She has me lower my arms and by pulling on a zipper releases my arms from being connected, but now its like I am wearing two long fingerless gloves. I...can move my arms but my hands are virtually useless. I am top heavy, I think to myself, that this what it must feel like to be pregenant. I feel very very vulnurable, off balance, and a little scared... and I relize i kinda like the feeling."Ok, this was fun but i really can't do anything like this" was what i was going to say. "O" is all I did. I am obedient. I don’t like to think for myself. I am happy, and want others to know I am. I am pretty and I am hot. I exist for others’ pleasures…My thoughts continued like that for a while Until I felt a tap on my shoulder and Mistress was here telling me to follow her to the others... “Yes, Mistress!” I said with enthusiasm as I quickly stood, and walked over to the other three girls. Mistress led us down to the public offices. I’m not sure what was special about them. There was a. “Go ahead lads, get him set up”He tried to get away again, but the other three grabbed him and held him still. He tried to thrash and get them off him, but one of them hit him in the solar plexus and he doubled over in pain. Two of the men grabbed his arm. They wrapped a leather cuff around it, fastened and locked the cuff so he couldn’t get it off. They then knocked him down to the ground and did the same with his legs. When they were finished, they flipped him over so that he was lying face. I'm relatively smart, though no Mensa candidate. But that first class, even though it was only orientation, was the hardest class I've ever had. The professor seemed to drone on and on for hours talking about God knows what. I don't remember a single word that he said. I was lucky I took every handout he gave us and put them dutifully into my folder to review later. Had I not, I'd have been doomed.I spent every second of that class, trying my hardest not to stare at the crimson haired angel to.