I was going to get my hair cut to my shoulders. My hair is...was...a few inches below my shoulders and I wanted a change. When he heard of my plans, he imposed his own requirements. He wanted me to get it cut shorter, a few inches above my shoulders. So I made the appointment even though I was nervous about what he wanted me to do.
In the days leading up to the appointment, I had a hard time explaining to my friends why I was making such a drastic change against my will. I couldn't tell anyone why I was hesitant, conflicted even. This was a big step, a significant requirement from an Owner that doesn't usually micromanage me. But there was no one with whom I could share my concerns. I didn't want to tell Him what a hard time I was having, lest he think I wasn't up to being his submissive. I never want to disappoint him.
As I sat in the salon chair, I pondered this step I was about to take. I shook my head rapidly to dispel any fear and to ward off the tears that I felt pricking at my eyes. I was doing this for him. I am owned and I must be willing to alter my appearance to suit his desires. I am willing to do whatever he wants.
So I did it. I cut my hair shorter than I would have and I did it for him. As I walked away from the salon, I felt a lightness in my step. I had cleared the hurdle.