Minutes later I was ready and came from the cloak room. The tiny zip slits in the rubber hood narrowed down my area of view. The posture collar pushed my mind up and closed it into place and hence moved my currently slim area of view right ahead and up towards the ceiling. I could maybe not see the bottom half of the area facing me and I really could not turn my head left or right. The included weight to my ankles felt odd as well. All this made me walk slowly and really awkwardly. Mistress was quickly frustrated by my clumsiness. She got the metal trap on my collar and guided me impatiently through the area to a wooden extending rack. At the sheet she made me about with a quick pull at the loop. The subsequent force that her give placed on my neck managed to get clear to me that she wanted me to lie down backwards. I don't know what I'd performed inappropriate, but Mistress was obviously in a nasty mood. I stood nude in a large part, while she slowly went through the...