Mistress walked back from the rack and analyzed her work. Without uttering a word, she turned and remaining the space for a short moment. When she returned I possibly could see in the place of my attention that she carried anything like a plastic bottle and some shiny object. She placed equally objects on the rack between my legs. Then she left the area again, but this time around I straight away recognized the object that she brought back by the noise. Mistress pulled her beloved armchair in to the space and towards the rack. This armchair looked like a small wooden throne. Once she'd achieved the edge of the rack, she found the seat and put it onto the outer lining of the rack. The feet of the seat match right beside my armpits and my hips. I was presented like a picture. Given that the throne was in place, I recognized what Mistress was preparing to complete to me that day. If she left the throne in this location then she'd have the ability to use my face as her footstool...