I don't know what I had done wrong, but Mistress was obviously in a foul mood. I stood naked in a corner, while she slowly walked through the cloakroom and quietly pointed to the items on the shelves that I was expected to collect and to apply to myself without further delay or protest. First, she pointed at a black Latex mask with very small zipper slits for the eyes and a wide opening for nose, mouth and chin. Next, she pointed at a red posture collar made of thick heavy leather. Then she pointed towards my least favorite device. It was a small plastic chastity cock cage that was pre-wired for electro stimulation at the sides and the bottom and which also included a long conductive rubber dilator. At last she pointed towards the heavy leather cuffs for all four of my ankles. I bowed my head to Mistress to signal that I had understood and quickly grabbed the items from the shelf.
Moments later I was ready and stumbled out of the cloak room. The tiny zipper slits in the rubber hood narrowed down my field of view. The posture collar forced my head up and locked it into position and thus shifted my already narrow field of view straight ahead and up towards the ceiling. I could not see the bottom half of the room in front of me and I could not turn my head left or right. The added weight to my ankles felt strange as well. All this made me walk slowly and very awkwardly. Mistress was instantly annoyed by my clumsiness. She grabbed the metal loop on my collar and directed me impatiently through the room to a wooden stretching rack. At the rack she turned me around with a quick pull at the loop. The subsequent pressure that her hand applied to my throat made it clear to me that she wanted me to lie down backwards.
What happened next was outside of my narrow field of vision, but I could hear snap hooks clicking when they connected to the cuffs at the ankles of my hands and feet. I felt that Mistress touched the cock cage. I felt that she applied some electric pads to the soles of my feet. Next, she caressed my nipples until they were hard and erect. There was no time to enjoy. The pleasure was immediately replaced by the pinching pain of the nipple clamps.
Mistress stepped back from the rack and examined her work. Without uttering a word, she turned and left the room for a short moment. When she came back I could see in the corner of my eye that she carried something like a plastic bottle and some shiny object. She placed both items on the rack between my legs. Then she left the room again, but this time I instantly recognized the object that she brought back by the noise. Mistress dragged her favorite armchair into the room and towards the rack. This armchair looked like a small wooden throne. Once she had reached the edge of the rack, she picked up the chair and placed it onto the surface of the rack. The legs of the chair fit right beside my armpits and my hips. I was framed like a picture. Now that the throne was in place, I realized what Mistress was planning to do to me that day. If she left the throne in this position then she would be able to use my face as her footstool. That was a concept that absolutely excited me. I loved Mistress's tiny feet. I knew that she took extra good care of them previous to our appointments. Just the thought of them made my dick swell which was very unpleasant due to the tiny cock cage. I immediately worried about later, when I would hopefully be allowed to smell and lick her feet!? Not knowing her full masterplan, I probably hoped that the cage was already gone by then. But, as it turned out, the tiny cage was not going to be my biggest problem...
