When the alarm went off, I had just returned from a run. A quick shower, I looked at myself in the mirror, a small fat fold on the waist, made me frown. Breakfast and i can go to work.
At the moment, I work as an escort of goods under the order.
In the locker room, changing clothes, I catch a quick glance of our new girl and smile cheerfully at her, making her blush. Haha, she's so cute. And this red-haired girl suits her so well.
Thinking about this, I open my mail and look at the list marked "urgent". There aren't many emails, but there is one highlighted in red.
Sighing heavily, I look at the order date, and it is, today is the fourth day. There is no point in swearing at the distribution department.
I open the order and begin to view the technical conditions and special wishes of the customer. With each line, my eyebrows rise higher. I already forget about all the words that I wanted to express to the "distributors".
I contact the warehouse and order a car and movers. The urgency of this order, the date I have very broad powers.
I put my mail in emergency mode and set the status: order ###### accepted.
While the car is being prepared, I print out and collect a package of documents. Invoices, instructions, warranty card, a postcard from the company with wishes for the client on top. I dial the number and wait for an answer. One beep, two, a pleasant female voice answers me.
- Hello, is this @missjulanni ?
I quickly and politely pronounce all the information and wait for confirmation. The girl on the other end confirms that everything is correct, she ordered the goods. We agree that I will arrive ... (A quick glance at the address, not very far away) within an hour.
Forty minutes later, the movers bring the parcel into the apartment, and I tell all the formalities to my client. A girl with a short black haircut listens to me with a big smile, attentively and without interrupting. Her elegant pantsuit contrasts very nicely with a dark blue turtleneck with a high collar hiding her neck. I would really like to see her and maybe...
I drive away these thoughts. I need to focus on my work.
I release the movers and the car and begin unpacking the goods. This is a chair. Very unusual, made to order by our engineers. It might seem strange to someone, however, it is, a shiny metal structure stands in the middle of the room, but the main part is missing, the actual seat and backrest.
- @missjulanni. In accordance with the contract and with the fact that you applied to our company for the first time, the demonstrate period for the product has been extended for you, from three days to one calendar week.
I see the question and bewilderment in her eyes.
Smiling, I take off my overalls and take out a specially made latex suit from the box.
"I'm going to need your help," I say, smiling. Seeing the mischievous lights light up in her eyes.
My dear friend, @sweetsleepdina, has written a story where she receives an order for a very specialized piece of furniture to be delivered, and I was the one who had placed that order. She personally arrives to help me set up this specially designed chair, offering herself as the main component for a one week trial. I believe this special gift of fiction deserves a longer life, so, I will add to it. And, we will see what happens from here.
"Lisa, you said your name is?"
"Yes, Miss," the now naked delivery woman answers.
"I must admit, I'm not at all used to delivery persons taking off their overalls while making a delivery. It's not like I'm in the habit of ordering pizza with a side of pussy. It's just a bit presumptuous of you, don't you think?"
Lisa bowed her head, eyes to the floor, hands folded in front of her, knees together. "I, well…"
"Am I to assume my reputation has precipitated your surprise arrival?"
"I've heard a lot of good things about you, Miss."
"And now you're hoping to disappear into the bowels of my dungeon?" Julanni cocked her head at the girl, hands on her hips.
"I didn't mean to displease you, Miss."
"Just a bit forward, I think. But, I would also think, that's a flaw that can be corrected with the proper incentives. Is that what you hope for, Lisa?"
"If that means that you'd consider me, Miss?" she looked hopefully up at her domme from her still bowed head. She stood nervous, unmoving, as the diminutive domina slowly stepped around her, inspecting this unexpected visitor. The touch of a finger on the back of a bare shoulder sent a small shiver down Lisa's spine, and she struggled inwardly to constrain the inevitable shudder.
Julanni circled the rest of the way around and came to stand before Lisa again, a smile upon her face. "Well, I'll admit it. I find the possibility ingriguing. You understand, don't you, what this is that you've delivered to me?"
"Yes, Miss."
"And you understand what forniphilia means; what you're volunteering for?"
"Yes, Miss. I want to become your chair."
"You intend to spend hours on end, held in a particular position, hands and feet upward, head back, your thighs and butt becoming my seat, your calves the cushion for my back, your heels, my headrest. And, for the entire day, trapped in latex, tubes going into your nose and mouth to ensure you can breathe and remain hydrated as you are held completely immobile?"
"If I may, Miss, I'd like to try for the entire week."
Julanni's eyes shifted to the side for a moment, then back to her pledge. "Is this why you've managed to extend the return policy from three days to a full calandar week?"
"Yes, it is, Miss." Lisa was now grinning, hopeful that the dominant seemed moving toward accepting her offer to sacrifice her freedom for this dominatrix's pleasure. Her smile widened as she added, "I think you'll find me to be very cushy and comfy, Miss." Nerves broadened her smile to a toothy grin, her eyebrows rising in a pleading manner.
"You really want this."
"Yes, Miss."
"You understand there will still be physiological needs that must be taken care of, especially for such an extended period as a whole week?" She watched the girl nod, the exuberance fading from her smile. "When's the last time you gave yourself an enema?"
Lisa's smile vanished. "An enema? I… I… Well…"
Julanni grinned wickedly. "You know what? Don't worry about it. It didn't escape my notice that you sent the car away along with the truck, leaving yourself stranded here. So, I guess you're mine for the next seven days." She found satisfaction in the return of Lisa's smile, albeit, the girl's nervous apprehension remained. Julanni pointed toward a door near the kitchen. "You'll find a half bath right there. Go empty yourself and return to me so we can get you fitted into this specially designed latex."
Forniphilia is very fun~ I could imagine @missjulanni 's home full of that unique kind of "furniture"
Just as a matter of context on the whole matter of forniphilia, the term itself has been credited to Jeff Gord. I don't know that he came up with the term, but a lot of us are very aware of his great contribution to it as a genre with many examples created by him, his team and the models who enjoyed the challenges of working with him as the human components of his creations. This being clearly demonstrated by all but one of these photos, added to this thread, by @excuseforsmut. Thank you, Aly.
But, with or without the term, forniphilia goes back further in time. Graduate of the Royal Academy of Arts in London, England, artist Allen Jones created art focusing on the female form, creating some very controversial paintings, sculptures and combinations of the two, not to be pornographic, but to make a statement in favor of feminism by exposing the blatant sexism in objectifying the female form. In so doing, in 1969, he created a set of three sculptures called, Chair, Hat Stand, and Table.
In 1968, Jones created a painting called, "What Do You Mean What Do I Mean?" The title clearly intimates that the woman in the painting is being sexualized, and that sexualization is being falsely attributed to her. Projection. Victim blaming. We get a momentary crystal clear vision of the artist's message. Yet, even today, rather than understanding Jones's message and intention, critics continue calling his art pornographic objectification, missing how he calls attention to it in protest.
Here is his 1968 piece, What Do You Mean What Do I Mean?
Personally, I believe in feminism in a cultural and societal setting. It's important to a just civilization. But, in matters of privacy between friends, I have no problem binding and objectifying a lady who enjoys being rendered helpless, handled and objectified. And I believe that those who enjoy it for themselves, personally, and fantasies thereof, should have every right to express these desires and fantasies, separating them away from an unjust and even criminal reality.
Okay, there's the bell. Class dismissed. Now I'm waiting on Lisa @sweetsleepdina, to add another page to the story she started, as I'm waiting to also add more to it.
Very informative! Yeah, an important aspect of it as a kink is the dehumanisation that the artist was pointing out there, the reducing a woman to a "thing". Of course, through the lens of smut, it becomes something more exciting than troubling, haha.
