Hair Is Where It's At

Hair, something we women sometimes struggle with. It's big business, cuts, color, perms, blow dryer's, curling irons, flat irons, clips, bands and so much more.

I spent many a year as a teen and young adult torturing my hair to make it look like whatever the current popular style was. It never worked, my hair has a mind of it's own. It's part curly, part straight, more salt than pepper, one step away from dreadlocks really. I started going grey at 15 and colored it for many years. I haven't colored it for quite some time now though, it's just too much work.

I don't own a hair dryer or curling iron or flat iron. I do own a large collection of clips and bands. They reside in a pretty crystal vase on my bedside table. I'm not really a crystal vase type person, but it was a gift and I thought I would put it to good use holding the myriad hair stuff I do own.

Until recently my hair was extremely long, almost to my waist. Just shampooing it and picking it out was a major job. It's too thick for a comb and a brush would be a total nightmare to try and use. I do own a hairbrush, but that resides with our other toys, it's never been used on hair.

A couple months ago I felt like making a bit of a change. I cut my hair. I did not ask permission, that never even occurred to me. I have a feeling that if I would have asked, Musicman would have looked at me like I had just grown horns out of my head or some such thing. He likes my hair long, but he doesn't seem to desire that tight of control.

I cut over a foot of hair off, it now hangs a few inches below my shoulders. All he said was, you cut a lot of hair off. Yes, yes I did, but it is still long enough to make a very decent pony tail for pulling and I still need to put it up before giving a BJ if I don't want it straying into my mouth. Ack, hairballs.

The people who reacted the most were my coworkers and clients. When they saw it, they acted as if I had committed a major crime, or something equally as heinous. I assured them all that it would grow back and quite quickly too. My shorter hair has not stopped a few of them from petting it on a regular basis. Yes, I have a few clients and even one coworker that seem to truly love my hair, they can't seem to keep their hands off it.

I don't mind my clients doing it, I have gotten used to the fact that they are all quite affectionate and hugs and kisses and touching is an everyday occurrence with them. The part that took a bit of getting used to was the coworker. It's a female and she touches it as often, if not more, than my clients do.

I wonder what she would say if she knew that hair pulling is something I absolutely love? Though, it's probably a good thing she doesn't know, cause if she pulled my hair I'd have to say something, I only like it when Musicman does it. Do any of you see your hair and the way you wear it as a symbol of your submission? Even though I don't have to ask permission to cut it, I do. When I decided to cut it, a decision that took me over a year to make, I did so knowing that I would keep it at a length he finds pleasing.