My human furniture Mr Ikea!

Well hello there
Mr. Ikea. 

I’ve been remembering
one of our times together recently. 

Do you remember that afternoon we spent with my Mistress Friend? 

I remember it fondly.  My Mistress Friend and I were sitting
around sipping cups of tea and chatting. 
We were resting our high-heeled feet on a lovely footstool, otherwise
known as you, Mr. Ikea.

I remember what a
wonderful human footstool you were Mr. Ikea. 

A good piece of furniture should be seen and used but
definitely not heard under any circumstances.  Tying you up and using you as a piece of furniture is truly
a pleasure. 

Knowing that I
control you and you can’t say a word about it is a turn on.  It makes me wet just remembering how
turned on I was that day. 

Remembering
how I would restrain you and take charge and how you let me use you.  It made me feel powerful and sexy.  I love it.

Also, you made yourself useful.

see you tuesday ...

;-)

Cheeky Christine

x