Written by Tulip Fancy
Our girl is taken to hair salon where she is starting to be one the girls and hears the gossip of the ladies' bedroom life and recalls her own experiences as the "woman" in the bedroom.
Sally handed out the capes. I wasn't wearing one of my new corsets, just a normal girdle although Kelly did reattach the garter tabs, so I could wear my new stockings. She said wearing stockings has really improved the way I walk. I know it has made me very self-conscious. Every little step brings a little tug. So, when Sue tied my cape and got me to sit and lean back into the sink it was no trouble. This part I really like, having my hair washed and scalp massaged by someone else is Heaven, even if the rest of the process is mild torture.
Listening to the girls and woman chatting, discussing the men in their lives. Often made me question things that I thought I knew and were common knowledge. Maybe things are not how I thought they were. Things that my wife explained to me in the past.
Contrary to what I was led to believe, it almost seemed like some women enjoyed receiving a man's penis even when they weren't planning to have children.
When I wanted to enter my wife in bed for a change she told me, "The only reason a man would use his penis in a woman and would allow him, is to make children." After that, I never tried to initiate "traditional" sex again. She made me settle to allowing simply my tongue to touch her vagina to satisfy her. The man would take pleasure from knowing he has done a good job for his wife and just discharge in the night naturally because it was just waste sperm...sperm that would never go into her. Or perhaps the wife will help in another way, like my wife has lately. And like the help I had to give our neighbor Derick, sucking his cock. Although I mostly try to put that out of my mind. I think I can still smell and taste his discharge sometimes particularly when my wife is making love to me with her dildo.
I remember at the time noticing that Derick still got very ridged, particularly just before he discharged his semen into my mouth. I thought at the time it must be because they were again trying to get pregnant with his wife Doreen (I was "helping" a neighbor). I'm not so sure now. It must be quite annoying, becoming randomly stiff. Thankfully my wife showed me how to cure it. After about a year wearing a pipe ribbon, I was cured. I haven't needed it for a couple of years now but my wife likes to see it. She says it makes my pipe look petite and dainty and will continue to reduce its size and make my panties and girdles fit better and more comfortably.
I don't really believe half the things that the woman at the hairdressers says about their men. I think they just like to gossip. I don't behave in a way they say their men do and I doubt they do either. Like the men at the diner, I think the woman are just mouthing off to their friends.
As the foils were being taken out of me hair. I could see what Kelly meant about the contrast of the caramel highlight on the brunette colour I was given last week. It was a little more striking than I had imagined when Kelly told me what I was booked in for. I will definitely be wearing a scarf over it on the bus on Monday.
