“Keep your eyes down, Little One.  We’re accessing that beautiful submissive point of view you were born with.  Details matter, a lot.”  The man walked slowly around Tina’s kneeling form.  As he passed in front of her, Tina’s downward eyes only saw his legs and his shoes.  That’s all she was entitled to.
 
“I’m nervous, Sir.”  Tina gets talkative when she’s nervous.  Anyone who’s ever attempted to train her knows this.
 
“That’s fine Little One.  You haven’t been trained yet.  The training will help you.  You’ll be transformed.  Take your hair out of the ponytail.”  His shoes plodded softly on the smooth concrete.
 
“That’s good.  And thank you, Sir.”  I grasp the base of my ponytail and slide the hair tie up and off the bundle.  My hair is wavy from the hint of humidity in the room.  Thick blonde curls cascade around my head and shoulders.  Just as I release my hair, I feel his hands around both of my wrists.  His grip is firm.  Even tight.  I freeze, not knowing if I made a