u/travi-ja

 

I’ve always been kind of shy about how big my boobs are for my frame, especially around my guy friends. I usually wear hoodies or baggy tees when we hang out, but this one night it was hot as hell and I was just in a crop top and shorts at my friend’s apartment. It was just me and him, chilling, watching the show, nothing crazy.

At some point we were fighting over the remote and I kind of rolled over him to grab it and boom. My top shifted just enough for a whole lot of cleavage to show. He froze. Like literally just stared. I laughed it off and was like, “Dude, chill,” but he just looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I had no idea you were hiding those.”

I blushed so hard but didn’t move away. I was kind of enjoying the attention. He reached out, super slow, like he was waiting for me to stop him... and I didn’t. Next thing I knew, his hands were on my boobs, squeezing gently, and I was letting out this embarrassingly soft moan.

We didn’t even kiss at first he was just totally obsessed with them. Like a kid discovering his favorite toy. He kept saying things like “They’re so soft,” “I’ve always wondered what you were hiding under those hoodies,” and honestly? I loved every second of it.

Let’s just say... we totally got side tract, and he definitely discovered a lot more that night.

The world had gone completely black and silent.

A thick, padded leather hood covered her entire head, laced tightly at the back. Built-in ear plugs blocked out almost all sound, leaving only the heavy thud of her own heartbeat. A thick gag filled her mouth, and a blindfold was layered beneath the hood for extra security. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t hear. She could barely move.

She was no longer Emma.

She was furniture.

Her naked body was bent into a perfect human table. Her knees and forearms rested on thick padded supports, holding her steady on all fours. A rigid metal frame kept her back perfectly flat and level. Heavy leather straps locked around her thighs, waist, and upper back ensured she couldn’t shift even an inch. Her breasts hung down between her arms, nipples clamped with small weighted bells that tugged gently with every tiny tremble.

Sir had been using her for nearly an hour now.

She felt the occasional brush of his leg against her side as he sat on the couch, using her back as a coffee table. The weight of his laptop rested between her shoulder blades. A cold glass of whiskey sat on her lower back, the condensation slowly dripping down her skin.

To him, she was simply an object — a piece of furniture that breathed.

Every so often, he would set his glass down and casually run his hand over her exposed ass like he was stroking the arm of a chair. Sometimes he tapped her plugged hole with a finger, or gave her dangling breasts a light slap just to watch them sway. Never words of affection. Never checking in. Just casual use.

Emma’s mind floated in the deep, humiliating subspace that only total objectification could bring. She had no name here. No voice. No purpose except to exist as something useful for him. Her dripping pussy clenched around nothing, aching with desperate, ignored arousal.

She felt him shift. The laptop was lifted off her back. Then came the familiar weight of his socked feet as he propped them up on her ass, using her as a footrest. The pressure pushed her firmly downward, forcing her to hold his weight perfectly still.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours in her sensory-deprived state.

She had become exactly what he wanted: a silent, obedient piece of furniture. A warm, living object for his convenience and amusement. Her only job was to stay perfectly still while her body was used.

After a long while, she felt the weight of his feet leave her. A hand patted her ass twice — the signal. Slowly, the hood was unlaced and pulled away.

Sir crouched in front of her flushed, sweaty face, gently brushing damp hair from her eyes.

“You made an excellent table tonight,” he said softly, a hint of pride in his voice. “My perfect little forniphilia toy. How do you feel, furniture?”

Emma’s voice was hoarse and trembling as she answered:

“Useful, Sir… Thank you for using me.”

The rain poured down in heavy sheets, soaking through every layer of clothing and turning the city sidewalk into a glistening mirror. Late evening traffic hissed past on the wet street while pedestrians hurried by with umbrellas, casting curious or shocked glances at the scene unfolding near the entrance of the upscale downtown plaza.

Lila knelt on the cold, hard concrete, completely naked except for the thick black leather collar locked around her neck and the matching cuffs on her wrists. Her hands were clasped behind her back, fingers interlaced tightly as Master had ordered. Rainwater streamed down her face, plastering her long dark hair to her skin and running in rivulets between her bare breasts. Her nipples were painfully hard from the cold and the overwhelming shame.

"Please, Master..." she whispered at first, then forced her voice louder when he raised an eyebrow. "Please let me come inside. I'm begging you."

Master stood over her, dry under a large black umbrella, dressed in a tailored suit. He looked down at his collared submissive with calm amusement, occasionally checking his watch as if they had all the time in the world.

"Louder, pet. The people walking by need to hear how desperate you are."

Lila’s cheeks burned with humiliation even as another shiver ran through her body. A young couple under an umbrella slowed down, staring openly. A group of businessmen further down the sidewalk had stopped to watch.

"I’m your worthless little slut, Master!" she cried out, her voice cracking. Rainwater dripped from her chin as she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Please let your pathetic slave come out of the rain. I’ll do anything. I’ll crawl. I’ll kiss your shoes right here. Just please… I’m so cold and everyone is watching me…"

Master reached down and stroked her wet hair almost tenderly before gripping it tightly, tilting her head back further.

"You begged to be allowed out in public like this, didn’t you?" he reminded her, loud enough for nearby strangers to hear. "You said you wanted to prove what a good fucktoy you are. Now you’re kneeling naked in the rain like a disobedient dog and still complaining?"

A car slowed down. Someone whistled. Lila whimpered, thighs pressing together as fresh arousal mixed with the rain between her legs.

"I’m sorry, Master! I’m so sorry," she sobbed, voice growing hoarse. "I’ll be better. I’ll spread my legs wider so they can see how wet my cunt is for you. Please… I’ll suck your cock right here on the sidewalk if you want. Just let me out of the rain. I’m begging you on my knees!"

Master smiled darkly and tapped her cheek lightly with two fingers.

"Spread your knees wider and push your tits out. Let them all see what belongs to me."

Lila obeyed instantly, sliding her knees apart on the rough concrete until she was fully exposed. Raindrops landed on her swollen clit, making her gasp. More people were watching now some recording on their phones, others simply staring in disbelief.

Master waited, clearly enjoying her growing desperation as she trembled and whimpered under the downpour.

"Please, Master… I’ll be your perfect slave. Use me however you want. Humiliate me more. Just don’t leave me here like this… I’m begging you with everything I have!"

He finally stepped closer, letting the edge of the umbrella shield her just slightly.

"Good girl. Now tell everyone here whose property you are… and maybe just maybe I’ll let you crawl after me back to the car."