“Hands behind your head,” I hear one of the masters speak.
Remembering how I saw this pose several times on dungeon websites, I follow the command, intersecting my fingers in the valley behind my neck.
“Elbows wide,” another masterful voice thunders, almost before I’m done.
“Spread your legs,” a third shouts.
“Turn!” another says.
I spread my legs and turn with some difficulty, thinking how foolish this must look, although no one seems to care but me.
“Bend over,” Charlie says, when I’m finally facing him again.
I bend, but in doing so, my hands disconnect and another voice sharply retorts, “Were you told to drop your hands, slave?”
“No, sir,” I come back immediately. Again, I clasp my hands behind my neck and spread my elbows like wings.
“Answer louder!” the sharp voice rises in
