I had a client come in today, with long, flowing locks that reached down to her waist. She seemed hesitant as she sat in my chair, fidgeting nervously as I draped the cape around her. I could tell she was reluctant to let go of her precious hair, but that only fueled my excitement.
Without warning, I grabbed a pair of scissors and began chopping away at her strands. She gasped in horror as chunks of hair fell to the floor around us. Her protests only made me more determined to give her the drastic transformation she needed.
As she tried to squirm out of my grasp, I quickly secured restraints on the chair and continued mercilessly cutting away at her locks. The look of shock and betrayal in her eyes only served to arouse me further.
With each snip of the scissors, I felt a rush unlike anything else. The power I held over this woman was intoxicating; knowing that she had no choice but to submit to my desires sent shivers down my spine.
Finally, when all that remained were short tufts of hair scattered across her head like stubble on a shaved scalp - completely bald - did I feel satisfied. The tears streaming down her face only added fuel to the fire burning within me.
Forced Hair Cutting isn't just about giving someone a new look; it's about asserting dominance and control over another person's body without their consent or permission. Ivy is here for you!