/authors/boytoy/Recent content in BoyToy on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usThu, 27 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2006/04/27/the-ownership/Thu, 27 Apr 2006 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2006/04/27/the-ownership/<p>I walked up the path to the back of the house, the route I always took so as not to attract attention. Using the key I had been provided with I let myself in. walking to the cupboard in the corner I opened it and removed all my clothes and placed them inside, taking an unlocked padlock from inside the cupboard locked the door shoot. Now my clothes can only be returned by the owner of the key. I then made my way upstairs to the bathroom. Wash, dried and continued on to the main bedroom, there was a built in wardrobe with sliding doors. I walked to the end of the room and slid open the walk-in-wardrobe. I then reached in and pulled down a bag from a shelf and empted the contents on to the floor. </p>/stories/2004/03/30/the-footstall/Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2004/03/30/the-footstall/<p><strong>The Footstall</strong> by boytoy The Footstall by boytoy</p> <p>“Be a good little boy while I’m gone” was the last thing i heard as You padded out of the room to change.</p> <p>Not like there was much i could do anyway, considering my situation. After all, how much trouble could i get into while bound, gagged and blindfolded on my hands and knees to this footstool? If it wasn’t humiliating enough i was drooling around the ballgag, i was leaking profusely from my cock despite the fact Mistress had roped it and my balls up good and tight and tied them off to the front two legs of the footstool where my hands were bound with thick leather straps. my legs were strapped tight against the other two legs with similar straps. my ankle cuffs were connected by a short spreader bar, which was tied off to something unknown, since i could barely raise my ankles an inch off the carpet.</p>