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She sat on her couch. Her long legs crossed. Inside she was very agitated and very angry bus as she looked at her lover who was seated in front of her, tied to the chair, she managed to crack a smile, a wicked smile.

?So you felt I would never find out,? she said. ?I told you nothing escapes me. I know everything that goes on here. And you disobeyed. I told you ?no men allowed?. You belong to me. I own you, everything you have comes from me.?

Her lover sat on the brown padded kitchen chair. Her arms tied behind her back and to the back of the chair. Her legs tied to the legs of the chair and her lower body also tied down, as well as her thighs. She just sat there. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders and touching about four inches off her shoulder to her back. ?Do you have nothing to say in your defense?? she was asked.

Her lover just looked into her eyes. She shook her head. ?I bet you even think you look prettier then I do. Maybe you think I don?t do enough to satisfy you. Is that why you have been sneaking out during the day? To find satisfaction in someone else?s arms? Because that is how I found you, didn?t I?? she said. Her lover shook her head. ?Well say something! I want to know.?

Her lover swallowed hard. ?It was an honest mistake. An old flame,? she said.

?What? Now you are lying to me? You told me you wanted nothing to do with men anymore after the first night I found you. You do remember the condition I found you in, worked over by a man. An old flame or maybe an old pimp? I should have known. Even for someone who has sworn off men, you were, and are, way too good,? her master said. ?I need to go somewhere and think. I have to punish you somehow. I cannot let this go without some form of punishment.? She got up and walked away from her slave. ?When I get back I will enforce your punishment. Things will never be the same again between us. You told me you love me. And you were devoted to me. You promised me you would make me happy.?

?Mistress, all I want is one more chance,? her slave answered.

?I have to think about that,? her mistress said. ?Your acceptance of the punishment will determine the extent of my forgiveness.? With that she grabbed her jacket and headed out the door, leaving her slave tied to the chair.

Her drive through the city: As she got into her car, she thought back about how she found her, walking the streets alone, begging for change to get a bus fare back home to her parents. She stopped her car and offered her a place to stay for the evening, out of the rain. ?I won?t do anything to hurt you. But there are wolves out here who will feed on you,? she told her. ?I have a spare room and I am sure you could use a nice hot meal.? The young girl, who now was tied to the kitchen chair, nodded her head and walked cautiously to her car and she got in.

They talked for a few minutes while they drove back to her house. The young girl told her everything. And she had the bruises to back it up. She had been assaulted by some of the wolves already. Being made to sell her body for a place to stay the night.

She took her home, got her into a hot bath, made her a hot meal and then showed her to a guest bedroom where she could sleep for the night. But later in the night, she was awakened as her young guest entered her bedroom and climbed into bed with her. She let her be and soon found her young guest sleeping beside her. The next morning, she took her to the hospital, got her checked out for bruises and cuts, took her to get some shots in case of disease and then took her back to her home. ?I will let you call your parents, if you need to. Where do they live? I think you need to tell them what has happened to you,? she told her.

But that did not go well. Her young guest was told explicitly ?Don?t you dare come home! We raised you better then that. We don?t feel sorry for you.?

?I cannot go back. They forbade me to return. I have no job, no skills; nothing,? the young girl cried. She took her in her arms and just held her. Before long, they were in her bed again, sleeping together. In the morning they woke up together. She got in the shower first to get dressed for work but soon her guest was standing beside her in the stall lathering her back and her torso and her chest. She let her wash her brown locks for her and even let her towel her off.

Back to the present and the deception: She drove around for about an hour and a half before she decided she needed to go home. Her mind was just overflowing with the past but now she had a difficult situation to deal with. Her lover had told her that she wanted to make her happy, and no one else but her. So she allowed the young girl to move into her home. ?But I refuse to be a burden to you,? she told her. ?You have to let me keep house for you and cook for you so that when you get home from work, you can relax. I want to take care of you.? She agreed to that.

Her only rule was to the young girl: ?If I find you in the arms of anyone else, then you are gone. No questions asked. If you want to stay with me, you belong to me exclusively. Do you agree to that?? The young girl accepted. And for a year it worked out until the situation cropped its ugly head.

She got home early from work one day and found her lover to be out of the house. As soon as she walked into the front door she was overpowered with the sweet smell of intoxicating perfume. Very expensive perfume at that. She noticed that nothing had been done in the house and nothing had been prepared for dinner. So she decided to go out for dinner. And when she called her favorite establishment for her private table, she was told by the maitre de that she had already booked the table for a 9:00pm dinner date. ?No I did not book the table. I just got home from work,? she explained.

?I am sorry Miss but the table has been booked with your American Express card,? the maitre de explained.

?I have had my cards all day,? she explained.

?Does Miss want me to cancel the reservation?? the maitre de asked.

?No, tell you what. Is the table across the aisle free? I will book that one. I want to see who shows up. Or better yet, give me the booth behind my private table and open the viewing mirror,? she asked. ?I will be there at 8:30.?

?Consider it done,? the maitre de said.

To her surprise, her lover showed up at the restaurant at 9:00pm with a man on her arm. The maitre de took them to the table and she watched as they hugged, kissed, touched each other, cuddled and just laughed with each other. The kissing though is what turned her stomach. Finally she got up and walked to the front door of the restaurant. She looked at the maitre de and spoke: ?Make sure their bill gets rejected and make sure they pay for their meal in cash.? The maitre de nodded his head. She walked out of the restaurant and went home.

The following morning she woke early and made coffee. Her soon to be punished lover came downstairs around 10:00am. She had already drank what she wanted but she drugged what was remaining. Her lover poured a cup of coffee for herself and soon she fell to the floor, being overpowered by the drug. She lifted her up, carried her to the living room, planted her on a kitchen chair and tied her to it. She left her there and went about her job, deciding to work from home.

At 2:00pm her lover woke from her drugged state and found herself tied to the chair. ?Oh god!? she screamed. ?What is going on?? She did not answer immediately as she was working in the basement office but when she came upstairs at 5:30pm, she found her lover begging to be released from her situation.

Going back home and the punishment: So she confronted her and now, here she was, on her way home after driving around for a good two hours. She knew what she was going to do and it was not going to be pretty. She knew that her love loved her long black locks and she always asked her to brush her hair before she went to bed. And she always did. But what she decided to do was to take what her lover loved most; her hair. She was going to shear her bald.

She got home, parked her car and entered her home from the garage. She did not go into the living room but instead went straight to her bedroom where she had a pair of men?s hair clippers. She changed from her jeans and white t-shirt into a short black skirt and a mauve colored off the shoulder blouse. She grabbed the clippers and she walked down the hallway that led to back stairs. She walked down the stairs and she entered the living room. She walked to the couch and sat down, facing her lover. ?So are you willing to accept your punishment and will you remain loyal to me?" she asked as she sat with her legs crossed. ?Whether you answer positively or not, I am going to punish you.? She raised the clippers to her face. ?What you did was deceptive. You stole my credit card number. You booked a table under my name but worse, you showed up with a man on your arm. And you had me convinced that you loved only me. You lied to me. I watched as he ran his fingers through your hair and he played with it and you were enjoying it, weren?t you? Don?t lie to me. I heard you moaning as he touched you.?

She finally stood up and walked to the back of the chair. ?Lower your head!? she ordered.

?No, please don?t do that,? her lover cried, ?I really am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.?

?But you did,? she said. ?Lower your head, now!? Her lover shook her head so she pushed her head down and flicked the switch on the clippers. She lowered the clippers and pulled aside the long locks to expose her lover?s neck line. The teeth of the clippers touched her neckline and she pushed the teeth deep into her lover?s nape, shearing her neck close and tight. Thick black hair fell to the floor. She watched as hair spilled to the floor behind the legs of the chair. ?This is your own fault. You should never try and deceive me. I told you I know everything that goes on here.?

With her neck shaved clean, she walked to the side and pulled back her hair from in front of her ears and starting at the sides, she shaved high to the crown and around the ear and down. More black hair fell to the floor, some of it even dropping to her lover?s lap. Her lover was no longer crying. She just sat and accepted what was happening to her. She knew she was in the wrong and she knew that if she did not want to be thrown out on the street, she would have to accept it. She also knew that she would be sleeping by herself for the next few months until her lover invited her to come back to her bed.

After shearing the two sides, her lover raised her chin so that she was looking directed into her eyes. She raised the clippers and touched her hairline. She pushed the clippers down the center of her crown. It took her lover a total of ten minutes to shear her clean to the bone.

Finally her lover placed the clippers on the couch. She sat down and looked, admiringly at her work. ?Yes, that is how we are going to have it. Every two weeks you will come to me for another cleaning. And I will decide if you need a shearing. Maybe I just might decide to shave you with a razor. It will be my choice,? she said. ?Do you understand?? Her lover nodded her head. ?In the meantime, you will sleep in your own bed. If you disagree, you can take your naked ass out the door now because I own all the clothes you are wearing. The choice is yours.? She got up from the couch and untied all the knots that held her lover to the chair. ?Now clean this mess up and put it in a clear plastic bag and leave it on the kitchen counter. All of it.?

She grabbed her clippers and walked to the staircase, returning to her bedroom.

Author: hairmaN001 Copyright protected ? 2005 Copyright registered and protected under international law ? 2000 JCWP DESIGN SERVICES .

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