I awoke with a bitter taste in my mouth.  Blech!  I tried to open my mouth to let some of the bad taste out and was rewarded with a mouthful of hair.  I had long, platinum blonde hair in my face and couldn't see a thing.  My hair had become so annoying when it was just in my eyes!  How was I going to put up with hair I could inhale?!  I reached up to push the hair out of my face.  'Clink' was the noise made as my hand barely made it to my waist and was stopped by something.  A pair of 'clinks' and I knew both my arms were restrained at my sides.  What was going on?!  I'd forgotten what had happened, but it rushed back to my memory... I had just told Luanne that I wasn't going to listen to her commands any more.  That I was going to get my extensions removed if I had to cut them out.  But what was this?  I was laying on my front, flat as a plank of wood, on one of the reclining chairs back in the beauty salon!  Peering between a gap in my hair, so much hair, I could see luckily a curtain had been drawn around the chair, so no one could see me wiggling around.  Trying to get up, it was as if my whole body, from neck to knees at least, were stiff as a board!  And of course my arms were stuck at my sides.  I struggled to raise my head at the neck to look down at my body and what I saw was terrifying.  What I was being held by were multiple metal bands going down my body.  And they were tight!  I could feel the restriction.  I could feel one around my neck, one around my chest, waist, just below my hips and just above my knees.  A metal bar went straight down, connecting them all.  What was this?!  Luanne must've heard the 'clink' of my restraints, because the curtain quickly whisked open and she stepped in, pulling the curtain closed behind.  After giving me a quick look from top to bottom, she grabbed the metal bar and levered me up off the chair and onto my feet.  I quickly realized I was wearing heels on my feet as Luanne had to steady me. 

Now that I could see myself in the wall mirror opposite the chair, I was horrified.  I could clearly see why I couldn't move my arms.  There were little chains connected just below my hips.  I strained and wiggled, but even though the chains looked delicate, there was no give at all.  I couldn't help but notice the very tight band around my waist squeezed me in and made it look like I had a girls waist and hips!  Worse, I could see that it was all hooked together by the metal bar, and it was held in place by a heart-shaped lock on the collar around my neck.  Even if you put the keys to the lock in my hands, there was no way I could get out of this.  I turned to Luanne, a look of sheer panic on my face.




  "Do you like your new accessory?" Luanne asked, engaging in some serious gloating.  "I call it the 'Iron Maiden'.  The 'Maiden' because you'll find it's impossible to bend or sit while you're wearing it.  The only way you'll be able to walk in that tight hobble is by wiggling your little tush and walking just like a proper maiden.  I think the 'Iron' part is self explanatory.", she finished with an evil grin.  "Now, let's get you dressed!"

Without delay, I was plunged into darkness as material was pulled over my head.  Soon my head popped out a neckhole and I was able to see I was in a horribly tight pink dress.  It had a tight ruffly collar that concealed the metal collar underneath.  The top looked like some kind of ruffly bib with a big pink heart in the middle.  The skirt part of the dress had a ruffly peplum, descending into a hobble skirt with a mermaid ruffle on the hem.  Of course the skirt wasn't holding my knees together, it was the far less forgiving metal band underneath.  Luanne topped it off with some elbow length pink gloves, quickly disconnecting, sliding on the glove then re-connecting the little chains at my hip.  She topped it off, literally and figuratively, with a big floppy bow in my hair.  Luanne looked at the bow for a moment, then tilted it to my left.

I was speechless.  I was completely bound within the iron maiden, but over top was an absolutely humiliating dress that made me look like the girliest girl who ever walked the earth!  Worse, there was no indicator of the stiff bondage under the dress.  Even the little wrist chains were hidden in the peplum of the skirt!  Luanne took great joy in pinning a pink salon name-tag with trailing ribbons on my chest that clearly said 'Tony'.  And there was absolutely nothing I could do to remove any of it.  I struggled a bit, but my every movement just looked like I was being stiff, dainty and... Girly!  I'd had enough.  I couldn't handle this.  I'd already decided not to antagonize Luanne before, and now that I had a taste of what she had in mind, I was ready to wave the white flag and surrender.  I'd agree to whatever she wanted.  But she wasn't done teaching me a lesson...




  "You asked what would happen if you cut out your extensions without my permission?  Well, here we are back to Salon Très Féminin."  Luanne gestured grandly at the salon around us.  "Luckily I overheard they need a receptionist to greet the customers!  Wouldn't you be perfect for the job?"  Luanne idly straightened the ruffles on the dress while I recoiled in horror.  She couldn't be serious!  Horrible enough to be greeting people in such a humiliating outfit... But there were girls from my school who went here!  If they saw me, my life at school would be ruined and right now, that was the only thing I had!

  "Yes, if I can't trust you not to cut off your extensions, I'm afraid you're going to have to have a summer job working at the salon wearing this."   I couldn't believe it.  I squirmed in the bondage, barely able to move.  I tried to unhook or untie anything, but the metal braces locked to my wrists and chained below my hips made sure nothing was coming off without help.  Luanne continued.  "Know that no matter what damage you do to your hair, the finest minds in this salon will figure out how to undo.  Even if you shave your head, there are always wigs.  But their help would come with a price.  Can't you just see yourself working as a receptionist?  Oh, wouldn't that be darling?"  I was speechless.  Luanne took me by the collar, and pulled my face so close to hers, I thought we were going to kiss.  "So you see," Luanne continued softly, "It's all up to you.  Be a good little boy, or... " With that, she grabbed my arm in a tight grip.  "Imagine how much fun it will be to stand at the front of salon, calling peoples names to tell them the stylist is ready for them.  Why, I'm positive that a girl named 'Kaylee' has an appointment for later today.  In about fifteen minutes, I think.  Isn't she in your class at school?"  With that, Luanne moved towards the curtain, miming as if she was going to pull it aside, exposing me to the whole salon.  Kaylee?  Why did it have to be Kaylee!  Not only was she one of the people who knew me well enough to recognize me instantly, even in this outfit and without the name-tag, she was also one of the few people who would not hesitate to tell everyone and ruin me forever!  No, no, no!!  I couldn't let this happen! 

  "OK, you win." I said, softly.  "I won't do anything to my hair.  Please take it off."  Luanne just grinned.  "Hurry!", I pleaded.
  "Oh no.  I'm enjoying this far too much for it to end now."  I wasn't sure what to do.  I couldn't let this happen.  I had to do something.  And from an utter pit of desperation, I started to try and make a deal with Luanne.  Surprisingly, despite her being in a position of complete power and me with none at all... She was listening.  But as I started to talk, of course she couldn't resist showing how completely in her power I was.

  "Hmm... I don't know, Tony" she grinned, tapping my little name-tag.  "Maybe we could work something out.  But before that, there's one little thing you're going to have to do.  I'm afraid that we're almost out of time with this chair.  I'd like you to walk to the front and tell the receptionist we're going to need it for a bit longer."  I could feel my blood turning ice cold.  She couldn't really mean to... She wouldn't... And with that, Luanne pulled the curtain aside and gave me a slight push.  I had to make quick little steps, 'tik, tik, tik' in my high heels to keep my balance, walking out beyond the curtain.

I froze.  Suddenly all the ladies at the salon could see me!  Long hair swaying, wearing the most humiliating little pink girly girl outfit imaginable!  I could feel my blood turning from ice to fire as I blushed.  My face was quickly pinker than the dress! 

  "Better hurry, dear" Luanne gently reminded.  "I think Kaylee is coming in for her appointment shortly and you probably don't want to meet her in the reception area."  Luanne ended that last part with a giggle.  We were at the far end of the salon, so it was a long walk all the way to the front!  I took my first tentative step.  Balancing in high heels, without my arms for balance, only able to take the teeniest steps with my knees pinned together, I almost fell forward.  I knew, deep inside, that if I fell Luanne wouldn't help me.  I'd have to lay on the floor helpless until Kaylee arrived, I was sure of it!  I regained my balance and took another tiny step.  I could hear Luanne's mocking laughter.  "Oh my, you'll never make it at that pace!"  She was right!  I had to make it before Kaylee arrived!  I started to experiment.  I found if I swiveled my hips, I could take a slightly longer stride.  Holding my hands out as far as I could acted the same way that a bar works for a tight-rope walker.  I had my hands outstretched at the wrist, palms parallel to the floor.  It was absolutely the most feminine way you can hold your hands while walking, but I had to do it to keep my balance.  'Tik tik tik' went my heels as I furiously swung my hips, moving my butt back and forth in the tight dress, my long hair swaying back and forth.  If I could've seen how I looked, moving like like an ultra effeminate bimbo, I would've been absolutely humiliated.  But I didn't care how I looked at the moment... I was focused on my need to make it to the front before Kaylee arrived!

Soon, although it felt like it took hours, I'd reached the front.  I scanned the waiting area.  No Kaylee!  I'd made it!  Whew!  I'd done it.  I did my 'tik tik tik' up to the receptionist. 
  "We need more time at the chair in the back corner.  Kthanxbye!", and I turned to make the humiliating return to Luanne.  I'd just started my way back, when I heard...
  "I'm sorry?  What did you say?", the receptionist said to me.  I had to stop and wiggle my way back to her.  What's wrong with her?  Couldn't she see I was in a hurry?  She was another petite little woman, close to Luanne's size.  She was dressed in the same shades of pink that I was.  Obviously those were the salon colours.  But her style was 50's receptionist.  From the vintage 50's wing-tip glasses to the dress with the flipped white collar and the poofy petticoat she was obviously wearing.  Her brunette hair was in a bouffant bubble style with the ends flipped up, making her look like she'd just stepped out of a historical film.
  "We need more time at the..."  The receptionist looked at me, and interrupted me!
  "Tony!  You really should spell that with an 'i' or something or people will think you're a boy.", she said, reading my little nametag.  I looked around, hoping no one had heard her call out my name.  "Plus then we could put a little heart over the 'i'."  She giggled at the thought.  Was she for real?  "So I hear you're going to join us at reception?  Did you want me to show you around?"  I started to respond, but she just carried on.  "I love the bow!"  Without even asking permission, she reached up and straightened the bow in my hair!  And there was not a thing I could do about it.  "But you need some style to this hair if you're going to work here.  We're kind of like walking advertisements for the salon you know.  The girls love to experiment on us receptionists.  They might go a little over the top, you would not believe the crazy things they dress me up in, but at least it's free!"  I stared at the receptionist.  As horrible as it would be working in the salon, wearing this horrible iron maiden, I was starting to think working with this woman would be worse.  Why wouldn't she stop talking?  She interpreted my stare in a different way.  "Oh my goodness, do you like my hair?  We could do you in a retro look too!  There are some dresses in the back that were a little too girly for me, but they'd be perfect for a delicate flower like you!  You'd look amazing in a nice bouffant!"  She paused a moment, obviously reminded of her own hairstyle.  "You would not believe how much hairspray some of these styles take!  When I got home and tried to wash it out..."  As I scanned around while this woman blathered on about hair, I saw the door to the reception open... And in walked Kaylee!  Ahhh!   
  "We need more time at the chair in the back corner!" I said, quickly turning to try and make my escape.  I quickly did 'tik tik tik' back to the chair, expecting Kaylee to see me at any moment.  For a moment I thought the receptionist was going to call out "Tony!" or something in front of Kaylee, but luckily, she was distracted by the new arrivals.  I moved as fast as I dared because I knew the next thing that was going to happen was that the receptionist was going to escort them to the back and if I was still in the open, they'd notice me for sure!  I moved as fast as I could, flirting with the danger of losing my footing with every step.  I wiggled my hips like the girliest sprinter ever!  I had to make it!

As I returned to the chair, I could hear Luanne laughing at my frantically wiggling strides long before I made it back.  But I was in such a rush to get back behind that curtain, I didn't care.  Once I stepped behind the curtain, it took a while, but I was able to gather my breath.  Listening carefully, I could hear Kaylee's voice as she talked to the receptionist!  They'd were taking her to the chair right next to us!  Whew!  That was too close!  Thank goodness that curtain was between us.  I realized I was holding my breath.

  "OK", Luanne smiled like we were old friends.  "Now that I'm amused, we can discuss how this is going to go."  Luanne grabbed me and maneuvered me so I was standing between her and the salon chair.  With my wrists chained to my waist, Luanne was able to thread her hands around my waist above the chains with her hands resting on my butt.  She held us firmly together in a hold I could never break free from.  She pulled me close so that we were standing face to face, with her massive chest pressed into mine.  I felt so helpless.  This time, for sure, I thought she was going to kiss me!  Instead, she bent over slightly and buried her nose in my hair.  She took a deep breath, and then she grinned down at me, still holding me close.  "You smell so pretty!" she taunted me.

Hesitantly, I began to propose 'terms' of our agreement, at least what I wanted.  It was so humiliating, to be held by her like a man would hold a woman, and to be forced to whisper fearing that Kaylee, who was only feet away, would hear my voice and recognize it.  Someone seeing us would think we were a couple and that we were whispering intimate things to each other.  But beggars can't be choosers and Luanne seemed to be listening to what I had to say.  Soon we were having the conversation I'd been wanting to have for a while.  Really, I was interested in only one thing.  Keeping Luanne from messing up my school life.  By the end of summer, I wanted my buzzcut, and I wanted to be able to go back to school wearing clothes that I got to select.  I wanted all this dress up nonsense to be done when school started again.  Surprisingly, Luanne seemed receptive.  Soon we had a basic agreement.  Here was the deal in a nutshell; At the end of the summer, I'd get to change my appearance however I wanted.  No longer would Luanne have any say on how I looked, which included hair, clothes, everything.  But, in return, I agreed to give Luanne the rights to my 'look' all summer.  She was able to do my clothes, put makeup on me, accessories, etc.  She could do 'whatever' (she really emphasized that word) she wanted to me to make me look the way she wanted and I would offer no resistance.  I would be her willing living doll, day and night.  As if to emphasize the point, she took one hand and adjusted the large, floppy bow in my hair, tilting it left to her satisfaction.  I tried to negotiate and added a request that she wouldn't put my bed-time outfit on me until later in the evening.  I had visions of her making me wear that baby romper all day long.  She rejected that outright with a simple 'no' while she brushed my long, platinum hair back from my face.  It was a clear reminder who really held the power here. 
  "I want you to understand, Tony, that you'd wear whatever I wanted.  If I want you in that baby romper all day, you'll wear it or no deal."  Then she smiled generously.  "If it helps, I can assure you the outfits you'd be wearing this summer would be a lot more fun than that boring old romper."  She thought for a moment.  "Or is there some other reason why you ask?"
  "Umm, well, it's because I can't play my video games in the bed-time outfit" I confessed.  That seemed to make her thoughtful.
  "You know, I think I have a solution so you'll be able to play.  But understand that it's not part of our agreement.  If I dress you in an outfit that keeps you from playing video games, that's just too bad."  I wasn't happy about it, but I understood what she was saying.   
 
So it seemed we were in agreement.  Simply put, I'd wear anything she wanted me to for the summer, and then when school started, she would let me wear whatever I wanted.
  "I will be your fashion-slave for the summer."  As soon as I said it, I regretted it.  Luanne grinned her wide grin just a little too much at my use of the word, slave.  Then I got an idea to take advantage of her good mood.  Maybe my poor word choice could work to my advantage.  Maybe I could get one more item I'd been wanting. 

I had also started to feel that Luanne wasn't doing enough about my gynecomastia.  My breasts were starting to get too big for the training bras and whenever I brought it up, she'd just act as if it was no big deal and all we could do was wait.  That she was holding me tight that very moment so that her much larger breasts were pressing into my chest was a stark reminder that I had breasts pushing back, small though they might be.  I needed a second opinion!  Or at least get a real, proper doctor to take a look.  So I suggested one more item to the agreement.  Luanne had to take me to a doctor. 
  "I know you know a lot about medicine.  But I want a real doctor." I told her.  As soon as I let that slip, I worried I went too far, that she might take offense that I was questioning her ability.  Instead of being offended as I'd feared, Luanne was strangely agreeable. 
  "If that's what my cute little maiden wants, how could I say no?" she said, giving me a childish little 'bop' on my nose like she did when she dressed me in my bedtime romper.  As I relaxed, feeling for the first time like there was a light at the end of the tunnel sooner than waiting until I was 21, I took another look in the mirror at myself in this horrible outfit.  And it began to dawn on me that the outfit I was wearing wasn't just the most humiliating thing Luanne could find at a moment's notice.  This had been custom made some time ago, obviously.  But why?  Was it for Luanne?  How would she have an outfit like this?  And even though we were close in size, I was a bit smaller than Luanne and the outfit was a perfect fit for me.  It had to be made for me.  But how could she have known?  As I looked in the mirror, I could also see Luanne and it was clear she only had eyes for me.  She was staring at me the whole time.  She really seemed to like me in this outfit because she couldn't keep her eyes and her hands off me.  While we'd been talking, most of the time her hands were resting on my butt cheeks.  Sometimes she'd give a little squeeze, smiling when it would interrupt my speaking, enjoying my obvious discomfort.  As we agreed to terms, she grabbed my collar again and pulled us close.  She got her face close to mine, and this time, for sure she was going to kiss me.  But instead, she delicately slipped the index and middle finger of her other hand into my mouth.  I didn't resist.  She wiggled her fingers, tickling the roof of my mouth and... I couldn't help it, I started to suck.  I sucked and sucked and Luanne seemed to really be enjoying it.  She pushed me until my back was against the hairstylist chair.  She pressed her enormous breasts into my chest, pinning me there.  She started thrusting her body against me.  Her eyes rolled up, and she started breathing heavily.  I could feel her breath on my face and I wanted to say something, but all I could do was suck on Luann's fingers while she did whatever it was she was doing.  Held as I was, I couldn't do anything.  Not that I dared to!  I knew Kaylee was still on the other side of that curtain!  Eventually Luanne gave a little shake and stopped.  She seemed to come back to her senses and pulled her fingers out of my mouth with a wet slurp.  I couldn't help it.  But she seemed to love it.  Somehow, that seemed to bring her back to normal.  Luanne's equivalent of a handshake to complete the deal, perhaps?  Luanne was so weird...

After, we both enthusiastically agreed to all we'd discussed.  The deal was I was her 'fashion-slave' for the summer, but in the fall, before school started, I became my own master and Luanne wouldn't stop me.  Luanne wrote it all down, like a contract, and signed it.  She wanted me to sign it, but of course I couldn't raise a pen.  So Luanne decided a kiss would be my signature.  She put some thick, red lipstick on me, and had me kiss the part by her signature.  The whole day had just been so, so bizarre.  At least, at the end of it, it looked like I'd at least got some concessions from Luanne.  I just had to survive the summer and then I'd get my life back!