The Pleasure Principle

 So last night I had my eager boy serve my dinner, pour my bath, bring me wine and chocolates and then lay out the equipment require for his subsequent bondage. He always looks rather sexy in his collar and cuffs which are suitably masculine in proportion and sturdy enough to ensure no escape. He does like a little bit of a struggle after all. I had not yet introduced him to the cane, and ample opportunity arose when he forgot to fetch all the padlocks that were required to secure him. We're both rather fans of security and in all it took 5 keyed-alike padlocks to secure the collar and cuffs, plus a further 4 identical locks to secure his chains. I decided it was best to keep him on his knees where he belongs and modified a hogtie to allow him movement enough to position himself but not able to stand. With his chastity device removed I do admit I had rather a lot of fun teasing him almost to the point of climax several times, just to watch him squirm.

And those who like the details: I chose a classic ensemble for the evening with my black silk neglige, satin corset and leopard print (of course!) stiletto heels. I would normally favour stockings, but having just emerged from my bath I did not want to ruin any of my more delicate silk affairs.

The further details of the evening will remain mostly the domain of myself and my boy. Needless to say I made him work hard on my pleasures before getting any of his own. Ultimately he was unable to resist temptation and climaxed against my express orders not to and has earned himself a nice half dozen stripes to his rear. We've certainly ascertained that is something he will be keen to avoid again in the future! The cane is not for play, only punishment.

Needless to say he is now back under lock and key in his chastity device and has earned himself at least a doubling of his previous imprisonment. It is of more than a little amusement that he smiled about it.