Sakuragawa Ako's heart pounded so hard against her chest, she thought she would explode, right then and there in front of everyone. But, It was a part thrill, part anxiousness of what was about to happen. Particularly, the impending fate of her long, gleaming curtain of beautiful charcoal black hair.
Being the long term submissive , Sakuragawa Ako is a 15 year old high school girl from Kansai region where she worked as shrine maiden in the Shinto shrine. She was keenly aware of her Senior priest and grandfather who along with other priests who offered offering to the Kami by giving offering fot the shrine maidens to make a offering to the gods which were selected by the priest every Five years.
Her Grandfather was also the senior and enigmatic priest of the shrine where they worshipped and hold offering every five years.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked Towami in the dressing room, who almost jumped at her voice.
"I am…fine, I think," Ako answered, unsure.
Towami smiled warmly at her and gave Alo with a warm hug without another question to which Ako needed it the most right now.
"Thank you," Ako said. "I am really nervous as hell."
"Well, it takes courage to consent for choose one like you," Towami agreed.
It was the first month of the year which means someone will perform the offering ceremony this year. It was a ritual followed by the Shinto shrine priests in Kansai district village that had every five yers, The Head priest would pray to Kami and would choose which Shrine Maiden girl would be chosen to perform the offering. It was the year of haircut offering. The Head priest took it upon himself to demonstrate to the crowd what benefit would get when the offering is given.
As he prayed, and without further adieu choose Sakuragawa Ako without consent and selected as she was the one who would be offering her hair to the gods. She couldn't say no to her head priest nor anger her grand father. It wasn't force or blind submission, but the deep longing to in serving your to the shrine. The thrill intoxicated her.
Many did not agree as they felt sad for Sakuragawa as they loved her hair but they dare not to protest and keep quiet as they cannot do anything.
Coming back to the present, Towami consoled Ako who was nervous
"I am excited and scared; it's difficult to explain," Ako admitted to Towami.
"I know the feeling. I felt the same when the priest choose Kazumachi senpai five years ago ," Towami reminisced. "But you'd do so well , Ako. I am really excited to see it. In fact, I am supposed to stay quiet and watch as you perform the offering," she admitted with a giggle.
Sakuragawa Ako closed her eyes and bit her lower lips. "God! Every priest and maidens of the shrine would be there," she reminded herself.
It wouldn't be the first time that she would be up for a it, but this was a really crucial one.
"I think you should be at the shrine by now for your grandfather to receive the gift bestowed upon you" Towami reminded her.
Ako frightened and quickly fixed her Hakama dress . "Oh, yes. I can't afford a punishment right now. Bye!"
She was then handed over her ceremonial items and two bottles of homemade shampoo which was told to be used four days a week and attend every day to the small room where she will be oiled for continuous four monthsn for her hair to grow more enough for the ceremony which will be held on the sixth month of the year.
As the process started, Ako was shampooed every four days a week which found a foul smell when rubbing towards her head. Even when she was oiled it smelled like wet hens. This continued for consecutive Five months as the end of the month,
Sakuragawa Ako who had hair till her waist length with a size of 1.4 meter had grew to 2 meter floor length which was accepted by the priest to please Kami.
At the day of the ceremony, the shrine was busy making preparations as the village was decorated. People were excited but the one who was upset was Sakuragawa Ako as her hair was going to be cut.
She was all fears as her hair was going to be hacked off. Early in the morning, she was paraded with the shrine priests on four sides as she wore the the ceremonial dress as she was taken to the shrine. As she walked, she saw the priests were all present. The shrine maidens lined up as they threw flowers as she was entering thus commencing the annual offering ceremony.
The Ceremony started by a ceremonial dance, as Sakuragawa Ako performed as priests played with light musical instruments. Everyone was admired by her dance as it had pleased the gods. As she looked at everyone, she saw a woman at the end of the line wearing a black kimono. She was carrying a parasol while on the other hand carried a baggage as she saw Sakuragawa Ako.
At first, as the ceremony began, they prayed for good fertility to the village as they started the process by making her kneel and started first by chopping off her hair till her tailbone. It was cut within seconds. It was not much scary for her as she always had a trim when her mother or her friends trimmed her hair. The scary part was yet to come as everyone applauded as her hair was placed in the cloth and wrapped as the priests and took it.
Ako was curious why she was there as only priests and members of the shrine were allowed. Curious as all the preparations were made. She had to walked down the streets as the residents cheered. She along with other shrin maidens and priests as they took a round as they walked and reached reached the otherside of the shrine where all ceremonies took place.
She was bathed clean to clear her impurities as they applied oinment on her. All unnessary hair was shaved from her body and her hair was shampooed once more with a special chemical as it made her hair puffy and silky. As she now donned a bun and wore a sacrificial white robe made of silk as she was escorted inside a large shrine as She walked over to the hall as quickly as her wobbly legs could carry her and relaxed a little knowing she wasn't late. As she walked, she saw every priest seated and shrine maidens kneeling down the floor as everyone expecting her as was going to perform her ceremony by giving her hair to the gods.
As she walked, a giant leather-padded chair with proper pedestal, placed at the center of the hall, whooshed the breath out of her lungs.
"I can do this," she told herself and slowly padded towards the chair.
As she walked, she saw the woman before as now she too wire a white kimono as she bowed before her.
"To the Winds of flower, to the stream of the river, Katsumi Kejoro at your service"
She greeted herself as the head priest introduce her as the lady Kejoro was going to cut her hair and he knew that since Sakuragawa Ako was a special girl, he personally brought the barberette from the Shibuya shrine to perform the ceremony. She was then asked to sit.
Obediently, she knelt by the chair while the people gathered around. She never expected a big crowd.
The low murmur of the crowd suddenly dissipated as she felt a masculine hand petting her head gently. She knew the touch all too well and greedy leaned into it.
Her grandfather bent a little, murmuring in her ears, "Make me proud"band signalled her.
Ako nodded. She was understood as meant she was not to speak unless otherwise permitted.
As the graceful high priest and host, he welcomed the people around him and turned to the girl as he ordered to come to the altar while offering his hand to her.
As graceful as a swan, she did. Swiftly, the robe was untied by two shrine maidens and shrugged off of her body, leaving her gloriously naked with only her ungaraments worn. The priests bunched her floor length black hair at the back and helped her into the chair.
Ako squirmed a little when the cool leather came in contact with her exposed body. The chair was exceptionally large. Swiftly, her hands were strapped to the armrests, and her thighs strapped as well, too. She was all ready for her hair to be cut.
Next, at the snap of his fingers, The woman walked front and stood behind Sakuragawa Ako. As the junior shrine maiden pushed forward a trolley of instruments. For the corner of her eyes, Ako gasped at it. It had various pairs of shinning hair cutting scissors, a few clippers and at least a handful of attachments, along with combs and hair styling products.
At a signal given by the priest, The Kejoro picked up a wide tooth comb and began brushing her in the gentlest manner.
The priest announced as the Kejoro brushed her hair "Our priestess of the year has lovely hair, so long and beautiful, as you all can see," he said with pride and then added, "Although it won't be much longer once we offer it to kami."
His words were like adding fuel to the fire in her nerves.
The Kejoro remained quiet as she section and divided her hair into two ponytails, secured by flimsy rubber bands, at the lower back of her head.
With one hand, she tugged at her hair, while with the other hand she picked up a shiny new pair of scissors from the trolley.
" May I Cape her" The Kejoro requested
"No!.. We want to give her a way of an experience, I'd suggest you skip the cape," he advised. "Let her feel every snip of her hair fall on her delicate breasts."
Taking it as note, The Kejoro brought one of the ponytails between the sharp scissor blades and began the shearing. The movements were slow and deliberate; Ako could feel the cold steel at the back of her neck while incessant sound kept humming in her ears. When the sound finally stopped, she heard a low gasp from the crowd. The shrine maidens stared wide-eyed at her.
The high priest held up the severed long bunch of hair like a trophy and then dropped it at her feet. "You are doing great Ako. Relax. wehave just begun." the high priest was deliciously intimidating and told the woman to continue.
A slight tug yanked at her head once again as she began shearing the second ponytail off of her head. The ominous sound of scissors through her precious hair danced in waves around her and abruptly stopped again. This time the crowd cheered a bit more as the ponytail joined the previous bunch.
"Doesn't she look beautiful without all this long hair?" The high priest happily conversed with the crowd,m. By now, Sakuragawa Ako had a rough idea that her 16inch long hair was gone.
The Kejoro picked up the spray bottle next, wetting her hair liberally. The water was exceptionally cool; a few droplets traveled down her neckline and flowed down the valley of naked bosom.
"Next we will make sure her hair is nicely damp. She better have the feeling of chopping off her beloved hair," The high priest said as priests cheered.
"Give her some bangs now." he said as the woman combed down a good chunk over her face, the curtain of hair caressing her chin now. A strong grip held her crown while the scissors began severing the locks about half an inch above her forehead.
The snippets of damp hair slid down and settled between her thighs, tickling. Ako began squirming in her seat in order to rub her thighs together to satisfy the growing wet heat.
Then as the Wiman picked up the clippers next notifying the crowd, The Priest announced "Now the real haircut begins."
Ako swallowed a gasp wondering how far she was going to take this. Maybe if she climaxed sooner, the whole ordeal would end.
The deadly clippers were plugged in and roared to life instantly. The Kejoro attached the back with a vice-like grip on top of the head and pushed her chin down to her chest. Severed hair rained all around her, the vibration against her scalp shot down to her toes. An involuntary moan escaped her lips when the sensation began to assault her nerves.
The hairs at the back of her head were clipped down to half an inch by now. Suddenly she felt her head tilted sideways as the clippers traveled towards her left. A huge chunk of hair accumulated over her shoulders, but some slid down her lap again. The little panic she in her bones at the thought of losing the glossy black mane mixed with the excitement of clippers against her virgin scalp was titillating.
Miss Kejoro folded her ears and drove the clippers around it. The crowd murmured in excitement as well.
Ako was throbbing down below in heightened pleasure when abruptly the clippers were switched off.
At the whisper given by the priest to the woman, The strong grip of The kady with the humming machine against her temples was driving her insane now. Ako couldn't see how short she was clipping her, except the growing pile of severed hair on her lap grew larger by the second.
Among the crowd, Towami sat by a young priest, he bent down slightly and asked her, "How would you like me to do that to your hair, love?"
Towami didn't know what to say. Part of her wished to climax while the priest who was her lover would buzz her head, while another part was scared shitless. How would she look with a crew-cut.
"Whatever pleases you" she managed to eke out.
The priest chuckled lightly into her hair and placed a kiss on her head. "Lovely, my little one," he complimented.
On the center stage, The Kejoro had successfully severed Ako's back and sides to half an inch. Right now, she was working on top of her head. She would deftly grab a section of hair between her fingers and snip off the hair to an inch from the scalp. Damp snippets of hair clung against her cheeks and naked skin all over, adding to the pile of raging sensations.
"Should I remove the bangs?" Miss Kejoro asked the high priest.
The answer was affirmative as everyone enjoyed how she was shorn like a sacrificial lamb.
"Yes," High priest agreed with them. "I don't like the bangs, too. I would prefer the hair much shorter, like a short, neat look."
Instead of using the scissors, Kejoro used clipper over the steel comb technique to promptly sever the blunt bangs, which she had cut previously. But she didn't stop at that. The comb would brush the hair backward, hold it between her fingers and the Clippers would do the job.
Once the top of her head was little less than an inch, nicely tapered with half an inch with the back and sides, she began to run her fingers through the short hairs to shrug off the tiny bits. Ako finally could fathom how drastically short her hair was.
"Are you going to take it shorter?" Kejoro asked
"Absolutely, yes," he answered, " All shrine maisdens had long hair all their life. With this haircut, she won't need a comb or hairbrush for a long time." Electricity shot through her veins at his words as she almost climaxed.
Agreeing The Kejoro held up the clippers, she held her hair
"Very well, then."
A different clipper came to life with a growling roar. Kejoro stood behind her with a hand-hooked to below her chin to hold her head upright.
The priest came forward and whispered"My sweet lamb, I will give you a little hint of what I am about to do. You are about to receive a ceaser haircut."
Unceremoniously, scaring Ako the Kejoro drove the clippers over her head – from crown to forehead – as large masses of hair added on to the pile.
"How could the pile get anymore larger?" Ako wondered before the hum of the clippers deepened.
Deliberately, the woman slowed the movements, letting the vibrations against her scalp send a shiver down her body. Ako was uncontrollably moaning and begging for a release.
To add onto her surging thrill, She was pushed down her head in the rawest dominating fashion and ran the clippers over of her head to buzz down her head to 1/4th of an inch. Ako's exhilaration had already reached its limit, with her panting against the restraints.
"Say goodbye to your fancy combs, conditioners and hair styling tools, sub." the priest told to her
She climaxed, then and there. The threads of tightening nerves came undone, unraveling a new wave of pleasure. Every sound around her died except for the barberette unyielding raspy tone and the dreadful clippers.
And when her brain finally returned to normal, she realized how enlivening the whole experience was. The crowd took note on how to make a sub-climax with a mere haircut. It was all about control and subjugation to the master's will. Fear and excitement was a deadly combo, Renee realized.
The Kejoro then took off the guard and clamped her hand on her head once again.
This time the machine attacked the remaining soft pelt of hair on her back, mowing it down to nothing.
"Oh, my God," Ako whispered to herself, realizing she was scalping her.
"No, no, no, no," she kept on whispering to herself as another swelling wave of unbridled pleasure began to rise.
The Clippers only traveled up to the occipital bone, leaving behind white skin in its wake. Tiny hairs tickled her everywhere, provoking the imminent climax. Next, the balding clippers climbed above her ears to an inch.
"Should I take the sides a little higher?" she asked the priest which he agreed.
The machine hummed loudest near her ears as she felt it moving upwards, almost her eye level. Ako tried so hard to imagine what she looked like with short hair, but she failed miserably. There was no mirror and she was at the mercy of sacrificing her hair.
By the time Kejoro was done scalping her sides and back, Ako was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. The muscles were coiled tightly while warm liquid pooled between her legs. She kept on gyrating her hips discreetly to allow a little friction.
The Kejoro then selected another type of clipper and kept blending soft stubble of hair on top of her head.
Ako couldn't take any more of it. The second wave of pleasure went through the roof with the vibrating clippers against her scalp that were blending the soft pelt with the bald scalp on the perimeter.
Ako was out of breath and beautifully spent. The fear of being exposed had already transformed into a delicious experience that she was not going to forget any time sooner.
Before Ako could realize, she felt warm foam being massaged with fingers over the back of her head. Soon it was spread at her sides, traveling upwards. She looked a little weird with white foam covering her head except for a little portion at the top.
The priests watched with great interest the final step of the ceremony. The thought of sitting bound and exposed body and receiving an extreme induction haircut shook her to the core. That and the woman's hand kneading.
Kejoro brought forth a sharp razor, but Ako had no clue.
" Please stay still Miss" said The Kejoro as she holds her head.
With that, she began scraping off the foam in small, careful strokes. Whatever tiniest length of hair was left at the back of her head and sides were carefully shaved off with the blade. The skin left behind was as smooth as ever and there was no hairline around her nape. Instead, only a small pelt of hair covered her top and front.
A warm damp cloth wiped away the remaining foam, followed by an aftershave. There was nothing left of her hair that a comb or hairbrush could alter. So, Kejoro styled and massaged her head vigorously.
The thorough treatment of rough massage felt like aftercare.
The priests then undid her straps, freeing her completely. Knowing that her hands were all cramped, The maidens scooped her up in their arms as she wrapped her arms around them, and walked out of the hall to as priests rejoice.
"Can I please see my haircut, Towami?" she purred cutely, and Towami simply couldn't deny her.
"Alright," she said and walked her over to the mirror. "Here's your new look"
Ako froze as she stared at the mirror. She couldn't recognize herself. Instinctively, she ran her fingers over the back of her head and was surprised to find it smooth. It was truly an extremely short haircut.