The door closes behind us and we're alone. I take you in my arms for a close embrace ... and place the collar around your neck. It has a strap connected to it, in back near the small of the back, and two wrist cuffs attached to that. I tell you to turn around and I place your wrists into the cuffs. I turn you around to face me and embrace you again, tightly, and kiss first one cheek, then the other, and signal you to do the same to me. You comply.
I grasp the back of your head, draw your mouth to mine, and kiss you, tongue probing, hard. "Tell me you're mine," I command.
"I'm yours," you reply.
I open your trousers, draw down your fly, and slide my hand down your belly, under your briefs, and gently take hold of your erect clitty cock.
"Tell me this is mine ... to do with as I please."
"Yes, yes, my clitty belongs to you!"
"You may call me Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy. My clitty is yours, Daddy."
I slide my hand to your ball sack. "And these, Boy, these are mine, too."
"Yes, Daddy."
I remove my hand and place both hands down the back of your briefs, massaging your butt as my hands explore every inch.
"You are mine, Boy. Mine. Your hard clitty tells me that you are mine. Now, you tell me. Tell me you are mine, completely."
"Oh, Daddy, yes! Please! Take me. I am yours!"
"Boy ... I will do anything I want to you anytime I want to. And, you will do everything I tell you to do anytime I tell you. Swear to that!"
"Yes, Daddy, I swear!"
"I know you can't shake hands ... so we'll seal this with a kiss. This is your last chance to cancel your promise. Your kiss will be your solemn vow."
I come closer and you move toward me. Our lips meet, our tongues intertwine, and you melt in my arms. You are Daddy's Boy, completely.
I begin to remove your shirt and T-shirt, sliding them down your arms until they meet the restraints. I take out a pair of handcuffs and place them on your arms, just above the shirts. I loosen the lower restraints and the shirts slide onto the floor. I pick them up, carefully fold them, and put them on the nearby table. I re-attach the restraints to your wrist and remove the handcuffs.
I slide your trousers and briefs down and remove them, leaving you completely naked. I fold them, too, and place them on the table. ... Then I return and begin to run my hands all over your body.
I draw you close to me.
"Oh, Sweet Boy. ... Yes!"
My hands are rubbing your butt, your taint, your balls, your clitty cock. "Your ass is so soft, so smooth. ... Come with me."
I lead you to a small, round table. "Bend over. Lay your chest on the table." You obey.
I release one of your arms from the restraint and tie it to one of the table's legs. Then I repeat the process for the other hand and tie your legs to the table's legs. You are immobile, completely at my mercy.
"Daddy ... please..."
Thwack! Thwack! I slap your ass hard.
"Silence, Boy! Silence!"
"Yes, Da ..."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"I said SILENCE!"
You open your mouth to complain, then think better of it.
"That's better. You'll learn..."
I remove an opaque mask and a ball gag from my briefcase and put them on you.
Without another word, I pretend to go out of the room, leaving you in silence.
You begin to squirm. The table begins to tip over, so you stop.
"Mmmmffff. Mmmmffff..." The ball gag makes it impossible for you to speak.
I wait. In silence. Until you stop trying to speak.