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cing the mirror. Beginning at Jun's nape,
I carefully began combing out the long, wet and matted hair
with a wide tooth comb. In ten minutes, the now darkened
blonde mane hung dripping wet awaiting its final fate.
To test how well Susie's will had deteriorated, I
pulled from the drawer a very small blue permanent wave rod
and held it to Jun's face and in a demanding voice asked,
"what is this for, slave?...What would you like your
hairdresser to do with it?"
Jun's mouth went agape as Jun's eyes focussed on the perm
rod in disbelief. Jun Natsukawa then began stammering and stuttering
and finally saying, "A p...perm...permanent wave
r...rod...oh, I I d...don't believe it...oh God...this
c...can't be h...happening to
m...m...me...y...you're...n...not going to p...perm me, are
you Master? Oh n...no Master...please...d...don't p...perm
me...Oh God...no, I b...b...beg you."
"Shut the fuck up cunt," I yelled, while grabbing a
handful of wet hair and giving it a stern jerk. "Have you
forgotten, you are my fucking slave and I will do anything I
want to you? As I begin winding your hair bitch, you better
not move your fucking head is that clear cunt, is it??"
Susie immediately nodded Jun's head and as Jun's eyes met mine
in the mirror said, "Oh yes Master, yes, i
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