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?

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Oh... Canada! (Story)

    I met Alexandre at a business meeting in Ottawa recently.  I was immediately attracted to his strong muscular frame, hauntingly blue eyes and authentic smile.  He looked to be in his early 30’s and loomed over me in height.  His cheeks dimpled as he introduced himself in his heavy French accent.  My body immediately went flush as I hoped he would not notice the singe of my burning palm as he gently grasped my hand to shake it.  I also noticed he was not wearing a wedding ring.  It struck me odd that some lucky gal had not snagged this fine specimen for herself.  He offered me the open seat next to him and pulled the chair out for me like a true gentleman.

    Throughout the meeting I tried desperately to focus, but I kept finding myself searching Alexandre’s face.  I memorized his mannerisms, noticed his perfectly white teeth when he laughed, and watched as wisps of dark hair hung in stands about his face tickling his temples.  His eyes would periodically catch mine and burn deep, forcing me to blush and look away embarrassed.  It was then I noticed him doing little things to try and grab my attention.  He doodled on his ledger and wrote little notes on the folding pad placed between us about his boredom with the presentation.  I felt like a child again as he tried his best to make me laugh, forcing me to keep my hand cupped over my mouth to prevent any laughter from escaping.  I enjoyed his humor, but when it came time for him to discuss a few issues, he was all business.  I was impressed listening to him speak.  He spoke intelligently as his French and English words fused together eloquently making my thighs melt.  My hands raced to adjust my tight black skirt just for an excuse to assess the moistness of my panties.  After he had finished his speech he sat down beside me and scribbled something onto the pad.  Was I too boring?  I jotted back my response explaining just how impressed I was.  I watched as he read the note and held back an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.  It read all over his face as his lips pursed to hold back an ominous smile.  The tables had turned now as I felt his gaze upon me constantly and every so often I would shift my eyes to catch him.  Looking up from under my long eyelashes and curling my lips in a playful smile.  I started doing little things to tease him.  I moved about in my chair just enough to raise my skirt up a few inches to reveal the scalloped lace edge of my stocking and long satin string of my garter belt.  I grasped the large wool collar of my black cabled turtleneck and rubbed the soft fabric against the satiny skin of my neck and cheeks.  I bit the end of my pen and caressed my wet lips with it, running it back and forth… back and forth… until finally inserting the tip into my warm mouth.  I believe he picked up on my subtle hints, for the numerous shifts in his chair led me to believe I was doing my job well… and not the one I had been sent there for.  As the meeting was drawing to a close, I watched him scribble one last thing onto the pad.  “Would you like to have a drink with me after this?”

 “Oui” I wrote back.

    Since I did not know my way around Ottawa that well, he offered to drive and picked me up at the front door.  It was just starting to rain so he exited the car and shielded me with his jacket before opening the door and helping me into my seat.  Once inside, he asked if I was okay with stopping by his apartment so he could throw on a quick change of clothes.  Since I was not usually partial to the suit & tie look on a guy, I was more than willing to allow this.  We arrived a little after 5:00 at his stark yet tastefully decorated bachelor pad.   I walked around his living room, thumbing through his CD and DVD collection and taking note of what we had in common as I waited patiently.  I looked to the tables and walls at family photos but none of what I would consider to be his significant other.  I searched for traces of a female presence in his bathroom.  No makeup or toiletries or even an extra toothbrush.  As I paced past his bedroom door, I noticed his large open closet and what appeared to be a men’s crew-neck Icelandic sweater.  I called out to ask if he was decent and when I got the all clear I ran to the hanging garment.  It was the only one like it as I inspected his other wears, and it was beautiful.  It was black with the typical Nordic pattern along the top trimmed in white and grey.  The texture was so soft that I almost could not resist rubbing it upon myself. 
  “I love this” I exclaimed.  I held it to my face and breathed in its scent deeply.
  “You want me to wear this?” he questioned.  When he saw the giant smile plastered on my face he obliged by removing the previous shirt and letting the baggy wool slide down over his lean body.  At that moment I got a small glimpse of his hard abs and defined chest which sent me swooning.  The sweater hung loose about his torso and arms but his broad chest and tone muscles were still accentuated. 
  “You like?” he asked while showing off his physique.  I made it known that I approved very much. “We match with sweaters now, but I am afraid I don’t look half as good as you do in one” he joked.  However, he could not be more wrong!

    He took me to a small pub just outside Gatineau.  The conversation flowed very easily between us and we chatted for two hours straight before we were aware of the time. We agreed there was an eerie feeling as if we had known each other a long time before this.  He told me how he was born and raised in Quebec and I was very impressed when he told me about his old hockey playing days.  I asked him about his relationship status and he told me he had been single for quite a while now.  He explained how he had been in some serious relationships but realized just how toxic they were and now he was waiting for the right woman to come along. He told me how he was raised to be a gentlemen and he was not about sleeping with tons of women simply just to do so.  He was living life to the fullest but admitted that it did get lonely from time to time with no one there to share it with.  He was passionate in stating he wanted to be loved for who he was and not what he had to offer.  I sensed the fact he needed to hear a bit of appreciation so I decided to please his ego just a bit.  I remarked on how I was impressed to find such a lovely sweater hanging in his closet and how attractive it looked on him. He beamed from ear to ear. 

  “You really have a love for this sweater” he laughed.  It was then that I explained my affinity for fuzzy things and my fetish for sweaters.  Assuming he would think me strange, I attempted to explain, but he assured me he could understand the attraction. 

  “It is not something you hear of everyday” he admitted.  “…but if all women looked as good as you do in a sweater, than perhaps I too shall develop your fetish” he said as his hand brushed over my knee.  Whether an accident or on purpose, the instant effect sent shockwaves through my veins.  I think he felt the same. 

  “I am really glad to have met you and have really enjoyed myself tonight” he kindly smiled as his gorgeous blue eyes stared deep into mine. 

  “Then why should the fun end?” I boldly responded. 

Seriousness washed over him as he finished the last of his beer and whispered “Where are you staying tonight?”

  “I originally planned on driving back to New York, but it’s late and I hate driving in the dark so…”

  “Stay with me” he pleaded, mingling his fingertips with mine.

I took one last sip of my drink and leaned towards him, brushing my lips against his ear and whispering “Go get the car…”

    The drive back to his apartment started off awkward as we sat in a state of silence.  We both knew what we wanted to happen but could not get there soon enough.  He sped through slick rain-covered streets in a fury to get us there.  I didn’t want to break his concentration as I switched on the radio to dispel the quiet.  Only minutes after did he set the knob to off and begin confessing his intentions.

  “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me.  This is not something I normally do.  I just feel so comfortable around you.  From the moment I saw you this morning I was hypnotized and I swear I have never felt such a strong desire for a woman in my life.  I’m sorry, I just have to be honest here because…”

  “Shhh” I hushed putting my finger to his lips.  “You don’t need to explain.  If I did not think you were a decent man, I wouldn’t be here now.”

I unbuckled my seat-belt and turned to him, running my hands over his wool covered chest.  My hands covered every inch of his sweater and then proceeded lower and lower until my fingertips hit the edge of his waistband.  I heard him swallow hard as he anticipated me touching the bulge that was now prominent in his jeans.  Being the tease I am, I skipped past it and massaged his thigh with one hand while the other traced the incline of his neck. 

  “I don’t want you to think I just do this with anyone either.  You’re special Alexandre, know why?  Many men would love nothing more than to be with me, and tonight, you have that privilege.  I could choose any of them if I wanted, but I want you.  Any two people can make a spark, but it takes the right two to create an inferno.”

     In a few short moments we reached our destination and he helped me up the stairs to his second floor loft.  Once inside, he turned to lock the door.  Immediately following he came up behind me, grabbed my hips, and forced me to him.  I could feel his hard member pressing into my buttocks.  His lips attacked the length of my neck as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh.  His hands found their way to my chest as he kneaded my sweatered breasts within them.  My hands reached up to undo the hairclip and bobby-pins that held my long hair atop my head.  It fell in a cascade of loose curls and he buried his face within it, sucking in the sweet smell of honeysuckle and lavender.  I could hear him begin to groan as I rocked my hips into his lower region and he responded by slowly lifting the bottom of my skirt, parting my thighs, and reaching around to find the sweet soaked valley of my satin panties.  His fingers found the outline of my swollen clit through the fabric and he tenderly massaged it until I began to scream out in rapture.  Another minute of it and I would have came, but thankfully I felt his breath upon my ear as he whispered “Come with me to bed” in his intoxicating accent.

    Like walking on clouds, he led me by hand into the bedroom where we were immediately bathed in moonlight streaming in from the tall arch windows.  His fingers ever so gently grasped my chin to tilt my head up towards his.  He stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity before placing the first fiery kiss upon my lips.  It took the breath out of me completely.  I softly moaned as he pressed deeper into my mouth and felt my toes curl instantly.  I instinctively reached for the waist of his pants, unbuttoned them, and attempted to force them down so I could take hold of his protruding manhood through his briefs.  He kicked the jeans to the side before lifting the back of my skirt.  His strong hands grasped and forced my plump ass to him as he ground himself into my aching wetness.  He broke our series of long lingering kisses to nibble on my earlobe before reciting sentences in French which made me gush and shiver with desire.  I didn’t care what he was saying; I just know it sounded good.  His arms worked to remove my bra, but before he could remove my sweater I stopped him. 

  “No, leave it on.  I want to show you just how good sweater sex can be.”  He laughed a little before I grasped his hands in mine and forced them onto my sweater clad body.   

  “Now… really feel me” I ordered.  I could feel the tickle of every thread as he blended the thick wool and my skin together as one.  My nipples became swollen as the fabric brushed past them vigorously.  The soft texture set my flesh on fire and my head flung back in a moan of ecstasy.

He crossed his arms in attempt to remove his own sweater, but I stopped him mid-pull.

  “Keep yours on too” I smiled.  He flashed me a grin before returning to my mouth for another series of burning kisses.

His fingers became tangled in my hair before sliding their way down my torso to finally unzip my tight skirt.  As it hit the floor he looked at me and said “I want to taste you.  Let me please you for as long as you wish.”

  “That is exactly what I wanted to hear” I sighed. 

He placed his fingertips under the lace strings of my thong and pulled them to the ground.  He ran his warm hands up and down my smooth black stockings before returning to me once again for a long drawn out kiss.  He supported my back as he laid me upon the bed, pressing himself on top of me and making sure to cover every inch of my body with long wet kisses.  His lips left a trail of fire from my neck all the way down to my navel before he stopped and ran his finger over my wet slit.   He touched and teased my inner thighs and vulva before burying his tongue deep within my pussy.  He ate me for what seemed like hours.  Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss had his face flooded with my love juices.  He knew all the spots to hit to make me squirm.  My limbs became weak and my mind went fuzzy after awhile.  Knowing he probably needed a break as well, I instructed him to lie next to me and rest.  He was extremely tender as he held me close and I licked his lips clean of my residue. 

    The term whispering sweet nothings took on a whole new meaning as he recited French lines to me while his fingers dipped deep inside me, bringing on a new series of violent reactions from deep within.  Without provocation, his opposite hand slipped from under me and up around my wool collared neck applying adequate pressure to make my lungs work for air.  The fact I had never revealed my fondness for erotic asphyxiation led me to wonder how he had tapped into that portion of my mind.  The thought of our desires feeding off of one another and literally reading each others thoughts sent me over the threshold.  I could not control the screams or the shuddering of my body as I flooded his fingers with my silken cream and watched as it ran down his palm in liquid beads. 
  “I want to be inside you” he whispered.
  “Oh, no no, I haven’t returned the favor yet.”
I flipped myself on top of him, grinding my hips into his erect form.  I bent forward to place a sweet kiss on his cheek and pressed my hands firmly into the intricate stitching of his sweater.  I ground the fibers deeply into him, filling every pore with pure wool perfection.  I allowed my hands to slide underneath, sending electric currents as my velvet touch made contact with his muscular frame.  I ran the sweater up and down his torso while my ass bounced on his contained member.
  “Can you feel that?” I asked
  “Yes… yes… yes…” he repeated as deep guttural groans took over his soothing sighs.
   
    I inched my way down to the floor and planted my knees firmly as I tugged at the dark colored briefs that clung to his magnificent penis.  As I pulled them off I noticed how chiseled his pelvic muscles were and gasped as his large cock sprung forth from the constraining fabric.  It pulsed with life as I traced a large vein up the shaft.  I took it firmly in my hand as he called out in a foreign tongue.  In slow-motion I stroked him from base to head listening to the sounds escaping the back of his throat.  My lips circled his balls with feathery pecks which followed the same path up the shaft and to the tip.         

   “Please… put me in your mouth” he coaxed as his hips thrust towards the warm opening.  Knowing full well that’s what he wanted, I decided to stall a bit and introduce him to a new pleasure.  Placing his cock between my sweatered tits, I jerked his dick between them and watched as he writhed in blissful torment.

  “Oh my god that feels good” he bellowed as I looked up to see sweat pouring from his brow.

  “I told you I would show you how fun sweater sex could be.”

    Realizing he was drastically close to the edge, I released him and watched him bounce around as the blood pumped through the shaft turning his head a dark shade of purple.  To keep things steady, I first inhaled his balls into my mouth one by one, flicking the fleshy sacks and massaging them between my fingers as I continued upwards.  I painted lines up and down the length of his cock with the tip of my tongue before circling the sensitive head.  Listening to his moans turn to animalistic growls, I obliged him by sucking the head a while before taking him all in.  I bobbed up and down on his impressive rod before letting him really reach the back of my throat.  I gagged the first few times, not used to his girth, but forced him back in to violate my tonsils.  My well lubricated hand slide in succession with my lips pressed tight.  His hips bucked in unison and before he had a chance to blow I quickly removed him.  This continued on for some time and he loved every moment.  Sweet torture I applied again and again until he was begging to fuck me.

    When he could take no more, he reached down and cradled my ass in his arms lifting me into his lap.  Our scarlet lips battled ferociously before I grasped his thickness and impaled myself on his stiff pole.  In one synchronized movement we were finally one.  Our correlating groans of penetration pierced the night air.  My hips rocked back and forth in perfect rhythm feeling myself become completely filled by him.  I pushed him back upon the bed and worked my middle to grind him in as deep as he could go. I would glide upwards on him slowly while clenching him tight with my vaginal muscles.  My speeds varied to match his moans.  Like a reward, the louder he got the harder I rode him. I lifted my sweater to revel my full bouncing tits and leaned over his face, forcing one nipple into his hot mouth.  His hips furiously slammed into me as I smothered him with one breast and then the other, making sure both got equal attention.  His arms encircled my waist forcing me down harder on his cock.

  “Oh yes baby” he repeated over and over until I grabbed him by the throat and placed my lips to his ear and demanded “Call me your queen.”

    In one fluid movement he tossed me aside and stood firm on the floor.  He poked my ass with his cock before allowing me to arch my back and allow him entry from behind.  He fucked me with hard deep thrusts causing his balls to knock into my slick thighs.  He was like an uncaged beast savagely tearing into his prey.  Unsure of his intentions, I felt his hands leave my hips and come up to the neck of my sweater.  He unfolded it and stretched it over my face, covering my entire head.  He grasped the material in the ball of his fist which made it taut against my face.  I could feel the excitement building inside me.  I screamed out his name over and over again hoping the feeling would never end.  I could hear him grunting “Take it my queen… take it…” as my cries shot through the room.  With a tremendous shudder my body went into convulsions.  My limbs locked and I felt a strong gush leak out onto his manhood.

  
    With a satisfied groan he removed his member, dripping with my sugary juices, and came to lie behind me on the bed as I collapsed in a ball.  With no hesitation he lifted my leg and entered me once again.  He again pulled the neck up, this time just enough to cover my mouth, and placed his hand around my neck.  He pumped in long deep strokes allowing me to feel his entire unit and experience every inch.  Again he spoke in another language to lull me under his spell.  As his thrusts became harder and deeper, I could not help but cry out.  He inserted three fingers into my mouth for me to suck on.  His free hand fondled my sweater tits.  I reached down between my parted legs and manipulated his balls as he fucked me.  I felt them grow tight as I again shot another hot spasm all down his shaft.  He called out in a thunderous groan and I knew he was ready to cum.

  “Please… not yet” I begged.

  “Can you take more of me my queen?”

  “Yes, give me more” I ordered rolling on to my back and spreading my legs wide for him.  I toyed with my clit, rubbing it and watching him jerk his cock before me.  As his tongue leaned in to invade my mouth, I felt him push into my tight hole once more.  He stared straight into my eyes as he tore my pussy apart.  With every pump I felt him stretch me wide and stimulate every nerve ending previously untouched.  My hands roamed his flexing sweatered muscles and slid the soft wool up and down his drenched body.   Our screams led to a shouting match that we could not control as our voices beckoned the sweet agony of release.  Hearing him brought me to the very peek and I burst in a puddle of watery sin as seizures paralyzed my body and drained me of all life.

   Just as I caught my breath he called out that he was about to cum.  He pulled out frantically, threw me to the floor and ripped the sweater from my back.  In rapid haste, he tied the loose ends around the base making him a thick fuzzy cockring.  I watched his balls rise in anticipation and was mesmerized by watching him jerk himself with my sweater.  I opened my mouth and readied myself for his big load.  After a few demonic grunts and a string of expletives, he unloaded a stream of thick hot sperm onto my face, into my mouth, and onto my breasts.  I tilted my head allowing him to smoothly run down the back of my throat, admiring the exotic taste of his ejaculation.  He collapsed with perspiration flowing and I watched him glisten in the moonlight as his chest heaved attempting to catch breath.  He reached for me, planting romantic kisses all over my fevered skin. 
As he held me in his arms later that night he began to laugh.

  “What is it?” I asked.

His baby blues twinkled like stars as he replied with the brightest smile “You were right… sweater sex IS fun!”