Archive-name: Bondage/hairdres.txt Archive-author: Bon-Vue Enterprises Archive-title: Bondage, Transvestism, Hairdressing c 1986 & 1993 Bon-Vue Enterprises, Inc. All Rights Reserved 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 4x4 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 tightly 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 2x4 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: This story is the exclusive property of Bon-Vue Enterprise, Inc. it is placed here and may be freely downloaded as long as this notice and the story remain unchanged. Any changes. additions, deletions, etc., are a violation of the copyright holders' rights and will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. For the very best in bondage and discipline files, conversation, etc., contact: HEDONISM BBS. (310) 631-7697 (2400 BAUD) (310) 631-6624 (9600 BAUD) FREE LINE AVAILABLE FOR FEMALES!. c 1986 & 1993 Bon-Vue Enterprises, Inc. All Rights Reserved --