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"Every Man Ought to Be Beautiful": The Philosophy of Key Staff at
Elizabeth's Salon For Men
by Ginny Wolf
first week of June, 1958
Our operating philosophy at Elizabeth's Salon for Men is plain and
simple: every man ought to be beautiful. For one thing we do so in order
that males understand what women have gone through for years to look
nice for and to please men. That said, our primary purpose in making men
beautiful is to teach them their proper place, which is subordinate to
women who are the superior sex, and to discipline them into obedience
and docility.
My name is Vera LaFarge, a senior hair stylist at the salon. Miss
Nadine, the salon manager, asked me to share a bit about my own
experience in beautifying men and my work here so that you ladies who
are considering sending a male or the males in your life for
beautification may understand the hows and the whys.
I started doing hair in 1932 right after I finished high school. By the
end of the Second World War in 1945 I was a top beautician in a beauty
shop in Chicago. In the years right after the war I started noticing
some important changes. We had some men sneaking in on their own. For
example for several years a big burly truck driver had me give him a
permanent every three months. A businessman came in after hours on
Thursdays and while I shampooed and set him, one of the other girls gave
him a manicure. When he started going grey I began coloring his hair at
his request. But the interesting customers were the men whose wives
dragged them into the shop, either to teach them a lesson or as a long
range part of petticoat discipline. And by '49 we had a significant
number of mothers, grandmothers or aunts who were training rebellious
boys. Believe me, I tell you from first hand experience, there are few
things that equal enduring a machine permanent wave or surviving the
process of being turned into a bleach blonde to make a disobedient boy
start to behave. Any number of times I gave bad boys a shampoo and set
on a Friday morning with the shop full of women having their hair done.
The laughter and teasing made those little monsters cringe. Spending
most of an hour with curlers in their hair, seated under a dryer between
two women proved tougher than army training camp. That changes a
youngster. Miss Elizabeth opened her salon in 1950. I learned of its
existence at a conference a year later. In the spring of 1952, I
interviewed here, was hired and moved to New York. Within three years I
became one of the top hairdressers in the very special Upstairs Salon.
Let me start by talking about the sissy staff, the cute little helpers
who assist us in the Upstairs Salon. Their roles in aiding in the
beautification of our clients and in teaching docility are truly key.
Many of the hairdressers, makeup artists and cosmetologists work with
different sissies on different days. I insist on three, the same three,
whom I myself have vigorously trained. Petey, my shampoo girl, Lesley,
my hairdressing assistant, and Bernie, the maid, work only for me and
only on the days I work. They arrive extra early on workdays for
preparation.
First, in the locker room, which is totally pink-pink walls, pink
floors, pink lockers, pink benches and pink chairs- they change from
their street clothes into their bras, corsets and high-heeled mules.
They must lace each other tightly into their corsets. I double-check and
they know they will be in corseted agony if I have to re-tighten a
corset. That done I take them into the dairy room for milking. I fasten
the wooden stocks around their necks and wrists and tilt them forward
just enough so that their bottoms protrude and their little family
jewels are available for me to reach easily. I put on rubber gloves,
take a silk scarf and work first one, then another and the other, making
sure that they have passed all the cream that can give them nasty
thoughts or make them disobedient. I do not mind their whimpering or
moaning but if one of them screeches or screams all three of them will
wear nice big, pink ball gags until our first client arrives. I have
noticed an interesting phenomenon. If it is just my three sissies in the
milking stalls side-by-side they wait quietly for each to have his turn.
However, if another staff member has a couple of sissies across the
room, lined up for milking, and the sissies can see each other, the ones
not being milked whimper piteously and stamp their little pedicured feet
with impatience, begging, politely of course, to be milked next. The
staff have discovered that even blindfolding them all does not help as
they can hear each other's cute little moans. So I add to their
uncomfortable wait. Lesley usually has the most cream to offer so I
milk him first. By the time he is done, poor Petey and Bernie are
dancing like they had ants in their pants, except of course they have no
pants on, their rear ends jiggling and their legs wiggling like they
need to pee. I put vibrating dildoes into their rear ends and start
working Lesley for a second time. They know not to scream or complain
and I enjoy watching their agony. And you should see the looks on the
faces of the sissies across the row when I push those big dildoes into
those two bottoms of the ones waiting for the milking. Priceless! Just
priceless. Of course the insertion causes them to wiggle even more and
moan louder and longer.
Once their milking is finished, they dress completely in their
appropriate uniforms and report back to me for inspection before we move
upstairs. As part of my inspection they must raise their skirts and hold
them up for me to inspect their girdles and hosiery. Their corsets shape
their mid-sections but my sissies wear good, tight open-bottom girdles
as well to shape their tummies and their bottoms. I insist that their
girdles must be in pretty colors such as pink, yellow, purple or baby
blue, rather than plain old white. Their stockings must be free of runs
or holes and properly attached to the girdle tabs. If I am satisfied I
take them to the Upstairs Salon to do their hair and apply their makeup.
My sissies wear a different hairdo every workday as they serve as models
for the styles I can create on my customers. This year there are so many
lovely feminine styles coming out of Hollywood, Paris, London and Rome
as well as right here in New York. Only the most feminine go on the
heads of my clients. I keep Petey's hair permed and have a set of
photographs of his perm process to show women how their man can be
permed. Bernie models hair color and I change his shade every four or
six weeks. Lesley wears only elaborate evening hairdos.
Some staff members allow sissies to apply their own makeup. I do not. As
with their hair my sissies model makeup looks in a great variety of
fashions. Even more importantly, having me do their makeup reminds them
that they are controlled, helps keep them properly submissive and
teaches them again and again that pretty men and their cute looks exist
only to please women
When we reach the Upstairs Salon Petey shampoos Lesley and Bernie. While
I start setting one of them, little Blaine, a shampoo girl I trust,
shampoos Petey and brings him to my station. Once I have the three of
them set on rollers, their hair covered with pink or baby blue hairnets,
I make them share demure little kisses with each other before I put them
under the dryers. They know that if they have erred in any way their
dryer time will be long and extremely hot. While they sit side-by-side,
drying, their reading is restricted to ladies' fashion magazines. Once
or twice a week I have one of the cosmetologists put a facial on them
before I pop them under their dryers. The trio look absolutely adorable,
sitting there, capes over their uniforms, their stockinged legs demurely
crossed at the ankles, their polished fingers carefully turning the
pages of the magazines. They could easily pass for a trio of ladies
having their hair done in any other salon in the city.
Hair dry, I bring them over to my station. While I apply makeup and
style the first one, the other two sit quietly, each waiting his turn. I
love making men pretty and enjoy preparing my sissies for their day's
tasks. When the cute threesome are ready, the final step, before they
start their tasks, is to carefully bend over and hold their ankles while
I apply a love tap, gently but firmly, to their girdled bottoms, with a
hairbrush to remind them that if they fail in any way during the day,
they will suffer serious punishment.
Every Tuesday after regular salon hours, the sissy trio strip to their
underwear and step on a scale. I insist that they maintain their trim
figures. If they have not gained any weight their regular workout is
moderately easy. If they have gained so much as a half pound they endure
a strenuous workout. Either way they dress in a panty girdle, tights,
leotards and high heels. I set their hair and my colleague Edith removes
their makeup and applies the type of facial which firms up like cement
and keeps them silent. Into an exercise room they march where an
instructor puts them through a workout then onto the belt massagers,
next the roller machines and finally the exercise bikes. I love watching
their tummies and bottoms wiggle as they workout. If they have
maintained their figures they are done in ninety minutes. If even one of
them has gained any weight the three of them endure a workout ranging
from two to three hours.
The next stop is the steam cabinets. They remove their exercise outfits
and change into bikinis. The attendant puts them in the cabinets and
starts the steam. Their hair is still in curlers and their faces remain
cemented in facial masks. I give them ten minutes to steam and I walk
into the room. If they have maintained their proper weight I just pat
them on their heads, tell them that they are good girls and after
another ten minutes they go for body massage, manicure and pedicure. I
comb out their hair, give them an evening makeup and send them home in a
cab.
If one or more of them have gained any weight they tremble to see me
walk in. The one or ones with weight gain suffer the most as I turn the
steam up, the amount of heat depending upon how much they gained. The
other one or two experience a smaller but none-the-less uncomfortable
heat increase. I leave them to suffer for an hour or so, then they go,
sadder and wiser, for their massage, manicure and pedicure. Watching
their curler-covered heads and masked faces sticking out of their
imprisonment in the steam cabinets, suffering helplessly in the heat,
gives me a lot of satisfaction.
Once all three of them, over the last Christmas holidays, had gained
over four pounds each. Instead of the steam cabinets for the next four
Tuesdays I had them put in the paraffin bath. With their hair in
curlers, their faces sealed in their beauty masks, and bodies completely
covered by pounds of warm wax, they felt totally defenseless. I had them
covered with eight heavy woolen blankets and left perspiring for an
hour. Instead of their massages, they changed into rubber sweat suits
and sat under five blankets while they had their nails done. I followed
this with keeping them under the hair dyers on high temperature for an
hour, still wearing their sweat suits before their facials were removed
and I did their hair and makeup. For those four weeks I tightened their
corsets every morning so firm it was hard for them to move and
impossible to bend. Instead of their regular girdles I made them wear
tight rubber "reducing girdles" which were quite uncomfortable. My
girlies seemed to have learned their lesson. Since last January none of
them has gained so much as one ounce. Their conduct has been flawless.
The only exception occurred about six weeks ago when maid Bernie was too
slow to serve a client and then started to sass me when I reprimanded
him. I took him back into the staff area and washed his mouth with soap
then bent him over and had the staff nurse administer an enema. Believe
me his eyes bugged out of his head when he saw the amount of the enema
which was going into his naughty rear end. He started whimpering and
complaining as the enema began filling his bottom so I thrust the bar of
soap into his mouth and taped it shut. When that enema bag was empty his
mid-section looked like he was pregnant. It took him a long time in the
restroom to empty his stomach and his bowels. He returned to work
wearing a diaper, plastic panties and frilly rhumba panties. When he
walked everyone could hear the rustle of his plastic panties and when he
bent over his rhumba panties showed. Of course when one errs the trio
is punished so Petey and Lesley finished their work day wearing diapers
held in place by punishment panties which lock at the back so they had
to very politely beg me to unlock them if they needed to use the sissy
restroom or if their diaper needed to be changed. For good measure I
kept all three in diapers and punishment panties the whole next day, not
unlocking them except when they needed a diaper change. Their conduct
has been perfect since that day.
My sissy helpers, when behaving, do wonders with my clients. Petey gives
the most wonderful relaxing shampoos. Lesley, standing by my side,
helping with sets, perms or coloring, gently calms agitated clients,
particularly those receiving a beauty treatment which is new for them.
Of course clients new to the Upstairs Salon are unused to wearing a
girdle while having their hair done and tend to fidget. Lesley soothes
their fears. Sweet Bernie serving coffee, tea, water or juice, calms
clients having long sessions under a dryer or waiting for their hair
color or permanent wave to process.
I developed a service program to increase our revenue which I presented
to Nadine, the salon's manager. She loved the concept and authorized me
to put it in place. It has proved to be most successful. Within a 75-
mile radius of New York there are dozens of colleges and universities.
Many of them of them have sororities. In my program we train and groom
housemaids and house sissies for the young women of those sororities.
Housemaids as the name implies provide maid services. They cook, bake,
serve meals, do dishes, laundry, ironing, dusting, vacuuming, make beds
and in general make life comfortable for these studious young women. At
Elizabeth's Salon for Men we make certain that the sorority housemaids
are obedient, submissive and pretty.
House sissies must be young men who are intelligent and beautiful. They
provide academic support for the scholars, doing writing, research,
instruction, coaching and guidance to assist the young women in becoming
top notch students. They must be beautiful because their duties include
making their mouths, derrieres and family jewels available for the use
and satisfaction of the sorority sisters. We make them even more docile
than the housemaids as they must be totally submissive and quickly
obedient in order to satisfy any and all needs of those young scholars.
Training for the housemaids and house sissies begins in the Upstairs
Salon where we immerse them immediately into the world of total male
beauty. At the start they show a near total panic when they realize that
they will very shortly look like our salon sissies. To speed up their
preparation we purchased a little apartment building a half-block from
the salon where they are housed during training. It makes for wonderful
indoctrination in the work to which they are headed as they are subject
to round-the-clock control. I love watching them in the early morning
mincing along in their first pair of heels, their hair in curlers,
carrying their little purses as they cover the half-block from the
residence to the salon, moving as quickly as they can, faces totally
crimson with embarrassment. Some of the trainees come to us as referrals
from a particular sorority who desire the darlings to become a maid or
house sissy for that sorority. Others are young males sent to us by
mothers, grandmothers, aunts or guardians for training in such useful
employment. When these candidates are completely trained they go through
a beauty contest, walking a runway in swimsuits and heels, then maid
uniforms or business wear and finally in evening gowns as
representatives of needy sororities bid on them. The money from this
selection process as well as the first five years of their wages goes to
the women who sent them to us to reimburse those women for the costs
they paid the salon to train the males, a most satisfactory arrangement
all the way around. Two of the graduates have become the sissy wives of
brilliant women from the sorority where the sissies worked. I had the
privilege of doing their hair for their weddings and I expect more such
marriages.
As for customers, I work in the Upstairs Salon so my clients have some
introductory experience before they come to me for their first very
special hairdo. I believe in a quick and full immersion of every
customer into the life of beauty. I will not stand for a customer who
tries to buck my direction of his beautification. In such a case I
either talk with his wife or the woman who controls him and work out a
plan of beauty treatments. If she is hesitant or uncooperative,
unwilling to go as far or as fast as I deem necessary, I'll refer them
to another stylist.
On the other hand, for women who see the wisdom of my plan, I'll gladly
go an extra mile to help them train and beautify their men. I have made
trips to some of the most gorgeous mansions and expensive apartments in
the city. For example, recently a helped a woman handle her married
lover who was being problematic.
The guy is an extremely wealthy hotshot from the West Coast. A few years
ago he set this woman up in grand style as his New York mistress. To
keep him under control she started sending him to Elizabeth's Salon for
Men, making sure to have lots of pictures taken and threatening to send
them to his wife if he ever grew uncooperative. However he had begun to
be less generous with her financially and dropping hints that he was
interested in finding another mistress. This woman, twelve years younger
than her sugar daddy, is well-educated, extremely attractive and well-
connected in society. She called me and we made a plan to tame her
lover.
At dinner in her apartment she slipped a sedative into his wine glass
and when he dozed off, she called me. I arrived at her apartment,
bringing with me Petey, my sissy assistant, Edith who specializes in
facials and makeup, and Marsha, one of the salon's best manicurists. The
man remained quite groggy while we commenced operations so we placed a
substantial-sized butt plug in his bottom, dressed him in panties,
girdle, bra and chiffon robe, and set to work to beautify him.
Edith applied one of the facial masks which firms up like cement to keep
him silent. Petey wet the hair and I began to set him on rollers, using
plenty of setting lotion, while Marsha shaped and polished his fingers
and toes. Our hostess has a salon dryer which I wheeled over, placed
over his roller-set hair, turned on high and let him bake for an hour.
When his hair was throughly dry, I began removing the rollers, teasing
each strand of hair and using plenty of hairspray so that he ended up
with an elaborate bouffant bubble top with bangs and little tendrils
curled on the sides of his face, all of which I cemented in place with
an overly generous amount of the firmest, stickiest hairspray available.
Edith removed the facial and applied a glamorous makeup. At my orders,
Petey took plenty of pictures of every step in the feminine
beautification.
Before we departed I assured the man that his hairdo was shellacked hard
enough to stay in place for a full week at which time he had an
appointment in the salon with me. If he tried anything to displace his
skillful and charming mistress not only would the pictures of his
feminization be sent to his wife but to his business colleagues in
California and New York as well as certain gossip magazines. When we
left, the woman was donning her strap-on.
A week later she brought him in to have his hair done. Once he had his
shampoo and was seated in my chair, I informed him, "You are about to be
permed. If necessary, I can tie you to the seat but no matter, you will
have your hair permed. Your perm will be followed by several other
beauty treatments. Understood?"
He only nodded his head in assent, knowing that any attempt to resist
would be fruitless. I turned to my assistant Lesley. "Honey, bring me
the container of perm rods. I think we will use only the small pink
ones today. They give such a nice tight curl." Lesley smiled knowingly.
To add to the client's embarrassment, I instructed my sissy helper to
commence the set. "Now dear, roll the hair smoothly and tightly to the
scalp, making sure it is properly in place." I patted the first one to
make sure he had done it correctly and smiled approvingly. "Very good,
Lesley. Now do a few more before I take over." My cooperative sissy was
clearly enjoying himself while the client was clearly uncomfortable with
the pretty sissy placing perm rods. I allowed Lesley to wrap ten perm
rods before I took over. Using the smallest rods available took a good
amount of time but I wanted him to endure slow beauty treatments. In an
hour I had nearly one hundred pink rods all over his head in neat rows.
I could tell from the grimaces on his face that the strange sensation of
the dozens of rods tugging on his scalp pained him. And it was not over.
I held the perm solution under his nose to make sure that he had a long
whiff of it before I started applying it to the perm rods. Application
to so many rods took a bit of time as you can imagine. I applied the
solution generously and left it on the maximum allowable time. After
administering the neutralizer and allowing it to work, I removed the
perm rods, rinsed his hair and began to set him, all the while not
allowing him to see how curly the permanent had turned out.
The key, I believe, in training and controlling men is to be found in
the regular and extreme use of curlers. There is nothing more feminine
than head full of rollers and pins, covered by a hairnet. When setting,
styling or perming my clients I make doubly sure that they spend as much
time as possible with their hair up in curlers. When my clients are
having a facial or a massage or steam bath or exercise session, nine
times out of ten, they do so with their hair set. I love looking at
their embarrassed faces as they see themselves in the salon mirrors with
their rollers snugly secured under a pink hairnet neatly tied at the
front with a sweet little bow. Some of them wince when they see a can of
hair spray at my work station. Those darlings always receive a double or
triple dose of it when I comb them out. Several times I have given
clients a permanent followed by a set where I put their wet, permed hair
back on perm rods with plenty of setting lotion and let them bake for an
hour or so under the dryer. Of course I apply plenty of hair spray to
the finished hairdo. They have no way to hide their very curly permed
style. This client received just such a set on small perm rods. I left
him bake under the dryer, on its highest setting, for ninety minutes.
Makeup is another powerful weapon in our arsenal to properly feminize
and control unruly males. We have in the Upstairs Salon a delightful
device which we call the "theater throne." After I have set the
client's hair, I advise him that he is about to receive a special face
treatment. We take him into the booth where the theater throne is set
up. It is a well-padded and extremely comfortable lounge-type chair.
Once he is seated, the beautician locks in place around his neck a tray
which makes his head immobile and tips him backward just enough so she
can work on his face. Two others start giving him his manicure and
pedicure, which keeps him helpless and unable to resist. The first
beautician then places makeup items on the tray. You should see the look
of panic on their faces as they realize they are about to have makeup
applied. The beautician uses as much or as little as the wife or mother
has approved. It is just delightful to see an immobilized darling
receive the works- foundation, powder, rouge, mascara, brow pencil and
lipstick. If the woman has warned us to expect major resistance we
prepare in advance. In the Upstairs Salon clients are girdled while
having beauty treatments. We can use a girdle with side loops so that a
rambunctious client can be held down by straps to his girdle. We can
also place an electric device across the girdle crotch which, when
turned on, provides a mild stimulation to that key area to make him calm
and comfortable while having his makeup applied. After the use of that
device they all excuse themselves to use the restroom. When they see
themselves as beautifully madeup as my sissy assistants, they become so
much more docile and cooperative.
This particular client spent close to two hours being madeup, manicured
and pedicured. I finished his day of beauty by combing out his hair.
With that permanent he will be unable to show his face back home or to
business associates in New York for weeks and weeks. The customer tipped
me extremely generously. In a phone call four weeks later, she informed
that he is totally compliant with all of her sexual demands and promised
to increase her financial support if only she allows his permed hair to
grow out. She agreed but made him agree to routine shampoo and set every
time he returns to new York.
In conclusion, ladies, if you have a problem male, call us. We are glad
to solve your problem.
Remember, every man ought to be beautiful. Once he is, he'll be much
more manageable.
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