” and the smell of sandalwood and coconut oil wafted out into the street. Rukmini was the village barber, a middle-aged woman with a reputation for being as sharp with her tongue as she was with her razors. She was a no-nonsense kind of woman, and the villagers respected her for her skill and her straightforward nature. Seema had heard about Rukmini’s barbershop from some of the other villagers, but she had never been inside. She had always gotten her hair cut at the salon in the nearby town, where the stylists were younger and more fashionable. But today, something was different. Today, Seema had decided that she wanted to do something drastic, something that would shock the villagers and make them talk. She had decided to shave her head completely bald. As she pushed open the door to the barbershop, a bell above the entrance jingled, and Rukmini looked up from the chair where she was shaving a young man’s face. Her eyes narrowed as she took in Seema’s appearance. Seema was dressed in a tight, red blouse and a pair of high-waisted jeans, clothes that were far too modern and revealing for the conservative village. Rukmini’s lips pursed in disapproval, but she said nothing. She simply gestured for Seema to take a seat. Seema sat down in the chair, her confidence unwavering. “I want to shave my head,” she said, her voice firm and clear. “Completely bald.” Rukmini raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that, girl?” she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. “You’re a young woman. Shaving your head is not something to be taken lightly. It’s not… ladylike.” Seema rolled her eyes. “I don’t care about being ladylike,” she snapped. “I just want it done.” Rukmini sighed and picked up her straight razor, the blade glinting in the light streaming through the window. “Fine,” she said. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” As Rukmini began to shave Seema’s head, the young woman couldn’t help but notice the way the barber’s hands moved with precision, the way the razor glided smoothly over her scalp. But there was something about Rukmini’s touch that felt… off. It was rough, almost deliberate, as if Rukmini was trying to make the process as uncomfortable as possible. “Hey, why aren’t you using any water?” Seema asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Isn’t that supposed to help the razor glide more smoothly?” Rukmini snorted. “Water is for the weak,” she said. “If you can’t handle a little discomfort, then maybe you shouldn’t have come here.” Seema frowned, but she said nothing. She had expected some resistance from Rukmini, but she hadn’t anticipated this level of hostility. As the razor scraped against her scalp, she could feel the heat from the blade, the friction causing a burning sensation that made her wince. “Does it hurt?” Rukmini asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, poor baby. You should have thought about that before you decided to shave your head.” Seema clenched her jaw, determined not to show any weakness. She had come too far to back down now. But as the minutes ticked by, the pain became increasingly unbearable. The razor felt like it was dragging across her scalp, and she could feel the heat radiating from the blade. She wanted to scream, to tell Rukmini to stop, but she refused to give the older woman the satisfaction. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rukmini stepped back and admired her work. Seema’s head was completely bald, the skin smooth and shiny in the light. But it was also red and irritated, the scalp tender from the rough shave. “There,” Rukmini said, her voice cold. “You got what you wanted. Now get out of my shop.” Seema stood up, her hands trembling with anger and pain. She could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to cry. She wouldn’t give Rukmini the satisfaction of seeing her break. As she walked out of the barbershop, the cool breeze on her scalp was a relief, but it did little to ease the burning sensation. She could feel the eyes of the villagers on her, their whispers following her as she walked through the streets. But Seema didn’t care. She had done what she set out to do, and she knew that no matter what anyone else thought, she had proven to herself that she was strong enough to handle anything. Over the next few days, Seema’s bald head became the talk of the village. Some people praised her for her boldness, while others criticized her for her defiance of tradition. But Seema didn’t let any of it faze her. She knew that she had made a statement, and that was all that mattered. As for Rukmini, the older woman seemed to take a strange satisfaction in Seema’s discomfort. She would often see Seema walking through the village, her bald head gleaming in the sunlight, and she would smile to herself. She had taught the young woman a lesson, and she knew that Seema would never forget the experience. But as time went on, Seema began to realize that the pain she had endured was worth it. She had proven to herself that she was capable of overcoming any obstacle, no matter how difficult. And as her hair began to grow back, she knew that she would never forget the day she had the courage to shave her head in Rukmini’s barbershop. In the end, Seema’s bold decision had changed her. She had faced her fears and come out stronger on the other side. 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Village headshave by female barber

It was Saturday. Seema and I were tired from office stress and planned to rest the whole day. No plans to go out to visit friends or such. I was lying on the Sofa reading, and She was searching for something in the cabinet. After a few minutes, she stopped. It seems she found it. Then she sat on the bed and started reading the book. The book looked old. Maybe it was from the time of her college. I went in and asked her, "What is that?" She looked at me and gave me a seductive smile. She said it was a storybook. She and her friend Priya used to write their fantasy into this book as stories. I asked her If I could read it. To which she replied, "Sure, but I doubt you will understand." My left eyebrow raised with curiosity and, then I took the book from her hand. She was correct. It was written in her regional language which didn't know how to read, write, or understand. I returned her book and went back to the living room. After some time she came and told me that she wanted to visit a village nearby. She had lots of memories of that place. I stared at her and said, “You planned to rest this weekend and now you are changing it.” She said with a convincing voice, “I know but, I want to go. Please… Please.” It is hard to say no after looking at those brown eyes. I agreed and we got ready. The village was not too far. It hardly took 2 hours to get there. We parked our car at the lodge and started exploring the places on foot. She was telling me about the places and her memories. While exploring we reached one place. It was a kind of religious place. People were carrying flowers, Coconuts, and other stuff. I asked Seema, “Is it a temple?” She didn’t reply, so I asked her again. This time she reacted as if she was in deep thought and I awoke her. She said, “Yes, it is. Why don’t you pray for your promotion?” I laughed and told her, “Ok, let's go.” I saw a big smile on her face and a strange look in her eyes. She said, “Really? You want to pray.” I don’t know what kind of question was there to think so much about praying. I said, “Yes.” Then she took me to the room next to the temple. It was a big hall. The crowd was less. She told me, “You have to cut your hair before going in.” I was a little confused hearing that. I never heard something like this before. I said, “Why? Is it necessary?” She said, “Yes, how can you ask for something without offering.” She was correct. It was just a haircut so I agreed. We went in and she took me to one lady sitting on the bench. Seema told her something in a different language. I couldn’t understand a word they spoke. While talking to Seema, that lady was looking at me and smiling. I didn’t know why she was doing it so I also smiled back so that she wouldn't feel bad. After discussing it with Seema, she said something to me, but I couldn’t understand, so I looked at Seema. Seema said,” “She is asking you to sit in front of her”. I sat down. Then that lady started spraying water on my hair. Meanwhile, Seema came to me and covered me with her scarf. I asked her, ” Why this scarf for a little haircut?” She said, “Sit quietly.” Now that lady bent my head and started spraying water on the back of my head. While doing that she was talking to Seema and laughing but, I didn’t understand a word they spoke. Then that lady stopped and Seema asked me to stay still and not lift my head. I was sitting there with my head down. Now that lady again placed her hand on my head and started setting my hair backward and in the front. Then after a pause of 2 to 3 seconds, I felt something different in the center of my head. It was like something was scraping my scalp. It happened again and this time was bigger than before. After a few strokes, a big pile of hair fell on the ground in front of my eyes. I knew that My head was getting shaved. In the same position, I asked Seema, “Is she shaving my head?” Seema laughed loudly and replied, “Yes, she is.” I asked her, “Why did you do this to me?” Seema slowly stopped laughing and said, “ “Come on. Don’t be a baby. It's just a head shave. Trust me after getting your head shaved you will look more handsome.” I didn’t know what to tell her so I kept quiet and got my head shaved. The razor was moving very swiftly and my hair was falling like crazy. Within a few minutes, she Shaved my head from the front, and then from the center, she started shaving toward the back. Now I knew why Seema wrapped me in her scarf. The shaved hair was still falling on my shoulder and then on the ground. A few minutes back the floor was so clean and it was completely covered in my shaved hair. After shaving my head completely, she ran the razor again on the back of my head, and then she made me look up. Before she could shave my head from the top, she started laughing and even Seema couldn’t hold herself and she joined her laugh too. I was feeling so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at that lady’s face. After a few seconds, she placed her hand on my shaved head and started shaving it again. She was making my shaved head smoother. After shaving and smoothing, she folded her straight razor and told Seema something. I guess she said that he's completely bald now. Seema said, “Get up. There is no hair on your head to shave.” I got up and started cleaning myself. While cleaning the barber lady came and started applying Sandalwood paste on my shaved head. I didn’t know what was happening so I asked her to stop. Seema quickly said, “She is applying Sandel's past. This is good for your shaved head.” After applying the past, Seema and I went to pray. After praying we came back to the lodge, got fresh, and headed back to our home. I was quiet this whole time. Seema started noticing this and said, “Why are you so quiet? Say something” I remain mute. Then she placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “I always wanted to see you in a bald look and I know it wouldn’t have agreed.” Then from my shoulder, she took her hand, placed it on my shaved head, and started rubbing it. It was feeling good but I didn’t want her to know that so I remained silent. After reaching home, Seema got busy preparing dinner and I continued reading my unfinished novel. Soon dinner was ready. Seema and I had dinner. I was in the kitchen doing dishes when Seema came from the back hugged me and said sorry. I stopped and turned toward her. Seema had some magic in her eyes. I looked into her eyes, smiled, and kissed her forehead. Soon I cleaned the dishes and went to Seema. She was sitting on the chair waving an oil bottle. I went to her and sat down and laid my head on her lap. First Seema ran both hands all over my shaved head, took some oil, and started massaging it. 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