Mistress stepped back from the rack and reviewed her work. Without uttering a word, she turned and remaining the room for a short moment. When she went back I really could see in the place of my vision that she carried something just like a plastic bottle and some bright object. She put both products on the rack between my legs. Then she left the space again, but now I straight away recognized the object that she cut back by the noise. Mistress drawn her beloved armchair in to the area and towards the rack. This armchair looked like a small wooden throne. When she had reached the side of the tray, she picked up the seat and placed it onto the surface of the rack. The legs of the seat fit proper beside my armpits and my hips. I was framed such as for instance a picture. Since the throne was in place, I understood what Mistress was planning to accomplish to me that day. If she left the throne in this location then she'd be able to use my experience as her footstool. That has been ...