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out another nine smacks, each time growing me wetter and wetter, and she knew. She could smell the enjoyment i was getting out of this and it surprised her. She replaced the blindfold again, and left. Another week passed as i stood in the stockades. i was weak now and standing this long became a problem. Fortunately, my Mistress understood that, so she placed a wooden sawhorse just below my pussy for me to sit on when i couldn't stand any longer. Unfortunately, it hurt just as much to sit as it did stand so i tried standing more often. When she promptly returned on the seventh day again (almost like clockwork), she removed me from the stockade and laid me down on a large wooden table that i would soon not enjoy. The minute she placed me on the