Zero Gravity Chair Indoor の小説・ストーリー

My hand squeezed the armrest of the chair I was on. My uncle saw tensions were high and ran to help me to the wheelchair. I grabbed him and I took the painful steps to the wheelchair like a champ. Just as I was about to take my seat on the wheelchair I saw a slight movement by side. Sarah kicked the wheelchair’s tire slightly. The force she used was very little but it was enough to send the chair backwards by a few inches. My uncle could not stop falling and I landed hard on the ground, my head hitting the cold tiles with a thud!!!.

--- They reached the central chamber - a vaulted atrium with concentric rings of server panels spiraling upward like the ribs of a mechanical beast. In the center: a chair. Lyra stopped cold. "I've dreamed of that chair since I was ten." Mirabel cocked her head. "Looks like an execution seat." Elodie pointed at the base. "No wires. No restraints. It's neural interface. It was made for her." Xavier pulled Bella gently aside. "I don't like this." "She's the only one who can do it," Bella said quietly. "She deserves to know what's inside."

Bianca’s POV I sat on the sofa, giggling with Charles and enjoying his company. It was different and I felt indulged. A table caught my eyes: it was a modern black L-shaped executive desk swivel chair adhesive height office chair. It was stunning and exquisite, just like a dark night in the middle of the night covered in darkness and solitude. I couldn't help but think of Charles. It would be good to change the office, it contradicted his personality: It gave off a boring and disdaining personality.

I nodded, “I can see that. Thank you. Does this style have an option with armrests, or removable armrests?” Kai held up one finger, smiling, “One moment.” He searched in the leather bag that he brought with him and pulled out two armrests. He put the armrests on the chair and smiled, “See? It is more versatile than it looks. The platform also comes off to replace with footrests, if you need a smaller profile in front.”

My eyes settled on the chair in the center of the room and my blood ran cold. It didn't look like a normal chair. Heavy metal restraints dangled from the armrests and legs, thick leather straps hung loose, and clusters of wires snaked across the frame like veins, connecting to a humming machine behind it. The seat looked unforgiving, with small metal nodes embedded where a person’s back and thighs would press. It screamed deliberate cruelty and wickedness. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but every instinct screamed that it was built to break bodies and minds.

He gestured to one of the large leather sofas and tossed Noah a remote. Noah caught it and frowned. "This doesn’t look like a TV remote." "That’s for the seat," Sterling said dryly, tossing him another. "That’s for the TV." Noah laughed and hit the button. The seat immediately reclined back. "It’s a recliner?" "Massages too," Sterling said. Noah pressed another button experimentally, and a low mechanical hum started up under him. The seat kneaded into his back. "Jesus Christ," Noah groaned, sinking into it like he hadn’t slept in years.

“Sit.” I take a deep breath as I lower myself into the chair he led me to. It’s a wood-framed chair that’s slightly reclined, a pillowy black cushion that I sink down into stretched across the surface. There are strange leather loops protruding from the wood at the top of the chair and it’s immediately clear the entire thing was built for one very specific purpose. “Arms up over your head, little wolf.” His command is a deep rumble that sends a frisson of pleasure straight to my clit.

At the same time, the swing would be difficult to install into her ceiling. London did like the fuck machine as it was called. However, she didn’t know how she wanted to install it. There was a type of chair that didn’t have a proper seat. It was made from two separate planks with a huge gap in between. Supposedly each side was meant for legs to be spread and bound. The in-between was where the fuck machine should fit. The name for such a chair was known as “Queening Chair”. What a befitting theme!

She was strapped into the port-side acceleration seat, her hands resting on the brass levers of the ballast controls. "Kinetic battery is engaged," Cord grunted from the starboard seat. The old master’s massive frame barely fit in the curved chair. The glowing blue tectonic crystal housed behind him was already humming, feeding off the ambient vibration of the high-altitude wind outside. I sat in the center. The Architect's chair.

It was designed to allow a woman, on a second intersecting chair, to recline while impaled. The woman's bench was suspended from above to give freedom of movement, it was a little like some sort of a science-fiction amusement ride. Her bench supported the upper half of her body, then like an inverted "Y" the lower section split to support each of her legs. On each side were fittings somewhat like stirrups; they included slots that fit and held Li's extended heels so she was secure in her shoes, which were strapped on. The shoes and gravity were the only things keeping her on, a belt and shoulder straps were available because some state-employed idiot safety inspector said so, but we did not