Hair Pull Point

The Gardener had been to see the Sadist several times now – it was quickly becoming the high point of her week. There was something about the feeling of having her hair pulled that seemed to release all of the stress her body had accumulated throughout the month. Not only that, but her hair always looked fantastic when she left the salon. She thought she knew the whole routine by now, so she was caught completely off guard when the Sadist approached the chair looking thoughtful and asked her “Maybe you’d like to come to the back room today. There’s a new diamond knot corset in this month’s Rope Fashion Review that would look amazing on you.” The Gardener was stunned, but she agreed. She had heard about the art that the Sadist created in the back room here, but she’d never imagined she might be a part of it. It was funny really, because the focus with which the Sadist tied knots into the brightly colored rope they wrapped around her now-naked body was the same as the way they styled her hair, and if she was worried she’d be disappointed in a lack of hair-pulling, she quickly discovered that there was no reason for concern. The Sadist moved steadily around her, tugging sharply on the rope in one place and another as they secured the decorative knots that clutched the Gardener’s chest snugly, then taking handfuls of her hair and tugging on it in the same, brisk way. As they came to the end of the decorative corset, they tied the Gardener’s hair into a series of pigtails that were bound into tiny ropes that the Sadist had incorporated into the corset back at the beginning. The Gardener relaxed into the sharp tugging of her hair, breathing as deeply as the corset would allow, already planning how soon she could get here again for her next visit.