“What’s that, Mistress?” I timidly asked. She gave an exasperated sigh.
“That’s how clueless heathens pay homage to their gods, you ignorant ass. Quite appropriate in this situation, don’t you think?
“You will lean forward, placing your face on the mat and looking toward the mirror, leaving your legs bunched up and your ass thrust high into the air. Only instead of flinging your arms out on the ground in front of you, as they do, you will push them back under you between your legs, until you can grasp that bar!”
Shamed by my ignorance I obeyed. Then I watched in the mirror and felt it in my wrists as Mistress used those two inner shackles to secure me this way.
Getting up was now impossible. I suppose I could have rolled over onto my side or back, but I didn’t need Mistress to tell me
