interesting reactions and breaking toys

So I haven't yet felt it would be necessary to write down what I do with the little bitch boy, mostly because they aren't firsts, they are good fun, I enjoy myself, but nothing special happens or happened yet, so I suppose I don't want to bore you all and make you run and never come back to read my blog ever again. But. Yes there is now a but, reason why I'm writing this because I got some interesting feedback followed by some very interesting reactions.

After he had better things to do than seeing me last week I told him that that will have consequences, cancelling on me is something you just don't do. So I said that the next time I see him he gets punished, with the cane. Further he was not allowed to cum. After a few days I extended this to not allowed to touch or play. After a few days, that was Sunday I think, he asked me fairly desperately when he would be able to see me again. My answer was Thursday. He wasn't happy about that and asked if there is any other way to see me earlier than Thursday! I said I will consider Tuesday, but as I was going to be exhausted from work I wasn't sure about having him around for play and punishment. It stayed Thursday at the end.
He arrived at my house, in time, with the requested bottle of red wine for me in his hands. I took the bottle of him, looked at him and said 'you know what to do, cuffs and locks are on the counter' and walked of towards living room where I had everything I needed and more in place. After a minute or two I could hear the rattling of the padlocks on the wrist and ankle cuffs, slowly getting louder whilst he was approaching the living room. As this was punishment there was no warm up planned and I wasn't going to give him one.

I tied him to the living room table, left and right wrist, ankles wide spread with my spreader bar, the bar attached to the table with some rope, no way to escape now. Clover clamps came out and got attached to his nipples, poor boy whining, he doesn't like them that much and was obviously in pain, but I thought he'll soon forget about them when the first stroke with the cane blows down on his ass.
I got myself in place, he knew what was coming, he was prepared, he knew he fucked up and will have to go through this now. Whack, the first one done, but nothing from the boy. I said 'I can't hear you', still nothing, repeating myself, he looks at me, you want me to count, yes count and thank me. Telling him that this one won't count I started again and he was now counting and thanking me for every single one of them, 15 in total, plus the first he fucked up. He was shaking, I felt oddly aroused. Mine. Mine to use as I see fit. He said it, he won't obey, whatever I see fit will be done, he doesn't deserve to voice his likes or dislikes.
I kept it to the caning, pulling of the clamps I felt like this was enough and decided that anything else would be more reward than he deserves. Getting me a glass wine I felt great. He started stroking me, I like the attention, soon my dress came off and he was pleasuring me with his tongue, legs wide spread in front of him it would have been so easy for him to take advantage of me, I could see it in his face, he was wondering if an attempt to fuck me would be tolerated, his facial expression amusing me, he didn't dare, I don't think he ever would. Oh how I love this power I have over him.
Cutting long short I did let him cum that night, under one condition, he was to eat his cum afterwards, clean up the mess. He really wasn't impressed as I was following through with this little condition, I think he secretly hoped he'll get out of it somehow. I enjoyed this a lot, the humiliation, the defeated look in his face, fantastic. He told me that the thought of it was hot as he agreed to it, however just after cumming it's not. Not for him anyway, I had good fun watching him.

Last night at the London munch he told me he was feeling weirdly down after finally cumming and that the depressed feeling didn't go away as he would have had expected after he was allowed to orgasm. I kind of put it down to some sort of sub drop, not sure how to describe it.
We ended up going to a strip club after the munch, together with some friends, before heading back to mine. On the way to the club I took his phone of him, I have to actually get someone to explain me the bloody iphone, I'm rather useless with it so far and I would enjoy being able to play around with it more. Anyway, phone off the boy, he was mostly behaving himself all night. As we got back to mine he was quite cocky and after taking it in for a few moments I stood him in the middle of the room, made him spread his legs and started caning his inner thighs, probably up to eight whacks per leg, turning him around, another two or so across the bum, standing in front of him, looking at him, he suddenly started crying. Now that was probably the one thing I didn't expect to happen. I was sure it was more to do with anything else but the caning, but could imagine this might have triggered it, combined with the seemingly careless attitude of mine, his own music plugged in the speakers, the things he told me at the munch. Result was we talked about it this morning and he thinks he just needed it. Oddly for me, I didn't feel weirded out by the whole situation, I just wasn't expecting it to happen, thinking it would be much harder to make him cry, but I enjoyed the look of him, the look of my broken toy, standing there in the middle of the room, head down, hands in his face, sobbing. Hot! I'm a sick, sick kitty ;)