Hey, is this seat taken? What seat, you say? Why, you of course! Oh? You're not a chair, you say? I beg to differ. If you weren't a chair, you'd put up much more of a fight! This so-called "resistance" as I wrestle you to your hands and knees just confirms that you always wanted this, honestly. You're not even trying to hide the arousal and need in your voice as you feeble protest.

If you *really* didn't want to be my chair, you'd put up a *real* struggle as I force your limbs into position, duct taping them in place so that they're completely rigid and immobile, useless for anything except as serving as the legs of a chair. Think about it this way: if you didn't secretly want to be forced to be my chair, why did you moan when I sat down? Come, now...don't try to deny it. We both heard it. Saying that I'm "making it up" is simply nonsense. Your continued protests are clear proof you want it rough.

After all, chairs don't talk. But you know that. So the fact you're still making noise is a sign you want me to be even rougher...and the moans you make under the layers of duct tape are proof that this is what you wanted all along. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to sit for a while and catch my breath. After all, I have some furniture to haul to the car. It's not much, just a chair...but I have a long few weeks of work ahead of me.

It's a perfectly serviceable piece...but what it really needs is a complete overhaul. New legs, new cushion, new paint...I'm going to have to practically rebuild it. Not to worry, though...restoring furniture is one of my hobbies. I can already tell I'm going to have a lot of fun with this one...

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