It's done!

I did it.  I got my hair cut.  Seventeen (17) inches all gone.

Master went with me to the salon, and His first comment when He saw it was, "It's short." (Imagine a very gruff, Domly "It's short.")

He seemed displeased, but He says it looks better and healthier, and that if it makes me happy, then He's happy.  When we got home I pulled it back into a ponytail and showed Him that there is still plenty of hair for Him to grab onto, when the need arises.  That seemed to make Him happy.

Me?  I love it.  And the folks at the salon were kind enough to put it into ponytail and cut it first, so that I could take it with me in order to donate it to Locks of Love.  Then they washed and trimmed it for me.  So it was win-win.  It feels great, looks soooooo much better...and Master can still grab a fistful when He fucks me.

However, Master says no photos.  So, no short hair photos.  But you all have good imaginations, so put them to use.  Hee hee....

No More Split Ends!

Tomorrow is the big day.

At 1pm, I am getting my hair cut.

First time in over ten years.

I feel very happy about this.

Pics to follow.