Watching the belt slip out of his pant loops stirs emotions in me....anticipation, excitement, need with a dash of fear. It's like nothing esle.
I am naked standing in the middle of the room, watching, waiting.
"Bend over and grab you ankles"
I am not in trouble, that is not what this is. I comply and he begins and its good and it hurts. Eventually I beg for it to stop which I never quite understand because this is what I like. The tears are acceptable but the begging is not and it causes him to move down to the back of my thighs until I can bring myself to stop. I quiet down and remain in position and eventually the strikes come back to my ass, which now feels so much more bearable.
He turns me to face him and places a hand on each shoulder to bring me down to my knees and I want and need him in my mouth but I must wait. Please Sir I beg and the room is swirling a bit. He slides himself into my mouth and thrusts and controls and I open myself to him. It's something hard to explain but it's almost like becoming a marionette puppet for him to move as he chooses, its heaven. The belt brings me back to now as I feel it land on my upper back, the strikes sting so sweetly again and again.I vaguely think about odd things as I gag and my throat and back starts to sting as much as my backside and thighs...... I want it to be harder, how will I wear a bathing suit, I am drooling too much, I am dizzy, please don't throw up....but all these thoughts are fleeting and blurry and I really don't care about any of it.
He pulls himself out of my mouth and I manage to cry out in protest and then realize he is pulling me up by the belt which is somehow now looped around my neck and being used as a leash. There are deep kisses and touching and control that I am unable to give details about. My memory is like little flashes....begging, moaning, pinching, on all fours, standing back up, bent down to grab my ankles......all maneuvered by that belt around my neck. There is his hand on my cheek, maybe slapping my face but I don't know for sure. All to soon the belt has been removed from my neck and I miss it but it soon warms my bottom again until he is ready to fully possess me and fill me with this warmth.
Mmmmm, the belt.