I pulled Angel out of the tub and wrapped her in a large towel. As usual, she was exhausted from our session, but the chair had her in a different kind of daze. I decided to let her sleep in and recover. I would give her time before placing her in the chair again. At least until she returned to some sort of normalcy. As I laid her in her bed she leaned up to kiss me. I leaned forward to meet her lips. I stroked her face and pushed her hair out of the way. I could tell she was tired, and I let her rest.
I admired Angel's body as she breathed slowly in and out before I pulled the covers over her. I went back downstairs and cleaned up the kitchen and dining room before I went outside to clean up the play area to be used again. As I mopped and wiped everything up, I could still smell Angel's scent in the room. The smell of her sex had caused me to get aroused as I cleaned the room. I had the urge to masturbate, but decided to hold off as I had more plans for Angel and the chair.
Angel slept peacefully all night and into the next morning. She had finally woken up at eleven in the morning. I was waiting for her with breakfast ready as she walked into the dining room.
"Good morning, Sir," Angel said joyfully rubbing her eyes. "Thank you for last night. I really enjoyed it," she continued.
"You're welcome, Angel baby. There's a plate for you on the stove. Grab it and sit down, I have some things I want to talk to you about," I said.
Angel walked into the kitchen and fixed herself a glass of orange juice. Then she grabbed the plate I had made her and walked towards the dining room. A large stack of pancakes, eggs, hashbrowns, grits, bacon, and biscuits. I stood up and walked over to pull her chair out so she could sit. After I pushed her chair in I returned to my seat and she began eating. I watched as Angel ate to regain her strength from last night's activities. At times I always wondered how smaller women could eat so much, it always amazed me watching them put away as much food as someone who weighed two or even three times as much.
Angel finished her plate and got up to go back for another helping. She filled her plate again and sat back down. I could sense she wanted to say something, but she just kept her head down and continued eating. I wanted to know what she was thinking, what was going through her head after last night, and how she was processing it.
"Angel?" I said aloud.
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Why aren't you looking at me? What are you thinking about?" I asked.
Angel kept her head down and continued eating. She must have had a lot going through her head. Normally she's always so eager to talk after we have our sessions. Or when we add a new element to our playtime. But something was on her mind.
"Angel, what are you thinking about?" I asked again.
She slowly raised her head and had a blank stare on her face. She wasn't upset, so that was a good sign. But something was on her mind.
"Sir," she finally said.
"Last night was..." she paused for a moment thinking about what to say next.
"Go on, Angel," I said.
"Last night was amazing. It was intense, overwhelming, and great at the same time. That was a new sensation I had never felt before," she belted out.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Angel, there's still more fun to be had," I replied.
"Sir, that was a different kind of experience. The pressure from the chair and the intensity I felt were unlike anything we had done before. I was exhausted when we finished. I was so lost I forgot where I was and what had happened," she continued.
"I'm... I'm sorry for the way I behaved. When I saw the chair I became mesmerized by it. But it exceeded all my expectations," she continued.
I smiled knowing the chair satisfied Angel and my intentions. Angel finished eating and put her dishes away. Normally she would clean after she ate but I still had things I wanted to discuss with her. So I called her to sit back down.
"Angel, come sit back in here. I still want to talk to you about something," I said.
Angel turned around and came back to sit at the table.
"Yes, Sir," she said unsure of what was to come.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the chair. I'm glad it was a nice addition to our play," I said.
"But, I didn't like the steps that were taken to put you in it. You know I very much dislike it when you have an attitude," I said.
"Yes, Sir, and I apologize for it...," I cut her off.
"Let me finish, Angel. I'm not upset with you. I understand why you did it. I just don't like the fact that you did what you did," I continued.
Angel put her head down. A sadness came over her knowing she disappointed me. But we had to move past that.
"Pick your head up, Angel. I'm not upset with you. I just want you to know that you need to refrain from those kinds of actions when you want something. You know that's not the way we do things in this house," I said.
Angel slowly picked her head up. She had a want in her eyes, but she was still in no condition to be put back in the chair. Even a fraction of what we did last night would render her unconscious in a few minutes. But thankfully I had other plans for the chair.
"We'll play in the chair again today but in a different way," I said to her.
A weakened smile came across Angel's face followed by a blip of enthusiasm. As excited as she was she was still too tired to be her normal animated self.
"Are you gonna put me back in the chair, Sir?" She asked with wanting eyes.
"No, Angel, you're in no condition to go back into the chair today," I said.
A sadness came across her face as I knew she wanted to experience the chair again. But another session so soon wouldn't be as enjoyable if she could only get a few minutes of use out of it.
"Someone else will be going into the chair for our playtime," I continued.
"Sir, are you going to bring in another woman?" Angel asked with a concerned look on her face.
We had involved others in our playtime before, but I had something else in mind, something a little more exciting.
"No, Angel, I'm not putting another woman in the chair. At least not until we've had a few sessions with it by ourselves," I said.
A look of joy, but confusion came over Angel's face as she was pondering who would go in the chair then.
"Sir, I don't understand. If I'm not going in the chair and another woman isn't, then who will it be?" She asked quizzically.
I let a few seconds go by before I answered her. Letting the suspense build before I revealed who would be going into the chair. I could see a yearning in Angel's eyes as she anticipated my response. When I finally revealed my answer, her mouth dropped open and her eyes went as wide as saucers.
"The person going in the chair, Angel. Is going to be...," I paused for a second, still building anticipation.
"Me," I said revealing my answer.
A look of confusion and shock overcame Angel's face. She wasn't sure what to make of what I just said. I began to explain myself to ease the tension.
"Yes, Angel, I'm going in the chair next. I will sit down down and allow you to please me orally. The vibrator will be placed against my perineum (between my balls and anus) and should provide me with a rather explosive orgasm. What do you think?" I said to her.
Angel still had a shocked look on her face. She was trying to process what I had just said to her. She always had a desire to please me so I figured why not indulge myself in some extra pleasure.
"I, I don't know what to think, Sir. You know I want to please you more than anything but," she stopped for a second.
"But what, Angel?" I asked.
"You're the one who's always in control. I don't want to take charge and mess up what we have," she responded.
"Angel, I still am in charge, and control. You're doing what I say. You will follow my instructions, as always. I'm not giving you control of anything. I'm allowing you to assist me. Is that understood?" I said firmly.