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. …more

Collected for my column, Bait and Switch at BackWash. Will be fun to look for more. I'd forgotten about these.

"Many women believe that men are happier the more frequently they can have intercourse. This is not entirely accurate. What men truly enjoy is being aroused by their partner and remaining in an aroused state for a long period of time, while delaying orgasm as long as possible. This is a continuing theme of most of the best erotic literature, which in the story line, the woman is able to arouse a man, and keep him at a level just below that needed to achieve an orgasm. Women who have learned how to achieve this for their husbands generally have very happy husbands and solid long-term relationships." David Sebringsil

"We all enter this world the same way: naked, screaming, soaked in blood. But if you live your life right, that kind of thing doesn't have to stop there" - Dana Gould

"To play needs much work. But when we experience the work as play, then it is not work anymore." - Peter Brook

"Love well, whip well." - Benjamin Franklin

"Always make the audience suffer as much as possible." - Alfred Hitchcock

"The great object of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even though in pain." - Lord Byron

"Duty is not beneficial because it is commanded, but is commanded because it is beneficial." - Benjamin Franklin

"A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has not overcome them." - Carl Jung

"A thorn pricks you: It tells us the void is empty" - Zen Koan

"There are no gains without pains" - Benjamin Franklin

"Republicans understand the importance of bondage between a mother and child. - Former Vice President Dan Quayle

"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." - M. Kathleen Casey

"Think of three Things, whence you came, where you are going, and to whom you must account." - Benjamin Franklin

"It is certainly no crime to depict the bizarre ideas that nature inspires." - Marquis de Sade

"The only abnormality is the inability to love." - Anais Nin

"The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands." - Benjamin Franklin

"Most welcome, bondage, for thou art a way, I think, to liberty." - William Shakespeare

"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain." - Kahlil Gibran

"Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain." - Frank Herbert, from Dune

"The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure." - Marquis de Sade

"There's nothing either good or bad ... but thinking makes it so!" - William Shakespeare

"There is no terror in the bang ... only in the anticipation of it." - Alfred Hitchcock

"A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally." - Oscar Wilde

Originally posted to Adult BackWash, Bait and Switch column: Monday May 13, 2002

Deep in their little homes in the night sky the stars winked down, shining their light on Chris's bare skin. The room, lit by only star and candlelight, was soothing, peaceful. Chris was fast asleep on the floor. His chest rising and falling, his eyelids twitching as he dreamed little dreams.

Stepping over his body, which was in the way of the bedroom door, his Governess kicked off her pointy-toed shoes. The wretched shoes had been annoying her all day. Undressing, finally getting rid of the confining business suit and clingy nylons, she tossed them on the end of the bed. At last free of her corporate bondage, she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, enjoying the feel of her own muscles and noticing the little aches she had ignored until then. In only her panties and bra she dug in the drawer for her favourite shampoo and body wash. They weren't there. …more

Originally published to Adult Backwash Saturday May 11, 2002  

Chris gasped in pain and surprise as his body was shoved into the wall. The newspaper and groceries fell to the floor. He thought he heard something break. Someone grabbed his hands and securely fastened them in front of him. When he attempted to look back, he was forced to the floor, held down by someone sitting on him. The breath knocked out of him, he could only try to buck off his attacker.

"Stay!" He stopped at the stern command from his Governess. But his mind worked, trying to decide if she had any reason to be angry with him. He could think of no infraction of her rules. He had done all the dishes last night. He had swept the kitchen floor just this morning before leaving for work. Every room was clean and tidy. He hadn't missed a morning bike ride or eaten anything fatty for lunch in ages. He certainly had not shown her any kind of disrespect. …more

Originally published on Adult BackWash,  May 08, 2002  

tom was tired and hungry, the day had been cold and wet. He spent most of it outside in line to get the theatre tickets his Governess had requested. Now all he wanted was a hot shower, dinner and a snuggle of appreciation from her sometime before bed. She might even have dinner ready for him tonight. No matter how submissive he became he still liked some of the dominant "cave man" ways. Walking in and smelling dinner waiting gave him that feeling of coming home to relax after work.

He was taking off his rain soaked coat when his Governess came out, not from the kitchen as he had hoped but from her office in the spare room. "Did you get the tickets tom?"

Not even a hello first, tom grumbled to himself, "I got them." He held them out to her, noticing for the first time their slightly soggy texture. One was so damp it folded over limply on his hand. He frowned at the tickets, "I'm sure they will be fine once we dry them a bit. Its really wet outside." …more