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"The leather outfitting was complete, I had never looked or felt so sexy in my whole life, an experience that made my knees weak. "

I let down my suspenders and dropped the pants to my knees, a quick touch of the bare crotch.  Pulled the top over my head and put on my new gloves before dressing up again.  An all leather person staring back at me in the mirror only the head exposed.  The leather outfitting was complete, I had never looked or felt so sexy in my whole life, an experience that made my knees weak.

Suddenly a lady knocked on the door and asked if I were going to spend all day in there.  That brought me to my senses.  I pulled the balaclava out of the bag, zipped down the neck zipper on my top, pulled the balaclava over my head and stuffed it thoroughly down my neck before zipping up again.  The mirror now showed a smooth black head with my face in the center, the balaclava disappearing down in the turtle neck.   Next came the leather cap knotted securely under my chin before I put on the sweater and leather jacket.  Again a quick look in the mirror.  My face surrounded by a black balaclava and a tight fitting leather hat, leather jacket zipped and buttoned all the way, black leather gloved hands.  You could just see the top of the red turtleneck of my heavy sweater.  Shining leather pants that disappeared down in a pair of high laced leather boots.  Astonishing.

I opened the door and walked straight passed the lady waiting outside, never felt more confident or surer of myself as I walked out the door to meet the man of my life.

Walking up some stairs to a restaurant, with him walking behind me, resulted in several pattings on my leather covered behind.   At the table I took of my leather jacket and hung it on the back of my chair.  Next came the leather hat, exposing the balaclava disappearing down the turtle neck.  That was it, no more was taken off.  I sat down leaning across the table and pulled a little down on the turtleneck of my sweater, showing the leather underneath while whispering telling him that I was completely covered in leather, top to toe.  I could feel his arousal straight across the table.   I left the table and brought over some coffee.  I do not think his eyes left my for a second during that short walk.  He did not touch the coffee either just kept asking how short my hair was under that balaclava, which he said looked extremely sexy like a sensual  goddess.  I told him that it was short, so short that he could never imagine it, but he would find out soon enough when I was ready.  A few minutes later he insisted on going home.  I took my good time putting on my leather hat, smoothening it with my gloved hands before knotting it securely under my chin and  putting on my jacket and zipping it all the way up.  Back in my sexual cocoon, all leather and he was eating me with his eyes.  

In my car driving back, he insisted on leaving his in town, he kept looking and patting all over me.  Particularly my head and between my legs.  It got to the point that I had to ask him to stop or I would drive off the road.  He still kept his hand on my leathered head, stroking carefully while he told me how sexy I looked.  He could not have imagined  that I could have come up with something as sexy as this.  And then the hair part, how short?  Really short, short?  Give him a clue, and so on. 

I told him to wait and that when we got home he should undress everything and go completely naked and lay down in our bed and wait for me.

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"I pulled my leather pants back on and we spent the next hour or so necking and feeling each other. " 

I would decide the speed and progress of our lovemaking.

I would decide when and what to take off.

He would obey the rules or I would leave the bedroom.

I thoroughly enjoyed this game.  He was obedient as a well trained dog and I had the leash.  Apart from the fact that I did fear his reaction when he eventually would have to see my new haircut.  

He accepted without any objection at all.  Not surprisingly, with his dick near to explosion like a volcano and a heartbeat like after a 100 meter dash.

I crawled into the bed and laid down next to him.  We started to kiss intensely and deeply.  He was crawling all over me, hands patting, rubbing and squeezing.  He could not get enough of my leather cocoon, wanted it all at once.  I slipped out of his grip and slid down to his crotch.  Gripped his dick in my gloved hands and started to pull carefully.  He immediately gripped my leather covered head guiding my mouth over his dick.  Normally he can take a lot of eating but on that day he lasted less than a minute  before exploding in my mouth. 

I laid down in the bed and told him to take off my jacket and sweater, nothing more.  He got up on his knees, bend over me and started unbuttoning the jacked, zip down and I had to sit up for him to be able to take it off.  Next came the coarse sweater.  There I was, wrapped in leather.  Leather hat, smooth top tucked in leather pants and boots laced to my knees.

He had quieted down considerably while I was getting completely on fire.  My crotch was burning like fire and I had to get some relief.  I told him to drop my pants down to my knees.  I stood up as he undid my suspenders, unbuttoned the waist and dropped my pants down.  A completely bare crotch appeared in front of his face as he was kneeling in the bed.  I told him to lay down and then lowered my sex down over his face and told him to eat me, hard and fast, really fast.  He had his head inside my trousers and was eating me as crazy.  My body started shivering before it exploded in hot convulsions pushing in waves through my body.  A feeling of nausea and loss of reality as I freed myself falling forward face down on the bed.

Now we were both a bit more relaxed.  I pulled my leather pants back on and we spent the next hour or so necking and feeling each other.  He kept telling me that this was the most sexy experience he ever had, like a dream.  He kept his hands fondling me and I kept kissing his naked body.  After a remarkably short time he rose to the occasion again.  This outfit did have its clear advantages except it was getting very warm, but I was determined to play the game to the end.  

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"I started to rotate my hips while he was fondling my leather clad tits." 

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"Our sex life bloomed tremendously since that day and we have had a lots different and interesting sex since that first haircut.  Not many couples in their mid 40ties can say the same." 

I told him to lay down on his back while I pulled out my tampon before striding him and lowering myself down.  A little dry immediately after the removal, the dry resistance felt good.  I sat down as far as possible trying to swallow everything inside me.  It felt very, very good as the thickness grew inside me an filled me up. I started to rotate my hips while he was fondling my leather clad tits.  He tried to reach my head, but that was not possible as I was sitting with a strait back, had to do with my body, arms and hands.  He kept begging me to show the haircut or at least tell him how short it was. I started to mention things like super short and even that it may be less than 1 centimeter left.  

While talking I could feel his dick growing tremendous hard inside me.  I sat like that telling a little bit, playing with his thoughts and enjoying myself for a long time.  Every time I felt he was close to coming I stopped moving and sat still.  Finally I could not take it any more.  I laid down on my back and told him to eat me again.  Not as hard and fast as last time, but to take his time.  He did and my body again felt the warm waves of muscles contracting and orgasm flowing through my body.  This time as a slow warm river flowing through the body, giving relief to built up anxiety and expectations.  A bodily reward for long awaited anticipation.  I laid down deeply relieved and told him that he could take off the leather cap, the top and my gloves, but leave the balaclava.  He untied the cap and pulled it off.  I rolled over on my belly while he pulled down the zipper in turtleneck.  I sat up as he pulled the leather top over my head and kissed and licked my body as it appeared.  Really slowly like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon with an overwhelming smell of animal like sex as he pulled it slowly over my head.  Next came the gloves, equally slow and sensually.  Finally I was naked with the exception of the balaclava covering my newly shorn head.

Again I sat down on him like a horse.  He begged me to remove the balaclava while I rode him slowly.  I started to tell him that I had cut my hair really short, shorter than he had ever seen any real life female before. 

On the top it was only ½ centimeter left and you could see my scalp through the thin layer.  It was so short that he would hardly be able to feel it at all when touching my head.  I could feel his dick and expectations growing as I sat there telling him in detail of my haircut.  Describing the hairdressers move and how the buzzing sound penetrated my head.  The falling of hair and lightness of my head as the machine made pass after pass.  About my feelings as I watched my new hairstyle and the change of my face. 

That the side and neck being cut even shorter, down to just a few millimeter and that I had been shaved along the hairline for smoothness, as a finishing touch. 

Finally I told him that this had taken a lot of courage and that I was really fascinated and pleased with the result.  Regardless of his objections or opinion I would keep this style for at least one year.  I felt that I had sacrificed so much that one year was an absolutely minimum.  I did not tell him that I probably needed this much time to get used to the “new” me anyway.

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"My wardrobe has grown a lot, particularly in the leather and rubber department.  I also have a lot of different balaclavas and leather hoods and hats, but none of the ordinary woolen hats for winter use.  " 

I started to increase my rolling movement as I slowly pulled the balaclava off my head.  As my shaved neck started to appear I could hear him gasp, gripping my hips firmly  and started to push himself inside me with extreme force.  I ripped off the balaclava and pushed down on him as hard as I could.  The moment he saw my shorn head he cried out in pure raw lust and tried to force himself inside my body.  At the same time as I pulled down I felt a tremendous orgasm erupt  and explode through my body.  Wave upon wave of warm, raw, sexual pleasure flooded through my body.  My brain incapable of controlling the muscle spasms as I was hit over and over again by this animal reaction.  Thought that this would kill me, but what a fantastic way to die.

Afterwards we laid down next to each other carefully fondling before falling asleep in each other arms. 

When we finally awoke he told me that he loved the haircut and that there was no way that I would ever get long hair again. This was definitely the dream of his life and the most sexy hairstyle he could ever have imagined.   Before letting me have long hair again he would tie me to a chair and personally shave my head clean every time I tried growing it.

The following week he went out and bought a professional cutter, everything included, and have been my personal stylist ever since.  Hairstyles varying from completely bald for weeks to funky patterns and colors, to nearly 1 centimeter all over my head, but never more than that.  Our friends and my colleges reacted very strong to begin with, but have since got used to the look and accepted it as me.  Some of my friends have tried short haircuts themselves and a few have stayed shorn.  I continue getting looks and comments, mostly from other women, when in town or other places.  Some of them admiring and some negative, but who cares.  I thoroughly enjoy creating a little disturbance and knowing that very many would like to try but never dear taking the step.

Our sex life bloomed tremendously since that day and we have had a lots different and interesting sex since that first haircut.  Not many couples in their mid 40ties can say the same.  My wardrobe has grown a lot, particularly in the leather and rubber department.  I also have a lot of different balaclavas and leather hoods and hats, but none of the ordinary woolen hats for winter use.  The haircut has definitely had an influence on my wardrobe and overall appearance.  

May be some future story will  show the variety and changes.......

Hagar

The Viking

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