The Depilation of Sarah by Dreadlocks
I remember when I was very young going with my father to the barber’s to watch my two older brothers get their summer haircuts. The smell in the shop was intoxicating, the mixture of tonics and shaving cream was permeating the air. Each of my brothers would take their turn in the chair and their three months of growth was reduced to the finest stubble in a matter of a minute. I was too young to realize what was happening, but I remember the tingling between my legs, in that spot that I was only just discovering was a source of pleasure. I remembered wishing that my father, with the same forcefulness that he used with my brothers would say, “Ok young lady, into the chair!” I would sit and imagine as the clippers ran over my brother’s heads that it was me in the chair, and I could almost feel the cold steel blades on my own scalp. One time I asked my father if I could have a haircut too. He just laughed and said that girls are supposed to have long hair, “And besides,” he said, “your mother would kill me.” He was probably right, my mother had always been so proud of my hair, teaching me how to brush each morning. It was long and blonde, almost down to my bottom. It wasn’t thick, so it lay perfectly flat against my head and then jet straight from there.
As I grew older I realized that my interest in haircutting was more than just a passing fancy, it was an obsession. As puberty began, I remember seeing those first wispy hairs on my mound and wishing that they would just go away. One day in the shower I noticed my mother’s safety razor on the soap dish. I picked it up and looked at it for a moment. “I’m going to do it,” I said, almost out loud. I moved the razor down to those wispy blonde hairs and began to shave myself for the first time. I was shaking slightly as the water from the shower ran over my body, washing the thin little hairs down my legs and down to the drain. I watched in amazement as my pussy became visible again to me as I had always remembered it, smooth and sleek. I slipped my finger into my folds and began to masturbate furiously, having the most intense orgasm in my life, up till then. I got out of the shower and cleaned the steam off the mirror and looked at myself. The contrast of my pointy, budding breasts and my hairless pussy was wonderful and at that moment I vowed to never have a hair there again.
That evening my mother came down from upstairs and said she needed to have a word with me, she seemed cross about something so I followed her up and into the bathroom. I was terrified that something was up as she picked up a paper towel with something on it. “You know, young lady, what these are, don’t you?” She held the paper towel out in front of my face. There, to my horror, was all my pubic hair, neatly piled up in the center of that towel. “Pull down your jeans and panties Sarah!” she said sternly. I was so scared at that moment that I began to cry as I lowered my jeans to my ankles and stood up. “And the panties, Sarah.” I winced as the words left her mouth. I slipped my fingers inside the waistband and slowly lowered them, exposing my now bald pussy to my mother’s disbelieving eyes. “Why did you do this Sarah? You look ridiculous you know. Why on earth would you want to shave off your pubic hair?”
I just looked at her and said, “I hated it, so I shaved it off, Mother.” I looked down at the hairs on the paper towel and in spite of my mother’s chastisement, found myself getting aroused at the sight of them. “I just like it this way. I don’t want to grow it back, please don’t make me Mother”
“Well, I just think it’s silly that you should want to look like a little girl, Sarah, but if it’s what you truly want, I guess I cannot stop you from doing it. Just remember to clean the tub afterwards, I don’t want to know about it.” She walked away and went back downstairs. I was still standing there with my jeans and panties around my ankles and I ran my fingers over my smooth mound. I picked up the paper towel with my pubic hair and neatly folded it with the hair inside. I wanted to keep the only pubic hair I was ever going to have.
During my school days there were a few embarrassing moments, especially in the locker room. I never explained to anyone why I didn’t have any hair there, but the rumors flew that I was a sex hound, and shaved it. I soon realized, however that I was not the only one that shaved. In the showers I began to see other girls with hairless pussies and that made me very happy. I no longer tried to hide the fact that I was shaved from the other girls and in turn they became more accepting of it, until no one even looked anymore.
Shortly after my seventeenth birthday I was the recipient of a large sum of money from the will of a relative. I won’t discuss the amount here but let’s just say it was very sizable. One day I was driving down Main Street and I noticed a sign in one the hair styling salons. “Electrolysis, remove that unwanted hair forever”. Of course I was intrigued. I eventually worked up the courage to go into the shop and ask about it. The young lady that talked to me was very friendly, and explained the process to me and then asked where the hair was that I wanted to have removed. I swallowed hard and said, “My pubic hair.”
“You want your bikini line done, I do a lot of that, dear,” she smiled.
“No, I want all my pubic hair removed.” The smile disappeared from her face and she said that she had never done that before, but she could certainly do it for me if that is what I wanted.
“You are over eighteen, aren’t you, dear?” I disappointedly shook my head and told her that I was only seventeen. “Well, we can still do it, I’ll just need your parent’s permission. One of them will have to come with you for the first visit.” Well I can tell you that there was no way that my mother was going to consent to this, no way, especially since I was going to be dipping into my inheritance to do it. My eighteenth birthday was only three months away, I could live with it until then. I made an appointment for the day after my birthday for the first visit. She had told me that the hair would need to be at least a quarter of an inch long. The time passed slowly and I remember driving by that shop, thinking about my permanently bald pussy all the time. Finally, my eighteenth birthday came. All I could think about was my appointment the next day. My mound was itchy and I could barely stand to have that nasty stubble all over it but I knew that it was necessary.
The next day I woke from a restless night and made ready to go to my appointment. As I entered the shop the young lady that greeted me the first time was nowhere to be seen, only a young man maybe a little older than me.
“Hi, you must be Sarah.” He smiled and asked me to accompany him to the back of the shop. There, in small room was what looked like an exam table from a doctor’s office, in fact that was exactly what it was, stirrups and all.
“Where is the lady that I made the appointment with, I thought….”
“Oh, she doesn’t do the electrolysis anymore, she’s the manager now. I do all the work.” He smiled and gestured me to sit up on the table. “I was trained by her so I know all her tricks.” I was more than just a little uncomfortable as I slipped off my jeans and panties and sat up on the table. He pulled out the stirrups and positioned them down. “Let’s have a look, shall we?” I slid up onto the table trying to conceal my stubbled pussy. He placed my feet into the stirrups and positioned them lower still so that my pussy was thrusting upwards into his face. I must have turned twenty shades of red. He took a seat on a stool between my legs and began to examine my hair patterns. “I’m going to start at the top and work down, Sarah, it isn’t too painful but you might want to grab the sides of the table so you don’t jump as we begin, ok?”
I nodded nervously. There I was with my pussy on display like it had never been before, on display for a young man barely older than me. I felt myself becoming aroused. Oh God no, not now, I thought. Then he rubbed some gel onto the hair and his touch made me jump a little. “Try to relax Sarah, I know you’re nervous, just trust me.” Somehow his words were soothing and I did begin to relax. I felt a little sharp pin prick and I knew we were beginning. After two hours he had completed a one-inch strip across the top of my mound. I looked down at my abbreviated bush and smiled.
“Do you want me to continue or do you want a break, Sarah?”
I nodded that I wanted him to keep going. He smiled and nestled back between my thighs. I started to get used to his face down there and began to imagine him licking me. I knew that I was starting to get aroused and soon it was evident to him as well. He smiled up at me and gently took a tissue and wiped my dew-covered lips. “Wouldn’t want a short, Sarah.” We both laughed nervously as he continued. After nearly five hours he had completed the entire mound, down to the top of my sex. “We’ll have to stop for today Sarah, we can continue at your next appointment.” We set it up for a week from that day and I could hardly wait for the day to arrive.
Tom, who had knowledge of me that no other man had experienced, was waiting for me patiently as I entered the shop. “Ready for some more, Sarah?” he laughed and walked me back to table. I stripped more comfortably now but not without a little bit of nervousness. Once again I was placed in the same position with my pussy thrusting upwards. Tom ran his hands over the area that he had done the week before. “Good no re-growth yet, Sarah, there will be some inevitably but hopefully very fine.” This time Tom spread a cream over my entire sex and explained that it was a topical anesthetic as this area was much more sensitive. Soon he was ready and my pussy was completely numb, a very weird feeling. I didn’t like it. It was a pleasure though, not to have that pin prick over and over. This session was almost six hours and when Tom was done, he held up a mirror for me to see. There, poking out from between my thighs was a completely hairless pussy. Tom smiled and helped me get dressed. We set up the next appointment for three months. As I was getting ready to go I jokingly sat in one of the styling chairs in the front of the shop.
“Cut it short, Tom!” I said, thinking back to my dad’s instructions for my brothers. As I started to get up, suddenly there was a cape thrown around me and a hand on my shoulder, guiding back into the chair. I felt a torrent of moisture in my pussy as Tom fastened the cape with the little clip, my long blonde hair cascading down the back of the chair.
“Ok, how short are we going Sarah?” I could see him in the mirror as he ran his hands through my hair. My streaming pussy was in the driver’s seat now as I looked into his eyes through the mirror.
“How about a crewcut Tom.” I was shaking, and my voice was too. Without so much as a wink, Tom had put an attachment on some clippers and had them poised on my forehead. He looked at me in the mirror and I unconsciously nodded. The next thirty seconds were a blur, hair was flying everywhere as Tom methodically stripped it from my head.
Suddenly there was silence. I looked at myself in the mirror and giggled. “Wow!” was all I could muster at the time, but Tom wasn’t finished. He took a smaller clipper and began to work on the back of my head and eventually the sides, taking my hair down to almost nothing. He then ran some lather into his hand and put it on the back of my head and then the sides. Using a straight razor he shaved my neck up to the base of my head and a full inch above my ears. As Tom was shaving my neck I pulled back the cape to find what I had suspected, the crotch of my jeans was completely soaked. I reached up to feel the skin laid bare by Tom’s blade, starting at the base of my neck and moving up and up. I audibly gasped as I realized how far up my neck was shaved. This was nothing like the haircuts that my brothers had, it was much shorter. I wanted to reach into my panties and have a massive orgasm right in the shop but I resisted the temptation. Instead, my pussy began to speak for me.
“You know Tom, I just love it! But what do you think about just a little shorter.”
Shorter? What was I saying? Tom’s eyes lit up as he grabbed for another set of clippers and a comb. He began working on the top, working the clippers over the comb, but I couldn’t see what he was doing as he had positioned himself between me and the mirror. After this he once again lathered my head, only this time everything but the very top got shaving cream. It felt warm and lovely as he began shaving once again. I could feel the blade at the back of my head at what I thought was the crown, and with short, deft strokes Tom shaved all the hair from the back of my head. It was then that I saw the top, it was mown down to the shortest stubble and in the middle, my scalp showed through like it was shaved. After Tom finished the back, he started on the sides, shaving them a full three inches over the tops of my ears. As he finished I looked at my head and my jaw dropped. All that was left was a horseshoe-shaped ring of hair on the very top and front of my head, the back and sides were completely bald. I looked like a marine boot! As I was admiring the look, I noticed that Tom had gone to the front of the shop and locked up, pulling the blinds and leaving us in seclusion. He then sat down in one of the waiting chairs.
“Go ahead, Sarah, it’s what you’ve wanted to do for quite some time,” he smiled and sat back in the chair. I could hold back no longer. I undid my jeans and slid them off, followed by my panties. Suddenly the room reeked of my sex as my slick naked bottom slid back into the chair. I slowly lifted off my top and my breasts fell into view in the mirror. As I kicked off my sandals I looked around, my hair was a pool of blonde streaks on the tiled floor, my clothes strewn on top. There I was completely naked in a barber chair, my hairless pussy streaming juices as I rubbed it slowly and delicately. I could hear something in the background but I was too wrapped up my pleasure, my eyes were closed. I could feel the warm moisture spreading over the crown of my head and then the rasp of the blade at my forehead as it made its way back with those short, deft strokes, till it met the hairless back. Each stroke brought me closer and closer to orgasm, audibly moaning now as my head was laid totally hairless. As my orgasm reached its peak I felt Tom guide my free hand to my head and run it over its glassy smooth surface. My orgasm was uncontrolled and I was screaming in the chair as I came, over and over, one hand frantically rubbing my slick pate and the other my shiny pussy. Soon it was over and I could only lie there, exhausted, my most incredible fantasy come true.
As I was leaving the shop, Tom approached me and ran a hand over my bald head. “Remember Sarah, it has to be a quarter of an inch long for our next session.”
Désastre – Louise
Cette histoire s’est passer il y a maintenant un an.
J’avais quatres de mes amies qui étaient jalouse de mes cheveux car j’avais les cheveux jusqu’aux fesses et ils étaient sans défault, noir et couper au carré.
Un jour mes amies m’ont fait une fête parce que je devais me mariée dans un mois.
La fête se passait chez une de mes amies et 10 minutes après mon arrivée elle m’ont amené dans une petite chambre me disant qu’elle avaient quelque chose à me montrer. Quand je suis arrivé dans la chambre, il y avait une table avec des produits dessus et il y avait aussi une chaise dans cette chambre. Quatre de mes amies m’ont entouré et m’ont assise sur la chaise et m’ont attacher solidement sur cette chaise avec du tape très résistant, J’avais les deux bras taper aux bras de la chaise ainsi que les deux jambes taper aux deux pattes de la chaise.
Je ne pouvais donc plus bouger. Etelle m’ont dit que si je ne me laissait pas faire ce serait encore pire.
Ensuite elles m’ont montrer les produits pour me faire peur car il y avait de la teinture pour cheveux, de la peinture en spray, un sac de plâtre, du ciment, de la colle et beaucoup d’autre chose. Une d’entre elle à pris un grand bol, et là remplie de plâtre et de ciment avec de l’eau et elle l’a brasser pour faire une pâte lisse.
Elles m’ont ensuite dit qu’elles allaient mettre ça sur mes cheveux et qu’elles me laveraient les cheveux dans 20 minutes et que ça s’enlevait très bien car elle avaient déjà fait l’expérience sur la tête d’une de leur amies. Deux d’entre elles ont pris un pinceau et ont commencer a mettre cette pâte sur ma tête et sur toute la longueur de mes cheveux ainsi que sur mon toupet tout près des yeux. La pâte était très clair et ça allait jusqu’à la racine des cheveux. Elles ont ensuite remonté tous mes cheveux sur la tête en y mettant encore cette pâte et a la fin elles ont mis le reste de la pâte sur ma tête et il y en avait beaucoup et j’avait les oreilles bien prise, car elles avaient mis de cette pâte sur mes oreilles aussi.
Je pensait qu’elles avaient terminées mais elles ont encore fait de la pâte mais plus épaisse cette fois ci. Elles m’en n’ont encore remis sur ma tête pour que je ne vois plus un seul de mes cheveux. J’avais environ 8 centimètres de pâtes par dessus mes cheveux parce que devant moi et derrière moi il y avait un miroir et je les voyait faire. C’était très lourd. Elles avaient donner une belle forme a cette pâtes presque sans défaut qui semblait moins liquide qu’au début.
Ensuite elles ont quitter la chambre pour environ 20 minutes et là j’étais seul. On aurait dit que cette pâtes devenait chaude et durcissait rapidement parce que j’essayait de bouger le front et vu que mes sourcil était pris dans cette pâte ça ne bougeait plus et ça faisait mal.
A leur arrivé, une d’entre elle a toucher a la pâte qui était très très dur et elles m’ont ensuite mis de l’eau sur la tête pour l’enlever le plus vite possible et elle ne comprenait plus rien. C’était très dur et rien à faire. Elles m’ont détacher et j’ai touché et effectivement rien ne bougeait, même la pâte sur mes oreille ne se cassait pas.
Je me suis mise directement sous la douche et le plâtre ne s’enlevait pas.
Cette nuit là, j’ai dormis avec une serviette mouille sur ce plâtre me disant que j’allais l’enlever le lendemain matin et il était encore plus dur. Impossible de faire des égratignure dessus. Si j’essaie de bouger cette masse de plâtre, rien a faire ça ne bouge pas du tout et si j’insistait j’avais du mal.
J’étais très découragée et je ne savais plus quoi faire. J’aurais mieux aimer me faire teindre en blonde, ça aurait été moins désastreux.
Une semaine plus tard, j’ai du faire couper le plâtre et j’ai du me faire couper les cheveux complètement. Un rasage complet de mes cheveux a été fait. J’ai du porter une perruque les premiers mois et un ans aprés mes cheveux ont repousser. Je ne souhaiterais pas ça à personne d’avoir du plâtre sur les cheveux au complet.