Dominant Hairdresser Didn't Like I Lifted My Head [Non-Fictional] [Sub-Rosa] [MDom] [FSub] [Service Sub] [Brat] [Professional Discipline]
A unisex hairdressers i went to last year does Viking/Dom style haircuts, and the hairdresser my mother often has her hair cut by, i think he seemed and looked very dom.
The pictures on the window showcasing guys with Viking/Dom style haircuts i immediately suspected it wasn't quite a regular hairdressers. I don't know if he saw me thinking about it while i looked at the pictures but it would've sent out signals that i suspected and understood BDSM.
While cutting my hair. He wandered away for 2 or 3 minutes while talking to my mother sitting behind me, making me wonder if he was finished, so i assumed he was done.
He then asked me something and so i naturally lifted my head to talk to him. I'm not sure if this was a Compliance Test and it was intentional. But if it was? alright... alright... I SEE what you are doingπ
He then folded his arms and scolded me for lifting my head. He was like "Can you do me a favour?. Can you stop lifting your head for me?. That would be nice." all sternly with his arms folded.
Oooh!ππMake me! *giggles*
I then did what he asked and put my head back down, but for a moment, hopefully long enough of a moment that he saw, i looked up with my eyes mischievously to playfully test his dominance hoping he saw it in the mirror and understood. If i got the right impression.
He then continued his dominance and kept gently but firmly pressing my head down from the middle of my head, to make sure i kept it down to where he wanted it to be, as he continued to comb and cut my hair.
This made me feel slightly tingly and subspacey. I enjoyed him handling me this way, and he didn't back down or get awkward, but instead became firmer...
All in front of my mother. Who was clueless about what was happening heheπI liked the "thrill" of this "secret bubble* between us.
Did he make me look up on purpose? i'm not sure... but nevertheless i enjoyed the experience, and i enjoyed his dominance.
Ever since... i've imagined after he's finished cutting my hair, that he takes me into the back room, then bends me over, to punish me for my disobedience... and to straighten out the bad girl that i am...π