He was being a naughty little bitch and he knew it. I certainly knew it; I have a cure for naughty toys. One evening, not a play evening, just an evening, I handed him a piece of paper that said go to the bathroom. He has privacy issues so this was puzzling to him but he went and like a naughty little bitch, he locked the door. A crappy interior door lock is short work for a thin screwdriver (I keep one on a hook in the hall - it’s a sadist thing). As I said it was a regular night so I was in my ratty jeans and a sweater. He was sitting there in the side of the tub looking surprised and a little pissed off. He almost got the word ‘what’ out before I crossed the room and smacked him. It wasn’t too hard, just enough to get his attention.

I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He made that sound I fucking love, it isn’t as good as the jingle of a collar but it certainly gets me wet. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly. I leaned over him and licked his lips. His mouth opened wider and the tip of his tongue darted out to touch mine. I allowed him to draw me into a kiss, softly at first but then I pulled his hair again, pulling him away from my lips. I put my hand on his shoulder pushing him down onto his knees. He had to spread his legs wide apart to squeeze between the tub and my body but he managed. He was beginning to breath harder and his hands automatically went behind his back. Naughty, yes, but well trained. I could have left the room and he would have stayed that way all night, he learned that lesson when we went over rule #16 - a little bitch’s comfort is of no concern, any position he cannot maintain on his own he will be bound into. He thought it would be fun and it was, for me, but he did learn the benefits of patients. Looking down at my sweet little bitch when he is being good always makes me feel a little more girlie than I like and often as not I use that as an excuse to be as I put it - a VERY sadistic piece of shit.

I stepped back from him, letting his hair go. I stood there just looking at him, making him wait. I put my hand back on his shoulder and pushed him towards the floor. He got the picture and bent forward. I put one booted foot against his neck and pushed him hard until he was inches above my other boot. These were a pair of my casual boots not my never leave the bedroom come fuck my boots. These were dusty and worn.

I felt him stiffen and pull back a little. I pressed harder, he winced and moved back down. The moment of hesitation when he warred with himself was sublime, but as so many times before he gave himself over to me and began to lick the top of my boot. It didn’t take long before he was doing it with real enthusiasm. He didn’t even seem to noticed I’d taken my foot off his neck. Looking at him on all fours watching him draw back and look to see if it was all clean, then, all on his own lean back down