Boy Toy and I have been so busy lately, there simply hasn’t been any time for play. And maybe I’m wrong, but I have this notion that for him to be a happy Boy Toy, there has to be a minimum of it. I have noticed regular play has a positive effect on our relationship, it brings us closer together, creates this sense of intimacy, like we’re two naughty co-conspirators. Besides, I just enjoy playing with him. I love seeing how what I’m doing affects him. As I said earlier this week, it was time we play. I had been craving it for a while. At first, I was torn between two ideas. I had read something about food fetishism, and actually wrote a little something on it for the F-mag. I also read Blacksilk’s description of a certain position. I really wanted to have Boy Toy try this position, but the food thing was alluring, too, we had never done anything like it. We never did anything naughty in his kitchen, either, except a photo session once. We’ve joked about having sex on the countertop, but never did it. In the end, as smarmoofus suggested in a comment, I decided to do both: start with the kitchen, and end with the bondage position. So Boy Toy was to be my kitchen-bitch. I liked that. I figured we could try our hand, or tongue, at a little food play in the kitchen. The obvious choice, if you put aside things to penetrate various body cavities (that could be for another time), is whipped cream. I knew he’s not crazy about it, and I had something in mind, anyway. I asked one of my girlfriends what she would like to have licked off of her, and she suggested honey. Perfect! I ordered Boy Toy to wait for me naked. I arrived at his place and had him prepare us a drink. It was so hot at his place, I used this as an excuse to strip to my sexy black bra and undies. I sat on a high chair at the island countertop while he was preparing the drinks, and when he was done, I told him that while he was my kitchen-bitch, he would wear the cock ring. He hesitated but when I firmly said "Now!", he quickly got it out and put it on. When my kitchen-bitch was properly attired, I said “You know, we’ve never tried your kitchen”, looking pointedly at the bottle of honey I had left on the counter. He didn’t need any more prodding than that: he got me a big towel, laid it on the countertop and I promptly got rid of my underwear and laid down on it. Boy Toy attacked my honey-idea with much enthusiasm. He used a little stir-stick and started putting honey all over me, drawing a line from between my breasts to my Venus mound, then circling the nipples, making little lines on the breasts and then on my thighs, close to my pussy. I couldn’t help but laugh at how much honey he was spreading all over my body, since I had told him that if he didn’t do a good clean up job, there’d be a spanking. Which was exactly what I wanted to do, and the reason for opting for yummy, sticky honey. He started licking me with gusto, and at first was going pretty fast as some of the honey was dripping off me. That felt a little funny… but then he got to the nipples and I felt my pussy throb. When he got to the thighs… I couldn’t help but giggle and gasp. Every once in a while he’d give my pussy a teasingly quick lick, then go back to his cleaning job. Honey, it turns out, is quite hard to lick clean. Perfect! Once he thought his cleanup good enough, he directed his attention between my legs even though there was no honey there, at least not the type made by bees. Between his talent with his tongue and my arousal from the cleanup session, it didn’t take me long to buckle and moan. But I wasn’t done. I brushed my fingers lightly over the areas that had been sugared up, and sure enough, they were still sticky. I announced that I would have to spank him, and he protested, saying it was not possible to lick it any cleaner than this. I didn’t care. I told him he would have to assume the “spanking position”. This was new, so I had to guide him through. I ordered him to kneel on the ottoman (it is a backless couch, basically, and can serve as footstool; Boy Toy’s is almost as big as the couch itself). I had him spread his legs, and told him to bend forward until his face was lying on the ottoman. I then had him rest his arms between his legs… Quite the exposed position. Initially, I was thinking of binding him in this position, but I decided to play the psychological part and simply ordered him not to move. I believe this to make him feel more submissive, the only thing restraining him being his need to submit to my will. There is also the added advantage that if he does move, I can punish him some more. Evil, evil me. Once he had assumed the position, I fetched a butt plug and wooden paddle from the toy box and the lube from the bathroom. I got back to my waiting Boy Toy, and lubed the plug generously. As I started to insert it, Boy Toy jumped and exclaimed “I thought I was getting a spanking!” Now, this is hard, when he protests, because I’m never sure when I should stop or ignore his complaints and do what I want. Still, I pushed through. Very slowly, while playing with his cock and balls and checking constantly with him for fear of hurting him, but in the end, it was in. It was time for the paddle. I gave him a few good smacks on his butt cheeks, sometimes while playing with his cock. Then I abandoned the paddle and continued jerking him off. After just a few strokes, I noticed him breathing really hard so I let go and smacked him with the paddle some more, only to go back to jerking him off. This time, I was ready to bring him over the edge, which did not take long. Boy Toy gets oh so worked up when his owner uses him. Feeling a little bad for forcing the butt plug on him, I later asked him if I had punished him unjustly. He blushed and mumbled that no, I hadn't been unfair. That's a good Boy Toy.