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Mistress moved right back from the sheet and analyzed her work. Without uttering a phrase, she made and remaining the room for a quick moment. When she came back I could see in the place of my attention that she moved something such as a plastic package and some shiny object. She placed both objects on the sheet between my legs. Then she left the space again, but now I straight away acknowledged the thing that she brought back by the noise. Mistress dragged her beloved armchair into the space and towards the rack. That armchair appeared as if a tiny wooden throne. When she had reached the edge of the tray, she picked up the chair and located it onto the outer lining of the rack. The feet of the chair match proper beside my armpits and my hips. I was presented such as a picture. Given that the throne was in position, I noticed what Mistress was preparing to do to me that day. If she remaining the throne in this location then she'd be able to use my experience as her footstool. Th...

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