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So, here I was ringing his doorbell. He was a friend of my
father. He was a tall, handsome fifty odd year old ships
captain form Florida. Greg, a gay friend of the family on
the island had told him that he thought I was probably gay
three months ago, and he had made a pass at me in a
nightclub. We hadn't done much except some kissing and
hugging as I was too shy and scared of anyone finding out I
liked other men. But I promised to visit him when I got to
Florida to in September.
The door opened.
Dirk smiled down at me and welcomed me in. "Well, hello,
come on in."
As I walked past him he put an arm around me and kissed me
on the cheek.
***
Three days later, I'm still in shock. Dirk has taken total
control of me. I'm now his pussy boy as he calls me. I have
been made to totally submit to his will, not that I haven't
enjoyed it more than anything I have ever done before. At
first he was quite brutal and beat me with a strap when I
resisted. He said that I needed not so much to "come out"
as be "dragged out".
The first time he had me down on my hands and knees with my
bottom in the air as he entered me from behind slowly. At
first he kept massaging KY jelly all over my pussy, as he
calls it, and then he entered me bit by bit. I could feel
his helmet slide in and then eventually more and more of
his shaft. It wasn't painful, it really felt good. When he
came inside me I felt wonderful. He had made me wear a
rustling nylon frilly royal blue baby doll nightdress and
matching panties over my smooth body which he had totally
shaved all of my hair from except for my long brown
shoulder length hair.
Now, I was sat on the bed, terrified, waiting to go out in
the car with him, in my new clothes he had bought for me.
I'm wearing a new set of white silk panties and bra and
some hose top stockings. Over these I had put on a pair of
skintight black Capri pants and on top I have a pale blue
cashmere turtleneck sweater with matching cardigan. Dirk is
about to take me out shopping; he wants me to have my
haircut.
***
Three hours later... I'm now sat up high in a barber chair
in a beauty shop called Antoine's staring at the makeup on
my face and the earrings in my new pieced ears. What's
worse is I have two parallel lines of perm rods going
straight back from my forehead and other rods on the side
of my head. My hair has been cut really short, the stylist
even used clippers on my nape after she had rolled me in
the rods and I can still see some of my hair where it has
fallen onto the shiny black plastic cape. Earlier Dirk took
me straight to a lady called Barbara's house where she gave
me a lesson in makeup and did my nails and pierced my ears.
Then we went shopping for some more clothes in the mall, it
was nerve wracking being out dressed as a woman for the
first time but as I caught my reflection in the mirror I
relaxed as I saw that I looked quite pretty and I feel
really nice in my clothes. What was a shock was being
brought in here to have my hair done.
Dirk propelled me through the door of the salon in the
strip mall. It was really busy. He indicated a row of
chairs by the front window for me to sit on and went up to
the Spanish looking lady standing by the reception counter.
I sat down with my heart pumping as my senses were
overloaded by all the sights sounds and smells of this
woman only blue collar salon. This was to hairdressing what
McDonalds was to fast food. There must have been twenty
women in various stages of getting their hair done. About
six women were sitting in rollers under the bank of
hairdryers all along one side of the wall. On the opposite
side were a line of eight red barber chairs facing a
mirrored wall with a counter and shampoo sinks on it. The
stylists seemed to all be in their 40s and 50s in tight
navy nylon smock dresses and mostly drawn form Florida's
diverse Hispano and black community. They all had short
styled haircuts as did the women whose hair they were
doing. No wispy feminine long tresses here, this was a no
nonsense clip and curl beauty shop.
"Hi, I made an appointment for Susi at 2 o'clock... have
you got it?" I heard Dirk ask.
"Let me check for you Sir... yes, here it is... with
Renee..."
"Can I speak to Renee before she gets started?"
"Why, you sure can... wait just a minute and I'll get her
for you..."
With that she walked back into the salon and returned
almost immediately with a tall, older black lady with a
shiny straightened chin length bob haircut.
"Hi, I'm Renee how can I help you?"
"Hi, I've made an appointment with you to do Susi's hair.
It's a surprise I want you to do her hair like this, will
that be a problem..."
Dirk had produced a photo, which I couldn't see, which he
had cut from a magazine, and handed it to Renee...
"Wow... that will be quite a surprise... no, I have done
this style many times..." she looked up and into my eyes
smiling... my heart started to pound.
"How long will it take?"
"You can come back in about two hours and we should be
done."
"Okay, I'll leave her in your hands..." With that he walked
over and kissed me softly on the cheek and squeezed my
shoulder and walked put.
"You just wait there a minute, Honey, and Ill be right
back." Renee said as she went back into the salon.
It all moved on rapidly form there. Now I sit still as
Renee wraps a piece of cotton wool all around my hairline
and clips it tightly around my head.
"This will stop, all the perm lotion dripping down your
neck and onto your pretty sweater..."
The smell of the perm lotion was overpowering and made me
want to gag. Once it was on I had to sit there for twenty
minutes and just watch what was going on around me...
***
Three hours later and I am back at home... I've not had any
time to think. My hair is now a dark brown soft helmet of
tight curls with bangs on my forehead and clipped like fur
in my nape. I'm only wearing my short sleeved turtleneck
sweater and panties as I sit on the sofa waiting for Dirk
to answer the front door. I have been told that I have to
"look" after one of his friends who is coming over.
The policeman comes in following Dirk.
"Susi, this is Wayne our local cop..."
"Hiya..."
Wayne doesn't answer and just comes over to me and stands
in the middle of the room and starts to unzip his flies and
get his thing out.
"Okay, sweetie, get over there and make Wayne feel
welcome..."
I walk across and drop to my knees in front of Wayne just
in time to take his stiff cock out form his pants and
quickly put his helmet in my mouth and start to flick my
tongue over it. I use my hands to hold his shaft and pump
it into my mouth and the other hand to fondle his balls in
his sack. I actually really enjoy sucking cock but I
realize as I start to feel his cock shudder in my mouth
that this is my new life for the next few months... pussy
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