Renee's heart pounded so hard against her chest, she thought she would explode, right then and there in front of everyone. But, nerves are funny things. It was a part thrill, part anxiousness of what was about to happen. Particularly, the impending fate of her long, gleaming curtain of sienna brown hair.
The world kink had no boundaries, as long as it was safe, sane and consensual. And hair fetish was a big part of it for some people.
Being the long term submissive and wife, Renee was keenly aware of her Master and husband, David's fetish for her hair and haircuts. David was also the enigmatic owner of Club Citadel, where they played mostly on weekends.
"Hey, are you okay?" Lana asked Renee in the locker room, who almost jumped at her voice.
"I am...fine, I think," Renee answered, unsure.
Lana smiled warmly at her and gave Renee was of those friendly bear hugs without another question. Yes, Renee needed it the most right now.
"Thank you," Renee said. "I am really nervous as hell."
"Well, it takes courage to consent for a demo like that," Lana agreed.
It was a ritual followed at Club Citadel, that on every third Saturday of the month, a seasoned Master would demo a scene involving a variety of kink. Sometimes, it was Shibari, electric play, any kind of edge play or a kind of fetish. Today's demo was: hair fetish. Master David took it upon himself to demonstrate to the crowd how to make a sub climax while giving her an extreme haircut that a Dom preferred for the Sub.
When David asked for Renee's consent for a demo like this, she couldn't say no to her Master. It wasn't force or blind submission, but the deep longing to find your own pleasure in serving your Master. The thrill intoxicated her.
"I am excited and scared; it's difficult to explain," Renee admitted to Lana.
"I know the feeling. I felt the same when Xan picked up the cane for the first time," Lana reminisced. "But you'd do so well in this demo, Renee. I am really excited to see it. In fact, I am supposed to stay quiet and kneel by Xan's feet the whole time," she admitted with a giggle.
Renee closed her eyes and bit nod her lower lips. "God! Everyone would be there," she reminded herself.
It wouldn't be the first time that she would be up for a demo, but this was a really crucial one.
"I think you should be at the hall by now," Lana reminded Renee. "Master David hates tardiness."
Renee quickly fixed the silk robe around her. "Oh, yes. I can't afford a punishment right now. Bye!"
She hurried over to the hall as quickly as her wobbly legs could carry her and relaxed a little knowing she wasn't late. But the giant leather-padded barbershop chrome chair with proper pedestal, placed at the center of the hall, whooshed the breath out of her lungs.
"I can do this," she told herself and slowly padded towards the chair.
Obediently, she knelt by the chair while the people gathered around. There were mostly doms and subs, masters and their slaves and a few trainees. Renee did expect a big crowd as nobody gave up the chance to watch the mastery of a seasoned master like her husband, David.
The low murmur of the crowd suddenly dissipated as she felt a masculine hand petting her head gently. She knew the touch all too well and greedy leaned into it.
David bent a little, murmuring in her ears, "High protocol, Sub. Make me proud."
Renee nodded. She knew "High protocol" meant she was not to speak unless otherwise permitted. The safe word was a proviso, but she hardly ever needed it with David.
As the graceful owner and host, he welcomed the people around him and turned to his beautiful sub. "Stand," he ordered while offering his hand to her.
As graceful as a swan, she did. Swiftly, the robe was untied and shrugged off of her body, leaving her gloriously naked. He bunched her mid-back length brown hair at the back and helped her into the chair.
Renee squirmed a little when the cool leather came in contact with her naked derrière. The chair was exceptionally large. Swiftly, her hands were strapped to the armrests, and her thighs were pried apart as her legs were restricted, too.
"Binding the hands are optional," Master David addressed the crowd. "But make sure her legs are wide open for your access." To demonstrate, he swiftly channeled his fingers through her already wet slit a few times.
The low hum of agreement from the crowd intensified the exhibitionist in Renee.
Next, at the snap of his fingers, a trainee pushed forward a trolley of instruments. For the corner of her eyes, Renee gaped at it. It had various pairs of shinning hair cutting scissors, a few clippers and at least a handful of attachments, along with combs and hair styling products.
He picked up a wide tooth comb and began brushing her in the gentlest manner. "My sub has lovely hair, so long and beautiful, as you all can see," he said with pride and then added, "Although it won't be much longer once I am done with it."
His words were like adding fuel to the fire in her nerves. He divided her hair into two ponytails, secured by flimsy rubber bands, at the lower back of her head.
With one hand, he tugged at her hair, while with the other hand he picked up a shiny new pair of scissors from the trolley. "If you are planning to give your sub one hell of an experience, I'd suggest you skip the cape," he advised. "Let her feel every snip of her hair on her delicate breasts. Or the cool water droplets when you will be using the spray."
With that, he brought one of the ponytails between the sharp scissor blades and began the shearing. The movements were slow and deliberate; Renee could feel the cold steel at the back of her neck while incessant 'schnick, schnick' kept humming in her ears. When the sound finally stopped, she heard a low gasp from the crowd. The women, especially the subs of other doms, stared wide-eyed at her.
David held up the severed long bunch of hair like a trophy and then dropped it at her feet. He calmly cupped her naked breasts in his large hands and murmured, "You are doing great sub. Relax. I have just begun." David was deliciously intimidating; the duality of his actions has always kept Renee on the edge of thrill.
A slight tug yanked at her head once again as he began shearing the second ponytail off of her head. The ominous sound of scissors through her precious hair danced in waves around her and abruptly stopped again. This time the crowd cheered a bit more as the ponytail joined the previous bunch.