By John Mercer
It was a warm summer afternoon, and I decided to get a haircut right after work.
I left my office just after five and started to walk the short distance to my regular barbershop. Along the way, I saw a new barbershop I hadn’t seen before. It had a sign on the pavement out in front, which read:
“Haircuts £10. Hot towel shave £15. Full treatment £20.”
I thought, what the hell. I may as well try a new place- at that price it’s hard to refuse.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately my senses were awash with the sounds and scents of barbering- the aroma of lemon cologne, the faint hint of barbicide, the buzz of clippers and the clicking of scissors.
Continue reading A Barber Story
By Johnny Utah
We parked in front of the Probation Office. My stomach churned. I double checked that the car was locked. We walked over and rang the bell. Trooper Shaw was in the office, he was not in uniform. He strutted up to the door and unlocked it. “I wasn’t sure if you two had the balls to show,” he said. “OK, get in here.”
“Did you both take a piss before you got here?”
“Yes Sir,” we said at the same time.
“OK, just remember it’s a long trip, if you even think you have to go, do it before you leave here. Come on into the back office.”
We went into the back office.
“Empty your pockets. I’m gonna put all your stuff in these two envelopes. All I had was my car keys and driver’s license. Make sure the inventory is right then sign on the bottom line. Belts off too. The transport guard will frisk you before they put you in the back.”
“Time to get you chained up.”
Continue reading Probation – Part 02
Part 25 – “The End”
James woke up as per normal, to the sounds of a blaring alarm and the instantaneous snap from complete darkness to blinding brightness. What was strange, however, was the person who came to check on him.
It was a stranger’s face.
Feeling confused, he inquired, “Sir, where is my handler?”
“He’s preparing some stuff for you.”
“Why sir? What day is it?”
“Day 344. You have a pleasure session today, now drink up.”
James went about drinking his protein shake, changing the fist mitts and brushing his teeth, thoroughly confused, with a conflicted mind that could not quite decide if he was awake or dreaming.
Usually his master would notify him if he had any special days coming up, like checkup days, grooming days, and especially pleasure sessions.
He was marched off to the dungeon regardless.
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Don’t really know how I ended up where I did. Sometimes I think i’m crazy to stay here, and other times I think i’m just where I should be. I didn’t plan this: I just sort of slid into it. Not even sure how much further into slavery I can slide. Maybe tomorrow i’ll decide to call it quits, but I might just decide to stay put and ride it out. Kind of surprised how far i’ve gone. It just didn’t happen by accident though, I think it’s a bit like a storm. You can sense that one is approaching, seeing the clouds gathering and all, and you can either head inside and batten down the hatches or you can stay out in the thick of it. I guess I don’t know enough to come in out of the rain but I like splashing around and getting wet.
If anyone looked in through the window and saw me here; shaved from head to toe, my hands locked behind my back with wrist restraints, collared and hitched to the post of a loft bed, i’m sure that they would think I was crazy. But when I look out and see how most people live, to me, they are the ones who seem crazy: or worse.
Continue reading Getting Wet
At Daddy’s Bondage Boys, Derek da Silva gets to what the captive has been dreading: the cutting of his adorable mohawk! Buzz buzz — and it’s gone, and the captive feels even more naked and vulnerable than before.
Title of this shoot: Training Play Part 3
Keywords: daddy, rope bondage, nipples, tattoos, gag, piercings, punching, shaving, crop, cbt
Features: Derek da Silva, Cullen Cable
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Thanks for all your messages. To continue:
Early on in this experience I requested the time to arrange for a haircut. After a day I received a message approving the haircut, and also telling me where to go for the cut.
Now with the virus, it had been months since I had a decent haircut. I followed his direction and made an appointment at a traditional barbershop. I was told to make sure the barber saw my ankle with the device strapped on, and let others see it as well in the barbershop.
I made the appointment, and he placed the time and date on the calendar.
Was he planning on being there as well? Who knows… So when I arrived exactly on time the barber — a burly, bear-looking guy — was polite and conversational. I made sure he saw the device when I was sitting in the chair, a few minutes later another gentleman came in the shop for his haircut. I made sure he saw the device. I proceeded to have my hair cut very short – a No. 1 buzz on the sides and a No. 2 on the top. Paid my bill and left. Just exactly what I was expected to do.
Continue reading Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 02