Female headshave in barbershop By Priya Aunty with straight razor

The afternoon air smelled jasmine as it wove through the narrow streets of the bustling neighborhood. A stray cat lazily strolled along the edge of the sidewalk, pausing now and then to stretch its legs and arch its back in a display of feline elegance. Children's laughter echoed from a distant playground, mingling with the occasional honk of a car and the rhythmic thud of a ball against a wall. It was an ordinary day in the small town, where the sun painted the houses a warm, inviting gold. Priya Aunty's salon, tucked away in a corner, was a place where women sought refuge from the outside world. Its walls were adorned with fading posters of Bollywood stars, their hair sweeping the pages like silk ribbons. The floor was a mosaic of tiny tiles, cool underfoot, and the mirrors reflected the myriad emotions that played across the faces of her clients. Today, however, the salon was unusually quiet. The chairs stood empty, the hair dryers silent, and the scissors remained untouched. Priya Aunty, a robust woman with a heart as warm as the chai she brewed, had a secret. For years, she had been the town's confidante, a silent witness to countless whispers and tears. Her salon was not just a place for a trim or a new shade of kajal. It was a sanctuary, where secrets were shared and hearts unburdened. But today, she was the one who needed to confess. Her hand trembled as she picked up the shiny, new pair of a straight razor she had bought from the market. They were a stark contrast to the familiar warmth of her scissors, but she knew this was what she had to do. The door creaked open, and a young woman named Anita stepped in. She had been coming to Priya Aunty since she was a little girl, her long, thick hair a testament to the care and attention she had received here. But today, she looked different. There was a determination in her eyes that was unfamiliar, a tightness around her mouth that spoke of a decision made with a heavy heart. She took a seat in the chair that had held so many before her and spoke the words that had brought her here: "I need a smooth head shave." Priya Aunty's hand paused in mid-air, the Razor hovering above Anita's head like an unspoken question. She had heard such requests before, usually from women who had taken religious vows or those facing health issues. But Anita was neither. She was young, married, and had always been so proud of her hair, a crown of dark, glossy waves that reached her waist. Setting down the Straight razor, Priya Aunty took a moment to gather her thoughts. She studied Anita's reflection in the mirror, searching for the pain or sorrow that often accompanied such a drastic change. But all she saw was resolve. "What happened, sweety?" she asked gently. "Why do you want to shave your head?" Anita took a deep breath, her eyes misting over. "My husband," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "He... he doesn't like it anymore." The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of a thousand unspoken hurts. Priya Aunty's heart squeezed in her chest. She knew the stories of men who dictated their wives' beauty, but she had hoped Anita would be spared such misery. "But why?" she pressed, hoping to understand. "He says it's not 'proper' for a married woman to have hair like this," Anita replied, her voice tight with unshed tears. "He wants me to look 'respectable'." Priya Aunty's eyes flashed with a fierce protectiveness. "Your beauty is not for his approval, Anita. It's yours. But if this is what you truly wish..." With a nod from Anita, Priya Aunty picked up the straight razor once more, her hands steady now with a newfound purpose. She had seen enough of the world's cruelty to know that sometimes, a head shave was more than just a change of style. It was an act of rebellion, a declaration of self-worth. As she started spraying water on Anita's hair, the spraying water sound whispered a promise of transformation. Anita closed her eyes, bracing herself for the cold kiss of the blade. The first lock of hair fell to the floor like a silent tear, a stark reminder of the life she was leaving behind. Priya Aunty worked with care, her touch as gentle as she could manage while shaving Anita's head. The air grew thick with the scent of freshly shorn hair, a scent that usually brought joy and excitement but now carried the bitterness of sacrifice. As the minutes ticked by, the pile of hair grew, a testament to the years of growth and memories attached to each strand. Anita felt lighter with every glide of razor on her head as if shedding layers of an identity she no longer recognized. The bald portion and razor momentum grew more intense, a metronome to the rhythm of her racing thoughts. She thought of the times she had twirled her hair around her fingers as a little girl, the joy it had brought her when her mother would lovingly brush it out, and the pride she felt walking down the street with her head held high. Priya Aunty noticed the change in Anita's demeanor, from resignation to something akin to liberation. Her eyes remained on the task, but her mind was with the woman in the chair, understanding the silent battle being waged. When the last of the hair had been shorn, she gently draped a soft towel around Anita's bare shoulders and handed her a mirror. Anita's eyes searched her reflection, a stranger bald looking back, yet there was a spark of defiance in her gaze that hadn't been there before. The mirror passed back and forth, the two women studying the new image that stared back. "You are still beautiful," Priya Aunty said firmly. "Your hair does not define you. Your strength does." Anita took a deep breath, her chin lifting slightly, the weight of the words sinking in. As the last strands fell away, the salon was filled with an odd stillness. The only sound was the rubbing of the straight razor against Anita's scalp. With each pass, it was as if the burden of societal expectations was being shaved off with her hair. The room grew cooler as the minutes ticked by, the air conditioner humming in the background, a stark contrast to the heat of the situation. When Priya Aunty finally placed the straight razor down, Anita reached up tentatively, feeling the smoothness of her smooth bare bald head. It was an alien sensation, yet surprisingly freeing. She had never felt so exposed and yet so powerful at the same time. The reflection in the mirror was stark, a symbol of the transformation she had undergone. Her eyes searched Priya Aunty's face for judgment, but she found only warmth and understanding. The Peiya Aunty placed her hand on Anita's shoulder. "Remember, Sweety, beauty is not just what you see here," she said, gesturing to the mirror. "It is what is inside you that truly shines." Anita nodded, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped her lashless eyes.

Headshave Night by Seema

In the heart of the city, where shadows danced along the cobblestone streets, there stood a dimly lit, somewhat mysterious barber shop that buzzed with a peculiar energy. The flickering neon sign above the door read "Seema's Salon," its pink glow beckoning the adventurous and the curious alike. On a chilly night, Ron stood before the entrance, his breath visible in the frosty air. Hesitant but needing a quick trim, he pushed open the heavy wooden door, its brass bell tinkling lightly. The shop's interior was draped in shadows, the only illumination coming from a row of vintage sconces that cast a warm, amber glow around the room. Seated in a grand old barber chair was Seema, a bold and persuasive woman with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that exuded confidence and allure. As Ron hesitantly approached her, she greeted him with a sly smile, her gaze lingering on his unkempt locks. "Welcome, Ron," Seema purred, her voice smooth as satin. "Looking for a little touch-up, are we?" Ron nodded, his nerves prickling beneath his skin. He had heard whispers about Seema's unique methods, her penchant for head shaving, and her mesmerizing charm that captivated even the most hesitant of customers. But he pushed those thoughts aside, telling himself it was just a haircut—a simple, straightforward haircut. Seema, however, had other plans. As she combed her fingers through Ron's hair, her touch sending shivers down his spine, she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "You know, Ron," she whispered, her voice laced with mischief, "I specialize in a certain style of haircut. Something sleek and smooth." Ron swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. Sensing his hesitation, Seema's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory glint. "Trust me, Ron," she charmed her voice like a velvet caress. "You won't regret it. It's an experience unlike any other." As Ron protested weakly, Seema's persistence grew, her words weaving a hypnotic spell around him. Before he knew it, he found himself seated in the barber chair, a crisp white cape draped over his shoulders, the scent of sandalwood and musk enveloping him like a gentle fog. With steady hands, Seema retrieved a gleaming straight razor from a polished mahogany shelf, the blade catching the light in a mesmerizing dance. As she drew the razor closer to Ron's scalp, a thrill of both fear and anticipation shot through him, his pulse quickening in his ears. The first stroke of the razor was like a gentle kiss against his skin, the cool steel leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Ron's eyes widened in surprise as his once-full mane fell to the floor in soft tufts, a sense of exhilaration tingling in his veins. The soft sound of the razor filled the room, a soothing lullaby that seemed to quiet the doubts and fears that had plagued Ron moments before. Seema's touch was both tender and precise, her action of shaving Ron's head with a straight razor, cleaning hair off the scalp, and displaying the smooth shaved head. As the last of Ron's hair tumbled to the ground, he felt a weight lift from his head, a newfound lightness that filled him with an unexpected sense of freedom. Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the sensation, allowing himself to be swept away by the intoxicating rhythm of the razor against his skin and Seema's touch on a portion of the shaved head. After Seema finally stepped back, her work complete, Ron opened his eyes to gaze upon his reflection in the mirror. The Smooth shaved head, shiny glow on the head, and gleaming skin met his gaze, a stark contrast to the tousled hair that had adorned his head just moments before. A mix of surprise and satisfaction felt across his features, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. In that moment, Ron realized that sometimes, the most transformative experiences come from embracing the unexpected, from letting go of control and surrendering to the unknown. He was thinking why didn't he shave his head before. Ron knew that he would always carry a piece of Seema's salon with him—a memory of a night filled with desire, persuasion, and the heady thrill of surrender. And with that, he stepped out into the night, his bare scalp catching the moonlight like a beacon, while Seema stood at the door smiling and watching Ron's smooth shaved head while he was going.

Headshaved by roadside barber

It was afternoon and I was in school scratching my head recursively. That's when my teacher walked to me and saw my head. My scalp was red due to continuous stitching. Her home was close to my home so one day she visited me and asked me to call my mother. In a few minutes, my mother came out and they started talking. But before they began talking my mother asked me to go and make tea for both of them. I was in the kitchen making tea when the teacher informed my mother about my itchy scalp and bruises happened due to that.  Then my mother looked at me in the kitchen, even then I was scratching my scalp. Now, my mother started getting worried, and after thinking the whole night she came up with the solution. The next day it was Sunday and no school. In the afternoon when the crowd on the street is less, she asked me to get ready as we are going to market. I did the same and while going she took one scarf. I asked why this scarf but she did not answer and we left. While walking in the market we saw the crowd was less but the barber shop was filled. Well, the solution my mother had in her mind was needed a barber but as the barber shop was full we had to come back. While coming we saw one barber who had a small shop under the tree. She took me there and asked me to sit on the chair which was placed in front of the mirror. I refused but my mother forced me to sit. I was very upset. I told her I didn't want to cut my hair but she refused and said that I had an itchy scalp and that if we don't do anything now it may get worse. At last, I agreed and sat on the chair but I told her I won't cut it too short. I sat on a chair then my mother said something in the barber's ear but I could not hear it. The barber nodded his head and came to me and put the white cape on my body leaving my head. Then he took water and started spraying water on my hair. Then he went in front of me and started taking a comb, a scissor, and a straight razor. He came and stood behind me and started combing my long hair. Then suddenly he took the straight razor and started shaving my head from the top. For a few seconds, I didn't know how to react but then I started crying. I tried to get up with a partially shaved head when my mother came and held me back and scolded me. I sat there crying, the barber was running a straight razor on my head making me bald. I was watching myself getting my head shaved bald. The center portion was completely shaved bald. My mother was watching my head shave to make sure there was no hair left on my head and it was shaved as smooth as it could.  After shaving my head, the barber dusted the powder on my shaved head and then cleaned it with the brush. Then my mother paid the barber and handed me the scarf to cover my shaved head. While going home people were staring at me and a few women even asked my mother to which my mother responded that due to hair treatment, I shaved my head. I wasn't able to sleep because the next day I had to go to school with the same shaved bald head.

Head shaved by a bald woman

That day, I was feeling very uneasy. I wanted to do something to quench my thirst for headshave. I was working very hard to hold my urge toward headshave, but today it was getting worse. I saw an article in the newspaper placed in front of me. The article stated if you need fun call this number and the number was listed below. I never tried such services before but today I was not in control and thought of trying it. This might help me to suppress my urges for headshave. I called that number, there was a woman on another line, she asked me if I had any preferences. I didn't know what to say so I replied stating I am good with whatever they offer. Then she took my address and disconnected the call. After one hour my doorbell rang. I opened the door and there she was, a beautiful blond-haired woman. She came in and started asking me what I wanted to do. I told her that this was my first time. She laughed and said not to worry she would take care of it. Then she came and stood in front of me and said would it be fine if she took off her wig. I said yes. Then she removed the wig. I was surprised to see her without a wig. Her head was smooth shaved. no hair at all on her head. My eyes were stuck on her shaved head. She came to me and said, she shaved her head today for one of the clients, he had wired fantasy. I was still looking at her shaved head. Then she came closer to me and without her permission, I placed my head on her and started rubbing it. Within a few seconds, she knew that even I had a thing for shaved heads. She said that she thought I would call for a replacement as she was bald, but it turned out to be different. I told her that I didn't want to do anything to her but just wanted to talk about her head shaving experience. She gave me a strange look but came and sat next to me and then she said that she was fine with that. She started narrating her experience of shaving her head in front of a client with a razor. Rubbing oil on her shaved head and massaging it. Then I asked if she would shave my head if I paid her extra. She said yes, it is better than what she usually does. Then she asked me if I had any head shaving tools. I replied stating no. Then she asked me if we could go to her place. I agreed to her offer and we went. Her house was neat and clean. She asked me to wait in the living room while she prepared the place. Once the place was set up she called me in. It was a closed room, colored red, and one chair was placed in the center room with straps on it. She made me sit on the chair and tied me. Then she placed a straight razor, bowl of water in front of me. She took some water and started massaging my head. I closed my eyes. Then I asked her if she could place a mirror in front of me so I could see myself getting my head shaved. She agreed and placed a mirror in front. I was watching her standing behind me and massaging my head. Then she took the straight razor and the moment she was about to shave my head I stopped her. I asked her if she could remove her wig and shave my head. I wanted to see her shaved head while she was shaving mine. I smiled and removed the wig and threw it in the corner. Now it was time, she placed the straight razor in the middle of my head and started shaving it. I could hear the sound of hair scraping off my scalp. The feeling of a blade running on the scalp and making it bald. The hair falling on the ground and the cold wind kissing my shaved scalp. I never thought of getting my head shaved like this. She did not judge me and agreed to my fantasy, I was happy to find her. Once she was done shaving my head from the top, she bent my head and started shaving it from the back. The shaved hair fell on her feet and covered her sandals. After shaving my head I saw myself in the mirror. My head was smooth and bald. She was standing next to me rubbing her hand on my shaved head while I was looking at her and her shaved bald head. Then she untied me and the first thing I did was rub my hand on my shaved head. Then she bent her head and asked me to rub her head. I did and found that she shaved my head smoother than her. Then she asked me to take a bath with her where she cleaned the shaved hair off my body. I was rubbing her bald head and kissing her while she was doing the same. After the shower, I asked her if she would shave my head again. She said that she would surely shave my head but could not assure me that she would be holding the same bald head look that she had now and we both started laughing.

Headshave in office

It was past 7 pm. I was working in the office hoping everyone would leave, but I was wrong. That's when I heard the sound of a switch. I saw my boss Seema walking out of the cabin. While walking toward the exit, she saw me, came to me, and asked me why I was still in the office. The office was closed. I replied to her saying we are close to the deadline of the ongoing project which needs to be completed by today. She responded to it by stating that the project deadline was extended by a few weeks so we have ample time to work on it. Then she asked if I would like to accompany her for coffee. I agreed and we both left. While chatting over coffee we discussed our past, likes, and hobbies. I told her that its deadline had been extended. I wasn't completely ready for the presentation. Then she asked me what issues, to which I replied that I needed time to go over the presentation. And look at me, I look like a mess. I wanted to visit a barbershop for a haircut. Hearing that Seema went mute for a while and said, what kind of haircut you were thinking? I replied nothing fancy, just a side fade. Then Seema said, what about completely clean? I didn't get it at first but later I got what she said and I started laughing and replied, Well I can do it but maybe not look good with a shaved head. Seema said you cannot conclude without doing it. I was looking into Seema's eye and said, I will try it once our meeting is over. Seema got excited hearing that and said, Why wait till that day? Let's shave your head and trust me you will look very handsome. I was puzzled hearing Seema's determination to shave my head. I told her if she wanted me to shave my head, then I will shave my head tomorrow. But Seema didn't want to wait and she insisted on getting it done right away. I was thinking about this and Seema again asked me to get up and shave my head. I was out of options so I agreed and we left the coffee shop. While walking I saw one barbershop so I headed toward it but Seema stopped me and said where are you going. I told her that I was going to the barbershop to shave my head. Then Seema said that she thought I would let her shave my head. Now things were getting strange. I asked her if she really wanted to shave my head. To which she responded by saying yes. Now as I already agreed to shave my head, I went with her to her house because that was the place where she planned to shave my head. After reaching her home she asked me to wait in the living room. Meanwhile, she went into another room and brought one box. She opened that box and removed a straight razor and some shaving cream. I asked her why she had a straight razor. She said that she used it to shave her legs. Well, that was weird, she could have used the hair removal cream, but anyway, it was her choice. Then she walked behind me and started applying the shaving cream on my dry hair. The shaving cream was falling on my clothes but she asked me not to worry, she would clean it later. After covering my head in shaving cream she lifted the straight razor and opened it swiftly. Then she placed it in the middle of my head and started shaving it toward my back. One big chunk of shaved hair fell on my back. The place where she ran the razor felt different. She slowly shaved my head from the top and once it was completely shaved, she shaved my head from the back. Once it was done from the back, she shaved both sides as well. Now My head is completely shaved. Then sat in front of me and said I was right. You look more handsome with a shaved head. I told Seema that I had my head shaved in the past but only with a clipper, this was the first time I got my head shaved with a straight razor. Then Seema asked me to change my clothes. She had unisex tracksuits which I put on. Then she asked me to leave and she will get my clothes in the office. I left and went home rubbing my smooth shaved head. Next day everyone was laughing and asking me about my shaved but I did not tell anyone how and who shaved my head. Today again I waited in the office until everyone left the office except Seema. Then Seema walked to me and returned my clothes, rubbed her hand on my shaved head and said, she was thinking I should give a presentation with a shaved head. It will make a very good impression. Then I asked her when the presentation was. Seema said that it is next week. It means she will shave my head again next week. That will be fun.

Seema asked Priya to shave her head

Seema sat at her office desk, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of her. Every sound around her seemed muted as her mind wandered to the bold decision she had contemplated for days. She had always wanted to shave her head, the thought both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. The desire to feel the cool air on her bare scalp, the freedom of shedding her locks, no hair on her head, looking at her smooth shaved head in the mirror, it all seemed so alluring. But there was a voice of doubt in her mind, whispering tales of societal norms and expectations. Would she look strange? Would people judge her? These questions tugged at her, pulling her away from the edge of making the decision she truly wanted. That's when Priya Aunty came to her mind. Priya was the experienced barber at the beauty parlor Seema frequented, a woman known for her skillful hands and compassionate nature. Seema remembered how Priya had always listened to her client's desires and fears, guiding them through each cut and style with patience and understanding. With a newfound determination, Seema made her way to the beauty parlor that evening. Priya greeted her with a warm smile, sensing the apprehension in Seema's eyes. As they sat down, Seema hesitantly broached the subject of a head shave. Priya's eyes widened in surprise listening to Seema's desire to shave her head bald and smooth, but she could see the longing and uncertainty in Seema's gaze. She listened intently as Seema poured out her thoughts, her fears, and her desires. And in that moment, Priya knew that she had to be the one to help Seema realize her dream and shave her head bald. With a reassuring nod, Priya led Seema to the chair and prepared her tools. Then she poured water on her hair to make them wet. Now without wasting time, Priya took the straight razor and started shaving Seema's head. As the first strands of hair fell to the floor, Seema felt a rush of emotions overwhelm her. The feeling of the Straight razor shaving her scalp smooth and her head shaving her scalp was like a promise of liberation. After running the razor all over Seema's head, her head was free from all the hair from her head. Now there was a smooth and shiny shaved head that Seema dreamed of having. As the last of her hair was shaved away, Seema opened her eyes to meet her reflection. She saw not just a bald head, but a woman who had embraced her true self, unburdened by the weight of expectations. A smile graced her lips as she tentatively raised a hand to touch her smooth shaved bald scalp, feeling the rush of exhilaration and joy flood her senses. Priya stood back, her eyes shining at the transformation she had helped Seema in her decision to shave her head. In that moment, Seema realized that sometimes, it takes a leap of faith and a helping hand to uncover the true beauty that lies within. Seema left the beauty parlor that night, the cool night air caressing her bald head, Seema knew that she had found a newfound sense of freedom and confidence in her journey of self-discovery.

Headshave Roleplay

Seema was in a big house owned by Ron. One day, Ron came from the office and sat on a chair in the living room. Seema quickly came holding a glass full of water. Then Ron said, "I am feeling very tired, massage my head". Seema did as asked by her master. While massaging Ron said, "What do you think about my hair?". Seema replied in a scared tone, " Your hair looks good master." Then Ron said, "Is that what you think? Now go and bring me the silver box placed in the bedroom." Seema quickly went and brought the box and placed it in front of Ron. Then Ron said in a dominating voice, "Do you know how to shave?" Seema kept her head down and said, " No, master. I don't know." Then Ron said, " Then let me teach you. Open the box and remove all the things on the table." Seema quickly opened the box and found there was a straight razor in the box, which she removed and placed on the table. Then Ron instructed Seema to get some water and shaving foam. Seema went into the room and returned after a few minutes holding a jar of water and a bottle of shaving foam. After seeing Seema had brought all the required items, Ron asked Seema to put some water on his head and make his hair wet. Seema took some water from the jar and sprinkled it on Ron's head. Then she started massaging his head. Once his hair was wet, Ron asked Seema to take shaving foam and rub it on his head. Seema took a handful of shaving foam and rubbed it on Ron's head until his head was completely covered in the shaving foam. Now it was time to main action. Ron closed his eyes and asked Seema to shave his head and keep shaving until Ron's head was shaved smooth. Seema picked the Straight razor and stood behind. Then she placed the razor in the front of his forehead and started shaving it toward the back, which drew a big shaved scalp line in the center of Ron's head. Ron smiled due to the feeling of getting his scalp shaved. The Seema again ran razon in the same direction. After every stroke of the razor, she was wiping off the shaved hair on her palm. After a few strokes of the straight razor, Ron's center middle part was completely shaved. Then Seema bent his head and started shaving it from the back. This time half of his shaved hair fell in the back and stuck between the chair and his body. Seema was slowly running a razor on his head making his head bald. After some time his back portion was also shaved bald. Now there was no hair left in his head except both sides which Seema shaved with a few strokes of a razor. Then Ron opened his eyes, looked at Seema, and asked, "Now tell me, how do I look with a shaved head?" Seema said, " Master, you are looking very handsome." Then Ron asked Seema to come closer and rub his shaved head. Seema walked closer to Ron, placed her hands on his shaved head, and started rubbing his head. While rubbing his shaved head Seema came in front of Ron, sat in his lap, and kissed him while her hands were still running on his smooth shaved head. Then Ron said, "So how was it?" Seema said looking into Ron's eye, "It was awesome. I like shaving your head." Then Ron said, "You can shave my head as many times as you want." Then Seema said, "After two weeks we will again shave your head but this time I will be your mistress, so it is better you obey me and get your head shaved by me nicely." Ran replied looking at her, " Yes, Mistress." Then they both laughed and continued kissing.