I strain to listen, hoping to catch the sound of a footstep, the creak of a door, the ruffle of material, anything to clue me into what my Sir is up to. The silky material of Sir’s tie covers my eyes in the already dim room. My cheek is pressed into the cotton sheets of our bed, my arms stretch out above my head in the prayer position, my legs beneath me with my knees to my chest. I’d be tempted to fidget and get more comfortable if the coarse ropes weren’t wrapped so tightly around me holding my body and limbs into place.
I start to feel the sweat building between the bends of my legs and my shoulders strain to keep my arms outstretched. The seconds feel like minutes and the minutes feel like hours. Just when I think I may go insane from the waiting, I hear it; Sir’s deep voice from the doorway. “Good girl, kitten. You look so lovely all tied up for me, waiting so very patiently.” My aches and discomforts are instantly replaced with a feeling of warmth and pride. I don’t have to reply, Sir can sense my smile.
I hear his footsteps on the carpet as he enters the room, coming closer to where he left me several minutes before. When I hear him stop just inches behind me, he hums in appreciation of the view I’m presenting him. I lay perfectly still and silent even though my brain is screaming, “Touch me! Please, Sir, I need to feel you.” I can feel my sex clench in anticipation of whatever is to come. “Is my kitten ready to play?” he asks, already knowing the answer. “Yes, Sir” my reply comes out sounding eager and hungry. “Then what shall I do with my pet tonight?” I know the question is rhetorical and so I wait with both dread and excitement for the answer that will follow.
It’s only moments before I hear the sound I covet; the metallic jingle of a buckle and the whisp of the leather being pulled from Sir’s belt loops. I attempt to raise my ass higher in the air but the only thing I manage to do is dig the ropes tighter into my thighs. I feel the soft tickle of leather as Sir lightly glides the belt up and down the curve of my spine causing goose bumps to break out across my skin.
“Who’s are you, kitten?” he asks.
*WHACK* The belt comes down hard on my ass, leaving a line of fire in its wake.
“And what are you?”
“And what else?”
“Your play thing”
*WHACK WHACK WHACK* Each strike harder than the last. I bury my face into the sheets to stifle my moans and whimpers.
*WHACK WHACK WHACK*
*WHACK WHACK WHACK*
*WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK* Strike after strike, without even a breath between, until the red stripes cover every inch of exposed skin.
The belt falls to the side of the bed as one of Sir’s hands works its way into my hair pulling my head back painfully and the other finds my cunt. He chuckles in my ear, almost sympathetically at how predictable I am, how easy it is for him to turn me into a whimpering, needy mess. “I love my little belt whore. Always so wet for me. Such a good girl.” I hum and purr as I push my cunt into his hand silently begging him not to stop. He slides his thumb inside me and works my clit with his index finger. It doesn’t take longer before I’m sprinting towards the edge and just before I fall over I beg “May I cum please, Sir?!”
The hand in my hair jerks my head back farther so his lips brush against my ear as he whispers, “Cum for me, kitten,” just as lightning flashes, the world fades away, and everything goes silent and black.