14-01-2020, 03:37 AM
I stared at Kelly. "Well, what are you waiting for, pet? Get your butt over there," she said softly. I realized I would have to be a little more careful when sitting because my ID tag was a little askew and got caught sideways when I plopped down in the chair, causing me to wince. Kelly knew what happened and just grinned.
"What can we do for you, Kim?" Tamera asked.
Since I had no idea what was going on, as Kelly had intended, she spoke for me, "Kim wants a new look. I recommended a pixie style with light blond highlights. She wasn't quite sure if that would look good on her. What do you think, Tam?"
Tamera studied me for a few moments before saying, "You know, Kim, I think your face is perfect for a pixie, and the coloring would enhance the look."
"You're the expert," I said, reluctantly. "Let's do it." She had no idea how obedient I was being and I'm sure she didn't see the tear that formed in the corner of my eye. I was proud of my long hair and didn't want to lose it. Kelly and I had even discussed how much I liked it. How could she do this to me? And why was I not refusing? I knew I could simply say my safe word and walk out, but I did not make the slightest attempt to move. I remained...totally obsequious; totally obedient to the desires of my Mistress. To do otherwise would be to embarrass her; and she had ordered me not to do that. Invisible bonds forced me to silently accept the inevitable and remain in the chair. She owned me for a month, and I was proud to be hers. The hair would grow back.
"Kim, my shop participates in helping a charity that makes wigs for cancer patients. The length of your hair qualifies for a donation. Would you be willing to let us do that in your name?" Tamara asked. I quickly agreed. At least that would make my loss more palatable. Underneath I realized that I was a little pissed at Kelly. What a dichotomy.
When Tamara turned around to get everything ready, Kelly leaned down and whispered, "Do you realize that you are wrinkling your skirt, pet?" I lifted my butt enough to pull the garment out from under me. She threw me a kiss and sat in a chair along the opposite wall to watch. She made a gesture, understood only by me. I spread my legs just enough that she could see my bare pussy. She smiled.
Nearly an hour later, Tamara finished my makeover and turned my chair around so I could look into the mirror. I was pleasantly surprised with the end product. In fact, I liked it.
While Tamera was cleaning her station, Kelly stepped over and whispered, "White with silver sparkles, pet," and sat back down."
I quickly understood what Kelly meant when Tamera said, "Do you want polish after your manicure, Kim?"
"Yes, please, white with silver sparkles."
Kelly broke in, "Didn't you once tell me that you thought about putting your initial on your index finger, Kim?"
"Oh, I did. Would you do that, too, Tamara?" I knew it was Kelly's initial, not mine.
Kelly paid, telling Tamera that it was her treat.
Once outside, Kelly said, "You were perfect in there, pet. So much so that I will forgive you for forgetting the rule about sitting on your skirt. Thank you."
"You are most welcome, Mistress. I guess I have a confession to make. Is it OK that I was pissed that you were forcing me to cut my long hair?"
"I would be disappointed if you weren't pissed, pet. In fact, you can be pissed at your Mistress any time if you don't let it show and you still obey her," she chuckled. "I must tell you though that you don't know how lucky you are."
"Why is that, Mistress?"
"One of the traditions of the society when a new submissive is initiated, is that her head must be completely shaved. They waived that tradition since our agreement is temporary. However, once you agree to a more permanent arrangement..."
"Are you teasing me, Mistress? You wouldn't really do that to me, would you?" Her grin neither confirmed or denied my fear.
"We do permit the initiate to wear a wig when in public, until her hair is presentable again, but only when her Mistress considers it necessary."
"Oh!" I wondered if and when my Mistress would consider it necessary.
There was a national optical store in the same complex as the hairdresser. When Kelly said that I needed a set of glasses, I commented, "But, ma'am, I haven't worn or owned a pair of glasses since I was a sophomore in high college."
"Not even as a back-up?"
"I know it sounds crazy, but, not even as a backup, ma'am."
Kelly looked at me and smiled. I think you got your original statement wrong, though, pet."
"I don't understand, Mistress."
"You said that you hadn't worn glasses since high college. You meant that Kimberly hasn't. You are wearing my collar, so while Kimmy has never worn glasses, that period has been very short. I think Kimmy might look very sexy when wearing glasses and want to see if I am correct."
"Yes, ma'am," I said gulping, and dutifully followed her into the store.
We were immediately approached by a sales clerk. "Good afternoon. My name is Miriam. May I help you?" she asked.
Kelly took over. "Yes, you may. My friend hasn't worn glasses for years and would like to switch from her contacts for a while."
Looking at me Miriam asked, "Do you have any particular style in mind?"
I glanced at Kelly, who said, "I think you mentioned two pair, didn't you, Kimmy? One with black rims and a pair of rimless, both in oval shapes."
"That's correct," I said to Miriam.
She glanced from me to Kelly, back to me again, and said, "You're in luck. We're having a two-for-one sale today. You'll get the least expensive pair for free. Come with me to the display area and you can try some on.
When Miriam handed me the first pair, Kelly said, "Let me pick the best-looking pair for you, Kimmy. You know I'll be more objective than you will." After I had tried on about a dozen pair Kelly selected the two she liked best and I gave the prescription to Miriam.
"This is a prescription for contact lens, as you know. We do have conversion tables, but we would also like to double check by giving you a quick exam, free of charge." I agreed that would be best. After the exam she said, "If you want to shop somewhere while we make your glasses, they should be ready in about an hour." I paid for glasses I didn't need.
Walking out of the store I said to Kelly, "Couldn't we just get plain glass lenses and I could wear them over my contacts, Mistress."
"No way, pet. That would be cheating. Besides, now that I have seen how beautiful Kimmy looks in glasses, I think she will be wearing glasses often for her Mistress. I'm glad we got a special price on the second pair."
From there we rode our bikes to the indoor mall and entered a store named "Things Remembered." Kelly introduced me to the manager, Nicole, who handed her a small, wrapped package. After a short, nondescript conversation, Kelly paid for her purchase and we left. Teasing her, I asked her if she knew someone in every business in town. Her reply was that she was sure there must be a couple stores where she didn't.
On the way out of the mall, Kelly suddenly turned and dragged me into an upscale woman's shop. "I want you to buy a new blouse to wear to work tomorrow, pet." I watched as she selected a beautiful white silk, long sleeve blouse. "This will be perfect," she said, handing it to me. I looked at the price tag and almost choked. While I do not consider my clothes inexpensive, I had never paid one hundred and twenty dollars for a blouse. She then removed my credit card from her purse and said, "Don't worry, Pet, you are definitely worth it. You need to spend more money on yourself" I thanked her, knowing that I always wanted to splurge, but was too fiscally conservative. "Yes, there is freedom in bondage," I again chuckled to myself.
We picked up my new glasses on the way home.
There was a single-drawer console table and large mirror next to the closet in the foyer of Kelly's house. When we walked inside, I immediately saw that my collar and a padlock had been neatly placed on the top of the table. "Maybe that's what she asked Sam to do," I thought.
"OK, Kimmy. Go to the bedroom and remove your contacts." When I returned, she handed me the black rim glasses. "Put them on, look at yourself in the mirror, Kimberly and tell me who you see."
"What can we do for you, Kim?" Tamera asked.
Since I had no idea what was going on, as Kelly had intended, she spoke for me, "Kim wants a new look. I recommended a pixie style with light blond highlights. She wasn't quite sure if that would look good on her. What do you think, Tam?"
Tamera studied me for a few moments before saying, "You know, Kim, I think your face is perfect for a pixie, and the coloring would enhance the look."
"You're the expert," I said, reluctantly. "Let's do it." She had no idea how obedient I was being and I'm sure she didn't see the tear that formed in the corner of my eye. I was proud of my long hair and didn't want to lose it. Kelly and I had even discussed how much I liked it. How could she do this to me? And why was I not refusing? I knew I could simply say my safe word and walk out, but I did not make the slightest attempt to move. I remained...totally obsequious; totally obedient to the desires of my Mistress. To do otherwise would be to embarrass her; and she had ordered me not to do that. Invisible bonds forced me to silently accept the inevitable and remain in the chair. She owned me for a month, and I was proud to be hers. The hair would grow back.
"Kim, my shop participates in helping a charity that makes wigs for cancer patients. The length of your hair qualifies for a donation. Would you be willing to let us do that in your name?" Tamara asked. I quickly agreed. At least that would make my loss more palatable. Underneath I realized that I was a little pissed at Kelly. What a dichotomy.
When Tamara turned around to get everything ready, Kelly leaned down and whispered, "Do you realize that you are wrinkling your skirt, pet?" I lifted my butt enough to pull the garment out from under me. She threw me a kiss and sat in a chair along the opposite wall to watch. She made a gesture, understood only by me. I spread my legs just enough that she could see my bare pussy. She smiled.
Nearly an hour later, Tamara finished my makeover and turned my chair around so I could look into the mirror. I was pleasantly surprised with the end product. In fact, I liked it.
While Tamera was cleaning her station, Kelly stepped over and whispered, "White with silver sparkles, pet," and sat back down."
I quickly understood what Kelly meant when Tamera said, "Do you want polish after your manicure, Kim?"
"Yes, please, white with silver sparkles."
Kelly broke in, "Didn't you once tell me that you thought about putting your initial on your index finger, Kim?"
"Oh, I did. Would you do that, too, Tamara?" I knew it was Kelly's initial, not mine.
Kelly paid, telling Tamera that it was her treat.
Once outside, Kelly said, "You were perfect in there, pet. So much so that I will forgive you for forgetting the rule about sitting on your skirt. Thank you."
"You are most welcome, Mistress. I guess I have a confession to make. Is it OK that I was pissed that you were forcing me to cut my long hair?"
"I would be disappointed if you weren't pissed, pet. In fact, you can be pissed at your Mistress any time if you don't let it show and you still obey her," she chuckled. "I must tell you though that you don't know how lucky you are."
"Why is that, Mistress?"
"One of the traditions of the society when a new submissive is initiated, is that her head must be completely shaved. They waived that tradition since our agreement is temporary. However, once you agree to a more permanent arrangement..."
"Are you teasing me, Mistress? You wouldn't really do that to me, would you?" Her grin neither confirmed or denied my fear.
"We do permit the initiate to wear a wig when in public, until her hair is presentable again, but only when her Mistress considers it necessary."
"Oh!" I wondered if and when my Mistress would consider it necessary.
There was a national optical store in the same complex as the hairdresser. When Kelly said that I needed a set of glasses, I commented, "But, ma'am, I haven't worn or owned a pair of glasses since I was a sophomore in high college."
"Not even as a back-up?"
"I know it sounds crazy, but, not even as a backup, ma'am."
Kelly looked at me and smiled. I think you got your original statement wrong, though, pet."
"I don't understand, Mistress."
"You said that you hadn't worn glasses since high college. You meant that Kimberly hasn't. You are wearing my collar, so while Kimmy has never worn glasses, that period has been very short. I think Kimmy might look very sexy when wearing glasses and want to see if I am correct."
"Yes, ma'am," I said gulping, and dutifully followed her into the store.
We were immediately approached by a sales clerk. "Good afternoon. My name is Miriam. May I help you?" she asked.
Kelly took over. "Yes, you may. My friend hasn't worn glasses for years and would like to switch from her contacts for a while."
Looking at me Miriam asked, "Do you have any particular style in mind?"
I glanced at Kelly, who said, "I think you mentioned two pair, didn't you, Kimmy? One with black rims and a pair of rimless, both in oval shapes."
"That's correct," I said to Miriam.
She glanced from me to Kelly, back to me again, and said, "You're in luck. We're having a two-for-one sale today. You'll get the least expensive pair for free. Come with me to the display area and you can try some on.
When Miriam handed me the first pair, Kelly said, "Let me pick the best-looking pair for you, Kimmy. You know I'll be more objective than you will." After I had tried on about a dozen pair Kelly selected the two she liked best and I gave the prescription to Miriam.
"This is a prescription for contact lens, as you know. We do have conversion tables, but we would also like to double check by giving you a quick exam, free of charge." I agreed that would be best. After the exam she said, "If you want to shop somewhere while we make your glasses, they should be ready in about an hour." I paid for glasses I didn't need.
Walking out of the store I said to Kelly, "Couldn't we just get plain glass lenses and I could wear them over my contacts, Mistress."
"No way, pet. That would be cheating. Besides, now that I have seen how beautiful Kimmy looks in glasses, I think she will be wearing glasses often for her Mistress. I'm glad we got a special price on the second pair."
From there we rode our bikes to the indoor mall and entered a store named "Things Remembered." Kelly introduced me to the manager, Nicole, who handed her a small, wrapped package. After a short, nondescript conversation, Kelly paid for her purchase and we left. Teasing her, I asked her if she knew someone in every business in town. Her reply was that she was sure there must be a couple stores where she didn't.
On the way out of the mall, Kelly suddenly turned and dragged me into an upscale woman's shop. "I want you to buy a new blouse to wear to work tomorrow, pet." I watched as she selected a beautiful white silk, long sleeve blouse. "This will be perfect," she said, handing it to me. I looked at the price tag and almost choked. While I do not consider my clothes inexpensive, I had never paid one hundred and twenty dollars for a blouse. She then removed my credit card from her purse and said, "Don't worry, Pet, you are definitely worth it. You need to spend more money on yourself" I thanked her, knowing that I always wanted to splurge, but was too fiscally conservative. "Yes, there is freedom in bondage," I again chuckled to myself.
We picked up my new glasses on the way home.
There was a single-drawer console table and large mirror next to the closet in the foyer of Kelly's house. When we walked inside, I immediately saw that my collar and a padlock had been neatly placed on the top of the table. "Maybe that's what she asked Sam to do," I thought.
"OK, Kimmy. Go to the bedroom and remove your contacts." When I returned, she handed me the black rim glasses. "Put them on, look at yourself in the mirror, Kimberly and tell me who you see."
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