Last I bear in mind, I was talking with one more Master from Norway on telecommunications. This was my last memory of my previous self with lengthy hair sporting a mild abnormal mindset in the direction of men. I do remember that my life was "so boring" as I inform this extremely hansom Master that I was ready to totally give up this gloomy vanilla way of living, including the great vehicle I had as well as the 7 bed room Victorian home in Connecticut. Anything would be better than the daily grind with the "No Hair misplaced" self crucial legal representatives as well as the two judges that were compeling me to perform sex-related favors. I have to have lost consciousness . At some time later on . I gradually concern changed, as I see myself in the mirror without hair, No eyebrows, naked with the dark numbers 037 printed on your temple . WTF!?? Confused and scared, I do not keep in mind how I got here. The Master is back on the telecom. I ask what occurred, however he quietly shows the hypnotic pattern again. I defend a bit yet offer into it. I feel my eyes flutter . From the Master in Norway viewpoint; She is mindlessly gazing. Her mouth hangs open somewhat, she starts robotically repeating mantras and also continues to do so throughout the rest of the telecom call. "I am a meaningless servant. I am system 037. I will follow. I have no objective yet to serve. I am a vacant sex doll. My master assumes for me. I am a foot servant. Sex dolls do not require hair." The end of the video clip is me cutting my head and also brows for his remarkably somber video.

Upon entering the grotto the next morning, I expected to clean up the tailings from their dining. What a shock seeing her as I left her. A couple kicks — she stirs and moans. I had satiated myself and expected to share this morsel with my friends living amongst the trees and slopes of the mountain. To prepare the feast I hogtied and wrapped her head and hands with tape. Looking down at her now I could see hair stuck to the tape and covering the ground, It looked as if they had laid beside her — maybe to keep her warm Many days have passed since that cold misty Fall morning surprise. She continues to reveal the wisdom of the mountain. Just when she seemed resigned to the "adjustment" routines, I added, probably, the most terrible one she could imagine. I sensed that she had a lot at stake with her hair grooming. Removing this last vestige of her vanity would completely empty her. I hooked up a double bind pushup rig by weaving her hair into a pulley. As her arms tired she could pull her hair out. She is a strong cunt — she resisted for at least an hour. Then, just as she began to collapse, I placed the scissors within her grasp.