But, more restraint was to come, and worse. The Arab led his slave captive to a post, and proceeded to stand her back against it. She leaned forward b...cause her arms were still secured high behind her back with the breast harness. She felt her ankles being tightly strapped to the cold iron post, then her knees, then her thighs, and then her waist. She had to take a deep breath to accommodate the tight strap. Then her wrists were unshackled, and were drawn up behind her and above her head, and. The fitness area had all sorts of exercise equipment and a studio for aerobics. I hit the stair climber and treadmill before I worked out with the weights. As I was working out with the weights the aerobic class started. The instructor was a fit woman probably in her mid to late thirties. She was thin and lithe and seemed to move effortlessly as she went through the routines. I would learn later that her name was Paula and that she and Julie were good friends. The other women in class huffed. “But not only that, for you to have hair the length you had, it will take a year and a half if you are lucky, or two. In that time, you will experience the anxiety of questions every day after I release you from your Brainwashing Room here. The day will come soon when you will have hair the length of a boy your age and will finally put down the unbearable wig. But they will see you at home and at work. You will tell them that you decided to cut it off like this for a radical change in your life. It was like my world had shattered. What started as a groan built into a deep roar as I could no longer withhold what had been building all day! I screamed as I came and I came and I came. Instead of feeling wasted though I was hungry for more. It seemed that Beth also felt the same way and took control of us all.Beth wildly drew her dress over her head and threw it to the floor. She then reached around and unclasped her bra. It dropped to the couch. She wore no panties. Naked. Again I couldn't.