“Now, allow me to play some soft, soothing music,” Brie spoke, “Wouldn’t you like that, Ororo?”
“Yes, that sounds nice,” Storm smiled, but then her brow wrinkled and she continued, “I keep asking myself the same question over and over when it comes to my hair. What was I thinking?”
“We all make mistakes on our way to achieving true BLISS, isn’t that right, honey?” Brie asked, as she pressed a button on the wall-mounted music play. Ororo wondered what she meant by that, but her thoughts were interrupted by a soft, soothing melody. The music washed over her once more and the weather-controlling mutant fell into a half-trance. Brie knew just by looking at Ororo’s dazed eyes that she was very suggestable and that the subliminals in the music would work their magic on her open mind.
“Now, time to get started,” Brie purred to Ororo.
The prospect of regrowing her hair caused Storm’s pussy to quiver with need, but in her current state all she could do was exhale a pleasurable, “Hmmm.”
“First I am going to treat the sides of your head with a special treatment that will stimulate your hair to grow,” Brie explained, as she slipped on a pair of gloves.
Ororo leaned back in the salon chair, completely relaxed thanks to the music manipulating her ever-softening mind. Brie then began to work the chemicals onto the sides of her head, giving the regal woman a scalp massage. The beautician’s fingers dug into Ororo’s scalp with just the right amount of pressure, and it caused Storm to feel extremely relaxed even as whatever formula Brie was using for hair regrowth began to tingle. Ororo rubbed her thighs together at the pleasant feeling, and felt another tingle pass through her at the prospect she would soon have normal looking hair and not that ghastly mohawk.
“Ohhh,” Storm moaned out, her speech had begun to slur slightly, “...feels sooooo nice. Thank you, Brie.”
“You are so very welcome,” Brie smiled down at Ororo, her large tits were heaving in her tight mini-dress. She loved helping unhappy women become total hotties, like herself and all the other stylists at Salon La Bliss, “We at BLISS live to serve. It feels so nice to serve, isn’t that right, honey?”
“Mmmmm,” was the only response Ororo could imagine. Between the chemicals in the hair regrowth formula and the music playing with her mind, the heroic woman was only dimly aware of what was happening to her. Her mind was wide open to suggestion, and she had beamed a wide, lazy smile at the idea of serving others.
“Next we need to stimulate the regrowth so it will take just over an hour for you to begin seeing results. You look so tired, Ororo. Drift off to sleep and I will wake you, honey. There, that’s it. Close those eyes. Yes, you enjoy following directions. We all enjoy following directions. Being submissive feels sooooo good,” Brie urged.
“Submissive….” Ororo murmured, the music washing over her tired and suggestible mind.
“Why do you want to look pretty, sweetie?” Brie knelt down, whispering in the half-conscious mutant’s ear, “Do you have a special man to show off for?”
“No… no man….” Ororo could barely keep her eyes open. She felt like she was drifting further and further, the music and the waves and the scents… she felt so calm. She felt so happy. She felt…
“Then you want to look pretty for everyone, honey,” Brie suggested. “You want all sorts of sexy men and women staring at your beautiful body.”
“Beautiful…”
“Yes,” Brie repeated, raising the volume of the ambient music, “Beautiful. Soft. Happy. In BLISS.”
“BLISSSSSSSS,” Ororo moaned. “BLISS… is… life….” The redheaded beauty grinned evilly when Ororo’s eyelashes fluttered with sudden sleepiness and she soon drifted off.
With Ororo asleep, Brie set to work. She rolled a hair dryer-like device into place. However, unlike a bulky hair dryer of old, this had an electronic halo that was placed around Ororo’s head. Brie typed in some directions and with a low hum, the device came to life. A low heat began to come off the halo and the device would pulsate in a red hue.
Making sure that everything was set with the ebony-skinned beauty, Brie exited the back room. She would return in just over an hour. That was more than enough time to visit Salon La Bliss’ break room. Brie wondered which one of her fellow stylists would be on break. Between the idea of helping Ororo improve her, frankly, mannish hairstyle, and the thought of having one of her fellow BLISS Sluts eating her out in the break room, the leggy redhead hadn’t realized just how wet she had become. She gazed down at the brief hem of her mini-dress and she hiked the brief garment up and began to rub her soaked bald snatch. It all felt so good, and Brie inserted two fingers into herself. She let out a long, wanton moan, but then stopped herself. She could relieve herself right there in the room with Ororo slumbering. The black woman was so out of it. She certainly wouldn’t care, but Brie felt the need to get fucked by her fellow BLISS Sluts.
Brie sashayed out of the room on her sky high heels. She rounded her way to the break room, Brie glanced over and saw that Olivia, the girl that Ororo had come in with, was being worked on. The redhead couldn’t help but beam at the wonderful progress she saw before her.
As she passed out of sight of the other treatment in progress, Olivia let out a hungry, vapid giggle. She couldn’t wait to see what her Master had in store for both Ororo and Oliva. The redhead came to the break room door and swung it open. She flashed a pleased grin, her tongue sticking out slightly between her perfect teeth when she saw the other stylists inside were already in the throes of deep passion.
As the door swung closed behind her she could hear Olivia crying out in complete ecstasy.