Your Adoring Chair

The following story is a fantasy set at a kinky party between two consenting adults who negotiated in advance.

I enter the hall and start scanning the space. I feel a little nervous and self-conscious since I am wearing nothing but a collar around my neck. You catch my eye from across the room, and a grin spreads across your face. I can see the sadistic gleam in your eye as you excuse yourself from your conversation and approach each other from across the room. My worries instantly melt away as my focus turns completely to you.

I notice your pointed look toward the floor and immediately sink to my knees at your feet when we meet. I look up at you, adoration and anticipation written all over my face. You pet my head, tangling your fingers in my hair and tilting my head back to force me to meet your gaze.

You pat my cheek a couple of times before slapping me hard across the face. "Good pet" you muse to yourself. You hook a finger into the ring at the front of my collar and pull upwards, forcing me to stretch toward you before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a leash. You clip it onto my collar and turn sharply, walking further into the hall and assuming I will follow you... not that I have a choice.

I scramble to get up and match your brisk pace, my face turning red as I see the people around us turn and whisper as we pass them. Even if I know that they are probably admiring more than judging due to the kinky nature of the event, I still feel the rush of humiliation inherent in being paraded around as someone else's pet. The humiliation causes a dampness to spread between my legs, making me feel even more humiliated but also far more eager to please.

You stop at one of the play areas and point at one of the chairs, then at the middle of the designated space. I take the hint and move the chair to the spot you indicated. As I do so, you put down the play bag slung over your shoulder and start pulling out hanks of rope. You gesture that I should sit in the chair and I quickly obey, never taking my eyes off you.

First, you kick my legs apart, ensuring that they are lined up with the legs of the chair. Once you are satisfied, you plant your foot in my crotch and slowly push me backwards until I am pinned between the sole of your boot and the back of the chair. You give me one more firm kick before removing your foot and walking behind me.

I tilt my head back, allowing me to look into your eyes as you run your hands over my shoulders and arms. Your gaze turns sharp as you cruelly pull my arms together behind me and tie them to the back of the chair. I am careful to hold my position so you can focus on wrapping the ropes. Even when I relax into the ropes, my shoulder blades are still touching due to the tightness of my bindings.

You delicately touch my nose. "Boop!" you say with a smile as you run the tails of your rope through the loop on the back of my collar, ensuring that any efforts to struggle would also make it hard to breathe. Moving around me, you run your hand up and down my chest and stomach. You grab another length of rope and use it to secure my chest to the back of the chair and keep my arms pinned firmly in place. You pull each pass tightly, ensuring that the bindings bite into my skin and that I cannot move an inch. You finish by kissing up my shoulder blade and neck.

As you pass by my ear, you whisper to me "Put on a show, Pet" and wink before you kneel in front of me. I look behind you and see a small crowd has gathered to watch our scene.

As you start to tie my ankles to the legs of the chair, I grind my hips into the chair and pull on the rope attached to my collar, understanding that the onlookers are the ones I am putting on a show for.

"Thank you Daddy!" I whimper when you pull the rope tight. I hear a chuckle from behind you. I make eye contact with one of the audience members. He had a hungry look in his eyes. The man licked his lips when he saw that he had caught my gaze. My eyes travel up and down his body before they are drawn to the growing bulge straining against the pouch of his g-string. I ramp up my antics, audibly gasping before I throw my head back. "Thank you for putting this slut in its proper place Daddy!" I say in a breathy tone as I tilt my pussy so it is fully on display.

You finish securing my calf to the chair, yanking on my foot to ensure it is secure. You slowly run your hand up the inside of my leg. As you move further and further up my leg, you vary the amount of pressure you apply. At times touching so lightly I can barely feel it. At others, you push so hard that you will surely leave crescent-shaped marks with your fingernails. When you brush lightly I tremble, "Your teasing is torture Daddy!" I whine. When you mark me as yours with your fingernails I growl, "Push harder Daddy!" I cry.

When you reach my crotch you pause, drumming your fingers gently on the area right above my clit. I bite my lip and whimper. I look down at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to move your fingers half an inch further down. You laugh and run your hand down my other leg, completely neglecting my aching sex. "You don't even need me to touch you to turn you on you thirsty slut, the puddle between your legs proves that!" you chuckle as you begin securing my other leg to the chair.

I cry out and start to struggle against my bonds. Despite my antics, I make sure that the leg you are currently tying doesn't move.

"Your stupid slut doesn't deserve this teasing Daddy! Won't you please fill all of your slave's pathetic holes Daddy? Please Daddy, pretty please Daddy?" I cry out while squirming back and forth.

I take another look out at the audience. Though they all seem to be enjoying the show, one woman in particular seemed mesmerized by the scene. With every plea, she leaned closer and closer. She also had a clear bulge under her skirt and looked like she desperately wanted to use it to answer my cries. "Fuck me please Daddy!" I shout as you finish immobilizing my second leg.

You meet my gaze with a smirk. You go back to running your hand up my leg. Though I can barely move, I make sure to exaggerate every reaction to your touch. I moan, growl, whimper and groan with every change of pressure. "Thank you Daddy, this body exists to please you Daddy!" I shout out.

Though I am acting thirstier than I would otherwise due to my Master's order, your touch really does excite me beyond belief. You get to my crotch again and I hold my breath. You drum above my clit again and I lean as far as I can into your touch. Suddenly you push as hard as you can in the same spot and I squeal from the sudden pressure.

'Good job Pet' you mouth to me as you stand up and walk over to your play bag. "You whiny little slut! So you want me to fill all your pathetic fucking holes huh? Well, I think I can make that happen you whore. But I don't think you've earned my cock, not yet anyway!" you explain to the audience more so than to me. You pull two dildos out of the bag. While both are massive and several inches in diameter, they are completely different styles.

The first is marbled blue and green. It looks more akin to a tentacle than a human penis. One side is covered in raised rings to mimic suckers while the rest is smooth. I know from experience that it vibrates and wriggles once it is activated by the remote you slip into your pocket.

The other is a series of bulbs stacked on top of each other, each bulb a different colour to make a rainbow. Going down the length of the dildo, each part is bigger than the last, the final section reaching 6 inches in diameter. You make a show of lubing both toys up, rubbing your hands up and down each shaft to ensure they are covered and holding them out for the audience to marvel at. You give me a subtle shake of your head, letting me know that I can let go of the act and focus on being filled with your toys.

You place the tentacle off to the side and start with the rainbow. Without needing a command, I tilt my hips to give you better access to my ass and relax. Even though you indicated that I could drop the act, I can't help but let out a low moan as the first bulge finds its way into my ass. You twist the dildo as you push the next bulb into my hungry asshole. My instinct is to kick my legs to express the unique mixture of pain and pleasure I am feeling but they are still securely fastened to the chair. I content myself with throwing my head back and groaning.

After a few more bulbs, I become accustomed to the routine of stretch and release after each new bump fills me up a little more. That is until you thrust the dildo in and out a few times in quick succession. I jump as much as I can against my bonds and shout "Fuck that's good Daddy!"

That makes you chuckle. You go back to pushing the dildo further and further, filling me up more and more. Every millimetre of movement brings me to another layer of ecstasy until you stop suddenly. I look down and realize that there is no dildo left. Other than the flared base, it is completely inside of me. You put your hands on my hips and push me down until the suction cup on the bottom of the dildo is touching the seat of the chair, ensuring that its entire length will remain firmly inside me.

You grab the other dildo and look at it with curiosity. You turn it on for a moment and show our audience how it moves and vibrates with a touch of the remote before turning back to me. "I don't think I feel like being as delicate with this one slave," you remark before quickly shoving the dildo into my pussy.

With the pressure from my already full ass, the sensation feels like a firework of pleasure, causing an instantaneous orgasm. I try not to be too loud since I know we are in a semi-public place but I can't contain the scream that escapes my lips. You laugh, manipulating both dildos to stretch my orgasm out longer. I buck against the restraints as hard as I can in vain. "Thank you for making me cum Daddy, Thank you for making me cum Daddy, Thank you for making me cum Daddy!" I repeat over and over again as the orgasm rolls through me. The words become nonsensical as you let the dildos go and reach for another length of rope.

You grab my knees and bring them together, trapping the dildos in place and pulling my legs hard against their restraints. You weave the rope under my thighs then loop it over and yank it tight, keeping my knees pulled close together and driving the lip of the dildo in my pussy into my clit. Every tiny squirm lights my pleasure centers on fire as I settle into place.

You brush your hands together and slowly pace around me, admiring your handiwork. "I do love seeing you tied up like this slut" you comment as I whip my head around to follow your movement. "But I do think we are missing something... hmmm... I know! You did say I should fill all your holes but I do think I'm missing one!" you remark with a pat on my cheek.

I open my mouth, lolling my tongue out in anticipation. You reach into your play bag and pull something else out. It's a dildo gag, this dildo looks realistically accurate in terms of colour, girth, and even the veiny details and engorged head. It has thick leather straps attached to the base which will wrap around my head and keep it firmly in place. I pant like a dog as you bring the dildo to my lips. You rest it on my tongue for a moment, enjoying how I almost choke myself trying to pull it further into my mouth. Once you have had your fill of my efforts, you push the dildo past my lips and down my throat. While I can tell you are being careful to ensure I can still breathe, you firmly bury the dildo down to its hilt and lock the straps around the back of my head.

"Perfect, my upholstery work is finished! Now I can sit in my comfy chair!" You exclaim while patting my shoulder.

I tilt my head back as you settle into my lap. As soon as the fabric of your pants hits my thighs, I am instantly launched into sub-space. I am no longer a human, I am not even a slave, I am a chair cushion now and nothing more. Chair cushions don't think and chair cushions don't move (not that I can move very much at the moment) so I remain frozen and unthinking.

You turn on the dildo in my pussy and some part of me registers the movement and vibration radiating through me. But I am a chair cushion. No matter how much pleasure builds up in me, no matter how close I get to orgasm, I do not move, I do not think.

You make a comment to the audience, "Though it may not be the most orthodox chair, it has padding in all the right places!"

You reach down to grab my thigh and squeeze, pulling on it to show just how much padding is there. Then you reach back to grab one of my stomach rolls and pull on that. You sit a while longer, rubbing your ass into my lap in an effort to get comfortable.

Eventually, you get up and grab one of your buddies from the audience. The two of you grab the chair and move it over to the edge of the play space. You move your play bag between my legs and retake your seat. I don't register the move. Your buddy pulls her boyfriend onto the playmat and has him kneel on all fours in the middle of the space. She grabs a flogger she had clipped to her waist and begins whipping him. You watch with enjoyment, subconsciously rocking back and forth with the movement of her implement.

Occasionally you play with your chair. You reach down to absentmindedly trace patterns on the side, you fluff the back support, you raise and lower the intensity of the massage feature and at some points you even forget the nature of what you are sitting on.

When they finish their scene, they begin to tidy up as an acquaintance comes up to you before you can get up.

"Hey man, I was wondering if my play partners and I could use the space while you are still sitting here? We enjoy a guaranteed audience!" he says to you with a wink.

You consider it for a moment, thinking back to our negotiations and remembering the limits we set on our scene. "Yeah I think I could stick around man, have fun with your scene!" you reply with a warm smile as you shift in your seat and get ready to watch another scene.

Your acquaintance brings a man and a woman with him into the play space. They do a delightful wax scene, the two partners working together to create a masterpiece of wax on the back and ass of your acquaintance. They have a good time with it, chatting and laughing as the droplets fall from the candles. You feel peaceful watching them.

When they finish and clean up, you turn around so you are straddling my lap and turn off the tentacle vibrator. With a smooth motion, you reach around my head and undo the straps of my gag before pulling it out of my mouth and setting it off to the side. Then you untie the rope attaching my collar to my arm bindings before you pull my head forward to rest against yours. "You did amazing pet, you made such a comfortable chair for me" you whisper to me softly, giving me permission to be a slave again rather than a piece of furniture.

"Thank you for using this slave Master" I whisper back to you, dropping the title of "Daddy" as we both know I was only using that for the show.

You hold our heads together for a while longer before undoing my chest bindings and scooting forward so our chests are touching. You undo my armbindings from the front, reaching around and stopping frequently to squeeze me in warm hugs. As soon as my arms are free, I return your embrace, firmly pressing our bodies together. I kiss the side of your neck and hold you close until you pull away. As you slide off my lap and onto the floor in front of me, you make sure never to break physical contact with me, brushing your hands down my arms and thighs to stay connected for a moment longer.

Even when you free my legs, it takes a moment before I feel steady enough to stand. You take my leash in one hand and my hand in the other as you help me to my feet. I almost forgot about the dildos filling me until you gently leaned me over the back of the chair to slowly remove them, wiping them and the gag off before throwing all three back into your play bag for next time.

I find myself grinning for the rest of the evening, thinking about our amazing scene and how I was able to please my Master.