Request fill for Marcobond

Postby ebby56 » Tue Jul 01, 2008 2:58 am

"i would like a story where a boy or a girl are bound and gagged by a hairdresser and have their hairs washed and combed and rolled in perm rods and rollers in a nice hairdresser fashion shop"

Sounds like a fun thing to write about. I'll give it a shot.

STORY: The Hair Affair of Depair!

Chapter One... It closes at 6?


"C'mon, Mom, you've been fussing over my hair for the last three months, give it a rest already!" Nicole sighed from behind her magazine. She had become exhausted by her mother's constant nagging for her to cut her hair, and the bothersome words had increased with intensity ever since Nicole was able to touch her hair behind her back. Still, she was a resilient girl, and saw no need to cut her incredibly straight hair anytime soon.

"Nicole Hartnell, you will come with me to the hair dressers this INSTANT!". Bad news, mom had snapped. Nicole gave another deep sigh and tossed her magazine onto the table next to her. She lazily drifted towards the door, only increasing her speed when urged by her mother. With a nonchalant motion she slipped on her black flip-flops and walked out to the van.

Nicole was clad in a red and black tee shirt with the band name Red Hot Chili Peppers clearly visible. The Red Hots were by far her favorite band, she listened to them all the time. They were relaxing to her, and their slower songs, at times, made her sleepy, like she was in a daze. Her pants were sinple blue jeans, and her nails were unpainted. She didn't do much to dress herself up, simple makeup, simple clothes, and she was a naturally pretty girl. being only 5'4, however, made her a little short compared to other people, and that was her imperfection. She carried a birght yet lazy demeanour, and had a keen sense of humour. She was the kind of girl every guy likes to date.

Yet...She couldn't hold down a steady, constant relationship with a guy, she never got past that first date. It was really starting to push her self-esteem into the ground, and she began to lose track of little things, such as her hair. But her mother was there for that now.

She climbed into the passenger side door of her mother's lexus and they drove off. Yes, they were a financially well-off family, one of the richest in town. Despite this, Nicole's parents never spoiled her, something she was grateful for. Being 17, she was nearing the time of her departure for university, and being spoiled would certainly hurt that desire.

The van drove past many cars and pedestrians as Nicole's mom scanned for a possible hairdresser for her daugher. Nicole spotted someone she knew from her window and waved. It was Tommy.

Tommy waved back, then turned and pretended to be busy, hiding his red face. 17 years of age as well, Tommy Gilger came from a poor family and was going to have to work for the first few years of his independence, to save up money for school. He was rather skinny, geek-like individual, but he had an incredible creative mind that got him out of many problems and situations in his life. Never having even kissed a girl before, however, was one problem Tommy could not seem to acomplish, and his love life seemed to resemble that of the 40-year old virgin. Tommy also, since age 14, had a crush bigger than his social status on Nicole Hartnell, and was trying to get the courage to ask her on a date.

Luck appeared to be with Tommy, as he saw Nicole's car pull over into a parking lot a short walk from where he was standing, waiting for his dog, Jervis. to finish using the bath-hydrant. The dog quickly returned and Tommy walked with his companion towards where Nicole had left her Lexus and proceeded to walk into a building Tommy wasn't familiar with.


"Mom, it says it closes at 6. it's 5:55!" Nicole protested as she was forced out of the car, her mom handing her a 50 dollar bill in the process. Her mother gave her a stern look at said "Don't come back till your hair is a respectable length, young lady!" Soon after, she drove away, leaving Nicole to enter the hairdresser's building alone...


CHAPTER 2: A Nice, Relaxing Chair...



"Welcome, welcome! have a seat! The eager hairdresser motioned with her arms gesturing wildly towards one of the long, leather chairs that Nicole had a seat on. The establishment she had entered was called "The Hair Affair: So good you won't want to leave!" Her hairdresser was the only one left, and the store was apparently closed, but the old woman still motioned for Nicole to sit the chair closest to the sink.


Nearby, Tommy had to pause again as Jervis seemed to have the urge to relieve himself yet again. "That's it Jervis, no more asparagus for you, boy." The dog whimpered as he released his urine against a nearby tree. He was not far from the hairdressers, and saw that it was closed, and that the blinds were drawn. Curiousity sparked in him, and he was determined to gain entrance into the building.

Inside the establishment, Nicole sat in the leather chair.it was a full-length seat, and reached below her feet and to the back of her neck. "I use special technique for you, pretty girl!" The old woman who was her hairdresser crowed as she tilted Nicole's head back into the seat. "You like music, listen to music!" She instructed, and, after hesitating for a moment, Nicole put her earbuds near her ears and played a nice, slow RHCP song, Slow Cheetah. She felt herself beginning to slowly daze off, as she heard a noise from beside the chair, like knobs turning and changing.

"What's that for?" She asked, curious. "You shall see, pretty girl, make you more comfortable!" She squeaked as she once again tilted Nicole's head back into the sink, washing it. Nicole again became drowsy, and was about to close her eyes, when suddenly, she felt her wrists, which had slumped at her sides, being grabbed and pulled behind her back, and then she heard a clickling noise, and her wrists ceased to move.

Before Nicole could even react, chain-like cuffs appeared from within the chair, trapping her wrists, ankles, knees and upper arms. Her hands were restrained behind her back, and her legs and arms were pinned inescapably down to the chair. her hair was still in the water, and Nicole did the only things she could do. She screamed. But before she could emit a second scream, the old woman placed a ball connected to two straps inside her mouth, silencing her. Nicole felt the straps buckle behind her head, and began to struggle helplessly, unable to move or talk.

"Now, I give pretty girl proper haircut, then maybe I keep her for myself. hehehehehehehe...she is pretty girl..." The crazed old woman caressed Nicole's legs, and then removed her flip flops and stroked her soles, causing Nicole to flinch. Her feet were very ticklish and she squealed beneath her gag and squirmed, but it was no use. She began to cry uncontrollably, feeling how trapped and vulnerable she was. Her family wouldn't come inside here looking for her, the place was closed, and no one could hear her, her screams had become muffled moans.

Still cackling, the hairdresser picked up her tools: a comb, a hair dryer and rollers. Nicole's muffled moans indicated her displeasure as her hands and feet writhed in their chains, still as tightly bound as they originally were. "Please, someone, anyone out there..." she thought in desperation, "HELP ME!"

EDIT: changed some mistakes and gratuitous helplessness.
Last edited by ebby56 on Tue Jul 01, 2008 12:38 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Postby marcobond69 » Tue Jul 01, 2008 4:55 am

wow! sound amazing! thank you very much!
mmphh! :bound:

Postby ebby56 » Tue Jul 01, 2008 12:32 pm

Marcobond----thank you for enjoy the story, after all, it pretty much was your idea in the first place.


Nicholas H-----What, pray tell, about my story, are you talking about? I am the first to admit that my writing isn't the greatest, but I am definetly running with the fact that this is purely fictional. Nothing like should ever happen in real life, obviously. Canuck's board was a source of some pretty interesting true stories, and obviously some of them weren't true at all, but I'm not operating under the pretense of truth, here.


More or less, this is an experiment in writing for me, so please, bear with me everybody. chapter three should be out within 12 hours or so.

Postby marcobond69 » Thu Jul 03, 2008 2:36 am

thanks again ebby :D
mmphh! :bound:

Postby ebby56 » Fri Jul 04, 2008 4:10 am

and by 12 hours, I meant whenever i get over my writer's block. hopefully soon.

Postby rach1692 » Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:15 am

This is called the FICTIONAL part of the forum. He can write about whatever he wants. Just be glad he's contributing.

Postby ebby56 » Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:50 pm

Nicholas H. wrote:
ebby56 wrote:Marcobond----thank you for enjoy the story, after all, it pretty much was your idea in the first place.


Nicholas H-----What, pray tell, about my story, are you talking about? I am the first to admit that my writing isn't the greatest, but I am definetly running with the fact that this is purely fictional. Nothing like should ever happen in real life, obviously. Canuck's board was a source of some pretty interesting true stories, and obviously some of them weren't true at all, but I'm not operating under the pretense of truth, here.


More or less, this is an experiment in writing for me, so please, bear with me everybody. chapter three should be out within 12 hours or so.


Ebby, I've got nothing against you, your writing style or your story.

I am simply of the opinion that absence of clear story guidelines and moderator's laissez-faire have given way to a swarm of stories having little to do with the board's original purpose: true -or at least credible- childhood stories of tie-up games; the unfortunate consequence being that writers like RichardUK, PH or Tom Ford don't see any interest in posting here anymore.


Well, the unfortunate truth is that most of the fiction does not, in fact, reside solely in the fiction section. Just about every second story posted in the TRUE section contains scenes that are much too unreal to be anything but fiction. I take pride in the fact that my true stories are 100% true, and my fictional stories are 100% fictional.

Whether or not this particular branch of the forum should exist is another matter altogether, I'm just trying to ensure that Marco gets his story and that my writing learns a lesson because of it.