Saturday, December 7, 2013

Tammie Mac

After a few months offline we came back to see lovely posts from TammieMac in the comment section.

We'd love to be in touch.

Where can we find you?


Eugenie and Pamela.

More to come.

Hi all.

We have been busy with life as you may have surmised. However it's not because we did not post here that we have not kept up with our play time.

Coming soon are pix stories about heavy two tone action for Eugenie and perm + highlights + 80s teased style for Pamela.


The Hair Fetish Couple.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Forced Perm, part1

First, Eugenie had surprised me with 'the gift' during one of those wonderful evenings when we would meet and she had gotten ready for me. Dressed to stun and ready to make us travel she had prepared her offerings on the bed. From the wrapped state I really could not tell what it was. She had made me unwrap everything one by one in a strategic order to delay my reward and heighten my excitement. The first package let me know it had to do with hairplay (We have other fetishes, it was a nice touch to let me be able to know what to anticipate and fantasize about), and every other package made it clearer and clearer: she had gotten us, or should I say me, a perm necessaire. Little by little I unveiled tail comb, cap, rods (very small rods), and the main piece, the very strong 'you'll-never-get-rid-of-this-curl' lotion. As I went from item to item, I was completely taken and moved by the amazing thoughtfulness, playfulness, beauty and exceptional intelligence of my lover. I was speechless, excited and scared. Pretty much what she wanted me to be I suppose. There was no perm that night. She did open the bottle of lotion and the intense smell invaded the room instantly, she was smiling, I could see she was as excited as I was, she played with me and teased me, I loved every second of it. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of having finally found my match, my lover, my Eugenie.

Then, a few weeks later, upon arrival I found her very sparsely dressed and highly heeled with a stunning and really long platinum wig on. I made cocktails. We had a few and she proceeded to prepare me. I was to totally submit to her tonight (We switch a lot and both enjoy both predicaments), she had plans.
I ended up on a chair, looking at myself in the wardrobe's mirror, when she pulled out her gifts from a few weeks before. The tail comb, the rods, the lotion.
Eugenie, like every self respecting midwestern girl, got a LOT of perms when she was in high school. Every four months or so she went through the ritual. She also did her girlfriend's hair a lot and she has amazing skill left in her.
I must say that I got really nervous and that I had one too many of the cocktails so my memories of the actual chain of event is probably not as accurate as hers is. (Maybe she will care to jump in and give her view of what happened.) All I know is that she took her time and rolled my hair up in the rods, tight, and teased me all the while. It was truly an amazing experience. The sexiest hairdresser I had ever seen, in silk, imposing a perm on me. Absolute dream. When she was done, she realized she had forgotten the cotton to put around my hairline before applying the lotion so she made something of some paper towels. Once she had it set it up all around my head, she pushed my head back gently and started applying lotion to the rods. I felt the cool lotion dripping from the rods to my scalp.
I've had perms before, and I had a wonderful time in the hands of the salon girls, but getting a forced perm from my love, my lover, my mistress and my muse was beyond anything I experienced so far. I felt total abandon to her will and the bliss of realizing a very intense fetish together, at her whim was emotional overwhelming. The smell was strong, and she ordered me to keep my eyes shut so I could not see the process.
She teased and toyed with me for a while before she let me know that she had not actually permed me.
She actually managed to give all of the joy and excitement without having to live with the aftermath of tiny kinky and silly looking curls. (The rods are REALLY small)
She did say that I was only spared for a while and that she just wants to take her time. I know she is serious, one of these nights I'll come home and she'll give me a poodle perm. I can't wait.


Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Two Toned Too

I must admit, beyond my late 80's/early 90's permed styles that required an excessive amount of hairspray (and not as a finish, mind you, but a primer), I am admittedly a processed hair virgin. I have only applied wash-out color or died the ends of my hair black...obviously I have commitment issues.

Pamela is teaching me to be bolder and more adv
enturous with my hair play. I love subjecting her to extreme cuts and styles, but I am not so bold sitting in the chair, myself. I think it's time to change that. So, I am thinking of us both getting a two-toned look, so we can enjoy the process together. I will secretly tell the hairdresser to create the look on the right for Pamela (love the cut). She already has black hair for the base.

Mine, a little less daring, but bold for me, nonetheless. I am a darker strawberry blonde, so this may work with platinum on top...

I'm nervous, already!

The Weekend

We are in the process of planning a flamboyant weekend. Something for the books. In New Orleans. There will be lots of play and there will be hair play.
Both of us are excited at the prospect of letting loose and being wild in a town we barely know.
Finding salons is a challenge but we are confident in Eugenie super natural research abilities.

Eugenie is toying with the idea of being brave and getting her hair colored in a two tone design. Very blond on top and dark under to compliment her long and naturally red-ish hair. It would be a momentous event.
Pamela is toying with the idea of letting Eugenie call all the shots and relinquish all control of treatments to be done to Eugenie. There have been threats of double process and extreme haircuts, the anticipation is growing everyday.

Permed Bobs

Our current fascination lies with tightly permed and bleached bobs.
This picture is a great example of that style.
How long before one of us surrenders to the other and gets done?

It's definitely a commitment.

And a long time in the chair.

Play Friendly Salons

Eugenie and I have been looking for salons that are friendly to players.
Will the stylist go along with your plans? Will she partake and have fun, making the moment unforgettable? Will she bleach and perm your victims hair even though it might break in sink?
Is the salon discreet enough for shy players?

Please post a short description of your experience there too.