Magic Wand Chair Novels & Stories

This was the table of judgment. Blake remembered that this all started with him sitting on the House Leader’s Chair, still looking more like a throne than a chair. It’s high backing and seat, with a leather cushion and wooden sculptures on each end—one of an Eastern Dragon and the other of a Phoenix, both looking about to rise from the back. The arms are carved, connecting each animal using its tail. The legs were cut in the likeness of the legs of the two animals. If it weren’t for this chair, his life would have been more mundane than what it is today, and he would be none the wiser of a world of cultivation within this world.

He stops, his hand still holding the wand in place, his other hand unstrapping mine. "Hold please Kitten." Nodding I hold the wand, my legs trying to close as the orgasm rises, his hand grabs the collar and wraps it around my neck, the lead clicking on. His hand twisting around it and pulling, moaning I feel the wetness grow between my legs. His hand grabs a candle, I watch as he lights it, the wax dripping down onto my breast, down to my stomach, moaning grip the chair as my head falls backwards and the orgasm travels through me, every inch of my body burning from desire as I struggle to keep hold of the wand.