The Human Chair Novels & Stories

It was so obvious that Madeline was squirming in her seat,' Daniel thought, not even bothering to roll his eyes. His brain was already racing through a list of things in the streaming room that needed an upgrade. He was a gold-medal assistant, after all, and spotting those details came with the territory. … Madeline was halfway through her lunch when a bunch of new stuff was carted in. The delivery guy announced, "Behold, the Gibson Group's latest brainchild, the smart office chair. It's like a personal throne that adapts to whoever sits in it, complete with massage and recline features for those power naps.

Heavy chains dangled from the ceiling, and various whips, paddles, and accessories were meticulously arranged on glass shelves. I continued to explore cautiously, my eyes scanning every corner as my body seemed frozen with shock and a fascination I couldn’t suppress. At the far end of the room, there was a high chair, almost like a throne, covered in black leather with metal details that gleamed in the dim light. It was the seat of someone in command. Masato’s throne. My mind was racing in all directions. Masato had been strict with me, but I had never imagined he could be this... extreme. And worst of all, part of me felt a sick curiosity, an excitement mixed with fear.

I snorted, satisfied that I had won. As I started to walk away to inspect the room I was trapped in, I stopped and heard double the thuds. Turning to glance over my shoulder, my eyes widened in horror. “OH FUCK, IT’S A HYDRA CHAIR!!” I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me.

In a room in the house, Chairman Tesla was seen sitting on a chair reading something on the table in his work room and heard the sound of the door opening immediately, Chairman Tesla's gaze looked towards the entrance to his office. "GREEK" The sound of the Tesla Chair's office door that was heard being opened from outside then the Tesla Chair realized it and said ; "Who's there ? Is that you Liem ? You have returned?" The Tesla Chairman said that he thought it was Liem who came and when he wanted to get up from sitting on his chair suddenly the two people were already in the Tesla chairman's work room right behind the chair that was occupied by the Tesla Chair. It seemed that one of the han

There was a magazine rack in the West Village townhouse. It stood in the corner of the living room beside the reading chair that was Alexander's — the one he'd had since the penthouse, the only piece of furniture from the penthouse that had made the move in its identical form, because some chairs were simply the right chair and you did not replace them. The chair had been with him through the penthouse years, through the Dom years before that, through the long stretch of his life when the chair had been the only thing in his apartment that wasn't strictly functional. It was leather, worn in the specific places where his body had worn it, the arms softened by years of elbows, the seat cushion

Right next to his large bed sat a particular chair. I wasn't naive. I knew exactly what that chair was; it was all over the internet. It was a tantra chair. Good grief. My face turned beet red. I hadn't seen this chair the last time I was in his room. Heaven help me, my man was truly a pervert. He could actually go this far. He definitely had plans for me, which is why he bought that chair. If I hadn't seen it today, I wouldn't have known what kind of trap I was walking into.

"I want to hear the reasons, why you did not confront me about my identity. Well, I am just curious about all of your reasons. Just tell me, what is all on your minds." She made her way towards the room where the extra chairs are stored and brought five chairs from it. Lisha is such a strong woman, even having a slim build like that of Victoria's Secret model has. She separated the monobloc chairs from its stacking pile and made a circle of chairs from that pile. She sat on it and called Aaron to sit beside her.

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.

Artemis Demonté'. Two leather swivel chairs sat in front of the table and opposite it was a man with curly black hair Permed to the back. His hair sat on his shoulders as he sat buried in his work. His face never lifted from the company as he remained furiously typing. A black blazer was hung on the chair he was sitting on.

I unpacked my notebooks and placed my white ceramic coffee mug next to the keyboard. I looked down at the black leather office chair pushed underneath the wooden desk. The expensive chair was specifically designed for a heavy person. The seat was incredibly wide, and the thick bottom cushion offered maximum physical support to accommodate my wide hips and my heavy thighs. I realized instantly that Maximilian had specifically ordered a wide chair so I would never feel squeezed or uncomfortable while sitting in his office. I pulled the wide leather chair backward and sat down. The thick cushion perfectly supported my heavy curves. I reached forward and pressed the power button on my new comput