Mistress walked right back from the tray and reviewed her work. Without uttering a word, she made and remaining the room for a short moment. When she went back I really could see in the corner of my attention that she moved anything such as for instance a plastic container and some shiny object. She located both objects on the sheet between my legs. Then she left the room again, but now I instantly acknowledged the thing that she cut back by the noise. Mistress dragged her beloved armchair in to the space and towards the rack. That armchair looked like a tiny wooden throne. After she had achieved the edge of the rack, she picked up the chair and put it onto the surface of the rack. The feet of the seat fit right beside my armpits and my hips. I was presented like a picture. Now that the throne was in position, I recognized what Mistress was preparing to complete to me that day. If she remaining the throne in this location then she would manage to use my face as her footstool. That h...