I’ve faced the ultimate sanction! My hair is gone [Ff] (kinda FFf) [Protocol] I posted this on Saturday in /r/bdsmcommunity but it was removed as it wasn’t a discussion, ive reposted it here as it was on Sat. You can see my previous posts to get caught up on my unusual but amazing relationship. So before I start, I just want to say how beyond excited I am that I get to tell this story. This happened on yesterday evening and I’ve spent all morning essentially thanking ma’am for organising a situation where I can show my pure submission and Assistance to her. So, if you read my last lengthy post, the Administrator imposed a series of sanctions where weekly if required I attend a hair salon and have my hair cut by the “Hair Sanction Enforcement Officer” (a friend of ours who is aware of our dynamic) this has been going about six weeks. I’ve had three hair cuts, the first to shoulder length, the second to a sort of longish bob, the third was also a bob but with the back buzzed really short. In short each week ma’am determines if, due to failures in my uniform standards or general behaviour my hair has to be cut to a certain length. Further, there are fifteen random “triggers” that if I do all of them, my hair is immediately cut to the shortest length I have agreed to: grade 0 buzzcut. I was told each week how many triggers I had well, triggered, until two weeks ago when I was just told “at least 10”. That brings me to yesterday evening... I got home from work fully expecting to be summoned to the hair salon and found the waiting for me the usual envelope but instead it requested I immediately change into my smartest uniform and wait in absoflute silence, stood to attention outside our spare bedroom. I changed shirts, pulled on my black pencil skirt checked I met the uniform protocol and stood in silence. What follows didn’t even cross my mind. I thought this was just a normal meeting with the Administrator- I even thought I'd got away without a hair sanction that week. Maybe twenty minutes passed before I my name was called and I walked into a reorganised spare room, inside was a desk with the Administrator sat behind and a single arm chair in the middle of the room. The Administrator and her Enforcement Officer were both in their immaculate red striped shirts. I went to greet the Administrator but was told to sit, in silence facing the front whilst they talked through some paperwork. Something like this had never happened before, so I was immediately worried and intrigued. They discussed some things just out of ear shot. They then walked up, either side of me, and hand cuffed me to the chairs arms. They stood, the Administrator pulled out an envelope and started to read: > I, , the Administrator and the Hair Sanction Enforcement Officer have agreed under Protocol 35, Section 4 that you the Assistant have failed so significantly in meeting the requirements of previously discussed Protocols that all triggers aforementioned in Protocol 35, Section 3, have been met, and therefore, in accordance with Protocol 35, Section 5, you will be immediately sanctioned to your hair being shaved to Grade 0. Furthermore, until 17 December 2017, all head hair longer than 2mm is added to the general contraband list, and you must therefore have your head shaved weekly. I was handed a clipboard with a form on detailing the above with a dotted line titled "Assistant Sanction Compliance", I get these all the time, and I must sign in green, blue or red. Technically, I cannot reject a punishment, but if I sign in blue, we talk about it before proceeding, red it stops no questions asked. Green, it proceeds as described. I sat there in shock, I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I was so, so excited. They both just stared at me intently for a few moments, they then walked behind me as if to give me time to think, but my mind was made up, this was something we had wanted to do for weeks, and something I had fantasied about for months. I slowly picked up the green pen and signed. Sealing my fate. I was going to have my head shaved. Today. The officer took the form from me, handed it to ma'am who then said. "Officer, you have been granted authorisation to shave this insubordinate Assistant". "Assistant, we will now proceed, tell us you accept" After a moments pause, loudly, and clearly I said “I gratefully accept this sanction ma’am.” The two of them returned, the chair was spun around revealing a floor length mirror, normally I wouldn’t get to see the haircut until it was finished, handcuffed in a white shirt to a chair, there would be no surprise hair cut today. I knew what the end result would be. The Officer asked the Administrator did she want it done quickly and efficiently or slow and torturously. The Administrator leant on the chairs arms and looked at me for what felt like forever while I stared back at her with waves of submission enveloping me. Something about a shirt collar and looking down it does that to me. She stood up, walked behind me and put her hands on my shoulders and gripped me firmly as I looked into my own eyes and my hair for the last time. “Slow and tortuous I think, I’m disappointed how quickly we have reached this point” The Enforcement Officer sprang into action and went to a small table next to the mirror and picked up some scissors and without a moments pause started to cut, large chunks of hair fell on to me. I hadn’t been caped, so my immaculate shirt was covered very quickly. I could feel and see hair going underneath my collar in in between the buttons. Slowly but surely my long bob turned into a sort of untidy pixie cut. It was then the clippers roared to life. I’d had them used on my nape a few weeks ago, but this time, they felt and sounded different. A long guard was put on and huge stripes of hair was buzzed to maybe 3/4inch. I was still in shock, but in a such a submissive state, I felt like I was enjoying myself. The Administrator looked on with such pride. As the buzzing continued, she knelt beside me, touched my hand and held some longer cuttings up to me “This is what poor performance is, but I’m so proud of you”, that made everything better and I started to get turned on. She knew this and slowly moved her hand up my skirt. Oh my god. The Officer slowly continued the 3/4inch buzz, but eventually finished. At this point the Administrator removed my panties. I heard a loud click, the clipper guard was removed, and they roared back to life. Other than the sound of the clippers we were all absolutely silent. The Administrator started to touch me, as she did, she nodded at the Officer and the clippers were ploughed into what was left of the top of my head hair. Even with less than an inch left the shock of what little hair bare clipper blades leave is incredible. With both a fantasy being fulfilled and my amazing Administrator touching me, stroking me just the way I like I started to moan. The clippers went again and again and again and more hair fell on my shirt and too the floor. Just 10 minutes later she use those little clippers to edge me up and I had been turned from a smartly dressed Assistant to a disheveled, aroused, bald slave. It was amazing. I had no hair. The two of them left me to stare at my bald self with the remains of my formerly shoulder length bob scattered by me. I was uncuffed and told to clean up the disgusting mess that had been made by me. That I did while the two of them stood silently watching me. When that was done, I was ordered to strip, cuffed again and marched to the shower where I had to stand under lukewarm water while little clippings of hair drained away. Even the lukewarm water couldn’t move me from my massively turned on state. I was ordered out of the shower and as I did, I felt my head for the first time. Oh my god. 1mm of hair. I can’t believe I let this happen, but I had done, and I absolutely loved it. I was ordered back and returned naked and dripping wet (in more than one way...;))to the room. The Administrator asked the Officer to check my head for any contraband hair, but she had done an efficient job. She was satisfied I was as bald as I needed to be. The Administrator then came and stroked my head. That almost set me off. If you’ve ever shaved your head, you’ll know what the feeling of someone else cool hands on a freshly buzzed head feels like. It’s wonderful. They both seem satisfied and I was handed a towel some clothes. The last of the three red striped shirts from before and a grey pencil skirt. I was told the red stripes were to be a badge of honour that I had served the Administrator so well that I was willing to have my head shaved for her. I was handed a final sheet of paper and asked to read it, if I accepted it. > I accept that I have been fully sanctioned in accordance with the aforementioned protocols. I am grateful to the Hair Sanction Enforcement Officer for shaving my head in accordance with the Administrator’s requirements and will continue to meet the requirements of this sanction, and will strive to improve my performance. That was it, we were done. The two of them left and I spent ages just staring at my new look, back in my uniform, but with no hair. No awkward bun to put up to ensure hair wasn’t touching my collar now! The three of us ended up in the bedroom about half an hour later. I’ll leave it up to your imaginations as to what happened, but suffice it to say, my freshly ironed red striped shirt didn’t end up on my body for too much longer…