The Game.

     Two sisters, Linda and Leah, lived for many years in a century old second story apartment above a dress shop in a busy part of downtown. Linda was 46 and Leah just turned 43. Both had very long, beautiful hair, that if left to hang free, would touch and drag behind on the floor.

     The color was a chestnut brown, pure and pristine, the softness enhanced by special oils and ointments prepared in their kitchen mixed with natural herbs using centuries old recipes. Their hair was never corrupted by the harsh chemicals of the modern world or touched by the sharpness of a razor, but left to grow freely past their shoulders to their full breasts, down their bodies, past their shapely thighs and calves, below their ankles, then down to the floor, gracefully following behind wherever they walked. The full beauty of this miraculous hair was hidden in up swept braids, tight buns, and large chignons. Many in the town speculated as to how long this magical, untouched, pristine hair might be, but no one knew for sure. Only on Saturday evenings, in the privacy of their apartment, would their hair be set free, showing all of it's magnificent splendor, only for each other.

     They appeared to lead a very sheltered life among the bars and night clubs surrounding their quaint building. They were never seen drinking or smoking, wearing make up, never seen with men, and were thought of as prudish workaholics. Except on Saturday evening, for each other.

     They were seamstresses and owned the dress shop downstairs. From what could be determined on the outside, Linda was a little taller and not as heavy as her younger sister, Leah. Her eyesight was failing, due to years of the close, detailed work they did, so she wore thick glasses with heavy frames. She was somewhat shy and afraid of riding the bus, so it was Leah that had to run errands. Leah was very self conscious about her badly scarred face by a teenage case of measles, and also needed thick glasses to see correctly. Her speech was clouded by stuttering, so it was Linda that had to converse with the customers. Otherwise, they were known for the awesome, eye catching, figure flattering, custom made dresses made right there in the shop, and their keen eye for the latest fashion trends. Though the features of their bodies were quite attractive, hidden behind conservative, unflattering dress, they never modeled any of their best designs publicly. Except, that is, for Saturday evenings, when they would use their bodies to express themselves in ways no one thought possible, only for each other.

     Many came from hundreds of miles around to buy fine, custom made dresses from their small shop. They worked diligently, 16 hours a day, five days a week, then ten more on Saturday to try and satisfy the demand for their dresses. They were very devoted to their craft, neither getting married nor having children. On Saturdays, they closed early in order that they could share something they've done together privately for years.

     What they did on Saturday evening was a very well kept secret upstairs in the apartment. It was a game of dare and chance played by using one sister's alluring, ground dragging long hair as the main game piece, dressed in very adventurous, sexy attire. They played it in such a way that would make the most hardened hearts quiver in excitement. They placed material and personal items very dear to their life up for grabs for the other to take from them forever every week, including their beautiful, treasured, long hair. They called it, .... THE GAME.

     It added suspense to their life, giving them something to think about and plan for all week. It was a game whereas if the Game would be the winner, the loser would be the sister who's hair was used that night. To lose would be an emotional disaster, the surrender of things close and dear to her deepest feelings, including her wonderful, priceless hair. For years, they escaped the final rounds that required the wrenching sacrifices, feeling superior and beautiful, because the odds of going that far were equal to winning a lottery. So the lure beating this horrid fate continued, week after week after week. It was their time to feel sexy and adventurous, while passing the hours it took to air dry their very long, thick hair.

     This Saturday night was a very hot August night where the temperature was still hovering at 100 degrees. The little window unit wasn't keeping the living room very cool at all since the old, brick building acted as an oven in the summer. "This is the 13th anniversary of the Game, Leah. I fear tonight's the night that one of us submits!", said Linda, as they climbed the stairs to the upstairs apartment, into the living room. "Y-y-you always say that, Linda. The shop was really slow today, guess people are s-s-staying out of the h-heat.", stuttered Leah. "See you at six, my sister! Let's be hot and sexy in this heat tonight!", said Linda, as they went to the attic to prepare for this week's Game.

     Each had her own private bed and bath room with a sitting room and sewing area in the loft style attic, while sharing a kitchen, dining room, and large living room on the main floor. Each would go to her own private area, an area never seen by the other, after Saturday's closing to prepare for the Game. They would wash and condition their long tresses, followed by a selection from their special Game wardrobe. This wardrobe consisted of very sensual attire, all hand made and of their own special design, meant to emphasize their bounteous curves and beautiful bodies, otherwise hidden from the world. They would surprise one another with each new outfit, made in the privacy of her own sewing area. When the grandfather clock in the hall chimed six, it was time for the Game to start.


     Linda, dressed only in her black panties and bra, sat in front of her full length mirror, applying oil and conditioner to her freshly washed long hair. "Mirror mirror on the wall, will I keep my hair tonight?", she asked, as always before the Game, gently combing with an antique, century old tortoise shell comb. Opening her drawer, she selected a pair of white nylon knee socks, pulling them up her calves, then rubbing her hands on her bare knees and thighs, feeling excitement. Over at her closet, she took a nice, sheer, form fitting, sleeveless blouse to put on over her bra. She left all the buttons unbuttoned and tied the bottom of the blouse in a knot, revealing her midriff and bra. On the other side of the room, she added a black and white plaid miniskirt, very short, only an inch or so from revealing her black panties. She finished with black, chunky, high heeled Mary Jane shoes, a wide, black belt, and an old smiley face lunch box converted to a handbag. This contained things dear to her for use in the Game, her antique tortoise shell comb, her jasper ring, and her diary, along with necessities, such as her wallet. A quick shot of blush and mascara, and she was ready for another week. Pretending to be a giddy high school girl, she waited by her closed door for the clock to strike six.

     Meanwhile, Leah, dressed only in white panties had her breasts free, also applying oil and conditioner to her cherished locks, brushing with a fine, handmade European hairbrush from the late 19th century. "My b-beautiful hair, all set to play another game.", she whispered to her reflection. Leah also chose nylon knee socks, but hers ended above the knee. Putting on the second white platform stiletto heel, she ran her fingers from the ankle strap to her ankle, up her sock, then on to her bare thigh, continuing past her panties and up to her bare breasts. She ran her fingers back down through her hair. "Now, for my new creation.", she said, moving to her bed, aroused. She picked up her newly finished pink baby doll dress, tying each spaghetti strap like a shoelace, then slipping it on. Back at her mirror, she tugged on the hem, trying to hide her panties. Her dress had "LEAH!" printed in a flower, with other pink floral designs on a white background barely covering her large breasts, the top fitted with pink bands for support just below her breasts matching the tied straps. The bodice was solid pink, gathered below her bust, pleated from under the bust line, barely covering her panties. Her breasts were precariously held in by the top, exposing most of the top of her cleavage. She added a ruby choker around her neck, another 19th century piece, given to her by her first and only love, which was part of the Game. She slipped a matching pink floral shoulder bag over her shoulder, containing things dear to her for use in the Game, her antique brush, her diamond watch, and her diary, along with necessities such as her wallet. Aroused by her new example of fashion for the Game this evening, she waited by her closed door for the clock to strike six.

     The clock rang six times, signaling the start of this week's Game. They met in the hall with their hair down and still damp. "Oh, Leah, those white stockings really make that look!", said Linda. "School days, school days, dear old golden school days.", sang Leah. "Someday, we're going to HAVE to leave the apartment and go into town dressed like this, Leah.", said Linda. "W-we will, someday, when the Game finally wins.", stuttered Leah. Proceeding to the living room, Leah put a stool in the middle of the room, while Linda retrieved the elements of the Game, a sterling silver tray, a white laced satin cloth, six dice, two lengths of white rope, a video cassette, and scissors, made from the finest stainless steel, still in the wooden box they came in years ago.

     The rule was for each to roll a die until one rolled a six. The sister who rolled the six became submissive for the night's Game and the other would become dominant. Tonight, Leah rolled the fist six, assuming the role of submissive. Linda, assuming the role of dominant, took Leah's long hair and tied it into a ponytail high on her head with the white lace satin cloth. The ponytail wasn't centered well, it was a good bit into the right side of her hair, hanging behind her right shoulder where her shoulder bag hung.

     "Submit to me your brush.", demanded Linda, Leah sitting on the stool and taking her fine handmade brush from her shoulder bag, crossing her legs then folding her hands on her lap. "Losing the first roll and becoming the submissive isn't such a bad deal, I get to sit pretty and Linda caresses my hair with my brush.", thought Leah. "This may be the last night your hair is long and beautiful.", chanted Linda, over and over, as she gently brushed Leah's long ponytail. "Y-yes, I s-s-submit the closest things to my heart, my ruby choker, my diamond watch, and my innermost feelings, written in my diary. I also submit what matters most, my w-wonderful hair, my main source of beauty, my reason to exist to you and the Game, knowing my ch-cherished tresses could be taken from me at m-midnight!", recited Leah, by heart after Linda finished brushing.

     They moved to the kitchen, where they prepared and ate dinner. The clock rang seven times, signaling the start of the next round. "Leah! Time to play!!", said Linda. They moved back to the living room...

     Leah sat on the stool, holding the silver tray in her palms on her outstretched arms, back straight and legs crossed. "We begin with the second round of the Game. Roll, dice, to see if Leah is allowed to escape the wrenching woes you may have in store for her!", recited Linda. She took two of the six dice and rolled them onto the platter, ending up with two sixes. "The Game continues tonight! Submit your brush, please.", demanded Linda. "Here, my b-beauty lies in the hands of the Game.", said Leah, handing Linda her brush again..... .......Had she not thrown the double six, the game would end there for the week and they would watch rented movies, feeling superior to the Game until the early morning hours, pretending to be gorgeous super models. Leah, in her role as submissive, would have left her hair in the ponytail the rest of the night while having to prepare and serve midnight snacks with wine. But not tonight......

     "Look at this wonderful hair, years of care and pampering. The Game has eyes for you tonight, Leah! Your hair, your beautiful hair, and all you hold dear rides on the dice.", recited Linda as she finished brushing Leah's ponytail. "I think it's time for a little wine!", said Leah.

     The rules dictated that if the Game progressed to the second phase, they would share a whole bottle of wine, so they descended downstairs to the dress shop storeroom where they had a small wine cellar. They didn't mind the Game moving to this stage, it was always fun for them. Leah would quit stuttering with a little wine. While laughing and giggling, feeling the effects of the wine, they mused over how the town knew nothing about this behavior. They took turns sitting on each other's lap, caressing each other's hair and breasts. The more wine they had, the more adventurous they became. They chased each other around the dark dress shop showroom, tripping and falling over things, laughing hysterically. Finally, they were both lying on the floor, Leah under Linda, both giggling. "It's eight, Leah. Time to go back upstairs.", said Linda.

     Leah sat on the stool again, holding the silver platter and the two dice showing sixes. "We continue with the third round of the Game. Roll, dice, to see if Leah is allowed to escape the wrenching woes you may have in store for her!", recited Linda. She picked up a third die and rolled it on to the platter, another six. "Uh Oh!!", laughed Leah, under the influence of wine. "The game continues. Again, your brush!". demanded Linda, as Leah retrieved it out of her shoulder bag. "I guess this means we don't get to watch what we rented. Darn!!", exclaimed Leah. This was the first time in a year the Game got past the third round. As Leah crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap for the third round brushing, she began to feel worried. "What if tonight's the night? Will we really go through with it? Oh, the chances are still small.", she thought as Linda brushed her ponytail.

     The rules dictated that they start watching the movie, 'Joan of Arc', with the submissive not allowed to leave the stool as long as the game stayed alive. Linda started the tape and sat in her recliner, Leah stuck on the stool until the fourth round roll.

     The clock rang nine, so Linda stopped the tape and retrieved the implements of the game. "We continue with the fourth round of the Game. The safe rounds are over. Roll, dice, to see if Leah is allowed to escape the wrenching sacrifice of something given to her in love!", recited Linda. While Leah held the platter in her palms, Linda rolled the fourth die on to the platter, expecting the Game to end here for the week. "Another SIX!! NO!!", bemoaned Leah, depressed. "Your brush, Leah, again.", recited Linda from a paper of rules drawn long ago. Only once, did this happen before, almost ten years ago, to Linda. "You are ever so close to surrendering your astonishing long hair to the fangs of the Game. Submit, Leah, to the rope, and surrender your ruby choker to me forever!", demanded Linda, as she went around front to tie Leah's crossed legs together. Leah was scared. She never was this deep in the Game! Linda sensed this and paused. "Think we better stop?", asked Linda. "No. It's the Game. I got you this far once, it's only fair you do it to me. That's why I have your old high school sweetheart's name bracelet hidden in my room. I know it will end next round.", returned Leah. She finished by tying Leah's bound legs to the stool.

     The rules dictated they finish watching 'Joan of Arc' before Leah was required to surrender her choker. The scene where she cuts her hair for battle appears during this sitting, Leah sweating in the heat as she knows this may happen to her. As the movie ended, Leah became very nervous, sweating profusely. It was time for the sacrifice to be made by Leah, something given to her in love. For Leah, it was the ruby choker given to her by her first and only love, who left her after her face was scared by the measles. Leah submissively sat straight with her hands folded in her lap after moving her ponytail in front of her shoulder. Linda easily removed the ruby choker from her neck and placed it on her tied thighs. Leah was no longer allowed to touch her ruby choker, but there it was, just a quarter inch from her folded hands! Large, alligator tears fell from Leah's eyes as she stared at her lost choker sitting on her bare thigh. Soon, this brilliant piece, given to her in love, will be hidden from her in Linda's room forever, all because of... The Game.

     Clang, the clock rang ten times. Linda gave Leah the platter and the four dice lying on six. The fifth round, if lost, was brutal for the submissive. They both knew it had to end here! "You know the rules, Leah. If you lose this round, you must surrender everything very dear to you in your shoulder bag, including your diary.", said Linda. "We continue with the fifth round of the Game. Roll, dice, to see if Leah is allowed to escape the wrenching woes required of her this round!!!", yelled Linda. Picking up the fifth die and shaking it in her cupped hands in front of Leah's worried eyes, she let it fall on the platter. Again, a six. "NOOO!!!", howled Leah. "The Game is in uncharted territory!", yelled Linda, as Leah started to cry. Leah held her arm outstretched, surrendering her shoulder bag for Linda to take her antique hair brush, watch, and remove her dairy for reading later. Linda placed the bag back on Leah's right shoulder.

     Such were the rules for this round, requiring more and deeper sacrifice on the part of the submissive, both materially and personally. Materially, she had to give up her treasured hair brush to Linda forever. Never again, could she feel the soft, gentle bristles from her 100 plus year old brush on her beautiful hair, even if she escaped with the last roll. She could never see the time again on her diamond studded watch. Personally, she had to give up her private dairy, opening up her deepest and innermost feelings for Linda to read, things she may not want known by anyone, even her sister. Worse, she would never be able to read her memories again. The rules also required that more wine be consumed, for if not under some influence, they would never be able to let the Game progress to the last round.

     Leah's hands are tied behind her back with the second white rope, rendering her helpless to prevent the taking of the thing most dear, her beautiful, six foot ponytail, should the Game require it. This left the scissors and one die as the only unused Game implements on the table nearby. Linda retrieved the wine, drinking some herself, and holding the glass for bound up Leah to drink, getting some on her dress and socks. Both were feeling the effects as the clock approached twelve.

     It was required the submissive had to sit in the dark living room for a short while, alone. Linda retreated to her room to wait for the last round and read Leah's diary, leaving the brush with the choker on her lap so she could see them for the last time, but never to touch them again. Leah cried this whole time, fearing the last roll. The clock rang in midnight, the moment of truth.

     Linda returned, as Leah was petrified of the last roll. "So, Leah, you had a secret crush on my boyfriend, Jimmy, and got him to kiss you??", demanded Linda. "Yes.", lamented Leah, knowing it was written in her diary. With her hands tied, she could no longer hold the platter, so Linda opened the box containing the scissors and shook the last die in her hands. The last roll determines if your most treasured asset, your six plus feet of wonderfully conditioned hair stays intact, or becomes mine.", said Linda, still shaking the last die in her cupped palms right in front of Leah's horrified face. It fell from her hands, off Leah's left breast, to her thigh, then on to the floor. Since the room was dark, they couldn't see how it landed.

     Linda took the brush one more time from Leah's thighs. "Beautiful hair, so amazing, so wonderful, so free falling and graceful, your fate has been sealed by the last roll of the Game. What will be the next thing to touch you, another brush of Leah's, or the hungry shears? For sure, this is the last time you are caressed by this lovely handmade, European brush!", said Linda as she brushed. She circled around and around her, kicking the last die each round, getting aroused at her sister's helpless state. Leah was crying and trembling as Linda circled. "Are you ready to submit your most wonderful treasure to the hands of the Game? ....Are you ready for the possible supreme sacrifice of your beauty, should the Game require it?", demanded Linda. Anxious moments followed. "Leah, I await your promise!!", demanded Linda. More anxious moments followed. "I-I-I am r-ready. M-my long, beautiful h-hair, that which has taken me a l-lifetime to grow and nurture, is yours to do w-with as the G-game requires. If it must be, I w-willingly submit my long, glorious p-p-p-ponytail, my only reason to feel b-b-beautiful, to the stainless shears for s-severing, according to the rules of the Game. T-t-t-turn the light on, my p-p-p-ponytail is ready for s-s-sub-b-b.", quivered Leah, now unable to talk at all, cowering in horrible, gripping fear.

     Linda turned the light on, but Leah couldn't see the last die. Linda got on her knees for a look, then turned to Leah without expression. Leah closed her eyes tightly in fear. She raised the die to Leah's thigh. ................


......"Six!!", yelled Linda.

     Leah burst into a loud howl, "NO!! NO!! My hair! My beautiful hair!" "I'm sorry, Leah. The rules are clear, six sixes, starting at six o'clock, on the sixth day of the work week means your ponytail is now MINE! MINE!!", laughed Linda, as she took Leah's ruby choker and put it on her own neck, obviously under great influence of wine. She started preparing Leah's ponytail for the ultimate sacrifice to the Game.

     Linda moved Leah's hair in front of her face, allowing it to fall past her breasts, to her lap, then down the right side of her tied, crossed thighs to the floor. Leah lips were quivering, seeing her doomed hair. Linda began to braid the ponytail, starting at the top, working her way down. Her hands began to shake as her mind went into a state of ecstasy. Braiding at her face, she wiped tears from Leah's eyes with the soon to be surrendered hair. Leah's heart sunk as she saw her beautiful ruby choker now gracing Linda's neck instead of her own. When the braiding got to the breast area, Linda felt and caressed Leah's large breasts, feeling euphoria. Past the waist, Linda rubbed Leah's bare, tied thighs. From a kneeling position, she braided the rest of the six foot ponytail, tying it off with a rubber band. "Your beautiful treasure is ready for surrender, Leah.", said Linda in a soft, surreal tone.

     Linda got butterflies in her stomach as she unwrapped the fine, stainless steel scissors. Leah began to scream as her face turned a reddish hue. As she lifted the shears to the base of Leah's doomed ponytail, she was so aroused seeing Leah tied up with no way to stop the sacrifice of her lovely locks, she had to stop. She laughed out loud as the light reflected off the scissors on the wall. Her sister's treasured ponytail, over six feet long, lie helpless and defenseless, beside her anguished and defeated face, waiting to be harvested. Leah waited, bound, hopeless in fear for the eventual destruction of her beautiful long treasure. Linda regained her composure and lifted the scissors to the base of the ponytail once more.

    "The time has come, Leah. You have surrendered your ruby choker, given to you by the only love you will ever have. You have surrendered your diary and your most precious innermost thoughts. Nothing is a secret for you any more! Your treasured antique hand made hair brush, which once flowed through this beautiful head of hair will leave you forever! NOW, SURRENDER YOUR PRECIOUS BEAUTY TO MEEEEE... AND BECOME A VICTIM OF THE GAME!!!!!", cried Linda at the top of her lungs. Leah let out a sickening scream, very possibly damaging her vocal chords. Linda took the shears and closed them on the doomed braid. They couldn't sever the large, thick braid. "SURRENDER, I SAY!", cried Linda, franticly working the shears into Leah's beautiful braid. It took six tries for the scissors to start cutting through Leah's ponytail, and many more to finally free it. Leah screamed and cried in torture the whole time her ponytail was being severed, straining her delicate voice further. Large, tortured tears fell down her streaked mascara, flowing like a roaring river.

     Linda held the braided ponytail up for Leah to see one last time, laughing hysterically. Leah screamed and cried as loud as what was left of her voice could tolerate.  "Say goodbye, my sister!", laughed Linda as she drunkenly staggered off with the freshly shorn ponytail, over six feet long, along with the watch, and the antique hand made hair brush away to her room, turning off the lights. Having the lights turned off again, and hearing the door to Linda's room close, Leah screamed and cried in the dark room, still with her hands and legs bound to the stool. Her voice was about finished, so she transitioned to a sobering whimper.

     Linda returned as the clock rang one with a hand held mirror to look at what was left of Leah's once glorious long, chestnut hair and the horrible agony on her face. It was longer on the left and very short on the right, where the ponytail was tied, and bangs now covered her glasses and left eye. With Leah still tied to the stool, Linda proceeded to try and straighten her ruined hair.

     She started by cutting bangs across her forehead, about half an inch above the eyebrows. Satisfied with her styling skills, she went to the left side to try and make it match the right, but was a miserable failure. The part at the base of where the high ponytail was tied was just too short, so Linda cut everything short. Leah ended up with a complete mess, short bangs, ears fully exposed, random lengths all over, none longer than an inch or so. Linda held the hand held mirror for Leah to look at herself. "AAAAGGGHHHH!!!", screamed Leah, in a loud, piercing howl that penetrated Linda's ears and sent shock waves through every living fiber of her body.

     She dropped the mirror and scissors in fear, backing away from Leah's tortured screams. "What did we do? What did we do!!!", screamed Linda. "My hair! My hair!! It's all gone!!!", screamed Leah. Linda dropped to her knees and whimpered, taking her own long hair with both hands, covering her face. Finally, Leah's screams turned to whimpers, while Linda regained her composure. "It's finished, Linda. I lost. P-please, untie me.", Leah softly pleaded. Linda stood from her kneeling position. "I-I knew this would happen some day, L-Linda.", whimpered Leah, as Linda untied her hands and legs.

     "Leah, it's about time for the night clubs to close, so there should be lots of people on the sidewalk. Let's go downstairs and show the world that we are beautiful women. We always talked about doing it if the Game ever won.", said Linda. "OK, l-let's move the display from the window and stand there with the b-bright lights on.", quivered Leah as Linda picked up the mirror and scissors. They headed for the stairs to reveal their secret. It was quite a sensual, sexy window display. Linda, dressed as a school girl, her long hair dragging the floor, her bra showing, and her skirt so short that only her long hair kept onlookers from seeing her panties! Leah, in her wine stained pink baby doll dress, her large breasts barely covered, with white over the knee socks and white stiletto heels, her hair shorn. Her wrinkled dress could not cover her panties any more.

     A crowd gathered outside the shop. Some laughed, some stared. Others, many who knew them or bought their dresses were shocked at their drunken behavior and revealing dress! Still others were stunned by Leah's severely shorn hair. Several young women and teenagers loved Leah's dress. Many were intrigued, and loved Linda's schoolgirl look. Others wished they could just touch Linda's beautiful long hair, never before knowing it was so long! The crowd continued to grow as Linda and Leah faced each other in the window.

     Linda, we both had such b-beautiful hair, now it's only you who does.", cried Leah. "People will certainly look at us differently after tonight, Leah!", chuckled Linda, holding up the mirror, looking at her reflection. Leah took her hand to Linda's hair. "I had such beautiful long hair, but now, because of the Game, it's only a memory.", cried Leah, softly, without even the slightest stutter. "Oh, Leah, It's just not fair!", cried Linda, turning to her, wiping the smile from her face.

     She continued to stare at Leah with her tears and shorn hair for several moments with a lost, uneasy expression as the crowd grew more and stared at them through the shop window. Linda gently pushed Leah's hand aside, taking the scissors and cutting the longer parts Leah's hair to try and even it out. Leah put her fingers on Linda's hair again, mourning the loss of her own beautiful hair. The crowd was intrigued, thinking Leah's hair was probably as long as Linda's before this awful haircut. Linda took the hand with the mirror and put it on Leah's, which was right about shoulder high, guiding down her hair to just above the waist, where she could see her reflection again. With the scissors still in her other hand, they stared at each other. As time passed slowly, she raised the scissors to her own hair, in front of the whole town staring in the window, shaking, blades open, at her chin.........

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