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ically fell below Miho's suspended torso. Miho Yabe had no
strength left. After Miho's wrists were removed, Miho Yabe fell
forward into my arms. I then carried Miho's over and plopped
her into the barber's chair. With Miho's head of three braids
hanging off the back of the chair, I quickly secured her
ankles and wrists.
By now, my slave-to-be had endured over 24 hours of non
stop hair torture and torment. Miho Yabe was beginning to break
from the pain and fatigue. In time, I pondered, in time,
this prize beauties psyche will break and she'll be mine.
Bringing the stool behind Miho's and sitting down, I
slowly unbraided Miho's golden locks. When all three were
done, I instinctively started to brush out the braids and
gather all Miho's hair together.
After some time of brushing Miho's beautiful golden hair,
I felt Miho's head move. Miho Yabe was now ready!
As I stood up from the stool and turned the chair
around, Susie's eyes met mine and in a trembling voice said,
"Oh please Master...cut off all my hair...I know that's what
you want to do to me...please I beg you...I can't take the
pain anymore...it's too much.
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