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Do you believe in angels?
I hope you do because we work hard to get our wings. We are sent to earth to grant three people a wish, once we have completed our mission we are rewarded with a beautiful set of angel wings.
It is a cold and wet October Friday evening on earth and I am sat on a hard wooden bench on a wet and windy railway platform. I had already granted two wishes and had one more wish to grant and my mission would be complete.
Maggie's Story
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It is a cold and wet October Friday evening and I have just had the worst day at work. My boss is a complete bastard; no matter how hard I work it is never good enough.
I have just missed my train home and I am cold and wet, the rain hasn't stopped all day. At least there is a space on that bench but do I really want to sit next to that nutty woman talking to herself.
I sat and waited for the next train feeling sorry for myself. I know I'm a bit of a party animal and can be a little promiscuous but surely there is something more to life than just work, sleep and casual sex. I need to settle down and live a quieter life. If fact why do I have to work, I need a husband to look after me. If I had lived in the 1950's I could have been a stay at home wife looking after my husband and home. I wish I could have been a housewife in the 1950's I thought to myself.
I suddenly feel faint. The world around me starting to spin and suddenly nothing just darkness.
Angel's story
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That's it ! I have granted my third wish and now I can go home and collect my beautiful angel wings.
Maggie's story -- Who am I ?
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I am still alive because I can hear voices, people talking and laughing. The sounds of daily life going on around me. My eyes open to a beautiful warm summers day, gone is the cold and wet October evening. Everything looks different though, a steam train stands waiting at the platform. All the men are dressed in old fashioned suits and the women are wearing 1950's vintage retro dresses and high heels. Am I on a film set?
"Hello madam, I think you had a funny turn and fainted, are you OK?" asked the old man in the uniform. His lapel badge told me that he was the station master.
"Yes, I am fine thank you."
The station master helped me to my feet.
What am I wearing? When I left home this morning for work I was dressed in a white silk top and a black trousers suit but now I have on a very nice red floral dress with a full circle skirt and what appears to be a netting petticoat underneath the skirt. I don't know what I am wearing under this dress but it is very tight and uncomfortable, I can hardly breathe.
I gather my thoughts and try to make sense of what has just happened. I have a quick rummage through the handbag I am clutching close to my chest and find a Post Office Savings Book.
Mrs Margaret Ward 27 Royal Avenue Chesterton
Who is Margaret Ward? My name is Maggie Hudson and where the hell is Royal Avenue. I have never heard of Royal Avenue let alone know where it is. The only way to find out is to get a taxi there. After quite a long drive in a very old style black cab we pull up outside a very nice semi detached house.
A further look through my handbag reveals a set of house keys. It all feels very strange entering a house I know nothing about. The decor is very old fashioned and reminds me of my grandma's house that I visited as a little girl. There are no modern appliances in the house, no telephone or TV but I do however find a radio plugged into the mains and turn it on, it is tuned into a station called the BBC World Service and according to the news Queen Elizabeth, our new Queen is to tour the UK using the Royal Train. I don't know how or why I am here but the date is 27th June 1953.
I must live here because that is me in the black and white wedding photograph stood on the sideboard. In the photo I am stood next to a very handsome man and if that is my husband then I have done OK for myself.
I rummage through the documents in the sideboard drawer to find out as much information about Margaret Ward as I can.
Margaret Ward is 23 years old and is married to Frank. Her maiden name was Margaret Hudson and before my episode at the railway station that is who I was. I was Maggie Hudson, a single fun loving girl who worked in a city bank during the day and partied at night and if I am honest with my self I could be a little bit naughty if you know what I mean. Frank also works in the city, something to do with insurance which sounds very boring. We are buying our own house and it appears we live a comfortable life. I have been married to Frank for just over a year and it appears that I don't work but I am a housewife and according to the letter I have in my hand I am due to start a new job on Monday morning at a local bank as a cashier. Why do I need a job as a bank cashier? I am a fully qualified accountant who runs several high profile business accounts in the city. This really is a step back in time.
I don't really find much more information so I am going to have to play clever. I will tell Frank about the episode at the railway station and how I fainted, banged my head and now have slight concussion and memory loss.
A wander through the house reveals that we live in a very nice but sparsely furnished house. My wardrobe is full of beautiful vintage retro dress, skirts and blouses. My underwear drawer has some very old fashioned underwear consisting of very large panties, full body girdles, open bottom girdles, very large bras, suspender belts and stockings. I do hope that someone invents tights and thongs soon.
Looking at the underwear in the drawer I now realise why I feel so uncomfortable. I slip off my dress and confirm the reason for my discomfort.
I look at my reflection in the wardrobe mirror and see me, Maggie Hudson staring back but what on earth am I wearing? My bra is huge and made from thick and stiff material with very thick shoulder straps. The bottom of the bra finishes halfway down my stomach leaving just an inch of flesh showing before the material of a very tight and restrictive girdle begins. It's no wonder I can't breathe. The suspender straps of the girdle hold up a pair of tan seamed stockings.
Thank goodness I still have long auburn hair. I love my hair and I am or should I say was a regular visitor to the salon to have it conditioned and trimmed. My hair reaches down to my bra strap and has a lovely bounce to it and is my pride and joy and people always comment on how luscious and healthy it looks. I wonder what hair salons are like in 1953. My makeup looks different but it is definitely me, Maggie Hudson or perhaps I should now call myself Margaret Ward.
My New Life Begins.
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It is now 2pm and I don't even know what time Frank comes home from work so I suppose if I am Margaret Ward then I should make an evening meal for my husband's return.
The clock in the hallway strikes 6 and Frank walks through the door. He is even more handsome than in the wedding photo, he is very athletic looking. I am a lucky girl.
Frank kisses me on the cheek and sits in his armchair to read his newspaper.
I serve the meal that I prepared and we sit at the dining table to eat.
I tell Frank about my episode at the railway station earlier in the day hoping it would explain the gaps in my knowledge about our life together.
"Oh dear Margaret I am sure you will be fine," replied Frank "Do you think you will be well enough to go to your hair appointment tomorrow?"
What hair appointment?" I thought to myself.
"I'm sorry Frank, I have forgotten. It must be the bang on my head." I queried.
"Yes, you have a hair appointment tomorrow at Audrey's on the high street at 10am, You made the appointment last week to have your hair cut ready for your new job on Monday."
"Oh yes, sorry I forgot. I'm sure I will be fine." I replied.
A hair appointment at Audrey's salon, that doesn't sound very promising. It sounds very old fashioned. The type of place my grandmother would go to.
After finishing our evening meal Frank returned to his armchair and continued reading his newspaper whilst listening to the radio.
My first impressions of Frank were good. He was a nice man but a little boring and not very exciting, he had potential and I would work on that to make him the man I wanted him to be. Inject a little excitement into his life.
I cleared and washed all the plates and dishes and decided to go for a shower before bed.
I did intend to have a shower but discovered we didn't have one, I ran a bath.
I undressed out of my very restrictive undergarments and I could finally breath.
Looking down between my legs I saw a very thick dark curly bush. Hmm I thought, I don't care what the fashion is in 1953,that is going.
I found Frank's very scary looking safety razor and shaving stick. Lathered up my bush and dispensed with it. . Now that looks better. Im sure Frank will appreciate a nice clean pussy.
I bathed and dressed in a knee length flannelette night dress. That was all I could find. I am going to have to do some shopping because I am sure I can find something sexier than that and waited in bed for Frank.
Frank came to bed a short time later, undressed and put on a pair of striped flannelette pyjamas, not very sexy I thought to myself. He turned off the bedside lamp expecting to go to sleep. I had different ideas. I wanted to try my new man out for size.
I slid between the sheets and took hold of his flaccid penis rubbing him and teasing him with my tongue until my teasing had the desired effect and Frank sprung into action. I took Frank's very impressive 8 inches into my mouth.
"Margaret, what on earth are you doing?"
"Trust me." I replied.
I worked Frank's cock with my mouth and teased balls with my tongue. It was obvious that this was a first for Frank because he didn't last long. He ejaculated filling my mouth with his hot sticky cum. I emerged from beneath the sheets, looked him in the eyes, wiped my lips with the back of my hand and swallowed.
"My goodness Margaret what has come over you?" asked a shocked Frank.
Poor Frank has a lot to learn.
I gave him time to recover before removing my not very sexy flannelette night dress and revealed my freshly shaved pussy.
"Oh Margaret." was Frank's only response.
I mounted him giving him the best fuck he had ever experienced. Frank has a lot to learn but I an going to make it fun.
Saturday morning and my salon visit.
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Frank awoke with a smile on his face. I was still naked. He leaned across to me and started to stroke my shaved mound.
"Why have you shaved your public hair?" he asked.
"It's all the rage in America and I wanted to please you."
"I like it very much Margaret." he said as he continued to stroke me.
Frank was becoming aroused and I was happily reminded that he was not lacking in the bedroom department with his very satisfying 8 inches.
I opened my legs offering myself to him and with my legs in the air Frank certainly showed me that he had potential but he had a lot to learn and had to be a little more adventurous. The missionary position is OK but not very exciting.
I bathed and dressed ready for my salon visit. Normally back in 2022 it would take me 20 minutes to dress in bra, panties, jeans and t shirt and makeup but today it took me much longer. I dressed in a pair of very large panties and an all in one girdle that basically stopped me moving, how on earth am I supposed to bend over in this. A pair of tan coloured seamed stockings, a net and lace petticoat and a cream coloured dress with a full skirt to accommodate the petticoat. I looked in the mirror and found that I liked the new me, very feminine with my long hair cascading over my shoulders.
Audrey's Hair Salon was a small and uninspiring shop that sat between a greengrocers and a butchers shop. It was difficult to see through the large display window because of the rather dirty net curtains.
I reached for the front door handle but before I got to it, the door opened and a young woman my age stepped out from the salon. She had obviously just had her hair done. She had the shortest, tightest curly perm that I had ever seen. The whole of her forehead was exposed with her hairline starting high on her forehead with a tight neat curl. The rest of her head was just a mass of tiny, very tight curls. Her ears were fully exposed and the hair on the lower part of her nape was shaved clean. She smiled at me as if she knew what was just about to happen to me.
The inside of the salon was small and cramped and the atmosphere was humid and smelled strongly of hair spray and a horrid smell of bad eggs that I would later discover was perm solution.
The salon seemed quite busy. The two styling stations were occupied, one with an elderly lady whose short grey hair was tightly bound in small perm rods, the other chair was occupied by a young woman aged about 19 years old, she too had her short blonde hair tightly bound in small perm rods. It looked like both women were getting exactly the same hair style, a very short curly perm. The only difference between the two women was the amount of hair on the salon floor around their styling chair. A small amount of short grey hair lay beneath the elderly woman whereas the floor beneath the young woman was covered in a mountain of blonde wavy hair. The poor girl must have had hair down to her bum before today's visit to the salon.
Along the adjacent wall sat 3 hood hair dryers, two of them occupied by women sporting a head full of perm rods covered with a hair net. It would appear that a short curly perm was the only hairstyle Audrey and her assistant did. Was I going to regret my visit to Audrey's salon?
The elderly woman with a head full of perm rods was given a seat under the vacant hood dryer leaving Audrey's styling chair free.
"Good morning, I'm Audrey, you must be my 10 o'clock?"
"Good morning, we spoke last week when I booked the appointment, I'm Mrs Ward."
"Oh yes, I remember, you are the lady starting her new job at the bank." Audrey replied.
"Yes that's me."
"Well then let's make you look respectable and get rid of that little girl hair. If you are going to work at the bank you will be a regular visitor here. Mr Brown the manager likes his staff to look smart and I believe he likes all of his staff including the women to have very short hair that is well off the collar. So let's get started."
Audrey took my overcoat and held out a shabby faded salon apron. I slipped the apron over my dress and sat in the chair.
"Right let's get started." declared Audrey.
Audrey brushed out my hair and combed my graduated fringe down in front of my face.
The cold steel of Audrey's scissors touched the skin on my forehead above my right eye and with one snip a strip my lovely auburn hair fell from my head and onto my lap, another cut from the scissors sliced through the hair over my left eye. I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection. My hair was still long at the sides but I had a very short, blunt fringe that sat 1 inch above my eyebrows. I looked like a little girl.
Audrey continued to comb and cut my hair until all that was left of my precious locks was a very short and rough cut head of hair no longer than 2 inches in length. Audrey stepped back to assess he work.
"Hmm I think I will take that fringe higher so we get a nice high and tight curl to keep that hair off your face."
With another snip of her scissors Audrey cut my fringe to a point almost at the top of my forehead. My fringe was practically non existent.
My hair was rolled in very tiny perm rods starting at my forehead and working back towards my crown and down the back. The hair on the sides of my head was given the same treatment until the whole of my head was covered in tiny perm rods.
I looked at my reflection in the salon mirror; I didn't recognise the woman looking back at me. Maggie Hudson would never have entertained anyone doing this to her hair but Margaret Ward was only too happy and obliging to allow someone to butcher her hair in the way Audrey had and it appeared to be acceptable practice for young women of this era to go through this procedure when they reached a certain age. It was a rite of passage that when a young woman reached a certain age then she would visit a hair salon and have all her girlish hair cut short or permed in order to conform to society's expected image of how a young lady should look. Prim and proper.
Audrey soaked the perm rods and my hair is a perm solution and walked me over to a vacant hood dryer. At first the sensation of the warm air around my head was pleasant but this soon changed. My scalp became hot and a little uncomfortable, this together with the smell of rotten eggs that seemed to be emanating from my head only added to my discomfort.
After a good 30 minutes Audrey rescued me from the dryer and led me back to the stylist chair. One by one Audrey removed the perm rods to reveal very tight little barrel curls covering my head. My head was just a mass of tight curls. The curl on top of my forehead was exceptionally tight pulling any fringe that I had away from my forehead leaving my face totally exposed.
Audrey lead me to an old wash basin at the rear of the salon and with a towel draped around my shoulders rinsed my hair using an old metal jug filled with cold water from a tap. My hair was doused in another solution that I presumed was a neutraliser. After a further rinse I was lead back to the stylist chair and my hair dried with a hand dryer. My head was just a mass of tight curls that capped my head.
Although a tight curly perm was not a style Maggie Hudson from 2022 would have chosen, I really did like it and I thought I looked quite cute and in keeping with the times. A tight curly perm suited Margaret Ward from 1953.
That is until the next stage of the process.
"Now, if you are working for Mr Brown at the bank, he likes his staff to wear their hair short and off their collar, so we need to take you shorter." exclaimed Audrey.
Audrey unhooked a pair or hair clippers from a hook on the wall and pushing my head forward said "I am just taking the back and sides down a little shorter."
The warm metal of the clipper blades vibrated at the base of my nape and I felt them being pushed up towards my crown. Instead of seeing long sections of my auburn hair fall on my lap I witnessed small tight curls pooling there. After clipping the hair on my nape she clipped the hair around and above my ears. Once finished Audrey released the downward pressure on my head allowing me to look at my reflection. Oh my goodness, the hair around and above my ears had been clipped to a short stubble and I could see white skin peeping through where once the cute little curls had been. My new hair line started an good half inch above the top of my ears. Audrey held up a hand mirror to the back of my head. The high hair line continued around to my nape leaving nothing below it but short stubble.
"There we go Mrs Ward, is that short enough or should I take it higher?" asked Audrey.
"No that's absolutely perfect, thank you," I replied "Just how I wanted it."
If I thought that the other women's perms where short and tighter then mine was off the scale.
With my new hair style complete I paid Audrey.
"Now that we have given you a sensible hair style and suitable length for working in Mr Brown's bank, we will have to keep it like that. I will book you in for next month." said Audrey.
Just as I was leaving the salon a young girl entered with an older woman who I presumed was her mother.
"Hello Audrey, this is my daughter and she has come to have all that silly hair cut off and have a lovely sensible perm." the woman said.
The young girl looked towards me and saw my perm and clipped nape only to burst into tears.
Oh, dear did my new style look so severe.
Appreciation for my new hair style.
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Before heading back home I decided to do some shopping and found some very nice items in the department store.
I let myself into 27 Royal Avenue and called out to Frank but was met with silence. It was then I discovered the note on the kitchen table.
HAD TO GO OUT. WILL BE BACK AROUND 2PM FRANK
Perfect I thought to myself. I ran upstairs and bathed giving my pussy another quick shave, Frank does like the look and feel of my smooth mound.
I dressed in my new purchase, a black see through negligee. 2 pm arrived and I heard Frank's key in the door. I ran into the kitchen and stood at the kitchen sink pretending to wash the dishes.
"Margaret, are you in?" Frank shouted.
"Yes I'm in the kitchen."
Frank entered and I turned around to give him a look at my new hair style.
"Oh my goodness Margaret you look wonderful, your hair is beautiful, it is a little short around the ears and back but you look divine."
"Thank you. Do you like my new nightwear?" I replied "If you do then I will have to invest in more underwear and nightwear like this."
"Oh, I do Margaret no more flannelette night dresses for you." said Frank
Frank took my hand and started to lead me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
"No Frank, do it here." I pleaded "Fuck me here in the kitchen, what do you think the kitchen table is for?"
I walked back to the kitchen table and bent over it, parting my legs offering myself to him.
Frank slipped inside my dripping pussy and fucked me harder than he had ever done before. He was learning fast and I would soon train him to be the man I wanted him to be. Franks pumped me mercilessly. His fingers ran through my permed hair and stroked my shaved nape.
His rigid shaft pumped faster and faster, harder and harder until he stopped grasped my tight little curls and pulled my head back and released everything he had into me. He carried on pumping as I felt his hot silky cum run down my inside thigh. Frank is getting good but still has a lot to learn.
My first day at the bank.
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I was shown to the bank manager's office by a very prim and proper young lady. She like me wore a uniform of a grey over the knee skirt, matching grey jacket and a white button up blouse. She wore her perm slightly longer than mine but like every other female employee she had a tight bubble perm cut high off the collar.
"Excuse me Mr Brown, this is Mrs Ward, it is her first day at the bank, she is the new bank cashier."
Mr Brown was a short rotund man and bald with a classic comb over. He was however very smartly dressed in a charcoal grey pinstripe suit and wore round wire rimmed spectacles on the end of his stubby nose.
"Good day Mrs Ward, welcome to the East Midlands Bank, Chesteron Branch. I run a very tight ship here and I expect all my staff to look smart and presentable at all times."
"Yes Mr Brown." I replied.
"Now I see that you have got off to a good start and your hair is very well cut, very satisfying indeed." commented Mr Brown who was now standing behind me.
I felt Mr Brown's fingers stroke the soft stubble on my nape. As he walked around me I noticed a small bulge in the front of his trousers, it was only a small bulge but definitely a bulge. Mr Brown was aroused by my clipped nape. This little man has a hair fetishism and I intend to use this to my advantage.
"Is the hair around my ears short enough Mr Brown?" I asked.
Mr Brown walked around to my side and looked up at my ears.
"Yes very good Mrs Ward, I shall have to instruct other female staff members to take note of how they should style their hair."
"Would you like to inspect it further Mr Brown? You can touch if you wish." I offered.
Mr Brown became a little flustered.
"Yes, good idea Mrs Ward." said Mr Brown enthusiastically.
I stooped down so that Mr Brown could reach my right ear. I was after all 5ft 8ins tall and Mr Brown couldn't have been much taller than 5ft 2ins. He took his podgy little fingers and stroked the soft stubble above my ear.
Mr Brown's senses must have gone into overdrive as the bulge in his trousers was growing. At this point I accidentally brushed the back of my hand against his ever growing bulge.
"Oh I do apologise Mr Brown, it was an accident. Would you like to inspect the hair above my left ear?" I offered.
"Yes good idea Mrs Ward, best to make sure they are evenly clipped."
Mr Brown reached up and with his now trembling fingers and stroked the stubble above my left ear.
I reached down to Mr Brown's bulge and unfastened the buttons on his trouser fly. Reaching in I took hold of his not so very impressive erection and released it from the confines of his long johns underwear. I lowered myself to my knees to face his inadequate 3 inch erection licking its tip. No I can't call it a cock it is too small to call it a cock, I shall refer to it as a cockette. Licking the tip of his cockette I got the desired reaction from him.
"Mrs Ward this is most unusual." he quivered.
Mr Brown did nothing to stop me except stand in front of me shaking.
Time to go in for the kill.
I swallowed Mr Brown's cockette in one simple movement. It was obviously that Mrs Brown didn't provide this service because I had barely got going when he exploded on my mouth.
I looked up to Mr Brown, looking him directly in the eye and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and swallowed.
I returned his cockette to the safety of his long johns and stood.
"Oh Mrs Ward, I do hope we can keep this episode confidential." pleaded Mr Brown.
"Certainly Mr Brown. Can I suggest that you inspect my hair on a weekly basis to ensure it conforms to your exacting standards?"
Mr Brown's face positively lit up. I had my fish on the hook and he was putty in my hands. I would use that to my advantage.
Over the following weeks Mr Brown summoned me to his office to inspect my hair and I provided a service. Mr Brown started to wear eau de cologne. The fish was securely on the hook.
Our neighbours Bob and Betty.
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Our next door neighbours, Bob and Betty were lovely and around the same age as Frank and I. Frank and Bob were best friends and would often go off for the day walking in the surrounding countryside leaving Betty and I to entertain ourselves.
Betty stood around 5ft 6ins in height. She carried a little excess weight but this made her look voluptuous. She had light brown hair and I couldn't tell you how long it was because she always wore it up.
It was one of Frank and Bob's days out walking in the countryside when Betty called around to share and enjoy a pot of tea.
After chatting for a while about nothing important Betty leaned into me and whispered "Frank has told Bob that you shave down there."
Betty pointed towards her own crotch.
"Yes I do, you should try it. Bob would love it." I replied.
"Does it not feel and look funny?" she asked.
"Come with me." I said.
I took Betty by the hand and led her to the privacy of my bedroom.
I unfastened my dress and let it slip to the floor, I took off my petticoat and stood in front of Betty in my girdle and stockings.
I took off my panties giving Betty an unrivalled view of my shaved pussy.
Betty looked a little embarrassed and her cheeks blushed.
"You should give it a go." I suggested.
"I couldn't, I think I would injure myself." was Betty's response.
"I will do it." I offered.
Before she could argue I went in search of Frank's safety razor and shaving stick. Poor Frank, he knew that I used his razor to shave myself but I don't know what he would think of using it to shave our neighbour.
I returned with my equipment. I coaxed Betty into removing her dress and panties. Betty sat on the edge of my bed in her bra, stockings and suspenders with her very bushy bush on display. This was going to be a task. I used a pair of small scissors to thin the down foliage and after lathering her mound I set to work stripping her of her public hair. With the skill of a master pussy shaver, I soon had Betty's pussy hairless.
"Touch it." I said.
"No, it's private. I can't touch myself in front of you." she replied. I sat on the edge of the bed next to Betty. Two respectable suburban housewives sat next to each other with our pussys on display. I took hold of Betty's hand and placed it on her hairless mound coaxing her forefinger between her beautiful moist lips. Betty's finger stroked the folds of her pussy slowly moving towards her clit. Betty's inhibitions disappearing with each stroke of her finger, she was soon in a world of her own finger fucking herself. Becky lay back onto the bed.
My fingers were not left to idle as they reached deep inside me. Watching Betty had aroused something inside me that I didn't know existed. I knelt on the floor in front of Betty's open legs dangling from the side of the bed, reaching up I removed Betty's fingers from her pussy and replaced them with my tongue. Betty showed no resistance to my advances but opened her legs wider inviting my tongue to explore further into her warm moist folds. My tongue caressed her folds and teased her clit. Betty's moans and screams of pleasure sent ripples through my body. My fingers returned to my dripping pussy rubbing my erect clit.
Betty's body trembled, she screamed out "God more please don't ever stop."
Betty gripped my hair with both hands pulling me further into her. Her warm rich juice gushed into my mouth. I swallowed sending my body into overdrive; reaching the point of no return I squirted my sex onto the bedroom floor.
I looked up at Betty expecting to see shock and embarrassment on her face but she had a dreamy smile on her face. She reached down to me and pulled me onto the bed kissing me, sharing the taste of her own sex.
Betty and I now have frequent chats over a pot of tea whilst our husbands are out walking in the countryside. She is my guilty secret.
My Regular visit to Audrey's Salon.
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Tomorrow is my regular monthly visit to Audrey's salon. Three months have passed since my first visit and I now look forward having my hair cut and permed. I love to chat and catch up with Audrey and all her gossip. Most of Audrey's clients are regulars and are just having their hair repermed but occasionally a new client appears and its exciting to watch them have their long hair cut and permed. I am developing quite a hair fetishism.
Shortly after eating our evening meal there is a knock at the door, it's Betty.
"Hi Margaret, I have an appointment at Audrey's tomorrow to have my hair done could I catch the bus into town with you?
"Yes of course, my appointment is at 11am with Audrey." I replied.
"Mine is at 10.45am with Beryl."
Beryl is Audrey's assistant.
"You do know that the only style Audrey and Beryl seem to do is a perm so if you go to Audrey's you will be losing all your hair." I said.
"Yes I know, I not very happy about it but ever since Bob saw your perm he wants me to get mine done but I have told him that I am not having my nape and around my ears clipped."
Tomorrow was going to be a good day. I was going to watch my guilty secret have her hair cut and permed.
Saturday arrived and Betty and I stood outside Audrey's salon and I could see that she was having doubts. A woman in her late 20's exited the salon. It was Edna who worked in the same bank as me. She had obviously just had her hair repermed and it was good to see that her nape and the hair above and around her ears had been clipped nice and short. After seeing my hair Mr Brown implemented a new regulation cut for all female employees. We must wear our hair in a short bubble perm style and all hair above and around our ears and nape must be clipped. The hair above our ears must be clipped no lower than a half inch above the top of our ears.
Hi Betty, how are you?" asked Edna.
"I'm fine thank you, just about to have my monthly cut and perm." I replied.
"Mr Brown is getting a little too strict for my liking making us have our hair clipped as well as a perm." Moaned Edna.
'Anyway I must dash, see you at work on Monday." I said goodbye to Edna.
Betty was now looking extremely worried after seeing Edna's perm.
"Don't worry its only employees of the bank that has to have such a severe cut." I reassured her.
The salon was busy as usual but it wasn't long before Beryl called Betty to her styling chair.
Poor Betty looked terrified as she sat in Beryl's chair.
Beryl released Betty's hair from the confines of its bun. It was wonderful to watch as it cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. Beryl combed Betty's hair out combing it over her face. Beryl positioned her scissors midway up Betty's forehead and with two snips of the scissors Betty had a very blunt fringe. Beryl worked fast and efficiently and in no time at all Betty's beautiful long dark brown hair was gone to be replaced with the standard 2 inch length pre perm cut.
"OK Mrs Ward, I'm ready for you now" shouted Audrey.
I sat in the vacant chair next to Betty as she sat having perm rods put in her hair.
"Is it the usual Mrs Ward?" asked Audrey.
"The perm as normal but when you have clipped my nape and around my ears I would like you to shave it please. I want my nape and around my ears to be cleanly shaved and I might possibly go a little shorter" I replied.
"Oh dear that does sound rather severe. Is Mr Brown changing the dress code again at the bank?" Audrey asked.
"Yes I believe he is." I replied.
Or at least he will be doing after he gives me my Monday morning hair inspection. I had Mr Brown in the palm of my hand.
Audrey washed and cut my hair before curling it in the perm rods. I sat next to Betty under the dryers.
"See it wasn't so bad was it?" I said.
"I don't know I haven't seen it yet." Betty said with a worried look on her face.
I put a reassuring hand on her knee but left it there a little too long stroking her leg.
"Stop it naughty, maybe later." Betty scolded.
Betty and I returned to the stylist chairs and our perm rods removed. I was used to seeing my head covered in curls but when I looked across at Betty she took my breath away. She looked so cute and sexy. Beryl had styled her hair into a soft and very feminine bubble perm that just skirted the tops of her ears. The back was styled so that it sat just above her collar. I couldn't wait to run my fingers through those soft delicate curls.
My hairstyle was more severe than Betty's and it was just about to get even more so.
Audrey used the clippers on my nape and the skin above and around my ears.
"How's that, is that short enough?" Audrey asked.
She had cut it to Mr Brown's regulation half inch above the ear but I was about to up the stakes.
"Could you take it a little higher all around, say another half of an inch please?"
Audrey placed her comb higher into my curls and trimmed a further half inch from my hair raising my new hair line even higher. Placing the clippers back on their hook she lathered my nape and the now expanding gap of skin between my ears and my hair. With a straight cut razor she scrapped away the foam and with it the remnants of my hair. The feel of the cold steel of the razors edge against the sensitive skin of my nape was electrifying. My loins began to ache and my inner thigh became more than just moist. If Audrey carried this in much longer then I would embarrass myself. Finally, Audrey wiped my nape and the skin around my ears with a towel giving me my first look at my new style.
Oh my that is short.
The helmet of curls now finished a good inch above my ears and the skin below my hair line was just pure white shaved skin. I reached up and touched the skin on my nape. It felt so smooth until it reaches the curls well above my occipital bone. This was going to send Mr Brown into orbit and ready for the next part of my plan.
I looked across at Betty. She simply smiled and blew me a kiss, the little temptress.
Before returning home Betty and I visited the lingerie department at the local department store. I bought two pairs of French knickers, one black and one ivory, plus two bullet bras again one black and one ivory. Betty bought a lovely ivory coloured see through negligee. Bob was in for a treat this evening.
Frank's appreciation of my new lingerie.
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Frank gasped when he set eyes on me wearing my black French knickers and bullet bra. He pinned me against the bedroom wall stroking my freshly shaved nape. Sandwiched between the bedroom wall and Frank I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his body crossing my ankles to lock myself into position.
Even in a state of high arousal Frank was still a gentleman, softly placing the tip of his penis inside my moist lips slowly and gently making love to me, his fingers continued to stroke the skin on my nape.
The thrust and depth of Frank's strokes increased until I felt the satisfying length of his 8 inches. Frank was getting good now as I reached orgasm before him, squirting my juice over his groin. Hearing my screams of pleasure Frank thrust harder until his body trembled releasing his hot silky cum deep inside me.
Frank pulled away from me and turned me to face the wall.
"Down on your knees." Frank commanded.
The tone of Frank's was very forceful. I liked the new Frank.
I felt the tip of Frank's cock stroke the shaved skin of my nape slowly tracing a path towards my ear. I turned my head and took his full 8 inches. His thrust was no longer gentle as he pumped my mouth, his tip pushing down my throat making me gag. Frank took hold of my curls and drew my head further into his groin. I couldn't breathe and started to panic but I loved the feeling of helplessness. I patted his thighs as a sign that I needed to breathe. Frank released his grip on my head but continued pumping faster and faster until I felt his cock start to pulse. Before he released his cum he withdrew his cock and ejaculated over my face. That was one of the latest tricks I had taught him. I licked his soft silky load from my lips, smiled at him and said "Thank you."
Monday morning at the bank.
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Mr Brown was beside himself when he saw my new shorter hair style. He stood shaking uncontrollably as his fingers reached up to stroke the shaved skin of my nape.
Time to up the stakes.
"Mr Brown I have something personal to ask you, could you ensure we have privacy?"
Mr Brown left his office to speak to his secretary whilst I took the opportunity to remove my blouse and skirt. I stood waiting for Mr Brown in my ivory coloured French knickers and matching bullet bra,
Mr Brown returned. Hi face was a picture standing with his mouth open like a little boy in a sweet shop.
"Mr Brown can I ask you something?"
"Yes whatever you wish Mrs Ward."
"I believe that you are accepting applications for the position of assistant branch manager and if this is the case would I be considered if I applied?"
"Without hesitation Mrs Ward."
Mr Brown stood waiting for me to sink to my knees and service him.
"Not today Mr Brown, today I want you to fuck me."
I removed my French knickers and gave Mr Brown his first look of my shaved pussy. He reached forward in an attempt to touch me but I swatted his hand away.
"Tutt Tutt Mr Brown no touching." I scolded him.
I had Mr Brown exactly where I wanted him. Under my control.
I turned away from him and bent over his oak with leather inlay bank manager's desk opening my legs and inviting him in.
I waited patiently for him with legs spread eagle. What the he'll was he doing? I could her sounds as if he was trying to undress. I glanced over my shoulder to see Mr Brown naked apart from his leg length long Johns with his 3 inch erection poking out. This was not going to be an earth moving experience.
Mr Brown entered me, or at least I think he did it was hard to tell. He banged away making terrible grunting noises so I made all the right sounds as if I was enjoying myself. I was more interested in his desk, it really was impressive. I wonder if the assistant manager's desk was just as grand.
Shortly after my Monday morning hair inspection Mr Brown drafted a memo to all female staff stating that the latest requirements for dress code were that all female staff had to wear their hair shorter and be at least 1 inch above the top of their ears. Clipped hair on the nape and above the ear was no longer sufficient and must now be shaved.
Perfect, that should cause unrest amongst the staff. Mr Brown was falling into my trap.
Six months after starting work at the bank.
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I have some wonderful gossip for when I next visit Audrey's salon. I am now the assistant bank manager.
Mr Brown and I have adjoining offices which gives him more opportunity to inspect my hair but I think he is more interested in the parts of me that are devoid of hair. He is besotted with me and will do practically anything I ask. I told him that I thought he would suit a moustache and he grew one.I told him that he should think about covering up his grey hairs and he now has jet black hair. I also suggested that I thought the other female employees may like a little more attention from their very handsome manager.
Twelve months after starting work at the bank.
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Some rather said news I'm afraid.
Poor Mr Brown had been called to head office to answer allegations of sexual misconduct, apparently he had been stroking the nape of female employees and has since been demoted to a very junior position at head office. So as a consequence, I am now the bank manager at East Midlands Bank, Chesteron Branch and I have a very impressive oak desk with leather inlay.
My first job as branch manager was to draft a memo to all female employees with regards to dress codes. Female employees would no longer have to wear their hair in a curly permed style with shaved nape but could grow and style their hair as they wished. I became an instant success amongst the female employees.
With regards to my hair I am not quite sure what to do. Frank likes my curly perm and he adores my shaved nape but I do long to have my long auburn hair back. Perhaps I could satisfy both of us and grow my hair back but have an undercut with a shaved nape.
A hairstyle ahead of its time I know but if the opportunity arises, grab it with both hands and make it work for you.
Oh nearly forgot to mention. Betty is still a regular visitor and we still drink tea and chat. As a matter of fact, we do more than chat. Betty is now quite liberated and it is delightful to see her cute head of tight curls nestling between my thighs. Sex with Betty is now equally as good as sex with Frank. I wonder what her husband Bob is like in the bedroom department.
The End Love and kisses
Mrs Margaret Ward Bank Manager East Midlands Bank Chesteron Branch.
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