Kneel, Nadu head high, eyes down, knees spread wide, hands on thighs.
Bracelets: Placing hands behind the back ready to be bound
Crawl: On all fours, palms to elbows are flat on floor, ass in the air.
Table: On fours, back smooth and level.
Karta or Slaver’s Kiss: Knees wide, breasts and forehead against the floor, arms.
SULA-Ki or Slut: On back, legs are spread wide open, hips up off the floor.


She wasn’t going to be late this time, so she decided to go early and go shopping at the nearby mall, before her next appointment. That way, she wouldn’t get caught by the train. As time approached, she removed her under things in one of the changing booths. After all she couldn’t go shopping without being dressed properly.
She arrived on time and rang the bell. When the door opened, to her relief, he motioned her inside. She removed her dress and he hung it in the closet. He walked around her twice.
“Nadu” he called out. She immediately dropped into the position, then the others as he fired them at her one after another. He did make her hold the Karta and Sula-Ki positions for two minute each time they were issued. Each time, the exposure of the position, increase her arousal. Throughout this she heard small moans. These apartments must have really thin walls, she thought with some concern.
Finally, he ordered her to the crawl position, and then turned and headed for the living room. She followed, ass high, and head down.
She was fully into the room before he stepped aside and with a couple of more ‘steps’ she lifted her head. And gasped, blushed, and looked for a place to hide.
There was another man sitting in the Trainer’s chair. And a much younger woman sat spread on the couch, masturbating.
She turned to stare in panic at the Trainer. He merely turned is eyes to the man in his chair and nodded. She turned too.
“Sula-Ki!”
It didn’t come from her Trainer. IT CAME FROM THE MAN. Nooooooo. She turned to the Trainer again, but he was looking at the man. She silently begged for him to turn. It didn’t happen.
“SULA-KI !!”
Her head snapped around at the repeated command. Oh god. She couldn’t, wouldn’t. Never. But she knew she had no choice. She had agreed to this. How could she ever have done that. But as she took the first crawling steps to the place before the man, she realized she was growing wet.
With each movement of her arms and legs, her blush deepened, and her sex moistened. By the time she was in position, spread rudely before him, her face burned and her sex oozed.
“Masturbate, slut.” The voice again. Without thought her hands reached for her cunt. Moans filled the room for long minutes. Stereo sluts in need. Then the orgasms started. Not simultaneous, but one bringing on the other. Both fell back consumed by the experience.

“Nadu.”