My long silky raven locks turn heads. I get all sorts of compliments on how gorgeous my hair is. It's more than just something that catches your attention. What goes through your mind as I slowly run my manicured nails through my hair? I can sense that you've fallen into a trance and are extremely pliable. What would you do to breathe in the scent of my hair? As I slowly brush my long mane, the longing and jealously towards my brush is building. I have an assignment for you, my subservient trichophiliac. In order to earn certain privileges you'll do exactly what I say. The more I tease you,... Show more