Yuriko Hu had been CEO of Hu Electronics since her parents had died 2 years ago in a drunk driving accident. She had inherited over 70% of the stock from them and had promptly appointed herself Chairwomen of the Board and CEO on her nineteenth birthday, just six months later. For the next two years, the company was her entire life, she was concerned with nothing else and spent all her time and energy on growing the business.
Now, as a seasoned CEO, she was meeting with Japanese investors to take the company to the next level. She knew that the investors wanted that the meeting with her would be about selling the company to them, but all Yukiro really needed was their cash, nothing more. Hu Electronics was a mid size company looking to expand, and expand fast. Yuriko had poured everything she had in to the company and had finally caught the attention of her big colleagues. She was a merciless woman in business, a workaholic. Always played hard and she did not stop to get what she wanted. Whatever was the cost in money or for loser´s economic life.
As Yuriko looked at herself in the mirror, she stared at her hair. Her long, dark hair. She was a young, 4’10” Chinese-American beauty with incredible green eyes, but she was very proud of her silky mane. She would spend her time brushing and pampering it. Yuriko was a little stuck up and full of herself because of her looks and her long black hair as her pride and glory.
One of the down-sides for Yuriko is that as a CEO, she tended to be intimidating to everyone inside or outside of her work. This made having a social life a bit difficult – never mind finding a date. Some time ago, Yuriko had turned to online dating as a way to find a match.
Yuriko frequented the dating sites with offers that she thought would appeal to her. One night, alone at home (as usual), she received an anonymous email with a strange legend inside de banner ad. “We can help you attract others” it simply read. Clicking-through the banner ad, she saw the pictures of the incredible facility and some before & after pictures of clientele. Most of them were a long dark hair. Their hair looked silky and shiny. While she watched, another banner pinned his screen suddenly. Inside the the banner read: “You’ve won a special pass to our salon. All servicies free. Just print it and come”. She decided that she would give it a try the next morning.
On Saturday morning, Yuriko arrived at the Salon “Swetty Transformations for you”.
Yuriko entered the salon and found it immediately to be very sensual. The receptionist was an attractive brunette with light chestnut hair done in a french twist. Her makeup was perfect as were her nails. Her short uniform, which came midway down the thighs of very shapely legs and had “ST” in a logo over her left breast which, along with the right one, stressed the buttons of the top. The walls were cream colored with flowers stenciled on and the waiting chairs were black leather and looked very soft and comfortable. Yuriko could smell the aromas of shampoos, hair sprays and perfume. She liked the place already.
“Welcome to the Swetty Transformations for you, the home of the total experience. My name is Jeanette. Do you have an appointment?”
“Hi, my name is Yuriko,” she started. “I saw an ad last night online and I won a free pass.”
“Well, you are a lucky girl” replied Jeanette after seeing the printed pass. “I’m sure we can give you something life-changing!
“Oh, no. I do not want nothing that your best deep conditioning for my hair”
Jeanette look at Yuriko´s long shiny dark hair that fell to her waist.
“Of course. As you wish. Our concern is the total satisfaction of our clientele. We want them perfectly satisfied in every way. Are you familiar with our services?”
“Nothing beyond what I read online last night in your ad and I won a free pass,” Yuriko replied.
Jeanette started, “OK, well we are a full-service salon & spa. Frankly, we are capable of doing just about anything from simple hair styling all the way to cosmetic changes. We will put you together with one of our specialists who will get to know you and help you decide what you guest does not ask for.
“I think that we should have you work with…” Jeanette trailed off as she appeared to think about the best specialist to choose, “…Victor. Yes, Victor will be perfect for you. He is our deep conditioning specialist”
“Please have a seat and I will tell him you are here. In the meantime, let me get you a glass of white wine. Or would you prefer something else?”
“White wine would be fine,” Yuriko answered. She sat in one of the chairs and it was as comfortable as it looked. She picked up a hair styling magazine and opened it when Jeanette returned with her wine.
“The chair is a massage unit,” she said reaching for the control. “You can begin your session with a back massage. Victor will be with you shortly.”
Yuriko put on the massage unit and it began to move around starting from the base of her spine and working its way up her back and then back down. “What a way to begin a beauty session,” Yuriko thought to herself. “This is an swetty experience.” She returned to the magazine which showed sexy models with various hairstyles and hair colors and sipped her wine. She was almost done with it when noticed a man standing in front of her. He was about six feet tall, well built with dark wavy hair and very masculine and sexy, not at all what Yuriko expected of a hairdresser.
“Good afternoon, Yuriko. I am Victor”.
“A pleasure to meet you, Victor.” Yuriko responded. She began to rise and took her hand and assisted her. She felt light headed from the wine.
“Let us go to your room and begin your session,” Victor told her, putting his arm around her waist and guiding her back into the shop. They walked down a hallway and Victor opened the third door on the right, ushered Yuriko inside and closed the door. He then took Yuriko’s appointment sheet and looked at it.
“Let us begin,” said Victor. And with that, he began unbuttoning Yuriko’s blouse. For some strange reason, she did not protest or tried to resist. She was totally conscious and aware of everything around her but she felt like she was in a semi sleep or something. When he had finished, he walked behind her and slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and draped it on his arm. Then he unhooked Yuriko’s bra and slipped that off. She didn’t know how she felt about that. But at the same time, she was tingling and feeling very nice indeed. He hung them both up and returned to Yuriko. He then unbuttoned her skirt, unzipped it and let it fall to the ground. Then he placed his hands into Yuriko’s red satin panties and slipped them down. Yuriko stepped out of her sandals, skirt and panties while Victor hung up the clothes and put her shoes on a rack.
“Nice. Very nice,” said Victor admiring the now nude Yuriko. “You have very beautiful breasts. Well-formed and a perfect size. Your master is a lucky man.”
“I have no master” said Yuriko, blushing a bit.
“Oh, yes. Now you have one. Your master has scheduled you for a total treatment, head to toe, so to speak. Come. Have a seat.” Victor again put his arm around Yuriko’s waist and led her to the client chair which was completely towel-draped. He helped Yuriko into the chair and buckled heavy leather restraints around her waist, wrists and ankles.
Yuriko was too shy to cancel his activities and wondered what would happen. Only she looked longingly over at Victor and began to cry.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She asked tearfully.
“Unfortunately, my pet, the thought of being helpless while I work on you is an important part of the process. I’m sure you understand.” Victor said softly, looking into Yuriko’s helpless eyes. “It will all be over soon.”
Then he draped a deep violet silken cape over her. As he brought it up to her neck, the movement of the cape on her breasts caused Yuriko’s nipples to harden. Victor then snapped the cape around Yuriko’s neck and ran his fingers through Yuriko’s hair to get a feeling for her texture. A shudder ran through Yuriko.
“Your hair is very well cared for. Very soft and in good condition,” Victor remarked.
Yuriko tried to stand but she was too weak now. She said, “What did you do to me?”
Victor said, “Me? Oh nothing yet but Jeanette drugged your wine so you couldn’t escape today. Now just relax and enjoy the warm comfortable feeling as the drug makes you feel so sleepy.
Victor then lowered the back of the chair and raised the cape up over Yuriko’s breasts. “I see you are a well groomed woman,” he said, looking at her hair pussy and beginning to massage it. Chills ran through Yuriko.
Yuriko’s breathing was coming faster.
“Your total treatment includes a pedicure, manicure, a shaving of your legs and a shaving of your pussy. Of course, also includes a new personality for you, more submissive and obedient " Victor said.
He continued to massage her, now inserting his finger into her in and out slowly. “and other things inside you.”
Yuriko was on the verge of coming. “No, please... no....” She couldn’t finish.
“Very well. As I said, our client’s satisfaction is paramount. So, we will begin with a shampoo and deep conditioning. Faye and Leila will do your nails while I give you your shampoo and after the conditioner is applied, I will shave your legs and pussy. All right?”
“Yes,” Yuriko said dreamily.
Victor then gave Yuriko a soft kiss, stopped the pussy massage and called for Faye and Leila.
Faye was a tall, leggy girl with long light blonde hair.Leila was a small girl with straight golden blonde hair, cut in a Bob. Both girls appeared to be in their early 20’s.
He began Yuriko’s shampoo by first brushing her hair gently and running a comb through it. Faye and Leila meantime, had set up their nail accessories trays on either side of Yuriko and Faye began Yuriko’s pedicure on her left foot while Leila began the manicure on her right hand, so as to allow Victor space to do the shampoo. Victor then lowered the chair back, placing Yuriko’s head into the bowl and wetting her hair with a warm spray. Yuriko was in heaven. She had closed her eyes and was just enjoying the perfumed scents, calming back down from her “massage” and just enjoying being pampered.
Victor applied the shampoo to Yuriko’s wet hair and worked it into a lather.
“Enjoying yourself?” he whispered.
“Oh yes,” Yuriko whispered back.
“Pet, you will love my especial shampoo. It’s the extra ingredients that make it special. They’re amazing chemicals: sedatives, muscle relaxers, mental depressors, all real powerful. Once the shampoo has worked its way through the hair, down to the roots, the special ingredients work their way through the hair follicles into the skull, then travel down blood vessels into the brain., and all get absorbed in a couple minutes.You will feel a mild tingling as I masage your head. The rush of the day will just seems to fade away. As I lather the shampoo, My fingers slowly scrub your head, skillfully massaging away all your tension. You relax more and more as my fingers rub your temmples…..more and more. Feel the tingling of the drug that is melting your willpower. That tingling is the drug seeping into your pours, making your willpower My own. It makes your mind almost as open to rewiring as a baby. Just concentrate on My voice as I continue to relax you.”
Then he rinsed her hair and gave her a second shampoo which really lathered and filled her hair with soapy bubbles. During this second shampoo, he spent time giving her a relaxing scalp massage.
The husky timber in him voice was impossible to resist to Yuriko. “Let My voice and My fingers relax all tension away from your body. As the water rinses away some of the lather, you willpower rinses down the sink. You are becoming powerlessss to resssissst Me. You can only focus on My voice as my fingers massage and wash away your willpower and resistance.”
He rinsed and reapplied the drugged shampoo and conditioner several times, so that each application would allow more of the drug to take affect. He could see that she was responding well, and was indeed truly relaxed, submissive and open to any suggestion.
Victor then rinsed her hair with the warm spray and applied a deep conditioner to Yuriko’s hair. First he used his hands and fingers then he combed it through. Then he placed a plastic shower cap over her hair.
“Pet, doesn’t it feel wonderful?”
“Oh, I didn’t realize,” Yuriko whispered, “yes, it feels incredible.”
“More than my special shampoo?”
“Yes. Even more.”
“You are right, my pet. Now, you’re going to condition for a while. This will leave you prepared for the second part of you transformation. The tryptophan in the conditioner and the other drugs are making you to be so obedient and subsimise. My voice is so soothing and relaxing and you feel so submissive and so open to my commands. As the drug dances on your mind my voice takes you deeper and deeper and you fall into my power. You can hardly hold those heavy eyes of yours open. Sleep my pet. Just sleep and accept your fate”
Yuriko closed her eyes.
By this time, Faye and Leila had completed the manicure and pedicure and left. Victor raised the chair just a bit to get Yuriko out of the bowl and to allow her rest against the headrest, but still mostly reclined. He reached under the cape and again began the pussy massage.
“Your nails look beautiful. Are you ready for your ‘shave?’ ”
Yuriko continued to just float through the clouds, smiled, and nodded.
Victor then began to shave Yuriko’s legs. First he elevated her legs, placing them in supports at her heels so he could shave each leg entirely without moving them about. He retrieved a basin of hot water and with a cloth, moistened her legs, from ankle to thigh. Then he reached for the hot lather machine and began to apply hot shaving cream to Yuriko’s legs. He did it in a slow, sensual, massaging-type motion until her legs were covered with lather. Then he began to remove the lather with a razor, beginning at the ankle and working up, slowly and gently, first one leg then the other until all of the lather was removed. Then he rinsed her legs and towel dried them.
“Now for the special part.” He put a hot towel on Yuriko’s pussy. Yuriko loved it. It felt warm and not too hot. “We use the hot towel to soften the pubic hair before a shave, you are to get our full treatment,” said Victor.
“Uhmmm,” said Yuriko.
“Your master asked me to make you enjoy this part,” said Victor, removing the towel and lathering Yuriko’s pussy with the hot lather, again in a slow, sensual way, causing Yuriko to almost come. He then took a fresh razor and began to shave Yuriko’s pussy until the last of the lather was removed. Then he rinsed and dried her. Then Yuriko felt more massage along with the aroma of a sensual lotion.
“We never allow for the possibility of razor burn to our pets,” Victor explained as he lotioned first her legs, then her pussy. He continued to massage her.
“Uhmmmmmmm,” Yuriko whispered, keeping her eyes closed as he continued to massage her. Then he lowered her legs and put the chair back and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. After that, he brought the chair up to a sitting position.
“You won’t consciously remember our conversation from when I started the washing your hair; just that it was very relaxing. You will follow the commands I’ve given you as if they were your own ideas. Do you understand?”
Yuriko began to blink, as a dazed look came over her. She glanced over at Bill as if to say, “Where am I?”
As she regained her composure, Victor said:
“Well, Welcome back, Pet. I thought you all were falling asleep on me, here for a while. Believe me, I know there’s nothing like getting your hair fixed to make a girl feel good and relaxed and pampered, but you’re going to have to stay awake for the rest of it.”
“Yes my Pet, your master have a little surprise for you now. I’m sure you will be very excited. You are excited that your master has decided to give you a little surprise, aren’t you, my pet?
Yuriko shyly nodded.
“Of course you are, pet.” Cooed Victor, as he began to brush Yuriko’s long, dark hair. “You will be an obedient little slut soon. So eager to please.”
“ What are we doing now?” Yuriko asked, fearfully.
“Well, my pet, your master has decided to help you get over this obsession you have with your hair.”
Victor gathered Pam’s hair in to a ponytail, brushing the hair between her thumb and outstretched fingers, continuing to brush the thick hair across the palm of her hand.
Yuriko’s eyes flashed as the realization of what Victor just said began to register in her brain. Her beautiful hair, her pride and joy. Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes again. Her lower lip began to quiver. She began to plead, “Please, Victor, please let me keep my hair?”
Victor smiled cruelly. “Of course you can, my pet. We’ll put it in a box for you. Now, don’t be a baby. Your master has decided to cut it much shorter and he has been toying with the idea of bleaching it.”
A look of terror quickly appeared on Yuriko’s face. “Bleach it? You mean blonde?”
Victor laughed sarcastically. “Yes, pet. Of course I mean blonde, you silly girl. What would be the point in bleaching it if I didn’t want to make it blonde?
Yuriko began to plead. “Oh, please, Victor. Please don’t do this to me. I will look terrible. My beautiful hair will be ruined.”
“Maybe, pet.” Victor said, coldly. “But I’m sure yor enjoy it”
With tears now running down her cheeks, Yuriko opened her mouth to speak. Victor immediately put her finger to her mouth and shook her head.
Then Victor had coldly walked behind her and unceremoniously gathered her long brown hair into a ponytail. He reached for her scissors and quickly hacked through the thick hair, causing eighteen inches of her silken tresses to rain into the cold tile floor.
He smiled smugly, watching clumps of long dark hair falling onto Yuriko’s shoulders and raining all around her feet.
“Well, your oriental hair is so dark and thick, we can’t even dye it without bleaching it first.” Victor began coyly. “So I think we should start with a nice strong bleaching, don’t you?”
Yuriko looked down, avoiding eye contact with Victor.
Victor knew her new master would approve. Forcing Yuriko to submit, by humiliating her, was high on his list of ways to break them.
Then he sectioned her hair into five independent groups.Victor looked at a very humiliated and terrified Yuriko, picking out a rather thick handful bleach of her virgin black hair. " As you can see I’ll be using 40-volume peroxide and two activator packets just to make sure you come as blonde as Marilyn Monroe.”
Starting with the back section and working around to the sides Victor applied a strong blue mixture to Yuriko’s hair. She then applied the mixture to the top of her hair making quick work of the application process. Then Victor put a plastic cover over Yuriko’s hair and placed cotton balls around her face.
“An hour under the dryer for you and your new life will be done” Said Victor and laughed.
“New life? What...”
“Don’t worry Pet, I actually told your master what I had in mind and he thought it would be great”.
Yuriko bit her lip and closed her eyes. She didn’t know what was going to come, but she knew she was both physically and emotionally incapable of stopping it. The best she could hope for was that Victor was telling the truth about her master. Regardless, Victor had control of Yuriko appearance now and would for as long as it was important to her.
He wheeled Yuriko’s chair under one of his hairdryers.
“The videotape will explain the process.”
For any reason, this all sounded great to Yuriko. The tingling on her scalp was becoming a tickle. She was giddy when Victor placed her under a hair dryer and guided her sleepy head under the chrome helmet and then lowered the amber visor.
Then he turn on for the remainder of the 60-minute processing time. The computer added into the machine, started their work.
She stared eagerly at the tv as the tape started. A shiny golden logo appeared on the amber visor: “Your new life”. It glowed and sparkled, and shiny flashes appeared randomly on its surface. Yuriko found it fascinating. She stared, waiting for the program, feeling the tingle. The logo slid in front of a sequence of receding rings, which finally sucked the logo smaller and smaller and further away. Yuriko was impressed. This was taking her mind off the conditioning already. She tried to lean closer to the fascinating rings, but failed. The screen began to play a happy little tune as a perky young blonde appeared on the screen. Its herself with a light blonde bob “Welcome me,” she said eagerly. “Ready for a new you and new life?. This tape gives you real conditioning.” The music jingled along in the background. “Perhaps you realized that you are in a deep trance caused by drugs. Well, never fear. The effect of non-critical learning wears off in a few minutes, but the suggestions and orders remain. Thus, we condition your mind while we condition your hair.” Yuriko was staring blissfully at the screen. Her mouth was open. That girl was so wise, so thoughtful and happy. If she were here Yuriko would have knelt and hugged her legs. She almost cried with joy at the thought of someone so perfect. The music swelled and the perky blonde sang enthusiastically:
“You’ll never be the same. We’ll take the worry off your mind, we make you happy too”
With a grin, the blonde Yuriko shrugged out of her shirt, breasts bobbing. Her nipples were tiny. Yuriko wanted to suck them instantly. Everything was great. She was drooling a bit and her scalp was a mounting orgasm of tingles. The blonde explained to the receptive Yuriko that she had a variety of choices, but they all involved being sexually available. “You might serve once, or once in a while. Or all the time.” She grinned conspiratorially. “The orgasms are great! And everyone’s so nice to you.” She went on to explain that months of learning could be implanted in an hour under dryer. The topless blonde jiggled as she enthused over the whole process.
Then she dropped her skirt and began to dance like a cheerleader to the new tune.
“Sleep my pet. Just sleep and accept your fate”
She started to float away, and then fell into a deep and restful sleep. She would be kept asleep for almost an hour, absorbing her new personality, and awaken as new submissive bimbo girl.
Also, Victor used a dryer, on the highest setting, to heat the hair. This not only tremendously accelerated the bleaching process, but when continued until the bleach had completely dried, lifted her hair to a much paler shade than a normal first bleaching would render.
As the Dryer shut off, Victor went over and checked Yuriko’s hair for color. She was startled as Victor touched her head to check the hair coloring,
“Oh! I didn’t see you come over!”
“Of course not, you had your eyes closed. Did you have a nice daydream?”
Yuriko felt horny. She realized Victor had done so much for her and she had done nothing for him. She was so excited to finally know what she wanted to do. Victor had been a big help and she could hardly wait to tell him all about it.
“Oh yeah, you’re hot! I mean it was hot! Oh you know what I mean!”
“Yes, yes I do”.
It was just right Victor said as he took off the plastic cover and took Yuriko to the sink for a wash out. As he dried Yuriko’s hair he saw a dull looking pale white color. It was time to put on the toner. And with that Victor got some hair color swatches out and the two picked the color which best-suited Yuriko’s new personality.
She looked at the colors. Yuriko was frantic, she wants to be a bimbo, but what could she do to make herself a better bimbo? She racked her brain, it was hard to think, but she must choose a color. She tried to picture herself in her mind and suddenly she had an idea,
“Heck, let’s just go with the lightest blonde shade. A platinum blonde”
“I think you’ll look good in that,” said Victor, smiling. She did not know that the process under the “hair dryer” had completely opened her mind to that suggestion.
“So, let’s get started.”
Victor mixed up the toner to be applied and then started at the front of Yuriko’s face and worked back as she finished she put another plastic cover over Yuriko’s hair with more cotton balls around her face.
Yuriko felt strangely aroused, imagining what was happening under plastic. She swore she could actually feel the chemicals entering each hair, bleaching away the color. She found herself staring, with an almost childlike fascination, tried to imagine what it would be like brushing her new hair. Feeling its altered texture. Seeing it as a colorless adornment, purely for the pleasure of her master.
“Twenty minutes under the dryer and you color will be done” Victor said.
This time appeared on the amber visor in front of Yuriko’s eyes images of beautiful women. Sexy blonde women. Hot women with huge breasts. Music began in Yuriko’s head. The images turned to exotic dancers. Sexy exotic dancers. Sam liked it and felt warm.
She started to fantasize about giving Victor a blowjob.
As Yuriko’s hair continued to slowly lighten and her mind continued brainwashed, Faye and Leila stayed busy plucking her eyebrows, shaping them into high, pencil thin arches. Thick, long false eyelashes were glued in place using super glue instead of the usual, removable adhesive and extremely heavy eye make-up was applied.
When the dryer shut off, Yuriko’s hair was a cool blonde.
“Perfect!” Victor said as she checked out the color. He them washed Yuriko’s hair one more time then cut her hair to the new style they had agreed on.
Yuriko was now a exotic asian platinum blonde.
Victor finished towel drying Yuriko’s hair. He combed a styling gel into her hair and began to dry her hair in sections with a large circular brush. As he blew her hair dry and styled the chin length bob, Victor realized the impact of what he had done. The platinum toner removed that last trace of pigment from her tired hair and the red dye had just enough effect to create a snow-white blonde. The unnatural haircolor and heavy make-up looked extremely exotic against her Asian features.
When he was done, Yuriko’s shoulder length page boy had appeared. Victor turned the chair and held a mirror behind her so Yuriko could see her total styling, front and back. She also looked at her nails. Faye and Leila had done a nice job. Her hair was soft and bouncy, her nails were done. When she turned her head, her hair moved just the way Bill liked it. Bill would find her sexy and desirable and she knew it.
Victor helped her out of the chair and escorted her to her clothes. He took her red satin panties from the hook, looked at them, and said “You don’t need these” and put them into a bag. Yuriko said nothing. He then helped her put on her skirt, giving her a final massage as he pulled it up which caused Yuriko to smile with pleasure yet again. He took her bra put it into the bag with her panties. “You have beautiful breasts. It is a shame to hide them. Let’s forget the bra for now.” Again Yuriko said nothing. He then helped Yuriko put her blouse on.
Yuriko thought of leaving the salon without her bra and panties on. She thought of how the warm breeze would feel on her pussy and her nipples began to harden.
“Oh my god, Victor, it’s perfect! Thank you!”
“Glad you like it Yuriko.”
Yuriko turned around and saw Victor. A sudden need filled her, she stepped in close to him and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Yuriko felt Victor’s hands grab her ass and her dress rode up to her waist, she responded by rubbing herself up and down Victor’s body.
When Victor finally ended the kiss, Yuriko was so horny she didn’t wait for any direction and simply dropped to her knees. Unbuttoning Victor’s pants was hard work but she managed to spring him from his imprisonment and started sucking as she pulled her dress down, bunching it up around her waist.
Yuriko worked Victor for several minutes, desperate to pleasure him.
“Be a good bimbo Pet, suck my balls for a bit would you?”
Yuriko moved quickly to his balls and started to give him a hand job as she sucked. She was complied happily and continued to pleasure Victor and herself for several more minutes.
Yuriko felt Victor grab her new blonde hair and pull her forcing his balls to “pop” out of her mouth. With his grip firmly on her head, she once more started to work Victor’s shaft and was forced up and down several times; she felt endless joy knowing that Victor was being pleasured by her mouth.
“Ok, Pet, I’m just about ready to cum. When I do, you’re going to swallow it all and cum as well like a good little bimbo, understand?”
Yuriko’s mouth came free of Victor, strings of spit hanging between her mouth and him. She gasped for air and simply nodded. She was once more forced down and Victor stepped up the pace. Moments later Yuriko felt his hot cum in her mouth and she desperately swallowed as quickly as she could. Her concentration was interrupted by her own powerful orgasm, her eyes rolled back in to her head and her body went limp. The only thing that kept her upright was Victor’s firm grip on her hair.
“That’s a good bimbo Pet, take it all down.”
It took Yuriko several minutes to recover, but when she had she realized Victor had lowered her to the floor and was now sitting in the chair, calmly waiting for her to get up.
Yuriko sat up feeling refreshed. She just knew she felt really good. Happy and content, this was the best she had felt in quite some time.
She smiled Victor, kissed him and then walked to the lobby to wait for her master.
When Yuriko started to leave the room, her new master finished his drink, got up from his chair which was located behind the one-way mirror in Victor’s room at the beauty salon, and went out to meet his new love slave in the lobby.