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This is the story, as told to me by my ex, my first girlfriend. She stands at about 5'5, weighed around 135 and had a mix of gold, medium brown, and medium blonde hair that hung down to the top of her waist and was slightly curly/ wavy at the tips. After we broke up, we remained friends for a few years. This is one of the things that explained a lot about why we didn't work out...

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One day, Wendy called and told me and another friend of ours, Deej, to come over, she had something to show us. After arriving at the house Wendy was renting a room at, my friend and I rang the doorbell and waited. When the door opened, we were met with a surprise.

Wendy had very short hair. Maybe, 3-4 inches towards the front and quite short in the back, but since it was curling in places, it looked much shorter. Suffice it to say, it was quite the shock. 

"Sporty, no?" she said as our mouths were hanging open. 

"Wha-What happened" Said Deej. 

"Well, I always wondered what short hair was like, so I decided to try it."

I though, had other thoughts. 

"It wasn't John?" I asked, knowing that a few months back, Wendy told me a few things about this guy she was dating. He told her during one of his "fits" coming down off meth that he might one day chain her up in his basement, strip her naked and shave her head to make her his love slave. 

Yeah, there is stable relationship material. 

She always found him frightening she told me...and it turned her on. 

Yeah, she was stable relationship material too. 

After I said that to her, she looked at me for a moment, looked down, and said "No, I thought it was time to try something new."

Mmhmm I thought, this coming from a woman that still dressed as if it was 1985. 16 years after the fact. 

Deej and I were invited in and we hung out the rest of the day and talked like the three of us always do. I probed a bit more about her hair, but she was being defensive. Now I really knew that was much more to this story. But I let it slide for now. She will tell me. I could tell she wanted to. 

One day.

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About a year later, she had broken up with John. She called me to come over to talk about things. She shed a few tears for him (which I had never seen her do for anyone before) and the more we got into the relationship, the more she told me about how he treated her. Things like how he forbade her from using birth control so she would have his kid, even though she hated kids. How he would leave her alone in his apartment with no food, because meth-heads never eat. And how she would have to "be ready" for him when he got home from work. 

She said how he liked her on some days to be naked and standing near the front door for when he gets home so she can greet him "properly" by dropping to her knees, opening his pants and blowing him. She told me that was always his favorite, even over regular sex. She would have to give him head so often, her neck would hurt for days at a time. 

He also liked to grab her hair in a ponytail while she was doing this. He would twist it, pull it tight and just be very rough. 

That night, we talked so long, I ended up staying the night. As we talked, we were laying in her bed, on our sides, her back to me. Not quite spooning, but very near each other. As she was telling me all the stories, I started to run my fingers through her hair, gently. She always use to like her head being rubbed, it was her favorite. I did it, as old habit, when she was feeling down about something. 

She stopped talking for a moment and I could feel her sigh. 

"What’s wrong?" I asked quietly. 

"I miss my long hair" she replied. 

"I always wondered about that. What happened?" I asked.

"Yeah..." she sighed. "You always knew John was behind that, huh?"

"Yes. He liked to control you". I felt her close up a bit. 

I continued to stroke her hair. 

I do have to say, short hair really did suit her well. Later on, we were out shopping at second hand stores and she found an old 1920's flapper hat. I convinced her to buy it after I saw how it looked on her. The curls peeking out from under the back of it made her look so cute. It made her blue eyes really stand out. 

Ok, so I still cared for her. So sue me. 

As I kept rubbing her head for a bit, she finally relaxed and told me what happened:

"One day, John and I were getting ready for bed. I just got under the covers when John came out of the bathroom and said 'Tomorrow, when I get home from work, I want you to have freshly washed hair, still wet and wait, in here, for me. Naked of course'. I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but he loved to play these games. "Ok John, but why?". He gave me one of his stares that said to never question him like that. I just looked down and said "Ok".

"As I waited for him to get home, which was usually around 5:30 pm, I kept getting more and more nervous about what he had in store. Of course there was no food in the house still and I didn't even have me bike to go to the store, all I could so was sit and wait. At 4:45, I went, took a shower and washed my hair. After I was done, I towel dried myself and went into the bedroom, naked, to wait, sitting on the bed".

"5:30 came. I heard the doorknob jiggle and a key pushed into the lock, telling me he was home. My heart started pounding in my chest. The bedroom is right off the living room, near the front door. The front door opened, I could hear him take the few steps it took to get to the room and I stood up..."

She got quiet again for a few moments. With a bit of a shaky intake of breath, she continued:

"He walked into his room, still dirty, sweaty, from his work. He was a mechanic, working on cars at his friends shop. That’s how he was able to hold down a job and still do meth so often. He and the owner, life long buddies and users, would get high together".

"He stood there and just stared at me. It made me so uncomfortable. Like I was a prey animal and he was starving".

"Hi John" I said to him.

"He didn't say anything, he just walked to the bed, stood next to me, and looked at me. He then reached out and touching my shoulder lightly, turned me around until my back was to him. I felt him touch my hair, lift it away from my shoulder and run his fingers down the length of it. I shivered".

"He finally said 'You know what to do next'. I turned around, looked at him and slowly went to my knees. I unbuttoned his pants, then slid the zipper down. I looked back up at him and asked 'Would you like to shower first?'. 'No. Now pull down my pants, all the way'. I blinked. He started to look mad, so I slid his pants down to the tops of his boots".

"After a moment, he sat on the bed, near the pillows and pulled me over. His carpet was rough on my knees, but I scooted over the few inches as quickly as I could".

"I took him in my mouth, it wasn't pleasant, the sweat of the day sickly sweet. But I did what he liked. After a few minutes, I really got into it, hoping it would wind him down like it sometimes does and he won't do whatever it is he had in mind from last night. I felt him relax a bit and I gave it my best, to make him happy".

"I remember hearing the drawer open, the one in the nightstand next to the bed, but I didn't think anything of it. He then told me to 'slow down. Take it long and slow'. I did and felt him stiffen up a bit, so I thought he was near to coming. I then felt him reach down, wrap his fingers around my hair at the base of my head and twist. He tugged hard a few times and told me to go even slower. My eyes were closed and I did everything he asked. I wanted this to be very good. Next thing I know, I felt something at the base of my head, maybe his other hand, and there was more tugging, but different. I wasn't sure, but I didn't want to stop and make him mad, so I ignored it. I started hearing something else, a sound I wasn't sure of. More tugging, but it kept getting lighter on my left side and moving to the middle. I then felt like my hair brushing my left cheek..."

"I hesitated. He told me to keep going and not to stop until he told me to. By now, the feeling and sound was coming from my right and near my ear and finally, the tugging...it stopped. And so did I. I opened my eyes with him still in my mouth, and I saw out of the corner of my eye my hair, hanging there, half way up my cheek".

"'Keep going!' he grumbled. I - I didn't know what to do. He pushed my head down hard, gagging me a bit and I started back up again. 'NO stopping until I tell you to' he said again. He came so hard in me, I couldn't take it all in. I had to do all I could not to spit it back out. Finally, when I could breathe again I leaned back and reached for my hair. I could tell there wasn't much left in the back. At the base, it was short enough to stick up".

"'Wha...why did you do that John??' He looked at me, smiling and holding what use to be my hair in a ponytail in one hand and large scissors in the other. 'Because I wanted you to have short hair now'. And I'm not done yet. We need to cut the front and sides now too". 

He dropped the ponytail on the bed and reached out, grabbed me by the top of my hair and pulled me back in close. 'Take me in your mouth again and go nice and slow'. 'But John, no. Please don't. Let me look at my hair first'. He started to look very angry and I was afraid. I took him slowly in my mouth, looking up at him. He just stared. I started up again and did what I could. I felt him run his fingers through my hair over and over. Then I heard that sound again, the sound of my hair being cut. Slowly. I felt the hair come down on my head and slide down my cheek and fall into my face and over us both. I felt my hair go into my mouth as I slid it up and down him. I couldn't believe it. And he got hard again, fast".

"After about 5 minutes, he told me to stop and stand up, 'I want to see my handy work'. I stood and reached up and felt my hair again. There wasn't much left and it was ragged. 'Go in the bathroom and fix your hair. I'll be in in a few minutes to take a shower. You should join me to wash off all that hair stuck to you'".

"I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was about 4 inches on the top and sides and one inch or less in the back. I couldn't believe it. I went through the drawers and found some scissors and tried to even out what was left of my hair. I got most of the front and sides evened out when I saw him walk in. 'I like it. I should have done this a long time ago. I was tired of seeing your long hair. Much better' he purred in my ear as he slid up close. 'The back needs some fixing, let me' as he took the scissors from my hand. I felt him slide his fingers up through the back of my hair again and heard him start cutting. I just closed my eyes and let him do his work, resigned. After a couple minutes, I heard the scissors being laid down on the counter and him walking away. I reached back and felt the back of my head and...it was short. The shower was turned on, the curtains were opened and he said 'Get in here'. I went. I let all the hair wash off me. What a different feeling it was not having much hair left. After he washed up, we had sex in there. I came hard. I wasn't sure why, but it was intense. I was afraid. Of him. But, it felt great".

"He told me I had to keep my hair short after that. He would cut it again if I didn't have it done. I went to a shop after that. I knew next time I would end up bald. Now I'm not sure what to do".

After that, she become quiet again. We laid there and I just rubbed her head that night until she fell asleep. 

She kept her hair short after that. Two years later, she moved to Arizona. 

Me, I got to keep our cat. I got the better end of that relationship.

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