Mistress moves aside the candlesticks she’s kept here since the night of her birthday (the tapers constantly renewed as she uses them up on me) and then lifts out the shelves that divide the upper half of that space. Together she and Meredith manhandle me around and then slide me into there until my bent knees are pressed against the mirror in back. Then she produces two more strong silk ropes.
Each of these is knotted to the rope binding my elbows together behind me. The other ends are cast up over the brackets upon which the highest shelf recently rested. On the count of three Mistress and Meredith pull on the ropes, drawing me upright onto my knees with my permanently caged p***s, n*****s and gagged face directed outward toward the bed.
“Keep going, lover,” Amelia instructs.
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