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?When you are finished cleaning the house, you will go and get your haircut. No questions asked. Do you understand?? her Mistress told her. ?An appointment has been booked for you at Barber John?s. He is expecting you.?

?Yes, Madame,? she answered. Her Mistress gave her a long list of chores that had to be done. ?Mistress??????? she started to say.

Her Mistress turned and looked at her, glaring at her. ?Are you questioning your Mistress and the work she has given you to do, slave? You have something you wish to say?? her mistress said.

?Um?????.. no, Madame. It is just that this is a very long list and I did a lot of this yesterday,? she said.

?Well if it is a long list, maybe you should stop delaying. And if you did it yesterday, well maybe you did not do it right. Otherwise it would not be on the list again, would it?? her Mistress said as she walked toward her slave. She placed her gloved hand under her chin and pushed it up. She pushed harder until her slave sniffled. ?Now is there something else you wanted to say??

?No, Madame,? her slave said.

?And no dragging it out. You know what you have to do. Now get busy!? her Mistress ordered. With that her Mistress walked out of the room and headed downstairs to take care of the client she had on the rack. She was left with the chores of the day. Her Mistress took very good care of her and she never disobeyed her. But today, she had an enormous workload. Plus the order that she had to go to Barber John?s. But she knew that if she did not get the chores done and keep the appointment, it could mean a lot of trouble for her. The click of her Mistress? knee high boots struck the stairs as she descended into her dungeon.

In the meantime, her slave had gone upstairs and was vacuuming the halls. She stared at one end of the hall and worked her way toward her Mistress? bedroom. As she got closer to the master bedroom, she noticed that the bedroom door was opened. She knew it was against the rules but she just had to see. She let the vacuum continue to run as she pushed the door open and gazed inside. The view inside overtook her and she stepped in and looked around. The closet was open and she looked inside; lots of miniskirts, leather pants, leather boots, tight tops, sheer clothes; things she knew she could never afford in her wildest dreams. On her Mistress? bed was a black leather skirt. ?God, I wish I could just try it on. I just want to see?????.. She would never know. Besides she is with her client,? her slave said. She reached down and picked up the skirt. She held it in her hand. ?Oh, so soft. So sexy!!!!!!!!!? she said as she looked at the label.

Downstairs in her dungeon, her Mistress was seated at her table after working over her client. She turned on her computer and clicked on a special feature that allowed her to spy on her slave. For a few minutes, she could not find her slave as her slave had entered her closet, looking at all her clothes. Her slave had even gone so far as to put the leather skirt on that she had found on the bed. She came out of the closet and stood infront of her Mistress? mirror. Her Mistress finally found her and what she saw stunned her. ?Oh my god! What is she doing in my bedroom and my new skirt? I must say it looks good on her but she??????????????. This is not acceptable. No, this warrants discipline!!!!!!!!!!!? Her Mistress continued to watch as her slave even took out a sheer blouse and held it up to her torso. As she was watching, her slave?s ever move was being video-taped.

?I better get back to work,? her slave said to herself as she finally put the blouse back and took off the skirt. The slave walked quickly out of her Mistress? bedroom and grabbed the handle of the vacuum cleaner. She quickly finished the hallway and headed down the stairs. Quickly she finished the hallway and wrapped the cord around the cleaner. She put it away and walked to the bathroom to do the floors.

Her Mistress unleashed her client and took him upstairs, booked a new appointment for him and sent him on his way. Her slaves was finishing the upstairs washroom but downstairs, her Mistress got a pair of white gloves and started her inspection, running her fingers over the windowsills. She did not say anything as she continued her inspection but she was not happy. Here her slave was not even halfway through her list of chores. ?I will just wait and see,? she said to herself. ?I will cut her hair myself if I have to. But she is going to get a haircut today.? She looked at her watch. ?3:00 and she is not even half finished.?

She walked up the stairs to her bedroom and changed her clothes. After half an hour she was downstairs in the living room sitting on her long couch. She was dressed in her pointed boots, short black skirt and wine red tight, off the shoulder sweater. Her slave finished the washroom floors and she moved on to her next task. She did not say anything as she watched her slave descend the stairs and walk to the kitchen area. ?She is dragging it out,? she said to herself. ?There is no way she is going to make it to Barber John?s by 5:30.? She got up from the couch and walked back upstairs to her bedroom, where she put in a phone call to the barbershop and she cancelled the appointment but not without cost.

Downstairs, her slave smiled as she held the kitchen phone up to her ear. When she heard her Mistress? phone click and she heard her Mistress? boot heels hitting the floor, she quickly put the kitchen phone down. ?Yes,? she said to herself. ?No haircut for today. I hate Barber John. If I drag it out more, maybe she will end up doing it. She knows how to cut hair. I have seen her use her clippers on her clients. I wish she would do it to me.?

Her slave continued with her work, dragging it as much as she could. Finally at 5:00pm, her Mistress had had enough of the procrastination. ?Get in here,? she ordered her slave.

?Sit down!? her Mistress ordered her. She walked over to the wooden chair. ?Hands at your side!? Her Mistress grabbed her right wrist and strapped it to the side of the chair. Then her left wrist.

?I am sorry, Mistress. I did not ????,? she started to say. Her Mistress planted one boot on the chair. Her cat-o-nine tails hung at her side. She knew her Mistress was angry and there was no way she would be let loose without some form of discipline handed out.

Her Mistress grabbed her long hair. She pulled on the hair. ?You disappoint me!? she said as she pointed her finger in her face. ?Not only did you NOT get your work done but you also had the nerve to go into a room that you do not have permission to enter. And what were you doing touching and trying on your Mistress? garments??

?And you made me lose some money by not getting done in time to get to Barber John?s. Now I will have to book a new appointment for you. Maybe I should cut your hair myself!? her Mistress said. ?Maybe a nice crewcut will teach you that you do not screw around with me.?

?Yes, Mistress,? she answered.

Her Mistress pulled harder and she turned her head slightly to the side and she closed her eyes. She sniffled because of the pain she was feeling. She knew her Mistress was mad and on the outside she was in pain as her Mistress pulled harder and harder on her hair. But inside she was happy, knowing that her Mistress mentioned crew cut. ?You would like that, wouldn?t you, slave? You have seen your Mistress use her clippers, not just on her male clients but also on a few female clients too. You would like to see me use them on you.? Her slave nodded her head in agreement. That was not expected by her Mistress. ?What did I just see you do, slave? Nodding your head? You want me to cut your hair, don?t you?? her Mistress said.

?Yes, Mistress. I have been praying that one day you would cut my hair and that I would feel your clippers on my head. I purposely dragged the chores out because I did not want to go and see Barber John. I want you to cut my hair and give me a crew cut,? she begged. ?I want you to give me the same cut your gave your female client last week. The one you had me witness and clean up after??

Her Mistress stood in awe. ?You liked that?? she hissed at her slave. ?Fine you are going to get just that. But I am not going to show you any mercy. Yes, you will get a crew cut and you will get it right now.? Her Mistress walked away from the chair, leaving her strapped in the chair. She returned in five minutes carrying her black doctor?s bag. She placed it on the side table and opened it.

Taking out her black Wahl clippers, she removed the guard, oiled the teeth and pushed her slave?s head, tilting it to the side. She flicked the switch and the clippers came to life. She pushed back her slave?s sides and placed the teeth at the side of her face. She made the first pass, up the side, stopping two inches before the crown. She flicked her wrist and a clump of black curls fell to the floor. She made a second and third pass. A fourth pass and soon she was at the neck. She pushed her slave?s head down till she was looking directly into her lap. She pushed harder into her head, and the shearing continued. She did not hear as her slave whimpered. She had told her slave that she would show no mercy.

Finishing the neck, she walked around and did the opposite side, shearing up from the ear and around to the back. All that remained was the crown. She grabbed the hair on the top of her slave?s head and pulled her head up. Putting her free arm under her slave?s chin, she gripped the clippers and ran them right down the middle of her slave?s head. Everything fell in large clumps of hair. After mercilessly shearing her slave?s head with the Wahl clippers, she grabbed a second smaller clipper and she ran it with speed and force over her crown. Crew cut? Definitely. The end result was a 1/8 inch haircut, all over.

Putting the clippers back into her black doctor?s bag, she stood back and looked at her slave. She raised her slave?s chin with her hand, pushing her neck up as far as she could go. Then she started berating her slave, humiliating her. But then she snapped. She started to cry as she quickly untied the restrains on her wrist.

Her Mistress stepped back and stood against the wall, sobbing uncontrollably. ?Oh God!!!!!!! How could I do this? Look at what you forced me to do? I promised I would never allow myself to punish my slave unless she really deserved it and it would never be to take away her beauty,? her Mistress said as she stood and looked at her slave.

Her slave got up from the chair and walked forward. She got down on her knees and grabbed her Mistress around her legs. ?No, Mistress, please don?t do that. I am happy. I have wanted to have you do this for me for a long time. I am very grateful. Please don?t kick yourself for doing it. I promise I will never push you buttons, forcing you to doing this again. But I hope you will keep me this way. I am pleased with my new look,? she said. Her Mistress looked down at her. She placed her hand under her chin and lifted it up. Her slave nodded her head.

Her Mistress looked at the pile of hair that lay infront and behind the chair. ?Clean this room up quickly and then come into the living room,? she said. Her slave did what she was ordered to do in ten minutes. She swept up all the hair and then returned to the living room where her Mistress sat waiting for her. She got down on the floor in front of her Mistress?s boots. Her Mistress started stroking her shaved head. ?Yes, I think I will keep you like this but know that you volunteered. You were not forced.?

?No, Mistress. I asked you to do this. I do not regret it,? her slave said. ?Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for making me feel special and beautiful.?

Author: hairman001 Copyright ? 2004 Legally registered to ? 2000 JCWP DESIGN SERVICES This story is protected under Canadian Copyright laws and is not allowed to be downloaded or sent to any other web site without the legal implications associated with copyright law. This story has been placed on this web site for your enjoyment but you are not allowed to take a copy of this story, even for yourself, without the granted permission of the author. Do not abuse the privilege!!!!!!!

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