Megan the maid looked a little upset but it quickly faded, as she said “Don’t fight it Jill, I am happy and obedient now. I love being a Bunslave and soon you will be just like me”
“I DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE YOU” shouted Jill
Megan took a step back from Jackie and stood bolt up right.
“Once Vanessa is done in the Salon, it will be your turn. It’s for the best, please don’t resist your appointment. ” said Megan, giving a gesture towards the shut door that led into the Salon area.
“How could give in so quickly? YOU were the strong one” Jackie cried out, trying to hold the tears back.
“I did resist at first but once I understood the joy of being a Bunslave, I had to submit to my Bun” said Megan.
Jackie was about to response, when suddenly the door to the salon opened and in the doorway was Vanessa. She was dressed in a maid uniform, her hair in a perfectly made bun just like Megan.
“Vanessa….no” said Jill, wide eyed and in shock.
Vanessa turned towards Jill, with a happy smile on her face said “your appointment is ready. They are waiting for you Jill”
“No..no..no..no..no..no” said Jill in disbelief, as both Megan and Vanessa helped her to her feet and led her into the salon.
“Really? Hypnotic Brainwashing using Hair Salons? And Fashion Boutiques? And that silly idea about pantyhose taking over the world? You, my dear have been reading too much fantasy nonsense on the internet. Now just sit right down here so I can talk some sense into you…!”
already she could barely move at all…and her skin…it took on a waxy sheen as if … as if it was turning to plastic… her eyes were fixed in a glassy stare and… even her thoughts were slowing down…as if they too were turning solid…
“It…it…the…Pearlyhose? She…gave …me?” Thinking was nearly impossible now, but she could still see her friend within her field of vision. Her so-called friend who insisted she try on this new hosiery…the Pearlyhose.
“Yes. Yes, sweetie" Her friend said, as if reading her mind. “It’s the Pearlyhose. You see, they’re opening up a new Boutique at the Hypno Salon and Spa Resort and they need some display mannequins, for clothes and whatnot. So I thought you’d be perfect…"
“Just imagine all the fun you’ll have, being dressed in all different kinds of outfits and then undressed again. All those hands running all over your body, rubbing and touching. I’m almost jealous… Almost.”
When she was first hired to work in the Executive Offices of the Hypno Salon and Spa Resort, she thought it would be like a typical office job. Which it was. However, after the mandatory training videos, and the complementary Salon visits and Spa treatments, she began to have second thoughts about the company and it’s goals. But, after a small adjustment period, she realized that her fears were unnecessary, as well as her resistance and her thoughts.
“What? You mean you haven’t heard of wearing Pearlyhose with your bikini? They do it all the time at the Resort… Y’know, the Hypno Salon and Spa Resort. I’m going back tomorrow, want to come with? There’s always room for one more…”
With the 3 women now under the control of their Pearlyhose hosiery. They are all very happy to be working at the Hypno Salon and Spa resort now. However they still need to get the Salon uniforms and their hair put into a Bun.
“…So my Coach got me this new costume for the Competition…it feels really great…I think she said it’s made of some…I dunno….Pearlyhose material? It’s like I never wanna take it off…!
Oh, and she also took me to some new Salon, never heard of it before, an’ they did my hair, it was really relaxing…so swirly…
doesn’t my hair look pretty? And what was it they kept saying…?
you watch her zoom by every day… every single day like clockwork she goes past, hair always up in a Bun, legs always covered in skintight fabric. you wonder where she is going. you wonder what she does. you wonder why always the Bun? you imagine you can see through her skin tight leggings if only a little, and catch a glimpse of a tantalizing thong. you fantasize about her riding you as she does her bicycle, your head trapped between her muscular thighs, her weight pressing you down, forcing you to worship…
you notice a small white rectangle on the ground, it wasn’t there before she came through. A business card. A certain Salon.
