Nothing inspires me to play more on cam than a number of people watching. Today there were five people on the streaming cam watching me in the afternoon and three of them were in chat.. and after a vote and a little deliberation, we came to the decision to finish cutting the black wig I was playing with the other day...
If you remember I had been playing a little game with a member in the chat, around a game show style question and answer thing... resulting in wig cutting.. and we stopped, part way through, and I left off with things a little unbalanced... Well today's play, started with evening out that imbalance.
We did some light role playing.. that I was a prisoner, about to be jailed, and that I had to perform my own prison punishment haircut, and head shearing with the clippers. It was much fun. So even though I had my wig looking evened out shortly... and looking like a cute little chin length bob...
I had originally thought I would just even out the wig to this length and still be able to use it, but I got totally carried away with the game, and the wig was completely obliterated... Soon enough, more hair fell to the floor.. those scissors, they take on a life of their own...
Things just kept getting shorter and shorter and shorter... a little more here, and then more there.
The guys in the chat room working their magic with the role play encouraging me to continue.
Pretty soon I had a very boyish looking cut... What do you think the other women prisoners will make of that?.. oh-oh! Warden!!!!... (actually the warden is worse than the other prisoners.. no where to run, no where to hide!)
Must I continue?!.. there's so little left of my beautiful hair!!!
In no time it was almost time to clipper, nothing left really to cut worth mentioning... feeling so vulnerable, so exposed... what will happen to me next?!
I had no choice but to continue with the process, shearing my head down while my captors watched. (I wonder who had whom prisoner now)
Soon enough I was sheared, shaved, naked, exposed, ready to have the hose turned on me before being taken to my cell.. won't someone rescue me? Or am I doomed to a life of captivity, to be used at will by those around me, how will I survive, what do I have that I can barter with?
Needless to say, it was a very good day... and this is a long long journal entry, because I'm not done yet... <smile>... Though that's enough of the prisoner haircut (wig sacrifice) that happened this afternoon.
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