Minutes later I was ready and stumbled from the cloak room. The tiny zip slits in the plastic lid concentrated down my area of view. The position collar forced my mind up and closed it in to place and thus shifted my already thin field of view right ahead and up towards the ceiling. I really could perhaps not see underneath half of the room facing me and I really could not change my mind left or right. The added weight to my legs believed strange as well. All this made me go gradually and really awkwardly. Mistress was quickly annoyed by my clumsiness. She got the steel trap on my collar and directed me impatiently through the room to a wooden extending rack. At the sheet she made me around with a fast pull at the loop. The next force that her give applied to my neck caused it to be obvious in my experience that she wanted me to lay down backwards. Mistress stepped straight back from the sheet and reviewed her work. Without uttering a phrase, she turned and left the room ...