Bhabhi's Haircut

My name is Soham and I am 16 years living in Nagpur. I am a haircut fetish and I desire to cut woman’s long hair and even shave. I express my desire through my fetish account in Facebook. The fetish friends would suggest me to try on my family members. None of the female members in my family had beautiful long hair. Even if long, not that good and not that beautiful either.

I satisfy my fetish by chatting with the fetish friends and watching videos, fantasizing in dreams, reading stories etc.

My family consisted of my father, mother and my elder brother Sooraj who is 28 and was to get married. He married to our family friend’s daughter Sandhya. She is a beautiful 27-year-old woman whom I’ll be seeing at home every day. I was happy that I got company. I can talk with Bhabhi whenever I want.

But I didn’t really get to talk with her properly ever since she has stepped into our house. I was stuck with my exams and so had to focus on that otherwise I’ll be screwed.

One afternoon, when my brother and father had gone to office and my mother was taking her nap, and I was in my room bored. I walked to the kitchen to get some water. The moment I reached the door, I saw Bhabhi working in the kitchen, possibly cooking something. She was wearing a saree and her hair was clipped. So I can’t find out her hair length. I don’t even know whether she has long hair or not. But I came to a conclusion that Bhabhi’s hair won’t be long and I am not that lucky.

Her back was facing my side revealing her partially bare back and the waist. I wanted to feel that but I just stared at it. She didn’t notice me coming at all. The water jug was next to the stove and I walked towards the stove side and started to drink from the jug.

She noticed me and smiled at me as I did the same. I was happy that she noticed me.

B: Do you want something?

S: Nothing Bhabhi, I just came to drink water. What are you making?

B: It’s for Sooraj when he comes for tea.

S: Can I help?

B: It’s fine, I am done.

We engaged into a conversation and she asked me about my studies, plans for future and all that and I replied coolly. She had thought me to be innocent in nature even though I am 16, when I am not innocent and I do have some evil plans in mind. I was happy that I’ve got company. I wanted to talk to her more when my mother came after her nap signaling me to leave the kitchen.

We used to spend time whenever possible and I used to impress by narrating some funny incidents happened in school or with friends, most of them aren’t true. I try to impress her in whatever ways possible in order to gain her interest, trust and everything.

On a lazy afternoon Saturday, I was getting restless as I wasn’t able to nap. I thought of talking to Bhabhi but she taking nap at that time. I wanted to see her no matter what she is doing. I walked to her room slowly crossing my mother’s room as she was taking nap. (Both my father and brother are at work.)

I slowly the door of my brother’s room and saw Bhabhi sitting on the bed and reading something. I knocked and said, ‘Bhabhi, can I come in?’

She looked at the door and smiled on seeing me. She said, ‘Come in Soham. There’s no need to ask permission.’

I entered and then closed the door. She sat straight keeping the book aside as I came and sat beside her. Her hair was clipped as in the beginning and she’s in saree as usual.

B: What happened Soham? Why do you look so worried?

S: Nothing like that. Exams are nearing. Books are driving me mad.

B: Oh is it? Just relax and don’t get tensed.

I was watching her talk when she placed a hand on her clip and removed it from her head. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Down flowed a cascade of black waters. Her hair rolled down to her hip I guess well I couldn’t guess it since she was sitting. One thing I know that she has long hair and I am the luckiest person in this world.

She was setting her hair swinging it backwards and was about to clip it again when I stopped her saying, ‘Bhabhi I can’t believe this.’

B: What happened?

S: I didn’t know that you have such beautiful hair.

B: Oh thanks Soham.

She took her hair to the front showing the full length. It is really long, beautiful, has great volume. I moved close to her and wanted to touch and feel it but I controlled my emotions for the time being.

Actually, I can touch and feel it even without her permission as I have my freedom. Then what’s stopping me? Come on Soham, do it! I was telling myself all this, boosting up my gut level.

I saw Bhabhi caressing her hair which I liked and later, she took a comb and began to comb her hair.

I couldn’t control any more. I wanted that hair at any cost. I snatched the comb from her saying, ‘This is not right Bhabhi. You shouldn’t do this when I am here.’

‘What do I do?’ asked a confused Bhabhi. I got up from the bed and pulled her hand taking her to the dressing table. I made her sit before the dressing table facing the mirror.

I was standing behind her with the comb and saw her nearly bare back which of course, tempted me. I took the hair from the front and spread it on the backside. Oh my, holding the whole amount of hair and spreading it across was too exciting for any fetish. I began combing her hair from top to bottom touching and feeling it. She smiled at my behaviour and let me comb her hair.

Since she was little short and I couldn’t bend properly, I knelt and did the combing which was for some naughty purposes and Bhabhi didn’t know all that.

I combed as well as touched the hair. I could also feel a bit of her body. Bhabhi is too hot that I am burning. I took a portion of hair so as to comb and without her knowledge, I kissed her hair. That was a peaceful feeling. I ran my face through the hair I could feel. I bit and licked it without her knowledge.

‘What are you doing Soham?’ Bhabhi asked as I got up and combed again. I took a large portion of the hair and lifted it upwards. She looked curious as if what I was going to do. If I had scissors with me, I would’ve definitely cut her hair which I have to do.

I showed two fingers folding the other three and placed it on the hair I was holding. I was cutting the hair with my fingers. She smiled at me saying. ‘What Soham? Do you want to cut my hair?’

Of course, I wanted to cut her hair. And apart from that, I also wanted to have fun with her because she is too hot to handle.

‘Sandhya?’ my mother’s voice was heard. I was still holding her hair when she stood up and said she had to go. She took the hair clip and left the room clipping her hair.

I was alone in the room thinking of what to do. I wanted to cut her long hair and have fun with my hot Bhabhi. But how? My family is around and there’s no chance of getting her alone.

Since my exams are nearing, I tried to focus on my studies. Whenever I think of her hair, I’ll go to Bhabhi and enjoy her hair without other’s knowledge. It was only between me and her. I thought that I’ve gotten ten days’ holidays after the exams get over, within these ten days I’ll have to execute the plan.

Unfortunately, fate played a bad game on me. My brother was going for a business meeting in US for that ten days and he is also taking Bhabhi along. I was heartbroken! My exams will get over. I’ve ten days but those days are waste since Bhabhi isn’t there and my desire will never come true. Never ever!

The exams are over and I was returning back home with disappointment because no Bhabhi for ten days. My brother was leaving that very day itself. When I reached home, I realised that they have left for the US. I saw my parents getting ready to go somewhere.

My father said, ‘Soham, we are going to your mother’s place for a function. I am pretty sure that you aren’t interested in coming with us. We’ll come after four or five days.’

I said ok as they left and I was all alone. At least I can watch many haircut and shave videos and do whatever I want. Whenever my parents aren’t at place for a day or more, our neighbour would come and check on me. The lunch was ready on the table and I had it and was about to go to my room when the doorbell rang.

I knew it was the neighbour to check whether everything was fine. I went to check the door and I couldn’t believe what I saw the moment I opened the door… Bhabhi!

I was confused and at the same time happy. Bhabhi is there with me. She hasn’t gone anywhere. Her hair was in a long braid and she was in saree. She was carrying bags in her hands and walked inside as I closed the door. She was walking to her room as I followed her.

S: Bhabhi, but aren’t you supposed to go to the US with Bhaiyya?

B: Yes, but my visa didn’t get ready and so I couldn’t accompany him.

S: It’s okay Bhabhi. I am here for you.

B: Oh yes. (She went to her room)

Crackers exploded very badly in my head. The most desperate person has become the happiest person in the world. Bhabhi didn’t go. She is here with me. My parents aren’t here. It’s just me and her. What a timing! Four to five days, I am going to have fun. I’ve also decided that within these days, I have to cut her long hair and have fun with my hot Bhabhi. I went to my room and started thinking about this.

I thought of buying a new pair of scissors and comb as it is my first haircutting experience. I went in the evening without telling her to buy scissors and comb and came back as early as possible so that Bhabhi wouldn’t know that I had gone out. I kept it in my room and thought of when to make use of the opportunity. I couldn’t wait any more.

In the evening, we had dinner together and I was constantly looking at her and her clipped hair. How will I have to wait to have her and her long hair? I became too impatient. I found Bhabhi’s face little dull because she was missing Bhaiyya and was sad because she couldn’t accompany him.

S: What’s the matter Bhabhi? Why are you sad?

B: It’s nothing Soham. I am fine.

S: I know you are missing Bhaiyya. It’s alright Bhabhi. I am here with you. I’ll keep you happy.

Bhabhi smiled at last and I was happy she did. After dinner, we watched TV. I was lying on Bhabhi’s lap as she caressed my hair while watching TV. I was looking up at her; I raised my hand (my hand accidently touching her breasts) and removed the clip from her hair. Down came the black waters. I could feel it with my face and enjoyed it without her realising it.

It was sleep time and I said ‘Good night’ to Bhabhi and went to my room. I could’ve spend the entire night with her but I couldn’t control as I badly want to cut her hair and have fun. I tried to sleep but it wasn’t that easy. Many thoughts are flashing up in my mind; Bhabhi, her hot figure, her long hair.

I got up from the bed and walked out towards Bhaiyya’s room. There’s no one else at home other than Bhabhi and me, no there’s no need to tip-toe walk. When I reached the door, I slowly pushed the door to check whether she was sleeping or not. The lights were on; Bhabhi was sitting on the bed facing me. I was startled and for a few moments couldn’t move at all. Her hair was open and she continued to stare at me.

S: Bhabhi aren’t you asleep?

B: I am not able to sleep. Please come here Soham.

I entered and closed the door and walked towards her. I sat beside her and smiled. She smiled back. I know she’s feeling lonely and I’ve to cheer her up and make her feel better. She got up and walked towards the dressing table, facing the mirror. She was setting her hair, swinging it back and was going to clip it. I know I have to do something. I got up and walked towards her and she is done with clipping her hair.

S: Bhabhi!

B: Yes, Soham.

S: Why are you upset?

B: I am not upset. I am fine.

She walked away from the dressing table and towards the bed. I walked towards her and she turned away. I made her face me, my hands on her face. She was little shorter than me but it was fine.

S: I told you Bhabhi it’s alright. I am here for you. You are mine, and only mine. I can’t see you sad like this. You belong to me.

B: But your Bhaiyya?

S: I don’t care. What matters me most is my Bhabhi. Every part of you is mine. Your smile, your hair.

I removed the clip and threw it away and down fell her hip-length hair. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her saree. She was little shocked but I didn’t care as I hugged her tightly.

My face could feel her hair as I kissed her neck and slid my hands in her hair and blouse. She too hugged me tight. We lost balance and we fell on the bed. I laid beside her looking at her. I placed my hand on her face and slid it around and my finger slowly reached her lips.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed it I think. My finger down to her neck and to the end of her blouse. I ran my finger between her breasts a little. I then slid upwards to her face and then I brought face close to hers; kissing her neck and then her lips. That lip-lock was really passionate and beautiful. We kissed for some time and then she pushed me aside.  

I rolled on the bed and she was beside me, her hair touching my face. She lay her head on my chest and I caressed her long hair. I cut it with my fingers.

S: Bhabhi!

B: Yes, Soham.

S: I love your long hair Bhabhi.

B: It’s all yours.

She got up and sat straight bringing her hair to the front. I could see her half-naked back. I got up and sat beside her; her hair was in my side. I gathered all her hair in one hand and started kissing it. I kissed each and every portion of it as I couldn’t control my excitement. Bhabhi was even stunned at my behaviour.

I then got up and took the hair in the front from the top covering her face and began kissing from the nape till the tip of the hair. Feeling her hair was a beautiful feeling. I just buried my face into her hair and felt peace. After enjoying for a while, I pushed the hair aside a little to see my Bhabhi’s face. Little of her face was revealed including her lips. I kissed her hot lips again and she responded back. I tossed all her hair to the back, revealing her entire face. She got up and helped me remove my t-shirt. I hugged her tightly, feeling her body and vice-versa. My face could feel her hair. I slowly removed the string of her blouse and removed the blouse completely the moment we let go off each other, revealing her damn hot figure. She was in rose-coloured bra. Her saree wasn’t completely removed and so I pulled it completely.

I moved close to her and placed my hand on her long hair from the top and slowly slid it down feeling the length as well as her body. When it reached her hips, I started feeling the hips as she was aroused. I inserted both my hands beneath the skirt and panty feeling her ass.

After taking my hands off, I pulled the string and pulled her skirt down and she was in rose coloured bra and panty. Too hot to handle. I couldn’t bear it. But the long hair wasn’t suiting her sexy figure.

S: Are you ready?

B: For what?

S: For anything.

B: I am all yours.

I lifted her up in my arms, carried her around the room. I could feel her long hair and also her sexy body. I was thinking of how to get the haircut done. Whether to tie her up, or ask or whatever. I’ve decided that I’ll cut all her hair that very day.

I lay her sideways on the bed and walked towards the other side. She got up to check what it was. I took her saree which I removed and walked to the other side. She turned to me seductively asking, ‘What is it?’

I tore a portion of saree and said, ‘I want to tie you up.’

She extended her arms and said, ‘Go for it.’

I was surprised when she accepted it. She moved to the direction where her legs were almost touching the pillows and I tied both her hands to each end of the bed. I touched her hair and tossed it upwards. Too excited as I am going to cut it. I also want to shave it but I didn’t have clippers. Anyways, I am going to cut all her long hair.

I walked towards her direction as she was looking at me, her eyes ready for anything, her lips longing to be felt with mine, and her body eagerly waiting. Her hair is the one waiting a lot. I sat beside her and slid my hands on her sexy legs. I dipped my finger into her navel and then kissed it as she breathed in a different way, biting her lips and enjoying it.

I took all her hair in the front to check the length. Oh my! It’s so long and I couldn’t bear it.

S: Bhabhi, your hair is so long. I can’t bear it anymore. It has even crossed your panty.

B: Shut up and kiss me!

I moved closed to her and held her face looking at her sternly. Her eyes looked little scared. I pushed mine into her lips and the kissing was kind of bad one. We nearly bit the lips. I let go off it as she bit my lips. I looked at her angrily and said, ‘You will be punished.’

The hot Bhabhi replied, ‘Punish me badly. Show no mercy.’

I got up and walked behind her, my eyes catching sight of her bare back. I started feeling it and seized her by the hair which pained her and said, ‘Your hair is close to you, not behind you. Enjoy it.’

I walked out of the room to get scissors for cutting her long hair since she has asked me to punish her badly. I am going to do that.

I came after sometime, her back was facing me at the door and so she couldn’t see me. I hid the scissors and walked to her side facing her. We looked at each other for some time. Her long hair was in the front waiting to be cut by my scissors. I placed a hand on her face feeling her hair and slid down feeling its length.

When I reached the end, I lifted that little part and showed her saying, ‘Bhabhi, this is no more.’

She didn’t understand and thought I was joking. She asked, ‘What are you going to do?’

I took out the scissors and cut out the portion I was holding. It was a little portion and I dropped in her lap as her face looked shocked.

S: That wasn’t satisfying. Let me cut some more.

B: No!

I held a little more of her hair than before and started snipping it. She began shaking her legs making the cutting process difficult for me. I got up and walked behind her, taking the hair from the front.

B: (Nearly in tears) What are you doing Soham? Please don’t cut my hair. I love my hair.

S: Sorry Bhabhi, I’ve always loved your long hair and I really want to cut it. You’ve asked me to punish you and I am punishing you.

I took another portion and cut it as she burst into tears. The hair was slowly falling on the floor. I didn’t do proper cutting just take a portion and cut it. Oh my! I was really enjoying the cut. I thought of stopping since Bhabhi was crying but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t satisfied, I wanted to cut more. Lots of hair were falling on the floor.

B: Please Soham, stop it.

S: Almost done Bhabhi.

Her hip-length hair has reached her shoulders. But it wasn’t in proper shape. I cut it shorter giving her neck-length. I trimmed the ends and made a perfect shape.

At last, her haircut was done and I was satisfied, I looked at the pile of hair on the floor. It’s too much. I untied Bhabhi as she got off the bed hurriedly noticing the pile of hair. She placed her hands on her head realising that her hair is no more. She walked to see the mirror. She screamed in horror, and placed the hands on her head. No more long hair! Short boycut. She looked more hot.

She cried badly and then turned to me. I feared whether she would hit me or report to Bhaiyya on what I did. Even if she does that, I’ll tell Bhaiyya that Bhabhi has seduced me and forced herself on me and that would be the end of their marriage.

She walked towards me, her face looked red with tears. I remained silent waiting for what was going to happen. To my surprise, she spoke normally, ‘Why did you do this Soham? You know how much I loved my hair? If you wanted to cut my hair, I would’ve let you cut 1 or 2 inches once in a while. Why did you cut all my hair?’

I felt little guilty on cutting her hair. She is so innocent and kind-hearted and I shouldn’t have done that. But I couldn’t help it. No hair fetishers could help it.

I placed my hands on her face and wiped off her tears saying, ‘I am really sorry Bhabhi. I couldn’t help it. I tried to stop cutting your hair when you cried, but I couldn’t. When I see long hair, I feel like cutting all that. This is my first haircutting experience and so was excited.’

I know I am being too dramatic but those were just to make her feel better and convince with her new look. I was really tired and I wanted to sleep, but looking at Bhabhi, I wasn’t feeling good.

B: Soham, your Bhaiyya loved my long hair. He will be disappointed on seeing my short hair. Your mother will be mad on me as she sticks to traditions. How should I tell them?

S: There are 3-4 days left for us to decide. Forget all that.

I looked at my transformed Bhabhi, short-haired still in bra and panty. I walked towards her, placed my hands on her face and kissed her.

B: I am feeling much better now.

I was happy that everything got well. We walked to the bed and lay on it facing each other. I put on the blankets and looked at her sliding hands on her short hair.

S: You look more hot in short hair.

She smiled as the lights were off. The room was a complete mess, the torn clothes, the pile of hair and all that. But too tired for all that. We just had a sound sleep. I was happy that my desire has been fulfilled.

Classmate Haircut

I am Rohit and I am from Mangalore. I am a haircut fetish and dreamt of cutting woman’s hair but never got opportunity. When I was in school, I admire the hair of teachers as well as other girl students. There was a classmate who had hip-length hair which couldn’t control my feelings. I desired to cut those hair but it wasn’t that easy. But things changed when I was in Class 12. 
Her name is Shruthi and she is 17 years old so am I. She is the most beautiful girl in the class. The main attraction is her hair and the girl students love to touch and feel her hair. She is studious and scores first in class. She is very friendly with everyone. 
But we never talked despite being in the class. I am an average student and scores good in all subjects except for Economics which I used to constantly fail. 
My teacher advised that if I don’t pass in Economics, I won’t pass Class 12. I was worried as I had to pass. I am not able to grasp Economics no matter how hard I try. Model Exams are approaching and if I don’t pass, It will be difficult for getting admission in college. 
When I was thinking about this at home, my mother came and told me that she has found me a teacher for Economics and I was supposed to go the next day. 
The next day, my mother dropped me at the teacher’s house and I rang the bell. A lady of my mother’s age opened and welcomed me inside. 
I didn’t know who she was. Maybe my mother’s friend. She pointed me to a room and asked to wait there. I did as I was told and waited inside the room with my books. Some time later the one who entered inside surprised me. It is Shruthi. I got up looking at her and she too was surprised seeing me. Perhaps she is the teacher my mother’s friend has suggested.
S: Hi Rohit. What a surprise!
R: Hi Shruthi!
That was the first time we talk. I was happy that she was my teacher and I’ll get to see her hair. I couldn’t notice her hair all I know that her hair was in a pony. 
S: Don’t worry Rohit. This time you will score well in Economics. 
She was very friendly and I can’t even think of hurting her. Of course I am not going to hurt her. She took my books and placed on her study. I could see her long hair touching her hip. 
Oh my! I couldn’t control. I wanted that hair. She placed an extra chair at her study for me to sit. The class started and she was explaining the lessons nicely. We are sitting together at the study. 
Her hair was sliding on her back left side which gave me a chance to feel it. I secretly slid my arm up and down feeling the beauty. 
That day went well, and I went again the next day. The tuition extended for an hour. We also used to talk about each other. It was at that time, I saw that. After talking, Shruthi stood before the mirror and removed her hair band and I was stunned on seeing the hair which covered the back side. I was excited and wanted to grab it all. 
While setting her hair, she saw me looking at her hair and smiled. Without her knowledge, I secretly took photograph of her hair. I didn’t want her to put her hair in a pony and she didn’t. She sat on the chair with open hair. She was talking to me and I was staring at her hair. 
S: Why were you staring at my hair?
R: Well, actually I was seeing how beautiful it is. Never seen this much long hair. It’s really beautiful. 
S: Thanks, you didn’t notice my hair at school. 
R: Not really. We never talked in school. 
S: Now you’ve got to talk. 
She took her in the front and began caressing it. The hair was tempting me terribly. I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to touch and feel it. But how to ask I wondered. 
S: What would you like to do with this hair if you get a chance?
I was surprised at the question but replied hesitating, ‘Touch, comb, feel.' 
S: I’ll give you that chance if you complete the problems which I give you correctly. 
Crackers exploded. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe what I heard. 
R: You are joking. 
S: I am not. Do these problems. 
She gave me some Economics problems to solve and I had to do it correctly for getting her hair. 
Within 10 minutes, I was done and it was accurate. Shruthi appreciated me and suddenly there was a knock on the door. She quickly put her hair in a pony and answered the door. It was her mother who brought snacks for us. 
She took it and locked the door. She placed the plate on the table and said, ’ You have the chance to feel my hair Rohit.’ She sat on the chair and started eating her snack. I was nervous as I stood behind her to enjoy her hair. 
I took the pony which was hanging from the chair and slowly removed it. Every touch was like a spark. Now her hair was open. I touched each and every part, then slid my hands from top to bottom feeling the length. But she didn’t pay attention to all this. She was enjoying her snack. 
I took a comb from her dressing table and started combing her beautiful hair. Oh my! I loved it. Every touch. I then cut it with my fingers wishing my fingers were a pair of scissors. I tried cutting but it won’t get cut. I was getting wild and so I knelt down, held as much portion of hair I can hold and kissed it passionately. I didn’t want to let go off it. I held it tightly and kissed it burying my face into it. 
I didn’t realise that Shruthi was watching my actions through the mirror. I opened my eyes and was taken aback on seeing Shruthi’s eyes fixed on my eyes from the mirror. 
I immediately let go off her hair, stood up and sat on the bed. Shruthi looked at me, her face showed no signs of reaction. I just glanced and turned away. She offered me snacks and I had it. 
S: Do you really love my hair?
R: It’s the first time I am seeing such a beautiful hair, got so excited. I am sorry. 
S: (Smiling) No Rohit , it’s okay. But I was surprised. So I asked. At times, you need to control your emotions. You wanna do it again? 
R: (Hesitating) If you insist… 
S: Naughty boy! Model exams are nearing. Economics is the first. Concentrate on that. If you don’t, you will score less. But if you score nice marks, I promise that I’ll gift you whatever you want. 
R: Are you really going to do that?
S: Don’t ask me car and all that. Whatever is possible, I’ll definitely give. 
R: Okay! 
So Shruthi has made a promise and you know what will I ask her, letting me cut her hair. For that, I have to score well in Model exams. I’ll do it. I went to her house for three more days for the tuition and she allowed me to only comb her hair. But still I was satisfied with the combing. 
Model Exams began and I did well in all subjects. I scored 75% in other subjects and in Economics, I scored 65%. 
I was happy that I had passed and was eager to show these marks to Shruthi and ask for her long hair. 
We net after the class and I showed her the marks. She looked happy and held out her hand saying, 'My fees.’
I took out a chocolate and gave it to her. She laughed and said 'Thanks’. And then I asked my gift. She asked what I wanted. 
R: Promise me that you’ll give me. 
S: I’ve promised you. If It is possible, I’ll definitely give you. Just tell me what you want. 
R: Okay then.  
I took a deep breath and looked around whether anyone was noticing. Gladly no one. Shruthi’s hair was in a plait which was in the front. I drew closer to her and took hold of her plait without others seeing  and said softly, 'Will you give me your long hair please?’
Shruthi was silent. Her face showed no sign of reaction. She asked what, but not shockingly. 
I let go off the plait and said clearly not for others to hear, 'Can I cut your hair?' 
She remained silent and didn’t know what to say. 
'I want your long hair as my gift,’ I said and left the spot immediately. I was wondering what would be her reply. I wish it to be an yes and I also fear whether she will complain to her mother about this. Many thoughts were running in my mind. 
On Sunday evening, my mother took me to Shruthi’s home to visit her friend. There I saw Shruthi who smiled and her face showed no reaction about wht I had asked that day. Four of us had tea and snacks and Shruthi invited me to her room because she didn’t want to be part of the mothers conversation. 
We reached the room and she locked the room. I sat on the bed and she after locking, removed her hair band making me feel aroused and sat beside me. I just looked at her and suddenly she asked, ’ Don’t you want to feel my hair? Go ahead.' 
I took her hair from the back and put it in the front to my side. It was really beautiful when holding a whole of it. I started caressing it and she smiled on seeing my love for her hair. 
S: Are you really serious about cutting my hair? 
R: Yes I am. 
I stopped caressing and started cutting hair with fingers.
She took her hair from me and placed to the other side in the front. 
R: Shruthi, you promised me. Never promise something that you could never do ot give. Because a promise is the greatest truth. 
She remained silent and got up from the bed thinking. I just admired her long hair. She then came and sat beside me. 
S: Okay Rohit, I’ll not break my promise. You can cut my hair. 
Crackers exploded on hearing 'cut my hair’. I wanted to jump with happiness and I got up about to shout out with joy. 
R: You are joking. 
S: I am serious. 
I was so happy that I knelt before her holding her hand and said, 'Thank you Shruthi. Thank you very much. 
She smiled and said, 'Rohit, I am little nervous about my haircut. I don’t know how will I look after the cut. 
I convinced her saying, 'You will rock.’ She then said, ’ You can cut my hair after the final exams. It is during the holidays. I don’t want to be in school with new look. Can you wait till the exams get over? After the exams get over, surely HAIRCUT.’
I agreed to her consent and for getting present pleasure, she let me comb her hair and enjoy it. 
I was happy that Shruthi agreed for her haircut. I dreamt about how to get her hair cut. I also desire to shave it. But shave won’t happen. 
On the last day of the exam, we classmates wished each other good luck and signed on their uniforms; boys on boys and girls on girls. I approached Shruthi who signed on my shirt and she let me sign on her sleeve. She put her pony in the front for me to see it. 
R: Do you remember? Haircut?
S: I do remember Rohit. I’ll tell you when it’s time. First need to take my mother’s permission for cutting my hair. 
I agreed as she let me touch my hair secretly. We wished each other and left. I was happy that the school is over and I can watch as much haircut videos as I can. I also checked as to what kind of haircut I should give Shruthi. 
When I was thinking about this, I got a call from Shruthi. 
S: Rohit! I got permission for cutting my hair. Will you give me a nice haircut? 
R: Of course I will. Did you tell your mother that I am going to cut your hair? 
S: No! How can I? I told that I will go to salon for haircut. 
R: When’s the big day?
S: After two days, my mother will go to a relative’s house. You come to my home after two days. 
R: Okay done. Enjoy your hair for two more days. Take good care of it because after two days, you are gonna lose it. 
S: Okay! 
I was super excited. Only two more days but I can’t wait anymore. I bought a new pair of scissors and comb because it was my first haircutting experience. 
The big day arrived; I got ready, took the new scissors and comb and left home in the morning. I reached Shruthi’s home ten minutes after her mother had gone. I rang the bell as she opened the door and looked at me with a fake smile. Her hair was tightly clipped
I knew she was a bit tensed. She welcomed me inside and took me to her room. She said, 'You can fulfil your wish. Let me comb my hair for one last time.' 
She stood before the mirror and raised her hand to remove the clip. I just pulled the clip before her hand could feel it and down rolled her beautiful hair. She looked at me and I realised that she became annoyed at my behaviour. 
'I was so excited so couldn’t control it. Sorry,’ I said and kept the clip on the table. Shruthi took a comb and started combing her hair. I could hear the teeth of the comb moving through her hair which was driving me crazy. I stood behind her watching her long hair. I gave a flying kiss to that hair without her knowledge as my lips were badly longing for that hair. 
She took her hair in the front t and started combing again. I could see her hair in the front which covered half of her body through the mirror which I enjoyed watching. She then turned to me saying, 'I am ready Rohit. Waiting for the change.' 
She smiled at least a little. I made her sit on the stool without facing the mirror so that she do not get upset on seeing her hair cut. I took the bunch of hair from the front and spread it on her backside. 
Every touch of her hair was a memorable one. I took my new comb and started combing from the top to the bottom. I loved the sound of the moving comb. I then combed with my fingers feeling it’s beauty. I took the entire portion of her hair and kissed it passionately without her knowledge burying my face into it. 
I then let go off it and combed it again. I realised that it was time. I didn’t want to ask her anything or see how was she feeling. I took out…SCISSORS! I missed my scissors and then held it above the waist level. I slowly snipped the hair from left to right and the hair started falling. I loved the hair that fell. 
Now her hair was upto her mid back. I was happy with the cut and of course I wanted to cut more. I held the scissors at the shoulder and ran from left to right as the hair fell again. 
I saw a pile of hair on the floor and I wanted to kiss it. I then looked at her hair which was upto her shoulders. I wanted it little more short. I held the scissors above her left ear and ran the scissors downwards at the back making it pointed at the left side. I moved to her right and did the same moving the scissors from above the right ear till the back. I checked the backside of her hair and it was short. I rubbed the backside of the head. I pushed the top hair to her front and I heard her crying. 
I moved to her front and saw her eyes are covered with the front hair and couldn’t see her crying. For the final touch, I held the scissors at the eye brow level and ran the scissors from left to right. Her crying eyes were revealed and the cut hair fell on her lap resulted in nice bangs. 
The HAIRCUT was done and Shruthi was crying badly. I tried to console her and took her to the mirror to show the new look. When she saw her new self on the mirror, she stopped crying. She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled a bit. 
S: It’s easy to manage. I look more sexy. 
I smiled and combed her hair for final touch up. She smiled at me and gave me a hug, a tight one. 
S: Thank you Rohit. I feel really good. Thank you for the change. 
R: Thank you Shruthi for letting me cut your hair. That was a wonderful experience. 
We chatted for sometime and I left in an hour taking all the cut hair with me. I kept it safely in my hair and I used to enjoy it when no one’s home. 
I came to know that Shruthi’s mother scolded for cutting her hair very short. But she got to convince her that it was a good one. Her friends and neighbours loved her new look. All thanks to me which she will never reveal. Thank you Shruthi!

Aishwarya Rai Haircut at Salon

Hi! I am Arun and I am 21 years old. I had a haircut fetish when I was 14 and satisfy by watching haircut videos and reading stories. I always loved hair of actresses and desired to cut them. Aishwarya Rai is one of the actresses with beautiful long hair which I enjoyed watching in L’oreal Paris commercial and I dreamt of cutting her hair many times. 

I studied only till 10th and was forced to discontinue my studies due to financial crisis and I left home and moved to Mumbai. I’ve worked in men’s saloon for some years as I loved cutting hair. But men’s hair cutting didn’t satisfy me. I wanted to cut woman’s hair. I thought of opening a ladies’ hair cutting salon. But for that I need money which i barely had. 

But destiny changes when I won a lottery of 10 lakh rupees which can fulfill my dream of opening a salon. I found a place for my salon and had it furnished and within 7-8 months, my dream salon was ready. I wanted Aishwarya Rai to inaugurate the salon and that would give me an opportunity to cut her hair. 

I checked in a newspaper and saw that Aishwarya Rai will be sporting a short bob for her next ad which excited me thinking that she will cut her hair in the ad. But I was pretty disappointed when I saw the ad. 

Check this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRNZFbRey9Q

She didn’t cut her hair but only cut cut the ribbon on her head. I was sad and angry and decided that I will cut her hair. I put up a board showing the name ’Aishwarya’s Hair Salon’ and the photo of Aishwarya Rai in short bob as seen above on the side.  

I went to a Studio where  I saw Aishwarya Rai shooting for L’oreal Paris ad. I was excited as my dream had come true and thought of approaching her. But the shoot for the day was completed and everyone was turning to go. I was disappointed as I lost an opportunity. She was hooked in the crowd while walking towards her car. That was an opportunity for me to at least touch her hair. I struggled to reach her, and placed my hand on her long hair feeling its softness. Oh my! What a feeling. I couldn’t control myself and so I pulled it. She uttered a cry and turned back but didn’t see me as I moved away from the crowd. She reached her car and went away. 

Luckily for me, she had come the next day for completing the shoot. I saw her sitting at a corner as it was break time. I made use of this opportunity and walked towards her.  I was admiring her beautiful hair and was acting like cutting with my fingers without showing her. 

She saw me looking at her and said, ‘Excuse me!’ Her voice might be little squeaky, but I didn’t care. I only cared for her hair. 

Me: Good morning Madam, I am Arun.

Aishwarya: (Asking me to sit) Hi Arun! What can I do for you?

Me: Madam, I am a great fan of yous. I love all your movies and I love your ads. You are so beautiful. 

Aishwarya: Do you want an autograph or want to take a picture with me or both?

Me: Madam! Actually I wanted to invite you.

Aishwarya: Invite? Where and for what?

Me: I have opened up a ladies’ hair salon and wanted you to inaugurate it. 

Aishwarya: Why me? And why are you opening a ladies’ salon?

Me: I am not that interested in mens’ salon. I want you to inaugurate my salon because you are beautiful and your presence in my salon is like a blessing for me and my salon will run well. 

Aishwarya: (Smiling) Alright! When is the inauguration?

Me: Whenever you are free!

Aishwarya: I’ll be free for a week and after that I’ll be going to Delhi. 

Me: Is it possible for you to come day after tomorrow?

Aishwarya: Are you sure?

Me: Very much! Eight in the morning. Is that okay for you?

Aishwarya Rai agreed to my consent as I told the address of my salon and requested her to come alone. 

I was the happiest man on the earth as my favourite person with the beautiful hair will inaugurate my salon and it was an opportunity to cut her hair. But I needed to plan as for how to get her hair cut with her permission. If things go wrong, I’ll be in jail. So I made plans as to how to get her haircut done. My salon is located near to deserted place so it isn’t noticed. But that’s a perfect opportunity for me. I didn’t advertise regarding the inauguration. 

The day had come. i was eagerly waiting for her to come. That day was a public holiday and so the shops were closed which I considered perfect so that no one would come. Aishwarya Rai came at 7.50 am alone in a car. She was wearing a short red dress as in the ad she used to wear. Her brown hair was tempting me. She looked more beautiful in that red lipstick. I was happy and greeted her. She looked around and asked about the people. I said that it was a public holiday and so all the shops were closed. I asked her to follow me and talked towards the salon. She looked at the board and smiled on reading the name. She then saw her picture in short bob holding a pair of scissors on the board. I noticed her expression and she half-smiled. We stood at the entrance as the ribbon was ready. 

Aishwarya: Why no one has come?

Me: The holiday is the reason. Besides, I don’t want anyone as an obstacle in my blessing.

Aishwarya: But people should know that there is this salon right?

Me: There is an inauguration for the people. This is an official inauguration for me. And I request you to do the honour. 

I took a plate which has the scissors and held it towards her. She was looking around. I took the scissors and held it towards her, little close to her hair. I called ‘Madam’ as she turned to me taking the scissors and cut the ribbon. I was happy and thanked her.

She placed the scissors in the plate and said, “May your salon be known to all in this town. Wishing you all the very best.”

I thanked her again and welcomed her inside. She looked around and was stunned on seeing the well furnished salon in white, the mirrors and chairs. There is another room with only one salon chair and a mirror and the table. 

Me: Madam, I am really happy that you have come and inaugurated my salon.

Aishwarya: That’s fine. But you need to advertise so that people know that there is this salon.

Me: I am planning to upload a video promoting the salon. I want you to promote this salon by acting in my video. 

Aishwarya: How are you going to shoot it?

I showed her the video camera but not my pen camera. She said that she was ready and I told her that she should wear a trench coat and glasses and carry a hand bag. She said that the glasses and bag are in her car and didn’t have a trench coat. I gave her a trench coat which I had bought especially for her and helped her wear it. When she pulled her hair from inside the coat, it touched my face as I enjoyed it. I slowly touched it without her knowledge. She turned to me and I asked, ‘Whether she wanted touch-up and she said it’s fine. 

I told her that she needed to set her hair at least to which she agreed. I made her sit on the chair as she was facing the mirror. I couldn’t control my happiness. I touched her hair with her knowledge and set it. Then i took the comb and combed from backside. I held a portion of her hair and kissed it passionately for sometime without her knowledge. She moved and suddenly I let go off it. ‘I will cut your beautiful long hair Aishwarya Rai,’ i said in mind. 

We moved outside and she walked towards her car and entered. I was ready with my camera. She put on her glasses and signaled that she was ready. 

I started the camera and signaled to start. She came out of the car in glasses and holding her handbag and walked towards the saloon saying something related to style and I recorded it till she reached in front of the saloon. 

I then went inside and recorded her entering the salon and I shot the inside of the salon. i then signaled to walk inside the private room and she walked inside. I went inside to accomplish my dream. I placed the camera on the table and she asked whether finished. I said the next shot is to take off the coat glasses and the bag and give to me and I wouldn’t be seen on camera. 

I pressed the record button as she took off her glasses and handbag and gave to me. Only my hands were recorded. Then she unbuttoned her trench coat and I stood behind her and removed from backside. She looked damn hot in the short red dress. She was sexy. 

But I am a good boy and my main intention was to cut her hair. I had placed a camera on the wall facing the chair at the angle of her sitting position. I then placed the camera on the tripod stand at the corner facing the chair’s backside and asked her to sit. She asked the matter and I just made her sit and the wall camera recorded it. 

Aishwarya: What are you going to do?

Me: Madam, it’s for promoting my saloon. Please help. All you have to do is look at the mirror and keep smiling.

I opened the drawer and took out a white cloth and caped her putting her hair on the back which the wall camera recorded. I took the hair spray recorded by pen and sprayed on her hair recorded by the same. I then took the comb and combed her hair recorded by pen. I bent a little and kissed her hair without her knowledge. 

Aishwarya: What are you doing?

Me: just combing your hair Madam.

Then combing was done and I said, “Aishwarya Rai Madam. It’s really an honour for me to get my salon promoted by you and you being my first customer. Thank you!” 

THEN I took …SCISSORS. I held it upwards as Aishwarya Rai looked at it and her face looked little tensed. I went behind her, took a portion, kissed it without her knowledge and then I CUT her hair. The falling hair was recorded by another camera which was placed on the floor but she didn’t know all this. 

I then took another portion and cut. I kept on cutting till it became short as in the picture on the board outside The cutting was recorded with pen camera. I was happy with the work. I trimmed the ends and made it a perfect shape. I removed the cape forcefully as she smiled at the mirror which was recorded. I placed a red bow on her head depicting the picture as she stood up. She looked at the cut hair on the floor and exclaimed, ‘Oh my!’

Me: Madam you look best in short hair. 

Aishwarya: Thank you Arun. (She hugged me as I was happy with the hug.)

I requested her for one last shot which was holding the scissors and saying at the camera ‘Are you Ready for the Cut?’. She said that and also the address and the date of inauguration. 

I thanked for her making my dream come true. I requested to come to my salon after two days for inaugurating again in the presence of people. She was hesitant at first, then I pleaded saying it’s only for five minutes and agreed. I gave the coat, glasses and bag and paid her and walked to her car. She said bye and left. I went back to the salon thinking all that had happened. My dream had come true. 

I had cut Aishwarya Rai’s beautiful long hair to short bob. Her hair is all with me. I gathered it all and kept safely. I then edited the video and published on YouTube. I also advertised in the papers. 

Large number of people came on the day of inauguration to see Aishwarya Rai. She had come as she had promised. Women were shocked to see her hair cut. Aishwarya Rai cut the ribbon, wished me luck again and went. 

And so, Aishwarya’s Hair Salon was born to the people and my business went well. All thanks to Aishwarya Rai’s beautiful hair. Love your hair!