I read this story on Sissy Beauty Salon and want to know if you could train me to be a manicurist and salon-slut for my mistress, just like Bill…
Belinda had been looking forward to having Bill give her a perm. He had been setting her hair regularly for months now. She did not hesitate to order him about and tell him when she was not happy with the way he had done her hair, or her nails, or shaved her legs, or did her make-up. Yes, he did all these things for her now … in high heels, wearing a little pink smock which she had had designed for him on the day she ordered him to quit his job and throw out all his male clothes… Bill was more than just another sissy, begging to be ordered around by a female: he had become a gossipy, garish beauty salon slut….
She walked into the salon. Today he was wearing a very flimsy, red ruffled baby doll and four inch heels. He had dozens of small red ribbons tied in his hair. He blushed when Belinda said he looked cute. She grinned at the way he had gotten used to being humiliated.
Cotton Candy (my favorite nail polish)