Permanent For Life

things had happened so fast and progressed so far I was afraid to
back out now. I certainly could not just walk out in this
condition. I must admit that I was enjoying the great feelings of
excitement and anticipation that had come over me. Even though I
was beginning to suspect that Ms. Merrill had more in store for
me than just a permanent wave I seemed powerless to resist. The
restriction of the foundation garment constantly reminded me of
the huge erection I had, and it seemed to be growing by the
minute.
The two operators had finished securing the last roller and
all of my hair was now completely fastened up in these curling
devices. Such strangely exciting feelings coursed through me as I
stared at my reflection in this condition. Janice re-wet all of
my hair on the rollers with the same lotion, and asked me to
please be seated in the chair under the permanent waving machine.
As I arose from the styling chair I realized just how heavy and
uncomfortable these rollers were. Ms. Merrill had taken photos of
the completed rolling and now that I was seated in the chair was
taking more as Tara commenced placing a clamp over each roller.
These clamps were attached to insulated wires that hung from the
head of the machine. The clamps were cylindrical and completely
covered the hair wound on the roller.

I watched my reflection in
the mirrored wall with fascination, each time Tara attached
another clamp my excitement and euphoric feeling seemed to mount
to a higher level. It was obvious to me now that any idea I might
have had about backing out was impossible. I was securely
fastened to the machine with so many wires and clamps, that only
one of the operators could free me. I sensed that Ms. Merrill had
no intention of allowing that to happen. My hair was going to be
permanently waved by these women and there was nothing I could do
now to stop it. Tara had now completed placing all of the clamps,
and was adjusting dials and switches on the control panel of the
machine above my head.