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ore.
With Madoka's head hanging down, I left the chamber. Her
screaming and crying out was more than I could handle.
It was now quiet in my bedroom as I scoured through
several hairdressing manuels addressing the subject of
Permanent Waving. I read and studied the detailed drawings
for several hours and finally decided Susie's fate.
Before retiring, I went out into the chamber and
observed my soon-to-become slave. Madoka's cries and screaming
had subdued to constant sobbing. Madoka Ozawa had apparently gotten
used to the fifty pounds of weight holding Madoka's head down.
I removed the cone shaped weights and sat them on the
floor. With Madoka's head still slumped forward, I braided the
back section of Susie's hair. When this pleasurable task
was done, I attached a hook through it which had over
fifteen inches of nylon rope at the end. The rope then was
placed through an O ring mounted in the wall behind the
cross rack. As I pulled the rope, Susie's head slowly rose
upward. I then secured the rope.
Madoka's eyes were swollen and shut from the unbelievable
pain which Madoka Ozawa had just endured for the past several hours.
Breaking and moving the smelling salts under Madoka's nose
quickly revived my captive braided slav
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