Submission to Dominant Women

Understanding the place of the beta male to the Dominant Female

[salon-submissive]

A man is walking down a quiet street when he passes a salon. On impulse, remembering he needs a trim, he steps inside without reading the sign: Women Supreme Salon — Where Only What a Woman Wants Matters.

It’s late. The place is empty except for staff.

A stylist gestures him into a salon chair. The moment he sits, restraints click into place around his arms and legs. His confusion turns to alarm, but the staff simply gathers, calm and composed.

The lead stylist steps forward, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “I’m Valeria,” she says, her voice smooth and certain. “And here, only what women want matters.”

“I just came for a haircut,” he protests.

Valeria smiles faintly. “And you’ll leave with one. Just not one you chose. This salon is called Women Supreme and all our clients are feminine -- whether they enter the door that way or whether we have to do that feminization for them."

The cape is secured. Hands move through his hair, assessing, critiquing.

The scissors and clippers begin. Locks fall. Then come brushes, curling irons, product—far more than a simple trim. Extentions are added. Sections are carefully shaped, softened, and styled. His hair is layered into a rounded, voluminous cut that frames his face. The ends are curled into smooth, glossy waves. A stylist parts it with precision, sweeping it to accentuate softer lines. Color is done. All the while the man knows he can only submit to these dominant women. They are in complete control.

“Better,” one says.

“Much better,” another agrees.

Valeria adjusts the final strands, then adds a subtle shine spray. “Now she looks as she should.”

Alarrmed by the word "she," he looks into the mirror put in front of him. The person looking back at him is unmistakably distinctly feminine — soft curls, careful shaping, a polished finish that draws attention rather than blending in. It’s the kind of hairstyle that would stand out immediately, impossible to mistake for the quick trim he expected.

He doesn’t move right away—just keeps staring, realizing there’s no way to pass as a male anymore.

“Everyone will see you as you are to be now,” Valeria says calmly. “No more hiding behind a male facade.”

The restraints release with a soft click.

“Ladies, I believe it is now time to move on to the training of our new sissy.”

[itsjesuskadost]

[salon-submissive]

i need to surrender complete control of my hair to this Woman and be owned by Her.

[salon-submissive]

Welcome to the salon. The door behind you is now locked. You will be next in her chair.

[salon-submissive]

From the moment I walked into Her salon, She somehow knew what needed to be done to me first haircut was a little different, but nothing too much. She told me to trust Her. I did and went back a second time. A bit more different, looking in the mirror, I thought it looked a little like a cut She might do on one of Her female clients too, but it still wasn't anything much out of the ordinary. It was on the third visit, I could only watch Her beauty in the mirror as She did a full feminine pixie cut on me. She then told me She would being a frosting on it too. I knew She was right, and I knew She was in control. As she finished, I looked in the mirror and saw someone that anyone who saw me would know I was a feminized, beta sissy. That's when She told me that from the moment She saw me, She knew She would develop me to become one of her maggot sluts that She rented out. She gave me a piece of paper with an address and told me to wrap up my affairs and to be at the address in one week to begin Her full training of me and that I would then be Her property. That was two years ago, and I have belonged to Her ever since serving and obeying Her and any clients to whom She sends me.

[salon-submissive]

She was told to go to Power Salon to be prepared for her new Master. She anticipated receiving a sexy hairstyle to please him. She was assigned to a stylist who gently placed her wrists in cuffs attached to the chair. Then the stylist placed a collar around her neck and told her that her beautiful, long, blonde hair would be permanently removed. This was the start of her transformation to be an androgynous servant for her new Master. Surgeries would follow, but for now all she could do and relax for the beautiful stylist as she began the transformation.

#barberette #headshave #forcedhaircut

[salon-submissive]

They seemed so nice at the bar. When they invited me to their house, I was just hoping for some fun sex. They asked me to strip named and then seduced me into a chair where they tied me up and shaved off all my hair. Then they collared me.

I have been added to their stable of slaves. Now that you know about them, what would you do if they asked you to come with them to their house?

[salon-submissive]

When he entered the bar that night, his eyes scanned the room in search of the perfect babe to take home for a night of passion. His gaze landed on two beautiful blonde Goddesses sitting at a table, radiating an air of confidence and allure. Intrigued, he made his way over to them, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of what the night could bring.

As he approached the two women, they turned to look at him with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him. Without saying a word, they stood up and gestured for him to follow them. Entranced by their beauty, he couldn't resist and found himself willingly falling under their spell.

They led him through the bustling streets to a discreet salon hidden away from prying eyes. Once inside, they wasted no time in taking control, ordering him to strip down to his bare skin. Confused but unable to disobey, he complied, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation at what was to come.

The blonde Goddesses wasted no time in getting to work, shaving his head clean with precision and care. As he watched his reflection in the mirror, a sense of vulnerability washed over him, realizing that he was completely at their mercy. But instead of fear, he felt a strange sense of calm and acceptance.

With his head now smooth and bare, they moved on to other tasks, transforming him into their sissy slave. They dressed him in lacy lingerie, painting his nails a bright shade of red, piercing his ears for a set of hoop earrings, and placing a collar around his neck that marked him as their property. Despite his initial resistance, he found himself embracing his new role, eager to please his Mistresses in any way they desired.

As the night progressed, they began to push his boundaries further, introducing him to new experiences and sensations that both excited and terrified him. But with each passing moment, he found himself craving more, willing to do anything to please his Goddesses and earn their approval.

It wasn't long before they revealed their ultimate plan for him – to be sold at auction to the highest bidder, a fate that would see him becoming the owned property of a Master or Mistress. At first, the idea filled him with a sense of dread, but as they continued to exert their control over him, he came to realize that this was where he truly belonged.

In their hands, he found a sense of purpose and belonging that had always been missing from his life. They nurtured his submissive desires, guiding him down a path of self-discovery and acceptance that he had never thought possible.

As they concluded their work, they told him there was one last step. They would tattoo the word "sissy" on his forehead with a number underneath it that would forever be his slave number. He knew there would be no coming back from this. He nodded and said thank you Mistresses. For the first time, they smiled at him and began the tatoo.

And so, as the night drew to a close, and they led him to a cage where he would be kept until the auction, he willingly surrendered himself to his fate, ready to become nothing more than the disposable property of his dominant owner who would continue his training as their obedient sissy slave. With a heart full of gratitude and devotion, he knew that whatever lay ahead, he would face it with unwavering submission and obedience thanks to these blonde Goddesses.

[salon-submissive]

Besides gagged I what else will I be suffering from

As you enter the salon the young, high school girl with the long ponytail has been instructed to be looking for you. She tells you, in a commanding tone unusual for someone so young and beautiful, to come with her. Of course you blindly follow her as she leads you to a chair in the middle of the salon and puts you into bondage in the chair telling you the stylist who will be doing you does not want any distractions from you.

This is your fantasy, or you think it is until the stylist, a slightly older woman with long, curly blonde hair, begins to work on you. You slowly realize what your new look will mean when you return to your job in a couple of days. All you can do is watch in the mirror in fear as She continues your transformation. This is no longer your fantasy -- this is now your new life. Then as you sink into submission, you again feel happiness -- because this truly is your new life.

[salon-submissive]

What you need.

After this, you will remember your place.

[salon-submissive]

It's a production line. All new sissies without hair long enough to be styled into a slutty, fem 'do are brought to Her. She strips them down within a minute before She sends them on to the next station for their wig. Once the Head Governess sees the result, the next steps are decided. Usually, some sort of permanent body modifications -- most often including the removal of, um, some small things that won't be needed any more.

[salon-submissive]

Should all men receive buzzcuts to be put in their place? Cause I have thick shaggy hair and have never buzzed my hair

And I wanna be out in my place to show I’m submissive to women.

You need to be taken to a Walmart salon & given a poodle perm first. You must have that for a month. Next, you must go to a local bar and find a drunk girl who agrees to cut/shave your hair into a male-pattern baldness cut. Finally, two weeks later you are to contact a Mistress and beg her to shear you like a sheep. Not just your head, but your entire body including eyebrows. And ask her to take complete control of your hair from then on. From that point on you must submit to whatever She decides. Only after all this will you have been put in your place and truly submissive to women. Are you ready? I think you need to make an appointment right now for this weekend at the Walmart salon. If you are truly submissive, and not just some wanna-be, you will know you don't have an option other than to follow these instructions exactly.

[salon-submissive]

i really need a Woman like this to take control of me & do to my hair what She wants, no matter if it would be humiliating, embarrassing, feminine, bowlcut, poodleperm, or anything else. i keep fantasizing, but never have the guts to walk into a salon & have it done. Are there any Women out there that would allow me to submit to Them with me having no choice but to obey?

[salon-submissive]

It was a Craig's list add that popped up once. Fortunately, I took a screen shot, because a couple minutes later it was gone.

"Creative Barberettes will give you the hairstyle you deserve today! You just need to submit 100% to their choice for you." it gave a phone #. Intrigued I called. A young female voice answered with only, "yes," no business name or anything. I asked for an appointment and was told a time and place for the next weekend. I called to confirm the day before but the # seemed to be disconnected. I elected to go anyway. Upon arriving at the address -- an unmarked door on the side of a building in the bad part of town, I opened it and entered. The door slammed shut behind me. I turned to open it, for the first time feeling fear. It was locked. I turned toward the barren room as an authoritative female voice on an intercom and said, "You agreed to submit 100% to the Barberette. Now remove all your clothes and proceed to the next room." i knew I did not have a choice.

Naked, I opened the next door to be greeted to two beautiful barberette assistants who handcuffed me, led me to sit in a box where only my head would be stuck out, and locked me in.

Soon the barberette came, and She began what truly was a "Creative Haircut" as the ad had promissed. It would be a haircut that would change my life forever.

[salon-submissive]

She has decided it's time. You've known this was coming for months now as she grew your hair. You had time to escape. But you knew you had to obey. Tomorrow when you return to your job, you will feel the cold beeeze of humiliation as your bald dome and missing eyebrows will elicit demeaning comments from the ladies who will then know you are a beta. Your life will never be the same. Now it is time to kneel before Her as She brings Her clippers to roaring life. Somehow you know this is where you belong as you feel Her shearing all dignity from you.

[haircutsworld-deactivated202305]

I would love to be forced to get a bob. Would you do that for me?

yes I will force you to get a bob. I will drag you by your hair to the chair, handcuff your hands to the chair and legs to the bottom of the chair. I will comb your hair out and start snipping your locks away and if you moan or groan I will stick a cloth in your mouth and gag you so I don’t hear you. I’ll keep hacking and hacking your hair away until it’s the length I’m happy with, also you’ll be getting a fringe cause I love them and they’re so hot. Whenever your finished with the haircut I’ll comb your hair out and curl your hair so it’s beautiful as well, when I take the cape off you’ll be left with a short bob and bangs and all your hair cut off.

You’ll be receiving this haircut!

[hairfetishcentral]

[nicelyclipped]

Now that’s a proper shearing! Raining blonde hair.