I’m glad I waited for the real thing. 

That applies to so many things right this moment. Primarily, my hair. I’ve wanted to shave my head since grade school. Last May, I prepared to greet spring with a buzz cut à la Sinead O’Connor.  Then the bald spot appeared.  I didn’t talk about it much but for the last 9 months of 2015 I had a massive bald spot on the top right side of my head.  Check the pictures, I have a comb-over themed style that whole year.  Alopecia areata, caused by stress.  No one could pinpoint the cause for sure but my hair grew back when I quit working at a certain cafe.

After a year, everything growing out of my head is back to baseline so when my leather daddy lists shaving as a preferred kink,  I eagerly offer myself to his skilled hands.  According to him it’s the apex of trust and intimacy.  To me, it’s a free haircut.  At least, that’s all I was thinking at the time.  Last night I experienced the act itself and learned two lessons – my head is not flat and straight razors are unforgiving.

Once we get started, I quickly realize how close to the edge this activity is.  Not only are nicks and cuts possible but there is nowhere to hide once that hair is gone.  After a few minutes of nerves I actively relax and decide to trust his abilities.  I have faith in his desire not to harm me. When he artfully drags the razor down the back curve of my neck, chills spill across my skin and I flush with unexpected pleasure. Confident and precise, he stays attuned to my energy and how I’m feeling the whole time.  No doubt remains, this person is the top I’ve been looking for.

Women are notorious for choosing their hair stylist with care.  There are expectations when giving someone charge of your appearance.  Traditional barbers are some of the most trusted confidants a person can have.  This scenario left me already looking forward to more shaving experiences.  In the hair world, repeat business is the greatest compliment.  I feel cared for on a level usually reserved for small dogs and bonsai trees.  A true friend only interested in shared happiness, my LD is experienced and professional.  I would trust him to give me a taste of almost anything I haven’t tried. I also can’t wait to meet his wife.

Amidst all these mind-blowing, perspective-shifting events I should stress that my LD and I have not had any sexual contact.  Just some kissing and light petting, hugs and the occasional ass grab.  That’s not the important part of our connection.  This person soothes something deep inside me, calms the scared little girl and woos the dirty whore.  I’d willingly do anything I’m told but he’s allowing me to hunt and peck like a free-range chicken, deciding which worms look the most appealing.  I believe he’s as grateful for my innocence as I am for his knowledge.  We make quite the team.