On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2 - Sex Stories

On Display: A Mannequin Fetish, Part 2

... this new level of exposure and her chest no longer concealed by her long tresses. Nathan smiled again, and cupped her head in his hands; he began to circle her lips with his tongue, then pushing the bottom lip down gently with his thumb, the kissing grew deeper. Michelle enjoyed this more than expected, and the pleasure it gave momentarily distracted her from the anguish of seeing her severed hair covering the carpeted floor below her feet. The deep kissing continued for a few minutes, until he gently withdrew his tongue and released her chin and mouth from his grip. Walking behind her once again, Michelle could hear him rumbling through a bag where he had the scissors and other tools. 'I'll have to get used to this new short hair,' she thought, and just as she reached upward to touch her shorn locks, Nathan unexpectedly grabbed her arms and thrust them down by her sides. "No," he said sternly, making Michelle flinch, and then the popping sound of clippers made her tremble all over, shaking unsteadily. "Stay still," he said in a softer tone, yet still firm. "If you keep moving, I will have to tie you down so that I can finish without cutting you..." Michelle obeyed and closed her eyes, remaining as immobile as the mannequins in the front display window of the store. Firmly, Nathan placed one hand on top of her head, pushing it down forward, so that her chin was pressed against her chest, face looking at the beads of water falling from her eyes onto her bare lap. The metal ...

... teeth of the machine began at the back, shearing first the nape and working their way up to the occipital bone, one path at a time, and gently undercutting the sides just above the ears. When the buzzing sound ceased, Michelle began to calm a bit, until she heard the snapping of the scissors again. Nathan continued at the back, slicing off more hair, this time smaller flakes trickled over her body, joining the rest of the clippered short hairs and longer curly tresses beneath. When he was done, he moved in front of her once again; holding her head still as he moved the open shears around her now chin length bangs, slicing a blunt line across her eyebrows. A layer of thick, straight bangs now completed a severe A-line bob; the result of Nathan's wild yet controlled hacking of her locks. He wiped away her wet cheeks and kissed her softly this time on the lips; he then took her hand in his and led her back to the change room. Once inside, she changed into her new outfit: black cashmere cardigan with the pearl buttons, a black pleated skirt with the knee high fishnets and the 6" heels to match. Looking into the mirror, she encountered a more striking, grown up, sexy version of herself. A slow, deliberate smile crept across her face as she reached up to touch the clipper shaved back of her head, fingers moving through the abbreviated hair, not curly any longer, but straight, golden with a slight wave in the front where the tresses hung to her lips. Michelle could see Nathan observing ...