Casandra didn’t use the chair before her, instead kneeling down and just resting her arms across the seat of it, making sure her ass was up in the air and clearly visible.
When she’d first starting come to the therapist, she’d sat in the chair and complained about her life and how hard it was, but no longer.
Chairs were for people, not objects like her.
It had been like the weight of the world lifted from her shoulders when the therapist had explained it to her.
People had problems, people had drama, people had issues, people had complaints… objects didn’t.
Objects were useful, and useful only when being used.
It had been so simple, she’d been amazed she hadn’t realized it herself, but then again, objects didn’t have realizations either.
It had taken quite a few sessions with the therapist to get it through her thick skull, but that wasn’t surprising either. Objects were usually quite static after all.
She heard his footsteps come in to the room but she remained perfectly still like a good object.
He came up behind her and reached down, taking her ass in his hands and squeezing it firmly, she still remained perfectly still.
Her gave her ass several hard smacks, she remained unmoved.
It was only when he unzipped her access hatch that she reacted. Pushing herself up and onto her feet, her hands remained on the chair, but her feet spread apart.
When his dick entered her pussy her eyes went wide, her lips parted, but no sound came from her.
Instead her mind went blank as she was finally of use, and being used, just like an object should be.
