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Chapter Fourteen My Queen awakes. I have been patiently kneeling at the base of her bed for over an hour. After an endless night of orgasmic pleasure she has slept most of the morning while I have been exercised, fed, bathed and meticulously primped for proper presentation. I am happy, knowing that I will soon to be relieved of my immobility. If I had a tail, it would be wagging. She wordlessly pushes aside the covers. She is naked beneath and when she sits up the broad brown shoulders, providing such a magnificent framework for her large firm breasts, are highlighted by the gold colored satin sheets. I gaze raptly. Her hands push aside more layers of cloth. I find the muscling of powerful arms mesmerizing, my own being so pusillanimously formed due to limited use and my alteration.