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Susie tried to speak but nothing
came forward. Sayuri Anzu tried and tried but not a word was heard.
As I reached down and grabbed the weights again, she
cried, "Oh n...no...n...no more...oh p...please...M...Master
its p...pulling my h...hair out...I c...can't take it
again...it h...hurts so m...much...oh God, does it hurt!!
With Sayuri's head held erect, Sayuri's blonde braids on the
outside of the dowels hanging downward, I again put the cone
weight through the chain and dropped them together.
Susie's scream continued with the moment the weights
were dropped. The braid at Sayuri's back kept Sayuri's head from
linching forward. Now Sayuri Anzu was feeling the pain to her
entire scalp.
Sayuri's incessant wailing continued until I closed the door
to the bedroom.
Upon awakening at 9 a.m., I had breakfast and began
dressing up for the second day of training. Today, I was to
become Susie Silkworth's personal hairdresser.
After putting on my orchid colored pants and black high
heels (4 inch spikes), I strapped a heavily padded bra on
and covered it with a tight fitting floral sweater. I then
sat down in front of my make-up area and for over thirty
minutes carefully applied false eyelashes, mascara, a hint
of rouge to my cheeks and finally a flame red lip gloss.
Lastly, I
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