Originally posted to Bait and Switch, my column at Adult BackWash: Sunday May 26, 2002
Thick, solid oak the new dining room table stood on four legs and wasn’t likely to budge if a train hit it. If the legs hadn’t been detachable, it never would have fit through the doors and into the house. The moving men were glad to see the last of it. Chris’s Governess made sure to tip them and ask if they cared for a cold drink before they left. She made sure it was positioned exactly. She couldn’t have shifted it around herself after they had left.
The first thing she did was dust and polish the table. It was elegantly carved with swirls down four sturdy legs and more carving on the sides of the table. The top was perfectly smooth and flat. She admired the wood grain as she stroked and rubbed and polished the table. Little Chris was going to be surprised. She smiled down at her reflection in the tabletop. There was still a lot to do before little Chris came home.
First, she wrapped the tops of the table legs to prevent any scratching to them. Next, she attached the new restraints, one to each table leg. They were more like slave restraints than the usual lighter bondage she chose for Chris. Tonight Chris would wear her chains. This would be a night for his total submission and she would have full control over him. Already she could feel the dampness leaking past her lips, between her thighs.
In the freezer, she had a bag full of ice ready. She wasn’t sure quite how she was going to use it. It seemed a good idea to have it ready though. There were new toys and fresh washed old toys in the locked drawer. Everything was ready with nothing overly planned. She was free to do anything that came to her imagination.
At last! There was his key in the lock at the hall door. Quickly she covered the table with a white cloth, hiding the restraints from view. Now if she could only school her face not to reveal too much. It was going to be very difficult; she was looking forward to the night far too much to put it from her mind.
“Hello Governess,” Chris called out as he came in. He left the newspaper on the hall table, took off his shoes and came into the living room.
“Hello little man,” she reached up and tugged his hair to pull his face down for a kiss. “I made dinner tonight. You may set the table once you shower and change.”
“It smells great and I’m already hungry as a bear.” Chris smiled and kissed her back.
“Make sure you wash well.” she said unable to hold back a devilish grin.
“Ah, then you have planned something more than dinner for tonight. I’ll get ready quickly then, I wouldn’t want to miss any part of it.” Chris turned and headed to the bedroom.
She slapped his bottom with more force than her usual light tap. Chris turned back in surprise to look at his Governess. “Do hurry back little man.” She grinned up at him. He still looked a little bewildered as he left to shower.
She could feel the charge and the power flowing through her like electricity. Waiting was going to be a form of self-torture. Perhaps she would need a quick orgasm while she waited for her little victim. She sat on the couch, leaning back into the cushions. Raising her skirt and lowering her panties, she began stroking her fingers in a circle on her clit. Gently she pushed back the hood and rubbed the most sensitive part of her bud. Already so wet and so excited, in only a minute she felt her muscles tighten and begin their delicious contractions deep within her body. Her hips rose off the cushions as her bottom clenched and her hot juices gushed out. When she was over the last tingles and could pull her fingers away from her still sensitive clit she took her time wiping up all her wetness with a tissue. She could hear Chris in the bedroom, finished with his shower and getting dressed.
By the time Chris came out, she was ready for him. If her face was a little flushed, he didn’t say anything, though he may have suspected. She supervised while he set the table, watching his every move, enjoying the slight tension she could create in him this way. When he was finished, she allowed him to seat her. “Bring in the soup now Chris.”
Chris brought in the cream of potato soup, first hers and then his own. He stood by her chair a moment in case she required anything else. Then he sat and began eating too. “Its wonderful, Governess. You are becoming a very accomplished chef.”
“Thank you Chris. I’m especially looking forward to the dessert tonight. Its one of your old favourites done up in a new way.”
“I’m sure it will be wonderful, Governess.” Chris said. She smiled back. The rest of dinner went smoothly, with Chris serving each course.
“Now the only thing left is dessert Chris. Please clear the table and make coffee for me in the kitchen. I will bring the dessert in myself when you are finished.”
Chris left taking dishes with him. He made a second trip and then the table was bare but for the cloth. His Governess gathered up the cloth and carried it to the bathroom where she put it in the laundry hamper. In the bedroom, she quickly changed to a long, deep red, sheer negligee. She checked her face, teeth and hair and was back in the dining room just as Chris brought in her coffee in one of the fancy china cups and saucers she liked. He didn’t notice the table. He was a little distracted by his Governess’ appearance. She smiled at him over the rim of her cup as she sipped.
“I’m beginning to think I may be in for more than a nice spanking tonight. You just gave me one of those ‘cat that ate the cream’ smiles of yours. Usually that means you have some devious plot afoot for your long suffering little boy, Governess.”
She smiled politely, “It’s very good coffee little Chris. Did you notice the new table? It was just delivered this afternoon.”
She watched his face as he finally saw the restraints, enjoying the way his jaw dropped slightly as the blush blossomed in his cheeks. She laughed. “While I get the dessert you are going to strip completely and lie on your back on top of the table. See if you can find a comfortable position.” She left him standing there; looking like the rug had just been pulled out from under him. Already her own mind was spinning with new ideas and ways to enjoy her little submissive man tonight. She took her time finishing her coffee, wanting Chris to have lots of time to think and feel his submission settling over him. Just knowing he was out there with that table, probably wondering and a little worried had her very wet all over again. The knowledge that he would obey and would be lying naked on the table waiting for her was making fire race through her body. The submission of her big strong man never failed to excite her. Thinking of how she would take such pleasure in putting him in the restraints was making her breath come a little faster.
The chocolate pudding was in a large mixing bowl with the thick wooden spanking spoon on top as a serving spoon. She set the bowl by Chris’s naked hip and stroked him there. “Good boy,” she whispered. She wanted to start out gentle and reassuring before she let her creative powers have free range. Besides she had all night and the weekend too if he could last that long.
Her fingers trailed gently down his hip, and along his leg. She brought the first of the restraints up where he could see it. She allowed it to twist at the end of its chain while he watched. Then she opened the metal cuff and encircled it around his ankle. The metallic click as it snapped shut brought another bit of dampness to her already very damp pussy. Chris was a little anxious; this was quite beyond their regular teasing and pleasing sort of games.
Quietly but not without some showmanship she closed the chains and manacles around his other ankle and his wrists. When she was finished she leaned over him and kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue between his lips and teeth and sliding her tongue over his. Teasing it into her own mouth gradually and sucking on it. When she had enough of kissing him, she bit his tongue. Chris gasped in surprise and a bit of pain.
“Let me help make it better,” soothed his Governess. She scooped up a glob of pudding on her finger and pushed it into his mouth. Chris sucked on her finger, like a good little boy. She stroked his tongue with her finger, watching his face as she began to try catching his tongue between her fingers. Chris moved his tongue to avoid her fingers but of course, there was only so far he could move inside his own mouth. When she caught him, she held his tongue, gently pinching it between her fingers. After a minute, she let him feel her thumb nail just a little roughly scratching his tongue.
“How about some more dessert my little man?” Taking the paddle from the pudding, she carefully and thoroughly licked it clean of pudding. Then she slid the paddle between his thighs. “I’ll just save this for later.” She laughed. Using her fingers, she spread pudding over Chris’s nipples. Climbing on the table, she sat astride his hips. Allowing her legs to open wide enough for Chris to see her wet pussy she opened her negligee to make sure he had nothing to block his view. She coated his growing cock with pudding. Laughing and teasing him for being such a naughty boy.
She took as much of his five and a half inches of pudding coated cock into her mouth as she could. She enjoyed having his thickness slippery with pudding inside her mouth. She used her lips to clamp tightly around him while she sucked him deeper into her mouth. Chris groaned while she ran her tongue over and over his shaft. Stroking his balls she waited until he began to tighten the she stopped suddenly, knowing he was desperate to have her finish him. Sitting back, she watched his face, seeing him grimace in pleasure and need made her squirm herself. Her hips ground into his, she considered allowing him a free hand to send her over the edge. But that would spoil the game. Instead, she opened the lips of her pussy with one hand then moved up on his body to sit astride his belly. She let her pussy remain open on the skin of his belly. Swishing her hips she could feel his shuddering breathes on her inner lips and clit. She moaned in pleasure, sliding her hips over and over him, up and down on his belly until she was at the edge of an orgasm herself. Inserting two fingers, she rubbed her clit and brought herself over the edge. As she came, she watched Chris, helpless under her, knowing he was feeling every bit of her second orgasm of the evening.
She laughed, “Feel a bit left out do you little man?” Sliding back along his stomach until she could feel his throbbing cock pressing against her bottom, she began licking, sucking and biting his nipples. Enjoying all the pudding she had spread on them.
His cock was pumping against the cheeks of her bottom when she finally cleaned him of pudding. “Your turn little man, how lucky I used the light pudding, it would be an awful lot of calories.” Grinning down at him, she raised her hips and pulled her negligee up over her hips. Settling on his body again, she let the negligee slide from her arms, down to the floor. She watched it float to the ground before turning her full attention back to Chris. Chris was starring at her naked body, pushing his cock firmly against her bottom and breathing in shallow gasps. She smiled down at his strained look while she slowly painted her nipples with pudding.
Chris watched, not taking his eyes from her. Governess stretched up and brought her nipple to his face. She was so close he could nearly reach her nipple with his lips. “Open for me little man,” she whispered. Chris opened his mouth and she let her nipple push between his lips. “Suck me.” She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her little submissive pulling her into his mouth, stretching her nipple and making both of them tight and hard. When she pulled out of his mouth his lips smacked together. She laughed at him. Before she let him clean the other nipple, she swirled her finger in the chocolate pudding, running it around and around the tight nipple. Leaning it down for his waiting mouth, she whispered, “Lick me and you may have a treat if you do a really good job.”
Chris licked her nipple with his tongue. Chris worked to lick off all the pudding as quickly as he could. Governess could feel how ready he was to come. She knew he would soon come with or without her permission. So she hopped off him and left him there, laughing at his twitching cock.
He was still there, cock not as hard, when she came back in with the hot soapy water and wash cloth. Without looking at his face, she washed all the remaining stickiness of the pudding from his nipples and cock. Attaching a little Canadian flag to his straining cock, she left without a backward glance.
Fresh from the shower she wore a towel around her hips and hair and flipped on the TV. Chris could see her just as she could see him if she turned her head a little. The sight of her bared breasts was already having an effect on his flagpole. She giggled watching the flag rise again. She had decided to pace herself a bit more. To take her time and see what other ideas occurred to her as she lingered. The key to the toy drawer was in her hand. There was no reason to rush.
She took her time finger combing her hair to dry it. Chris liked the way it curled when it was damp. The smell of the lemon and ginger shampoo was on her hands now. He would like that too. But first, something more would have to be done to his poor flagpole. The poor little man was making the oddest little whimpering noises. Not that she couldn’t stay here leisurely enjoying his discomfort for an hour or so. Dispassionately she wondered just how wet a woman could become before she had an orgasm without any other stimulus.
She stalked over to her helpless victim; removing the towel from her shoulders and letting the other loosen from her hips. It fell to the floor as she stood at his side, watching his face.
“Please let me come Governess. I really need to come.” begged Chris.
Without speaking, she wrapped the towel around the base of his cock. Taking the flag from his very erect cock, she put it safely on the side of the table. His cock felt warm and pulsing as she wrapped her fingers around it. Her thumb rubbed his tip, spreading precum over him. Once he was lubricated, she slid her hand up his cock, gently pulling on him from base to tip and back again. When his hips began bucking on the table and her pussy was leaking between her lips and thighs she said, “Come for me little man, come now.”
“Good little man, I bet that feels much better.” She patted his head while his cock spurted, splattering his belly, legs and the table. Quickly she used the towel to clean up, making sure not to let any remain on the table. “Perhaps I should have put down newspaper for you my little messy puppy.”
She left Chris to toss the towels into the washing machine. She came back, opened the toy drawer and brought out the gag Chris had picked out himself just the week before. While he was still enjoying the lingering effects of his orgasm, she buckled the gag on him. In her other hand she held neon blue nail polish which she held up for him to focus his eyes on. He tried to protest around the gag but of course, this was her night and he really had no choice. Not that she could have understood any of his muffled words anyway.
His struggles to avoid the polish were even more of a turn on than she had expected. Twice she stopped to play with her clit a little. His protests around the gag and pulling against the restraints were just too delicious for words. If she could rely on him not to stop she would sit and watch him while giving herself orgasm after orgasm all night. Even now, it was all she could do not to give in to the urge to let his cock fill her while she pumped his struggling body and purred in pleasure. Bringing herself back to the present she quickly polished his toes and moved up to complete the look by giving his fingernails the same treatment. He had given in and was struggling less before she was finished the first hand. He probably assumed she had been kind and bought nail polish remover for him. He would be blushing deliciously when he had to go buy it at the store tomorrow. Assuming she decided to allow him off the table by then.
She used a dishcloth to wipe her pussy and brought it back to sit over his nose and eyes. Then she left him yet again. This time she made a blender full of fruit shake. She enjoyed some herself and then poured more into Chris’s baby drinking glass with the lid and straw attached. Removing the gag, she inserted the straw before he could say anything. “Drink this,” she said knowing he was unable to see around the dishcloth. Obediently he drank. “What a good boy you are,” She stroked his belly as he drank. She filled his glass again and then left him with it tucked between his arm and his body and the straw in his mouth taped there to make sure it didn’t slip out on him.
There was an old movie on TV; she watched it until she fell asleep. Sometime later, she awoke to hear a loud drumming noise. At first she had no idea what it was. As she became more alert, she realized it was Chris drumming his heels on the table. Quickly she came to the table, touching his shoulder so he would know she was there. She could see nothing wrong. She removed the dishcloth and pulled off the tape from the straw. She nodded at him to speak.
“May I be allowed to go to the bathroom Governess?”
“Hmmm, I don’t suppose you would like to use the bedpan?” Governess grinned down at him.
“No, please Governess, I would rather use the bathroom.” Chris asked humbly.
“Very well, only because you asked so nicely little man. When you are finished you may use one blanket and sleep at the foot of my bed.” She unlocked the chains as she spoke. “In the morning you will tidy yourself and serve my breakfast as usual. When your work for the day is done, you will prepare yourself to be explored from my table again. However, I think you will lie face down next time. I bought a new toy to try out on your bottom.” She gathered the restraints and locked them in the toy drawer. Then she smiled and left him to look after himself while she went to bed. “Good night Chris, don’t forget to wash the dishes.”