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.