Monday, 11 February 2013

Palani Temple head-shave story from Tamil Nadu



I am radhika near Madurai I got marriage three years before.my mil and hus are more religious I am also religious every year my mil and husband are wearing mala for palani temple and they go temple by walk.this year i asked my mil aunty I also wearing malai she said ok.next day all the three members in our family go to market and purchased tulasi mala and four yellow sarees for me and mil and two yellow dothies for my hus.next day morning we take headbath and wear yellow sarees my mil applied vibuthi pattai on all fore heads that meants three long vibuthi stripes. Then go to vinayagar temple near my house and weared a malai.after coming to our house my mil said she and my hus mil said she and my hus planned to shave their heads in palani and she requsted me to give three cuts.i accepted and asked my mil aunty you have a long hair why to shave she replied venduthal. two days later my friend suba come to my house and she looked my getup and said enna samiyarini mathri ayita entha koviluku malai.i replied palani murugan temple and she said manjal selai vibuthi pattaila samiyarini mathri irruka appidiyae palanila mottai adichitina orginal samiyar ave mariruvae.i laughed and said naan mottai podala enga athai yum hus um motao poduranga she said neeyum mottai pottuka appathan mottai kudumbam nu solla midium my mil laughed pavam radhika avala vambu illukatha. After suba relive from our home that matter going on my mind and imagine abt my bald look it was interesting and I thinked abt en naamalum oru thadava mottai adika kudathu.in lunch table I asked my mil athai ennuku mottai potta nalla irrukuma my mil replied why u r asked that question mottai poda assaiya I replied illa atha summa than kettan neenga mottai poda poratha pathi nenaithu partheen appathan naanum mottai adicha enna nu thonuichu she said you r a young girl and u have a long hair athanala nee venanumnu sonnanen I replied parava illai athai samiku thana mudi a koodukirom and I also had a wish to shave my head .mil said ok your hair ur wish but inform to ur hus and parents.i said pls,thai neengale solli permission vangi thanga.she agreed.evening my hus retrun from office my mil said to my hus radhika um mottai poda assaipadura nee enna sollura hus asked enna didirunu aasai I replied neenga rendu perum mottai adikum pothu naan matum mudi oda irruntha nalla irrukathu.he smiled and said ok.after that mil called my parents in mobile and naanga ellurom malaai pottu irrukom kudumbathoda mudi irrakalumnu mudivu panni irrukom neenga permission kudutha radhika vum mudi irrakuva illaina poo mudi eduthu kittum.my parents said if radhika wish she shave her head.i am very happy next day I go to suba house and asked neeium palaniku vaa enku company iku.she agreed and I did not said abt my tonsure.on that day me my hus and mil go to palani by walk suba joined with us in palani bus stand and she asked my mil aunty eppa mottai adika porenga apidiyae ivalukum mottai adichi vitingana nalla irrukum I said suba summa irru naan mottai poda maataen then we go to lodge and freshup.i said suba nee ingayae rest edu ivarum athaium mottai poda poranga naan kudappietu varen she said ok. I kept my tonsure matter surprisely for suba. we go to saravana poigai tonsure hall and we directly go to barber he said first purchase a ticket. My hus go to counter and bought three tokens and gave in our hands first my hus and mil sat before various barbers in a same time . That time I was nervous and butterfly fly in my heart. And I un braid my hair.in five mins they stand up with clead bald head my hus was diffeent look without hair and mistache .i rubbed my mil head and said mottai athai she replied innum angu nimasathula neeyum motta mandai agapora appurum enna.that time my said appurum pesikillam late aguthu so I gave token to one barber he asked mottaiya poo mudiya I replied with smile mottai barber smiled asked me to sat before him.i sat barber bent my head towards him and take a hand full of water and message in my head that time one lady come she braid my hair in to two knots then my head is totaly wet and water swatig on my face then he change the blade in knife she started shaving my head.in two mins one knot fall in my lap after twomins another knot follows it.and he made my head.after that we go to room I was stayed before a door suba looked my mil and said aunty u r looking beautiful in bald and wr is radhika she said she is coming that time I entered in the room.suba saw me and got surprised hey neeum mottai pottutiya and rubbed my head for long time.we take bath my mil applied sandal paste on all bald heads it was so cool and I like it . And we wear yellow dress mil applied a vibuthi pattai on all fore heads including suba.i asked suba nee sona saamiyar look vandhuruicha she smiled and said me mottai we go to temple next day I go to my parents house I gave prasadam I mother very happy. and my elder sisters childrens coming and rub my head and said mottai aunty.from that suba always called me a mottai.next day I inform my mil athai adutha varusamum mottai podalam,she accepted.and suba hus told their family inculding suba will shave their heads for next year suba smiled I also smiled with bald head.

Head shave story at Tirupathi temple



Hi this is Revathi and ya its me. I want share my hair shave experience. My family have 5 members(me,mom.dad and a younger brother).we are already booked the train ticket to travel to tirupathi temple for a shave and worship. Sunday morning we are reached thirupathi at 6o clock.and we have rest few more min.my dad called my mom shall we moved to kalyanakatta, then my mom call me.you bought some flowers. 

Then we are went to kalyanakatta there was very rush. My dad take 4 tickets with blades. 2 of the same no and 2 token is different then mom told my dad me ,revathi,raj we are going one side.you and kumar take that token my dad said ok.we are waiting in a queue. That line only 7 members in a queue.i am the 4th person first one old lady then my brother and then my mom next me,the barber already told the hs person wet the hair so we are wet the hair. First my brother go and sit infront of the barber and already handover the ticket and blade.Then the barber change the blade and shave my raj head with in 5 min he was bald.Then my brother getup then my mom sit infront of the barber my mom have very tick hair and also very long same to me.the barber bend my mom head my mom remove the flowers he take the knife to mom head with the sound shrrrrr... Shrrrrrrrrrrrrrr the hairs down on the cross leg. With in 5 min totally over my mom also bald and she is very cute in bald head. Then she getup and then me turn i sat infront of the barber then gave the token and blade then i removed my band and flowers . He changed the blade. Then stared the head shave my hair fall down my cross leg. Totally completed he told ok madam u getup and we are moved to bath and applied sandal in our head my dad and bro joined with us. Then we are going to swamy dharisanam after that monday evening we are comeback.

Tirumala temple head shave story - Long hair shaved

Head shave at tirumala temple.


Hi I am Subha married since two years since then leading a happy and cheerful married life. I and my husband were planning to get our heads shaved after the marriage. Today our head shave fantasy has come true.
The journey towards our Dream . . . . 

We have planned and booked tickets for our journey, lodging and Temple Dasrshan prior visiting Tirumala Temple tirupati. We have traveled through flight from Hyderabad and reached Tirumala  by 9.00 am on 16/1/13 and got refreshed and went for Dolotsavam and got returned to room around 5.00 pm and decided to get our heads shaved the next day and so we slept early to raise early to fulfill our fantasies. We woke at around 4.10am and we have decided at the last moment that i will get shaved today and he will be doing it tomorrow. I took a long head bath with shampoo and shikakai as this is the last time i will be doing it for my long hair. After that just towel dried to remove the droplets from the hair. I also gave nice beats to my hair to and fro. That sound chit chit chit when i beat my hair was astonishing and I hope its the last time I get that sounds. 

I wore a blue sari and went for Kalyanakatta located at Sundaramoorthy guest house as it is early hours there were a few to offer their hair to god so we took a ticket went in with two sharp new blades which we purchased earlier and found that I will be the next to offer the hair and i watched a very fair girl around 18 years before me getting her head shaved and i eagerly waited for my turn to come. My Husband stood beside me and we chatted until the girls head shave is completed. 

At last after Ten minutes it got completed and the barber asked me to sit down and he asked whether i will go for three cuts or for head shave? I handed him the token and the blades along with the blades i have purchased early. He took it and changed the blade in his razor. He then begun wetting my hair with water and he did it for two minutes to get my head soak with water where i felt like heaven and then he messaged with cream and savlon which i gave him. I requested him not to part my hair while shaving to enjoy my hair falling in strands rather at bunch. He accepted my request and he took the razor blades to shave my head I was thinking in the mind that this might be the last time i will be having my long hair and felt excited about my new look after the shave as i haven't shaved since my childhood. He took the razor and started shaving my backside as soon as the razor touched my head during the first time i felt a cold chillness and the scrape scrape sound i loved it. He slowly turned my head to facilitate the shave and i have submitted it to him within a minute or so my left back is without hair and I can feel the strands falling onto my back and my head is getting lighter and lighter with every stroke. Then he finished shaving my right back within a minute. Within two minutes my back is completely bald. Then he started shaving my front side the strands have started falling onto my lap and the way he is turning my head to facilitate the process and the movements of the razor on my head I felt funny. He then reached my fore head and beside & beneath the ear to remove the remaining hair and the only hair left on my head is on the front left side and felt very funny imagining me in my mind. He then removed my remaining hair with the same mastery and it got completed with in seven minutes. My husband has requested him to reverse shave to get the head smooth and to remove any left over. He then washed my head with some hot water and the feel of hand on a bald held felt cold and i enjoyed the feeling. He changed blades once again and he started shaving my bald head in reverse direction to make it smooth. The razor felt cold on my bald head and the sound makes me excited and I anticipated my look after the shave is complete. Within four or five minutes my head shave is complete and I own a shining and smooth bald head. We have reached the room and I have requested my husband to shave me once again using foam and mach5 which he did and afterwards i took bath and the rush of cold and hot water on my head made me feel wonderful. I have decided to take photographs with my bald head wearing my favorite yellow sari and big ear rings and we have spent the whole evening dedicated to the task. After returning I have applied sandal paste on my bald head to cool it. During the night we have fluid exchange and my husband enjoyed my bald head even better than me.
During the morning its time for my husband to become bald and we went again to the same place and to the same barber and his head shave is completed within seven minutes. We came to room and i shave him once again with mach5 and foam. The feeling of shaving others head is also joyful and then we took bath and went to perform Kalyanotsavam and collected prasamam and vastram and went back to room after 5.00pm. We then decided to stay for two more days so we have changed the room and stayed for two more days enjoying the scenic beauty of Tirumala.
Saturday we have reached Hyderabad and people got stunned to look at me having bald head. Some of them embraced me by touching my bald head and i felt good about it and said that bald look made me look even more beautiful.
I have other fantasies to be fulfilled like military cut, cruse cut, mushroom cut and Mohawk which we will try this whole year and then in between cuts i will go for head shave thrice a week for two weeks and I am so excited and I look forward to it to make my dream come true once again.

Young girl forced to shave her beautiful long hair story




This is a story from Tamil Nadu.

Hi my name is Meena and this happened in our house recently. We stay in panruthi a small town in Tamil Nadu. My Daddy is a very short tempered and strict man. He is 45 yrs old and has flower store where he goes n works every day .And when at home he constantly keeps shouting at all of us. He is keen about things.I had very thick hair which is long till my butt . MY hair is very jet-black and shiny and I usually wears it in a tight bun or sometimes in a braid.

One weekend I had a head-bath and left I hair open for drying while cooking food. During lunch when Dad was eating food he found a very long hair strand in the Cauliflower curry. He became very furious he started shouting at me. He warned me if this happens again he will have shave my smooth. Unfortunately after a few days one morning when Dad was eating his breakfast he found a long hair strand. This time he was even more furious. He started shouting at me. He told our servant go to the street end and call the local barber. I was shocked to hear this but couldn’t dare to refuse appa I started weeping profusely and was begging my Dad not to. Our servant went and brought the barber.

Dad told him to arrange a low stool and some water in backyard. Appa shouted at me to go and sit on the stool, I went and sat on the stool but was weeping helplessly. The barber arranged his things and asked to bring some blades for the razor. Appa told me to bring some blades from our shop. I brought the blades and gave it to the barber he loaded none into the razor. The barber asked me to open her bun but I was still weeping. The barber was told that it was a punishment so he gave me tight slap and push my head down and started opening my bun, my thick hair rolled down at once. He started wetting the hair and started massaging it. When the hair was fully wet he then took the razor and asked me to hold still but she was weeping and shaking. The barber got irritated and slapped me again. The barber then bent Mom's head down and placed the razor at mid top of her head and started scraping slowly. A small bald patch appeared and my thick hair started falling down on the floor. Slowly the front side of my head was fully bald, he then started shaving one side of my head and my other side of head too. I must be looking like a temple priest with her front and sides of her head shaved and only back remaining. Then he started at the back side of her head and shaved off to her nape. When the barber finished appa see if my head was fully smooth or not. He rolled her hand over my head and told the barber to shave again.the barber again massaged my head and shaved it completely again. My head looked round like a cueball. There was a large pile of hair, the barber asked if he could take the hair and sell it as a wig. Appa told him to clear the pile and go, the barber was delighted to take the hair as he would make a fortune from the thick hair.

Head shave story with sharp Razor


I still remember it as a most painful experience. There were about six women fully pregnant in a room and a nurse came with a razor for shaving us. She did not bother to apply any soap and shaved us raw. We were experiencing shaving for the first time and thought it was customary at hospitals not to apply soap and wet hair. But the lady next to me complained to her that she does not know how to shave and why did she not applying soap. But the nurse was very arrogant and replied that it was not her duty to shave women's pussies. "You are coming here for delivery and having a forest between your legs. What do you think we are here for; you should have shaved good and come prepared. I don't have time to soap your bloody pussies and pleasure you with shaving. Lay there still or you will be hurt", saying this she removed part of her bush with a scissors and shaved and she was writhing in pain. The others soon learnt a lesson and did not say anything and suffered the atrocity of the inexperienced nurse. 
I replied her that I prefer a bit of bush on my vagina and I did not have any hair near my anus. I then changed to my night dress and lay myself along with my kid. The bed room light was on. Since Poornima was drunk and tired she started sleeping right away. I could not get sleep and I lay there thinking about the shower scene I had just viewed and I looked at the floor and looked at Poornima. I could hear her low snoring sound. Her upper part of dress had fallen around and I could see her breasts naked. Her head was turned on her right side and I was looking at her from her left side on my cot. 
I could not resist the temptation to look at her big breasts once again clearly. So I moved silently to the mat and with slow moves removed the upper part of cloth covered her fully away. I stood apart and looked at the beautiful view offered to me by Poornima in her sleep. Her big breasts were well rounded and as heavy as two footballs. Since she had applied mustard oil all over her body there was a glistening sparkle on her breasts. I looked at her big nipples. I could not resist the temptation to touch them. I had to do that otherwise I die, I thought. I put my hands on her breasts and looked at her face for response. She did not move a bit. Thus encouraged I began moving my hands over her beautiful round big breasts and I took her large nipples in my hand and measured the length. The nipples were iron hard as I thought. I looked once again to her face to see whether they became hard because of my touch. Was she awake, but I did not see any response. Her breathing was as normal as it was. Then I desired to inspect her armpit more closely. I moved her hands a bit away from her body and moved bit by bit until it was wider enough to feast my eyes on her bushy armpits. As if she had read my thoughts she scratched her hair in her sleep and without much move from my side I could clearly see her armpit hair. It reminded my like a perfect black vagina. The hairs were sprouting outside and were reaching almost her breasts from the roots situated at the middle portion of her armpits. I remembered her words about her husband sniffing at her armpits and not permitting her to shave her pit hair fearing he might loss the natural odor of her pit. I wanted to sniff at it and feel it myself. But I still was not getting courage for sniffing. I did not know how many men had violated her in her life; in fact I did not know anything about her sex life so far. 
I moved to the kitchen and opened the fridge for drinking some cool water. Then I saw the rum bottle and without thinking much I poured a stiff one into a glass and added water to it. I took it and gulped in one move, the taste was bitter. I was getting courage. I had one more drink and returned to my room. Poornima was sleeping in the same position. Her bushy pits were inviting me. My mouth was watering at the sight of her upper nudity before me. She was so plump and I kissed her on her armpits and sniffed her smell from armpits. Her husband was right there was something peculiar about her armpit smell. It remembered me of a garlic flower and it was stimulating me. Then she moved sideways closing her armpits. I jerked away and looked at her backside. It was black but so smooth like Naomi Campbell's smooth body. I touched her backside and I felt I was touching butter. The mustard oil had a bad smell but the skin was made so soft and loved the touch of her flesh under my hands. I lay close to her. I was getting my head heavy. The problem with rum is that it hits directly to our heads and vanish in the same pace. I was getting enough courage to explore further. I did not mind even if she awake and I were ready for some explanation. My blood was boiling at the sight of the nude black woman lying close to me. I moved close to her and touched her nipples from behind. I loved the feeling of getting her nipples iron hard in my fingers and I started massaging those big breasts from my angle and I suspected her body temperature had increased. Then I longed for one view at her vagina. 
Every woman craves for the view of another woman's vagina and tits. It is due to curiosity more than streak of lesbianism. God had created all human as bisexuals; there will be no person from either sex who had not experience a caress or a seductive look from a close friend or relation of same sex. I was in such frenzy and I was not going to stop. I really need a view of her black vagina. I knew she was drunk and could offer no restriction. So I tried to remove the remaining clothes from her body away and I forced her to lie on her back so that I can get a full view of her frontal nudity. 
I was getting bolder. I put my hands into her lap and took away the edge of her dress put inside her waistline string. I moved her dress from her body and she was laying spread-eagled fashion before me. I looked at her vagina. She was keeping her legs crossed preventing me an inside view. I should apply pressure to part her legs and it might obviously wake her up. I could see only the upper part of her pubic triangle. It was neatly shaved and looked so smooth. I wandered over her upper triangle and the smoothness of the part interested me. How could I resist my temptation to part her legs and peep at her labia. I brought up some courage and tried to move one of her leg away from the other. Her big thighs were so creamy and I felt as if I was touching a buttered surface. Even if she looked ugly and not bathed most of the time, her private parts were superb. Her creamy thighs were dark but so soft and there was no hair on them. I kissed the inner sides of her thighs. That was a better idea than to apply force as she slightly parted her legs and continued to sleep as a child. Now I could see the rose colored opening of her vagina. I moved my nose up to her vagina and inhaled her smell. She smelled heavily of sweat, soap and mustard oil. I did not dare to insert my tongue into her vagina. Then she moved once again and lay with her backside facing me and prevented the celestial view of her frontal nudity to be. But I was not to be disappointed since she was now offering the sexuality of her full back uncovered to my feasting eyes. Her buttocks looked like two black hill tops and they were tightly spaced so that the channel between them could not accommodate even a piece of silk between them. I loved to see her beautiful butt. The backside of her butts where the thighs start was doubly black than her other parts. Somehow her extreme blackness there attracted me. I put my hands over there and cupped her buttocks. I felt like I was kneading finely powdered wheat flour using a generous amount of cooking oil. Such was the feeling, I loved it. 
I kneaded her fat black buttocks like that for some time. I parted her butt and looked at her asshole. It was so small for a big lady like her. Now I was satisfied with my explorations and decided to stop and go to sleep. I moved to my bed and looking at her nude body laying below on the floor, I hiked my dress and inserted a finger into my vagina. It was wet with my love juices. And I started masturbating slowly. I rubbed the upper edge of my vagina till my rosebud clit was enlarged and I took it like a button and rolled it between my fingers. Then I closed my eyes and dreamed about standing in a shower with my barber Poornima naked and fully coated with oil. I loved the fantasy and soon inserted more and more fingers into me. 
I then felt a kiss on my vagina and opened my eyes and found that Poornima was sitting on the floor naked and her head was touching my thighs and she was kissing on my vagina. 'Madame, I was looking for eating your vagina, please allow me, I just love it' she said in her language. I was happy and offered her my body. She took my vagina hair in her throat and moved her tongue on my vagina. Then she told me, 'Madame, I will shave you first, I cannot keep your long hair in my mouth, if you allow me to shave your vagina, and I can please you to the maximum.' I was getting impatient, I nodded her. She then went to the bathroom as naked as she was born and returned with soap and a mug full of water. She parted my legs wide and applied soap on my thick vagina hair using a brush. When it was a good lather she used her sharp knife on the surface and started doing her job. She was an expert in vagina shaving. And I have different feeling in my mine. I love feeling of sharp razor. I don't know why? But I like it. I think because of rum. I started to think about my husband hair fetish. Now I want that sharp knife on my head. I want to shave my beautiful long hair which is tie in a long braid. 
When she shaved my pelvis and pubic mound she asked me to sit in bed keeping my head high. She then put a pillow under my buttocks and carefully began to shave my outer labia and after ten minutes she told me that it was completely done. She took a small mirror from the table and put it to view my vagina. Wah, she was a lovely barber, my vagina was as hairless as my daughter's vagina. I moved my fingers over it and felt the smoothness. Then she put some dettol (deodorant) into the water and washed my vagina without wetting my bed. Then she dried my vagina using my own night dress. She then lifted my thighs up and she too joined my bed and kissed my vagina. 
Now I decide that I want to shave my head. I told to Poornima about my decision n she shock to listening these. But she said "ok". She told me that bring some hot water. I took a bowl of hot water on an earthen bowl and sat in front of the Poornima, on the plank cross-legged. She simply looked at my breast and me. She had already opened straight edged razors. She brings shaving brush and a tube of shaving cream of my husband from our desk. She looked to me for instructions how to proceed. I instructed her to shave the head clean and smooth. The head should be as smooth as ensure that a bird sitting on it will slip and fall down. 
Some time before I had tied and knotted as a bun on top of my head. Poornima undid the knotted bun and my long tresses of hair extended freely on my back right up to my buttocks. Looking at that beautiful hair, Poornima happily commenced his task by wetting my hair with warm water from the supplied bowl. The bowl had to be replenished thrice as she used sufficient water to drench my hair from the roots. She also gave smooth massage of my head whilst doing so. Whilst doing she came closer to myself and I could feel the sweat smell from his armpits as she raised his hand whilst applying water. Further, a masculine touch started to turn me on Poornima slowly pulled my head forward almost close to him to have a good reach for his razor to play. She lowered it and parted the thick hair on the middle of the head to place his razor. All that I felt was the razor moving over my head with "tshk, tshk" noise and this continued for few seconds. Also I felt the gush of fresh air on to my head over the portions on which the razor moved. 
After few minutes there was thud on my right shoulder and I saw the fall of thick bunch of hair. Poornima let loose my head from his grasp and commenced sharpening his hair for further pass over my head. This application of razor all over my head continued till the entire area over the head is covered, I had closed my eyes during the entire process after the fall of first bunch of hair as I did not like to see my hairs falling but I felt their fall at various parts of my upper body. 
After the process was completed, Poornima wetted my head again with warm water. I had already started feeling the burning sensation by the rude movement of razor that left a number of small nicks. She rubbed my head again with water and started shaving it closer with small steps at a time. After few minutes and covering the whole head, she rubbed off the head with his hand and certified as smooth and clean. Then I rubbed my hand over my head and felt that it can be made smoother by applying a load of shaving cream and shaving it clean. Poornima obliged and stated brushing my already smooth head with cream. The razor again had its play leaving entire head shining. I opened my eyes and was pained to see my long tresses lying all around me. Poornima coolly and gladly collected them together and packed them in a cover as his prized possession. Then she took out an old mirror, thrust on to my hand and suggested to have a look. I was shocked to see my self completely bald. I could not identify myself. 
I noticed in the mirror, my facial hair the side burns, a perceptible growth of black hair on the upper lip and few strands at the lower chin were prominently visible especially after my head was at shining best. Next I felt the brush on my chin and found the Poornima moving the shaving brush with lather on my face just as she would handle his male clientele. I was holding the mirror as this was going on and found myself a bit funny to be covered with lather over my upper lip. She slowly got razor. She commenced from top of my face close to my ears and ran down the razor fluently and cleaned my complete face leaving it shining smooth. She pinching my nose and turning it to each side to ensure smooth and safe passage of razor over my upper lip was funny. Another application of brush and lather followed by running of razor over on my entire face saw my face head as one shining lot.
She was looking into my eyes lying between my legs. She had a laugh of a victorious person. She put her long tongue outside and used it as a sharp penis and inserted into my vagina. It was a feeling like your whole vagina was stuffed with a soft but thick flannel, which moved inside touching all my nerves and my vagina was writhing for some free space. She used her tongue to create a whirlwind in my whole vagina and I was clenching my hands on the pillow's sides and I felt I am going to die. It was like I am taken to Mount Everest and was going to be dropped into the valley like an ice ball. She then put her thumb finger to top of my vagina and rubbed my clitoris and never stopped her tongue's movement for one instant. At last I felt two or three orgasms building up inside me and they happened like a wave created when you throw a stone into a still pond. I never in my experienced such a batch of consecutive orgasms. 
She then lay there silently for some time and I moved to downside and kissed her. As our lips touched, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I could feel my clitoris begin to throb as though it were psychically linked to my tongue. With just one kiss she made me come alive; what I thought was dead, broken now pulsated with desire. 
I kissed her deep as I allowed my hands to explore her body. No longer in a drunken frenzy, slowly I made my way towards her bare breasts tasting them one at a time. I could feel her loving gaze on me as I made my way down, between her legs. 
We made love again and again that night. I had had no idea I could feel so much. This was more than flesh on flesh. My Soul seemed to be dancing around the room, free at last. My body tingled with desire and the space between us, once filled with tension and anxiety now sparkled with electricity. 
After some day my husband retune to home. First he didn't recognize me. And seeing me bald he really shock. But he really likes it. Since then we make love a lot with a lot of games played. I do a striptease often. We have a barber's chair in out attic which he uses for shaving me. She said after her change she was readies any for any adventure as their sex life was the best. After these I m bald for my whole life. Poornima came to home often for love me. And I also like it. Now I m happy woman who enjoy with her lesbian partner, with my husband with bald head

Hair shave/cut suggested locations to see

This experience is shared by one of my friends.

went to naturals family saloon in salem just before 20 min... wow what a place i dono how i missed all these days.... went to en-quire about hair fall control shampoo.. saw a small girls bob cut and 2 college girls haircut .. didn't see full cut but that girls was saying she need front bangs and no need to alter back length.. and another girls mid back to short shoulder length cut she had lean hairs.....i just saw those scenes for only 5 min... but still in mind and a hub and wife instructing stylist about that cute little girls bob cut then they took her for nail polishing....after long time seeing cute teen girls in barber chair with caped and hair in cape....another shocking scene near those two girls young boy getting his haircut so decided hereafter will my haircut done in naturals saloon...... fetish guys its worth we can enjoy our haircut and we can see many girls haircut and money is also somewhat more that local barbershop but its worth..all we have to practice is we should control our ***** and fetish when we see girls haircut just 2 feet away.. otherwise will look bad in public... bought hairfall control shampoo for 600rs.... ((oorukellam hairfall ku mottai adi nu soldra ivane shampoo vanguranu pakutringala athu apapdi thaan ooruku thaan upadesam.....))

Traditional hair shave story of Indian woman


Within few years, my husband was involved in a road accident and died immediately. Then only I realized what happens to a widow in a traditional orthodox south Indian Brahman family. There were elaborate rituals for ten days and each day I used to be dressed in the finest sari, all jeweler, flowers on my long hair and a big dot of vermilion on my forehead, a typical bridal make-up. On the tenth day night, all these turned into a nightmare and I was subjected to the worst form of humiliation. A group of women from among our relatives, who were also widows, pounced on me and took me to the backyard of our house. There they stripped me of my make up like vermilion dot on my forehead, flowers and my jewels. My sari, blouse, brassiere and panties were also removed and I was made totally nude. Then I was told that as per custom and tradition I must wear only a beige colored sari with out blouse and was given one to wear. I withstood all this and the slept for the night.

I did not realize what was in store for me the next morning and had a good sleep. I was woken up next morning around sunrise by the same group of widows and asked to brush my teeth and finish other toilet routines. I complied and when I was coming out of the toilet, I noticed our family barber sitting at the backyard and sharpening his straight edged razor. There was a wooden plank placed on the floor in front of him for some one to take the seat and get shaved. I was given my morning cup of coffee and then instructed to take a bowl of hot water, go and sit on the wooden plank in front of the barber. When I questioned why, I was shouted at and advised not to ask such impertinent questions. As a Brahmin widow, I need to comply with the customs and traditions that dictate I get my head clean shaved. I was in tears and burst out crying conveying my reluctance. At that time, my husband’s aunt came towards and advised there is no point in crying and protesting. This shaving has to happen and all that you can do is to bear and enjoy the experience. She added that she also had to undergo such an experience, which she did not like the but ha, accepted and enjoying it. She suggested that sitting for shaving with the sari is not as per custom. I have to remove it and the sit wearing a small bath towel around my waist and bare breasted. When I expressed my reluctance, she said that shyness is initially only but as widow I am supposed to be without a sense of shame and should consider myself not as woman.

I saw the writing on the wall and then quietly removed my sari and wrapped a bath towel around my waist. My buttocks being fairly large and rounded, the towel size was just adequate to go around. Then I took a bowl of hot water on an earthen bowl and sat in front of the barber, on the plank cross-legged. Our family barber is a middle-aged person who is a regular visitor to our home to shave our men in the family. He simply looked at my bare breast and me. He had already opened his steel box containing the shaving implements like few straight edged razors, shaving brush and a tube of shaving cream. He looked to other women for instructions how to proceed. My aunt instructed him to shave the head clean and smooth. The head should be as smooth as ensure that a bird sitting on it will slip and fall down.

I had a long and thick hair extending up to my buttocks, which I normally used to braid into long pigtail. But after the previous nights experience of removing my bridal makeup, I had tied and knotted as a bun on top of my head. Barber undid the knotted bun and my long tresses of hair extended freely on my back right up to my buttocks. Looking at that beautiful hair, barber requested if he can shave it straight way with the razor instead of sniping it with scissors and then shaving it clean. He said this would help him to make good money by selling my long black hair for wig makers. He added that I may have a discomfort for a day the shaven head will have a burning sensation due to the repeated use of the straight razor over and over the head. I agreed as I felt it necessary to help him and did not realize how it would help me in subsequent days to come. Barber happily commenced his task by wetting my hair with warm water from the supplied bowl. The bowl had to be replenished thrice as he used sufficient water to drench my hair from the roots. He also gave smooth massage of my head whilst doing so. Whilst doing he came closer to myself and I could feel the sweat smell from his armpits as he raised his hand whilst applying water. Further, a masculine touch started to turn me on. After this, he took out his razor and started to sharpen before the application on my head. At that time I really trembled as I realized my days of long hair are only few seconds away from its death. I felt like a condemned prisoner about to have the noose knotted after a black hood covered his face. Barber slowly pulled my head forward almost close to him to have a good reach for his razor to play. He lowered it and parted the thick hair on the middle of the head to place his razor. All that I felt was the razor moving over my head with “tshk, tshk” noise and this continued for few seconds. Also I felt the gush of fresh air on to my head over the portions on which the razor moved. After few minutes there was thud on my right shoulder and I saw the fall of thick bunch of hair. Barber let loose my head from his grasp and commenced sharpening his hair for further pass over my head. This application of razor all over my head continued till the entire area over the head is covered, of course with few interruptions to sharpen the razor. I had closed my eyes during the entire process after the fall of first bunch of hair as I did not like to see my hairs falling but I felt their fall at various parts of my upper body.

After the tonsure was completed, barber wetted my head again with warm water and this time took another razor to sharpen. He sharpened it for few minutes on his sharpening stone. I had already started feeling the burning sensation by the rude movement of razor that left a number of small nicks. He rubbed my head again with water and started shaving it closer with small steps at a time. After few minutes and covering the whole head, he rubbed off the head with his hand and certified as smooth and clean. Then my aunt rubbed her hand over my head and felt that it can be made smoother by applying a load of shaving cream and shaving it clean. Barber obliged and stated brushing my already smooth head with cream. The razor again had its play leaving entire head shining. I opened my eyes and was pained to see my long tresses lying all around me. Barber coolly and gladly collected them together and packed them in a cover as his prized possession. Then he took out an old mirror from his box, thrust on to my hand and suggested to have a look. Also he asked me to feel the head to see whether it is smooth enough. I was shocked to see my self completely bald and added to the removal of earrings and nose rings. I could not identify myself. I cried for few minutes and then composed myself. In the mean time, I noticed in the mirror, my facial hair the side burns, a perceptible growth of black hair on the upper lip and few strands at the lower chin were prominently visible especially after my head was at shining best. Next I felt the brush on my chin and found the barber moving the shaving brush with lather on my face just as he would handle his male clientele. I was holding the mirror as this was going on and found myself a bit funny to be covered with lather over my upper lip. He slowly got another razor from his box. He seemed to have different set of razors for each area of the body. He commenced from top of my face close to my ears and ran down the razor fluently and cleaned my complete face leaving it shining smooth. His pinching my nose and turning it to each side to ensure smooth and safe passage of razor over my upper lip was funny. Another application of brush and lather followed by running of razor over on my entire face saw my face head as one shining lot. At this stage my aunt, came closer, turned my face and seemed to be satisfied with the barber’s work. But she said it is not good to leave the eyebrows as it is and ordered him to remove it. Barber complied with the same treatment as face and cleaned it smooth. On the mirror I could see my self totally smooth from neck and above and felt odd.

Barber’s eyes ran over my chest, my bare breast and the shoulder area. My thick underarm hair was sprouting out, as it was customary in orthodox families not to trim or shave any part of female body till then. My aunt told the barber to ensure that not trace of hair to be left unshaved and left the place along with others leaving our family barber and myself alone. As told this barber was middle aged and was full of life. He understood my aunt’s order well and started to implement in all seriousness. He asked me to relax by leaning back and resting on my hands at the back thereby throwing my chest forward. There were few patches of hair around my breast nipples, middle of chest between breasts and on my tummy around the belly button. He took handful of water and started to apply on my chest allover including the breasts. My breasts were large like a coconut and handled them with both hands to increase the coverage area. I was getting turned on quickly and my nipples hardened. He took out the razor and ran all over my chest carefully ensuring all the hairs are removed smoothly. A further examination of smoothness by massaging the area especially the breasts left me excited. He recognized my condition and slowly bent and started caressing my breast and getting his face closer to it. I understood his intent and readily thrust my left breast into his mouth and he was glad to suck it vigorously. I got further turned and the effect on my lower half hidden by bath towel was violent. After sucking my both the breast and leaving the nipple hard, he asked me to lift my hands to show my underarms that were covered with thick hair growth. A quick water application and razor treatment got my both armpits smooth and shining despite a black patch of discoloration. Next my both hands were cleaned of the normal hair growth that got me shining from the hip and above.

Then came the climax. I was expecting an invitation from him to stand up to help him to continue his work below the hip and he readily obliged. He asked whether I have any hair to be shaved. I replied by standing up and he understood me well. He simply undid the knot on the towel and that exposed my remaining parts of anatomy. My genitals and area around from stomach was covered with thick bush of hair. He wondered how I could manage all these days with this bush. No wonder there was staunch sweat smell. He started rubbing the whole area with water and I got further excited. As wetted this area repeatedly, he started putting his finger also inside my vagina to get me further excited. He suggested that he would get me in to a complete orgasm before putting the razor in this area for shaving as any inadvertent movement could leave me nicked badly in a sensitive area. I agreed and he started rubbing my vagina, mount and inner lips with both hands and I stated excreting my juice. I had my orgasm and he seemed to be a bit concerned. I could sense his problem and asked whether he is also excited. He answered in affirmative and I knew what he wanted. Our family barber is a professional as per caste system in India. He is used to dress very simply with just a lungi around his waist with a loincloth underneath supporting his genitals, scrotum and testis. He never wears an upper garment except for towel that dangles on his shoulders when he walks. Otherwise during work he is always bare-chested with thick patch of hair covering his upper body. Knowing this, I undid the knot of his lungi that dropped down on the floor exposing his loincloth that was getting stressed by his genitals. As he was breathing heavily due excitement, his prick must be pushing his loincloth further and further. I made him turn around and from the partition of his buttocks unearthed the edge of his loincloth and loosened it further, prior to totally removing it. What I saw beneath was a wonder to me. A tough and long shaft, ten inches long and one inch in diameter, with the foreskin totally withdrawn. My late husband did not have even half the size of this. Barbers prick was clean-shaven and smooth all over. He said that he knew of his job for the day with me and had expected such an experience. Hence, he came prepared by getting shaved below his navel and he said I could take on from here. I was excited by his words and though I badly wanted to have him blah blah me I decided to try other modes. I held his long shaft with both my hands and fondled it vigorously. I saw him getting further turned on and he held my smooth shaved head in both hands and started kissing over it. After some time I started squeezing his big testicles and he seemed to be in some pain but enjoyed. In few seconds, I sat down whilst he was standing and his shaft was right near my face. He slowly brought it closer to my mouth and started thrusting inside. I could not resist getting it inside my mouth and in few minutes I was sucking it actively as he was pushing it in and out like the steam engine piston rod. I was getting equally excited and enjoyed it despite the offensive smell emanating from his genital area as well his anus. After few minutes, I had his strong grunt and his shout to stop. But I continued, as I could not stop immediately. He let go his jet of cum on to mouth and the jet spurted three four times before his shaft got totally soft. I had to swallow some of the cum but retained a lot in my mouth which I spat on a small bowl that forms part of barbers kit for keeping water. In my case, a bigger bowl was needed as my hair was long and it needed deep wetting. I could fill around half the bowl. Barber became totally tired and sat down and continued sharpen his razor to proceed with shaving my genitals. A fresh bout of water application and the placing of razor below the navel was followed by the “tshk, tshk” noise as the razor ran past the thick hair growth. He tried to be careful whilst coming closer to the flaps of the vagina and handled them well. During this process he repeatedly inserted his fingers into my vagina and exciting my mount. With in a few moments my bottom was smooth as that of child. Next a quick movement of razor over my thighs and legs got my entire front bottom shining.