Oh Canada... Part 3 (The Cabinboy) Chapter 4 : Slave Walk

- Chapter 4 -

Slave Walk

 

     Early the next morning I opened the door to Alex’s room and found myself enveloped by faint shadows and thick patches of darkness.  My fingers fumbled to find and strike a match to dimly illuminate the corner of the room with the small votive candle. I then began to remove his restraints, coverings and headgear.  His pupils were fully dilated and his cock was purple in attempts to sport a tent of morning wood.  I could tell it hurt terribly, so I removed the device for a short period and allowed him to use the restroom to relieve himself of a full overnight bladder.  My watchful eye followed him into the bathroom to watch him urinate. 

  “I have to make sure you don’t try anything funny.  This doesn’t embarrass you does it?” 
He did not answer, but the blush upon his cheeks said enough.
I then handed him a cloth and instructed him to wash up.  My eyes were dazzled as the cloth grazed every visible trace of flesh and his skin glistened in the small beams of light seeping in through the frosty window.
After the device was restored to its proper place, he remembered the task I had set for him the previous night.  Without instruction, he scooted to the washroom where he found his grey Nordic sweater and immediately began to wash it by hand.  Gentle care was taken as he slid the suds over the material and delicately submersed it to rinse it clean.  Once satisfied, he placed it over a towel to collect any loose drips, but failed to realize my presence in the doorway.
  “Do it again” I ordered.
  “Mistress?”
In a few hard steps I approached him, bent his form over the basin, and spanked his exposed bottom.
  “Do it again” I repeated before placing another round of hardy whacks.
  “Do not question me and do not speak without permission slave.”
Alex tediously rewashed his sweater as I crossed my arms and supervised his actions.  This time before placing it to dry, he stood back bowing his head and allowed me to observe his work until I gave the final word of completion.
  “That will do cabinboy.  When you are done hanging that on the line come into my bedroom so we can get you dressed and prepared for our walk.”
I watched his naked form move past the door and out to the lawn where he hung his sweater to dry.  I could not help but let out a lustful sigh as I watched his tone body flex in the morning sun.  Scanning higher, I could see a look of panic and almost read his concerned thoughts.  I would have to go about this carefully.  His ego was more delicate than I had thought.

 

    His timid footsteps entered my room and I noticed his knees shake as I opened a large white box and fluffed out a red thick woolen catsuit onto the bed.

  “Come cabinboy; let us fit you into it.”
Alex reluctantly stepped into the heavy knitted suit and felt the zipper close up his back, encasing him fully.
  “See… there are little pads in the feet so you won’t need shoes.  Plus there is a little button-hole near your penis incase you need to take care of any business.”
He raised his hand to speak and I nodded.
  “Scarlett… I mean, Mistress… do you mean to tell me we are going out in public like this?’
  “Just to the park.  Don’t worry, it will be fun!”
  “What if someone sees me?”
  “That is the point” I laughed.
  “No, but what if someone recognizes you or myself?”
  “Oh, I am not worried about that.  However, just to make you a little more incognito, I have a red bala to match the outfit.  See, I’ve thought of everything.”
After stretching the bala over his head, I reapplied his collar over the thick turtleneck and the gag once more into his mouth.  Alex struggled a little feeling the accessory pushed the limits too far.
  “Trust me” I whispered placing a feathery kiss on his stretched lips before securing it tightly behind his head. 

 

   On the porch we stopped to apply his leash to the loop of the collar.  We walked up the stone driveway and down two dirt roads before taking a left into the beautiful community park.  Benches lined the circular curve of the lakes inlet and lush grass and trees created a perfect secluded cove.  I could hear Alex breathe a sigh of relief as he looked about and saw no signs of life.  We walked along the waters edge and listened to the rippling sounds of waves against sand.  Like a dog, he followed behind me, head bent and embarrassed.  Just then he gasped as he spied a jogger coming straight towards us.  I could feel him panic as the thin young blonde approached.  The jogger passed with a curt smile and oddly scanned the fluffy pet I pulled along.

  “See, that was not so bad.” 
His groans spoke of it disapprovingly.
  “Dear slave, why do you think I chose red?  I wanted everyone to see you silly” I laughed.
From across the grassy corner of the lake, I spotted an older couple sharing in conversation.
  “Let’s go over this way.”
  “No… no…” I heard him pleading beneath the gag. 
His words meant little and he submitted without much of a struggle. 
 “Good morning” I waved.
The couple stared and watched in disbelief as I paraded Alex throughout the park.  In addition, we passed by another jogger, a male this time, and an older female out for some leisurely exercise.  Both seemed shocked, but politely smiled, shook their heads and moved along.  

 

    For a short period I took rest on a park bench watching the tide crash lightly onto the polished rocks at the surface of the beach.  Alex knelt in front of me, knees firmly planted in the grass with head bowed.

  “Do you need to go to relieve yourself slave?”   
Alex shook his head no.
  “Oh, I think you do.” A devilish grin creeping up my lips.
  “Afraid that someone will see you?  Come now, have we not proven we are past that?  Besides, no one is around over this way.”
Alex reluctantly positioned himself against a tree and urinated like a good pet.
  “I am very happy with how behaved you have been.  Your ability to submit completely is so exciting to me.  Would you like to see?”
I pulled up my skirt to the hips to reveal my bare pussy.  His eyes bulged and his head snapped around in all directions wondering if any of this was visible to any unsuspecting onlookers.
  “On your knees cabinboy.  I need something cleaned this time!”
Nervously, he fell to his knees and I removed his gag before watching his head disappear between my thighs.  The surge of his tongue on my most intimate area had me gripping the wooden beams of the rickety old bench.  With both hands on the back of his head I smothered his face into me.  His paranoia forced him to periodically retreat to look about at the possible traffic, but my strong hands would firmly plant him onto me where he belonged.
  “Don’t stop” I begged as the excitement escalated.  His warm hands inched up my thighs creating new waves of euphoria.  My hips bucked into his face.  I clenched the bala in my fists as I felt my inhibitions evaporate.  Spasm after spasm erupted out of me as I came.  His tongue delved deep to lick out every drop.
I was satisfied; with not only Alex’s humiliation but my own gratification.
  “I am sorry I could not hold out longer.  I guess it has been awhile since I last felt your… skills” I smiled pleasantly.
He grinned and blushed brightly before running his red woolen sleeve over his sex stained mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing?  I didn’t tell you to remove my taste from your lips.  Not only that, but now you have sullied your garment sleeve.  Oh cabinboy, will you ever learn?”
Infuriated, I ran the ball-gag up my dripping slit, covering it fully with my spent juices, and secured it deep into Alex’s mouth.
“There we are… not much of a punishment, but at least this will remind you that you are privileged to taste your Queen.”
He bowed before me.  I couldn’t be too mad.  After all, he was still learning.
My anger had quickly dissipated as I admired the fit of the catsuit against his muscular arms and the way the fabric hugged his long lean legs.  There were so many additional features to him that were really accentuated by the knit of the garment.  He was a walking, breathing, living piece of art… and only mine to behold.  I shivered.
I threw him a crooked smile over my shoulder to forgive him.
With a yank of the leash we started for home and I heard him breathe a sigh of relief.

 

Oh Canada... Part 3 (The Cabinboy) Chapter 3 : Bed & Bath

- Chapter 3 -

 Bed & Bath

     My eyes became heavy as they followed line after line of the text before me.  I felt my body slip into a perpetual state of relaxation.  My thoughts became lost as I found myself continuously staring at the submissive cabinboy beneath me and less on the printed pages.  Paragraphs of ink splashed the antique white paper, but I found the words forgettable and less interesting when I looked to the prop beneath my feet.  His story I could mold to my every desire and make my very own.  A walking and breathing masterpiece… and for now… he was all mine!

  I could not help but gaze upon him like a piece of fine art.  His broad back and shoulders supporting my feet.  His face, red with humiliation and sagging to the floor.  His stillness resembling that of a statue.  No complaints.  No resisting.  And completely under my control!

     “Go prepare a bath for me my pet.  I believe I would like to take a nice soak before bed.”

He filled the tub with warm water and searched the cabinets before finding a vanilla and lavender bubble-bath.  As an added touch, he lit a variety of small votive candles and set them around the room to create a relaxing ambiance.  When he had finished, he led me by the hand to the edge of the tub where I discarded my angora robe over his shoulders and left nothing on but the silver locket holding the key to his freedom.  I caught him stealing my scent off the robe as he brushed his cheek against the fabric.  I made sure he watched as I seductively sunk into the steaming water and disappeared into the bubbles below.  I covered my intimate areas with the foamy disguise as my hands floated down to caress my silken skin.  I loved having him watch me.  I loved reading his mind and envisioning the dirty images he replayed over and over again as my palms grasped at my breasts.  I saw his chest heave and his breathing become erratic.  I saw the band of sweat form above his upper lip.  He wanted to touch me… he needed to touch me… but I just stared him dead in the eyes as my fingers found their way through parted legs.
A breathy moan escaped my lips and I heard him grunt softly, no doubt feeling the constraints of the chastity device.  I looked at his cock.  Pink, swollen, and begging to be released.  It excited me more and my fingers dipped between my silken folds to quench the cravings of a deeper desire.  In husky undertones I repeated his name as my fingers worked deeper and faster.  Watching his agony was sheer bliss.  A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead.  My opposite hand grabbed at my soapy breasts, rolling my sensitive pink nipples between my fingertips.  Soft moans escaping from my throat.  His whole body began to twitch and his palms clenched into fists that shook at his sides.  His eyes never strayed from mine and I knew I had complete control of his mind.
Just as I felt a rush begin to build from deep within my body, I quelled my urge to release and displayed a most devilish grin.  His cock, now purple, screamed for attention.  I realized his sudden twitches were resistance to itch at the stiff wool tickling his sweaty skin.  He fought the urge and stood tall, masculine, and mine to command.

 

   “Come wash me Alex.”  I wanted those rough calloused hands all over my tender skin. 
Pulling up the sleeves of his sweater, he knelt beside the tub and dipped his hands into the scented water.  I sat with my back to him as he massaged my shoulders and cupped handfuls of water over my head and back.  His lean fingers stroked the nape of my neck before pressing deep into the muscles.  I laced my hands within his as they dipped into the soapy water.  I guided them towards my bountiful breasts and together we fondled them between our hands as I showed him how to wash them in a circular motion.  When I was content he could manage on his own, I released my grasp and leaned back into his chest to place small intimate kisses along his exposed neck.  The fibers of his sweater tickled my back and gently poked my flesh sending bolts of lightning down to my toes.  I heard him moan deep inside as I guided his hands to my inner thighs.  His fingertips traced electric currents up and down them until a single digit found its way across my open valley.  A loud moan escaped me without warning which sent him plunging into me determined to find my weakness.  My hips bucked against his hand and I felt my body tense.  His thumb discovered my clit just as I erupted in a frenzy, splashing water over the sides of the tub and onto the floor.
 
   Like a good slave he reached for a stack of towels to clean my mess, but I pulled him back to stare deep into my eyes.  I longed to kiss him hard and feel his soft lips upon mine.  Inching forward, I felt his lips battle with the gag and sensed distress as he found himself unable to wrap his lips fully around the red rubber ball.  His inner struggle delighted me and instead I placed a simple kiss square on the gag itself, therefore allowing him to feel nothing.  His disappointment reigned supreme as his shoulders slumped and he fought the urge to rip out the gag.
   “I think you need a bath now Cabinboy” I announced and watched his eyes light up with life again.

 

    Rising to my knees and letting the soap slide down my body, I motioned for Alex to stand close.  Removing the key from around my neck, I set it within the lock and freed his cock from its chastised cell.  I then helped him remove his soiled sweater, ball-gag, and collar all while reminding him of my generosity.  I motioned for him to sit in front of me in the tub, his back to me, and legs crossed.  Slowly he slid within my bath water and I could not help but reach out and give his cute butt a pat as it sunk below the waterline.  His musky scent dissipated as I lathered him good with the flowery scented soap and scraped at his skin with a fine bristled wash-brush.  The suds coated his back as my breasts acted as buffers.  My lips periodically brushing his ear and throat.  My hands traced the definition of his chest and stomach and I breathed husky sentiments in his ear.  I wondered if he would falter and speak without permission, but he remained a vigilant slave and kept his responses to simple groans.  Gathering the bubbles all around him, he felt my fingers massage into the curve of his thighs as my tongue flicked the tip of his earlobe.  My hands circulated his groin in a whirlpool and his hips, trained to thrust, pleaded for physical contact.  My teeth playfully bit at his throat and long burgundy ringlets fell about his shoulders as one hand conceded and cupped his scrotum.  Juggling them between my fingers, the opposite hand reached below to find the thin wall of his taint.  Pressing this sensitive button and walking my fingers across this pleasure field had him engorged within seconds.  His heart was beating loudly against his chest and his shoulders heaved.  Like a spiders crawl, my fingers tickled their way up his shaft until they locked tightly around his member.  I milked his cock slowly… almost too slow.  He winced as if being amputated.  He sank back into my chest and arms.  My heavy bosom now sat upon his shoulder as I worked the shaft up and down in rhythmic bliss.
    “You want to cum?’ I kept asking, but like a good slave he said nothing was quick to realize it was not about what he wanted, but rather what I commanded. 
My pace quickened and a fever broke out upon his face.  He could no longer control the bellows escaping from within.  I felt his cock tense and his breathing became shallow and I knew he was about to cum.  I let go just in time to watch his dick quiver and pulse at the need for further stimulation.  His hand grasped my arm and his eyes pleaded for mercy.
   “What is it dear?”  His eyes scanned my evil smirk. 
Throwing his head back, he roared and looked almost on the brink of tears.
   “You may speak” I sympathetically allowed running my hands through his hair.
  “Please… it hurts…”
  “Aww… but it’s suppose to” I smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead.
He must have been cursing me that moment.  I could see the disdain in his eyes.
  “Come cabinboy, your bath is finished.”
With a pathetic whimper he climbed from the bath and stood a simpering waif.  Helping me to the mat below, he then carefully toweled off my entire body and stood a wet shivering mess.  Handing him a towel, I allowed him to dry off before re-attaching his collar.

 

     “It is bedtime” I said leading him out the door and down the hall. 
I took him into the guest bedroom which was sparsely decorated and allowed enough room for only a twin-size bed, end table and dresser.  The room sat illuminated by a small candle whose light barely reached across the room.

   “This is where you will be sleeping.  I have taken he liberty of removing any lamps or light sources that could otherwise keep you stimulated… not that you will really have a choice… but just incase you get any ideas.  This room sits North so little sunlight will reach it even in the mornings.  I want you in a perpetual state of darkness, therefore allowing imagination as your only option.  You will have plenty of time to reflect on your thoughts.  I expect to be in them.  Take this time to ponder how you can be a better cabinboy to me tomorrow.”
His mouth hung to the floor and he looked at me with a ‘you can’t be serious’ expression.
   “Oh… you planned on sleeping in my bed?  You thought it would be all fun and games for awhile, then we would just quit this pact and you would get to fuck me?  That is not how it works Alex.  You swore yourself to me.  You are mine to do with as I please.  You are here to serve me.  It is not about being cruel, it is about breaking you.”
With a sigh, Alex looked towards the tiny bed and noticed the numerous restraints around the wooden posts and tucked underneath the mattress.
  “Go ahead, lie down and I will get you all nice and strapped in.”
Alex reluctantly sat at the edge of the bed as asked.  He hesitated there for a moment, staring off into shadows, before raising one hand to propose a question.
  “Yes Cabinboy?”
  “Mistress, must I wear the gag all night?  What if there was an emergency?”
  “You feel this is dangerous?  It tests your boundaries of contentment?”
Alex nodded.
   After giving it much thought I agreed that he would remain ungagged to further prove my kindness and compassion towards his plight.  I wanted to break him in easily and not have him doubting his own well-being.  If this is what made the experience more comfortable for him and put his mind at ease, I could only oblige.

  After settling onto his pillow, the chastity device was reattached upon his abused cock and a thick bala, with only a small mouth-slit for breathing, was placed over his head to secure the vision of night.  I covered him with five wool blankets and tucked them tightly around him forming a cocoon before attaching the ties around his mid-section, arms, and feet.  There he lay perfectly still like a mummy and I had to giggle at how attractive I found him in this state.

  “Tomorrow morning you are to wash your dirty sweater first thing.  Then we will hang it on the line to dry before our walk.”
His head spun in all directions.  His ears tried to place my whereabouts within the room.  Walk?  What does she mean our walk? 
Distress was written all over him.  Without further explanation I shut the door and locked it behind me.  That would give him something to think about all night!

     Seconds after my head hit the pillow my mind raced with questions.  Is he in there trying to release his hands to relieve himself?  Is he sweating nice and good under those thick blankets?  Will he be able to sleep at all?  The questions circled me like a carousel until finally sleep found its way into my bed.

Oh Canada... Part 3 (The Cabinboy) Chapter 2 : Making of a Cabinboy

- Chapter 2 -

Making of a Cabinboy

 

 

 

    This is it… the final time… well, maybe? I kept thinking.

If all went according to plan then I should have no complaints or regrets.  I anticipated Alex’s arrival and hoped to provide him with the most unique weekend of his life.  One he would remember, always.

 

    I heard his truck rumble down the rocky pavement and my heart skipped a beat.  He exited the vehicle and slung a small backpack over his shoulder. 

  “You won’t need that” I coolly mentioned as I stroked his rugged scruffy face and motioned for him to follow me indoors. 

He sat himself at the round oak table and eyed a piece of paper that read RULES FOR CABINBOY. 

His eyes widened every so often, as if shocked, but I would watch his expressions fade into luminescent smiles of delight.  I could read my writing in his eyes and watch him follow it line by line.

Rule 1:  No speaking unless commanded or emergency.

Rule 2:  Privileges are only practiced when instructed; this includes eating, sleeping, using the bathroom, etc.

Rule 3:  You must adorn your cabinboy sweater uniform at all times in my presence unless otherwise specified.

Rule 4…

I enjoyed watching him ponder the possible outcomes.  When he finished the document he slumped back into his chair, perhaps somewhat second-guessing his visit.

  “Are we ready to begin?” I asked in a domineering tone, not allowing his brain fair chance to think this all through.

  “I am ready my Queen” he stammered.

  “Good, then let those be your last words until I ask you for them.  Now, remove your clothes.”

 

  Though I enjoyed the cling of his body hugging white t-shirt and faded blue jeans, it was not the proper attire for a cabinboy.  Without hesitation, Alex stripped himself nude and kicked his pile of clothes to the side, leaving him a naked and vulnerable specimen.  I took a few moments to admire his body before I threw him a grey and black Icelandic wool sweater and ordered him to put it on.  After his head struggled through the neck-hole, I immediately secured a black leather and silver studded collar around his thick neck.  I tugged at it a few times to test its durability and felt him gulp beneath the band.  Next, a ruby colored ball-gag fit perfectly into his mouth like a suckling pig and I tied it behind his head to a notch on the collar.  Last, I embraced his flaccid member and harnessed it snuggly inside a green camouflage inspired chastity device.  I felt him struggle under my hold and his forehead wrinkled with concern.

  “Rule 5” I reminded him with a blunt smile and with a click he was all mine. 

  “I had this ordered special… for a very special cabinboy that is” I smiled.

I placed the key upon a silver chained necklace and tucked it under my collar for safe-keeping.

  “Your grey wool socks match this sweater perfectly so I will allow you to put these back on” I said fishing them from the abandoned pile of clothes. 

  “When you have finished putting those on, pick up these clothes and follow me.” 

He scurried into the socks before grabbing the discarded pile of clothes in a bundle while tripping over his own feet trying to keep pace with me.  Placing his bag upon the bed, I unzipped it and reached in to remove its contents.

  “Change of clothes… won’t need these.  Toiletries… you may place these in the bathroom.  Condoms?  Someone was sure optimistic…” 

With a swift snap of my arm I tossed them straight across the room and into the wastebasket.

  “You may repack your bag now including the clothes you came here in.  Take your toiletries to the bathroom and then come meet me in the kitchen.”

In frenzy, Alex completed his simple tasks and met me in the kitchen in less than a minute.

 

   “It’s a nice day so I thought we could go sit down by the lake.  Here, I prepared these refreshments earlier.  Take this tray.”  His eyes grew wide with panic as he pointed down to his exposed lower regions.

  “What do you need pants for?  Are you ashamed?  Afraid someone might see that you are my property now?  Afraid you might be humiliated?” I laughed hysterically. 

Alex followed me out the door with tray in hand as we paused on the porch for a brief moment.  I loosened and unknotted a thin red leash that matched his ball-gag from around a nail planted into the porch beam.

  “Every time we come outside I will attach this to you.”  With a flick of my hand I secured it firmly to Alex’s collar and led him down the cobblestone walkway to the patio beside the water.

  “You may put the tray down cabinboy.”  I watched his hands nervously twitch as the tray made a shaky landing onto the patio table causing a minor series of clinking notes.

  “Don’t be so nervous darling.  This lake is secluded” I giggled. 

Assuming he was fine to sit, he instinctively pulled out the white wicker chair and was seated before realizing his error.

  “Did I tell you to sit?” 

I yanked the leash with one swift jolt causing Alex to tumble to his knees. 

  “Here cabinboy” I said pointing before my feet.  “Hands and Knees.” 

Looking at me quizzically he slowly moved into position.  I sat upon his back using him as my human chair.  The hot sun beat upon his face and the hard loose gravel pierced his rugged hands.  I enjoyed a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade that I had prepared earlier that afternoon and took in all of nature around me.  The sound of the rippling water, the breeze through the tree limbs making them crackle and sway, and the distant song of birds singing mixed with the occasional grunt or groan from the cabinboy beneath me.  After an hour or so, I was sure Alex was hot, tired, and dehydrated.  As I rose from his back I could feel his sweat cling to my legs.  I ordered him to sit back on his heels and observed his red face and hands.  Sweat stained his sweater like wet visible wounds throughout his back and chest.

  “Poor Cabinboy, I bet you are thirsty?”  He nodded exhausted. 

  “Here my dear.  I am not THAT cruel of a mistress.” 

I removed a big glass bowl from the tray and filled the bottom with sweet lemon drink.  Placing the bowl on the ground next to him and removing his gag, I watched him instinctively lap it up like a dog. 

  “Good Cabinboy… you needn’t my instructions on that one” I laughed.

 

     As the day drew on the sun dipped behind the clouds and a grey hush muted the outside world.

  “Come Cabinboy, I am hungry.  Bring in this tray and then you shall prepare me dinner.”

I smiled tugging at his leash and watching him rise from his exhausted knees.  I led him on to the porch where I unhooked his leash and hung it in its proper place.

  “Use anything you like in the kitchen and try to make something that really impresses me.  I have to go make a phone call and will be back in a short while to check on you” I explained before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

 

    From the other room a broken orchestra of clinking pots and tapping spoons could be heard.  After the noise had ceased, I felt his lean shadow wash over me.  He bowed his head silently and extended a nimble hand.  He escorted me to the table where he had spread out a fine burgundy tablecloth and white china plates.  Two white pillar candles were lit at opposite ends of the table.  I was impressed thus far, but was even more so when I looked at the succulent lemon-pepper chicken plate before me.  A perfectly split and buttered baked potato sat beside a spoonful of glazed carrots. A tiny bowl of steaming pasta with sauce sat as a side course next to a goblet of red wine.  My eyes filled with delight and I returned gratitude for his services with an enormous smile. 

 

    Like a gentlemen, he pulled the seat out for me and laid a perfectly folded napkin in my lap.  I could hear his stomach rustling about and begging for food.  I instructed him to sit directly across from me at the small oak table.  I wanted him to watch me enjoy his wonderfully prepared meal, psychologically and physically.  I watched his lips quiver as I gently nibbled at the baby carrots and allowed the butter to glaze my lips enough for me to seductively lick them clean.  He salivated with a pathetic forlorn expression as I savored juicy bites of my meal.  Again his stomach tossed around and groaned for fulfillment.  He gulped down air wishing it was food as the aromas traveled to his senses.

  “Are you hungry Cabinboy?  You may speak.”

  “Yes my Queen” he stammered.

  “You are of no use to me famished so go ahead and fix yourself a plate.” 

I wanted him to trust me.  I wanted him to know I did not intend on hurting him or causing him extreme pain.  If I wished him to perform any other duties, I would have to make sure his hygiene, health and happiness were all accounted for.  Otherwise this game bordered on being cruel and therefore would have no positive outcome.

 

    When we had both finished I asked Alex to remove, wash, and dry all the dishes and return them to their proper place.  He swiftly finished these tasks and joined me in the living room.

  “I want to put my feet up and read for a bit.  I usually need complete silence to read so you’ll have to put this back on” I explained dangling the ball-gag from my index finger. 

He fell to his knees and allowed the gag to be put back into place.

  “I am very proud of how well you’re behaving.”  I saw his chest puff in confidence.             “Don’t get all cocky on me… the night is young.  However…  I believe I did say I wanted to put my feet up and read?” 

He sat motionless, curiously searching my face for some sort of clue.  With a snap of my fingers I pointed to the floor.  A light clicked on over his head and he placed himself on hands and knees in front of the sofa, arching his back to become my personal ottoman.

  “Very good” I complimented patting his behind and nestling back into the comfort of a good book.



Oh Canada... Part 3 (The Cabinboy) Chapter 1 : The Meeting

- Chapter 1-

The Meeting

 

     “There is someone I would like you to meet” Alex confessed one night during one of our lengthy phone-calls. 
I had observed the reservation in his voice for over an hour and knew it was only a matter of time until he finally broke.
   “You’ve met someone?”  I inquired with as much jubilation as I could possibly muster. 
Of course I was happy for Alex.  At no point did we both agree that we were officially an item.  I was always encouraging him to find someone, but I had to admit, the thought of possibly losing him was a sour bite to take.
   “I have… and I think you would really like her.  It’s nothing serious, but I think it has potential.  I guess I am just looking for a woman’s point of view and no one knows me better than you do.  Would you meet us for dinner this Saturday?”
The desperation in his voice pleaded with me to say yes, so I accepted without hesitation.

 

   Arriving at the restaurant promptly at 8:00, I was greeted at the table by Alex, who was impeccably dressed, even too much for my casual standards.  Next to him sat a dashing brunette whose eyes barely lifted from her napkin.

   “Scarlett, I would like you to meet Sarah.  Scarlett is a very good friend of mine” Alex happily introduced with a secret wink. 
I catered Sarah to a warm smile as I extended my hand in greeting. 
   “So nice to meet you” I enthused. 
She whispered back something inaudible and I took the seat opposite them. 

 

   I really looked her over as dinner progressed.  Her shiny chestnut hair seemed to catch every light in the restaurant as she flipped it continuously over her shoulders.  Her hazel eyes were smoldering and cool and her petite nose sat nestled amongst high cheekbones stained a permanent shade of coral.  Her body was slender and proportionate to her sleek frame but seemed to lack definition and the volume of curves I possessed.  As she softly excused herself to the ladies room, I did notice a luscious set of hips that jutted beneath her skin-tight black gown.  Where had those been hiding?

Her voice, as soft as whispers, was calming and surprisingly sultry.  She was 29 and had met Alex at the gym, which did not surprise me after I took notice of her tone arms.  I enjoyed listening to her speak and found myself transfixed on her smooth pink lips as they moved.

 

   After dinner, Alex and I walked Sarah to her vehicle and exchanged pleasantries and promises of meeting again.  With a flip of her hair and a wave of her delicate manicured hand, she was off.

    “Well?” Alex shrugged awaiting my opinion.
    “I like her.  I really do!”  I smiled. 
With a flash of his brilliant teeth, he came towards me, kissing my cheek.
    “I can’t expect she’ll bring half the man out of me that you do” he professed.
    “Give it time.  I think she definitely has a wild streak within her somewhere… waiting for discovery… waiting for someone who can tap into her untouched desires.”
His hands found their way to my hips as he pulled me to him.  His intoxicating scent stung my nostrils as he placed a row of kisses beneath the neck of my dress.
    “You know… we can’t go on like this anymore if things get serious between you two.  I won’t stand in the way of you having a real relationship Alex.  I am not asking you to choose, I am merely stating that perhaps this is where our journey ends.  Of course I will always be there for you as a friend and we can not expect this attraction to just disappear, but maybe the physical aspects need to take a break.  It will clear your mind from the things that tempt you and help you focus on the things you really deserve.  I’m no good for you Alex… not like this.”
He hung his head in disappointment and then returned my gaze with a scowl.
    “Have I offended you my Queen?” 
A coy smile crept up his lips.  His eyes lit with fire. 
    “I fear I have wronged you by taking on another lover without permission.”  
His hands slid atop the woolen material of my garment before finding their way under my breasts.  I caught my breath and my heart rate quickened.  His hips pushed me up against the side of a grey sedan in the adjacent parking space and his groin hoisted towards my thighs.
    “À quoi pensez-vous?” he seductively whispered in my ear. 
My insides turned to mush and the sting of alcohol on his breath intoxicated me.  His hands roamed to the slit of my dress, searching for a garden to sew his next seed.  His fingertips brushed the satin material of my panties and made me shriek.  I could feel the hard lump in his pants aching to be freed as it ground into my abdomen.
    “Yes… I do believe… you deserve to be punished… one last time” I managed to gasp in short husky breaths while feeling myself become weak in his arms. 
    “Next Saturday… at my cabin… you will be my slave… my cabinboy.”
I purred as I latched on to his throbbing tool secured behind tweed material.  He grunted in my ear and our devilish eyes locked before one long passionate kiss.  When my lips had left him breathless, I tuned on heel and walked towards my car, leaving him a shivering mess in the dark lot.

Oh Canada... Part 2 (The Cabin)

   It was after 2:00 a.m. when the phone rang next to my bed.  Feeling slightly panicked about who could be calling so late, I answered with hesitation.
   “Hello… HELLO…” I repeated only to hear silence.  I pressed my ear closer to hear the faint sound of breathing and then a muffled groan.
   “I need you… I want you” a familiar voice cooed.
   “Alex my dear, it’s so late.  You had me thinking something was wrong.”
   “Something is wrong… you are not here with me.  When can I see you again?”
My heart started to flutter.  The urgency in his voice as he pleaded and begged made me realize full well that he would be submissive to my every need.
With spring officially here, it was time for me to open up a small cottage I owned on Rideau Lake in Ontario and the thought of him joining me there had my wicked brain concocting many tantalizing scenarios.  I put forth the idea to him and he sounded more than happy to accept my invitation.  I gave him directions and agreed to meet him there the following weekend.

   I arrived at the cabin early next Saturday morning to tidy up and make sure the kitchen was stocked with fresh food and wood was readily available for the fireplace.  I arranged the finely pressed linens on the antique wood four-poster bed and arranged my other surprises in a near-by drawer.  I had just set some wine to chill when I heard his car pull up the stone path.  I ran out to greet him and was surprised to find him in a brand new light blue Icelandic crewneck sweater that matched the shade of his eyes.

   “I figured it might be a little chilly down here by the lake” he smiled as he handed me a bouquet of lilies and irises.  I knew I had not spied this majestic sweater in his closet previously and my thighs tightened at the thought he had purchased this special for me.  It looked stunning on him and I could not help but run my fingers up and down it as he leaned in to give me a quick peck on the cheek.  I showed him inside, gave him a quick tour of the cottage, and asked if he would like to help me prepare dinner in the kitchen. Afterwards we sat out by the lake and enjoyed our meal while discussing the outcome of our last encounter.  Alexandre’ admitted he had never quite experienced anything like it before.  He never knew how joyous a sweater could feel and it’s many uses during sex.  I knew I was making a sweater lover out of him yet and could sense that he craved more of this obscure fetish he was finding himself entangled in.

   As dusk approached, we stood by the lake listening to the small waves ripple upon the water.  I buried myself in his arms and pressed my face into the soft wool of his sweater, smelling its powdery scent mixed with his potent cologne.

   “I have missed you. It is amazing how many times my thoughts wander to you and to that day” he confessed.  “I am completely under your spell.”  I looked up at him with an evil grin.
   “Come with me then.  I have a few presents for you in the house.”
   “I’m all yours.”
   “Yes… I planned on that.”

   I took him by the hand and escorted him to the bedroom where I lit a row of candles on the nightstand.  I knelt before him to remove his jeans and briefs and watched his manhood spring free.  I then ordered him to sit at the end of the bed.

   “I know… keep the sweater on” he smiled.
   “Yes, but we are going to add to it.”
I pulled an item from the drawer and handed it to him, instructing him to put it on.  He looked at it inquisitively and hesitated.
   “It’s a bala.  You put it on like you would a hood or mask.  I had it made special for you in hopes that we would meet again.  I anticipated introducing you to more of the pleasures my wooly little world has to offer since you seemed so intrigued the last time we met.”  With that I stood by the candlelight and shed my top and trousers to reveal an emerald green ensemble of a hook-and-eye faceted underbust corset with matching satin thong.  I removed the pins from my hair and let my scarlet locks fall over my shoulders in long bouncy curls.
   “You look amazing” he told me.
   “Do you want these?” I said running my fingers over my large breasts.  “And this?” I added as I ran my hands over the silken fabric of my panties, briefly pulling them to the side to reveal my pink lips.
   “Yes… oh god yes I do.  I somehow thought since you liked sweaters so much you…”
   “Oh… we’ll get to that” I interjected.  “Now, put the bala on like a good boy.”
With one quick gesture, he pulled the mask over his face and adjusted the mouth-hole to breathe.
   “I can’t see” he complained as he searched for the missing eyeholes.
  “What is there to see when you can… feel” I said approaching him and reaching down to take hold of his cock.  Feeling my burning hand press into him sent a jolt through his body and he immediately clutched through darkness to find me and draw me closer to him.  His mouth began planting kisses upon my torso and moved upwards searching for my breasts.  He attempted to stand for better leverage, but I forcefully pushed his shoulders back down.
   “No no no… I have much bigger plans for you.  I let you keep your dominance last time, but tonight you are mine.”  He nodded and I awarded him with a deep long kiss.  “Now, scoot back on the bed until I tell you to stop.”  He blindly positioned himself until I cautioned him to halt and lay back.  “If you do exactly as I instruct, I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
   “Wait, what are you doing?” he panicked as I began to fasten his wrists to the restraints tied to the posts of the bed frame.
   “You must trust me, okay?”  I sought the structure of his face through the bala and gently caressed the contours of his neck and chest with my fingertips to soothe him.
   “Yes my queen.”
   “You’re learning fast, and for that I believe it is time for my next surprise.” 
I sauntered back to the open drawer and removed another present.  “I’m so happy you remembered how to address me.  I can also tell by your raging hard-on that you are enjoying this very much.  But tell me, have you ever been tied up before?”
   “No, never.”
   “Good, because I am curious to know what it will feel like for you to be powerless for the first time and under my complete control.  Tell me Alex, how do your restraints feel?”
   “Surprisingly soft.”
   “Yes, that is because they are my mohair scarves.  Intriguing no?  Still care to learn more?”
   “Yes my queen… though it is not as if I have much choice.”  I laughed at the truth in his answer.
   “We are going to play a little game.  Once we are finished, I will give you your surprise.”  I traced his naked thighs with the device before placing it on the nightstand.  I then proceeded to the closet where I retrieved items from my suitcase for the game and placed them at the foot of the bed.
  
  “Shall we begin?  This is item #1… you will do well to remember these numbers.”  I unfolded a thick cable-knit sweater and placed it upon his package, gently kneading it into his groin and running the fabric over the base of his penis.  He groaned with pleasure.  I continued molesting the sweater into him only for a minute more before moving on to the next item.
   "This is #2” I stated while draping the sleeve of my pink angora sweater up and down his shaft before burying it in fluff.  He mumbled in French per his usual style and my thighs began to burn.  I only hoped he was enjoying this game as much as I was.
   “On to #3 now.”  For this turn I selected a green mohair turtleneck that was brushed to perfection.  Alex immediately began to hump the sweater at first touch.  I couldn’t help draping the mohair over myself as I got excited watching him.  He grunted like an animal and shook back and forth against the restraints as I removed the garment.
   “Can you handle more?  Should we proceed on to #4?”
  “Yes… PLEASE!” he begged.  For the fourth option I applied a cotton ribbed sweater and manipulated his cock straight through the turtleneck.  I jerked the fabric up and down over his shaft as he moaned for more.  I admired his enthusiasm and quickened the pace before letting him loose.
   “Perhaps #5 is more to your liking?” The velvet leopard turtleneck was unique in my collection and I knew the uncommon fabric choice would have his mind racing as well as his pulse.
   “Only two more left… #6.”  The cashmere turtleneck coated him like a second skin and as I tickled it over his member I watched the different shades of purple he became.  He stiffened a bit as I lowered this particular sweater towards his taint to tease the area just under his balls.
   “Last but not least is #7.”  To finish the session I chose a hand-knitted sweater of thick woven wool.  I wrapped the sleeves around his cock from base to tip and slowly unraveled it, letting him enjoy the stitching as it massaged his groin.  After doing this a few times, I could see his head pulsing and his body began to quake.
   “Don’t you dare cum!  We haven’t finished the game yet” I scolded.  “Now Alex, out of all these fabulous sweaters, tell me which one you enjoyed the feel of most!”
   “Oh my queen, it is so hard to choose.  They all were so different.  However, I believe #3 was unlike anything I have ever felt.”
   “Vous préférez trios?  A mohair man then eh?  Then this will be the sweater I wear for you and the one you will pleasure me in.”  I slipped the sweater over my head and let the material brush past my exposed breasts as I pulled it down to my hips.  It sent a shiver through me and a soft moan escaped my lips.  I crawled to his feet, letting the fabric brush over him in gentle sweeps.  He bucked his hips in attempts to poke a hole straight through the sweater, but instead I gathered him up between the valley of my breasts and let him fuck the tight mohair crevice therein.  He writhed in ecstasy and his breathing became unsteady as he grunted and gritted his teeth.  I looked back to notice his muscles bulging through the arms of his sweater and his abs clenched with every thrust.  The veins in his neck protruded as he clenched his jaw and fought against the soft restraints imprisoning him to the bed.  Seeing him in this blissful agony made me drip with excitement.
   “You like fucking my mohair tits?”
   “Oui… Oui” he panted.
I waited until his hips thrashed above the bed and his cock tightened on the verge of cumming to suspend my torture.

   “I think you deserve your present now” I said retrieving it off the night stand where it sat anxiously awaiting to be used.  I slipped the woolen device over his tender cock and fastened the sheath to fit him snuggly.  “It’s a willy-warmer… though in your case, I think we’ll call it the sausage sweater.”  We both got a good laugh out of it, but as I began to drive the cock-holder up and down his shaft, his smile turned to desperation.  “You like that?  Does that feel good?”

   “Oh god yes… more s'il vous plait.”
   “Oh, you’ll get more… as soon as you prove you want it.”
I removed my panties and flung my leg over his head, straddled him backwards once more, and sat directly onto his face smothering him with my pussy.  He lapped at the sweet juices without provocation and within seconds had my head snapping back in screams of delight.  I ground my clit into his face as his muffled words vibrated my swollen lips.  The more he protested and struggled under my suffocation, the harder I pressed into him.  I could feel my body begin to seize and as I came rivers over his open mouth I jerked his woolen cock in a frenzy. I clenched the Icelandic weave into my fists and drew it up towards his collarbone so he could feel my mohair covered breasts brush against him as I rode his face. As my body settled, I released the grip of my thighs against his head and arched up off him just enough for him to lick me clean.  As soon as my senses returned to me, I subdued him once again, grinding my sensitive flesh into the ticklish fibers of the bala and his searing tongue.  I came again and again, each time more intense.  His mask was a dripping mess and I could feel his pre-cum soaking the tip of his woolen shell.  Each time I felt a rush of excitement fill my body and the release of a violent orgasm, I jerked his covered cock longer and harder.  I felt his tongue begin to cramp after almost an hour of him licking me.  My hands became rough against the drenched wool and I was sure bringing him to the edge of ejaculation each time was about to make him go insane.  His screams were more excruciating as they escaped somewhere beneath my plump bottom.  He was coated in a thick sweat that I could feel even through his woven layers.  In true 69 fashion, I decided to reward him from my angle by flicking his heavy balls with the tip of my tongue.  As I splashed his lips with a final orgasm I felt him pulsing beneath the cock-cover and ready to explode.
   “You want to cum?  Say it!  Tell me!”
   “Yes, please let me cum.”
   “LOUDER… I can’t hear you.”
   “Yes… PLEASE.”
   “SCREAM IT!”
   “LET ME CUM MY QUEEN…. OH PLEASE GOD LET ME CUM FOR YOU.”
   “AGAIN!”
   “PLEASE MY QUEEN… I WANT TO CUM FOR YOU!”
It was hard to make out his muffled words with me planted so firmly over his face.  I made him scream for release until he went hoarse.  In one final bellow that could have brought down the walls, I allowed him to cum in the comfy confines of the willy-warmer.  I felt him pump forth a few hot loads of spunk and watched as it ran out from under the laces and collect in a puddle of white cream.  Removing the soiled device, I gave him the courtesy of washing his dong of any sticky residue before leaving him to lie in a pool of his own sweat.  Meanwhile, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat by the fire while relaxing.  I giggled silently at the thought of him wondering when I would come back to untie him.  Little did he know I was not quite done with him yet.

   After an hour or two, I checked on him to make sure he was alright and he informed me of his need to use the restroom.  I tied the scarves behind his back like handcuffs and pulled the bala up over his eyes so he could see.  I walked him to the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat for him.

   “You mean I have to do this while constrained?”
   “Hey, I am being generous here by allowing you to see what you are doing.  I could take away that privilege too if you’d like?”
   “No, my queen, I’m sorry.”
   “I forgive you.  Now, show me you can do it.  I know that you can.  If you don’t make a huge mess, I’ll let you come inside me next.”
He straddled the bowl, bending at the knees, backing up and moving forward to find the perfect position.  He urinated perfectly into the toilet and seemed proud of his ability to do so while inhibited.  I then gathered a huge wad of toilet paper, shoved it between two towels, and instructed him to wipe himself clean.  Using only his lower body, he did just that.
   “I feel like I am performing tricks for you” he laughed.
   “Come perform your last one of the night then” I winked.
Taking him by the collar, I led him back to the bedroom and ordered him upon the opposite end of the bed.  “I want you on your knees” I demanded as I tied each scarf high atop the tall pillars at the corners of the bed frame.  His arms dangled above his head and as he checked the slack of each restraint, his muscular arms rippled under the wool.  It turned me on so much seeing him in this position and completely helpless.  I fell back into the pillows against the headboard and started to rub my wet pussy for him.  His eyes studied me intensely as I dipped my fingers in and out of my dripping hole.  His cock began to bounce back to life which sent me scrambling to thumb my clit with the opposite hand.
   “You want this pussy?”
   “Yes my queen.”
   “You want to fuck me now”
   “I do my queen.  I have thought about it so much.”
   “Does your cock deserve to be inside me?”
   “I know it does… let me prove it to you.”
He always knew the right things to say that it surprised me he had never done any of this before.  He seemed so trained and subservient.  I moaned louder as he watched me.  Every vein in his member stood out like long slithering trails of burgundy.  I rubbed my nipples raw against the mohair fabric and stretched the hem down into my slick thighs to tantalize my clit with the material.  I was ready for him.

   I inched towards his engorged penis and circled the rosy head with my tongue.  He groaned as his eyes rolled back in his head.  Before he could react, I reached up to pull the bala down over his face once again.  I took hold of his member, feeling his thickness between my fingers and slowly slid him into my waiting mouth.  Inch by inch I took him in until my lips curled around the base and I had swallowed him whole.  I let him bump the back of my throat and tried not to choke on his girth.  Sliding up and down, my lips bathed him in saliva making it easy for him to slide through my hand as I twisted it around the shaft.  The depths in which I would suck him matched the intensity of his groans.  The louder they were, the more rapidly I bobbed on his dick.  My silky wetness began to drip down my thighs as I looked up at him hanging helplessly and I knew I needed him inside me then.

On hands and knees I arched my back and wiggled my ass in the air, keeping my legs together to ensure maximum tightness.
   “Come find me” I teased.  I giggled as I felt him poking through air and then into the padded flesh of my bum.  He tried again but this time got my inner thigh.  Third time was a charm as he rammed into me full hilt like a heat-seeking missile and let out a tremendous roar as he found me.  Using only his lower body and abdominal muscles he thrust into me as hard as he could.  I fucked him back, slamming my ass into his thighs and feeling him so deep I thought he could split me in two.  Our screams melded in air like a catastrophic melody.  My limbs went numb and somewhere deep inside me I felt a rumble of ultimate gratification.  I felt myself losing control as he pumped into me deeper and harder… and I loved every minute of it as I begged him for more.  Deeper… harder… deeper… harder… I just couldn’t get enough.  He felt so huge inside of me that I was surprised I could take all of him so well.  My throat burned from screaming and my breasts felt sore from the friction of the sweater rubbing against them.  They heaved towards my face and slapped my chin as he pounded into me with all his might.  Suddenly, an uncontrollable shiver swept over me branching from my neither regions out towards my toes and ending at my temples.  My entire body shook with seizures as I produced spasm after spasm of warm love juice.  The orgasm continued to ripple through me as he let out a sudden growl that was so loud I had to cover my ears.  He pumped me full of liquid fire as my body continued to twitch with aftershocks.  I was still cumming minutes later and lost count of the number of times he splashed my insides with his milky seed.  I tried to calm my tense muscles to release him but my grip was far too tight.  We stayed fused, gasping for our lives, afraid to break apart and sever the moment.  My heart was beating out of my chest and I could only imagine he had lost feeling in both his arms by now.  I felt a sudden rush of blood to my extremities and collapsed in a ball on the bed.  His slick cock glistened in the candlelight as I felt his sperm running out of me in a steady stream. 
Minutes later I regained my composure and fetched a towel from the nightstand.  I wiped the sin from our bodies until clean and exhaled in pure satisfaction.  Staring at his wool covered face and body and pondering over his masculine form made me wonder… should I really take him down so soon… or shouldn’t I?