I Hired Her
It was a slow day at 'Salon De Elegance', but I preferred it that way. My saloon sat on a forgotten street at the edge of the town, from Sibiu's bustling city center. The road is narrow and uneven, lined with aging buildings whose faded facades whisper of a more vibrant past. The narrow cobblestone road is lined with a mix of old, crumbling buildings and a few stubborn businesses that have weathered time. The air is quiet, save for the occasional chirp of birds or the distant hum of passing trams. Weeds peek through cracks in the pavement, single lamp post flickers weakly at night, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Few people venture here unless they know exactly where they're going, giving the area an almost ethereal stillness.
My name is Ana, short for Anastasia Luxemont, I am 23 and I am a royal blood. My family owns multiple businesses across Romania, be it hotels, hospitals and resorts, and have ties with the aristocracy. My home, the Luxemont estate is a sprawling manor surrounded by dense forests, its towering stone facade blending Gothic and Baroque architecture. Turrets rise against the sky, and ivy crawls up the walls, giving it the appearance of something out of a dark fairytale. Inside, the halls are adorned with portraits of stern ancestors, ornate chandeliers, and priceless heirlooms. The atmosphere is cold, formal, and suffocating. So, I left to make a name on my own to this remote town.
I looked into the mirror as I sipped my morning coffee and my almond shaped eyes are piercing green, a dead giveaway of my family heritage, stared right back at me. I was dressed in a plain white top, faded blue denims and cozy black flats. The overhead tube made my jet-black hair shine, my hair that I had done up in a sleek tight bun with a middle partition at the back of my head. It stood out in complete contrast to my pale skin and framed my heart shaped face. Living alone made sure that I did everything around my saloon and my house by myself thus allowing me to keep my petite 5'3'' tall frame in shape. My jeans hugged my curves in all the right places, and I was proud of my perky tight breasts.
It was peaceful out here rather than suffering the heated pollical scenario in my home, even though I had a very few customers every day I lived comfortably, growing my own food in the yard that was separating the saloon and my tiny cottage. The doorbell yanked me out of my trance as I glanced to see a tall brunette standing nervously at my door.
"Is...is the saloon open?", she asked nervously, looking at me yet unable to maintain eye contact.
"It is, how may I help you today?", I asked in a calm tone.
She was looking out of place with her pink scarf and long brown overcoat, she appeared to be in her mid 20's with her hair tied in a low ponytail. I gestured for her to take a seat as I turned my back towards her giving her a private moment while I finished my coffee and grabbed a folded black cape. I turn around to face her as she sits comfortably in the single large leather chair facing the giant wall mirror. I put my hands on the backrest as my hand reaches out and slowly pulls her ponytail over the back of the seat.
I stroke her hair and then look at her straight in the eyes through the mirror, "So what can I do for you today?"
I could tell right off the bat that she wanted to feel the liberation, she wanted to be free...I could somehow gauge at her answer even before the words formed in her mouth.
"I need a haircut", she responded slowly.
I smiled warmly at her as I grabbed the folded cape and shook it open, draping her with it in one swift motion and making it tight around her neck as I pulled the hair tie holding the low ponytail free. I ran my fingers through her hair as I detangled the strands. Her hair was thick, chocolate brown in color and till the middle of her back. I ran my hands through her hair till I was satisfied with my work and then started talking with her again.
"So, you are looking to go short..." I asked with my eyebrows raised at her, " the real question is how short?"
My words were a whisper and there is probably something else you should know about me; I am a hair fetish and a lesbian. So, she right here was my sweet spot. I could feel the tension in the air as I waited calmly for her answer. Her eyes told me that she was ready to surrender but I wanted a verbal confirmation from her, for legal reasons, but she was my really just my prey, and I was toying with her.
"Ummm....I...I wanted to get a trim till maybe my shoulders" she paused as if waiting for me to agree with her.
But I am a hairdresser and a fetish at that, I will not stop at just a small trim.
"Really, I had something else in my mind, a makeover for you." I spoke with authority and finality.
Grabbing a wide red comb in one hand and a pair of heavy metallic scissors in the other I watched in pleasure as her eyes went wide, with shock, submission and thrill as I began to work on her hair. I spared no opportunity to not be rough with her, pulling her hair as I started getting wet while I combed her strands roughly. I watched her yelp in pain, but she never protested as I gathered her hair in a neatly combed handheld ponytail and held it tightly as I used it like a handle to move her head around deliberately before tying it up in a low ponytail at the base of her neck. Each passing moment was turning me on more and more as my erect nipples were clearly visible through my top and my pussy was getting damp. I wrapped her ponytail around my wrist as I dug my nails into the base of her scalp while I pulled her head down and supported her neck with my hand holding the scissors.
"You are getting bobbed, and you don't get a say in this", I spoke with strictness of a dom.
I saw her quiver and blush, then she slipped her hand inside her jeans. The bitch was enjoying it all along and this made me smirk as I let her ponytail loose before putting the entire thickness of her tail between my trusted pair of scissors and starting to chop it off. The loud crunch against the dry thick hair drew an even louder gasp...or was it a moan? I thought to myself but continued to chop her ponytail off till the ponytail,along with the black hair tie, was dangling from my hand.
I straightened up as I showed her about 9 inches long ponytail of hers as the now chopped hair fell around her neck and over her face. Her body was hot, and her scalp was starting to sweat a little as I watched her close her eyes and slip even deeper into my seat. I smiled as I enjoyed watching her finger herself crazy but her make over was not complete just yet, so with a big smile plastered on my face I dropped the ponytail on her lap and then using both of my hands (spread wide like an eagle) I pushed it from her nape, all the way till the top of the back of her head and grabbed as much hair as I could. I could feel her stop and grunt in pain as I pulled her by her hair back to a straighter sitting position.
"Enjoying yourself a little too much huh?" I whispered in her ear.
I felt her nod stupidly making me chuckle as I let go of her now very messy bob. I quickly evened her bob and then styled it using a dry shampoo and a thin comb. Her hair is so thick, I was thinking to myself as I ran my hands from the top of her forehead into the back as I swiftly pulled off the cape from around her neck and sure enough caught her with her hand inside her unbuttoned jeans.
"As much as I would enjoy watching you squirt, I can't really afford to get this seat cleaned when you are done so off you go, and it will be $45!" I spoke with smile as she hurried off out of my chair hastily buttoning up and handing me 50 dollars as rushing out of my shop all in under a single minute. I smiled to myself as I walked over to the cash register and secured the fifty dollars in it.
I was used to having slow days and today was no exception as I was browsing on my laptop when I came across an advertisement. It was about some lady called Selene Dreadmoore or Mistress Selene as the ad referred to her apparently, she was a dominatrix for hire. My curiosity got the better of me as I clicked on it only to get to her website that advertised that you could straight up hire her to dominate you for 20 bucks an hour or 75 bucks for a day. It did not feel like a scam and all you could see was the tall Romanian with sleeked back hair staring at you from the screen. Her breasts were gigantic and so was her attitude through those glaring bright blue eyes. I don't know what possessed me to hire her for tonight. It was all in a dazed state as I paid her 75 bucks and put in my address. I closed my saloon early in the evening and was taking a stroll through my short but well-maintained garden to my small abode.
I closed the door behind me as I was greeted by the scent of the sandal wood diffuser above the fireplace. Tugging the black hair tie, that was holding my hair bun in place, free and onto my wrist, I let out a small grunt of relief, letting my hair fall as I raked my hands through my scalp. My hair uncoiled and fell framing my whole body as the greasy shiny locks finally came to rest hovering just below my hips. I ran my hand through my hair once more as I could feel the calm washing over me slowly. I decided to have a hot bath, eat my dinner and then sleep till my mistress...I mean till Selene arrived for the night. Placing the frozen pizza in the oven, I poured myself a glass of red wine and I made my way to the bathroom as I started undressing, I took off my flats, then my top and slipped out of my jeans into a moist white panty. I stopped wearing a bra a long time ago and I removed my panty rubbing myself a little as I feel the trimmed public hair rubbing against my fingers. I turn on the hot water in my bathtub watching the soapy bath fill itself as I gathered my hair back and slowly stepped inside the comforting bath, letting my hair hang outside as I slipped my wine. The wine helped calm my nerves as the clock ticked away building up the anticipation of the unknown, I finished my wine and dozed off for I don't know how long before the sound of oven woke me up and I took a deep breath. Slowly rising from the hot steamy tub I sat on the edge debating the play in my mind as I ended up grabbing my pink razor and gently shaving the small rubble clean, I used a soft towel to dry my pussy followed by a bit of coconut oil as I unclogged the bath, dried myself with a hot towel and wore the velvet red cotton bathrobe and strode into the kitchen, pulling out the steaming hot pizza and watching the clock strike 7:30 pm. I settled on my plush leather couch and watched a movie finishing the food and movie at the same time before cleaning up the living room and brushing my teeth, finally slipping into my warm bed for a short nap.
The sharp ring of the doorbell followed by aa very formal and equally loud knocking on my door woke me up from my dreamless slumber, I wrapped the bathrobe closer to my body as I pushed my hair over my back, walking barefoot to the door. I opened it to look at a tall woman standing in my courtyard. Selene was tall, over 5'10'' easily and well-built with a barely-there-tan, she stood there like a queen with thigh-high black leather boots, glinting under the streetlight, paired with a form-fitting over bust red corset and a long brown trench coat. The bold crimson lipstick, her smoky bright blue eyes with the unwavering fierce gaze and her short shoulder length dirty blonde hair completed the look of a dominatrix that the website was barely able to do any justice to.
