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The cape by robin92

This story is not about one particular haircut but more of a description of what the cape means for the haircutting process and for someone like me who has a specific kink about it.

Whenever I walk through the city and come across a few barber shops I always like to take a look inside at those men sitting in the barber chairs and getting their haircuts. What intrigues me the most however is the moment when I catch to see a man who is wrapped up in a cutting cape. Sometimes the barber puts on a paper strip around the customer’s neck first. Then with a quick move he throws the cape over his client and closes it tightly. I always feel incredibly lucky when I get to attend this particular moment. Once confident men who have walked into the barber shop and sat in the chair appear to look vulnerable and intimidated when only their head is to be seen and their bodies are fully covered under the soft piece of fabric. It marks the moment when the mens’ fate is sealed, there is no turning back and they are left in the hands of the barber’s will of how they will end up looking, not entirely sure their vision of their requested haircut is actually turning out as they wanted. In this moment they lose the control of their hair and only the barber knows how they will look when they leave the shop.

I sometimes wait a few minutes in front of a barber shop to see if I can spot a man who has just taken a seat and is about to be caped. I then envision myself to be in the situation and imagine what haircut I would end up with. When choosing a barber shop for my own haircut I do take a closer look at the capes they use. For example I favor capes made out of shiny or shimmering fabric like nylon or satin. The soft feeling on my arms and hands when I am covered in it and the luxurious look makes me feel special and always arouses me in a way beyond comparison. Even the color of the cape matters to me. There is nothing wrong with a classic black cape but when I get the chance to be wrapped up in a golden or silver cape I’d gladly take the opportunity.

When I enter a barber shop I look forward to the moment when the barber takes the cape to cover my body along with the chair I have taken a seat in. I always want to internalize every aspect of this often brief moment to get the exact second of the loss of control over my appearance. When I see myself in the mirror I feel most excited of what is about to happen next. I feel trapped. Any way of getting out of this without actually getting my hair cut would lead to an awkward dialogue with the barber and a feeling of embarrassment. So I have to bide my time. For me a cape is not just an aid for protecting the hair from falling onto my clothes. It is the symbol for the start of an exciting process that leads to a change in my appearance. A process I have been intrigued with for as long as I can remember and which gives me the chills as well as a hard on whenever I just think of it.

When the haircut starts I watch the water of the spray bottle leaving some drops on the cape flowing down. The scissors cut long strands of hair that are falling onto the cape and resting in my lap or sliding down the shiny soft fabric and onto the floor. Clippers let small bristles cover the cape and show me the result of the process, of the fate I have accepted when I have taken a seat and the cape has been put tightly around my neck. I don’t want this to end. I feel so vulnerable yet so excited and aroused. It is haircut heaven for me…

Then it is all over and the barber removes the cape. Suddenly I feel depressed and naked not only because a decent amount of my hair has been taken off. Inside I want the barber to put the cape back on so badly to just leave me sitting there wearing this wonderful piece of fabric for just a little longer. But every hair transformation has at one point or another come to an end and I am already yearning for my next visit to a barber shop, yearning for this very particular moment when I get wrapped up in a cape and seeing myself at the mercy of a man with scissors, clippers and razor blades ready to cut off my hair. This will always be the purest form of joy imaginable for me.

PS: I really would like to know if there is someone who can relate to my obsession for hair cutting capes or else what fascinates you most about haircuts, shaves and the whole process around it. Let me know in the comments.

Comments
la capa para mi se vuelve ese momento en que no habrá vuelta atrás y por fin llegó el día de mi corte, lo extraño es que creo que me produce mejores sensaciones ir por mi corte después de haber perdido la vista que cuando aún veía.
by FCM Historias on 07 Jan 2025
Recently I found XL neck strips, you can stretch them and go around the neck twice and them tie them in a neck snug. Then when the cape goes on nice and snug over the neck strip you really feel subordinated and ready for a good clipping . When I am caped up like this and I can catch the barber picking up the clippers out of the corner of you eye. I get very excited and want to bend my head forward till my face is in the cape and submit to the clippers, then the hair tumbling down the cape! The barber is free to take as long as he wants , taking more and more hair, then the shaving cream going around my ears in a nice wide path, and then the razor!
by Fred on 06 Jan 2025
I have a strong fetish for cape too. I love going to barber shop in suit and tie and be caped in a vintage cape red or light blue with lace-up closure. I always ask to the barber to tight it more cause I love the sensation on my neck and pray every time to not hear the words "can you loosen the first button of your shirt?" Cause it ruin all the experience, but luckily my barber never ask me this he always try to shave my neck lowering the collar as much as he can.
by Haircut in suit on 05 Jan 2025
Great article. Satin black, red or blue nylon capes are great, but I really love old fashioned white with black stripes cloth cape with old fashioned leather and porcelain arms barber chairs. Watching guys or girls getting the tissue wrapped tightly around their necks then the cape tied in place is such a turn on, followed by the barber plowing his Oster 76 clippers shearing off their long hair and skinning the sides and nape.
by FlattopStephanie on 03 Jan 2025
The only thing I care about with capes is that they are fresh and clean.
by Deke Cutter on 03 Jan 2025
I feel the exact same way. For me a cape and neck strip are like a lock and key where I feel trapped and completely at the mercy of my barber. Scissor happy barbers make the experience even better. The type of cape is important to me too. Classic black is fine but I love big heavy ones that are different from black. I’m into pin stripe and purple capes. I love the sense of loss of control and feeling I can’t escape until the cut’s done. Also, if there’s no neck strip, it feels less complete
by AnonCrewCut on 03 Jan 2025
I can feel you, every time when I'm in the chair is magic. Especially when a shave is included in the process.
by Alpha97 on 03 Jan 2025
Para mi gusto, no hay como las antiguas capas blancas de algodón de las antiguas peluquerías clásicas.......¿ estaré viejo ?
by Rolo on 03 Jan 2025
I can identify with a lot of what you write here, the cape is important to me and the type of cape being used has often influenced my choice of barber’s shop. My favourite has to be plain royal blue nylon; very popular in the 1970s and 80s traditional barber’s shops, but sadly not so common nowadays. A rustly nylon cape was great when you could feel the cold fabric against your bare arms and hear the cut hair as it fell and hit the cape. Capes with images and bold patterns on them are less attractive to me, in part because the cut hair doesn’t stand out so well against the patterned background; for me the hair has to be clearly visible.
by Anon on 03 Jan 2025