She attempted to move them, one at a time, and found that they were somehow re- strained there, forcing her arms and her extended hands to point straight upwards toward the mirrored ceiling tight along the sides of her body.She attempted to move them, one at a time, and found that they were somehow re- strained there, forcing her arms and her extended hands to point straight upwards toward the mirrored ceiling tight along the sides of her body. She curled upward, bending and straining her stomach muscles, and saw two huge leather straps, one around each of her legs, buckled tightly there by three small leather belt and buckle sets on each, just above the knee. To each wide leather strap, one of her mittened hands was extended and it's tip strap inserted in buckle mounted on the outside of the strap on her outer leg. She let herself back down and hung there, gazing around the room. Her eyes caught the black wall and it's door and then her head and eyes swung to the right and beheld the bare feet and leather pants of her MASTER. As Linda stared upward at him, she saw that he had a short stainless steel chain in his hand with snap clips of some kind at either end. As she watched, he stepped into her terrazzo "pit" and attached the chain to her huge stainless steel "mounting ring". She had bent her head backward and arched her straining back to look straight down at his hands as they attached one of the chain's "clips" to one of her "mounting ring's" welded D-Rings directly below her eyes and her head. One of his hands reached the short distance up to her face and then under it to the tipped back top of her head and thrust itself through the ring/hair/strap affair on top of her head and swiftly pulled her face back forward with her head mounted ring assembly and she heard another "click-snap" of the remaining chain mounted retaining clip. Linda tried to raise her head, as before, and found it was anchored downward by the chain and its clips, refusing her any further bending of her neck, forward or back, or raising of her head, but allowing her to turn her head, which she had done, as she watched the bare feet and leather pants step out of the pit and walk around her toward the black vinyl covered "equipment wall". |