A Love-Hate Affair with the Dining Room Throne

I own this chair. It intimidates me. It’s like a moth to an open flame. I have a love-hate relationship with it (in fact, I’ve got four of those cursed items). They look like wrought iron dining chairs. My body fits perfectly for being totally—yes, completely—trapped in these chairs while sitting down. My arms get pulled back in such a strange way that my thoughts just fly away from my head. It also causes significant pain right under the biceps. The only issue is there’s no easy escape. I need someone to help me out of it. After about seven minutes, my arms start changing color. They weren’t cheap, or I’d toss them out entirely, but they coordinate well with my china cabinet and dining table. I know my wife’s schedule quite well;-)

I never realized the torment that these dining room chairs would bring me. Image

I hauled one of the chairs into my bedroom, planning for a straightforward chair tie-down. I intended to secure my legs, thighs, and knees, with arms tucked neatly behind my back but firmly held, waiting for my wife. Once it was in my room, I looked at the chair again and realized that once seated all the way back, my arms would likely fit quite tightly into those two inverted U-shaped openings at the top. I wouldn’t be able to weld myself directly onto the seat because I’d need to approach standing up, then sit back while thrusting my arms through the U loops—gently, slowly, but with some force.

I got my wrist cuffs ready and tied my ankles to the lower rungs and legs. Standing tall, I lowered my arms into the U’s. Leaning back a bit caused my back to “fold” or arch under the pressure… it felt great. My elbows slid past the bars but caught slightly on the way in; still made it through. At around the same time, my legs gave out on me regarding the “gentle lowering,” and my bottom became welded to the chair as my arms were forced up by the biceps about a quarter-inch more than I expected. I was trapped immediately and instantly aroused. I love that moment when you suddenly realize you’re in quite a predicament.

I have to admit, it felt wonderful—for four and a half minutes or so. Then my arms began tingling. I had timed myself with about 15 minutes left before my wife got home. Those were fantastic four and a half minutes. I climaxed. I’d never been held so securely in all my life.

It was roughly six minutes later when she walked in. I was in deep, deep pain and called out for her. My arms turned purple as she took off the cuffs (I had put them on after sliding my arms in, LoL!) and helped lift me up from the chair. She scolded me like a domineering figure, which I enjoyed:twisted: .

I truly believe that just those U-shaped parts of the chair could keep me locked tight. Despite the pleasure it gave me, I won’t use this chair again. Not even for a different kind of tie-down. The thing gives me chills sometimes LoL! Hope you liked reading this. Guess the moral is BE CAREFUL and if any part of a scenario seems like it will be “very snug” without a release mechanism, don’t do it alone.