The Hair Slave by Domme Stylist

"My name is Ami. I was a small town girl but went off too college to train to be a physicians assistant. I lived a ordinary, carefree life actually I was a bit wild, dating a lot of guys, clubbing as much as possible. I used my looks to get guys but looking back I see my life was really empty and mindless. No one really cared what I thought or said that is until I met Master Jon. He found me and took me in. He later told me I had potential but I was wasting my life. He guided me to a better way, helped me grow up and gave me a new life.... It all began three years ago. This is my story..."  

Ami had been with Master Jon for several months and she adored him. He was Italian, tanned skin, dark hair piercing blue eyes and an accent that made her melt. She was young and inexperienced but he had worked hard training her, molding her into a wonderfully submissive girl. They lived together so he could focus on her training and bring out the submissive he knew she could be. She was in her late twenties, a very free and open type of girl. She was petite and trim with almost C cup size breasts, deep emerald green eyes and long, as in down to her lower back long, thick and vibrant red hair. It was her crowning glory she always thought to herself. She took great care with her hair and she obviously took care of her body. She loved the attention she got from the guys. It was her red hair that caught his attention that day he saw her as she sat outside the small sidewalk cafe sipping her mocha latte. He did something he had never done before, he stopped to talk to her. As soon as he met her he knew he had to have her, own her and her hair. Her hair practically sparkled in the sunlight from the natural copper highlights. They quickly began dating and within 2 weeks she was moving in with him and he began introducing her to the BDSM lifestyle. She did not know then but he had a hair fetish and it was because of her hair that he chosen her.

His Ami girl he adored her especially her hair but she resisted his requests to cut or change her hair. He found this frustrating but he decided to give her time and training. He could take it sure but he wanted her true submission along with her hair. Then his Ami got a job working in a medical clinic as a physicians assistant. He did not approve of the way she dressed for work. Under her lab coat she wore fairly sexy low cut tops, tight pants, heels and her red hair down or in a simple ponytail. Finally, one evening as they ate dinner together he broached the subject of her dress and hair.

He set his glass of wine down and glanced at her... "Girl, I am concerned about your appearance." Her fork froze above her plate as she looked at him with a shocked look. "Is something wrong with my appearance Master?" She picked up a spoon and tried to see her reflection. He tried to hide an amused smile.. He gently pushed her hand with the spoon down. "No girl you look fine but its your appearance at work that concerns me...." he said as he looked at her his tone deep, serious yet calm. She had let go of her spoon and tilted her head looking confused at him "What do you mean Master?"

There it was she had opened the door...  and he was ready to walk in. He took a bite of his grilled salmon then looked at her very seriously. "Well girl, you have a job, an important job as a medical professional but to be honest you do not dress or look professional for your job. Frankly, I am amazed no one has said anything to you about this."

She lowered her head a moment. It bothered her she had displeased him. Then she looked at him. "I am sorry Master, I had no idea I was doing anything wrong. N-no one said anything to me. Please Master, what do I need to do to look more professional? Will you help me, Master?"

He smiled and reached out and took her hand giving it a comforting squeeze. "Of course I will my pet. Tomorrow I will take you to a hair salon and get your hair cut and permed and we will dye your hair a more professional color. Then we will get you some modest clothes..... longer skirts, larger tops...."

Her eyes widened and she pulled her hand away as she recoiled in horror. "Oh please nooo Master please I cant do that to my hair! I will look old! The hair again your always wanting to cut my hair why??? You love my hair you brush it almost every night and play with it. I love my hair the way it is!"

He looked at her, he had expected this reaction. He laid his napkin onto the table and stood up slowly. He turned his back to her and walked over to the window to stare out. She watched him and was suddenly afraid...

"Ami girl you have been with me all these months and served and submitted to me yet you still refuse to fully submit to me. You still refuse to give me the one thing I want and need..."

"What is that Master?"

There was a pause then he turned and looked at her. His steely blue eyes looked into her emerald eyes. "Your total and complete submission. That includes ownership of your hair." The room was silent. Her jaw dropped and her hand reached up to protectively stroke her hair... "My hair Master? Really?? but why my hair? It's just hair...?"

He sighed "It's just hair?" and yet you will not give me control of it. No my dear Ami its not "just hair" its a sign of your lack of submission to me." He turned and walked to the doorway which was slightly behind his chair. There he paused with his back to her, "Ami I want you, all of you but if you can't give me your hair then... well then you have 1 week to find a new place to live."

She gasped in shock and stood up "Master plea..." He held up his hand to silence her. She hushed and tears fell as he left the room. He heard her sobbing as he went to his office. About 2 hours later the door to his office opened he was sitting on the sofa nursing a brandy when she walked in wearing a fluffy white robe and her hair down cascading down her back and over her shoulders the high lights in her hair seemed to dance in the firelight. She stood in front of him and took off her robe, laid it on the floor and knelt beside it. She was nude her knees were apart and her back was arched. She reached into the robe pocket and pulled out some scissors she used to trim her hair. "Master?" He finally turned and looked at her. She lifted the scissors "My hair is yours Master..." She begin cutting her hair as he watched. Not too short but enough to show him she was serious. His cock immediately hardened as he watched her snip away at her hair. She saw the hint of a smile on his face so she set the scissors down and she picked up the cut tresses of her severed hair she moved to his feet and held up the hair in her hands. He put his hand out and she filled it with her red strands. "Please, Master, please accept my hair... it is yours Master!" she said softly. His hand closed tightly gripping her cut strands then he stood. He reached down with his other hand like a striking snake he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. She cried out in pain and surprise. "Are you sure girl?" He asked her with a snarl. He yanked her head back so she could see his face as his hand tightened into a fist gripping her hair painfully "because once I accept, your hair will be mine and I will never give it back. I will do what I want when I want with your hair and you will no longer have any say or control over this hair." He hissed. She trembled and shook with fear, his fist gripped even tighter and twisted her hair painfully. "Yes Master yes I am sure!" she replied after a tense few moments.

He smiled and released his grip then he gently stroked her hair as he kissed her deeply. "Your hair is mine now he whispered to her. Now go to bed and we will get your hair fixed tomorrow." Then he gripped her chin and girl do not ever cut this hair without my permission again!" "Yes Master" she whispered feeling scared again as she had never heard such a stern warning from him before. He smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good girl now go to bed tomorrow is going to be a long day." "Yes Master" she said as she wondered what he meant by that but she left and went to bed. 
 
The next day the car pulled into the parking lot of a small hair salon. He got out and went around to open her car door. She wore a simple top and a short skirt with 6 inch heels and her tummy was all in knots he had told her her hair would be cut to fix the damage she did and permed to give her a more professional look. He gripped her arm gently as he led her to the door. His cock had been hard all morning and he was almost giddy with excitement. They stepped in and he could smell the sweet smell of victory and for him the smell of victory smelled like a mixture of perm solution, bleach and the sickly sweet smell of hairspray. She stumbled back a little as the strong odor assaulted her nose but he nudged her forward. The salon had a very old fashioned look with flowery yellowed wallpaper and big chrome hooded hairdryers. Looks like my grandmothers beauty shop Ami thought to herself as she glanced around.

The receptionist was a chubby lady with bright red bouffant hair she smiled at them and said "Hello Sir and welcome! Agnes will be with you in a moment!" He smiled and nodded "Thank you Karen". His gripped tightened on Ami's arm as they went over to the waiting chairs and sat down. Agnes hurried to them. "Sir Jon its so wonderful to see you she said as she held her arms out to him. He stood, took her hands and leaned forward kissing both her cheeks. She was a much older lady with a very stocky build and a very tight perm that had been teased and sprayed into a cotton candy-like helmet. She wore a white smock with matching slacks and white sensible shoes. To Ami she looked almost like a nurse.

"Always a delight seeing you Madame he said. She nodded and smiled and turned to Ami who looked like a frightened deer that was about to run away. "and this must be your new girl, Ami! Oh my what happened to her hair???" She grabbed the girls chin turning her head left then right then snorted her disapproval at the girls cut up hair. Well no matter we will fix it!" she said as her assistant Katie appeared. Ami gasped when she saw Katie the girls head was covered in tiny short curls so tight that the scalp was clearly visible. The curls were so heavily sprayed they looked wet. Agnes grabbed Ami's arm. Oh and this is my assistant Katie! She said as Katie grabbed Ami's other arm and they both quickly propelled the frightened girl to the back as he followed with an amused smile. They stopped at the last station in the back and before Ami could catch her breath she was stripped like a child. Katie yanking her skirt down as Agnes removed her top. Then Katie grabbed her by the back of the neck forcing Ami to bend down at the waist. Being caught off guard Ami fell over, her head landing in the seat of the chair. Ami struggled and screamed for her Master and demanded to be let go. He sat down on a small stool with wheels like a doctors stool and watched as the 3 of them struggled. Ami screamed as Agnes begin to spank her bottom with the back of a hairbrush telling her "Bad girl you do that to your hair! Now be quiet and be a good girl."
 
"Okay okay I will be good!!" Ami yelled between her sobs. The spanking stopped and then she felt her cheeks being spread open and the tip of a well lubed dildo was pushed firmly into her ass. Ami screamed for them to stop and sobbed louder which got her 2 more firm smacks before they yanked her upright spun her then pushed her naked and plugged into the chair. She sat there dazed and in shock as she was quickly strapped down into the chair and within seconds was completely helpless, nude, plugged and bound into the chair. She looked around in shock and was trembling as he rolled the stool over next to her and put his hand on hers to offer some comfort. Katie was busy tightly attaching nipple clamps to her nipples and a clamp to her clit all connected by a chain as a frightened Ami trembled and whimpered and cried out. "Please its too tight! It hurts!!" She cried but she was ignored.

"Come Katie we must get somethings" Agnes said as they hurried off. A few minutes later Ami saw Agnes returning with a full trolley. With a terrified look she looked at her Master, "Please Master please..." She pleaded softly. He shook his head and nodded to Agnes with a sparkle in his eyes. Agnes picked through Ami's hair "Oh this is ugly hair but don't worry we will fix it" she assured Ami as she patted her shoulder and smiled at the mirror. Ami tried to smile back at the mirror and said thank you. Agnes beamed and nodded to her Master. He grinned and patted Ami's hand and nodded to Agnes.

"We begin!" Agnes announced as she wrapped a paper strip around the girls neck before drapping a transparent cape over the seated girl and snapping it tightly around her neck. She began to harshly brush the girls hair, tangles pulling making the girl squeal. Agnes ignored the cries and continued. Once the hair was brushed she brushed it all into her hand into a pony tail this she secured with a rubber band. Katie handed her a thick strip of leather. Agnes braided the leather strip into the braid then secured the end with another rubber band. Agnes took the big scissors and cut the braid off. Then she liberally sprayed the braid with hairspray making Ami cough and make a face from the chemical smell. She grinned and handed it to her Master. He carefully took it holding it by the top rubber band then tipped his head to her in an unspoken thanks. Ami watched as he held it up admiring it then he smelled it and smiled at Ami. She blinked at him and guessed it was some sort of momento or trophy for him. She was only partially right but to him it was much more than a trophy it was the symbol of her submission and it would be used to spank her. Agnes was busy snipping away trimming the hair to three inches all around.

"We wash the hair now!" Agnes announced! Then she stomped on a lever with her foot on the base of Ami's chair. Wheels popped down from the base and the chair was wheeled over to the shampoo sink where Agnes could wash Ami's remaining hair while Katie arranged everything for the color and perm. Ami screamed then struggled in the chair after it was suddenly reclined. The nipple and clit clamps all pulled as the chain was now stretched taunt, her tender flesh felt like it was being ripped off. She yelled and screamed so much Agnes had to shove a penis gag in the girls mouth hooking the special straps around the ears and locking it tightly. She sobbed and struggled while gripping the arms of the chair as her hair was harshly washed by Agnes. Ami was in agony her scalp was now sore, her nipples and clit were being pulled and the plug being pushed in deeper. Finally the chair was jerked back up. Agnes roughly dried off the excess water with a towel then wheels a sobbing Ami back over to the station. Then Katie loosens the clamps so as not to cause any permanent tissue damage to the girls sensitive, tender flesh. Agnes begins to comb a sticky paste that smelled like ammonia through the remaining hair on Ami's head. After applying and combing the strong smelling paste through Ami's cropped hair, Agnes applied more to her brows. Then she stretched a clear plastic over Ami's head. "Soon you will be a Proper Lady!" She said as she patted the girls cheek. "Now we go to the dryer"! The huge metal hood was lowered onto her head. Immediately Ami heard the load roar of hot hair descending around her now very exposed ears. Agnes said something else but Ami couldn't hear anything but the roar. Agnes walked away leaving her all alone and pinned under this totally alien machine with hot air blowing around her ears, unable to even move her head much less stand up.

As the red color is being bakedout of Ami's remaining hair, Agnes and Katie return. They each flip the vertical bar up that connects the armrest and the seat then they each shoved the girls leg back onto the side of the seat. They push the bar back down locking it back into place locking the girls legs trapped wide apart. Leather straps come up from the seat and are secured tightly around the lower thighs locking her legs in place. Leaving her legs lewdly splayed wide open. Ami had tried to resist them but a few smacks on the girls pussy convinced her to not resist. Then they left her as she sobbed with humiliation and pain. The hot dry air instantly drying away her tears. Finally the dryer is turned off and lifted away and she is wheeled back to sink. Agnes washed her hair again the cool water felt good at first until Agnes washes and scrubs harshly to get all the dried on dye off the scalp. Ami cried again and made loud muffled sounds until finally Agnes finished. Ami sighed with relief when the chair was set back up and she was once again wheeled back to the station.

Katie removed the gag as her Master gets up to check on the girl's hair. Her face was red but it looked like her hair was now white with a blueish tint. He smiled and stroked the girls cheek finding it dry but he knew there would be more tears soon. The thought greatly pleased him. Ami looked to her Master as she whispered "water please Master?". He nods to Katie who rushes off to get a glass of water then returns. He takes it and feeds her the water which she gratefully drinks while Agnes began combing and sectioning the hair to begin putting in the tiny rods.

"Please Master please no more...." she pleads softly as she begins to cry again. He smiles as he sees the pain and fear in her eyes, knowing it is about to get worse. "It must be done my Pet" He said softly as he leaned close to her face. Then he licks a tear from her cheek before he sits back down on his stool to watch. To him it tastes like the sweetest of nectar. On the other side Katie sits on a small stool beside Ami. "Miss shall I begin now?" Agnes nodded yes. Katie began plucking the red bush from the the poor girls pussy with tweezers. Ami yelps and begins yelling ordering them to stop and let her go. Agnes and Katie stop. Agnes looks seriously to the girls owner. He nods. Agnes comes around the chair to face Ami then she smacks Ami's cheek hard enough to leave her cheek red. Agnes then leans down close to the sobbing girls face "Proper ladies keep their pussies smooth and clean not hairy like a monkey!" she hissed with a disgusted look at Ami! Ami looked at her wide eyed and horrified. Ami yelps again as Agnes smacks the poor girls pussy with her palm causing fresh tears to appear. "We fix that pussy and your hair and make you a Proper Lady." Agnes announced to the terrified girl! Ami jerked and yelped again as she felt like a rubber band snapping at her pussy as Katie sitting on her little stool expertly plucked one pubic hair at a time with tweezers. Now Ami understood how her pussy would be "fixed".

Agnes returns to Ami's hair and takes a tiny rod with a small paper she quickly, expertly rolls the girls white hair tightly. Ami begins to whimper and wince as she tightly rolls each rod. Owwww she says softly as she begins crying again. Her Master is impressed to see how hard she pulls Ami's hair and how fast she adds the rods. He is sure more than 100 are needed.
"Please its too tight..." Ami whines "Its hurting please" she begs Miss Agnes as she cries. Agnes bluntly states that "A proper lady does not whine or whimper when shes getting a good and proper perm."

"I'm sorry." Ami meekly says. He smiles at his girl and pats her hand then looks to Agnes "Ma'am, please make sure this is one of the tightest perms you ever made". Agnes smiles then nods says "Of course." then she rolls the hair even tighter and harsher making Ami grip the arms of the chair as she sobs louder as it feels like her hair is being ripped out of her scalp. Her Master smiles seeing the pain in her eyes. He so much loves seeing his girl is starting to be covered by so many colored rods and not even showing almost any hair. Amy's head gets so heavy from all the tiny rods she looks at her Master her eyes and face pleading for help. He ignores her pleading look and is in fact pleased for the heavy humiliation she is enduring for him knowing so well how deep this goes into the roots of her being as a submissive. Amy yelps as Agnes pulls extra hard by accident. "How many rods do you think is in my hair now. Master?" Ami asks softly. He looks at Ami's head seriously. "Well there were 80 in the tray, almost finished and there is still some good portion left to complete." Her eyes widen with amazement "Ohhhh Master so many rods...." He nods "Yes my girl. She is using the tiniest ones so many are needed." He smiles and pats her hand. "You will see how tight this will be."

Agnes finally finishes putting in the rods and then she tucks a thick strip of cotton under the rods all around the face and neck. The good news is the rolling of the hair was finished. The bad news is now Ami can notice the pain as Katie mercilessly plucks away Ami's bush with the evil tweezers. She whimpered, groaned and cried while Agnes soaked each rod in perm solution then she covered it all with a rubber cap that was attached to a dryer by a long hose. She turned on the dryer to cook in the perm solution into the girls remaining hair then she grabbed some tweezers and standing between the girls wide open legs she started plucking then Agnes stopped Katie. "Wait Katie lets make this easier." She grabbed a comb off the counter behind her and a large can of hairspray. She began spraying the cold hairspray onto Ami's pussy. Using the comb she was able to style and spray the pussy hair until it stood up straight and was stiff. Then they both began quickly plucking. He watched as they plucked the pussy lips they would grab 3 or 4 hairs and pull but the skin would be pulled up to. He couldn't resist reaching out and pressing the skin back down. Soon it was grab, pull, poke, pluck.  grab, pull, poke, pluck.... as Ami yelped and cried. They were able to finish just as Ami's hair was finished cooking. Agnes took off the cap and unrolled one hair just to be sure. "Yes the hair is finished with the dryer." Agnes announced. Ami was wheeled back to the sink to have the neutralizer put on then everything rinsed off and the rods removed much too Ami's relief. Some 25 minutes later she was wheeled back with a head shockingly full of little curls. Using a diffuser she carefully dried the hair while he stood close by and watched. Agnes noticed his displeased look. "Is something wrong Sir?" Agnes asked. Ami looked up at him nervously. He looked down at her then looked at Agnes "Hmmm yes I'm afraid so... The hair is too long. Can you make it shorter?" You know I do not like fluffy hair on my girls. Agnes nodded vigorously "Oh yes sir we can make it much shorter!" Ami's eyes closed and she groaned in defeat as he looked down at her with an amused look.

Using scissors Agnes cut off another inch or more of hair while Ami moans as Katie rubs her hand over her now bare pussy.... "Its not smooth, Miss." Katie announces. Agnes paused then looked at Katie sternly well make her pussy properly smooth Katie and hurry. Katie nodded and went to prepare to finish her pussy. Ami groans softly and says "not the tweezers again!" Her Master patted her shoulder then chuckled with amusement "No, not the tweezers, girl". he said. He turned and watched Katie as Agnes dropped the back of the chair down. She went to help Katie. Ami couldn't see but whimpered "No, no ,oh no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ami screamed as they smeared hot wax on her pussy pressing on the paper then ripping it off. She screamed so loud that her Master has to cover her mouth with his hand. They were not gentle as they waxed her entire pussy in big sections until it was very red. Ami sobbed as Agnes felt her pussy then pronounced "It was nice and smooth" and "Proper for a Proper Lady". Katie cleaned up while Agnes yanked the chair back up finished trimming her hair until he said it was short enough. Then she clippered around the ears and high up the nape. She worked each tiny curl into place then sprayed the hair from every angle. Finally she stopped and waved her arm to disperse the fumes as Ami choked and coughed. Master asked her to use more wanting Ami's hair properly set. So Agnes happily sprayed and sprayed and sprayed until he gave a nod. She put the now half full can down and they removed the clamps and unbound her legs and body releasing her from the chair and helped her up. "Your all done dearie." Agnes said as she held onto the weak and trembling girl. "See?" Agnes asked as she pointed to the mirror. "Now you look like a Proper Lady". Ami just stared at the mirror in shock as an older woman with short grey permed hair stared back at her. They draped an overcoat over her shoulders and buttoned it before she could put her arms in the sleeves. It came to almost her knees. She was led zombie-like to the front with a stunned look on her face. When at the front desk Agnes stopped and told Ami to lean forward. She did without a word. Agnes flipped up the back of her coat grabbed the plug and pulled it out. Master almost laughed. "Sorry almost forgot about this. Agnes said as she held it up. He nodded. "Thank you for everything" he said as he put an arm around Ami we will be back in 3 days for her wash and set. "Oh wait Sir!!! Don't forget this." Katie said quickly as she came up to him and handed him a large plastic bag containing Ami's clothes, the braid and 2 large cans of hairspray. He smiled at her "Oh thank you girl." She smiles shyly then sort of stepped behind her Miss saying "Your welcome Sir" Agnes wrapped an arm around Katie and hugged her as she smiled at the girl. "Good bye, Sir" Katie said shyly. "Good bye, little one" he said. "and bye Ami" they both said merrily. "Uh bye" Ami said in a dazed tone. Master helped her to the car and they went home. What other things did he have planned for her and her hair. What will happen to her next at the salon? Ami didn't even want to think about it.