At last we were inside the warm building and within 10 minutes, I had been fastened to my exercise machine, now including air hoses connected to the respirator, then for a moment the ear buds were turned on.
“You’re all set now, slave girl. As always, you’re on your own here for the day. I’ve got to get the roads plowed then go into town for supplies. Be good! Bye!”
The sound snapped off leaving me in utter silence and the dimmed-out light of the already sparsely-lit arena and I stood waiting for the machine to start while my mind churned with the knowledge that tomorrow I was going to be forced to start training for full back prayer bondage and that within a couple of weeks, I’d not longer have the use of my arms and hands! The thought that I’d effectively become armless and with no way
