Interesting that you mention caution with her being "steered". If you read my profile, I mention that I came here to learn and share some of my experiences. This thread has made me think back to how that "steering" rod was used and your comment made me think of how it was applied.
The woman that received this pole was not some twenty something acrobat dancer....she was a mid 40's professional woman that probably had not been naked outside her bedroom in 20 years. Here she was sporting this clothes pole protruding out of her anus and she was most embarrassed. This was by design since she craved the eroticism of humiliation and having to not only accept it....but to revel in her situation.
As I described, the pole was 3 ' long, 2"diameter closet pole with O-rings spaced along the first 4 " of the pole. At the 5" mark I screwed in two eye screws opposite each other. No other bondage was necessary....I inserted the pole and looped one piece of leather cord through one eye bolt and up the crack of her ass. The other eye bolt had a chord looped so that two leather pieces went up to her waist, one on either side of her labia. I tied these off to a waist belt and the pole stuck out nicely like a tail. When I "steered" the angle in her rectum indeed dictated that she either be bent way over at the waist or on all fours with her head down and on her forearms.
Already in subspace at this point, I steered her out the back door into the yard...OMG! She was red as a beet!1 She could try to use her hands to cover her bits, but she could not dismiss the fact a pole was sticking out her ass. I steered her over to a bench in the yard where I had screwed another eye bolt into the edge of the table top. I backed her up to within a few feet of the table top and snap connected the end of the pole to this spot on the edge of the table. A standard table top sits about 32" high so you can picture a 5'6" woman bent over with that pole raised to a 32" table top. Her hands were too short to reach back or turn around enough to unsnap the connector. The simplicity of her predicament was diabolical and frustrated the bejabbers out of her.
I relegated her to being an object or a pet because I busied myself around the yard and into the house and ignored her. Every time she asked how much longer, I would reply, "don't ask....I just added 10 more minutes"....After a couple of tries she sobbed about it being not fair and then got quiet.
As the time wore on, I watched her carefully out of the corner of my eye. At first she tried standing with her hands on her knees like a tired athlete. Then she would try to stand up and twist and reach and contort herself....her hands were not long enough to reach and that insidious pole in her rectum held her stationary. Finally, an hour had passed and she struggled to lower herself onto her knees. Carefully she maneuvered but soon discovered that the angle was forcing her to put her head down and to arch her ass upwards to keep the pole from rearranging her colon.
It was interesting and very demonstrative of the D/s relationship as this played out. Once down, she soon realized that the only comfortable position was head on her forearms and her ass up high and her back reverse arched. Without a doubt this was one of the most humiliating poses a woman can assume. She had to come to grips with the fact she was assuming this pose as if she had been broken. I admit, it impressed me deeply how she had become so resigned to being so overtly objectified. Her body was erotic in her pose and her exposed genitals were milky and slick...a true submissive woman on display. Sorry if I commandeered this thread, I am sure the powers that be will place it accordingly. Thanks to that sick puppy for bringing back this memory of that home made anal toy.