We, well actually I, decided to play "tie-up." Timmie was quite excited about it and quickly got naked as I instructed him to do.

We used one of the tall wood kitchen chairs. The first thing I did was to tie his wrists behind him around the back of the chair. Then rope around his chest also to the back of the chair. He struggles hopelessly, how cute. Next comes the gag. An old sock (clean of course) is wadded up and stuffed into his mouth. I held it in place with a bandana tied around the back of his head.

"Comfy?" I ask. "Mumph!" said Timmie.

Next I had him rest his feet on the cross pieces of the chair. Rope is wrapped around his ankles and under his feet to hold them tightly to the chair legs. More rope is tied around his legs just below his knees and secured to the back legs of the chair. Another piece pulls his legs tight against the chair and is secured to the front legs. About the only thing Timmie can do now is wiggle his toes. I solved this problem by tying two thin lengths of rope around his big toes. The right toe I tied to the left chair leg and the left toe to the right chair leg. This pulled his big toe away and up from the others, Timmie screamed, but with the gag in his mouth it came out as more of a high pitched "MMUUUUMMMPH!!!" Timmie was quite immobile.

His little cock was stiff and sticking straight up. I began to gently fondle it.

"Mumph mumph mumph" Timmie said. I put my head between his legs and began to suck on it. I felt his warm little body tense. I knew he was enjoying it. I sucked harder and bit it. "MMMMUMMPH!" (Oops I guess I bit a little too hard.)

More sucking and biting (not quite as hard this time).

"Mumph mumph mumph." He must really like this. But I don't want to reward him just yet. Gotta save that for the end. So I stop just short of him creaming. I wipe the pre-cream from his pee pee and pat him on the head and kiss his cheek.

"Timmie" I tell him, "I have to go to work now. I'll see you tonight to untie you." His eyes widen in total horror.

"MUMPH??!!!"

"Oh don't worry I won't be too late. Probably around 10:00 or 11:00 depending if I get something to eat or not"

"MUUMMPH?!! MUMPH!!! MUMPH!!! MUMPH!!!"

"Of course I don't mind letting you stay tied up all day." Timmie shakes his head "MUMPH!!! MUMPH!!!"

"No no don't be silly. Its no trouble at all." More head shaking, faster this time.

"MMMUUUUMMPH!!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMUUUMMMMPHHH!!!!"

"My what a polite little boy you are today. You most certainly are welcome." High pitched "MMMMMUMMMPH!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh and as an extra added treat." I took two old socks, again clean of course and placed them over his eyes and secures them in place with another bandana while Timmie made lots of mumphing sounds. I didn't quite understand them but I'm sure they were something like "Oh Anna this is so cool."

"Well, Timmie I need to head out to work. If you need to go to the bathroom just hold it till I get back."

"Mumph mump mumph mumph mumph mumph" said Timmie quickly. Which probably meant something like "Don't worry. I only drank that Super Big Gulp an hour ago." "Good," I said "then you're all set. Enjoy you tie up and I'll see you in a few hours."

"MMMMMUMMMMPHHH!!!" came the high pitched reply. Which I'm sure meant "Have a good day at work and see you tonight. I'll be a good little boy so you can be proud of me when you get home."

I picked up my car keys to leave. "Mmmmmmuuummmph!!!" "Awwwww I love you to hun. Bye."

ABOUT EIGHT HOURS LATER............

I unlock the door to hear mumphing from the kitchen. The first thing I saw was a very exhausted Timmie still tied securely were I left him. The second thing I saw was a large puddle of pee on the kitchen floor.

"TIMMIE!!!" I scolded. "I thought I told you to hold it till I got back!"

"Muuumph" came the sad reply. I removed his gag.

With tears streaming down his little cheeks "I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I couldn't hold it. I'm sorry Anna I'm sorry. I tried to hold it but I couldn't. It just came out and I couldn't stop. Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry."

I put my arms around him and hugged him and kissed his tears away. "Would you like to be untied now?"

"Yes, please."

In a few minutes he was free and on his hands and knees moping up his pee with paper towels.

"I'm sorry Anna I'm sorry. Please don't spank me." I helped him to his feet and gently began to massage away the rope marks.

"I'm not going to spank you. But we must do something about your behavior young man." Timmie looked fearful.

"How about a nice long shower?" He grinned and hugged me. "Yes! yes! yes!"

I took his hand and lead him up to the bathroom. He was still stiff from being tied up all day but the red marks from the ropes were already fading. In the bathroom I pulled off my work clothes (This shower was as much for me as it was for him.) I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He stood patiently, his hands folded behind his back, his pee pee now soft and limp. He wiggled his toes in the bath mat and rocked up and down on the balls of his feet as I set out towels and shampoo.

I took his hand in mine and helped him into the tub. The water was warm and steamy. We both let out long sighs of pleasure as the water splashed over our naked bodies.

I use the body wash that smells like strawberries, Timmie's favorite. I start with his chest and watch that dreamy eyed expression come over him. He giggled as I ran my hands over his ribs. He is quite ticklish. I held his pee pee in one hand and gently washed it with the other, watching it stiffen as do so. Then suddenly he asked if I'd like for him to wash my hair.

"That's so sweet of you to ask" I said as I gave him a hug.

"Yes, I'd like that very much." He was very good at it. Almost as good as Brandon. His touch was loving and gentle. He even washed my back for me. I'm sure he enjoyed washing my butt almost as much as I enjoyed his touch.

"My turn to wash yours" I said when he had finished. "Turn around, go on turn around."

He gave me a dreamy eyed smile and obediently turned around with his hands at his side. His hair is so lovely. I know girls that would kill to have hair this soft. When I had finished with his hair I scrubbed his back and down his legs. I ran my finger between his butt crack and teased his little hiney hole. I felt his body tense and watched his toes curl and uncurl, reminding me of how my cat does that paw thing cats do when they are happy. I stood up turned him around, held him close and kissed him.

I helped him out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him and then one around myself. He starts to shiver so I hold his little body close to mine to warm him.

After we both were dry I sat him in my lap to brush his hair. I hugged him from behind. His skin is warm and soft and smells sweet. He snuggles close making little cooing noises of pleasure. Its difficult to stay angry at this lovely little creature.

I take him by the hand and lead him into the bedroom. He follows obediently.

"Its late" I tell him "I think we both need some sleep." Timmie yawns and stretches his little naked body.

"Yes, sleep" he says and climbs into bed. I lay next to him with my head on his chest listening to his little heat beat. Its beating so fast. I can feel his warm breath on my face. The heart beat slows and we both fall asleep.

I awake to the bright sun in my eyes and a little naked boy sleeping on his tummy next to me. I run my hand over his smooth hiney and he gives a soft sigh. I let my finger tickle his hiney hole then push it in. I feel it tighten around my finger and push it deeper. A little moan and he stirs a bit but doesn't wake. I look for something to fuck his hole and finally find a long candle. I spit on the bottom end and place it to his tight little anus...and shove it in. Timmie gasps and struggles. I sit on his back to hold him down and pump his ass with the candle. He struggle desperately, crying out, still half asleep not knowing were he is. Leaving the candle up his hiney hole I flip him over and start to suck his pee pee.

"Hold still! Little naked slave boy! I want breakfast." Timmie, now awake slips into his game mode.

"Yes, master. I will obey" (Master? Obviously from playing this with Brandon)

"I'm not you master. You will address me as Mistress. Show proper respect slave!)

Timmie giggles, "Yes Mistress, I will obey."

I began to rub his pee pee while he lay submissively making soft cooing noises, his toes doing that cat paw thing faster and faster as I rubbed him. Then I felt his little body tense and cream gushed from his pee pee onto his tummy.

"Ohhhh yes" he sighed. I laughed and licked his tummy clean and sucked his pee pee dry. I helped him up and huged him.

"You want breakfast hun?"

He nodded and like a good little slave followed me to the kitchen.

When he had finished his cereal I asked him, "Are you ready to be my little naked slave boy all day today?"

He grinned then got down on his hands and knees in front of me. "Yes, Mistress I am ready to serve you."

"I hope you mean that!" I said sternly. "I don't like slaves that disobey me. They are severely punished."

Timmie giggled. "Yes, Brandon punishes me when I disappoint Master Greg."

"But that's only a game" I said, still in my stern voice. "Today I want you to really be my little naked slave boy. I will really punish you if you disobey me or argue with my orders or fail in your duties as my slave."

His smile faided a little. "Brandon spanks me with the paddle when I need to be punished."

"You still think this is a game. I think you need to be punished just to show you this is for real. Bend over the chair and hold on to the seat. Hold on tight."

Timmie gave me a sweet innocent smile and obeyed. He didn't see my rideing crop on the table. I picked it up and gave him three quick licks to his bare hiney. He yelped in pain but held onto the chair. He even started to pee but quickly controlled it. I hadn't hit him that hard. Barely enough to raise welts. He looked at me in horror holding his hiney. Tears running down his cheeks. "The real ones will be much harder slave. Do you understand?" He quickly fell to his knees, his nose touching the floor.

"Yes, Mistress, I understand." Then he looked up at me, his face still wet with tears. "Please Anna, I'll be good. I'll be a good slave. Please don't hurt me again."