Bondage, Transvestism, Hairdressing · Part 2 (2/2)
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y braided, I left momentarily only to return with two 1 inch dowels which were 15 inches in length. Under each extended arm and at the center of the cross rack was bolted a 2×4 going horizontal.
I inserted each dowel in the appropriate hole and then left to get the hooks and chains. When I returned, the blonde braided Susie watched in total stark terror. I grabbed the left braid, gave it a jerk, which caused her to wince and entwined it through the hook which had 10 inches of heavy chain attached to it. This slight weight was enough to force Susie's head to tilt to the left. Seconds later, the right side was hooked. She was ready! I left my spread eaglet captive long enough to get the cone shaped weights which would add 25 lbs. to the already 5 lbs. of chain and hook on each braid.
Upon seeing the weights in my hands, Susie screamed out at the top of her lungs, "Oh no, please no Master… Oh God no…it's going to hurt like hell." Her yelling quickly turned to sobs and tears streamed from her eyes. There was nothing she could say or do to stop the inevitable. Holding a weight in each hand, I approached her closer and watched her tear swollen eyes bulge as I slid the hook at the top of each cone through the chain; first to the left, then to the right. Still holding the weights in my hands, I pierced into Susie's face. Total fear had gripped her which was reflected in her mouth wide open and eyes bulging.
She held her breath and then suddenly, without warning, I let both weights drop from my hands. They fell over twelve inches before stopping. Susie's head lurched forward then back then forward again. Her screams were intense, like nothing I've ever heard before. With her head hanging down, I left the chamber. Her screaming and crying out was more than I could handle. It was now quiet in my bedroom as I scoured through several hairdressing manuels addressing the subject of Permanent Waving. I read and studied the detailed drawings for several hours and finally decided Susie's fate. Before retiring, I went out into the chamber and observed my soon-to-become slave.
Her cries and screaming had subdued to constant sobbing. She had apparently gotten used to the fifty pounds of weight holding her head down. I removed the cone shaped weights and sat them on the floor. With her head still slumped forward, I braided the back section of Susie's hair. When this pleasurable task was done, I attached a hook through it which had over fifteen inches of nylon rope at the end. The rope then was placed through an O ring mounted in the wall behind the cross rack. As I pulled the rope, Susie's head slowly rose upward. I then secured the rope. Her eyes were swollen and shut from the unbelievable pain which she had just endured for the past several hours.
Breaking and moving the smelling salts under her nose quickly revived my captive braided slave. I held it under her nose for some time, making sure she was totally conscious and awake. Licking her dry lips, Susie tried to speak but nothing came forward. She tried and tried but not a word was heard. As I reached down and grabbed the weights again, she cried, "Oh n…no…n…no more…oh p…please… M… Master its p…pulling my h…hair out… I c…can't take it again…it h…hurts so m…much…oh God, does it hurt!! With her head held erect, her blonde braids on the outside of the dowels hanging downward, I again put the cone weight through the chain and dropped them together.
Susie's scream continued with the moment the weights were dropped. The braid at her back kept her head from linching forward. Now she was feeling the pain to her entire scalp. Her incessant wailing continued until I closed the door to the bedroom. Upon awakening at 9 a.m., I had breakfast and began dressing up for the second day of training. Today, I was to become Susie Silkworth's personal hairdresser. After putting on my orchid colored pants and black high heels (4 inch spikes), I strapped a heavily padded bra on and covered it with a tight fitting floral sweater.
I then sat down in front of my make-up area and for over thirty minutes carefully applied false eyelashes, mascara, a hint of rouge to my cheeks and finally a flame red lip gloss. Lastly, I went to my wardrobe and choose a light auburn style. This was coifed like an Egyptian Sphins; it fanned out in a mass of heavy curls at the side and back. It had full bangs which fell over my forehead, almost into my eyes. I fluffed the sides and back with a pick and arranged my bangs. Then I looked into the mirror for approval. Damn if I didn't look like a sexy woman, even for a transvestite! The expression on Susie's face was incredible as I entered the chamber and sauntered over and stood before her.
She was obviously still in a great deal of pain, but my entrance caused her to query the person who stood before and looked into her eyes. When I finally spoke, she recognized the voice and her expression was of pure shock and disbelief! She continued starring at my attire and make-up as I extended my hands toward the cone weights and removed them simultaneously. A sigh of relief over came her as her lungs filled with air and she began breathing normal again. I reached behind and removed the rope and hook which was attached to the braid at Susie's back. The moment I took the hook from the braid, her head slumped forward. She apparently had passed out from the excruciating pain.
The terrific pain she had endured surely drained any reserves of strength or stamina. When I bent down and removed the leather ankle restraints which spread Susie's legs outward, each leg automatically fell below her suspended torso. She had no strength left. After her wrists were removed, she fell forward into my arms. I then carried her over and plopped her into the barber's chair. With her head of three braids hanging off the back of the chair, I quickly secured her ankles and wrists. By now, my slave-to-be had endured over 24 hours of non stop hair torture and torment. She was beginning to break from the pain and fatigue.
In time, I pondered, in time, this prize beauties psyche will break and she'll be mine. Bringing the stool behind her and sitting down, I slowly unbraided her golden locks. When all three were done, I instinctively started to brush out the braids and gather all her hair together. After some time of brushing her beautiful golden hair, I felt her head move. She was now ready! As I stood up from the stool and turned the chair around, Susie's eyes met mine and in a trembling voice said, "Oh please Master…cut off all my hair… I know that's what you want to do to me…please I beg you… I can't take the pain anymore…it's too much…
I've never felt pain like that before…oh, I beg you Master…cut my hair off…cut it all off!!" Without saying a word, I lifted her weakened head and gathered her golden tresses and put them into the shampoo bowl. When the warm water hit her head, Susie's eyes closed. Slowly, I worked the shampoo into her locks. God, did it feel good running my fingers through her silky shampooed mane. For the second washing, I scrubbed harder with my fingernails causing Susie's body to twitch and squirm in her bonds. She tried ever so hard to speak, emitting only short gasps of air. Finally she cried out, "S…stop, oh p…please stop…that's killing me…it hurts so much…my head is so t…tender.
When her hair was "squeaky clean," I raised her up and turned the chair facing the mirror. Beginning at her nape, I carefully began combing out the long, wet and matted hair with a wide tooth comb. In ten minutes, the now darkened blonde mane hung dripping wet awaiting its final fate. To test how well Susie's will had deteriorated, I pulled from the drawer a very small blue permanent wave rod and held it to her face and in a demanding voice asked, "what is this for, slave?… What would you like your hairdresser to do with it?" Her mouth went agape as her eyes focussed on the perm rod in disbelief.
She then began stammering and stuttering and finally saying, "A p…perm…permanent wave r…rod…oh, I I d…don't believe it…oh God…this c…can't be h…happening to m…m…me…y…you're…n…not going to p…perm me, are you Master? Oh n…no Master…please…d…don't p…perm me… Oh God…no, I b…b…beg you." "Shut the fuck up cunt," I yelled, while grabbing a handful of wet hair and giving it a stern jerk. "Have you forgotten, you are my fucking slave and I will do anything I want to you?
As I begin winding your hair bitch, you better not move your fucking head is that clear cunt, is it??" Susie immediately nodded her head and as her eyes met mine in the mirror said, "Oh yes Master, yes, it's clear… I will be very still for you while you p…p…perm my h…h…hair but, I'm so sc…scared and ner…ner…nervous." Standing behind my very frightened blonde beauty, I began sectioning the wet sun streaked hair. When I was through, there were six awaiting sections to be permed. Beginning at Susie's right nape area I wound a small blue rod toward her scalp at the end, gave it a hard twist causing my bound captive to submit a whimper.
"Oh-h that smarty Master", was her squeamish reply. I wound two more of the same rods and secured them just above the first. The fourth rod was wound downward and it rested on the third curler. I then went to the cabinet and brought back two fourteen inch knitting needles and with a surgeon's precision, placed each through the rubber band of the fourth rod and forced the end between the second and third rod. Susie winced as each needle penetrated through the rollers and slightly gouged her already tender scalp. The fifth and subsequent rods in this section were wound in a downward motion and placed upon each other.
The rubber band on each rod was brought over the two needles which projected outward at a 65 degree angle. The method I was using is called 'stack perming'. When completed, it will create a mass of voluminous curls; tight at the nape and billowing outward. With the back right section completed, I admired my skill and counted 25 rods, all angling outward. All Susie could see and feel at this stage were the two needles sticking upward at the back of her head. She had no idea she was being stacked!! Continuing on the right side, I deftly wound another 25 small blue rods in the very same manner as before. Then lastly I completed the area above her ear which needed only 15 rods.
As I turned the chair to the left to begin the remaining three sections, Susie gasped at the reflection in the mirror. What she saw was 65 blue permanent wave rods angling outward and upward from her head, held fast and in place by the knitting needles. She had that look of total disbelief and I expected her to say something but no words came forth; only silence and awe gripped her expression. Beginning at the back left section, I wound two rods tightly to Susie's scalp. The third rod stopped perpendicular tot he second. It was here that I again drove the knitting needles through that rods rubber bands and into my trembling patron's scalp.
Feeling the needles penetrate her head again caused Susie to whimper a painful groan. Taking a one half inch section and winding downward, I stopped just below the needles and fastened the rubber bands around them; thus the rod held suspended above the two nylon objects. It took almost twenty minutes to completely wind 23 more rods which suspended outward at a 90 degree angle from slave Susie's head. I did the same to the fifth section which took another 25 rods. Above her left ear, I wound two rods close to her scalp and then, as before, completed this section with thirteen additional curlers, netting fifteen.
Before allowing Susie the opportunity to see the new transformation, I turned her so her head faced the mirror and she looked out into the torture chamber. I stepped back to admire my hairdressing skills. The right side had six needles angling upward containing 65 blue perm rods while the left side had the same number but were protruding outward at a 90 degree angle. There was a total of 130 rods used, a number I've never used before and I was ecstatic! Finally, I slowly turned the chair around so my blonde captive would see what had taken over one hour to complete.
Her eyes bulged and her mouth opened wide at the reflection in the mirror of her once flowing wavy tresses now were bound in so many permanent wave rods awaiting their torment. Not believing her eyes, she blurted out in a frightened tone, "wh…what have you d…done to my h…hair? It looks so unnatural with those things sticking out from my head. It's so h…heavy…oh, m…my hair…wh…what's it c…called…wh…what's it going to d…do…oh, Master… I'm s sc…sc…scared…p…please tell me this isn't h…h…happening to me…oh my beautiful h…hair! Oh God, I'll d…don't p…perm me!!" Hearing her pleading and begging only got me more excited!
I quickly went to the cabinet and produced three permanent wave kits. Seeing the Olgivie perm boxes was one thing, but when I opened each one and brought the small bottle containing the perm solution and passed it under Susie's nose, there was no denying it now; Susie Silkworth, at age 24, young and beautiful with an absolutely georgeous mane measuring over 20" of sun streaked virgin hair was only minutes away from her very FIRST permanent wave!! Her breathing quickly hastened as I draped two towels over her bare shoulders and neck. Her eyes darted from side to side then became fixed as I snipped the bottles. It was about to happen!
With precision, I began dousing each rod at Susie's right side. Her nose wrinkled as the fumes from the permanent wave solution penetrated her nostrils. She starring into the mirror, as if hypnotized, while I moved from section to section squirting the dastacilly solution over her capitally held rods. When all three bottles were dispensed on Susie's hair, I brought a very large plastic bag behind her and covered the protruding 130 rods; being ever so careful not to disturb the needles. I then brought over an old salon type hair dryer and slowly lowered it over her head.
Seeing the dryer cover her headful of perm rods, smelling the wave solution and not being able to convince her captor otherwise, Susie closed her eyes in hopes that what was happening was just a dream. She had finally succumbed and was mine!! Lastly, I set the timer for 18 minutes and then retired to the kitchen for a well deserved drink. As I watched from the window, Susie's eyes were still closed and she clutched the arm raster with clenched hands. I had just finished my second scotch when I heard the buzzer sound off. After raising and moving the dryer out of the way, I ever so carefully removed the plastic bag over her head.
Slowly removing the rubber band, I unwound one rod to check for the desired curl pattern. To my joy and adulation, the perm had taken as a very, very tight S formation appeared before my ecstatic eyes. I quickly spun Susie around and lowered her head and all 130 perm rods into the basin. Next, I rinsed the entire head of dark blonde hair wound on blue rods for over ten minutes. Satisfied, I raised her up again, facing away from the mirror. The final stage of neutralizing was about to begin. This process sets the wave and makes it PERMANENT!!
As I satuated each curl with this very pleasantly fragrance solution, Susie's eyes were still tightly shut and her hands continued their strong hold on the chair. After the alleviated time, I re-lowered her head of blonde rods and thoroughly rinsed them for over fifteen minutes. When finished, I raised Susie back up and blotted each and every rod with a towel to remove any excess mositure. With her back still facing the mirror, I began the archious task of delicately removing each rod; being ever so careful not to stretch her long hair. The back now done, I moved in front to face my stunned captive.
She finally opened her eyes and in a sheepisly quivering voice asked, "wh…what's h…happened to my h…h…hair?" In a calm reply, I said, "You'll see soon enough my dear. Now, I'm going to release your right wrist and you'll know what to do, I'm sure." With that, I lowered my orchid colored pants and my throbing cock lurched forward. Without hesitation, Susie's fingers reached for and encompassed my enlarged organ and began stroking it ever so gracefully. Tilting her head, I began removing more perm rods while Susie continued sliding her hand up and gently fingering my outstretched organ. God did it feel good!!
At long last, all 130 rods were free and as I had expected, the results were absolutely sensational. The left side of Susie's head had a voluminous mass of curls beginning just above her ear and extending outward. It was this side that had been permed with the needles angled perpendiular from her head. All of her hair, most of which was permed at the end, created a starburst of tiny curls and was supported by the tight curls close to her head. The right side was even more magnificent as it burst into ringlets at her nape and continued up and above her head. This side had the needles angled at 60 degrees.
Susie looked up and caught the expression of how pleased and excited I was at the results. She could feel in her hand my cock swelling to unbelievable proportions as I deftly touched ever so gently the freshly permed blonde curls. My heart began throbbing at a rapid rate a I slid my sensative fingers through the cool and soft wetness of newly formed waves and curls. Relishing in the enjoyment and total satisfaction of touching my new creation, I held back time after time from permatively ejaculating. God, did Susie's hair feel fine and how I loved touching and finger combing her blonde tresses!! Instinctively, I began lunging my cock into Susie's hand.
The stroking of her fresh curls made me mad with excitement. Oh how I wanted this feeling in my fingers to continue forever!! Then, without warning, I lurched up and forward on my toes, grabbed as much of her hair as my hands could find and shot a stream of cum all over my bound patron. After splashing her, Susie's hand slowly and carefully fondled my prick, milking the remaining cum which squired on her leg. Upon opening my eyes, I released my grip on her hair and looked down at my tethered blonde beauty. As our eyes met, she smiled and said, "Was I good Master?" "You were better than good, "I replied, "simply fantastic!" She continued smiling at me while massaging my organ.
The look on her face and in her eyes was that of wanting to be fucked. "Later," I softly said, "we'll do it after your coiffuer is finished." After reaching down and taking my cock from her dripping hand, I re-wrapped her wrist to the chair and went to get the heat lamps. Standing behind the chair, I adjusted the eight lamps from her head and then turned the switch on full power. It would take over forty-five minutes to process and dry Susie's hair since she had alot of it, it was long and the curls and waves were so very tight. Satisfied that there was nothing more to do, I went into the kitchen and after awhile returned with a tray of crackers, cheese and two glasses of wine.
Bringing up a chair, I sat down in front of Susie and fed her for the first time in two days. She almost choked trying to swallow the crackers so I quickly held the glass of wine to her sensual lips and she gulped the liquid frantically. I continued feeding my slave until all the food from the tray was gone. This spare amount of nourishment seemed to give Susie a lift as she said, "Oh Master, please tell me how my hair looks… I'm so anxious to see my new coif!…is it as curly and beautiful as your auburn coiffuer Master?… Oh, I can't wait to see it and feel it… I've never had curls before… How much longer under these lamps before I'm done…
Oh Master, I'm so anxious to see my hair!!!" ATTENTION:
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Bondage, Transvestism, Hairdressing · Part 2 (2/2)
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