Moments later I was prepared and came out from the cloak room. The tiny zipper slits in the rubber lid narrowed down my area of view. The position collar pushed my head up and locked it in to place and hence moved my currently thin subject of view right ahead and up towards the ceiling. I really could not see the underside 1 / 2 of the area before me and I really could maybe not turn my head left or right. The included fat to my ankles believed unusual as well. All this built me go slowly and really awkwardly. Mistress was instantly frustrated by my clumsiness. She got the material hook on my collar and guided me impatiently through the area to a wooden extending rack. At the tray she turned me about with a fast pull at the loop. The next pressure that her hand applied to my neck made it clear if you ask me that she wanted me to lie down backwards. I do not know what I had done improper, but Mistress was demonstrably in a strong mood. I stood bare in a corner, while she slowl...