It had been a very hot day, one that the air conditioner in my shop had only just coped with. At 8.55pm I was weary and ready to close for the day when the door alarm buzzed the arrival of a late customer.
My grimace of annoyance was soon replaced with a smile when I saw the lovely young lady enter the shop. Dressed for the heat in a light tee shirt, with shorts and sandals, she had long blonde hair almost to her waist, a very pretty face and a slim figure.
"Good evening, can I help you?"
"Um, yes I hope so, Nikki sent me," she replied with a concerned expression on her face and worry in her voice.
"Nikki sent you, well she has been busy, and what did she tell you to ask for and what is your name? I inquired.
"Ah, the full service, she said to ask for the full service, and my name is Amy."
"Well Amy, do you know what the full service entails?"
"Um, Nikki gave me a few clues but said it would be best if I found out for myself."
"Ok, just wait there while I shut the shop."
I quickly locked the shop and changed the 'open' sign to 'closed', then I took Amy by an arm and ushered her into a back room. The room was bare except for a large chair that looked like it had come from an old fashioned men's barbershop. There was also a chest of drawers on castors and a large mirror on the wall opposite the chair.
Although the chair looked ancient it was actually only three years old. It had been purpose built by a lady engineer friend and we had much fun testing and modifying the chair to get it just right. An electric motor combined with a system of pneumatic hoses allowed the chair to be set in any position from bolt upright to absolutely flat. The headrest was adjustable and the armrests could be removed if necessary. There were also attachments that could be easily clicked into position if required.
"Sit in the chair Amy," I ordered, "And from now on you call me Sir, understand?"
"Yes Sir," Amy replied nervously as she climbed into the chair and settled into the leather seat.
"Where were you born Amy?"
"Um, in a hospital, Sir," Amy's voice showed the surprise of an unusual question.
"What city, town, suburb, Amy?"
"Oh sorry Sir, in Richmond, Sir."
"Good, then Richmond is your safe word. If anything gets too much for you call "Richmond" and I will stop. But don't use it unnecessarily or I will be very annoyed, understand Amy?"
"Yes Sir, I understand."
Quickly I took 2 velcro straps from a drawer and placed one around Amy's left wrist and another higher near the elbow, securing her arm to the arm of the chair. Then I pulled her tee shirt free from the shorts, slipped it off her right arm and up over her head. A flimsy summer bra quickly followed the tee shirt and with two more velcro straps I secured her right arm to the chair. Despite the air conditioning beads of perspiration were breaking out on Amy's forehead and her cute little boobs were heaving as she breathed heavily. I quickly stripped the velcro from her left arm, pulled the tee shirt and bra off, and refastened the arm.
Moving around in front of the chair I reached forward, unbuttoned the shorts and pulled the front zip right down.
"Lift!" I instructed and Amy raised her bottom off the chair enabling me to slip her shorts and panties down and off. Using more velcro straps I fastened her ankles to the sides of the footrest, she was now nude and completely open, the full service was now under way.
I moved back up to the head of the chair, trailing my fingertips over her smooth skin from her toes to her face. Grasping a hand full of hair I pulled her head back against the rest.
"Last chance Amy, if you want to you can leave now." I offered.
"N, no Sir, I want to stay, I'm as nervous as hell but I want to stay." Amy grimaced as I kept hold of her hair, "This has been a fantasy for some time and I want to stay."
"Perhaps need would be a better word than fantasy Amy," I said, still pulling on her hair. "I think this is a deep down need you have, not just a fantasy."
"Yes Sir, that is the right word, it is a need."
I let go of her hair and reached into the drawers that were out of sight behind her and took out a pair of hair dressing scissors. Amy jumped as I suddenly threw a silk cover over her body and attached it around her neck.
Amy's eyes widened with fright and shock when I stood at her side with the scissors in my hand.
"What are you going to do with those?" she asked, terror in her voice.
"I'm not going to hurt you Amy. I'm sure Nikki told you that you would be safe, just shut up and keep still." I placed the scissors at about the level of her chin and proceeded to cut her hair.
"Oh no Sir, please not my hair," Amy shrieked, "It's taken me years to grow it this long."
The sound of the scissors snipping away her golden locks was my reply. Slowly I moved around the chair, cutting her hair short as Amy sobbed quietly, knowing that she was in no position to argue. Years of hair cutting experience made it easy for me to give Amy a short and sexy hairstyle. At last I was finished and I brushed her hair and wiped the tears away from her face.
After removing the silk cover I went again to a drawer and took out two "bulldog" clips like the ones used for clipping sheets of paper to a board, squeezed Amy's breasts tight and attached the clips.
"Yeeoww!" Amy screamed, "Oh God, that hurts so much."
She did not use the safe word so I moved around to the front of the chair. Ignoring her sobs of pain I ran my fingers through her pubic hair.
"Mmmm, nicely trimmed Amy, but not short enough. I am going to shave you."
"Please Sir, remove the clamps, they are killing me," tears were trickling from Amy's eyes but she remained brave and didn't call the safe word.
I relented and removed the clamps, after all this was Amy's first session. From behind the chest of drawers I took a pair of stirrups, similar to those used by a gynecologist and attached them to the side of the chair. Amy's slim legs were soon resting and secured in the stirrups, wide apart for the shaving.
