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.