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Ever since she’d discovered her partner’s submissive side, Isabelle had really gotten into the bdsm lifestyle. Who knew it could be so liberating? It didn’t matter if James was told to keep vibrators inside of himself during work, or be on all fours like a dog for a weekend. He completely lapped up anything she asked of him.

As an extra bonus, the house had never been cleaner. No more coming home late to cans of beer on the floor, or oozing rubbish bags. James was a good little toy now. Oops. Boyfriend, Isabelle reminded herself with a smile. Although, now he had become her personal plaything ‘toy’ might be the right definition after all.

Isabelle chuckled to herself while settling into her new favourite chair. It had this wonderful vibration function that did wonders for the lower back. She was just closing her eyes, when the doorbell rang.

“Urgh.” She looked across at James, who was with her in the living room, “You invite someone over?”

There was a disinterested grunt in reply that caused Isabelle to roll her eyes. “No, don’t get up. I’ll get it.”

After reaching the front-door, Isabelle peered through the peephole to see who dared interrupt her relaxation time.

It was Liam. James’ long-time best friend. He was also the one to tip Isabelle off on her boyfriend’s hobby. As much as she wanted to be alone right now, she was grateful to Liam for introducing her to this new world. Besides, with his knowledge, he might actually be useful.

She threw open the door with a smile, opening her arms ready for his hug.

“Liam! What brings you here?”

“Hey Belle, James around?” He automatically made his way to the living-room.

“You know where to find him. Coffee?”

“Yeah, cheers, thanks.” He waved a hand as he disappeared around the corner to hang-out with his mate.

Liam blinked a few times. Being a regular guest meant that he immediately noticed changes to the living-room. Everything had been moved around to allow for a new piece of furniture to be placed in-front of the TV. It practically screamed ‘bondage chair’, thanks to the shiny latex material and plump black cushions.

The corners of Liam’s lips twitched upwards, “Loving the new chair, Belle.” He called back to the kitchen.

“Oh thanks. It gives a really good massage. Test it out, if you want.”

As Liam approached the chair to give it a closer inspection, the reason for the angled cushions became strikingly clear. His friend, James, was inside the chair. Or perhaps more accurately, James was the chair.

He was currently lying on his back on top of the large base cushion. While his slightly raised arms created the arm rests, his bent legs – with a large cushion forced in-between to keep them open – made up the back-rest. James and the cushions were melded together via a latex covering. It must be impossible for James to even wiggle, he was so tightly moulded to the chair.

In fact, the only areas Liam could even see any skin was from a couple of holes around James’ nose and mouth. And the latter had been filled with a plug-gag – presumably so that it could be used when required and then plugged up so as not to drool all over the chair.

It was an impressive set-up.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Liam mumbled to himself as he swung one leg over, and snuggled back so that James’ face was forced in-between Liam’s legs, “She’s got you right where she wants you, huh mate.”

The chair made a garbled noise through the gag, but it was impossible to make out any words. Liam bit his lip. He’d forgotten how good it felt to do things like this.

A number of sliders by the side of the chair caught Liam’s attention. They were all part of different devices, attached to wires that buried themselves behind various seat cushions.

“Well, it would be rude not to.”

He pushed all the sliders to max.

The resulting noise from all the different vibrators was almost enough to mask James’ moans. Almost. And from the concentrated area of vibration on Liam’s lower back, it was clear that Isabelle had stuck most of the toys in the place that would give James a rather delicious torture.

Before Liam could get too comfortable, Isabelle reappeared with two mugs of coffee. She handed one to Liam without batting an eyelid at how her boyfriend’s voice was currently coming from between another man’s thighs.

“Sorry, you’ll have to hold it, my coffee table broke the other day.”

“Ah that’s grand, thanks. You still got it? I could try to fix it for you later.”

“Oh, would you? That’d be great.”

The mundane conversation felt wonderfully surreal. But it was impossible to ignore the different sounds coming from the chair. Liam tried to take a casual sip of his coffee, while reaching down with his free hand to unplug the gag. James’ voice became louder for the half second it took for the plug to be replaced by the growing bulge in Liam’s trousers.

“So you’re enjoying the chair then?” Isabelle smirked

“It’s…pretty impressive.” He tried to hide his frustration at being constantly distracted. Isabelle was starting to get in the way of his fun.

“Haha, great isn’t it. I did all the set-up myself. It was a bit of a faff actually, because…”

As Isabelle rattled on about how she’d made everything work, Liam found his mind drifting off. Other than how aroused this was making him, the vibration was actually super relating. Now that he thought about it, the idea of falling asleep while James’ was being forced into constant pleasure was kind of good. Isabelle was so busy wittering on that she probably won’t notice him sleep. Just for five minutes.

By the time Liam opened his eyes, he was no longer sitting on the chair. At first he thought he’d slipped off at some point, as that would explain why he was currently on the floor. Yet when he tried to get up from his position on all fours, he found that he couldn’t move. He blinked. There were shackles on his wrists and ankles that were all attached by thick metal bars, with an extra one running through the centre to stop him from crawling.

“What the hell?”

There was also a weight on his back. Trying to shift it off did nothing. The weight simply moved with the tiny amount of wiggle room that Liam had been allowed. Turning his neck slightly, he was able to see that a table top had been attached to his shoulders (and presumably his legs and chest) via thick straps. Looking down at as much of his body as he could see also revealed that he was also now wearing a black latex suit.

“Oh Liam, you’re awake.” Isabelle’s voice chimed from above him. “You don’t know how happy I was when you offered to fix my coffee table.”

“This isn’t what I meant, and you know it.” He growled.

“Don’t be such a wet blanket. James already told me you were a Switch. Besides,” She paused to smile, “it would be a shame to waste my hard work.”

“What are you talking about? Get me out of this.”

Isabelle knelt down so her face was in-line with Liam’s. “This table is extendable! Look look.”

She held up an extra small piece of table top. There were a number of straps and hooks that presumably fixed onto other parts of the apparatus Liam was fixed into. His eyes fixed on a long dildo gag that poked out from the bottom.

He opened his mouth to protest at the same time as Isabelle excitably exclaimed, “Let me show you how it works.” And the length of the gag was slipped into his gapping mouth. It was thick, rubbery, and long enough to hit the opening of his throat.

“Ooo ‘itch, ‘ake it oov.” He garbled, but Isabelle was too busy humming happily to herself while she strapped everything in place.

“What’s great is how it can be extended even further.”

A new piece of table was shoved in-front of Liam’s face, long enough for him to take in that instead of a mouth gag this one had a thick anal plug.

“’on’ oo air!” he moaned desperately. But he knew it was pointless. Isabelle was already moving around the back, to finish setting up her full-length table.

She didn’t give him any warning. His eyes rolled back, and long grunts escaped through the gag, as he felt the plug suddenly push inside of him.

“Hmm, maybe that slid in a bit easily,” he vaguely heard Isabelle mumble, “No matter, it can always be changed for a bigger one. Gotta keep my furniture in good working order, right.” She patted the top of the table. Then Liam’s eyes rolled back again as vibrations pulsed through his body. All he could do now was listen to his own moans.

Isabelle was finally able to sit back own on her chair. Making her new table had been pretty exhausting, but at least she finally had somewhere to put her coffee, and magazines.

She took the plug out of James’ mouth, lay back, slid the vibrations to max, and put her feet up on the table. It was time for a well-deserved rest.