The Chair

by georgiegirl

I'd seen the chair at his place a few times. I noticed it right away - resting against the wall. Unusual. Wooden. Old. No seat, just the wooden frame. The back had horizontal slats that were spaced apart. I had no idea why he kept it around. Then all of a sudden it became more prominent in his apartment. Out in the open. Made me feel uneasy. I would walk way around it; not even wanting to look that way. I had a feeling I'd soon be finding out its use.

The next time I was at his place, the chair was in the middle of the room with his toys around it. All kinds of stuff; some I've seen and some were new. I stopped looking; it only served to make me nervous. I was told to strip, which of course I did. I'm always told to strip and I've always hated stripping. I never should have told him that because now he always has me strip immediately. Sometimes he would deviously say "Strip slowly. I want to watch you take off each and every piece." I was led to the ch...

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