Magic Wand Chair Novels & Stories

With her words, a velvet spotlight turned on meters beside her revealing the most weird yet menacing looking glass cage I have seen in my whole life. In the right side of the room stands a sinister looking glass cage, and within its enclosed walls sits a single chair. Upon this chair, a teddy bear was perched, as if serving as a model of whoever might take the chair's seat. On the back of the chair situates a spinning wheel, with a small lever at the foot. Perhaps it is for whoever sits in the chair will be connected, as if by an invisible cord, to the spinning wheel, and their fate will be decided.

As soon as the bag was sealed closed, I walked back into my bedroom where I plopped myself on the bed, feeling so drained out that my eyes began to flutter close. I rolled over and yanked BOB from the charger, then powered him on. I pulled down my pajama shorts and spread my legs wide, focusing the wand on my starved lady bids. I let out a satisfied moan as the vibrating head tickled my hard clit, making my body tingle with pleasure. I was so lost in it when the vibration slowly went off, and the boof! The wand stopped vibrating! I peeled my eyes opened and looked at it, only to find Drogon’s fang prints on the head of the wand. I looked up at the socket to find the charger pulled out.

“Come, have a seat. Your energy is feeling way off today.” She gestured to a chair that suddenly materialized in front of a nice iron-framed, solid oak desk. She sat in a black spoon-back highchair with a buttoned backrest and scrolled arms. Behind her sat her family’s altar table covered with spells, candles, and other assortments of wiccan magicks.

I ask when they've finished tying me up. "So you don't knock it backwards when you're squirming," Nathan answers with a smirk. Nathan sits on the bed behind me, his leather clad legs on both sides of the chair so he has access to me with the wand. It's plugged into the wall and Nathan turns it on. I see why it's called a violet wand, it's got purple electricity going up through the middle which looks so pretty. Marcus dims the lights and stands in front of my with his arms across his chest.

On the contrary, it’s the best chair I’ve ever sat in. “Ladies, I may never leave this chair again. And if my baby’s bed is anything like this chair, I may just have to decorate the entire forest with colored lights.” “Oooooooh!” They say, bouncing in the air and clapping their hands. “Thank you, Lady Maeve!” “We’ll have the rest when you return next week.” “We’re so glad you like it.” They start to flit away. “Wait!” I say, pulling my magic into my hands.

It was a robotic chair that drove itself, and she wondered how much it cost to own one of those. The chair's wheels rolled smoothly on the floor and were moving in her direction. "Get out of my way," Jayden grunted, leaning onto the chair like it was a bed or a sofa, raising his towel-covered head to glare at her. "You can't go yet, Mr. Stanley." She voiced, almost pleading, and grasped hold of the armrests thinking that would stop the chair. But instead, the chair tilted more and Maria was propelled backward until she fell on her behind with an embarrassing thud.

I find myself staring at a stuffed animal the size of a golden retriever occupying the visitor's chair. The rest of the office matches the theme. There’s a changing mat on the mahogany side table. A bottle warmer plugged into the wall behind the desk. A pink muslin cloth draped over the arm of what I happen to know is a sixteen-thousand-dollar Eames chair. A travel cot wedged between the bookcase and the window, currently empty. The occupant of the travel cot is in Chase Warren's arms. Chase is standing behind his desk in a suit that probably cost as much as my office building, swaying slightly from side to side, holding a small pink bundle against his shoulder.

Neil offered earnestly. "This chair was made using magic," Maria replied. "Does it have to be magic? Can I learn magic quickly enough?" Neil's innocent look as he glanced at Ethan and Lisa made them stifle their laughter. "Haven't you wondered why a human like you could break a magic chair?" Maria asked. "Was I too rough? Too heavy?" Neil guessed. "With your skinny frame? You weigh about as much as six bags of rice?" she scoffed. "Five and a half bags," I muttered from behind, but she heard me.

The little r****h heads nodded and moved away, exposing a huge adult-size chair. An actual adult-size chair!! It looked behemoth in between those small pink and blue children’s chairs…. “I-its mine….” “yes~ we figured that we have to pay you back for Helping us. We all collected our own pocket money and got this for you,” Chu Gan cheekily smirked.

I didn’t have time to analyze it because Wyatt walked into the room. “Lets get this party started then, shall we?” Wyatt said with a look on his face I hope I never see again. Looking at the rouges, they were ass naked and tied to metal chairs. “The chairs are made of pure silver” Maverick said with a smirk “Ouch” I said dragging the word out. “Can we not hear what they are saying” Maverick reached over and pressed a button on the wall and voices and screams filled the room. “I wasn’t sure if you could handle it” Maverick said smirking