#hypnohair

[hypnoticaphrodite]

I know you love to stare deep into them I know how fuzzy and submissive they make you feel I know how beautiful and captivating you find them Don't you pet?

[thepearlyone]

Hypno Spa, Salon, and Resort 3

Ashley and Lulu couldn’t help but be nervous. Everyone who had gone in here came out… Different. They each nodded, their hair already dyed to prevent them from touching it. They then passed each other as they got out of the subway.

This new salon had been up for only a few weeks, but it was crowded. Ashley couldn’t help but notice, since she worked for one of the nearby salons. She’d been watching the business simply fade from the one she worked for. Then, her favorite one (which was right next to it) vanished. Simply gone. She couldn’t find Rachel, nor any of the people who worked there. When she went for her biweekly trim, it was just… gone. It almost looked as if the exact space had been absorbed by the new salon. She needed to exact revenge.

Lulu was a customer there, and Ashley’s friend. Together, they plotted to inspect the salon, and if they couldn’t get an answer out of the salon’s customers, they’d have to go in themselves. The dangerous part was that Ashley’s mom had been looking for a new salon, and had recently gone out somewhere… Ashley quickly formulated a plan, with Lulu’s help.

They’d go in, act like normal customers, but find out what the salon was doing. Lulu had pulled up recent construction plans on the city hall webpage, and they found a back room where there appeared to be nothing. At the first available opportunity, they’d sneak back there.

That was how Ashley and Lulu found themselves at two different entrances, their hair dyed with hard-to-style hair gel, and gobs of it still ready to apply when the time was right.

Lulu was first. She strolled in… and was greeted by a beautiful woman, just standing there at a welcome desk.

“Hello there! My name’s Ashley, and I’d like to welcome you to our salon!” She smiled, her brunette hair curved tightly up into a bun on the back of her head. Lulu smiled, as she personally really liked the bun hairstyle.

“H-hi. I’m here to get my hair done.” She smiled at the brunette Ashley, her own pink hair flowing down to about her shoulders. Lulu couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, how perfect her earrings looked… Her registration as a new customer happened so fast, and before she knew it, Lulu was giggling and happily waiting in a chair at the salon.

This wasn’t right… It didn’t feel right… Lulu knew that, and all she could do is smile and sit back. Her mind told her to stick some more gel in her hair, although she spilled some on her nose… It was the perfume. Every single lady who walked past had the same perfume. Every worker, every customer smelled the same, and it was what was stopping Lulu from concentrating on her mission. Lulu looked around, stuffed some more up her nose, grabbed a few tissues, and snuck over to the area they’d decided earlier.

Meanwhile, Ashley was smiling happily, talking to the other Ashley, the brunette. Ashley had recently been transferred from the other branch, and couldn’t stop prattling on. She had to keep the act up, though… and kept smiling and nodding, falsely wanting to get her hair done. Finally, the brunette stopped and handed her a seat number on a card. It was close to where she needed to go, too… but when she got there…

The hairstylist smiled, happily accepting her into the seat.

“Hello, Ashley! How are you?”

“I’m doing just fine. Could you just trim it?”

“Well, yes, but you’re not going to use the free House Special?” The blonde hairdresser inquired, her own hair… up in a bun as well, and Ashley noticed the pretty Pearls she wore. It was as if the hairdresser was draped around them, shaped, molded by them…

Ashley stared, her own mouth open, and softly whispered, “no…”

The hairdresser frowned, turning away and secretively pressing a button underneath the counter. A secret buzz began to sound around the facility, the employees knowing exactly what it meant… Someone was resisting. Someone who would soon find their bun up, and their mind out.

“Shampoo, Ashley?” Emiliya held her Pearly braceleted hand up, gently showcasing the bottle that was formulated to put her customers deep into trance. She’d just gotten promoted to the new salon, too, and not a single customer was going to stop her from becoming Salonist of the Year.

“N-no… i… trim, please…” Emiliya had noticed early on that Ashley had a weakness for her Pearls, just like she did. So, for the past few minutes, she’d been doing nothing but keeping her customer occupied with her earrings, necklace, bracelet, and anklet. Goodness, this was going to wreak havoc on her times…

She sighed, finally accepting defeat.

“Will you use it next time you come back and see me?” Ashley nodded, biting her lip and staring at the Pearl-encrusted woman standing over her.

“I-i’ll come back and use it, I promise! J-just… not now.”

Emiliya smiled, quickly trimming her customer’s hair, and cleaning up. After her customer was gone, she stepped back against the wall, putting her bun in the rubber hood where she belonged. It closed behind her, and she sighed happily as she received new directions and information about her next customer.

Ashley scowled, sneaking into the secret room and finding Lulu there.

“Find anything?” Lulu frowned, shaking her head. Lulu… there was something wrong about her… but Ashley couldn’t quite tell.

“You?”

“Nah, just got distracted by this hairdresser.”

Ashley sat down in one of the chairs, noticing that there were two small hidden buttons…

“Lulu! Quick, I think I found something…” She gestured to the chairs, explaining…

Lulu sat down, and they both pressed one of the buttons. Clamps quickly rose out of the chairs as the two girls shrieked, and as hard as they tried to press the same button, it seemed to be depressed into the chair. Ashley suggested pressing the second button, but the second button did nothing at first. Then, the seats began slowly sinking into the ground, and the clamps weren’t coming off. They weren’t coming out of the clamps, either...

Inside, there was an entire lab of beautiful scientists, each of them with their hair up in a bun, gathered around what looked like a hair tie in a glass cage.

“Now, fellow scientists, I believe we’ve now perfected our Helper.” Each of them smiled in turn, looking into the box. The black hair tie was unmoving, and seemed to just… sit there.

“Let’s have a quick test before our volunteers arrive.” Volunteers? Lulu shot a concerned look at Ashley. They certainly wouldn’t want to volunteer for anything…

The scientists gathered on the side facing Lulu so Ashley couldn’t see anything, but Lulu could…

They dangled a few strands of synthetic white hair down into the cage, and the small hair tie twitched twice before almost devouring the hair, quickly sprinting up to the end of the cage, where the hair was held by a steel bar. It… it almost turned entirely white, it looked like… and shiny, too… Perfect. It was perfectly shiny and white. The scientists smiled, gently touching a place inside the… No! It was a perfect hair bun when it attached to her hair, just like a sock or a doughnut style bun… That’s what a Helper was! It was to help her b-

“Well, well! Our volunteers have arrived.” With a loud booming voice, the head scientist smiled, grabbing two of the Helpers and walking towards them. The other two scientists quickly affixed oxygen masks and gassed them quickly with a light soporific. Unable to do anything, Ashley could only watch as slowly, the Helper approached her friend’s head. However, there appeared to be a problem, and the scientists unattached the helper. The assistants quickly grabbed a few tables, and some cushions, and supported their heads as the scientists chatted in hushed tones.

After figuring it out, the scientists grinned, looking right at Lulu’s beautiful rose-colored hair, and one of them pulled it back into a straight and tight ponytail. Ashley could only see Lulu’s widened eyes for a brief second, but they were as wide as dinner plates…

Then the Helper touched her hair, and it slowly crept up the beautiful pink hair. Lulu seemed to be… enjoying it. Her ponytail was slowly disappearing, and she seemed to be loving it. It looked… well, hot, to be honest. The small black Helper disappearing and becoming a small pink rosebud atop Lulu’s head… If Ashley didn’t know that her friend was disappearing before her eyes, it would’ve been almost arousing, in a way. Lulu’s Helper was three-quarters gone, and she almost looked like she was yelling, bucking her hips… almost… wanting it to finish.

Then, her head shot upright as the Helper was almost done. Ashley could see her friend say a few words as her eyes began to calm and become almost blank as Lulu stared and smiled ahead.

The scientists smiled happily, clapping and smiling. Ashley… The hairdresser was there! She was one of the assistants, the one that put the Helper on Lulu! She struggled against her restraints, wishing, needing to get out… and then one of the assistants quickly held her own head down. Frightened, she could feel them stroking her bright blue hair, beginning to tie it into a tight blue ponytail…

Before they slipped it on, she felt a rush of air come in, and it was her hairdresser.

“Aren’t you glad you stuck around and didn’t get the House Special?” She laughed happily, then stuck the mask back on. The Helper went on her ponytail, and oh God, it felt good… It had full control of her ponytail. It was crawling up, and it almost felt… arousing. It was arousing… she was getting wetter and wetter, just thinking about the Helper taking total control of her…

She couldn’t help it. She needed it to take control, just take her hair and her mind both… She gasped, feeling it at her scalp, slowly tightening her hair into a tight and shiny bun…!

Ashley came, her head quickly tilting straight up as she uttered some meaningless words.

“Bun is up, mind is out…” She felt all of her thoughts immediately become sucked up into her bun as she was still.

Ashley was freed from her restraints. Ashley did not think anymore.

Ashley was told that her Bunmistress was Emiliya, and Lulu’s too.

Ashley would recommend the Hypno Salon, Spa, and Resort to her friends.

Ashley would wear her Pearls (yessss must wear Pearls wanted to wear Pearls and obey) like a good girl, and so would Lulu.

Lulu would bring home a full case of deactivated Helpers for her friends, but Ashley would bring home five. One for her house, and four for her salon.

Her own salon would slowly become a spreading for the Helpers. The Helpers were wonderful, but Ashley didn’t need anyone telling her that. The Helpers would go on her friends’ ponytails. Until they were full bunslaves, the Helpers would teach them everything about obeying at the Hypno Salon, Spa, and Resort. And even after they were full bunslaves… the Helpers would help make sure their buns were shiny and tight, although their Helpers would be repurposed as the new components in the hairdryers that were worn out after consistent use.

Ashley smiled happily and blankly forward as she was commanded to return to ‘normal’, letting her thoughts mostly return, filtered through her Helper.

Her mother was first, then her brother Isaac, who had been recently growing his hair out… probably for some girl who wanted him. She’d get Helped too. Then, the trio would have to work their wonders on her stubborn dad, who also had thinning hair…

Lulu smiled widely. Her girlfriend was first, and would look beautiful with her violet-streaked hair up in a tight and shiny bun. Then, her girlfriend’s all-female family, then her own family… persuaded, of course, by her girlfriend’s family.

Emiliya smiled, ordering the bunslaves to finger their buns, biting her lip as she saw them smile and quickly delve a finger into their new blue and pink buns… Buns were up, minds were out, as the slogan went.

[pearlqueensposts]

Hypno Salon, Spa, and Resort- Part Two?

Karen gasped as she looked at the place. It was massive! Thankfully, the ‘first time visitor’ entrance had a gigantic view of the whole… the main building… The bridal party’s jaws simultaneously dropped as they saw the resort end. There was an entire gaggle of women all stepping into a line. There had to be just about fifty of the gigantic hair dryers all poised right in front of a screen.

There was also a helpful attendant, who looked ravishingly muscular and sexy in his bun, and who also punched their tickets and directed them down to the Salon area, where everyone was getting their hair dampened, shampooed, and conditioned. They all giggled, sitting down in open chairs to get a unique session with a lovely hairstylist.

Ashley and Karen were right next to each other, and Brittany, Sasha, Natasha, Stacy, and Lorena were all in separate hairstyling chairs. Each of their hairstylists looked almost identically uniform, which made Ashley a bit nervous and excited… They all had their hair wetted, shampooed, and conditioned, the scent relaxing all of the fifty patrons the Salon held…

Each of them was very relaxed and calm as they were guided to their seats in the row of hair dryers, happily smiling as they were settled and helped into the seats and restraints.. Each of them was right next to their friends…

Ashley was still a little reserved on being in one, since she’d felt thoughts… sexy thoughts, but unwanted thoughts the entire time she was here… She felt so good about everything…

Karen happily waited for the timer on the large screen to count down, letting the helmets drop… Everything’d felt so good up to this point, but she wanted… no, needed her soft silky, long, brunette hair up in a perfect bun. Sasha simply waited, poised perfectly for her head to land perfectly within her helmet. Natasha, Stacy, and Lorena all chatted to each other how beautiful their hair would be, and how Lilly’s hair was so perfect, and all women should have hair just like hers…

Ashley turned to Karen, discussing her thoughts as she knew that Karen would listen…

“Kar, don’t you think that this place is all just a little wierd?”

“No, not really. Come on, Ashley. It’s just a hair salon.” Ashley felt her hair, stroking it and smelling the perfume… She was slowly becoming more open to the idea of having her short hair lengthened… she wanted the helmets to drop. She wanted to have her hair in a-

“Wait… Karen, are you sure? Didn’t you used to have…”

Karen rolled her eyes as the helmets dropped. “Sasha… you used to have a black haired bob cut… and Lorena and Stacy… your hair’s also… so silky, blonde, and long… oh my…” Ashley struggled, getting the helmet up with quite a bit of difficulty.

“Ashley, don’t be stupid. It’s just a hair dri-” There was a loud sucking sound, and all of the girls gasped as they sat up into the machines, the helmets covering a lot of their faces. Their smiling lips now had a blank expression…

“K-Karen? Sasha? St-Stacy?” Brittany… she should check on Brittany, who was right next to her. Ashley couldn’t get out of the seat, but the helmet was up, at least. She struggled, but was able to flip an interior visor. The helmet was definitely now locked down. Brittany… Brittany was staring blankly, her dark brown silky strands all coiled back into the machinery of the domed helmet. Her eyes… her eyes reflected the spiral inside the helmet, earbuds placed perfectly in her ears as she slowly began to smile blankly.

Two of the attendants began checking the specs for the ‘Free Salon Services for First Time Customers! Hurry, Only Fifty People Per Event!’ tickets, and found that a few things were amiss… First of all, a helmet was locked up. Second of all, the visor next to that helmet was placed upright, too…

“We got a resistor!” Baldemar whispered to the other attendants as he quietly rushed towards the lower floor, nearly tumbling down the stairs as he vaulted into action.

They found her quivering, scared… Baldemar looked at the screen on the back of her chair. “Ashley?” She looked up, seeing him.. So strong… so right for her. He slowly extended his hand, and she quickly took it, letting him help her up.

They retreated to one of the rooms in the Resort, leaving the hair driers behind. He gently carried her, stroking her short hair as he explained.

“Ashley, this place is the Hypno Salon, Spa, and Resort. We.. we hypnotize people. It’s a lot of money for it, but we’re paid to make good little brides, good little girls and boys, anyone. Oh, and lots of pantyhose fetishists, for some reason.” He continued, setting her down in a chair as he pulled up a smaller chair for him.

“I love it, honestly. I really do. But sometimes… sometimes there’s people like you who don’t take to it so well. The shampoo’s formula doesn’t work, so the conditioner has no effect, and thus you don’t obey any commands given to you. Sometimes it’s our shampoo, sometimes it’s the videos… I just don’t understand it, but sometimes it just doesn’t work. You understand, Ashley?” He kindly smiled, his own bun bobbing as he moved his luscious lips…

“B-baldemar.. I… I understand, but I want it now. It might be whatever perfume the hairdresser wore or something like that, b-” Baldemar’s eyes widened quickly.

“Perfume on the hairdressers? Wow… that’s… wow, that’s a good idea. Ashley… I just need to know if there’s anything else you want. I will do whatever you want, because… well… your session’s already paid for…”

She bit her lip, nervously spitting it out. “Baldemar, I want to be yours. I… I have been thinking about this place, and ever since I laid my eyes on you…” Baldemar quickly kissed her, gently stroking her hair as she gasped and moaned.

“Say no more, dear. I know what to do.” He led her into the Employee Chambers, gently placing two Pearls in her ears as he carried her…

Meanwhile, the helmets stopped, opening up and revealing that all of the girls now had the same length of hair, which came just past their shoulders. However, the large screen in front of the hair driers displayed a few words, ubiquitous with submission to the ladies…

“Bun is up, mind is out.”

Every single girl looked up, uttered those six words, and quickly put their hair up into perfect and identical buns, smiling happily as they did so.

Each bride was given white Pearly pantyhose, and the bridesmaids their wedding color. Karen was given the white, appropriately, and the bridesmaids a light purple… with one pair missing for Ashley. Karen gently slipped it into her purse, happily smiling as the bridal party converged, all smiling bunslaves…

The receptionist looked up, seeing the bridal party coming back, with a new member in their tow… Apparently they’d loved the brainwashing session (obviously), and were coming back for more!

“Hello, Karen!” She giggled happily, her Pearls gleaming happily as she helped her friend’s husband into a salon chair. Her bun was perfectly tied up, sexily shining in the sunlight, the dark brunette bun simply calling out to be stroked and touched by her… boss.

“Hello again, Ashley! Ooooh! I didn’t know you got a job here!” Ashley giggled in response, calling out Emiliya P, the finest bunslaved hairdresser for her friend’s husband…

“It’s so good, Karen. I think you know that you’re welcome here, as long as you keep wearing your buns and Pearls!” She giggled, seeing all of the bridal party gasp, their hands immediately going to their Pearls and buns as they smiled widely.

“Good girls. Enjoy your stay at the Hypno Salon, Spa, and Resort!”

[pearlqueensposts]

Hair to Stay

Tomiko smiled as she lounged on the couch, her doting boyfriend happily pleasing her as she sat back. It was so easy to have Simon think that he was…

He plopped next to her, ruffling her dress as he kissed her and snuck a grope at her. Naughty boy… that was one strike.

“One strike, Simon.” She kissed his forehead adorably as her long black hair shimmered behind her. He chuckled softly as he handed her the drink, watching her sip it daintily in her grey summer dress. He turned his attention back to the TV in front of them, smiling as he thought about her various comments. Hadn’t this happened… before?

He turned to Tomiko, a little confused. “Tomiko… didn’t you… say one strike last week? And our anniversary? Wouldn’t that make it three strikes?”

Tomiko giggled, her hands gently reaching behind her and grabbing a strand of her hair, slowly bringing it to his face.

“Oh, silly Simon… Simon Says Forget.” She slowly brushed the strand up against his cheek as if it were a paintbrush, watching his eyes softly glaze over as he breathily gasped the words.

“Forget…” He was in a trancelike state now. Tomiko smiled happily as she whispered softly and lovingly into his ear.

“Simon, you have one strike. You know what happens when you get three. You will only remember your strikes when you are deep in trance, when I do your special little trigger…” She repeatedly stroked her hair onto his cheek, keeping him in trance for just a little bit. Then, she kissed him, bringing him out of trance.

He blushed happily. How the hell had he scored such a beautiful girl such as Tomiko? They’d met… where had they met? He didn’t know, and it didn’t matter. He should just keep on being happy with her.

The show soon ended, and Tomiko turned the TV off.

“H-hey, isn’t there… Isn’t there that cop show with the-” He moved forward, staring blankly ahead as he began to babble.

“What’s wrong, Simon? Don’t you like watching Big Brother with me?” She turned, setting her arm out as he glimpsed just a flash of her long, luscious, silky black hair…

“Y-yeah… but…” He stared at where her hair had been, the soft ruffles of the strapless dress teasing him where there had once been pure beauty and perfection.

“I… want to see… that one…” He looked up into Tomiko’s eyes, looking at her cute Japanese face as he smiled. Surely she’d understand… They watched her show every night. Maybe he could get a single night with her there to cuddle?

He remembered a night just like that. When Tomiko’s hair was...short. When they were in a small apartment, not this huge house… that he owned. He… He remembered.

“Tomiko, we’ve done that before, right? Watching a different show and cuddling? Why don’t we do that?” He softly kissed her cheek as she giggled.

“No no, Simon… don’t you remember? Those were just silly old dreams.” She playfully kissed him back as he rose to go put the remote back for her. Yeah, they were definitely dreams… but… he still wanted to cuddle and watch something so he could just slowly tr-

“Simon, that’s strike two.” She looked at him sternly. He blushed, bowing his head and kneeling.

“Yes, Tomiko. I will do my best.” He quickly rushed to the kitchen, noticing the time.

As Simon cooked both of them dinner in Tomiko’s favorite apron, she quickly took out her secret little notebook, beginning to jot some things down inside of them…

“Tomiko?” He called out, worrying about a problem… They didn’t have any spinach for Simon’s spinach and kale salad, and they had plenty of hamburgers and things for Tomiko. Tomiko gracefully glided into the kitchen, giggling softly to herself.

“Simon?” He knew that tone. He blushed, bowing his head in shame again.

“...yes, Tomiko?” He looked slightly up only to have Tomiko’s two fingers to push his head back down again as he blushed harder.

“You know that you have to go shopping, right?”

“Y-yes, Tomiko…”

“Especially when you run out of your food and all that’s left is MY food?”

“Y-y-yes, Tomiko…”

“That’s strike three, Simon. You know what happens when you get three strikes, right?”

Simon gulped, sitting down and letting Tomiko blindfold him. She positioned him and bound him back to the high-backed armchair that was his punishment… She took Her place quickly back to the couch, giggling and smiling as she slid his blindfold off gently with her hand.

He couldn’t move except for his hand, which was… firmly placed on his hard rod. He would be able to stroke up and down, but nothing else, as he was bound quite firmly.

“Keep your eyes closed, Simon. Let me get ready for your punishment…” She giggled devilishly as she flipped her hair over her face, leaning towards him…

“Open your eyes, Simon.” He obeyed, seeing….

Her hair, bobbing up and down, hypnotically entrancing him as he was unable to look away from Her long, luscious, silky… The drool splashed down onto his rod as she bobbed her hair up and down, up and down… up and… down…

“Good boy. Just stare and stroke, obeying… sinking deep for me.”

“Yes, Goddess Tomiko.” He instantly knew everything She’d done. Repeated hypnosis, brainwashing, and after that, She’d gotten him to buy a house for Her, as well as be Her slave. He stroked up and down, obediently and breathlessly trancing as he stroked.

“Slave, when you cum, your slavery will be permanent, and all your memories restored… Beg for it, Slave. Beg to cum.”

“Yes, Goddess. I need to cum… I need to obey You, I need your control over my life, my money… everything is Yours… Please, Goddess! I need to cum!” She giggled tauntingly, thinking how hard his shaft would be as she bobbed her hair up and down.

“G-Goddess Tomiko is my life.. My arousal, my everything… your hair controls me so much, and I never want to disobey, Goddess Tomiko!”

“Good slave. You want to be mine permanently? Hands off.”

“Yes, Goddess Tomiko! Oh fuck…” He moaned, close to cumming already.

“Spurt, and become mine.” She leaned forward, a single touch of Her hair sliding against him as he came right into Her hair.

“Slave, you know what time it is. Break your bonds.” Slave ripped his bonds apart quickly, feeling where the weak point was and exploiting it.

“Yes, Goddess. It is wash time for Goddess. I will wash Your hair and obey, Goddess.”

“Good boy. Is Simon still in there?” He shuddered, feeling Her fingers on his chin.

“Yes, Goddess… he… seems to think... Tomiko…”

“Delete him and come wash Me, slave.” “Yes, Goddess. I hear and obey.” It shuddered, following behind Her and softly stroking Her hair between its fingers.