This Live Journal appears to be defunct but evenings of stories like this are to sweet to lose:
Soon I got up and went to the closet and pulled out a leather hood. I heard him made a small squeal of excitement when he realized what I had pulled out. He dutifully sat up and got in position to receive the hood. I slipped it over his head and laced it up so that it fit him nice and snug.
He lay back down on the bed ready to receive whatever I wanted to give him. I stood back and marveled at this delightful boy. He had no idea what I might to do him, but it didn’t matter. He is devoted to me. He will always open his mouth to receive a gag, present his ass to be spanked, give me his body to be restrained.
I pulled out the cuffs and some rope. Luckily the bed was king sized so I could stretch his arms out to either side and use the ropes to secure him to the bed frame. I deliberately said nothing to him. I wanted him to wonder what was coming, to obsess. He didn’t know what toys I had with me so he had no idea what was in store for him.
I had only packed a few toys, but it was enough. I pulled out the nipple clips and clamped on to each nipple. I pulled a bit on the chain that connected the clips and could hear murmurs of pleasure.
I was sitting next to him and forced his legs apart. I stretched my own leg over his and pushed is far leg away with my foot. This was enough to keep his legs apart. He only needed a gentle reminded to keep his legs apart for me. I pulled out a small, thin cane and started strike his inner thighs. I watched him squirm under me, his cock getting harder with each strike. Soon I started to tap his cock and balls.
He looked irresistible wearing the hood, tied up on the bed, stiff cock. I got on my knees and straddled him. I rubbed by pussy over his cock and whispered, “You want me, don’t you.” Even through the hood I could hear him exclaim, “Oh Yes!”
I teased him only a little bit longer until I allowed him to slip inside me. The truth is, I wanted him to.
As I lay in bed writing this, my boy is next to me. His wrists and ankles locked in cuffs and secured to the bed frame, a gag in his mouth. Occasionally I reach over and pet him and he purrs in delight.
We went into the room and shut the door