Every day she had to shower, which was a home - house rule, and now especially when she was wearing a CB. Margo agreed that she had to obey, she got used to the CB. She did not come up to me several times a day, to release the CB a little, because she was sore.

I was very angry when I found her hair all the way around the house. Margo had long hair up to the waist, and she was very proud of her hair. When I found 1 long hair on the table while we had lunch, that was over my patience. I shouted at her and added her more negative points that were collected at the end of the day or the week when she earned enough points to get spanked on a bare ass. Then I decided to take her to my hairdresser. I do not know what I've been waiting for so far. I reserved the term.

The hairdresser told me that this week is a hair donation action for women suffering from cancers. Her hair will be washed, in a special way, tied, collected and sends to the wig shop, later donated for women who are treated with drugs, of which their hair has fallen. That gave me a good idea.

I took Margo with my car to a hairdresser. We barely waited for a couple of minutes and was our turn. First I went for a hairstyle. The haircut ended up quickly because there was not much to do, only lowered my hair from 6cm to 4cm as my present standard, after I accepted the majority of recommendations given by my nurse Diana. My hair was not even colored or twisted. it remained natural grey. Now was Margo s turn. I went to a hairdresser and quietly said to make her a hairstyle like mine. And save the hair according to the wig manufacturer's instructions. The hairdresser took us to another room, that did not have a mirror, and was intended for hair donors. Margo sat down. I took the duct tape from the bag immediately, and tied her arms to the armrest. Margo and the hairdresser were a little surprised. But I calmed them down, that was OK, because Margo would fall asleep, so that she would not fall from the chair, otherwise she was a little bit restless. I told the hairdresser:

Me: Margo would gladly donate her hair to the sick women, Is so Margo. but do not worry there will be enough for you.

Margo was surprised, the hairdresser loudly commented that she would wash her hair first, then dry, and then us usually. Margo smiled in the armchair, expecting a new rich hairstyle on her head. The hairdresser made a nice hair shampoo, so she washed, then rinsed and dried her hair. The hair was fluttering everywhere, and Margo smiled. The hairdresser began to brush her hair toward the floor, took a thin band, and began to flip around her hair until she had a long pony tail, only about 10cm of hair was left to the head that was not tied up. Then the hairdresser took the hair clipper, set it to 2 cm and shaved her hair on the back of her head, Margo had not intuited anything yet. Then she set it to 4 Cm, and trimmed up, raised her tail more and more, when she reached the forehead, just separated the tail from her head. The hair cut took less than a minute. Then I roll out the tape, untied Margo. I gave her my and her purse in her arms, and immediately took her home. Margo was not clear about anything yet. It was all over quickly, she did not even see her hairstyle.

We came home and Margo disappeared in her room, After a few minutes I heard screaming. I know she then looked into the mirror. I let her rest for a few hours. I came to her in the room. When I came in, Margo was sitting idle on the bed, with a blank look, and quietly cry and mumbled. I came and laid to her.

Margo: why did you do this to me ....

Me: Margo you are so beautiful now, just see your beauty.

I caught her neck gently. I turned her head toward me. I lay my lips on hers, and kissed her passionately. I felt a special passion, especially since I had not had a female lover for some time. And there was something special about what Margo had, in the first moment I did not know what it was, just after the couple minutes of kissing I realized what that a special sensation come on my lips and my tongue. Once again I licked her upper lip, she had a shaved mustaches, it gently tickling me as I kissed her. This feeling is known to every woman who loved and kissed her husband. At that moment I felt a new special passion and now I fell in love with my maid. I wanted something more and I said:

Me: Margo you are beautiful, special, I'll prove you today. Come on, let's go to your weekly hygiene treatment.

To be continued