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

Originally posted to Adult BackWash, May 04, 2002  

chris woke up with a very stiff back and very painted toes. The neon blue colour looked a little sickly this early in the morning. Shoved in beside his arm and side was the pink teddy bear his Governess made him sleep with. chris wasn't looking forward to peeling himself off the table this morning. Usually his Governess allowed him to follow her to bed when she decided she had tormented him enough. Experimentally chris lifted one leg as much as he could with the cuffs chaining him to the table legs. He felt glued to the table. His nose was itchy but he didn't have a hand free to scratch. Hopefully this wouldn't be a Sunday morning when his Governess would choose to sleep in or read in bed. At some point she would want him to fetch the Sunday Star newspaper and make her breakfast. But chris needed to get up soon, very soon. …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash, April 24, 2002.

"Did you make the list little chris?"

"Yes, its right here."

"I better check and make sure you haven't forgotten anything. You did remember to write maxi pads and laundry soap on the list didn't you?" asked little chris's Governess with a wicked look in her eye. little chris knew how much she liked to make him buy her maxi pads. Even writing it on the list made him blush and feel very uncomfortable.

"Drink your milk like a good little boy while I look at your list." She swatted his bottom on her way to the counter. "Don't leave all these dishes unwashed before we go either." She sat down, putting her feet up on his chair so little chris was left standing with his milk. "As cute as you look in your underpanties you better think of something else to wear to the store ." She grinned. …more

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday April 22, 2002

Chris stood a little back from the wooden fence and watched the children walking to school. Most walked in pairs he noticed. Some carried lunch pails or books. Many had those backpacks slung over one shoulder. He was grateful they were too busy laughing and watching each other to notice the naked man tied to the clothesline in their neighbour's backyard. The fence with its thick, angled boards worked well to hide him. Chris sheltered behind the fence, knowing he was not invisible. He could feel the blush rise in his cheeks each time one of the kids looked in the direction of the fence.

If he stretched his neck he could just manage to see his Governess inside watching the early news with her second coffee. Unfortunately he had spilled the first pot, all over the bed, soaking the sheets. She ordered him to strip himself after he stripped the bed. As soon as he made a fresh pot of coffee, and served it properly, she instructed him to go outside exactly as he was. The locking collar was around his neck, a chain of paper clips were threaded through the ring in the collar and then around the clothesline. The paperclip chain was a test of his obedience. Of course, he could "escape" any time if he chose to. But that was not the point nor was it what he really wanted. He wanted his Governess' control, her dominance, sometimes she found ways for him to prove to himself (and show her of course) just how much he wanted it. …more