Hitomi Kurumizama's head was reeling with apprehension as she sat on the back seat of the car. She had considered turning around and leaving, but the choice wasn't that easy. Not because she was coerced, but the alternative was for the sake of joining the Kamiya Winter project .
She worked in Kamiya Magazine Osaka branch as a sales representative for six months now, she have been pinching a few hundred dollars, here and there for free modelling. Initially, it was fun, but she found herself between the devil and the deep blue sea when the amount tantamount to five thousand dollars.
So when her boss, Kamiya Yoshida, the husband of Kamiya Asahi and chairman and founder of Kamiya Magazine found out about her Modeling skills , he was kind enough to give her a transfer to the main branch not as an employee but a model . She knew the tactics and tortures in joining the Kamiya Magazine group and now, here she was, outside the door to do her penance.
"Come in," a feminine voice answered from the other side as she knocked and entered and the sight that greeted her was a little unnerving. When she came it was the chairman's wife and CEO Kamiya Asami.
Kamiya Yoshida was sitting on the other side of his desk. He was in his late fifties, six feet three inches of perfection with a sleek immaculate hairstyle, and donned a spectacular pin-striped black suit.
"Good morning, Miss Kur..mi... sorry Kurumizama,"Miss Asami said and pointed to a chair. "Please take a seat."
"Morning, Mr…." Hitomi tried to wish Mr. Kamiya when Kamiya Asami cut her off.
"Sir," Miss Asami cut in sharply. "I prefer to maintain a high protocol during professional hours and me as Mistress"
" Sure…I mean…Yes sir and yes Mistress."
"You are an employee of our Osaka branch. I believe," she remarked, picking up a folder from the table with an engraved logo of the company and no doubt it was sent by our founder himself"
In all my dealings with them, Hitomi have found that they are very particular about their goodwill as well as the reputation of their employees and models. Which often leads to them to hire her services."
"Yes, Mistress," she mindlessly agreed.
"Right." She shut the file and looked directly at her "I had a rather extended conversation with my husband, last night, discussing the measure and severity of your discipline owing to be paid model without informing the company."
"Look, I am really…."
She quickly held up her palm. "Hold on to your apology because Mr Kamiya assure you that you will get plenty of chances for penance later. But, for now, please come and stand here," she pointed at the spot beside the Mistress. "Face to the chairman and while you are at it, let down your hair."
Hitomi just wanted this ordeal to get over and leave. So, she stood up and stiffly complied, awkwardly pulling the pins out of her messy bun. A thick curtain of coppery locks cascaded down her back, and somehow she felt like her shields were taken down. She have often been complimented for the length and shiny of her hair, being naturally straight and voluminous though she had a shaved nape tattooed with the company logo.
Mr Kamiya got up and scanned her from head to toe in a manner that almost ran a slight chill down her spine and gave a small nod.
"Good. As per my telephonic conversation with my wife, your punishment will be dished out in two parts that fit your crime. One, you will receive a certain number of strokes with a cane. And two, you will be recruited as my new next model with a package of 100,000 not in yen but in dollars"
"What!... I mean thank you sir!.." said Hitomi excited but nervous,but her celebration just ended fast when she was told to sign the contract and the forth clause mentioned that her first shot will be that she should cut her hair and will sport that cut till her contract ends.
The ground beneath her feet slipped. "What?" She gasped. "You can't be serious…."
" We are serious as the crime you have committed," he shot back asking no questions as he walked out of the room for a meeting leaving her with Asami Kamiya and her assistant Rika who just entered
"Now !.. first punishment,While the caning will serve as a quick rectification, one that will keep your backside sore for the next few days, next he wants you to be a hairmodel for the Kamiya hair fest and the loss of your precious locks would make you truly penitent in the long run. Mr Kamiya has requested for a prolonged reminder, preferably something that you won't soon forget." said Mrs Kamiya
"I have never had short hair. I…"
"I don't see how that's a problem. Besides, you will be donating the hair for charity and you will sport that short based cut based on the stylist's views and will sport it till your contract ends which means every four weeks you will have to trim ."
"Um .. Alright," She was slowly registering the words. "And a caning?"
"Yes. Have you heard the saying, 'six of the best'? Six strokes on the bare, and if you want to keep your clothes on, I believe the number would double up to twelve strokes. The choice is yours now. Six or twelve, Miss Kurumizama?"
Her throat closed up. "Six," she croaked.
"Right. Please go and stand beside the couch and bare yourself from the waist down."
When she didn't move an inch, wondering how did she land up in here, the assistant Rika snapped her out.
"Miss Kurumizama, my patience only extends so far as my professional commitment lies. You have a choice here — either go through this or walk right out, and no one will stop you. So make a quick choice, please."
Dejected, she wadded over to the couch and angrily yanked down her skirt. Miss Asami merely looked at her way and raised a brow, prompting to go on until she was well truly 'bare.' And only when her panties joined the skirt on the floor, she coolly came forward with the riding crop in hand.
Her memory went blurry. One moment she was standing half-naked, and in the next, she was bent over the arm of the couch, and her legs widely spread. A firm hand was set on the back of her neck, holding her in place while her other hand swung back. Finally, a calculated flick landed on her ass, almost making her break the position if it wasn't for the solid weight of her hand. By the third strike, Hitomi was cursing and sobbing. All six landed at different spots – from the swell of her asscheeks to the back of her thighs and sat spots. No wonder this Mistress was professional.
"You can get up now and put on your clothes. Then, whenever you're ready, let me know."
As badly Hitomi wanted to put on her clothes, even the merest touch of fabric throbbed her skin.
Miss Asami's fingers gently ran through her long hair, reaching down to her lower back, and for a fleeting second, it felt exhilarating. "You have truly beautiful hair," she murmured, too close to her ear. "Shame, we will have to chop it all off."
Hitomi's heart was racing, and her stomach dropped. She turned to the assistant to give Hitomi a good hair treatment before the cut and give special model training.
By the time she returned home, her ass had throbbed like a glaring reminder while she mourned the feel of the long hair. For two weeks she was given model training and attended the makeup room for her daily keratin treatment and in weeks her hair became like a waterfall till her ankles ready for the hair fest.
After the humiliating ordeal at the Kamiya training, Hitomi had now arrived with her Mistress at a remote area where there was a warehouse . There were many people around with masks so Hitomi was embarrassed to be seen dressed like a slut in latex knee length kimono. It was still very humiliating when Mistress Asami took Hitomi by leash and her hands tied and was walked like a prisoners. Hitomi was shaking at the thought of what was about to happen to her. "Just accept it " she said to herself thinking that it will all be over soon .
As the pair entered the tent, Asami was greeted by a woman in black kimono– "Hello you sly kitsune"
"My My Kejoro, still the expressionless witch as always, how's your hair doing" laughed Asami came towards the pale lady.
Hitomi Kurumizama could not understand but some maids took her to join other models dressed as same clothing as they were from the other branches of Kamiya.
She was joined with the girls where she met the two models who she knew in the Osaka branch. She greeted them as they greeted her back hugging each other as well as shaking for their upcoming execution. When the Assistant called, All the girls were taken into a large room.
The inside of the room was snug with the opposite wall populated by a few chairs and a long counter with mirrors. Bright lights shined on the seats and Hitomi could see that some preps had already been done on some models.
Immediately to Hitomi's left were a couple of clothes wrapped in a cover with sizes in each of the bundle.
As she was asked her size, Hitomi said her size of 6 to which the assistant gave her a size six. As she removed. It was another black kimono. Unlike the latex kimono, this kimono was made in revealing chiffon which her breasts could be visibly seen. She was then told to undress and lay on the table.
Hitomi walked straight as she saw other girls too laying down on a black massage table getting inspected.
As she lay on the table. The assistant inspected her body.
"Oooh you're quite bushy down there! AND WET!" laughed the assistant as she then touched Hitomi 's pussy. "We will certainly be taking care of that " said the assistant as she brought shaving foam and then started applying shaving cream and brought out the razor . Hitomi held very still as her bushy hair were shaved clean. After finishing, she was made to wear the kimono handed to her which was even shorter than her knee length latex kimono. The present kimono had a micro skirt length while given to wear a loin cloth as an undergarment.
"Alright let's get you washed up." the assistant said as she appraised the fit, pulling and tugging sometimes at a sensitive part of the ensemble. She then led Hitomi out of the room and over to the sinks she had seen before. As they went through the open flap, the two girls who she met had been sitting at the sinks before were coming in with their wet hair up in towels.
As Hitomi sat at a sink, the Assistant held the form in front of her. "I just need you to sign this."
'Right.' Hitomi thought as she could not refuse.
As soon as the form was signed, her seat was tilted back. The motion cause the breasts which were not worn were showed revealing. She closed her eyes as the water was turned on right by her head and she felt the warm spray on her face. As she felt her hair getting wet, she could barely hear Assistant having a conversation with another girl who was covered in towel.
A woman came in and folded her sleeves as she washed Hitomi 's hair.As she felt her strong cold fingers massaging shampoo into her hair, she opened her eyes and saw the woman with a kimono.
"To the Winds of flower, to the stream of the river, Katsumi Kejoro at your service"
"Umm.. hello" Hitomi said as she was thinking her eyes as water splashed to her face.
The woman bowed as she said "I'm going to be cutting your hair and all twenty models today and just for the sake , I am a friend of your boss, the fox witch who tortures you young girls. But don't be afraid as your hair is under my care and whatever I give you will not satisfy to Kamiya-san but also to you"
"Um.... thank... you, Miss Katsumi" Hitomi said in a low voice.
"I want you to know me as Miss Kejoro for the next few hours . You seem like someone who shine this Kitsune's dungeon. And it's actually kind of fitting you see your long mane because I get to decide what happens to your hair now. I can trim it a bit, I could cut it all really short or I could shave it all off if I feel like it."
With her fingers massaging her scalp, slowly in little circles from front to back then from the sides and up. Hitomi would've still quivered a little and said "Yes, Miss Kejoro"
Miss Kejoro's fingers stopped but only for a split second. "Please tender your hair for the last time as Miss Kamiya said, she wants you to have the special attention? but rest assured you are under my hands"
"Yes Miss Kejoro." Hitomi smiled.
"How close was it when you last got it cut?"
"When I was six, it was trimmed by my mother." Hitomi tried to sound nonchalant but she answered quickly and was beginning to get overwhelmed in the sensation. The strong fingers caressing her head, the smell of the shampoo & conditioner, the notion that she belonged to this woman at the moment who was going to cut all her hair off.
"You like getting your hair cut don't you?" she almost whispered into her ear as the water spray was muffled by her hair.
"No, I was admired by all designers, but since I now work under Kamiya. I have given my hair" She tried to act nonchalant about it again.
"I see, you never had an actual cut, you will now. The sound of the shears crunching through your hair, the feeling of the clippers humming up your neck, seeing your hair fall in your lap." spoke the woman.
She couldn't hide it anymore. " I will try to get used to it" Hitomi exclaimed, before bighting her lip.
"Wonderful. I set this whole thing up for people like you and me. I think you're really going to enjoy what I have in mind for your haircut." Hitomi noted how she said as the Kejoro knew she was nervous and seemed to understand her, know how much she was getting off on it.
The shampooing was over all too soon and Hitomi was then taken back to the tent, rather forcefully by her "Mistress", which she didn't mind. The Kejoro sat her in the seat in front of the other models who were frightened seeing the Kejoro. The two other girls she had seen before were sitting next to her, in robes. The assistant in a cat mask was blow drying one of the girl's hair.
She was just about finished blow drying the purple haired woman. The other girl's black hair was already styled in a forward swept manner. She seemed to be admiring it but the worry in her eyes made Hitomi think she was regretting that she was now waiting to have it cut.
The masked assistant left the blowdryer on as she turned it to Hitomi 's hair. The purple head was now admiring her hair in the mirror. It had been blown straight but with big loose curls which rested on her robe covered bosom. "That's great!" She exclaimed.
"All, three of you have great hair." The masked assistant replied as she brushed Hitomi 's hair, rolling the ends with the brush.
"I'm Chisa, by the way and this is Mai" said the purple head
The girl with the black hair waved and barely uttered "hi."
"Hi...I'm Hitomi ."
Mai seemed to be asking Chisa something Hitomi couldn't hear over the dryer. But soon the assistant was finished and Hitomi's hair was straight and shiny flipping out a little as it bounced around her shoulders. Her bangs had been brushed straight down then tucked behind her ear.
The masked assistant left with an "I'll be right back." and the girls sat for a while and talked about the hair execution. It turned out it wasn't Chisa's first but it would be the first time she would be getting a cut at one. She didn't seem nervous though.
"They can do whatever they want. I'm still aiming to be at the fashion week in London, Besides, I'm just so done with my long, bla, boring, hair."
"You don't think they would really shave it all off, do you?" Mai asked.
"How would that show off that bitch Kamiya?" Replied Chisa who too had to join to save for her college fees.
"They could be endorsing equipment like clippers or something." Hitomi interjected.
"I suppose." Chisa replied. "Well, if they want to shave my head they can. I kind of figured that if I got a really bizarre hairstyle, like something just too weird, I might just shave it all off anyway."
"That wouldn't freak you out?" Hitomi asked. She was scared to go bald.
"Nah, I tried to once." Chisa replied. "Not a complete shave but a few years ago I was really into punk, walked into the only salon in my town and asked for a morhawk. The stylist would only go so far as a chinadoll bob, which was actually kind of cute but I had psyched myself up for the cut. I mean, I'm sure I would freak out a little at first but I wouldn't have a meltdown."
"I might." Mai added
After what seemed like hours of chatting about everything, The Cat masked assistant finally entered again.
Hitomi shaking as assistant came in and was holding three lengths of chain and walked directly over to the girls. Mai audibly gasped while Chisa raised her eyebrows and grinned.
"I hope you're almost ready for new haircuts girls. We need to get you to your stages." The cat mask girl said as she stepped behind them and told them to face the mirror and show their insides.
The three scared, She put a vibrator into the three model's pussy making them shake as Hitomi started wetting. The vibrators were tied like belt as the were made to sit again.
The assistant then put the chain on Mai and strapped into her choker around her throat to which she attached one of the chains. Mai's eyes grew wide and she reached for the choker before The assistant sightly smacked her hand. ""Don't mess with that. It's not too tight, is it?" She asked before fixing the choker around a grinning Chisa's neck.
"Um, no." Mai squeaked.
Hitomi was shaking still and went to lift her shoulder length tresses for the and the chain was latched onto hers.
The assistant then gave the chain a little Jingle which sent a 'chain' reaction that reached her nipple .She flash a smily at Hitomi who couldn't help but bit her lip and blush a little at the sensation.
"Okay. lets go." the masked assistant said, taking up the two other chains and giving them a little shake. The three hair models got up and followed her out of the room.
Hitomi checked the hairstyle of the assistant. It was a really severe cut, buzzed really close all over, but her hair was so thick you couldn't see the scalp except in some parts of the elaborate design; and with her features she still looked very feminin. She could see little flecks of the assistant's hair still stuck to her porcelain skin.
They got quite a few stares as they were led through the backstage area .Some were hair models, some startled, others amused, and a few looked really intrigued.
Hitomi was shaking as tears were about to drop but the assistant warned not to cry before the cut as they were led through the wide hall on leashes and she also got to do some staring of her own. One young girl she could see with an ultra short pixie, drying her tears, was on the phone with her mom. Another woman had a mid-back length of freshly cut really long stringy layers being snipped into a more sensible pageboy; almost wincing with each snip as long lengths of hair fell to the floor.
They were eventually led to another curtained off area that had another well lit vanity but with a small stool in front of it. All sorts of lengths and colors of hair scattered the floor. The vanity was cluttered with all sorts of tools for cutting and styling. Hitomi could also hear cries leading to the stage where something was going on; beyond the door, she could hear screaming of women as they got their hair cut.
The assistant lined up the girls in front of the door, Mai first, Chisa in the middle, and Hitomi at the end.
"I got to go now. Don't move from these spots." said the Assistant before leaving them alone in the backstage area.
Hitomi gazed at the assortment of cutting and styling tools on the vanity.
"What do we have here!" Hitomi spun around to see Misss Asami's assistants. Mai shrieked as Chisa smiled
"You think that's funny?!" Rika darted over and picked up Chisa's hair.
"Ah.... it's paining, my hair"
"I think we're going to have to punish you girls. What do you think Sadako?" she asked the other assistant.
"This one had them in her." replied Sadako. "I'm going to have fun seeing her get her hair done by the Kejoro she teased, grabbing Mai's leash and running her fingers through the petrified girl's hair.
"please don't… I don't want…" Mai's stammering was cut off by a small flashing light by the stairs.
"All right, let's go." Rika said, grabbing Chisa's leash and leading her behind the other two up them.
Hitomi was petrified as she watched them being dragged on stage, Mai verbally pleading and even struggling a little, Chisa trying to act frightened but seemingly amused as both were pinned to the pillory to get their turn.
Hitomi couldn't help but follow to see what was going on. She could hear woman and another women screaming as the Kejoro was cutting. She could also hear Mai begging for mercy. The audience applauded and it sounded like there were a lot of them.
As she peered through a crack in the curtain, Hitomi could only see Chisa sitting and Mai must have been on the other side of the stage. She could also see a bizarre looking barber's chair with a few levers and what appeared to be straps.
She could only hope it was waiting for her. Chisa was locked into the chair that held her upright but not by her head, rather, around her shoulders. They were slender, elegant, and appeared to be made of Lucite.
The Kejoro walked and was soon running the clippers up the side of her head. Buzzing long sheets of hair to the floor. She then turned to the otherside and from the sounds of the buzzing and sobbing, it sounded like Mai was getting the same treatment.
Hitomi watched with envy as she saw the Kejoro working her way around Chisa's head continuing to buzz all of the long hair off. And though she was restrained and wincing, Chisa seemed to be enjoying herself.
She would occasionally give a little struggle in the spirit of things but the Kejoro would clamp her free hand down on the girls head and continue buzzing away. the Kejoro seemed to be using an attachment, the teeth would disappear into Chisa's mane, rippling through it and poking through the hair on top while sending piles cascading to the floor.
As the woman put away the clippers and started snipping at Chisa's bangs with scissors, Hitomi realized that she was getting the Chelsea cut. Then Kejoro was hunched over the girl with the clippers again buzzing a design into the girls hair.
"So you're a curious one too." Hitomi heard Miss Asami's voice behind her. She spun around. The Mistress wearing a red coloured kimono and wore a fox shaped mask was picking up a wide paddle brush from the vanity.
"Very naughty, she said grinning. Hitomi fell on fours as Miss Kamiya sat on her back smoking her pipe and laughed.
Hitomi couldn't help but her heart had skipped a beat. Her excitement grew as she felt the Mistress grab her chain from behind her and drag her on stage.
"This one was snooping around, trying to see what you're doing." she said to the masked assistant.
"Don't worry," The Miss Asami cooed at her. "You're about to get your turn." She inserted her finger in between Hitomi 's cleavage and pulled down.
Hitomi followed the finger in order to avoid a wardrobe malfunction and was soon bent over with her butt sticking out. The Mistress cackled as she spanked her with a riding crop. Her cheeks grew red…Both sets. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
After receiving ten smacks she heard Miss Asami command two maids one in a topknot
and a bowl cut.
"It looks like Kejoro finished her friends.Take her to the chair and strap her in."
The maid girls nodded, as they dragged Hitomi around to the front of the salon chair with Miss Asami following them. Hitomi was barefoot as she touched the hair of other models crunched under her feet as she stepped.
She stood Infront of eager crowd as the Kejoro finished cutting a model's hair who she earlier having a Bob cut into a faukhawk. As she left, the bowl hair maid brushed the chair and then Miss Asami pushed Hitomi as she told to sit.
The slim arms ended in soft leather straps; there were also ankle straps above the foot pedestals, of which there were two. They were spaced shoulder width apart and locked into some small machinery on the bottom of the chair by thin chrome bars. The seat was contoured, like someone lived in it for so long they made an indent. Almost in the middle of the seat, right at the crotch of the contoured cushion, there was a hole.
Before she could get a good look, Miss Asami spanked and she made her to "Sit." again.
Hitomi couldn't help but obey. With a "Yes Mistress." as the Kejoro looked annoyed seeing Asami.
Hitomi went to sit in the chair. She sank into the seat a bit. It was actually very comfortable but still bewildering, especially when the maids started strapping her arms into the rests. Both at the wrists and the elbows. The cushioning on the arms made it feel nice but Hitomi attempted to wriggle free nonetheless.
This elicited a chuckle from many of the audience members. Hitomi looked up. The lights were still bright from this angle but she got a much better look at how many people in masks filled the hall.It looked like literally thousands. Hitomi 's mouth hung open in disbelief. This elicited another chuckle from the audience to whom it seemed like she was surprised they were there at all. She didn't realize how big the hall was and it seemed packed.
"Hitomi , these are all the people who adored you're hair, now let's see how they react as they see your hair get cut" laughed Miss Asami as she told the Kejoro to start.
The maid with bowl had just finished strapping in Hitomi's left ankle and the maid with a topkot was finishing with her right. Hitomi gave an earnest struggle both to see how tight she was bound .She prayed as she found herself in. While doing so she tried to look in the hole that was now between her legs. It wasn't clear what went into or came out of it but she expected it would be something that would make this experience even more erotic for her.
"Settle down!" the Kejoro commanded as she pulled on the leash which was now woven into something on the back of the seat. The chains running through her nipple as Hitomi was pulled back into the embrace of the strange salon chair. She bit her lip, holding back a moan.
The maids stood on either side of her with their arms stretched out like they were presenting her as a prize on a gameshow. The mistress took out her riding crop and swatted at their behinds. "Get out." the girl with the bowl cut ran off but as the girl with the topknot was walking away, the Mistress grabbed the long tail bobbing on the top of her head.
"You wait one moment." she nodded and shook the topknot a bit. She immediately, took a pair of scissors from the metal tray, and wrapped the jaws around the base of the topknot. Hitomi could hear the scissors crunching through the hair of the maid and watched as she was freed, falling to her knees as the Kejoro pushed Asami and held up the maid.
"Now get back there!" the Mistress shouted at the now sobbing slave, smacking her behind with the riding crop as the Mistress took her own severed hair. The girl ran away sobbing. The Mistress threw the topknot to the floor as one of the assistants began to address the haircuts Mai and Chisa got. The girls were freed from their chair and now being paraded across the stage.
Chisa seemed delighted with her chelsea cut with a graffiti style design buzzed in and even bent down obligingly for audience members asking for a closer look. Mai seemed to be relieved that the ordeal was over and all she had to live with was a side buzz with a really cool spiderweb design. Tears streaked her makeup as she tried to smile for the audience. Rika and Sadako then led them off the stage.
The Mistress prompted applause as the Kejoro stepped behind Hitomi once again. She put her hands on Hitomi 's shoulders.
"What will we do with all this thick hair ?" Asami asked the Kejoro who was checking Hitomi 's hair sectioning it.
She turned her eyes to Hitomi . "Looking at it and you're proposal for this girl, we're going to have to cut a lot off." She combed through some of the hair with her hands.
In truth, Hitomi's hair hadn't seen a blowdryer or a flatiron in a while before that day. This was the best her hair had looked in years. The Kejoro was now digging a hand into her thick mane.
"When was the last time you got a trim Hitomi " Asami asked pulling her cheek.
Hitomi heard her but was lost in the sensation of her hair being pawed at, The Kejoro's fingers massaging her scalp, the notion that all her hair was going to get chopped off, and she still couldn't get over how many people were watching her 'suffer' this humiliation.
The Mistress cackled as she combed Hitomi 's hair with her hands. She lifted it all up and let it fall gently to Hitomi 's shoulders. "Looks like more than a few years." The Mistress turned and gestured to the audience. "I think we should let the Kejoro do her magic and make her bald."
Hitomi was surprised at how many audience members cheered this notion. She was shaking in fear. Was this really going to happen? Was all her hair going to be completely buzzed off? If it was ever going to happen, this was the perfect situation for it from her point of view. She just didn't want to have to walk around with no hair for the next couple of months. She was bought to talk when the Kejoro slowly rubbed her hair
"No, hair completes a lady, She will not go bald. But I think we can do something with this hair." The Kejoro said as she was running her fingers through her hair in long slow strokes, from scalp to tip. She relaxed again under her attention. Her eyes closed in relief.
"But we are going to have to cut off most of it, and buzz some too." her eyes snapped open again. The audience was really enjoying her reactions.
The Kejoro rubbed her and told not to worry as she is in good hands and sectioned the hair as a assistant came putting the cape on Hitomi .
The Kejoro had combed her hair with her fingers so it was all splitted out evenly about her shoulders.
Hitomi started weeping as her makeup totally runined her face. She closed her eyes as she began with Asami smiling in the front.
The Kejoro placed her right hand firmly on top of Hitomi 's head as The Mistress looked on.All Hitomi heard was the snapping of them in the air by her ear. Then she watched as her eyebrows raised, as they closed around the hair hanging in front of her left ear. They softly and swiftly crunched through the hair, severing it just below her chin. Long pieces of hair slid down her chest, and settled into the cape as it fell. Now she could feel the shorn tips of her toes.
She began to moan . Asami walked as she rubbed the hair of Hitomi's as she showed her and rubbed it into her face. The Kejoro got annoyed as she was troubling her.
"The fun has just started" said Asami as she pulled the cape and opened little from her kimono as her breasts could be seen, She spun her chair around so her back was facing the audience. The chains clinked through the hoops in her nipples a little more. As Asami backed away as Kejoro continued she felt the cold metal of the Kejoro's scissors on the back of her neck, . The blades whispered in unison.
Hitomi marveled at the overwhelming sensations. The sight and the feel of her hair falling onto her breasts and sliding down to tickle her other nipple. A assistant came near her and hold her hair as the fingers gripping the top of her head, holding her still. The cold blades of the Kejoro sliding along the back of her neck, as her hair tumbled down her shoulders. The sharp ends scratching lightly in a line across the nape of her neck. And of course the eyes; she could feel all the eyes in the room locked on her, watching her and cheering as her hair was being sheared away to a bob that hung just under her chin.
It was actually over rather quickly but Hitomi still felt it all building up in her as her chair was swung back and forth, showing the audience their handiwork. Hitomi 's arms and legs tugged at the straps and the chain of her dress rattled against the piercings and tugged a little as she was whipped around once again to face the audience.
"What do you think?" Miss Asami asked.
Hitomi thought the question was addressed to her. "I love it Mistress." she replied, swinging her bob from side to side.
There was a short pause before The Kejoro as Asami burst into laughter. The audience quickly followed.
"Good answer," Asami cackled "but I wasn't asking you." She grabbed a long thick bundle of shorn hair that was hanging out of Hitomi 's cleavage. She teased Hitomi with the ends on her chin, nose, and nipples. "You don't get a say."
"I think she's under the impression that we're done with her." The Kejoro said, digging her fingers into Hitomi 's hair once again, massaging her scalp.
"Oh no sweetie." Miss Asami said mockingly "A lot more of this hair will be hitting the floor before we're done with you."
She dropped the hair in her hand to the floor for emphasis. Then turned her back to Hitomi and addressed the audience. "What do you, my fellow audience think?" She asked as she walked to the edge of the stage, towards a group of very vocal middle aged women. Asami bent down so the rest of the audience could hear the group's responses.
The first one, a woman with a long face and a blue dress, said "I like the bob, but layer it a little more." audience members clapped appreciatively but Asami dramatically stifled a fake yawn as another woman lunged towards her and yelled "Shave it all off."
"I like the way she thinks." Asami commented and by the sound of the cheers, there were many others who agreed or were just into the spirit of the whole thing now.
Another person leaned in "She would look great in that bowl cut you had on the other maud"
Then his friend piped up "That would look cool but I think she needs something a-symmetrical and funky."
"People." Katsumi Kejoro replied, stepping out from behind Hitomi "I like that idea." She continued walking towards the front of the stage talking about a-symmetrical haircuts. She didn't seem to notice Asami slowly walking back towards Hitomi .
She realized Asami was up to something . She crept up to Hitomi 's side in a dramatic manner and pulled her clippers from the tray. She placed her other hand on the back of Hitomi 's head and brought the clippers up in front of her victim's face. Hitomi couldn't help but stare at the sleek machine Asami grasped in her hand. The textured body looked soft to the touch; one end rounded and the other a vicious set of hair severing teeth. As it popped to life inches from her forehead she felt both terror and longing. She didn't want to be bald .
Hitomi felt like her voice couldn't work. "Please don't." was all that would squeak from her throat. As the softly humming clippers approached her hairline, she heard the audience begin to moan as if they were reaching the peak of a rollercoaster. She struggled with the straps of the seat as she tried to sink as deeply in it as she could. She pressed her head back into Asami's strong grip. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling that she was in her own erotic rollercoaster as she felt the vibrating clippers touch the top of her forehead and the chains of her dress tug at her nipple rings a little.
Then, before they were able to buzz down the middle of her head, Hitomi felt the clippers being lifted away. She opened her eyes to see the Kejoro lifting his Asami's hand away from her head. She grinned at her as she gave a wide cheeky smile back.
"Go sit an let me do my work!" she scolded before telling the assistant to escort her to the chair.
She cooed with pleasure turned back around with her best puppy dog eyes visible through her eye mask before giving her insincere "Sorry" .
The Kejoro scuffed as she called an assistant and asked to
put the number three attachment on that and get over here.
She then turned to a frightened Hitomi .
"Don't worry, as I said you're in good hands, but as the audience said, you need to get buzzed, so fear not as the buzz will just massage your head, are you ready"
The frightened Hitomi nooded as tears and tears started dripping as she saw the assistant bringing the clippers.
The assistant slid to Kejoro's side clipping on the number three attachment.
Hitomi exhaled for the first time in what felt like an hour. She was on the verge of orgasm. She could still feek the clippers on her forehead, imagining what it would've felt like if Miss Kejoro hadn't gotten there in time. Imagining the humiliation of her head being shaved quickly and ruthlessly as the crowd cheered on. But the teasing had to feel almost as amazing as the real thing as she was about to explode anyway.
"So as I was saying, we'll start by pinning up all this hair up here." The Kejoro said, sectioning off the hair at Hitomi 's crown and clipping it on top of her head. The rest he combed down over her ears and neck. Hitomi began to worry again. She got so distracted by Asami's teasing that she had no idea what the Kejoro said in regards to her plans for her hair. She felt completely lost but wasn't sure she wanted to be found. She looked from Kejoro to Miss Asami siting on either side
As her hair brushed against her neck and bounced against her chin, she realized that was the last time she would be feeling that sensation for a while. The Kejoro planted her hand firmly on top of her head as the assistant gave the clippers to the woman. The sound of the clippers' went from soft hum to insistent buzz as they scooped under the hair in front of each ear.
Hitomi screamed in fright as they travelled up the sides of her head. She could see them moving up either side in her peripheral vision as she saw the audience collectively gasp. Some shocked and covering their mouths, others gleefully staring and pointing, some in the back craning their necks so they could get an eyefull .She saw Asami laughing while Rika was taking a video of her cuts. She started crying as she could see the hair falling. Lots of it. But what was also driving her wild was the sensation of the vibrating clippers sliding up her head, the cool feeling on her scalp after they pass, the hair falling on her breasts and getting caught in the cups and cleavage of the ornate dress.
As the assistant wiped her tears she sat up straight once again, comfortable in the Kejoro's grip. As she did, the chains rubbed against her nipples. She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together, feeling the strap of the thong as the Kejoro buzzed more handfuls of hair from the sides of her head. It all dropped to her shoulders, some falling to the floor some sliding down to join the growing pile atop her breasts. The Kejoro spun the chair sharply again so her back was facing the audience.
She began to come as she felt both clippers slide up behind each ear and travel all the way up to her crown. As she quivered with pleasure, her arms and legs tugged at the soft leather straps holding her down. As the Kejorob uzzed away handfuls of hair, the Kejoro tried to get as much of it as possible to pile up in her cleavage.
The Kejoro pushed her head down so that her chin was to her chest. She felt some of the shorn hair tickling her chin and nose. She looked at it all piled up in the cups of the dress, hanging out of the cleavage and caught in the chains and links holding the ensemble together. It was as if the dress was designed for this very purpose: to catch, snag, and entangle lots of falling hair.
Her orgasm was building as she felt the clippers sliding up the stretched nape of her neck. More of her new bob was buzzed away. So much hair was still coming off and now falling in her lap. She loved the feeling of the clippers vibrating against her nape.
It had been too long since she had that hair buzzed away and it was amazing to feel the air back there. The feeling was intensified by a mist of cool water now being sprayed all over her head. She could barely understand that the kejoro was explaining well on wet hair as he soaked what was left. It was like something out of a dream. She felt like she was about to orgasm, her heavy breath was swirling the thick mist hovering around her.
The Kejoro stood in front of her grinning at her as he spun her around to face the audience again. As she cranked a lever on the side of the chair, she felt herself being lifted up.
"So we're going to see what they can do with another patch of wet, hair." As she cranked a lever on the other side of the chair, she felt her legs being spread wide. As the skirt of kimono barely covered anything to begin with, the audience couldn't really see too much more than they did before, but the reaction was very audible.
They cheered, some whistled, a few laughed which was most embarrassing because she didn't understand why. It was hardly a laughing matter but it had been a while since she had groomed herself down there and the hair bushed out around the thong like the wolfman in a balaclava. She did feel pangs of embarrassment as her head was pushed down by the mistress.
She thought she was just supposed to watch the woman slowly slide her scissors up her thigh, sniping the waistband of her thong and uncovering her hairy mound. But as she did, she heard the Clippers pop to life behind her. The Kejoro slid her wet and mangled thong out from under her and threw it to the ground before popping on her clippers.
She then felt Miss Kejoro's clippers on the base of her nape, raking at her hairline. She could tell that her neckline was being buzzed shorter but she couldn't tell if there was any sort of attachment on them at all.
At the same time The Kejoro placed the clippers carefully where the hair began and slid them up, scooping it all away and onto the floor. Hitomi moaned with pleasure and began to shake in the chair as she continued to orgasm.
The Kejoro held her canvas still by plunging two fingers deep into her and leaning on one of her thighs. The woman asked the assistant to strengthen her grip as well as her clippers continued to buzz at Hitomi 's nape. Being held down and buzzed at both ends at the same time was something that she thought she wouldn't ever experience and it was wilder than anything she had imagined.
The Kejoro pressed her thumb into her clit and gently pulled on it as she carefully buzzed away the hair, now without an attachment. As she came she couldn't help but watch the Kejoro work, as the assistant grip was strong. Hitomi shook more violently and shouted as the Kejoro slipped in another finger and the assistant began to buzz the hair around her ears even shorter. She could see little flecks of hair raining down on her and the Kejoro.
Feel them cold and wet on her shoulders, thighs, and breasts. In moments she had trimmed and shaved away enough of her bush that it resembled a sun peaking up out of a valley.
The audience cheered enthusiastically as she openly came in front of them. There was no hiding it this time, even the assistant released her grip and backed up while Hitomi trembled and moaned. The Kejoro had finished shaping her bush but continued to finger her as she came. she plunged her fingers deep, so deep she pushed her back in the seat a little. As she held her there for a moment, he inserted the Clippers, still running, teeth first, into the mysterious hole in the seat of the chair. As he released her, she slid a little back down in the seat and straddled the the smooth soft body of the clippers. The shaft was as soft as the calves leather holding her legs down and it vibrated all along the lips of her labia up to her clit.
As Hitomi shouted and writhed in ecstasy, the Kejoro turned to the audience the clip holding up the last of Hitomi's hair came out and her bob shook free. Some of it stuck to her face, damp with water and sweat. The Kejoro brushed some of it back up with her hand before and wrapped her whole arm around her head, holding her still while the assistant finished cleaning up around her ear. The woman stroked her freshly buzzed nape with her other hand. The audience cheered gasped and whistled at the display but Miss Kejoro just tried to hold her still like she was fidgeting.
Hitomi could barely see anything with Miss Kejoro's arm holding her head but she could feel the clippers, hear them humming in her ear, the sharp buzzing change of pitch as they ate away at more of her hair. She could feel that the sides and back were being cut really close.
Soon the woman released her grip, spun the chair around so her back was facing the audience once again and turned off the clippers still humming in between her legs. Hitomi was grateful for the moment to breathe but soon felt that she longed for miss Kejoro to turn them back on. As she walked around her, she could see the thick bulge practically bursting out.
Miss Kejoro addressed the audience and lifted up the longer bobbed hair.
"Wonderful" screamed Asami as she watched. The Kejoro then started spraying Hitomi 's hair with a cool mist of water again while combed her bob straight down all around her. Hitomi felt dazed and confused, like she just took a bathroom break. She had caught her breath but her mind was still reeling and shivers were still running up and down her spine.
She couldn't see a thing as Miss Kejoro had combed her hair down over her eyes. She felt the woman's hand grip the right side of her crown as the assistant Popped the clippers to life on Hitomi 's left. She then felt the hair on her left side being lifted up with a comb. She heard the humming clippers approach and the change of pitch as they buzzed through her wet hair. It cascaded down to her shoulders and tumbled all around.
Hitomi felt her hair flop back down to just cover her ear which was a surprise as she was expecting to feel a lot less. As she was thinking this more hair was lifted up and buzzed away but she still felt it flop down over her ears. As the assistant lifted more hair on her left and buzzed at it,Miss Kejoro slipped her scissors into her bangs. She slid them down almost to her eyes and snipped from left to right.
Hitomi squinted as the bright lights invaded her left eye. The long wet strands of hair tumbled down her breast to get caught in the folds of leather cupping it. She could see the Kejoro's face very close to hers as carefully snipped a precise blunt line across. More long strands were snipped loose and tickled her nose before sliding down to get caught in her cleavage. Hitomi gasped as the cool water dripped in between her warm breasts. The Kejoro took note and grinned, . Her scissors continued to snip across, under her brow, uncovering her right eye as well. After a couple of more snips, Hitomi had nice neat thick bangs hanging just over her eyes. The assistant was still buzzing away at her right but seemed to be fashioning an a line bob for her. She couldn't believe that after all the humiliation and teasing, they were just going to give her the one hairstyle she loved the most; the hairstyle that she probably would've asked for if she was paying for this.
But Miss Kejoro didn't stop snipping. She was continuing the line of her bangs past her eyebrow. She stepped to her side lifted her hair with thr comb and began snipping away, like The assistant was doing with her clippers. except when her hair flopped back down on her right side, it did not cover her ear. Hitomi gasped and bit her lip, not only at the realization that she was actually getting a Bowl Cut but at the sensation of all her long wet hair falling to her shoulders and all around her.
"Shnik, shnik." the scissors whispered on one side while the clippers "buzzed" on the other. Hitomi sat frozen staring out across all the gawking grinning faces. Some were cruelly reveling in the shameful joy of her humiliation. Some were getting turned on by the sexual display; wishing they could make her their slave. And some were clearly envious and wanted to be the one sitting in that chair being shorn. The woman spun her back to the audience so they could see her working . Hitomi couldn't see anything but she could feel less and less hair touching her neck as it was snipped and buzzed away.
Then there was no more hair touching her neck. As she noticed this, the buzzing stopped and the audience applauded. Hitomi was spun around once more and the chair was lowered. Kejoro continued to comb up her hair and snip away but it seemed from the small flecks falling on her, that she was just giving the haircut some finishing touches and that the major cutting was over.
The Assistant came around the chair pushing a comically large broom with a pile of Hitomi 's hair in front of it.
"Look at all this hair she took off." Asami exclaimed loudly as she walked front, pawing at Hitomi 's chest and lap, caressing a breast here or a thigh there as the assistant tossed clumps of hair to the floor in front of the broom. Occasionally she would find a long hank of hair before throwing it to the floor.
There were still long and short pieces of hair stuck to Hitomi and lodged in the intricacies of the dress when the assistant picked up the broom and pushed the massive pile of hair, and a mangled thong, away. Hitomi marveled in disbelief. She didn't realize she had so much hair on her head.
Soon Miss Kejoro stopped snipping and started blowdrying Hitomi 's short wet hair.. She was getting very aroused again as she rubbed her fingers along her freshly buzzed hair, burying them into the longer hair on top and ruffling it in front of the dryer. The assistant followed her with a flatiron as they slowly circled her. Kejoro would dry the hair a little and the assistant would iron it straight. It didn't take them long as Hitomi didn't have much hair left.
Soon the assistant began undoing the restraints holding Hitomi down. Rika held out her hand to help her up out of the chair. She rose from the seat to applause from the audience but she immediately felt weak at the knees and fell to the floor. Members of the audience gasped as she landed on her hands and knees.
"You alright?" Kejoro whispered as she and the assistant bent down to help her.
"I'm fine I'm just…" Hitomi couldn't think of the right word; she kind of felt drunk.
The Kejoro chuckled a little and helped her up but Sadako said they can handle moving her away while Rika tugged at the chain on her dress before Asami swatting at her exposed bottom playfully with her riding crop exclaiming
"Get up ! Get up! Everyone wants to see the nice new haircut we gave you. They've been waiting so patiently." said Asami
Hitomi Obeyed and Asami led her by her leash to the edge of the stage where she made Hitomi turn around slowly. The audience applauded and Rika handed off to two of maids who brought her back stage and took her to a room as they made her to sit at the table as they gave her something to drink.
As she drank, she saw a mirror and She immediately rushed over to the mirror and gazed at her new look. She had an asymmetrical bob which looked like a bowl cut from the left and a short aline bob from the right all flatironed straight and shiny. The buzzed hair on the sides and back of her neck weren't just beautifully faded, but also had a design buzzed into it that looked like wisps of smoke swirling around her head. She fell to her knees as she cried as all her beautiful hair was sheered. Chisa and Mai who saw her, came and consoled her as they rubbed her buzzed head.
As the crowd left, The Kejoro packed and was ready to leave as Asami stopped as she revealed her true identity as a kitsune." Don't you want to see the rest"
" I have done my pay, I won't be entertained by your stupidity with those helpless girls. I'm warning you to stop this and let the girls live in peace" said Kejoro leaving
" It is I who decides" she says as she turned back to her human form and walked as she smiled as the maids put all the models inside the van including Hitomi who left to as they were taken to USA for a shoot.