Your long hair isn't cute, it's disgusting. Your hair isn't yours anymore, you're in my chair now and I'll decide what your hair looks like. I drape the pretty pink cape over your shoulders, tight and inescapable. You're mine now. I run my hands through your hair, I take my time, controlling, teasing, humiliating you with every snip. You don't need all this hair. I strip you down, row by row. The clippers loud and final. This isn't a haircut. This is a full submission under the hands of a dominatrix barber who doesn't ask. She Takes.