Bondage, Transvestism, Hairdressing · Part 1 (1/2)
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Her long flowing, sunkissed and shiny tresses fell in loose cascading waves just below her firm breasts. While standing erect, her body began to tremble for she could see nothing but a light shining ever so bright in her eyes. Her arms had been tied together behind her back in a very tight and severe manner. causing her lips and face to occasionally wince from the pain. Why was she here? Who was it that brought her here? What, GOD forbid, was to happen to her? These terrifying thoughts and many others began racing through her mind and she quickly became nervous and scared. Then, out of the blue, she remembered and began putting the pieces together.
Two nights ago, Susie Silkworth, a radiologists' assistant and former model, had been working late at the community hospital. She had been abducted by a man wearing a ski mask and forced into his car. A few blocks away, he had made her tie her ankles while he gagged her mouth and secured her arms. He then forced her into the back eat in a kneeling position so she could not see where she was being taken. Three hours later, the car stopped and Susie was blindfolded before being taken from the car. She was then swung over the mans shoulder and carried a short distance and finally lowered to a carpeted flooring.
Susie laid on the floor for what seemed hours before she felt her hair being tugged upon and raised upward. At that moment the bonds on her arms were removed and as she felt the buttons on her blouse being removed she cried out, "No…stop…p…please don't rape me!" My voice was harsh and to the point, "Shut the fuck up bitch… I've got other things on my mind and rape is not one of them, at least not now!" Susie stood still in total silence and allowed me to remove her pink blouse and bra thus exposing her two fabulously formed breasts. Before she had time to react, I quickly pulled her arms behind her back and tightly secured them once again.
All that remained on Susie's georgous figure was her white skirt, which when unbuttoned and unzipped fell to her ankles. As I reached and lightly touched her pink panties, Susie's crackled voice uttered, "w…what are you g…going to do to m…me now?" Without responding, I carefully lowered her silk panties just below her private mound and was amazed at how beautifully shaped her pussy was. Susie was, without a doubt, a natural blonde as the hair protecting her most sensitive organ was dark honey in color. Most young women, especially fair-haired ones, have a sparse amount of pubic hair surrounding their pussy.
Nothing would be farther from the truth as I gazed at Susie's fully grown and massive bush!! It was huge to say the least! After removing the rope from her ankles and lifting out her skirt and panties, I re-secured the bonds again. I then walked around Susie and slowly removed the blindfold telling her in an authoritative tone, "when I say so bitch, you turn around real slow, got it??" Without provocation, she nodded her head. I then went back to my chair and readied the light so I could better admire my prize captive. "Ok bitch, start turning around," I barked. Slowly, Susie began moving her feet and soon faced the bright light.
As I had envisioned in my mind on countless occasions, Susie Silkworth was indeed an absolute beauty! To say she was stunning or georgeous or beautiful wasn't enough. She was more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen in my life! To fully enjoy the total beauty of this voluptuous woman, I first studied her legs which were beautifully formed; not too thin, just right. My eyes then moved upward and again became mesmerized by the thick curly blonde hair between her legs. What a magnificent bush I thought while being hypnotized by its size and color. After revelling and admiring Susie's soft honey colored pussy, my eyes focused upon her superbly formed breasts.
They were full and protruded outward. Her nipples were light in color and appeared to be soft. At long last my eyes looked into Susie's face. She had a most beautiful and flawless complexion, with the exception of a small beauty mark on her left cheek. Her high cheek bones gave her a look of aristocracy, despite the fact that her full succulent lips were trembling ever so slowly. Susie's pale blue eyes were fully constricted due to the bright light shinning in them. I could see them dart from side to side searching out her captor. Finally, after admiring her model like features, my eyes feasted upon her very lovely hair.
For it was Susie's trusser, first and foremost that initially attracted me to her eight months ago. Susie's golden mane was breath taking to say the least! Even a NON-HAIR FETISHIST would be moved to excitement over her lush and silky crowning glory. She wore it in a simple yet very elegant coif; parted in the middle and falling in ever so casually sensuous and sexy waves which framed her beautiful face and ended well past her shoulders. At both temples, the sun streaked hair had been precision cut so that three inch waves blossomed and framed her forehead and sides. The pale and dark blonde hair, caused by the sun, accentuated the waves ever so artistically.
Susie was absolutely stunning and her georgeous blonde hair made her ever so beautiful! Now, this prize beauty of sensuous proportions and magnificent hair was mine to train and tame. When finished, Susie would become a totally subservient and sexual slave to my every whim-especially HAIR!! To begin her training, I got up from my chair and approached my captive from behind and barked the command, "Get on your fucking knees bitch…now!" Hearing the words and the hateful tone of my voice, Susie immediately bent her knees and dropped herself on the carpeted floor.
With hair brush in hand, I came around front and using my free hand I forced her head downward saying, "Don't move your head or it will be more painful…and by the way slave, when I give you a command your ONLY response is 'Yes, Master', you got that bitch?" Susie's response was very weak so I instinctively grabbed a handful of blonde silk and giving it a good jerk sarcastically said, "I can't hear you slave…speak up cunt!" This time her voice was much higher in volume and had a quivering sound as she replied, "Y… Yes, Master…
I u…understand." Taking my time to enjoy this pleasure, I brought over a stool and put it in front of Susie's head and slowly brushed the hair from her nape toward me. As the nylon bristles were forced into the disarray of blonde silky tresses, my free hand followed behind allowing my sensitive fingers the joy of feeling the smooth corn silk texture of her fine sun streaked mane. After fifteen minutes or more of unbelievable exhilaration from brushing and stroking Susie's sensational hair, my cock swelled to a size I've never seen before. Quickly, I stood up and dropped my pants and jockey shorts and sat back down on the stool.
Birching forward and back I immediately grabbed a handful of her hair and began caressing my erect organ. God did it feel good as I slowly moved the soft silky hair over my ever so sensitive cock. Then with both hands, I grabbed her hair and put it all between my legs legs and began humping her mane. It felt just like sliding in and out of a wet pussy. With my continuous moaning and groaning in sheer ecstasy, not to mention the jerking and tugging to her hair, Susie had to know what I was doing but never said a word. I continued thrusting my huge swollen tool into Susie's soft silky mane. Every so often I slowed down and squeezed her hair around my stiff organ. Oh God it was wonderful!
Oh how I wanted this feeling to continue forever. Then before I could control the inevitable, it happened! I felt the rush and feverishly humped the blonde hair and within seconds, shot a monumental load of cum into Susie's crowning glory. Moaning a sigh of contentment, I carefully milked the remaining substance over her head and watched as my once huge cock began withdrawing in my hand. Satisfied that I was through, I picked up the hair brush and began unravelling the matted and wet hair. As the brushes teeth found the warm glob of cum, it spread it throughout Susie's sun streaked tresses. When all of her hair had been brushed out, I divided her mane into three sections.
I then began braiding slave Susie's hair paralled to her back. The first and second crossover sections were brought down tight at her crown. The third section was overlapped thus creating the first braid. I purposely pulled it tight which caused Susie to whimper and moan. Within ten minutes, my captives once flowing mane of golden tresses had been transformed to a single braid at her crown. I secured the end with a specially designed band which won't cause any breakage of her hair to occur. Then, leaving Susie on her knees, I walked over to a wall and brought back a rope with a J shaped hook attached. Bending over, I carefully entwined the last four inches of braided hair through the hook.
Returning to the wall, I pulled up the slack in the rope which caused Susie's braid to rise upward. "Up bitch," I barked. "Stand up now!!" As she tried to get to her feet, I pulled on the rope thus raising Susie by her braid. She shrieked out in pain as her hair was pulling at her scalp. All of her body weight was being supported by her braid as she finally rose to her feet. After I secured the rope against the wall, I returned to face my terrified captive. She was standing erect and her virtual braid held her in place. "I'll be back for you later slave.
In the meantime, you can begin thinking of ways you can serve me…your Master." Four hours later I returned and found Susie just as I left her, standing ever so erect. As I came forward, I noticed her legs were trembling from the strain. I looked into her glassy eyes and said "when I finish with you bitch, you will be totally subservient to my every wish. Now tell me slave, what have you to say?" In a shaking voice, Susie uttered, "You'll n…never get me to that p…point… I'll withstand any…anything you do…you c…can't make me change my will, no n…never, I'll n…never give in to you.
Hearing her defiant words, I ran back to the wall and untied the rope and gave a hard jerk causing Susie to yell out in pain as the braid yank her upward. I lowered it just to where her toes touched the floor and retied the rope. She began screaming and yelling, "Oh p…please, I d…didn't mean that, please let me d…down… I'll d…do anything you ask, oh my h…hair, it hurts so much…oh p…please let me down…my scalp is b…burning from the p…pain, oh my hair m…my beautiful hair… I c…can't take it anymore… Oh God please let me down!!" "Too fucking late bitch," I grumbled back into her face. "You'll learn that I am the Master and you are the slave.
"Susie's eyes enlarged and her mouth fell open. She became terrified when I finally said, "It's just as well you start your HAIR torture NOW!! She continued her wailing and begging as I left the room in search of my favorite "Toys" for bondage and discipline. Two hours later I returned. Much to my surprise, Susie had adjusted to the enormous pain inflicted to her scalp by being "hung by her hair." She stood ever so still on her toes and watched me as I walked again to the wall. "Oh God, no, no more… I beg of you… I can't take it any longer…my heads on fire from the pain…oh please, have mercy on me…
I'll do anything, anything you want…only, I beg you…don't hang me again," she cried out in desperation. Holding the rope taunt, I raised it upward one inch. To Susie's surprise she rose up on her tippy toes and screamed out again, "Oh no, no more, oh God it hurts so, please let me down." In minutes, my blonde captives legs were trembling and she lost her balance. She began swaying to and fro, searching frantically with her toes for the floor which would ease the immense pain to her scalp. She then started lurching and twitching as the pain became unbearable.
Soon her cries and sobs turned to wails of screams as she yelled out, "Oh p…please Master, let m…me down, I j…just can't…take this any…anymore, oh my h…hair, it's p…pulling so hard and it h…hurts so much, p…please, I b…beg you, oh please h…help me!!" To my dismay and to Susie's delight, her toes finally found the carpeted floor and she quickly adjusted by stretching her toes to alleviate the incessant pair to her scalp. Before this initial training had begun, I had mounted my VCR on a tripod to capture all the events which Susie Silkworth would endure. Also, the single spot light aimed at her was the only light and it shined directly on her dangling torso.
As I walked toward the camera, my bound and hair hung captive didn't dare move her head for fear of loosing her balance again. I checked the tape and had over an hour of playing time left. I then sauntered toward the wall opposite where the rope had been tied off and turned on the overhead lights thus illuminating the entire dungeon. This very unusual structure had been built underground during the 1950's as a bomb shelter. The man room was 20 x 40. It had a private bathroom, kitchen and bedroom with a king size bed. The main room made the perfect "play-room", primarily because it was totally soundproof!
It would be in this room where slave Susie would be tortured and tormented by her hair and finally succumbing to be my lifelong slave. The moment the overhead florescent lights were on I looked at Susie for an expression. She didn't let me down as her mouth went agape and I heard a rush of air enter her swollen lips. Her tear swollen eyes enlarged in disbelief at the surroundings. Then, total fear encompassed her face for she knew what was to happen and couldn't believe it!! Directly across from where Susie was tiptoing was a cross rack which had leather restraints for wrists and ankles. It was built twelve inches from the wall and made of heavy 4×4 lumber.
Next to the cross ties was a long narrow table, measuring a mere 16 inches. At one end there was leather shackles and at the other, a round drum measuring twelve inches in diameter. This was the "Rack" in which to stretch a captive and break her will. Susie then strained her eyes to her right and saw the following; an old fashioned barber chair equipped with leather restraints for wrists, arms, shoulders and legs. In front of the chair was a large rectangular mirror. Between the mirror and the antique chair was a shampoo basin. On either side of the basin were cabinets which had all sorts of paraphernalia of a hairdresser's profession.
Susie viewed this with apprehension as her eye brows flinched a time or two. Seeing enough of that, my hung captive strained her eyes to the left and was startled at what her swollen blue eyes saw. There were many chains and ropes dangling downward. Some were fixed while others had been looped through pully's at the top of the eight foot ceilings. It was on this side of the room where I had gone to hang Susie by her hair. After viewing what was to be her fate, Susie's eyes caught mine and in a scared, quivering and apprehensive voice asked, "Oh please Master, I'll do anything you ask, only not…" Her voice trailed off. Then it picked up again after several hard swallows.
"I b…beg you Master, spare me of all th…this, oh God why m…me? What do you want of m…me? W…why are you doing this to m…me? Oh God… I d…don't believe this is h…happening!!" With that last quivering remark, Susie lost her balance again. She began jerking uncontrollably and with every unconscious jolt, a sharp pang of pain raced through to her scalp. The scorching pain was unbearable as she submitted scream after death defying scream as her blonde hair held her off the floor!! I left my voluptuous and sensual slave to retire to the bedroom for a nap. In time, she would regain her balance and then again maybe she wouldn't I thought.
In six hours, I returned and as I had expected, my flaxen haired beauty was again standing erect on her tip toes. As I entered the chamber and approached her, Susie tried to speak but only gasping air slithered over her lips. She continued and failing with each attempt finally rolled her eyes back and quit. She had obviously had enough and this was only stage one. Releasing the rope which had kept Susie upright, she fell to the floor in an unconscious manner. I removed the hook from her golden braid and carefully unwrapped each section. Finally, her mane was set free. I then dragged my duped victim to the cross rack and leaned her up against it.
Carefully, I removed the bonds holding her arms behind her back and placed them, one wrist at a time in the leather cuffs. Lastly, I untied her ankles and placed each one in the appropriate slot thus spreadeagling my blonde captive. Again, I was drawn to the enormous mass of honey blonde curls between Susie's spread legs. As I stroked the softness of her mound, Susie's body began moving forward and back ever so slowly. I wondered if she knew what was happening o if my caressing caused her to respond in such a sensual manner. All the while I was fondling with her pussy, Susie's head remained slumped forward. Her wavy hair fell downward past her breasts and ended below her waist.
Not wanting to fuck her in this current state, I left the room and went to the kitchen for dinner. It would be more meaningful and sensual when she would feel my huge prick between her legs. Three hours elapsed before I returned and found Susie very much awake and aware of her situation. As soon as I came into the chamber, she spoke out, "Ok Master…you're the boss…whatever you want, I'll do it, only please let me down so I can show you, please…please let me down." I nodded my head with approval saying, "Ok bitch, what are you saying? What would you do for me?
Tell me more you worthless cunt!!" Susie responded instinctively, "Oh Master, I will serve you, wait on you, anything you want… I'll suck your big cock, you name it and slave Susie will please you…only please Master, let me down, I beg you my Master." To which I responded, "that doesn't sound sincere enough slave. I think you need more training. When I'm through, you'll know it." Walking over to the table near the barber chair, I retrieved the hair brush and returned facing Susie. As I began brushing her glorious mane, she began talking uncontrollably, "You can do anything you want to me but please Master…spare my hair. Don't hang me again. It hurts so much.
My tresses are my crowning glory and I do LOVE MY HAIR. It's how I got my start as a model. Without my georgous hair, I wouldn't have been able to do all those commercials…you know the ones for Fabergi shampoo, Wella conditioner and Ogilvie perms. Only I've never had a perm, ever… I'm scared it would ruin the soft silky texture of my hair…only, I'm terrified at the thought…all those tiny curlers in my head…oh, how heavy and tight they would be, not to mention how unflattering and unfeminine… I get nervous just thinking and talking about perms…
So, please Master, I beg you, I'll do anything for you, but please spare my hair!!" Without letting me get a word out, Susie continued in a scared mumbling tone about her hair. "Oh God, I d…don't know what I'd do if anything happened to my hair… Yea, I know I've got a sensational body and how I love to tease guys with my moves, but when I shake my head and feel all those tousled curls and waves move…oh how sexy and feminine I feel… I just know it's got to turn them on. Oh Master… Master, I can't beg you enough…please spare my hair!!" I had no idea how much Susie loved her hair. If she only knew what I had in store for her and her magnificent mane!
Finally finishing the brushing of the right side of her most beautiful hair, I divided three sections on this side and began the braiding process again. This time, I braided her hair down past her left breast. When finished, it measured a full 16 inches long. I quickly did the left side the same as the right. The back section of her golden tresses escaped the braiding ordeal and was allowed to hang down my captives back. With both sides tightl
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