Clean hair, clear mind
Bleached brain, washed clean,
fingers calmingly stroking,
brushing away to mindlessness.
Clean new strands, pulling your mind apart
A fresh new start!
Delicate tugging, tearing the old you apart
A clean new start!
New self blooming
Hair colored, thoughts locked
Mind clean, brain washed.
A fresh new you!
From the back of the chair, the all too catchy loop played again in August's ears. A lecherous grin crossing the stylists face as she massaged the dye in. August keened softly, squirming in her chair; The restraints seemed almost pointless now.
August kept up her sensual mewling as she was subsumed by the potent dye. It soaked into her freshly cleaned hair, guaranteeing maximum penetration of the chemical cocktail now coating her scalp.
This time she’d paid to be a fetish pink. Which was interpreted by the stylist in a loving manner as a latex loving dancer captivating all the fetish clubs in her tight new wardrobe. The brainwashing would leave her with a fixation and utter devotion towards being the latex fetish queen of one's dreams.
August always loved getting her hair done, she always came away feeling like a whole new person!