I sat up straight and arched my back pressing my nipples against the flimsy white fabric of my school shirt. My shiny black hair was tied in a ponytai... in accordance with the school's dress code. I wanted to yank it free and toss it around before letting it tumble down to my breasts, like they do in shampoo ads on TV. He started the speech that he had obviously prepared but I wasn't listening. I instead watched him and tried to figure out where he was looking. As he rambled on about attitudes. " I smiled and said "my pleasure Ms. Caraway." "Call me Joan, Ms. Caraway is my mother." Joan said. Joan was about 5ft 5 with brunette hair with red hi lites. Her hair was short and she had little diamond earrings and long red fingernails. She wore small black glasses and had bright red ruby lips. She had a southern accent that was cute and she smelled of sweet perfume. She was wearing tan wooden 4 inch high heels with a big wooden platform on her heel and open toes showing off her small red. . he really is small. At times I can hold it between three fingers. And he gets aroused for every little thing. At times it’s unnerving.Now that he stands naked in front of me, he’s way more shy than he’s ever been. But I guess it’s the same for me…He gets in the bathroom first and, as I wait for him to finish, I only observe my toes touching the moquette: why are they so large? I’m sure my feet would be way cuter if they were more slim.Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, he gets out.. There were a couple of lecture discussion groups. Ours were on knowing our limits and setting limits with a Master. Things like safe words were discussed, and the topic of what to do if a Master abused you and did not respect your limits. The leaders of the session were a Master and Mistress. The Master said about ten times, 'Out there in the world, a slave has no one to turn to because the world writes them off. But you are a part of the Curie Clan. The family protects you. In that one.