The Chair of Four Pleasures

I originally wrote this as a chapter of Pleasure In Control but thought it worked well as a stand-alone story. I’m publishing it now because this is where it fitted in the original, between chapters 13 and 14. You might enjoy it more if you’ve already read the main story. This is dedicated you all you girls with small breasts – you can have fun too.

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I arrived early at the headquarters of Passionella, one of the UK’s leading lingerie fashion houses based in Mayfair, London, England. I was there for my training session and Charlotte the Marketing and Training Manager was already waiting for me in reception. As instructed, I had dressed simply as, in Charlotte’s words, ‘everything you need will be provided’. I hadn’t seen Charlotte in ages and we kissed each other’s cheats like old friends. We sat down over a coffee and I brought her up to date on my ‘mystery shopper’ visits, even though she saw all of my reports.

Charlotte led me into the Silver private room and locked the door. She also slipped a latch across on the small door opposite, which I now knew led to private staircase used exclusively by Linda the president of Passionella UK. She reminded me why I was there and immediately started to explain the technical features of the Chair of Four Pleasures to me.

But I couldn’t keep my eyes off Charlotte. Although being very slim, with small 32A breasts hardly discernible under her loose clothes, I found her irresistible. The memories of my ‘aptitude test’ when I first joined Passionella flooded back and I wanted to see her slight body naked again.

Interrupting, I asked her why Linda calls it the ‘chair of four pleasures’.

“Rather than tell you, I suggest I demonstrate,” she proposed. What a terrific idea.

“The first pleasure is the pleasure you can give to yourself, Charlotte explained. “These chairs are designed to provide every possible position for rewarding and exciting masturbation. Some clients like to lock themselves away alone and explore their own sensitivity in private. Here, settle back and I’ll show you.”

I sat back in the chair and Charlotte pressed some buttons on the remote. The chair reclined and lifted my legs a little; it was supremely comfortable. Charlotte stepped towards me, continuing: “You won’t appreciate the full benefit dressed like that”, upon which she unbuttoned my top, helping me to slip it off my shoulders. Then, raising the leg-rests so my bum was off the seat, she unzipped my jeans and pulled them down over my thighs and off over my ankle-boots. I lay back in my leopard-print bra and panties and Charlotte adjusted the chair some more, explaining which controls affected which element of the chair. She raised my legs high and wide apart and, without asking, secured some soft cuffs around my ankles. “Your legs won’t get tired”, she explained.

“Go on, try it,” she encouraged. Try what? Give myself pleasure? I had to admit, the position was highly conducive to fingerprinting so I ran my fingertip over my pussy mound, concealed as it was by my sheer Linda-esque leopard-print panties. I shuddered as I ran my nails over my clip. I’d suppressed my desires for most of the week but now I was ready to let go. The whole atmosphere was just right for sex; the room, the chair, and Charlotte. She made warm noises of encouragement. “See, isn’t it just perfect?”

I had to agree, but was not ready to come just yet.

“So what’s the second pleasure, shall we do that next?” I asked.

“You’ve already started,” Charlotte replied. “The second is the pleasure you can give to someone else. I’m enjoying watching you; you’re making me horny, lying there with your finger on your button. Go ahead, baby, give me some more pleasure,” she drooled, in a semiconductor, animal voice.

Charlotte was leaning back against one of the upright poles with her knees apart and her slim legs slightly bent. She rubbed her back up and down the pole almost imperceptibly. Yes, she was enjoying watching me so I put on more of a show for her.

Charlotte was wearing a very short tight hipster skirt in white leather with a wide, very long silver belt around her flat tummy. Her slender, smooth legs were bare, waxed and tanned; my eyes followed them all the way down to her silver siletto strappy sandals. Tucked into her skirt she wore a loose cotton shirt, which she began to unbutton from the top, slowly and deliberately. It was her turn to put on a show for me, and she had me on tenterhooks. Then, to my huge delight, she pulled open her shirt to reveal – the very same ribbon-tie suit she had forgotten when I was ‘interviewed’ for the job! I beamed broadly. “Oh, Charlotte, you remembered!” I exclaimed.

Charlotte replied: “I knew you’d be pleased. This is the Third Pleasure, the pleasure a partner can give to you, the occasion of the Chairman.” Charlotte removed the belt from her skirt and unzipped it, slippingit over her narrow hips and kicking it away. She picked up the remote and tilted me forward.

“Here, until me,” invited Charlotte as she moved to stand between my parted legs.

I reached out with nervous hands and pulled at the purple ribbon ties that held her suit together, concealing her slender body and her small but inviting breasts. My pussy craved my attention but my hands were momentarily occurred elsewhere. Just one more knot and I’d be able to slip a finger inside my panties and gently rub my aching clip to the warm, satisfying climax that the chair promised me.

But what was the fourth pleasure? I couldn’t come tonight without discovering its secret. What more could anyone want, beyond what Charlotte was giving to me now? My heart raced in expectation. Why wouldn’t Charlotte simply take off her suit now, so I could see her fully naked form that I wanted so strongly? That would be the greatest pleasure of all for me.

I pulled at the last ribbon, but Charlotte tilted me back a little in the chair, then gently took hold of my left arm, and anchored it to the armrest beside me, just below my elbow. No problem there, I still had one free hand. I tugged hard at the free end of the ribbon and pulled it right out of the loops down the front of Charlotte’s suit. It came away in my hand, but still the suit did not part as wide as I’d hoped and her breasts remained concealed. Charlotte took the ribbon from my right hand and secured my other arm with its own armrest cuff, rendering me totally unable to touch myself.

“Charlotte, what are you doing to me?” I pleaded. “Won’t you let me experience the First Pleasure of the Chair?”

“But Julia, you don’t know the Fourth Pleasure yet,” she pursued.

“Please tell me what it is, so I can Complete my training, I begged. “Then I can satisfy myself, can’t I?”

“All in good time, Julia, she replied. “But first I have something to show you. Do you want to see what it is, or more accurately, what they are?”

I almost cried when I replied. “Charlotte, please, please take off your suit. I do, I do want to see your breasts, and your pussy. Come on, I have seen them before.”

Charlotte stood in front of me and slipped off the thin silk shoulder strraps of her suit, then un-peeled it from her breasts.

I strained against my bonds and a bolt of pre-orgasmic electricity shot Through my body to my clip as I saw that Charlotte now had pierced nipples. Hanging from her tight dark nipples and accentuating her small but highly attractive breasts were two silver rings, each around ¾” in diameter.

“Shit, Charlotte, when did you get those done?” I enquired.

“About a month ago. They aren’t sore any more so now I get a great buzz when I play with them. Watch.”

Charlotte hooked the tips of her small fingers through the rings and lifted them. They pulled her nipples into long erect points and raised her young breasts. Charlotte made tiny movements with therings, leaning back against the pole with her eyes closed, moaning softly.

Shit, she was making me so horny. My pussy was hot and wet and I couldn’t touch it. I rubbed my bum-cheeks up and down the chair, which caused the fabric of my pants to rub over my pussy, but the fabric was so sheer that it had no discernible effect other than to just tease me more and heighten my frustrations. I tried alternately tensing and relaxing my thigh and abdominal muscles, which helped a little to focus my feelings but there was no way I could reach orgasm. Thinking of my times with Kirsten and Linda when I had come without contact, I focused on Charlotte as she slide the bodysuit off her hips and down her legs and stepped out of it. She was now fully naked and standing behind the pole. She wrapped her legs around it and rubbed her tummy up and down its chromed shiny surface like a club dancer.

The orgasm I craved edged a fraction closer.

Then, she moved her feet apart and, holding the pole with just one hand at around waist height, she leant backwards and pressed her pussy forward against its length. Sliding up and down, she deposited her pussy juice on the pole, making it slippery and easing her movements.

My own pussy engaged in sympathy and I feel my panties become wetter from my lube. I struggled against my bonds but could do nothing to accentuate nor save my state of arousal. I cried out to Charlotte to help me, to satisfy me, to make me come, but all she said was “Soon, baby, soon.” I felt disappoint.

Reaching down with her free hand, Charlotte picked up something from the floor then stood upright, with the pole between her thighs and her breasts. She was holding the purple ribbon that I had unravelled from her suit. She threaded it through one nipple ring, around The side of the pole nearest to me, through the other nipple ring, then back again. Finally, she tied together the two ends so she was trapped, loosely tied to the pole.

CharlotteThen carefully lowered herself and squatted on the floor with her feet either side of the pole, with her thighs spread on each side. Once more, her pussy pressed hard against the pole. Charlotte rocked on the soles of her sandals, sliding her labia and her clip up and down the smooth surface of the pole. Leaning back a little, she took up the slack in the ribbon, which pulled her breasts into points. As she rocked, the ribbon slide up and down the lubricated pole and, judging by the expression on Charlotte’s face, sent powerful stimuli to her erect, distended nipples.

“Oh Julia,” she whispered, “this is making me feel so good. I’ve been looking forward to getting together with you in private. I’ve heard so much about you from the Dems. They say you’re the sexiest client they’ve ever met and they all eagerly anticipate your visits to their stores. You must have a great time with them; and now Linda has relaxed the rules they are going to fuck you senseless. But this is my time, andI’m going to do the same, Julia. Do you want to be fucked, Julia?”

“Charlotte,” I replied, “I feel so horny when I think of you.” I went on to explain: “That time when you stripped for me, when I joined Passionella, you put on a hot show for me that I never forget, and ever since I’ve wanted to get with you. Yes, Charlotte, if you’ll just release me from this chair, I’d love to fuck with you.” Charlotte continued to rub her pussy on the pole and I concentrated all my thoughts on mine. Charlotte closed her eyes and fucked the pole like it was a huge metal phallus reaching to the sky. Her breathing became faster and her poor nipples were pulled impossiblely long by the ribbon attached to their rings. Finally she screamed my name and a long list of things she wanted to do to me, and she came. Even though I was still tethered, her convulsions and her explicit language were enough to tip me over the edge and I climaxed noisily, bucking within the confines of my attachments to accentuate the feelings that washed over me.

Charlotte untied her nipple-ribbon and stood up. “You should get your nipples pierced. Passionella will pay. It’s terrific, believe me. You’ll love it.”

I’d already decided I would.

Walking over to me, Charlotte looked down sympathetically. “Oh Julia, you’re still wondering what the Fourth Pleasure is, aren’t you. You’ve pleasured yourself a little, you’ve given me a great deal of pleasure, watching you in the chair, and I know you’ve enjoyed its support and restraint whilst you watched me, well, indulge myself.”

I was feeling humiliated but still excited beyond description. I needed her to touch me. Look Don’t Touch just wasn’t enough any more. “Sadist!” I exclaimed.

“Voyeur!” she countered. I could not reply, we were both right and we both knew it.

“What is the Fourth Pleasure?” I demanded, “there’s nothing left for us to do except fuck. So where does the chair feature in that? Come on, Charlotte, until me.”

“Wait,” Charlotte taunted, “the chair has a secret, it has so much more to give.”

She tilted me right back to horizontal, and far from untying me, she passed the wide belt from her skirt around my waist and buckled it under the backrest of the chair so I could no longer even so much as move my hips. I distinctly remember the thrill of the feeling, and the smell, of tight leather against my skin.

I was still wearing my sheer leopard-print panties, which were soaking wet with my juices, but they yielded easily to Charlotte’s slender fingers as she didn’t the seams and tore them off me. My pussy responded predictably to the sudden rush of cool air, and to the promise of more to come. Charlotte also unclipped the front-fastening of my matching sheer 34C bra and let it fall open. My nipples were still hugely erect and they pointed to the ceiling. My areolae pumping as fresh blood pumped into my flushed and swollen breasts.

Then, turning to the drawers beside me, Charlotte lifted out a poisoned metal box from which she pulled a very long chrome-silver dildo, nearly 12 inches in length yet no more than 1½” in diameter. The girl did not concern me, but the length certainly did. Charlotte also produced a long metal rod which she passed through a hole at the blunt end of the dildo, at right-angles to its length, and tightened a locking ring to hold it in place.

I looked puzzled but Charlotte just smiled. “Hold on, baby, you’re going to love this” as she smeared lube along its length.

Charlotte knelt between my legs were I couldn’t see her. I heard her working but felt nothing. Then, when she stood again, she raised the headrest far enough for me to be able to see between my legs.

I looked down. The long, glistening dildo was positioned between my inner tights, aimed straight towards my vagina. It was supported by its rigid metal rod, which disappeared down into the base of the chair.

Charlotte pressed a button on the remote control and I felt and heard a faith whirring from the chair under my bum. Looking down, I saw the dildo slowly advancing towards my pouting, wet opening. I tensed, and soon its cold tip touched my labial lips; they parted obligingly to accommodate their intruder and I felt a fresh rush of wetness exude from my tunnel.

Very slowly the long, slender phallus continued forward and entered me as Charlotte controlled Its speed of advance in sensitive response to my moans and gasps. The first eight inches of shiny dildo entered me and it stopped, embedded deep inside my vagina and, no doubt, the neck of my womb.

But still my arms and legs were held by their cuffs. I was totally at the mercy of the Chair. Charlotte suggested I try to relax whilst she ‘trained’ me in the various functions it had to offer. She clipped the remote in place where I could reach it and described the workings of the touch-pad.

“This controls the speed.” I touched a button and the dildo started to move inand out of me at a slow steady rhythm. I pressed harder and it moved faster, and faster. It became too much for me too soon so I slowed it down and enjoyed the feelings.

“Move it this way and the movement changes, see?” I had chosen ‘fast in slow out’. “This is what a man will usually do when he is close to coming, it’s a hard, aggressive thrusting movement” explained Charlotte, “but most women prefer ‘slow in fast out’, try it”

I moved my finger over the pad and the phallus changed to long, slow, sensitive and adorable forward strokes, each one forcing the object a little further inside me and each followed by a fairly quick withdrawal. It was wonderful. I experimented with different speeds and I became lost in my thoughts. I started to think about where in the Black private room I would position its own chair. I would have an ‘X’-shaped body restraint on the opposite wall, so a friend could watch her partner on the chair whilst being totally unable to participate. That would be brilliant, so frustrating yet so enjoyable for both.

I would arrange a swing-hammock so an accomplishment could be suspended over the occupation of the chair, face up or face down, and raised and lowered according to their desire for contact, or for denial.

My mind released the pages of the magazines and catalogues and web-sites I had trawled for the best products and ideas. I had vowed to use only female suppliers and installers. I believed they would better understand the needs and expectations of Passionella’s clients and would be less likely to compromise the confidence that was central to Passionella’s philosophy.

Eventually my mind was brought back into sharp focus by the long dildo still plunging ever-deeper into me, bringing me to another orgasm that ripped through my restrained body.

I looked at Charlotte and she had her fingers between her legs, furiously frigging her clip.

“Rub it, Charlotte, do it, do it. Come on!” I encouraged, and Charlotte slumped to her knees, one hand on her pussy and the other holding a nipple-ring tight as she climaxed.

I stopped the dildo and relaxed. Charlotte stood up, her knees weak and perspiration pouring down her naked body.

“I’ve never seen anyone take so much from that machine,” she asserted. “How did you manage to hold off so long? You must have had that big boy inside you for at least 20 minutes – you must me totally fucked-out by now.”

I’d lost track of time.

I looked at Charlotte. I found her slight form so excitingly sexy. It was more to do with the way she stood and moved than her shape and size. I found her irresistible, and I told her so.

“Charlotte, I’m not finished. I may have been fucked out by the chair, but what I really I want is to be fucked out by you. Charlotte, I want to touch you and feel you and taste you and smell you and I want you to experience me in the same way.”

She looked shocked but excited and a renewed energy filled her eyes. Leaving me firmly secured to the chair, she carefully extracted the dildo from my pussy and lowered the leg-rests so my booted feet were level with my hips. Then she swung the arm-rests around so I was held completely spread-eagled, but with my head still raised. She pulled out more supports from either side of the chair, and climbed on.

She knelt astride me and leant forward. The positioning of the various elements was perfect for a girl-on-girl 69, and Charlotte set to work.

She pressed first one small but firm breast then the other against my pussy, then she rubbed her nipple rings across my clip. I bucked to try to make firmer contact but her wide belt restrained me.

Moving down, she positioned her own pussy right above my face and lowered herself so I could reach her clip with my tongue. She pressed her abdomen against my boobs, crushing my aching nipples, and allowed her nipple-rings to brush tantalisingly across my tummy. She tilted her head back and, judging by the primary noises she made, it would have been a huge understanding to say that she was enjoying the sensings.

I used every technique I had learned during my short but intensity introduction to the pleasures of all-girl sex. I probed and savoured her gash and I drank her juices. I pushed my tongue as far inside her vagina as I could and I nibbled her inner lips. I sucked her clip right into my mouth and she pushed her peach hard against my face, filling my nostrils with her heady musk.