The Fort Part 1 Getting to Friday
Chapter 8- The belt
**Trigger Warning**
This chapter of the story is based on a consensual play scene that I have done. However, I recognise this could be triggering for some. It doesn't need to be read in order for any reader to keep up with the overall story, so take care of yourselves first!
© L 2025
Despite wanting to sleep in you wake relatively early around 8am. You check my monitor and I'm still asleep. You head to your ensuite to freshen up and then make your way downstairs to the kitchen, definitely needing coffee before you tackle the day ahead. As you stand looking at the many lists I've made, including what sweets we will need for the weekend, you can't decide if I'm planning a long weekend or to open my own sweet shop. 'Not a chance am I buying all these for one weekend', you mutter to yourself smiling. You make yourself a coffee as well as toast, and bring up the news on your phone. Just then you get the usual ping on your phone that noise has been detected from my monitor. You check the app, you see me sit up rub my eyes, then lay back down cuddling my teddy. You slowly finish your breakfast, not rushing, the rest will do me good. You scan the main headlines, and read an article on the advancement of AI in the construction industry. When you've finished, you head to my room. I'm now awake as you enter, unlocking my crib you motion for me to stand, holding out your hand. 'Did you sleep OK princess'? You ask in a gentle loving tone. I nod my head and say sleepily 'yes Daddy'. You place me on my changing matt. Remove my diaper and clean me. I lay back, almost falling back to sleep.
When I'm clean you pause for a moment, you can either keep me in little space, or, use me one last time before little space consumes me for the next few days. You are still feeling pent up from last night, and need a release. You bend down and kiss my stomach, you can't wait any longer. I sit up as you don't generally kiss me like that after changing me, I meet your eyes, and I immediately see the flames of desire burning in them. 'Last night you wanted me to remind you what a real spanking felt like didn't you'? Your voice has changed, you're not quite gentle loving Daddy anymore, and it's exciting. Knowing you as well as I do, I know this is my decision. Say yes Sir, and I know what I will be getting. Say no Daddy, and you will put my pink fluffy bunny slippers on me and make me breakfast.
Fuck- I want you! This is no decision, I instantly say 'yes Sir', and you reply 'it's not Sir, it's Master- my bedroom now'! Pain always follows your command for me to call you Master, regardless of whether you are playing with me, or punishing me. When you are as I refer to you in 'Master mode', you are not to be fucked with, you are never more serious, never more sadistic. You can cause me pain that lasts for days, humiliate me in ways I beg you not to. Degrade me completely, until I am gladly cleaning the shoes on your feet with my tongue. You can order me to cook, clean, be your servant and then dismiss me at the end of the day without any further communication. Order me to bed straight after dinner, to think about my service to you, and I love it. You don't unleash the Master in you very often, but sometimes I do or say something that triggers you, and you allow it's freedom. It can take us both to the edge, both to areas of service that we only allow in our deepest, darkest fantasies.
I feel myself getting instantly turned on, the second I see the intention in your eyes, as soon as you order me to call you Master. I can't help but think the teasing is about to come back to haunt me, you can be brutal in 'Master mode'. But I don't care if it does, if you are. I instantly smile, and the little side of me evaporates instantly, as I move to your bedroom quickly saying 'yes Master'.
We enter your bedroom and I assume my inspection position. But other than a quick check, you have inspected me and played with me enough, you grab my head and push me face down onto the bed, saying nothing. I know better than to move, you are in complete control, my heart rate increases, endorphins flood my system. You take your wrist restraints, put them on me, then secure the cuffs to the single D ring in the centre, at the top of your bed. You place a pillow under me lifting my hips ever so slightly, my pussy lips coming into view. You take your ankle restraints and spreading my legs wide, attach each ankle to corner D rings either side at the bottom of your bed. I hear you open a drawer and remove something, then I feel you place straps around my legs. These have adjustable spring loaded clamps attached, and ensuring the clasps are much tighter than I prefer you secure them to my labia, pulling it open, stretching me wide. When they aren't as tight the feeling can be sensual and erotic. This tight, the pain rips through me, and doesn't stop. I cry in pain and continue to moan, never getting used to them. Getting back up you stride to your impact toys on the wall. Sometimes you will take a while to choose which one you will use, and the time it takes can overload my mind and senses. But not today, you go straight to your belt, you take it from its hook and approach me.
You say nothing until after the first strike that comes down across both my ass cheeks with a loud whip like crack against my bare skin that echoes round the room. The strike hits me like a fire blazing at a thousand degrees, much harder than I expected. I let out a loud screech, 'oh fuck' I cry loudly, and you half chuckle saying 'I told you, you should be careful what you wish for sub'. This isn't the usual gentle reminder of your dominance, your love of sadism is ripping through you. This is going to hurt, really hurt, and my heart beats quicker as I allow myself to sink into the pain you are about to inflict. I grip the chain that restrains me, linking the cuffs I cannot remove, to the D ring in front of me. My pussy, my cunt aches, even feeling the pillow next to it is enough to make me almost cum.
You continue striking me, each crack sounding like thunder, and while you back off the strength that you started with, the pain is still barely tolerable. You strike me semi hard, over and over, I go from wet to flooded in seconds. Your belt keeps me grounded, to me it reinforces more than any other toy your complete ownership of me. Even after several years of owning me, I never get tired of the reassurance it provides, even if it does hurt like hell. While I am sure many submissives fear the belt, I am in awe of it, and everything it represents between us. Yes you use it to remind me of my place, to affirm your control, to punish me, especially when I have been a brat. But I need your belt as much as I need to be tied up or fucked. As the strikes get harder, the welts become more pronounced, my ass, thighs and legs turn bright red, then slowly that red shade deepens. You switch sides to ensure the strikes are even, You don't ask me to count but as I try to keep a note in my head, I loose count around strike 23, and you are not done.
As you strike me you ask me; what I am, who owns me, what my purpose is. I respond to each question individually, instantly, every time, even if many of my answers are combined with my cries, or said through gritted teeth. After what you guess is fifty plus strikes, several deep welts rise from my skin. Just as bruising starts to form, you suddenly stop, and in that instant I want to cum, I can't hold it any longer. You can tell how close I am, you smirk walking round to look at my face. I am shaking, fighting my restraints, 'please Master', is all I manage to stutter, 'you can cum you filthy whore', you say moving back down, you line up one final strike and you hit my spread lips perfectly. Within milliseconds I scream cumming uncontrollably, and you smile watching my body writhe as I release.
As my body finally returns to earth, you remove my ankle restrains, and finally putting your belt down, you approach me, lifting my head to meet yours, my eyes are watering as you would expect to see. 'Who owns you and allows you pleasure'? 'You do Master'. 'Don't ever fucking forget it! Now, thank me'. I instantly say 'thank you Master' as I look up smiling at you, my body so turned on, feeling so completely submissive.
Walking away from me to replace the belt back on the wall, you order me to kneel. It isn't easy manoeuvring myself when my wrists are restrained to the top of your bed. Moving with the clamps firmly holding on to my labia is torture, you know it is, and in this moment you don't care, my pain brings you pleasure. But I move as quickly as possible to kneel before you return to me. You take off your pyjama bottoms, and your cock stands completely erect. You climb onto the bed behind me, with your cock in your hand, you line it up with my dripping hole, ready, open, willing and with some force slide it into me, hard. You feel my body jerk pleasantly under you, as your hips meet my raw thighs and ass, I can't help but cry in pain again. You grab my hair, pull it hard, and moans of pure ecstasy escape my lips. The pain is unimaginable, the heat from my belting, the clamps holding me open, but I am never more turned on than when you take me to the edge. Right now my pleasure is of no concern to you, you fuck me because you own me. But the fact I love you using me, causing me pain, and get wet and turned on when you fuck me in this way, definitely adds to your enjoyment.
You say nothing, you don't need to, I push back on your cock, fucking you as hard as you fuck me. But just as we hit a good rhythm you pull out, I feel you circle your hard cock over my ass, and start to push in. I know to relax as much as I can, I know to accept your cock, but you always feel the smallest amount of resistance from my body, and that is exactly why you have been wanting to fuck my ass ever since last night. That resistance turns you on more than almost anything else. You enjoy breaking through it, feeling my body completely submit, in these moments I am nothing more than an object to you. But it is also these moments of complete submission that you love and treasure the most.
You fuck my ass harder, you want me to feel you, to know you do this because you can, without saying anything. You want your body and actions to speak for themselves. You grab my throat, pull my hair harder, you call me names such as cum slut, worthless whore, your property, all rhetorical, you don't wait for me to acknowledge what you call me. You push my face into the bed with your foot, as you fuck my ass hard, pushing my limit as you feel my body buckle and writhe in pain and pleasure as I moan, then scream louder and louder.
Eventually you feel yourself ready to climax, ready to explode. You pull out as you cum, covering my hair, back and ass. You stand for a moment catching your breath, admiring my naked cum covered body, marked by your belt, my used cunt dripping. An image that almost makes you hard and want to fuck me all over again. You remove the clamps quickly, and I scream. The sudden rush of blood back into my labia is powerfully intense, thankfully the sharp pain only lasts seconds. You release my cuffs from the D rings, although you don't take them off my wrists. You slide onto the bed beside me, and brush the hair from my face gently, the complete opposite of how you were treating me only moments ago. 'How are you feeling', you whisper. 'I'm fine Master', I whisper back, my voice cracking with a thousand emotions. 'You can stop calling me Master, you've been truly wonderful, are you warm enough'? You ask me and I nod my head, replying 'yes Sir'. You stand back up and as you walk to your shower you order me to stay lying down until you return.
As much as I sometimes need time to process what you have just done to me, you also do too. That is exactly why you didn't ask me to join you in the shower, why you didn't order me to wash you. Why, as soon as you are dressed you will take me to my bathroom and wash me. As you wash, you think about the day and weekend that lies ahead of you. You are so excited, but decide to definitely take a nap later to catch up on some sleep. You step out the shower and dry yourself quickly. Aware I am still laid down naked on your bed. You walk through to dress and notice I have fallen back to sleep.
Not waking me you head to my bedroom, lay out a little outfit for the day for me, a diaper, soft leggings and a warm soft dress that will feel soothing next to my skin, and a cardigan. Once everything is ready you return and wake me up slowly, telling me 'Daddy wants to get you ready princess'. As you lead me by the hand gently to the large bathroom, where you intend to lovingly, and carefully wash me in the oversized double shower. You feel me suddenly resist you and you turn to me asking 'princess, what's wrong'? I look at you confused, and say 'Daddy, why aren't you working'? A smile crosses your face and you take a step towards me and kiss me, 'I'm not working today, I have it off, so we can spend the day getting ready for our weekend. I'm taking you shopping as soon as you are ready', I let out a delighted yelp, and move into your arms. This weekend really is going to be the best weekend ever!