Occasional Table

James took a moment to try and compose himself as he stood in Gemma's kitchen. He couldn't linger here for too long, but he needed at least a few moments in the relative refuge in a room where the window was covered and he was out of earshot of any command Gemma decided to issue him with on a whim.

Not being able to tell anyone about this was a disaster. Firstly, it was becoming increasingly clear Gemma planning on keeping him as her plaything long term. Secondly, he would have no way of explaining any way of explaining the embarrassing things she was making him do to anyone. So far she had kept her humiliation of him private, but he had a feeling that wouldn't last for long.

At least Gemma had allowed him the opportunity to choose which snack should be served to her from his naked body. Nothing messy obviously, but he also didn't want to get sent back so he needed to pick something she would be happy with. Looking through her cupboards it was mostly health foods, fruit and vegetables. That wouldn't be too bad. He was about to grab an apple when there was a call from the living room.

"What's taking you so long? Bring me a bowl of cereal now! And use plenty of milk!"

James sighed, a bowl of cereal had the potential to get messy if it became unbalanced. He wasn't sure yet if she was planning to eat it off his stomach or back. Either way wasn't great.

James poured some cornflakes into a blue bowl and filled it to about three quarters full with milk. It seemed the least amount he could get away with. He then brought it to Gemma who seemed happy enough with the serving.

"Okay James, get on your hands and knees. And remember, tables can't talk!"

James silently did as he was told. He was soon **** to look only at the ground but he could hear Gemma giggling and soon felt a cold sensation as the bowl was placed on the small of his back.

"Right, time for my cornflakes!" Gemma was speaking to herself as if James were a mere object "I hope I don't spill anything or make a mess or my table is going to get punished!"

James remained silent and kept himself as still as possible. Then he felt a hand slap his butt. He jolted a little, and felt a trickle of cold milk running down his back but thankfully the bowl had remained in place.

"Hmm, I've spilled a little milk. Maybe this table isn't as sturdy as it could be! I suppose I had better clean up a little!"

James felt a soft, warm, wet sensation on his back. He was pretty sure Gemma was licking him.

"Mmm, tastes good!" Gemma whispered seductively before licking some more.

James tried everything he possibly could not to, but found himself getting hard. He couldn't believe that having been enslaved, stripped naked, humiliated and treated like an object by this bitch that she could still make him horny.

He heard Gemma giggling above. James was fully erect now and there was no way she hadn't noticed.

"Well, well. I like a good hard table" she taunted "Lets see just how sturdy this one is!"

James then felt Gemma's fingers tickling his balls. He couldn't believe this was happening!