Moments later I was ready and came out from the cloak room. The tiny zipper slits in the rubber lid narrowed down my field of view. The position collar forced my mind up and locked it into place and ergo shifted my previously thin area of view right forward and up towards the ceiling. I really could perhaps not see the underside 1 / 2 of the room in front of me and I possibly could maybe not change my head remaining or right. The added fat to my ankles believed odd as well. All this created me go gradually and very awkwardly. Mistress was immediately frustrated by my clumsiness. She grabbed the material hook on my collar and focused me impatiently through the space to a wooden stretching rack. At the tray she turned me around with a quick move at the loop. The next force that her give applied to my neck caused it to be distinct in my experience that she needed me to take a nap backwards. Mistress stepped right back from the sheet and examined her work. Without uttering a ...