I Hired Her

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.

Selene was studying me the same way I was looking at her, her smart eyes had a brief glint of mischief before she spoke in a calm and measured tone, "So do you want me to begin the show right here or are you going to invite me in?"

"Yes...yes sorry my bad." I fumbled, stepping aside as I hugged my bathrobe close to me feeling quite bare without any makeup on as she brushed past me inside my house with a big black duffle bag in toe. "Please make yourself comfortable, can I get you something, water, coffee or wine?"

"I am alright, we should first sit and talk alright, so tell me about yourself", Selene's voice was soothing, yet it had an undermining authority.

"Well, my name is Anastasia, but you can call me Ana. I am a hairdresser. I own the saloon outside on the main street." I spoke slowly sitting opposite to her with the glass coffee table between us.

"Oh that is wonderful," Selene pointed at my messy hair, "I would have never guessed it with that long hair of yours. So, what do you expect from me tonight, Ana?"

I was caught off guard with such bluntness but still found myself speaking my heart out, "I am a lesbian and a hair fetish. I know it is a terrible combination but this along with the kink of servitude, humiliation, pain and degradation is what I want from you tonight."

Selene seemed taken aback by my horny ass answer making my cheeks blush and ear tips bright red. I looked down now embarrassed with my straightforward answer.

"In that case, we will have a lot of fun," Selene's smooth voice broke free from the other side of the table.

I looked up to see a bright smile on her face. "Come over here, slut."

The short, firm and verbally degrading sentence sent a chill down my spine as I slowly got up from my spot and began to move towards her.

"First lesson of the night: whenever I call you over to me, you crawl." Selene held up a finger as she dictated the rules, "Secondly, sluts don't get to wear clothes or cover themselves in front of the mistress so loose the robe."

I opened my comfortable bath robe to expose my perky breasts and hard nipples to her as I dropped to my knees. Tucking my hair behind my ears and with an already damp pussy I slowly crawled over to Selene as she unzipped her bag and pulled out a collar - a simple black leather dog collar with a single chrome D-ring at the front, it had the words 'Slut Princess' embroidered in the front. I held up my hair as she put the collar around my neck, choking a little as she tied it behind my neck and locked it in place with a golden key, slipping the key inside the bag as I could feel the weight of both the lock and the collar on my neck, now very much awake.

"You look so pretty now", Selene said in a mocking tone. "Start referring to me as Mistress Selene or just Mistress," she hooked a finger through the D-ring and yanked my face upwards as she slowly whispered back, " and I am a hair fetish lesbian too."

Those words sent shivers down my back as I saw her eyes glinting with the possibilities.

"Now since you are a hairdresser, I need a favor from you. I need a trim and a side shave," Selene spoke running her free hand through her shoulder length blonde hair while still holding my neck captive with her finger in the collar ring. "How satisfied I am with the haircut will decide how much fun I will be having tonight so don't you fucking screw this up bitch."

Selene ended it with a sudden slap across my face, the sheer suddenness of the slap catching me off guard as my face burns with the print of her palm, my eyes moist with tears as I am just able to take the abuse while choking as I try to sob in peace.

"Mistress we can do the haircut at my saloon; I have all the tools over there for h=the haircut you have asked for." I speak with a quiver in my voice as she nods.

Selene put a metallic leash on the D-ring and gets up from the sofa as I start crawling out of my own house on all fours as she holds the leash like l am her personal bitch. I crawl up to the backdoor of my saloon and unlock it with the spare key that I kept hidden under the rock and led Selene inside. She glanced around in my saloon and then sat on the leather chair rubbing the armrests as she looked me dead in the eye.

"You can get up for now slut and I don't like being caped," Selene thundered.

I simply nodded my head and got up without a word, relieved as the blood rang back to my legs as I stumbled around my own shop to find a pair of big metallic clippers, a fine-toothed comb and a pair of scissors. I stood behind her and ran my hands though her blond locks, feeling the wavy texture and the thickness of her strands as I took the comb and started combing her hair from the top of her forehead all the way back while gathering her hair into my free hand. I kept combing her hair till it was all in a small handheld low ponytail. I combed her ponytail again a little rougher this time as I watched her close her eyes in pain, hiding my smirk, I got to work. I first snipped off about an inch and a half of her ponytail to make her hair length just a little below her jaw line, then pulled the ponytail free as I took the comb again. I started sectioning her hair off in two parts, a right partition and used two thick claw clips to hold the rest of her hair away from the right partition.

I saw Selene pulling the zip of her suit down and rubbing herself slowly as I worked my way through her hair, from the front to the back making sure the clips were tight and tugging at her scalp. I finally grabbed the clippers and slowly ran it from the front, my breast resting against the cold leather back as the leash dangled down to my thighs. I heard her moan as she started fingering herself to the vibrations of the clippers against her scalp as her hair showered over her body. I couldn't find myself telling her not to cum on my plush leather chair as I carefully worked my way through her scalp, making sure that all the hair is buzzed off by the guard less clippers while the hair on the top and the left side of her head remained untouched. Once I was done, I switched off the powerful and hefty clippers, placing them back in the drawers, then removed the claw clips holding the rest of her hair and running a comb through the rest of her mane finishing her look. Selene sat there her fingers wet with her pussy juice as she motioned me to come forwards.

Before Selene could speak, "I am not into haircuts and head shaves mistress." I blurt out prompting her to stop and then glare at me.

Selene grabbed my loose hair and pulled me to face her as she spit in my face, "Bitch, I just wanted to wipe my juices off on your fucking hair, I knew that you hated haircuts when I saw that ass length hair of yours fucking cunt!"

Selene yelled at me as with my vision partially blurred from her saliva, I felt her wiping her finger clean over my hair. "Where is the washroom? I want to take a bath and get rid of all the tiny hair on my neck and body," she questioned.

"The only washroom is back in the house Mistress; We can go there as I need to take a toilet break as well!" I replied rather too enthusiastically. "OWWW AAAAHHH!!!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. As without saying another word, she grabbed my hair and dragged me out of my saloon by it, into my garden.

"Bitches don't pee in the fucking bathroom!" Selene yelled though her gritting teeth as she stopped in the middle of the garden. She unhooked the metallic leash and gathered my hair out of my face as she yanked me to a corner. "Pee now bitch!" She yelled again.

Afraid of being punished any further and with a headache now brewing, I squatted there, using my fingers to hold my pussy lips open and started to piss in my garden like an animal, ashamed and thoroughly humiliated. I couldn't even speak once I was done as she led me back home now using my hair as a leash while I crawled behind her like a faithful but abused pet. I pointed her to the direction of the bathroom, she let go of my hair.

"Make a neatly combed high ponytail with a middle partition and sit on the floor next to the roasty fire burning in the fireplace till I am done, warm yourself up it was quite chilly out there." Selene spoke with warmth that took me by surprise as I watched her grab her bag and walk to my bathroom.