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Surprise by JP


It all strated about a year ago after school. Jen
lead me home thinking we were going to study for my big math exam the next day. On the way home,
she ran her fingers though my thick brown hair over and over again the whole way there.
When we got there, she lead me into my empty house, locked the door,
and closed the curtains. I knew something was up when we went to the kitchen table and
she swiveled a chair around and told me to sit there and be quiet, she would be right back.
Upon return, she was wearing nothing but a robe and she had a
blind fold and rope in her hands. She ordered me to take my shirt
and pants off and sit in the chair in only my boxers. Hey, she
likes to get kinky sometimes and trust me, I dont mind. She put the
blindfold over my eyes and told me to put my hands behind my
back, she tied them tight to the chair and then put a rope around my legs and
my chest. Finally, she removed the blindfold.
She told me to sit there and be quiet as she left the room. She then
returned shortly after being careful not to let me see what she had in her
hands. She came up behind me and started to run the hands through my hair
again. `I love the feel of my hands running through your hair, and I know
that you like it too. I think that I almost like it more then running my hands
over the hair when it is short and rough.` She loved my hair when it was cut
shorter down to a #1 on the back and sides but now I have grown it out to
three inches on top and a half an inch on the sides.
`I wish just once you would let me shave your head so I could could feel
rough bristly hair all over your head, just once. Just buzz it right off.` as
she ran her hands from the front to the back making a buzzing noise wiht her
mouth. `Sorry, but that is not going to happe...`.
`Did I tell you that you could talk? I am in control now!`
As I sat there defenceless and in her complete control, she came to the
front of me and dropped her robe. She reached behind me and picked something
up. She revealed to me my oster fast feed clippers. She sat down and stratled
my legs. I loved the feel of her soft skin touching mine. She teased me by
turning the clippers on then off then on the off again. Her soft genlte hand
touched the back of head with a firm grip. She turned the clippers on and
moved them towards the center of my head. Suddenly, i felt them touch
my forehead along
with the soft touch of her lips and she wispered into my ear: `I love you but
you are going bald.`
I felt the clippers move foward in a slow smooth relaxing motion, and my
eyes closed as soon as I heard the tone of the buzz change to a richer, deeper
sound. The cold steel moved ever so slowly to the back of my head leaving
only a white, long, narrow path of sandpapery stubble. The motion was repeated
over and over again with her hand moving across my head after evey pass. She
finished the job then stood up in front of me and coressed my bald head.
`I have always wondered what it felt like to run my hand over a
bald head and it is
wonderful.` As she stood in front of me with the silent clippers in her hand
and the most sadisitc smile on her face, I could tell she trying to think of
what to shave next. As I sat there and watched in a super realxed state, I
heard the clippers spring to life again. She came over to me, sat back down
stratling my knees once again and lifted the clippers. I was shocked when she
stared me right in the eyes and turned the clippers on herself. She placed
the red buzzing clippers at the base of her hairline and with an intenese
smile into my eyes, she moved them across her head, right down the middle
very slowly leaving a strip of stubble just like mine.
She then untied me and stood me up, she sat down, handed me the
clippers and I finshed buzzing every last inch of her long brown hair off her
beautiful head.
After that day, she buzzed me head in the same mannor every friday
afternoon but grew her hair out at my request. I have always wondered what
it would be like to buzz her every friday also. I have learned to love the
feeling of a fresh buzzcut but I dont know if I will ever love as much as I did
on her!




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