The Beauty Salon

by Transsub

 

Since I had willingly become my wife's cuckold some nine months ago, I have gradually become as submissive as my wife, Connie has become comfortable with. She is not dominant by nature, but over time she has developed a dominant side that feeds into my fantasies, causes me great excitement, and doesn't bother her all that much. Connie is not mean-spirited, but knows what I like and need, and allows me to fantasize as much as possible. She is understanding , yet practical.

Our marriage began to change last spring. After discovering my cross-dressing tendencies and needing a real man to please her, she began an affair with a doctor who worked with her at the hospital. As I've described in previous stories, before long she was allowing him to fuck her regularly, and had stopped making love to me almost completely. After confronting Connie about her affair, she introduced me to Jim, her black lover, and before long, I was sucking him off and cleaning up after him on a regular basis. My wife allowed me to masturbate, and replaced all of my underwear with panties, because even though she wanted to be satisfied by a real man with a real cock, she loved me enough to know that I needed relief too.

So her new rules were that my role was to please her with my tongue if she wished, and I could please myself with my hand, only when she permitted me. She knew I would walk around all day with a raging hardon, just wearing panties and a bra, and I was completely happy. Connie, on the other hand, couldn't care less about my perversions, as she called them, so long as they didn't interfere with her making love to Jim.

When we would talk about things, she would calmly explain that she didn't mind me looking and acting feminine, because she really didn't look at me like a man anyway, but she reminded me that my cross-dressing was of no interest to her whatsoever. "You know, Timmy, I think it's about time that we took you out in public so other people can see what a sissy you are, don't you?" she asked one afternoon.

My wife was sitting on our couch with Jim, and I was kneeling in front of them wearing only a pair of pink panties and a matching bra, with my little dick in my hands, about to masturbate. I was totally aroused by being made to touch myself in front of my wife and her lover, and she flung a condom at me and gave me permission to jack off. I quickly put the sheath over my tiny cock, desperately wanting my first release in a week. Connie and Jim just smiled at one another and then she said, "Oh go ahead and get it over with, little girl. Let's see how long you can last this time."

Looking up at my wife, I slowly began to stroke my five inch cock, while Jim ran his black fingers back and forth over my wife's right nipple. She just cooed as he did that, kneading his big black cock softly as they watched. "That's it, Timmy, rub your little clit while I rub Jim's big cock. If you do a good job and last more than a minute, I might even let you watch him fuck me later," she purred. Of course, immediately after she said that I exploded into the condom, mere seconds after starting to touch myself.

My wife just smiled and then turned to Jim and said, "God, how pathetic. He couldn't even last a half a minute." Connie looked at Jim and continued, "Do you want to show him how it's done, lover?"

"No, baby," Jim replied. "She doesn't deserve to watch us. Just have her finish up and then let's get it on."

On cue, my wife looked back at me and sexily whispered, "C'mon little girl, you know what to do. Finish the job."

Upon hearing this, I let out a soft moan and then meekly milked my little dick for a minute before pulling the condom off my flaccid little cock. I handed the used condom to my wife who then ceremoniously turned it upside down above my open mouth and let my sperm drip into my mouth and onto my red-glossed lips. She giggled as she watched me eat my own cum and then complimented me on what a sissy I had become. Then she handed me the condom and told me to get up, throw it away, and leave her and Jim alone.

I went downstairs and began my chores, as Connie and Jim began to make love on the couch in our family room. Hearing their moans made me hard again. As I dusted the furniture and listened to my wife's gasps, I imagined Jim thrusting his big black love tool into my wife's wet cunt, longer and harder than I ever could. I looked down and noticed my little dick stiffening and beginning to protrude from my pink panties, and I desperately wanted to touch myself again, but I knew my wife's rules - I could only masturbate once a week, and only when she game me permission.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard my wife scream like a banshee and then Jim grunt loudly. I could only imagine him planting his seed into my wife again. Finally, Connie called me upstairs. As I entered the family room she smiled wickedly at me as she rose and Jim's thick cock slipped slowly out of her love tunnel. "Get over here and clean Jim up, honey," she commanded. I obediently got on my knees in front of her lover and softly began to lick his cum from his hairy balls and off of his shaft. The mixture of his cum and my wife's jism tasted exquisite. My wife just smiled and ran her hands through my hair as I sucked her lover clean. "Hmmm, that looks real good, Timmy. That's a girl," Connie cooed. "You're doing a real good job of thanking Jim for fucking your wife... just like a good little bitch."

Once I was done, my wife got up with Jim and helped him dress. She sexily walked him to the front door and opened it; then she wrapped her arms around his neck and sucked his tongue into her hungry mouth. Jim responded by caressing one of my wife's tits with one hand and grabbing her ass and pulling her close to his crotch with the other. They French kissed for well over a minute. Then my wife tenderly bit her lover's ear, and then looking right at me, whispered loud enough for me to hear, "Thanks for fucking me honey. You were great. Your cock is the best thing I've ever had between my legs, lover.... The absolute best." Connie continued, "Give me a call later on, okay hon? Let's make plans for this evening."

With that, my wife kissed Jim tenderly on the lips once again and then he departed. She dreamily watched him go to the car and then slowly shut the door. Then my wife turned to me, eyed me up and down, and then said forcefully, "Get back to work, bitch. I'm going to go take a nap. Wake me up at five o'clock and then you can eat me, if your chores are done. Jim's cum should be nice and ripe in my pussy by then." Connie dominantly walked past me and then looking over her shoulder, she stated mater-of-factly, "And Timmy, stuff that little dick back into your panties, girl. You look ridiculous."

Then she laughed and went up to the bedroom. Of course, I was crushed and yet turned on more than words can describe. For the remainder of the day, I quietly did the housework, while my wife slept soundly and contentedly with another man's sperm in her cunt.

Promptly at 5:00 p.m. I woke Connie up. After she got up and used the toilet, she sat on the edge of our bed and spread her legs. Obediently, I got on my knees between her legs and licked her labia, sucking up the piss that had run down her crack. Then she spread her cunt lips apart with her hands, and invited me to eat her out. I could smell Jim's cum in her cunt, and I hesitated a moment, but then Connie said, "C'mon honey - don't be shy. You know what to do. Put that tongue of yours to work." I moved my face to her cunt and stuck my tongue into he hot cunt. My wife then let go of her labia and took her hands and placed them on the back of my head, pushing my face into her smelly crotch. "That's it baby. Clean Mommy's cunt for her. Be a good little bitch," my wife commanded.

After I had finished cleaning her crotch with my mouth, Connie had me shave her pussy. Ever since she had first begun her affair with Jim, she had kept her cunt clean shaven from the clit on down. Now, nine months later, she had one of her labia pierced for Jim, and two small tattoos. One of the tattoos was a rose with Jim's name on her left breast, just above her bra line; the other was a small "Ebony and Ivory" male/female symbol on the inside of her right thigh. It was extremely sexy, and yet she always reminded me that she got her tattoos and body jewelry for Jim, not me. Of course, by this time I had both of my nipples and my ears pierced too.

I carefully shaved my wife's cunt and then rubbed her labia with a fragrant lotion, to get her ready to go out with her black lover. I asked her what she was going to do later that night, and she just smiled and replied, "Oh little Timmy, you know what we're going to do. Don't be silly." Then my wife had me help her get dressed. She put on a some very sexy high heels, a one piece mini skirt and a push up bra, and in five minutes, she looked like a million bucks. Her low cut dress really showed off her sexy tits, and she made sure her tattoo showed above the cut line. Then she went to the mirror and got made up. As she did, she had me sit beside her and explained a few things to me.

"Did you enjoy touching yourself earlier, Tim?" she asked. I meekly replied that I had. She just smiled and said, "I know you did, honey. I had a great orgasm too. Jim was so good earlier." She continued, "Anyway, I've made some plans for you this weekend, since it is a long holiday weekend. If you're interested, I'll tell you about them," she teased. I told my wife I was always interested in her and then she explained what she had in mind.

"Timmy, for a while now I've wondered how you've enjoyed your new role. I know you like being feminine, and I don't mind, since I don't really look at you as a man and Jim doesn't seem to mind; but up to this point, with the exception of having your ears pierced and letting your hair grow out, nobody else can see what a little sissy you are. You only wear lingerie around the house or under your clothes. Of course, my girlfriends know I'm fucking Jim, because I've told them about him, but I haven't mentioned your 'special interests," Connie softly said. As she applied her makeup, she continued, "I know how much you like humiliation and feminization, so I think it's time we take things a little farther. I've made arrangements to have you go to a beauty salon across town tomorrow to get a perm and a make over and get a full set of nails. Now while I'm out with Jim tonight, I want you to think about things and decide what you want to do," Connie explained. She told me she wouldn't force me to go to the salon if I didn't want to, but she would support me if I did.

My wife also warned me that if I went, there really wouldn't be any way to conceal the fact that I was a pansy when I went out in public anytime in the future. Of course, during the entire discussion, I had a raging hardon that I could barely control. Connie looked at it and just smiled to herself. As she finished getting ready for her man, my wife got up and took me by the hands and stood me up. "Listen Timmy. Think about what you want, little girl. I love you and want you to be happy," she said. "I love having you as my little house-husband and getting fucked by Jim, and I want you to be equally happy. If you want everyone to know what a sissy you are, then let's just do it," she urged.

My wife squeezed my hands and continued, "While I'm out, I want you to shave your arms and legs. I've put an outfit on your bed in the guest bedroom that I want you to wear tomorrow. Nothing special, just a blouse, shorts, and a pair of sandals. There's also some nail polish I want you to paint your toenails with tonight while I'm out. The blouse is sleeveless so everyone will see that you shave your underarms, and of course, they'll notice your hairless legs, but other than that, you should be okay," Connie said soothingly.

"Wear whatever panties you want, but no bra. I want the girls at the salon to be able to see that you've had your nipples pierced for me." Finally, my wife finished her instructions by saying, "And another thing Timmy, wear the cute little earrings with the heart that says sissy on them too. I've also put out a purse for you."

As my wife left the room, she looked at me, and then finished, "Okay, my sweet little bitch, I'm going downstairs - Jim will be here any minute. Don't wait up for us. If you decide you want to go to the salon tomorrow, I want you to write a note to the girl that will do you - Cindy is her name - explaining that you really are a man, but you're my sissy husband, and you really do want the perm, nails and make-over. I also want you to explain in the note that I'll come by at noon, with my boyfriend Jim, to see how you're getting along. Leave the note on the kitchen table. If it's there when I get home, the I'll have you go to the salon tomorrow morning. If there's no note, I'll assume you don't want to go."

"Any questions?"

"No," I meekly replied.

"Okay honey," Connie said with a smile, "Have fun tonight - I know I will. And remember, no masturbating, okay?"

As Connie looked at me sternly, I answered in total humiliation, "I promise I won't touch myself. I hope you and Jim have fun."

"Oh - you know we will, babe; you know we will," she answered, with a wicked smile. With that, my wife left me upstairs standing in the bathroom with my little dick sticking out of my panties. I could have died. I was so excited.

As soon as my wife left for the evening with Jim, I hurried upstairs to try on the outfit my wife had gotten for me. I put on the pink shorts and then buttoned up the blouse. The sandals were just plain wedges with a single pink toe band. The blouse was very sheer, and sure enough, when I looked in the mirror, my nipple rings were as plain as day. The shorts were thin too, and my panty line and bulging little dick were quite noticeable. I knew if I went out in public wearing the outfit and wouldn't get 10 feet down the sidewalk before being noticed. I thought about the humiliation, and was overcome by enormous fear. At the same time, I was more excited than any other time in my life.

Without even knowing what I was doing, I started a bath and got my shaving jell and razor. An hour later, my body was completely hairless. I put on a sexy camisole and then went downstairs to paint my toe nails and write the note as my wife had instructed. God, I was in heaven.

Meanwhile, my wife was flirting with Jim and another black man while they danced at a local club. Later that night, she would invite each man into all three of her holes, gladly accepting everything they could give her.

The next morning I got up early, showered, shaved my face and then blow dried my shoulder length hair. I put on the shorts, blouse and sandals and eyed myself in the mirror. I still looked like a man, but there was no mistaking that I was wearing women's clothing. The earrings and my pink toenails removed any doubt as to what I was. I was totally humiliated but also totally excited. Hurriedly, I grabbed my purse and went upstairs. On the kitchen table was a note from my wife. She had instructed me to quietly wake he up so she could look me over before I left for my appointment at the beauty salon.

I quietly entered our bedroom where my wife and her lover were sleeping in one another's arms, and I gently touched Connie's shoulder, waking her. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at me and then whispered to me to leave the room so she could get up. Connie was naked and since she began sleeping with Jim, she has not allowed me to see her without clothes on, except when I'm shaving her pussy, or serving as her toilet slave. I quickly left the room while my wife held the sheets up to cover her breasts. After a couple of moments, she came out of the bedroom wearing one of Jim's white dress shirts, buttoned only mid way down the front. It showed her sexy cleavage, and the shirt tail covered her crotch and ass. My wife looked more sexy than I had ever seen her. We walked downstairs and I poured her a cup of coffee.

Connie looked me over, took a sip of her coffee, and then said, seemingly completely uninterested, "Well, it looks like I was right." After taking another sip of coffee, my wife continued, "I made a bet with Jim last night. I was sure you would go to the salon today. He didn't think you were that crazy. But look at you, my pathetic little husband. You look absolutely darling." My wife asked me if I was excited and I told her I was. She then asked me if I was sure I wanted to go through with my trip to the beauty salon and I told her I really did want to be her sissy, even in public. My wife just smiled to herself and gently touched the front of my shorts. It was the first time she had physically touched my cock in months. I gasped and almost exploded right there.

"Okay Timmy, this is the deal," she explained.

She took a magazine clipping from her purse and said, "I want you to show this to Cindy at the salon. Tell her this is the hair style that your wife wants you to get, understand? The same length, same curls, same color, and same highlights." My gaze went from my wife to the clipping she handed me. I gasped as I looked at the photo of a model with a very feminine hairdo - cute bangs in the front and spiral curls in the back. Her hair was streaked with bottled blonde highlights that looked very edgy. I knew if I had my hair done like that, there would be no way to explain away the style as anything but total sissy. I felt like I was going to pass out.

My wife continued, "Also, little Timmy, have Cindy give you a full set of acrylic nails, no less than a half inch in length. Have her use the same nail color as your toenails - I think you look pretty in pink. And ask her just to do your make over with colors that match your hair and complexion. I want you fully made up when Jim and I come by to check you out in the afternoon. Do you understand?" she asked.

I meekly replied, "Yes, honey."

"Okay then, give me your purse," my wife said.

I handed her the purse that she had given me and watched as she put a box of tampons, some lipstick, a compact, a small jar of Vaseline, and my driver's license in it. She explained that those were the only things I would need for the day. Then my wife handed me the purse and a piece of paper with the directions to the salon on it.

I looked at the directions and realized with horror that the salon was not across town as my wife had suggested earlier, but rather it was the beauty parlor she always went to only two miles from our house. Not only did people know me there, but it was right next door to the barber shop I always went to. I must have gone completely red in the face because Connie just smiled and said, "What's the matter, Timmy? This is what you wanted, remember."

My wife completed her humiliation and torture of me that morning with one final piece of news.

"You better get going, honey," she said, "the girls are expecting you by nine." I picked up my purse and stammered, "Don't I need some money? How will I pay for this?"

"We'll pay for it when Jim and I come by to see you later," my wife replied. "Now get going.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," my wife added, "I parked the car two blocks down at the end of the street instead of in the driveway. I figured you could use the walk to get used to the sandals. Better hurry before any more neighbors wake up. There's already a couple out in the front of their houses, getting their newspapers."

I could have just died. God was I hard. I just gulped and turned to leave. As I was opening the front door, I heard Connie say, "Bye-bye sweetheart - you look like a real sissy. Have fun." My heart was beating a million times a minute as I walked down the sidewalk, hoping none of the neighbors were up yet. What a dream.

After driving down to the beauty salon, I parked the car and just sat in the front seat for several minutes. My heart was racing as I gathered up the courage to get out of the car and walk across the parking lot to the salon. It was a couple of minutes before nine o'clock, and there were already a ton of people going about their business at the little strip mall where the salon was. Finally, I grabbed my purse, got out of the car, and briskly headed for the front door of the beauty salon.

As I entered, I immediately felt relief, taking refuge in a woman's environment. I went up to the girl at the front counter and told her I was at the salon to see Cindy. The girl took a moment or two to look me up and down, and then invited me to have a seat while she went in the back to get Cindy. I sat down and felt very uneasy as two women who were waiting for their appointments looked at me and then leaned over to one another and began to whisper. They giggled as they looked back at me. I felt like I was going to die. After what seemed like hours, Cindy came to the front and greeted me.

"Tim - what are you doing here? And what's with the outfit? My appointment schedule says I'm doing Connie this morning," she said.

"Look Cindy - I can explain. Can we go in the back so I can talk to you a minute?" I asked.

Somewhat reluctantly Cindy replied, "Yeah, I guess so. Follow me." We went back to her station and she invited me to sit in her styling chair, and then asked me what was up. "Here," I said, "this note should explain everything." I opened my purse and took out the note I had written the night before and handed it to Cindy. As she read the note, Cindy began to smile. More than once, she paused her reading and quickly glanced at me. After she had finished reading my request to be totally feminized, she put the note back in the envelop and then in whisper asked, "My God, Tim.... Are you serious? I can't believe this." I told her I was serious. Then Cindy continued, "Connie told me she's been having an affair, but she never mentioned any of this. Does she know about this?" she asked. "Yes, Cindy," I replied, "Connie's made me wear panties and sleep in the guest bedroom for the last nine months. That's what I'm into, I guess."

"Well Tim, if you want to look like a girl, I'll see what I can do," Cindy said. "Let's get started."

"Thanks for being understanding, Cindy. I really appreciate it," I finished. Then I handed her the photo from the magazine and told her that I wanted my hair done the same way. "Damn, you are serious, aren't you, Tim?" she asked. "I guess I just got another regular customer, huh?" I damn near blew my load right there. Cindy just smiled and told me to relax.

Three hours later Cindy took me by the arm and led me back to the waiting area at the front of the salon. My new perm looked awesome and I was already fantasizing about masturbating with my sexy pink fingernails. Cindy had used really sexy eye shadow, rouge, lipstick and mascara too. I really felt feminine. I knew I looked completely different now, but I was still uneasy because I was sure that the other women in the salon could tell I was a man. I was very nervous, just sitting there, waiting for Connie and Jim. I tried to act nonchalant and browsed at a couple of fashion magazines, but I felt like a million eyes were staring at me. Of course Connie didn't arrive on time. She made me wait and didn't arrive until close to one o'clock - I'm sure she purposely was late, just to torture me.

Finally, I heard the bell ring as the front door opened and in walked my wife with Jim's arm around her waist. I immediately got up and Connie came up to me and remarked loudly how cute I looked. She asked the girl at the front desk to go back and get Cindy - she wanted to thank her for doing her husband. I just blushed like crazy. Cindy came up and Connie and her began talking. "God Cindy, you did a great job on Timmy - he' so cute," Connie said excitedly. "I wanted to come by and thank you myself. I also wanted you to meet my boyfriend." She turned to Jim, completely ignoring me, and said, "Jim - this is Cindy. She does my hair and nails." Jim shook hands with her and then Connie leaned over and whispered into Cindy's ear, loud enough for me to hear, "He's the one I told you about." I immediately let me eyes drop to ground, feeling very ashamed.

Then my wife looked at me and asked, "Are you ready to go, honey?" "Yes," I replied. "Well pay Cindy for doing you and then let's go," she said. I told Connie I didn't have any money but she just said, "Check your purse, dear." My heart started racing. I knew what my wife was up to. She had me empty the entire contents of my purse onto the counter in front of Cindy and the other girls. Finally, with complete shame, I took out the box of tampons my wife had given me. Once she saw them, my wife just casually said, "Oh I forgot Timmy. Your checkbook's in my purse, isn't it?" She just smiled at me as she handed me our checkbook. "Make sure you give her a tip, honey," Connie instructed. As she watched me write out the check, my wife exclaimed, "Cindy - I love Timmy's nails. I think he looks so cute in pink. They match his toes perfectly. You did a great job." That was it. My humiliation was complete. With a dripping little dick, I left the salon with Connie, Cindy and Jim all smiling at one another. I was now a complete sissy. As I left, Cindy waved and with a smile called out, "Thanks, honey - see ya next month."

  

  

  

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