The Chair of Four Pleasures



I arrived early at the headquarters of Passionella, one of the UK’s leading lingerie fashion houses based in Mayfair, London, England. I was there for my training session and Charlotte the Marketing and Training Manager was already waiting for me in reception. As instructed, I had dressed simply as, in Charlotte's words, 'everything you need will be provided'. I hadn't seen Charlotte in ages and we kissed each other’s cheeks like old friends. We sat down over a coffee and I brought her up to date on my ‘mystery shopper’ visits, even though she saw all of my reports.



Charlotte led me into the Silver private room and locked the door. She also slipped a latch across on the small door opposite, which I now knew led to private staircase used exclusively by Linda the president of Passionella UK. She reminded me why I was there and immediately started to explain the technical features of the Chair of Four Pleasures to me.



But I couldn't keep my eyes off Charlotte. Despite being very slim, with small 32A breasts hardly discernible under her loose clothes, I found her irresistible. The memories of my 'aptitude test' when I first joined Passionella flooded back and I wanted to see her slight body naked again.



Interrupting, I asked her why Linda calls it the ‘chair of four pleasures’.



"Rather than tell you, I suggest I demonstrate," she proposed. What a terrific idea.



"The first pleasure is the pleasure you can give to yourself, Charlotte explained. "These chairs are designed to provide every possible position for rewarding and exciting masturbation. Some clients like to lock themselves away alone and explore their own sensuality in private. Here, settle back and I'll show you."



I sat back in the chair and Charlotte pressed some buttons on the remote. The chair reclined and lifted my legs a little; it was supremely comfortable. Charlotte stepped towards me, continuing: "You won't appreciate the full benefit dressed like that”, upon which she unbuttoned my top, helping me to slip it off my shoulders. Then, raising the leg-rests so my bum was off the seat, she unzipped my jeans and pulled them down over my thighs and off over my ankle-boots. I lay back in my leopard-print bra and panties and Charlotte adjusted the chair some more, explaining which controls affected which element of the chair. She raised my legs high and wide apart and, without asking, secured some soft cuffs around my ankles. "Your legs won't get tired", she explained.



"Go on, try it," she encouraged. Try what? Give myself pleasure? I had to admit, the position was highly conducive to finger-frigging so I ran my fingertip over my pussy mound, concealed as it was by my sheer Linda-esque leopard-print panties. I shuddered as I ran my nails over my clit. I'd suppressed my desires for most of the week but now I was ready to let go. The whole atmosphere was just right for sex; the room, the chair, and Charlotte. She made warm noises of encouragement. "See, isn't it just perfect?"



I had to agree, but was not ready to come just yet.



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