The perfect Beauty Salon
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Hair Salon, Ready ? by: Susi
Tony was an older dom guy I had met through the net. He came on pretty
strong and invited me to have a drink with him. Well, you know, one thing
led to another, and suffice it to say I am now involved in one of the
most intense physical relationships you can imagine.
Tony is a very assertive masculine 48 year old master who likes very
femme submissive guys, which suits me. As a 39 year old femme guy I had
had a few casual relationships but nothing that turned me on as much as
this. He talked about stretching my boundaries mental and physical
and?being shaved and then several enemas in his bathroom on my hands and
knees, wearing a blue silk baby doll nightdress and matching knickers at
his flat, then being taught what he calls, 'Cock Respect'.
I get turned on by my making him hard. I love his cock being forced into
my mouth while I gently play with his balls with my fingers. The best
though is when he puts my legs up over my head on the bed while he stands
beside it and rams into me. I screamed at first, but now?now I'm pleased
to be available for him whenever and wherever he wants.
I am quite fat but Tony has taken me out to a few girls' shops to buy
clothes that turn him on. The humiliation is delicious and terrifying at
the same time. He likes me in soft sensuous things and I love to feel
them against my smooth skin. I have some lovely silk panties and bras. He
insists I wear stockings all the time. He has a 'soft sweater' thing; he
took me a sweater shop in London and I spent a fortune on cashmere polo
necks and turtlenecks and cardigan sets so, "You are soft and nice for me
to touch?"
I nearly died with shame when the middle-aged saleswoman in the shop
realised that she was going to earn a fortune. I was a sub and all she
had to do was turn him on with me as a model. She kept coming in to the
changing room with new sweaters for me to try on and then take me out of
the cubicle to show Tony. A fluffy white angora cardigan and tight pink
short sleeved turtleneck pleased him a lot. Still they do feel nice
against my skin, so feminine.
He made me wear a yellow twin set when we left the shop. He was so
aroused that he took me into a toilet cubicle at Piccadilly station and
sat me on the toilet while he stood in front of me with his hands rubbing
my hair and sweaters and fucked my mouth until he groaned and came in my
mouth. Leaving the toilet with all the leering men staring was one of the
most humiliating things ever.
Tony pulled up in his black Range Rover. I opened the door and smiled
weakly as he smiled across at me.
"Alright love?"
"Yes, I think so?"
"Don't worry."
We had planned this day for a long time and the anticipation was in
danger of outweighing the reality. Tony, my dom master, arranged to meet
me, his fem sissy slut form time to time or whenever he felt randy. This
time he had decided that I was to be taken to visit a friend of his who
wanted to fuck a sissy as well. He kept on at me, making me agree that
two men using me turned me on until I agreed to go.
"You belong to me, I will look after you. Just relax and enjoy the day."
We pulled up right in front of the salon in the car. My heart started to
beat faster. I looked along the row of shops; all aimed at the low income
inhabitants of the local estates.
Tony looked across at me and smiled,
"You ready to be my pretty pussy boy?"
"er..yes ?"
So now I was getting out of his car gently in my black Capri pants and a
short sleeved black cashmere turtleneck sweater. Gently because Tony had
made me come to the hairdresser to be given a 'more girlie style' with a
butt plug up inside me so that I was ready to take him later?
I had already had my makeup done at 'Transformation' in Euston so that I
could pass an initial look as a real girl. I was also shaved smooth all
over. Tony had picked me up outside.
I held Tony's hand as we walked along the pavement and into the salon. As
he opened the glass door and guided me in the smell hit me immediately;
the strong sweet chemical odour of perm lotion. The salon was a classic
of it's type; bright, rubber tile floors and garish colours throughout.
The reception counter was straight in front with an overweight 25 year
old girl with an appalling blonde dye job sat leering across at us. You
could see behind her into the salon beyond; helmet dome dryers on one
side opposite the beauty chairs and sinks which were in front of a
mirrored formica counter.
"Can I help you?" says the receptionist
"Yes we have an appointment with Greg," says Tony.
She looks at me with a smile, "Oh, yes, I'll just get him"
I was made to sit on one of the waiting chairs in reception and Tony left
having agreed a time to return and collect me. I sat nervously looking
around taking in all the sights and sounds. There were about four ladies
in varying stages of being 'done', one under the dryer in rollers, one
being combed out by Greg and one being attended to in a chair by
another lady stylist.
Just then, Monica, the receptionist came over holding a mauve pvc cape
outstretched in front of her?
"Put your arms through?that's it?now lean forward while I tie it
behind.." I lent forward into her, making sure my face did not touch her
more than ample bosom which was stretching the nylon fabric of her
overall dress.
"Stand up and follow me?"
I followed her through into the salon proper and sat down on the chair
she indicated in front of the sink. The chair was really comfortable; a
red plastic leatherette and chrome metal barber chair with armrests and a
footrest. As soon as I sat down she pressed a foot pedal and the chair
dropped even lower. She immediately produced another shorter black
plastic cape and wrapped that around my neck securing it with a Velcro
strip. She then took a towel and draped it around my shoulders and went
forward to the sink.
She pulled the spray attachment on its hose out of the sink and turned on
the mixer, running the water over her hands. I started to notice how old
the sink was, thick white porcelain china, deeply scarred after years of
constant use. She dropped the spray in to the sink and then passed me a
small face cloth;
"Hold this across your eyes and forehead to protect your makeup and lean
forward and right over the sink please?"
I did as I was told and edged forward and over the sink?and soon felt the
lovely warm sensation of the water on my hair and then her surprisingly
sensuous fingers massaging my head. Then the cold feeling of the shampoo
being poured on and then rubbed in all over was delicious. Too soon I was
sat back up in the chair staring at myself with my head wrapped in a
towel turban. She took the towel away and the short black cape. Next
she produced a length of tissue form a stainless steel dispenser on the
counter and wrapped it tightly around my neck tucking it in. She then
unwrapped me from the turban and then combed my wet hair straight back
from my forehead.
"Wait there a minute and Greg will come and see to you."
I looked nervously into the mirror and tried to avoid the eyes of the
other women in the salon, particularly the lady in rollers under the
dryer behind who smiled at me.
Greg came up and started to pump the chair up with the foot pedal.
"So how long have you been with Don?"
He smiled at me in the mirror as he started to comb my hair. He then
reached onto the counter and produced a plastic applicator bottle and
began to pour and then comb through a cold thick liquid onto my hair
until pretty soon my whole head was saturated.
"Setting lotion, love, to keep the style I give you in place,"
He then started to comb out and put my hair into separate sections with
plastic clips.
He methodically started to cut each section one after another with his
scissors and a metal comb until eventually the shape of a dark wet brown
helmet started to appear in the mirror in front of me. It felt nice. I
could feel him cutting it quite short in the back which was alarming as
it had taken me months to grow it out long.
Then he brought over a trolley, which was filled with curlers and perm
rods which always give me a thrill. Now I was really being feminised
properly. Starting from my fringe or bangs he separated each piece of
hair with the tail of his comb and carefully combed it out and then
rolled a small blue curler down the strip of hair until it was tight
against my skull. He then secured it in place with a plastic clip and
once we got going he would use one clip to secure two or even three
rollers together. Pretty soon two rows started to appear on top of my
head running parallel back from my forehead. My head had an incredible
tight stretched feel to it. He stopped at about the middle of the back of
my head and then began the sides. Rolling me even tighter it seemed
around my ears and cheeks. Once this part was finished he went over to
the counter, opened a drawer and pulled out a set of menacing looking
electric hair clippers?
"What are they for??" I stammered nervously
"For shaving your head bald if you give me any trouble you little faggot,
now put your head forward and hold still..go on lean forward,"
I leaned forward and looked down terrified as I listened to him plug the
clippers in and come around behind me.
"Greg?phone call, a Mrs Evans?" Monica was back standing behind me.
"OK, love?look finish this for me and pop him under the dryer will you?"
"Sure, how much do you want off?" I could feel her hand on top of my
rollers as she took the clippers form Greg.
"Just tidy up the nape and shape it properly?. If he fidgets take it down
to the wood."
"Right now hold still?"
I heard the switch go and immediately the high pitched whine as the
cropping machine sprung into life. The next sensation was the cold metal
on the base of my neck as it started to run up my nape, her hand holding
my head still and the repeated even strokes as she reduced me to fur in
the back. Eventually she switched off and put them back on the counter.
She then used a small brush to sweep the small hair clippings from around
my shoulders and looked into my eyes in the mirror.
"Not so bad, huh? Now we will just get a net on you?"
A bright green hair net was produced and laid on my lap, then a roll of
tape was produced and strips of it were pulled off and the unrolled my
closely cropped hair at the back was taped into place. Then she took a
long strip of cotton wool and wound it around my hairline, clipping it
into place with hairpins. After all of this the net was tightly stretched
over my curl covered head and tied tight in the back with a bow. Two
cotton wool pads were forced under the net and over each ear and she took
off the towels and short cape from my shoulders.
"Stand up and follow me?," she turned the chair sideways and I stepped up
and followed her across the salon towards the back and through a doorway.
In a passage behind the main salon was a corridor with more dome dryers
fixed above leatherette chairs.
Monica lifted the front lid of the last one and indicated for me to sit
down. I sat down and slid across until I was under the dome; Monica
folded the lid down and then passed me the rubberised switch on a flex
which she had already turned onto 'HOT'. I couldn't hear what she said
and just smiled weakly.
I spent the next half an hour under the hot dryer until Greg came along
and lifted the front lid. He beckoned me forward so that he could check
one of my curls. He stood right in front of me and I could see the erect
outline of his cock through his trousers.
"Switch the dryer off."
I turned the rubber knob off.
"You want to suck this don't you?"
"Yes?" I stammered.
Immediately he unzipped himself. Grabbing my head from behind he forced
his hot, thick dick into my mouth and began to drive it down my throat,
almost gagging me.
"Now you are going to swallow me, aren't you?"
"mmm?"
Quite quickly, with a jerk and a shudder he was done. He then guided me
onto my feet and I died with shame as I turned around and saw Monica, his
assistant smirking at me?she had seen everything.
"Take him through, dear"
Red faced I followed her back out into the main salon where she sat me in
a chair at the front of the salon and started to take the net off me and
unroll the rollers. Pretty soon I watched myself with a long line of
barrel curls tight against the top of my head. Then, using a strong
plastic brush she vigorously brushed my hair back from my face, I watched
fascinated as it sprung back each time into place but a little more
fuller and shiny.
Then Greg returned and took over. He started to backcomb me and soon the
classic mushroom bob shape started to appear. I looked really convincing,
especially with my dark eyeliner on my brown eyes. Then he got a smaller
par of clippers and clippered me some more in the nape, shaping it more
geometrically he said. Finally, he sprayed what must have been a whole
can of hairspray all over my head so that it was solid and hard to
touch.
"You look good, dear." I believed him. I stood up and he took the cape
off me, he was really nice to me now and not so aggressive. As I walked
through into the reception area and he helped me into my black matching
cardigan he said.
"Give me a call anytime you want to go out?" I blushed girlishly.
"Now, Tony said he would meet you in the pub across the street. Over
there, the Bull, you see it?"
I was suddenly terrified, would I be convincing? But what could I do? I
was either stranded here in girl's clothes or I had to meet him and go
through with the visit.
What should I do?
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