ateasingdiary: femsubdenial: After greeting his guests, he escorted her through the kitchen into the
ateasingdiary: femsubdenial: After greeting his guests, he escorted her through the kitchen into the small ballroom. There were thirty or so chairs facing a small stage where the benefit auction would be held. All identical. He told her “Ohh.. something’s wrong with that one…. Bring that center chair in the first row to me, would you please?” as he walked over to a closet and unlocked it. She knew better than to ask… this was one of his surprises, and her questions would only be answered with one of his infuriating evil smiles. She brought the requested chair, and he put it in the closet, instead giving her a new one that looked the same looked the same. “Thank you, my dear. Put this one in it’s place and sit in it, would you please? Front and center. And hurry.” She brought the chair over and… no… oh no… she looked at him, aghast, and his damn smile pierced her, bringing fury, humiliation, and pulsing wetness. “I thought you’d appreciate the opportunity to be seated before I ushered my guests in, but either way, you will sit, pet.” and started walking to the main doors to let in his guests. “Wait! Wait!” but he didn’t break stride… he opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind him to her frantic impalement, hastily sitting and arranging her dress and composing herself as he welcomed his guests to his home and thanked them for coming. He led his friend and his date to sit right next to her, and had the nerve to ask “Darling, you seem a little flushed. Are you feeling alright?” She could have killed him, but didn’t dare leave her chair, and it suddenly she occurred to her that, without any type of restraints she was effectively trapped there until all of the guests left! She reached for her clutch, which she had set on the floor, and realized that would be a big mistake. “Ummm…” she asked the man seated next to her “My back hurts. I’m really sorry, could you please hand my purse to me?” “I am going to KILL you!” she typed into her phone. After he was done ushering people in, he got on stage and introduced the president of the charity organization and left the stage into the kitchen. Some minutes later, she received a response: “Why?? Don’t worry, I’ll be SURE to pull you to the stage to thank you for your help! Or would you like to rephrase, pet?” The thought of going up there… golden phallus left behind gleaming on the seat… her facing the audience as they noticed… and then going back down to sit on that damn thing again… This will never stop being HOT AF -- source link