“Put your hands behind your back!” I snarl at my quivering young slave. When he immediately complies I snap that pair of shiny steel handcuffs on him, putting my delicious new boy-toy in bondage for the first of what will eventually be innumerable times. Brian makes a small sound of trapped, manic excitement at this, and I smile evilly again, skating my blood-red fingernails over the yellowing bruises so beautifully decorating his ass.
My slave moans and flinches at this and I snicker appreciatively. Then I also slide from hiding the belt I filched from Jim’s closet. An inch’s width of the finest black leather, this is over three feet long has been oiled to an exquisite suppleness. I thread it through the buckle to form a loop and snug this tightly about my fist. With its gleaming length
