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

Originally Posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday April 02, 2002

"Why should I choose you, little man?"

"I don't know Governess. I will do my best to please you, follow your orders and obey your commands."

"What's special about you?"

"I'm tall and strong, you would enjoy having me serve you, ordering me around and knowing I will obey you because I want to."

"Yes, that's very true." The Governess stepped closer to run her fingers through the hair of the athletic, tall man kneeling before her. "What else do you have, how would you seduce me?"

"Seduce you... I don't understand Governess. Can a sub seduce a Governess?" …more

Originally Posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday April 11, 2002

This is a story I had published a long time ago. I haven't had many published. I don't like to write the real icky porn that seems to sell. There aren't a lot of paying markets for other erotica.

Happy reading.

Cherry brandy, just the drink for an old virgin on her 'big night'. She laughed, lifting the bottle to her lips again. She was over thirty years of age and untouched, as they say in the old days when men were knights and pretended to follow a code of Chivalry. Her head was looser, only a little off kilter, pleasantly so. Her body felt as if it didn't fully belong to her wasn't fully under her control any more. That was probably a good thing. After all, how long was it healthy for a normal red-blooded woman to keep her virginity. What was the cursed thing for any way, but to lose or give away to the first good talker? …more