9th March 2011
In anticipation of His arrival here in just 10 days time (*runs round room shouting 10DAYSSSSS) I decided that it was time to get my hair cut this week. I usually get my hair cut every 6 – 8 weeks but since we parted in January I had left it to grow a little, which had the added bonus of saving a few pennies, but I don’t like it when it gets past a certain stage. It has a tendency to start to do strange things, like curling upwards at the back and turning into little corkscrews of hair round my face, no matter how much I straighten it, and so it was time for it to be bought back under control.
As He left for work on Monday I reminded Him that I would be out when he got to work.
“Ahhh that reminds me Slutmine, I want you to wear the pretty plug in your tight little bottom to the hairdressers. All that sitting down should help remind you of your place”
He was right of course, driving to the hairdressers I could feel it sitting snugly in my arse and then leaning back into the basin to get my hair washed it pushed its way deeper into me. Not a moment passed when I was not reminded of what a dirty little slut I was, and more importantly whose dirty little slut I was.
My hairdresser is a sweet young girl, I have been going to her a few years now and we often talk about things. She knows about my LDR relationship and was excited to hear he would be back with me soon. She is always trying to get me to change my hair, but I can be a bit of a stick in the mud about it, but this time when she suggested leaving it longer at the back I consented. Once she was done, she held up the little mirror. “What do you think?” she enquired…..
“Yeah I like it, and I know he will too”
“Oh, why do you say that?” she asked
In reply I reached up to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair and grinned up at her.
“He likes something to get his hands on” I told her
She grinned and her eyes widened and she said….. “Really? Damn, now I can’t wait for you to come back again next time”
Anyway, the point of this story is that the combination of the thought of His fingers curling into my hair and grabbing a nice handful as he uses me and the constant probing from the plug in my arse caused a sudden big rush of wetness between my thighs and by the time I got home I was literally throbbing for His attention. Sadly the timing didn’t work so well and I had to resort to taking a photograph for Him, in order to show Him just how turned on I was. He was delighted with the results though and the words ‘Wanton Wednesday’ and ‘ideal’ were uttered…..and I don’t think he was talking about the picture of my haircut either.