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For Bill it seemed that things had always been one of two ways in his life. For him it was either long or very short. This fact never even occurred to him until later in his life and he had the time to reflect on his past and his varied relationships.

He fondly remembered his first crush in grade school, he could still see her and her long flowing hair. Later in high school it was either girls with waist length hair or the new fad, the pixie cut, that held his attention and caused his attraction. For some boys it would always be how big their breasts were, but for Bill his first glance was always at their hair. Was it clean? How was it styled, long and flowing, or big bouncy curls, or a high ponytail, or the dramatic close crop, maybe even so short as to look done at the barbers with the electric clippers he himself favored on his own head.

College always causes many changes in people's lives and most people explore new and different experiences. For Bill it was the same, no more barbershops, it was now unisex salons where men and women got their hair styled, not just simply cut as before. He even tried a perm for a year or two, not so much for the effect it had on his looks, but for the fact that it would be done by a woman stylist and would take long enough for him to see a good number of women getting their hair styled, sometimes he was a witness to a transformation for long to short, or stick straight to long spiral curls that were the vogue at that time. He found himself drawn to women's hair and was the first to give praise to someone who was the recipient of a new and daring cut or color job. His interest grew to the point of buying hairstyle magazines instead of the usual pornography so rampant in most fraternity houses.

He was quick to scan the pictures of the incoming freshman class for those that would meet his requirements of luscious locks, or daring short cuts. He was careful to ask for those girls to be his "little sis" from that particular sorority so that he could be friendly and available, while still remaining discreet in his interest.

During Bill's junior year in college he was introduced to someone who would change his life. It all started innocently enough. He offered the use of his room to a sophomore who did not have the benefit of a television like he did. Shelly brought a guest that night, her name was Viccie. Viccie was 5' 2", she weighed 100 lbs., her hair that night was braided into two long pigtails. She had a bright smile and seemed somewhat shy and reserved. Little did he know how wrong he was about his assessment of her and her behavior.

Bill, Shelly and Viccie spent some time together each day, whether it was lunch in the dining hall, or ping pong in the dorm. Viccie always seemed interested in what Bill had been up to that day, and often asked how his classes were going. He was a pre-med student and she was into the theatrical arts program that the university was noted to provide its students.

One day Bill saw something that really excited him, Viccie with her hair done in long, loose curls that reached to her waist. He had never seen such lovely hair and he was amazed how attracted he felt towards her at that moment. It took two or three days for him to develop enough nerve to ask her out on a proper date, even though it was only to go bowling. He did however have one request, would she consider curling her hair like she had the previous day. Viccie gladly agreed to both questions and they had fun laughing at how badly she bowled, though she was somewhat slightly handicapped by the fact that every time she would start her approach to the lane, her long bouncy curls would sway back and forth and almost obscure her vision. Bill on the other hand had a 210 average, not bad for an infrequent bowler. However today even he was off his game. Watching Viccie and her hair had him distracted to the point that he was lucky to bowl a 170 game. They went back to the dining hall for dinner as they were both poor college students and spending money on meals off the campus was an extravagance saved for special occasions.

After dinner they returned to Bill's room where they listened to the stereo and sat in the candle lit dorm room holding each other. Bill couldn't believe that he was with such a beautiful girl and was mesmerized by the smell and texture of her golden curls. They parted company at the end of visitation with a promise to spend more time together. Bill was worried about the fact that he was two years older than Viccie and did not want to take advantage of her youth and inexperience. He vowed to go slow and make sure that she wasn't getting in over her head. He waited until their third official date before evening allowing himself to kiss her goodnight.

Bill found in Viccie someone who had a big heart, a passion for life, and someone who enjoyed him for who he was, just Bill. Viccie never pushed him for more than he could give, although she was easily made jealous of his time given to outside activities like working off campus for the local police department or his other part-time work at the pizza parlor. She would complain how lonely she was without him and ask what was she supposed to do while he was gone. Bill tried to explain that unlike her, his parents could only help modestly with his tuition and therefore work was not an option but a necessity. Her attitude concerned him and the spoiled brat side of her did not please him, but one look into her big blue eyes and that mane of hers always melted his heart.

Bill and Viccie dated for nine months and when school ended for that semester Bill announced that he would be spending the summer in town instead of going home as most students were prone to do. Bill had two summer jobs lined up and hoped to make enough money that summer so that he would not have to work his last year at school. Viccie surprised him by saying she was also staying in town that summer, especially since she only lived forty miles away. They spent what little time Bill had free together and finally one night in the midst of their usual heavy petting Viccie asked him to make love to her. He had thought long and hard about just that thing and always had some condoms close by for such an occasion as this. It was exciting for him to be fulfilling his long awaited fantasy. He took Viccie every way possible. His favorite was with her on top and her long hair brushing his body as she rocked back and forth until he finally yielded to the orgasm which grew inside of him.

Bill was shocked a few days later when Viccie announced to him that she and her mother had talked about him and the night of ecstasy they had shared. Bill immediately conjured up thoughts of shotgun-toting parents with lit torches, searching him out and burning him at the stake for what he had done to their daughter. Imagine his surprise when Bill listened to Viccie describing the conversation and her mother's response of "Well, it's about time," then her mother took her and had her fitted for a diaphragm which would allow more pleasure while offering some protection against pregnancy.

Bill's summer was hard and time was short, Viccie was always asking when they could go out, usually to a movie or dinner. Both of these things were expensive to someone trying to save every penny. Bill would try to gently remind Viccie of this and she would always say she was sorry, but somewhere Bill wondered if she would ever change her ways.

One day after work Bill stopped by Viccie's apartment on his way home to say hello and hoped she would offer to cook him dinner, maybe stay and watch TV, or listen to music and watch the stars. He knocked on her door and heard her musical voice told him to come in, the door was open. He walked in her apartment and saw her from across the room. Something was different, it took him a moment to notice at first, she now had bangs, and they were very short, less than 1". She also had cut her previously waist length or below hair to slightly above her elbows. He was shocked, why had she done this to her beautiful hair? He knew that he must be careful how he commented on her appearance, she was easily upset if she thought she did not look right.

"What do you think of my hair?" Viccie asked.

Bill said that it certainly was a change for her. "What made you do it?" he asked trying not to look too disappointed.

Viccie explained that she had been at the local mall shopping and noticed that she had split ends that needed trimming. She was walking past one of the nationally known styling salons and figured anyone could trim her hair for her. She took a seat and only had to wait a few minutes for a stylist to become available. Viccie sat down in the padded chair and the stylist quickly put the cape around her and lifted up her mass of long golden hair. "What can I do for you today?" the stylist asked Viccie. Viccie replied she wanted to get rid of the split ends she had and asked what she could do to look different without changing too much of her hairstyle. The stylist replied that the split ends were no problem and suggested a few bangs might break up her face without changing too much of her current style. Viccie agreed and before she knew it she had lost almost 18 inches of her length in the back.

"What are you doing?" she asked. The stylist simply replied she was doing what she asked for, removing the split ends, in fact she had actually had thought about going higher up, but knew that might be too much for one session. Next she combed a large section of Viccie's hair on the front of her head forward and then just as quickly cut it off about an inch and a half from her scalp. The stylist then quickly sprayed it with water and combed into a style she thought would be pleasing. Viccie was shocked how quickly this had all happened and how different she looked. She wondered what Bill would think. She paid the stylist the $25.00 she asked for and went to her apartment.

Bill listened intently to Viccie's story and was confused by the two feelings that were inside of him. First, how could she have cut her beautiful hair? It was gorgeous and he loved the way it wrapped around him when they made love. The second thought was almost disturbing to him, he wished he had been there to watch her hair falling to the floor.

He regained his composure and remembered the price of the cut and scolded her for spending so much on a silly little trim. He got his hair cut at the barbershop for a mere $3.00. Viccie became defensive of his comments and began to protest. She did not like being scolded, that was something usually reserved for her father. The words escalated to a point where both parties said things that they really didn't mean. Viccie called Bill a cheapskate, Bill in turn called her a spoiled brat who cared nothing about anyone but herself. Viccie was mad and made an attempt to slap Bill. His training as a police officer paid off and he quickly dodged the incoming hand and grabbed it pinning it behind Viccie's back. She screamed in pain and told him he was hurting her. To make matters worse she tried to stomp on his foot, with no luck whatsoever. Bill made up his mind that enough was enough and maybe what Viccie needed was a good old-fashioned spanking. He put her over his knee and began to give her open handed blows to the buttocks. At first Viccie screamed in protest, but then she noticed a familiar stirring between her legs and noticed that Bill was also getting aroused. Bill sensed her body going slack and figured she had enough. He let her up and told her things were going to change or he would be gone forever from her life. He told Viccie that from now on he would help her stick to a budget, she would only spend money on what he deemed worthwhile. He would be responsible for her hair care, shampooing, conditioning, and when necessary, cutting. Viccie agreed, she liked this forceful side of Bill and liked being cared for and looked after.

As time passed Viccie thought on this incident and longed to repeat it. She would manipulate Bill into showing her how he could restrain a prisoner with various takedown and wrist lock maneuvers. She even got him to place his handcuffs on her and search her like a common criminal. One night after hearing about how Bill used to be on the wrestling team in high school, she got him to demonstrate how the matches had taken place. She would be in the down or bottom position, he would be in the up or top position. He was wrapped around her, one arm around her waist, the other arm over her shoulder above her elbow. He was straddling her almost doggy style and she could feel his erection against her shorts. It was a summer day and hot so both of them were already sweating. Viccie said "go" and Bill quickly had her on her back, pinned to the floor, totally helpless. She squirmed with all her might but to no avail. Bill quickly took advantage of this position and his growing passion to use his free hand to explore her body. First he massaged her breasts and squeezed her nipples until she yelped with pain. Then he ran his hands down her pants to find her hot wet sex. Bill commented on how wet she was, Viccie was afraid to tell him how turned on she was by this lack of control on her part, and the total control that he had over her at that moment. They went to the bedroom and had the greatest sex ever that night. Viccie vowed that some how she had to learn to convey her desires to Bill, or at least find new creative ways to inspire him to such a perfomance again, the sooner the better.

The summer of exploration came to an end and the fall semester began. Now Viccie and Bill had to once again live by rules of dorm life, curfews and all. They saw each other often and Viccie tried out for and was chosen to the new university cheerleading squad. She looked stunning in her short skirt and hair which by now was a few inches below her elbows, and her bangs now hung loosely almost over her eyebrows. She was the envy of the campus, men and women. Being in the theatre arts crowd gave her opportunities to be exposed to gay men and women, both of whom were equally complimentary on her appearance. Bill never felt threatened by either group and knew Viccie's heart belonged to him.

Bill's roommate was dating one of the other cheerleaders, a young lady by the name of Jan. Jan came from a small town. Petite herself like Viccie, she was as outspoken while Viccie was quiet. She never failed to mention how she enjoyed sex and hoped Viccie and Bill were having it as often and Jan and Bill's roommate. Bill was taken aback with this attitude but after a while you came to expect Jan to tell you what was on her mind. The four of them often did things together and quickly became friends.

It never fails that when things are going too well, the inevitable happens. So it was when one day the phone rang and Bill picked the receiver to hear his father tell him that his mother was dying of cancer and that he needed to come home right away. Fall finals were a mere two weeks away, but Bill knew what he must do, go home. He arranged with his professors and the academic dean, who happened to be an old frat brother of his father, to take his exams upon returning to college. Bill thanked them for their understanding and after talking to Viccie he left for home. His mind was full of questions of how this could happen and how much time his mother would have left to live.

He arrived home to find his father weary from the hospital visits, and after a brief chat they both went to the hospital to see his mother. She lay in a hospital bed with a tube in one arm getting blood, and another tube coming from her nose, old blood pouring out of it into a suction canister on the wall. She was weak but glad to see her youngest son. They made small talk about everything one does when confronted with death, and not knowing how to handle it. Bill agreed to take the night shifts and leave the daytime to his father. They would give each other reports as to her condition and when the last time she had taken pain medication. Bill would go home to the big empty house and sleep while he could, only to be awakened a few hours later thinking about his mother. How different she looked now, bone thin, no hair from chemo, but always with a smile and love for Bill when he arrived. He was so alone, no one to talk to about what he was going through, he missed Viccie and called when he had time. She never said much and he would always have to carry the conversation. Finally one afternoon Bill's dad called and said it was time for both of them to come and be with his mother. He arrived to find her breathing very shallow and with a faint pulse. She still smiled and told them both how much she loved them and how she hoped Bill would find someone he could love as much as she did his father. Thankfully an hour later she slipped into a coma and two hours later she died. A tragic loss for Bill and his father, but eternal peace for his mother. Bill did not know who to call to share his grief with at that moment, finally he tried Viccie but couldn't find her in her dorm room. He left messages at the front desk for her to call him when she got back to the dorm. He called his roommate and gave him the news and asked him to tell Jan, in case she saw Viccie later that night. He went to bed and slept the kind of sleep when you are emotionally and physically drained, near coma level itself.

Bill and his father flew his mother's body back to the small town where she had grown up, and buried her beside her father. Bill saw many people at the funeral, friends, family, even his roommate and Jan, but no Viccie. Bill thought it odd but in the hustle and bustle of all the people who were there he never gave it another thought. Three days after the funeral Bill's father told him to go back to school, finishing is what his mother would have wanted. Bill's father stated he would be fine and he would call if there was anything he needed.

Bill's return to campus was filled with the usual "I'm sorry," or "Can I do anything for you?" After a while it got comical, then it became irritating. Bill wasn't sure where all this anger was coming from, but it worried him and he began to drink to quite himself down. He saw Viccie at school and she was somewhat aloof, almost cold towards him and he certainly did not understand her behaviour.

One night while drinking he ran into Jan at a local bar. She sat next to Bill and asked him if she could buy him a drink. He was both surprised and flattered and accepted. They talked for a couple of hours about everything and nothing, like most bar patrons. Closing time came and Jan asked for a ride back to the campus as she had come with some other girls who had long since left her with Bill at the bar. Bill felt lonely and asked Jan if they could go back to dorm and talk some more. Jan agreed, only if they could sneak into Bill's room. Jan knew that Bill's roommate was gone for the weekend and that if careful no one would catch them.

They made it back to the dorm and quietly, or at least as quietly as two drunks can, crept past the dorm mother's room and went to Bill's room. There he opened up a bottle of booze and they drank and talked until they both fell asleep. They next day Viccie say the two of them leaving the dorm together, and certainly before visiting hours were in effect. Her blood boiled at the thought of the two of them in Bill's room all night. That was her place, who was Jan to try to make a move on her man?

Viccie confronted the two of them and the more that Bill explained that nothing had happened, which it hadn't, the more convinced Viccie became that they were up to something. She raised her voice and made a scene, after all she had spent lots of time in the drama department. Finally after she could see talking was of no avail, she left for her dorm room. Jan was the first to speak, "What was that all about?" Bill replied that Viccie was a spoiled little girl and was always jealous of him spending time on other things but her, apparently that also included his dying mother. Jan agreed and said she would try to patch things up.

Jan found Viccie crying and tried to comfort her friend, she told Viccie again how nothing had happened, though she confessed that she had done her best to suggest it to Bill, he just never seemed to pick up on her cues. Viccie laughed and said that sounded just like Bill. She then told Jan about their summer together and how she would trick Bill into being more forceful and aggressive. Jan listened intently and thought about what it would be like to be with Bill, listening to Viccie's stories were making her horny, and her boyfriend was gone until Monday. She told Viccie that she would try to patch things up with Bill and that maybe she could help to fulfill both of their hearts' desire.

Jan went to her room and locked the door, stripped naked and found her best vibrator and worked herself over until she fell asleep. Some time later that afternoon she called Bill and asked him to come to her room. A short time later she heard a knock on her door and found Bill standing outside in his blue jean shirt and khaki's, a real man, not the figment of her imagination like earlier this morning. She invited Bill into her room. She explained how she had talked with Viccie, and how right he was, she was indeed a spoiled brat and thought only of herself. She told him how she had accused them of all kinds of things, graphically detailing every thought until she saw the bulge in Bill's pants. She showed him the bras and panties Viccies said that Jan was probably wearing and she even pulled out some of her sex toys and described how the two of them had used them during their night of betrayal. Bill could hardly believe it, here he was with his roommate's girlfriend, alone in her room, listening to graphic sexual details of an affair that had never taken place, but oh how he wished it had, he could barely contain his growing erection.

Jan became more bold in her statements about how she felt that Viccie was a spoiled child who needed to be taught a lesson and did not deserve such a great guy as Bill. Bill's head began to swim with the thoughts of teaching Viccie a lesson as well as taking Jan right now and making love to her. Jan could see the look in Bill's eyes and kept on suggesting different things until see saw the light come on over his head. Slowly the corners of his eyes turned upward and a sly grin appeared on his face. "Let's do it," Bill said, "but first I think you and I have some unfinished business." He walked over to her and lifted her off her bed and kissed her passionately, then he undressed her and ravaged her body for the next four hours, resting his body while he explored hers with the various sex toys she had so graphically detailed. He found new-found freedom in taking such control over his partner, realizing that pleasure could come giving as well as receiving.

The next day Jan and Bill went shopping for the things that they needed for their secret operation. First was a stop for some lingerie, next bath salts and perfumes, and lastly a stop at the beauty supply store for shampoos and conditioners. Jan made her own secret purchase while in the beauty supply store, only later would she tell Bill of her plan, and of course he agreed.

The next two weeks were spent setting the plan in motion. Bill's part was to continue to increase his domination of Viccie through various role playing games, most involving mild bondage and servitude scenarios. He also spent a great amount of time on her hair. He would wash it for her every few days and at least twice a week he would deep condition her hair. This involved covering her hair in thick conditioners and then covering her head with a plastic shower cap and letting that work on her hair for at least thirty minutes. Afterward he would wash her hair again, towel dry it and then use a diffuser on her blow dryer to finish the drying process. He also would roll up her hair on large Velcro rollers and after applying a little styling gel or spray, place her head under a hair dryer for a few minutes. The end effect was always stunning, long curly, shiny bouncy hair. Everyone noticed how beautiful her hair had become and few people passed by without making a comment. The length had grown out from the summer fiasco and it now reached just past her buttocks. Her bangs now were almost to her nose and usually had to be swept back away from her face, even so the overall effect was still stunning and Viccie's confidence and assuredness grew greatly during that two week period. She felt so close to Bill and she liked the way he had slowly increased his control over her, to the point where he told her what outfits to wear each day, as well as telling her where to be and at what time. She enjoyed giving him pleasure and the more control he exerted over her, the more pleasure it brought to her.

Jan and Bill met each night to review the progress of their plan. Both agreed that Viccie was doing exactly as they both had anticipated. Jan stated that Viccie was always bragging to the other cheerleaders how great a guy Bill had become and there actually seemed to be some jealousy among the other girls to her situation. Viccie could always count on Jan for support and was glad she showed so much interest in her life and her relationship. In fact Jan had given her advice on more than one occasion of things to try on Bill, and much to Viccie's surprise they seemed to bring her lover to new levels of excitement not previously seen. Little did she know how Jan knew these ideas would work so well on Bill, she had done the same things with similar results. Jan even planted an idea in Viccie's head, she asked if she had ever been blindfolded during sex. Viccie thought about it and replied no, what was it like? Jan told her it was the ultimate experience, not knowing what was going to happen, trusting you partner completely, relying only on what you heard, felt, tasted, and smelled. Just listening to Jan had Viccie all worked up and she couldn't wait to try to coax Bill into adding this to the myriad of scenarios which they used in their lovemaking.

Jan was quick to tell Bill about the conversation with Viccie and how turned on she had become. She told him to try out this new addition to his sexual menu tonight, only with one exception: Jan wanted to watch from his dorm room closet. When Viccie was completely blindfolded, she would step into the room to not only watch, but coach Bill into what to do next. Bill was worried that Viccie might catch on to their game, but Jan reassured him that the way Viccie had gotten so worked that afternoon just hearing about the idea, she was sure she would be too lost in her own thoughts to notice her. Besides Jan said, there would be no better to confirm that Viccie was ready to go the next phase of the plan. After some continued convincing by Jan's mouth on his throbbing member, Bill agreed and he would get Jan into his room a good twenty minutes before Viccie was to arrive.

Everything was set, Jan had a good view of the bed from the large walk-in closet Bill shared with his roommate. With the door just slightly ajar, Jan was able to see everything and when Viccie was blindfolded she could easily open the door without making any noise, not that she thought Viccie would be concentrating on what she was hearing. Bill and Viccie arrived just a little after eight and after lighting a few candles and placing some soft mood music on the stereo, the two of them began to make out like crazy. Watching the two of them kissing each other and fondling each other was beginning to make Jan feel warm, and she was surprised that she noticed a slight wetness between her legs. She had seen other people making love before, but always on a movie or the television, never just a few feet away.

Suddenly Bill stopped what he was doing. Viccie began to protest, but Bill simply baited the trap. He told her she was dependent on what she knew was going to happen, and that certainly did not offer her any surprises. Bill proposed that she should allow herself to be blindfolded, then stripped and tied to the bed, then she should simply wait and see what took place after that. Viccie could hardly believe what she just heard. She thought for a moment that Bill could read her mind, it almost unnerved her how he knew just what to do for her during their lovemaking. Bill placed the blindfold around her face and carefully lifted up her mane of cascading curls and tied it in a knot in the back of her head. Bill then checked to make sure Viccie could see nothing before motioning to the closet where Jan was hiding. Jan crept quietly into the room and took a position close to the bed. Bill then slowly removed Viccie's clothing and after some mild foreplay, tied her spread eagle to the bed. It was truly a sight to behold. Viccie's naked body, her firm round breasts, small waist and natural blond bush, her firm but slim legs, and her flowing golden mass of curls laying almost as if she were laying in a river of curly golden hair. Jan could hardly believe what she was seeing. She had never imagined how beautiful Viccie really was and was surprised to see that she was indeed a natural blonde.

Jan then handed a vibrator to Bill and whispered to gently begin running it all over her body, being careful not to turn it on quite yet. Viccie responded to this with low sighs of passion as Bill slowly and sensuously ran it over her nipples first, then slowly up her legs, stopping to tease her bush and wet vagina with this instrument of pleasure. Only when her sighs turned to moans did Bill pull away, reminding Viccie not to lose too much control or else he would stop. Jan then whispered for Bill to turn the vibrator on and use it on Viccie's head, especially around her ears, and back of the neck, even the base of her skull. Viccie heard a strange buzzing sound and felt something which made her body tingle all over. The feeling started around her ears, then spread to the back of her head and when it came to the base of her skull, she could contain herself no longer and let out a loud gasp as she was brought to orgasm without even having had her vagina penetrated by finger, tongue or penis. She shuddered all over and succumbed to the feeling she craved so much. Bill turned to see Jan smiling a wicked smile and her own hand buried into her shorts. Jan nodded simply to Bill and he then spent the next hour taking Viccie in every way possible. After a brief rest, Bill had Jan return to her hiding place and then Bill untied and removed the blindfold from Viccie. He then gave her a small package. She looked somewhat bewildered, but opened the package. Inside was a cameo on a black velvet ribbon about an inch wide. Viccie asked about the meaning of the gift. Bill explained that if she would accept his gift he would take her to a new level of pleasure, however it would not be without sacrifice. Wearing the cameo would signify that she truly belonged to him. She heard the inflection in his voice when he said "belong" and wondered if she dare ask what that meant. Bill told her she need not answer right away, that she should think about this decision. He told her that he would not think less of her for not accepting and he truly wanted her decision to be of her own free will, and without obligation. They parted company that night, Viccie to her own dorm room with her package, and Bill to his room where he and Jan made passionate love the rest of the night. In the morning Jan told Bill that all was ready and that she was sure Viccie would be wearing the cameo soon.

It had been a couple of days since the great night of fun for Bill, Viccie and of course, Jan. Viccie still had not been seen wearing the cameo and Bill began to worry that she might not accept his offer. He confided this to Jan, who agreed to check out the situation, as only a "best friend" can do. Jan found Viccie in her room listening to music with a far away look in her eye. Jan asked her what she was thinking about, and Viccie replied nothing really. Jan went over to the bed where she was laying and told her that she could talk about anything with her and for her to spill her guts. Viccie then told Jan about what had happened, how it had both excited and frightened her to give up complete control of her situation, and how she didn't feel alone with Bill, and how that as well had both frightened and excited her. Jan picked up a hairbrush and began to lovingly stroke Viccie's long hair. She felt Viccie begin to melt with each long stroke. She encouraged Viccie to say out loud how she felt about the offer and what it would mean. Jan began to gather Viccie's hair into a ponytail, she could barely hold all of it in one hand, and began to stroke her hair from the base of her head upward. Viccie began to moan how good it felt and how no one had ever done that before. Jan could only smile at her response and she knew that Viccie would put on the cameo before she left the room. After at least thirty minutes of hair brushing and talking, Viccie did indeed agree that putting on the cameo was in fact the right decision for her. Jan told her she was sure that Bill would be pleased with her decision and that Viccie should let her know how things went from here on out.

Jan called Bill and told him everything was set and that the last part of their plan had just been completed. She told him everything was set for the following weekend when the cheerleading squad would accompany the football team for an away game. She had hotel reservations with rooms next to each other and that they had interconnecting doors. She would arrive first and prepare everything, and Bill and Viccie would arrive later and check in like they were going to have a fun weekend away by themselves.

The time passed slowly and it seemed the weekend and the eventful trip would never arrive, but like all good things, waiting just heightened the anticipation. The trip itself was uneventful. Bill and Viccie talked about the upcoming game against their collegiate rival and how the cheerleaders had some new routines to try out on the crowd. Viccie looked stunning, her long hair seemed to sense as well that it was in for something unusual. It had never looked lovelier. It seemed to be alive with excitement and it shone like gold. All Bill had told Viccie was that he had a hotel room for the two of them and that he would fill her in on the details when they got there. He made no more mention of the fact that she was wearing the cameo on its velvet ribbon, which looked to all the world as if Viccie had some sort of collar and elaborated tag. Lots of things ran through her mind, and she was shocked when they pulled up to the hotel. The trip had gone so fast compared to the wait it had taken for the weekend to arrive.

Bill went inside and the desk clerk informed him that his other party had already arrived and checked in and then gave him his room key. Bill and Viccie pulled up in front of their room and Bill opened the door and brought the suitcase he had packed for the trip inside. Viccie had only the clothes on her back and her cheerleading outfit per Bill's instructions. He had told her that he had everything she would need with him and not to worry about anything, as per their agreement, he was now in charge.

After entering the hotel room, Bill explained to Viccie what was to take place. He told her that he was going to give her a bath, wash and condition her hair, then dry and set it for her. He would then paint her finger- and toenails and then dress her for the afternoon. All this sounded wonderful to Viccie and she couldn't quite see anything different from any previous dates with Bill. It was then that Bill told Viccie that she would be blindfolded, not just the usual blindfold, rather he had purchased eye covers from the pharmacy. He told her that while she would not be able to see anything, the eye covers would allow him the ability to do her hair and make up. Viccie could only agree as she had willingly put on the cameo of her own free will.

Bill gently placed the adhesive dressings over each eye and made sure that Viccie could see nothing. He ran a bath with perfumed bath salts and lit some fragrant candles in the large bathroom. In the bedroom Viccie could hear the water running and she smelled a sweet fragrance, one she was not familiar with. Bill returned to the bedroom and quietly opened the door that joined the room next door. Inside stood Jan, dressed in a black vinyl corset and stockings and vinyl boots which came up past her knees. Bill was immediately aroused and almost let out a low whistle, had it not been for Jan placing a finger over his lips. Her knowing smile told him to proceed with their plan.

They quietly entered the other room where Viccie was seated on the bed, her breath shallow and fast in anticipation of what was coming next. Bill approached her and stood her upright. He told her from now on she was his and would do whatever brought him pleasure. Viccie meekly complied and quivered as Bill undressed her. She thought she could sense someone else in the room, but dared not speak. She was led over to the large vanity sink and her head lowered into the bowl and it was then that she felt the warm water flowing over her head, soaking the length of her hair. Bill applied the shampoo and lathered up her hair as he had done many times before. Viccie moaned softly at his firm touch to her scalp and the way he moved his hands from the base of her skull all the way to the front, back and forth, several times. She inhaled the fragrance of the shampoo and noticed that it smelled like the air coming from the bathroom. After thoroughly rinsing the shampoo for Viccie's hair, Bill turned to Jan who handed him the tube from the box they had picked out together. Bill applied the thick cream all over her head, working from the roots of her hair outward. When they both were satisfied that her hair had been covered well enough, a plastic hair cover was placed on her head and she was lead to the bathtub. The tub was waiting with a full bubble bath and Viccie was placed in it and submerged to her chin in a sweet, foamy concoction. She was told that the "conditioner" would take at least thirty minutes to work properly and then Bill began to bathe her with various sponges. He lovingly bathed her from top to bottom, with no area untouched. Viccie could hardly contain herself when he bathed her breasts for what seemed like and eternity, only then to go and wash her mound and clitoris for a tortuously long time. Bill then placed her on all fours and cleaned her back and cheeks and then to Viccie's surprise, he cleaned around and in her asshole. This was something Bill had never done before and finally Viccie could only shudder as her body was overcome by this experience as she was driven into a deep orgasm. Bill turned to see Jan smiling as all of this was taken place. Her gaze told him that she was taking everything in and that she was formulating a plan for later.

After the bath, Bill rinsed out Viccie's hair and toweled it dry and then used a diffuser to finish the drying process. He then set her hair on large rollers with styling gel as he had previously done for her. He covered her hair with another plastic cover and put her head under the portable hair dryer brought just for this occasion. While under the hair dryer he painted Viccie's toes and nails with the color he and Jan had picked out at the beauty store. Mean while Jan was busy laying out the outfit for Viccie and the various toys and tools that would be needed later. She grabbed Bill long enough to stick her tongue down his throat and gently began squeezing his now throbbing cock. Bill could hardly contain himself and was grateful when Jan broke off their embrace and mouthed the words "soon" to him.

After enough time had passed to dry Viccie's hair, Bill took out the rollers and brushed out his masterpiece. The curls were long and ended just at Viccie's upper thighs. He gently pushed her head forward and brushed her head from the base of the skull forward in a slow back to front motion over and over. She did not quite understand what it was but it was similar to the way he had used the vibrator on her head, and then she remembered that Jan had brushed her hair that way as well. Bill then had her flip her head back over for an overall stunning effect of volumizing the mass of curls so that they danced around her face and body as if they were alive. Jan and Bill were pleased with not only the style they had achieved, but unknown to Viccie, they had colored her hair a deep auburn, Bill and Jan's favorite color and one they had picked out together. Viccie stood there naked and blind, unsure of what was next. It was then that she was led back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom she had her cameo and velvet ribbon tied around her neck. Next she was dressed in a white lace bodice top with stockings to match and finally gloves which came up past her elbows and white shoe with four inch heels. She looked stunning and the overall effect was made even prettier by the addition of the brilliant red polish on her nail and matching lipstick. Jan had called the color "cock sucker red". Viccie would have been shocked to see how she had been transformed from the all-American girl, into a pornographic pin up. Bill approached her and began to run his hands all over her body, much to her delight. She pushed her body against his and could feel his cock straining to break free of its prison. It was then that Viccie heard a familiar voice as Jan said: "You have acted like a spoiled brat these past few months. Bill has been going through hell with the loss of his mother and trying to stay in school. Your only concern was about poor little Viccie and what she needed. You have been cared for like no one else, now it is time for you to repay Bill for his services." Viccie was dumbfound and confused, had she really been set up like this by her best friend and lover?

She was roughly led over to the bed and then tied spread eagle. With two against one, there was little she could do to protest, besides she was still blindfolded and not being able to see one's attackers had its distinct benefit.

Once spread eagled, she felt hands exploring her body, four hands to be exact. When they reached her vagina Jan stated, "She must be enjoying this, she is wet like a running faucet." Viccie was embarrassed to be treated like this, but at the same time she could not help but be excited. Viccie next heard the familiar buzzing of a vibrator and she actually thrust herself toward it as she felt it touch her. "Look at this slut, she still is trying to satisfy herself first, without thinking of anyone else," Jan said. Bill had to agree, it was the same old Viccie, but that was about to change.

"Viccie, you must learn to satisfy others, remember it's better to give than to receive," Bill said.

With that he turned her over and after greasing her asshole with lubricant, he roughly entered her. Viccie let out a mild scream, which was muffled by Jan stuffing her face into her own waiting pussy. Jan grabbed Viccie's long hair and began to move her face back and forth over her own pussy as Bill began to rhythmically move in and out of her ass. Viccie was overwhelmed with emotions. First to be taken in such a rough manner and then not even given a chance to participate of her own free will. Jan kept using her hair to move her back and forth over her pussy. The sweet smell and taste began to overtake Viccie and soon she was willingly licking and sucking anything she could get her tongue into. Jan noticed this compliance and quickly turned herself over and told Viccie to use her tongue on Jan's ass. Viccie complied and began to lick Jan's ass. She was amazed at what she was willing to do, she only hoped that Bill would not stop soon, as she was close to having an orgasm. Unfortunately for her Bill soon pulled out of her and she was untied from the bed and placed on all fours. Bill stood in front of her and told her how he had given her so much and now she would give him what always had given him such pleasure. He then forced her into giving him a blow-job. While she was sucking his throbbing member, Jan had strapped on a large dildo and was entering her from behind. 'This is too much,' Viccie thought and wondered where it would all end. She had barely let this thought enter her mind when she felt something else enter her ass, it can't be she thought, but she was wrong. Jan had placed another dildo into her quivering ass and now every hole she had was filled with something and she was really getting off on it. Jan noticed how Viccie was bucking and moving with each thrust whether from front to rear and said: "I guess Miss Spoiled Bitch really needed a good around the world fuck."

Bill used Viccie's hair to move her up and down his penis, he had gathered it into one large ponytail and it worked just like a handle on a plunger. She licked and sucked his cock for all it was worth and desperately wanted to feel his come in her mouth. Her body was filled with so many sensations that she was sure she would die from overload. That is until she heard the familiar buzzing sound. She didn't know where it was possible to stick another vibrator. She felt it first at the base of her skull, it vibrated her entire head, even Bill could feel it as she moved her head up and down his cock. It took a while for Viccie to notice that the vibrations where not as localized as before and that she could feel cool air on her neck. Startled she finally realized what was happening: they were cutting her hair! She tried to stop but had her head pushed back down on Bill's shaft. "No my dear, you willing accepted the terms of my agreement, and now as per that agreement you will give me the thing which gives me so much pleasure, you hair." With that Viccie could now feel the vibration going from back to front in what was now recognizable as the pattern of hair washing and brushing by both Jan and Bill. She now realized that they had been planning this for a long time and had obviously planned it together. She tried to feel betrayed, but at the moment she was terribly excited. She felt the warm blades going back and forth, leaving a cool path where they had been. As more of her hair was being shorn from her heard she felt Bill's cock growing in size and she could feel Jan thrusting deeper inside of her. She began to realize how much pleasure she was giving both of them and she too began to feel the throngs of another orgasm. Only as Bill finished the last pass, and Viccie was freed of her long tresses, did Bill explode in her mouth. She also felt the quivering of Jan's muscles behind her and she bucked herself against Jan's thrust until they both came together. They all collapsed together in a heap of limp sweaty flesh.

Viccie was awakened to the noise of the buzzing sensation again, this time it was between her legs. She felt its warmth going back and forth around her vagina. She heard Jan laugh and say; "We can't have the carpet different from the drapes now can we?" Viccie didn't know exactly what that meant but she was beginning to feel that stirring between her legs as the warm buzzing continued to go round and round her pussy. "There now, almost finished," said Jan. Next Viccie heard a hissing noise and felt something cold and creamy being spread all over her love box. She felt legs moving over her and suddenly felt Jan's pussy in her face. She eagerly began licking it and then felt a rasping around her little love hole. It finally dawned on her that she was having her pussy shaven. She began to move with each stroke and when Bill wiped her clean and then rubbed some lotion on her she came like never before. "See, I told you that all she needed was a little discipline and she would give the best sex ever," said Jan. Bill had to agree that he had never seen Viccie come like this, not even during their best love making. He then set her up and removed her eye patches. Viccie squinted at first due to the amount of light entering her eyes, but quickly recovered. She saw Bill and Jan standing before her. Both of them had never looked lovelier to her. They stood her up and took her to a mirror, there stood Viccie with a nice new dark auburn close cropped pixie cut, beautiful white bodice lingerie and stockings, and freshly shaven pussy. She could only smile at the transformation, which had taken place not only to her body, but in mind as well. She turned and gave Bill and Jan both a big kiss and told them how grateful she was for this lesson in giving. They showered together and the girls got dressed for the big game. Later that night everyone commented on Viccie's new look. Viccie thought about what had happened and about what could possibly top this experience, maybe a head shave. Bill thought about what he had been through and about what might lie ahead. Jan looked at the other cheerleaders and wondered who would like a makeover next. So for each of them a journey had begun, and with each journey it had begun with one small step.

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