We were also fortunate to be able to learn from and be photographed by some much better photographers than myself, so some more photos may appear here presently but for now here is a picture I took of my boy right where he belongs.
I awoke in the hotel on the Saturday morning. Before I even opened my eyes I knew exactly where I was. Mat’s pink lead nestled in my hand still and he lay still asleep beside me the collar around his neck. I opened my eyes to regard the beams above the bed and smiled. I was going to have fun.
Before getting up for breakfast I got out the rope, tied his wrists together and proceeded to pull it over the beams until I could fasten his ankles similarly. He lay there utterly peaceful and at ease in his bonds. I may have taken advantage of his position to hurt him a very little then but all too soon it was time to get up for breakfast and another day of sightseeing.
On Sunday we awoke later in the morning but still my first thought was of rope. This time with wrists and ankles spread, the rope following along the beams until he looked like a giant puppet laid out for me to play with. I stroked his body through his pretty new panties and was delighted with my toy.
I could have spent so much longer in that room playing with rope but alas that was all we had time for.
Mat and I had planned a weekend together. Our plans had included places we wanted to go, things we wanted to see and the promise of a space where we could play.
After an incredibly early start, the day had been spent travelling and sightseeing. We finally arrived at the hotel late in the afternoon. The friendly receptionist gave us the key and directed us around the long corridors to our destination. Finally we opened the door and peered into the room…
…the room was huge with an enormous double bed beneath the open beams. We looked at each other in delight, this was the perfect place to play. Within moments, at my command, my boy had stripped down to his pink panties and naturally enough he knelt at my feet. Here we were truly a Domme and her boy.
Swiftly I found the rope and fastened him to the beams. I pulled down his panties and whipped him where he stood, tied in place; enjoying the space and the sense of freedom. Then I lay back on the bed to relax. I regarded him standing there and enjoying the sight of him bound in my rope and at my pleasure. I wanked myself while he watched me.
The beginning of an awesome weekend in so many ways.
While there are various other picture related memes around on the internet, there are a couple of things I really like about HNT. One is that Thursday is a day I feel needs a little cheering up. Another is that HNT is not necessarily about naughty pictures. Certainly some of my HNTs have been fully naked but others have shown very little.
So, there will continue to be photographs shared here whenever I have something I like enough to show off. This one is a photo my boyfriend took of me; you may even recognise the underwear.
So I get given a new and pretty pair of panties, what else is there to do but take a picture of them. Or indeed take this picture.