The Belt

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maerdydd
maerdydd
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The talking was over.
The time to find the path they share had come.
The chance to find T/their way along this path.

Waking in the half light, turning to His form.
Sneaking under His arm, lying close to His heart.
Hearing the Man wake slowly.
Feeling His arms round her.
Snuggling in for an early morning cuddle.
His hands snaking down along the lines of her body.
Pulling her close along the lines of His.
Dropping a soft kiss on her face.
Her hand slipping down to gently grasp his cock.
Already stiffening under her touch.
Slowly, moving up and down.
The subtle change in His breathing.
The slight increase in pressure on His grasp.
Lifting her slowly till the heat of her cunt was above Him.
Settling her down on the stiff cock beneath her.
Hearing the soft sigh of delight as she sank low.
The slick cunt hugging tight on her Masters’ cock.
The slow lifting and falling as she closed her eyes.
Savouring the tightness of her sweet wet hole.
Caressing the length as she arched her back.
Hearing the low words from beneath her.
Shuddering softly as they floated up to her.
“Want your Masters’ belt slut?”
Shuddering at His words, nodding in the half light.
The words again. Low, echoing round the room.
The soft whisper, “yes”
His voice low and growling.
“Address me correctly.”
Her words low, soft, whimpering.
“Yes Master”
Lifting her, hearing her moan of protest.
Sliding her from His cock, easing her aside.
“Bend over” came the command
She stood, heart pounding, waiting in the silence of the morning.
The gentle whisper of the leather as He pulled it free
From the discarded jeans on the couch.
Bent, hands resting on the mattress.
Biting her lower lip, hair falling freely like a thick curtain.
Body tensing.
Heart pounding.
The silence thick enough to cut.
The soft flick of the leather as it lands.
Hardly a touch, more a kiss.
Another kiss.
The gentle flick on her soft flesh.
A split second then…
The crack of the leather on her ass.
The gasp of shock.
Heart pounding.
Body jerking upwards.
His hand easing her back down.
Another sharp crack.
Another bite of the leather on her skin.
Back arching, ass lifting.
Soft whimpering from beneath her hair.
His voice above her.
Telling her it will be finished later.

The day passing in a whirl.
Mind spinning at what had happened.
The step He’d taken.
Would He want more?
Had her instinct been wrong?
Was He comfortable with the belt?
Gentle running a hand over the soft welts.
Smiling deep within her.
Shopping, lunch, cooking.
Laying the table, having the family time.
Good food, fine wine, excellent company.
The odd glance held a second too long.
The thoughts swirling in her head.
The room not knowing.
The slut across the room from her Master.
The evening drawing to a close.
Hugs and kisses all round.
Promises of calls and cards.
He stands, leaves, goes to bed.
She stays a while longer so not to appear eager.

Entering the bedroom.
He lies in bed, eyes half closed watching her face.
The dress slipped from her shoulder.
Naked but for stockings, slipping under the quilt.
Pulling her close, snuggling in close.
Sliding a lazy hand down her back.
Kissing her gently.
Running a slow hand back up and round
To cup her full breast.
Tweaking the hardening nipple gently.
Hearing her soft gasp and smiling in the darkness.
Lifting her to straddle the already hard cock.
Easing her upwards as she sank down on its length.
Hearing the soft sigh of delight from her.
Sliding His hands up over her hips.
Higher under her ribs.
Kneading the full breasts, gently increasing the pressure
As she rode His cock slowly.
Grinding
Writhing.
Whimpering.
Urging her on.
Allowing her to cum, coating His cock.
Her heat holding Him deep within.
His fingers taking her nipples and pinching them
Pressure increasing slowly but surely.
Hearing her soft moans.
Her body moving down hard on His cock.
Grinding her clit against Him.
Pinching.
Tugging
Holding firmly the now tender tips.
Urging her up and down.
Using her nipples as reins.
Easing her up and down.
Controlling the pace easily
Hearing her breath grow ragged.
Watching as she ground down on Him.
Thighs gripping His sides
Cunt clenching again and again as she falls forward
His fingers still holding her nipples.
Pulling them hard to lift her.
Pushing His hips up.
Thrusting His cock deep into her heat.
“Again slut. Cum again for the Master.”
His cock slick and wet from her cunt.
Her breath harsh and ragged.
The heat building suddenly.
Exploding over Him.
Soaking Him along the thick hard length.
Balls sticky from her cunt honey.
The whispered question once more
“Want your Masters belt?”
Her whimper music to His ears.
Her voice soft in the half light.
The words falling from her easily now.
“Yes Master”
Lifting her, hearing the groan as His cock slid away from her.
Watching as she stood, then bent over.
The pale flesh visible in the darkness.
The dark stockings ending at the top of the white ass.
The belt trailing by His thighs.
Lifting it slowly and letting it fall on her spine.
Watching her arch catlike to its touch.
Letting it slip down over the curve of her ass.
The first flick on her flesh.
Her soft groan.
The next flick on the other side.
Two gentle kisses.
Head falling forward, hair tumbling loose.
Nipples tender and throbbing.
Sweet pain glowing through them.
The sudden sharp crack as the belt lands.
The gasp of pain.
The heated welt rising.
Her hand sliding along the skin to ease the burning.
His hand pressing her down again.
The leather landing with a bite once more.
The pale skin reddening.
The snap of the leather across her naked thigh.
Jerking upwards.
Crying out softly as the sting sinks to soft delight.
Arching.
Whimpering.
Shuddering.
Suddenly needy.
Wanting more.
Lifting to the next stroke.
The next stroke landing once more on her ass.
Sharp.
Stinging.
Biting.
Causing her to gasp once more.
Rubbing the skin.
Feeling Him bend to kiss the hot red flesh.
Hands stroking her gently.
Kissing the skin lovingly.
Easing her upwards till she stands straight.
Hands sliding up under her ribcage.
Cupping her full breasts.
Tweaking the still throbbing nipples.
Holding her close.
Shifting her hair, kissing her neck.
Feeling her shiver in delight at His touch.
Whispering soft words of love in her ear.
Moving back to the bed.
Lying, cock stiff and twitching in the air.
She stands still, watching.
Her ass burning.
Her heart pounding.
Her nipples throbbing.
The pain now sweet pleasure deep into her core.
Her cunt wet
Hungry for His cock.
Lifting, climbing, settling
Once more above Him.
Sinking, stretching, and opening her.
Whimpering softly as her cunt is filled.
With thick, hard flesh.
Hot and needy.
Grinding once more to take all of Him deep inside.
His hands on her hips.
Lifting her.
Pressing up to fill her.
Words tumbling from Him.
Urging her on once more.
To cum.
To soak Him.
To give Him what He wants.
Her release, flooding over Him.
Her body falling forward.
Tender swollen nipples brushing His chest.
Her hair falling over them.
Enclosing them in its thickness.
Whispering softly in His ear.
Words.
Gentle.
Urging Him to fill her slut hole.
To give her what she needs.
To cum deep inside her.
“Fill your whore’s hot cunt Master.”
The words, soft and gentle
Cause the explosion she’s been waiting for.
Hot thick cum enters her.
High in her slut belly.
Hips thrusting upwards.
Cunt grinding down hard
The soft wet walls clenching Him tight.
Milking Him.
Taking the full flood.
Sinking low over Him.
Breathing deeply.
Inhaling His pleasure deeply.
Feeling Him sift.
Begging softly.
“Let me sleep here Master.”
Him chuckling, lifting her gently.
Cock slick and shiny in the half light.
Cunt full and dripping.
Rolling her off with a soft chuckle.
Scooping her up in His arms.
Whispering softly in her ear.
“Sleep time slut.”
She lay a while thinking.
She knew.
Knew she could trust Him.
She knew.
Knew He had taken a big step.
She knew.
Knew He had found a level of control.
She knew.
Knew she had truly met her Master.
She knew.
Knew this love T/they shared was special.
She knew.
Knew without Him her world was nothing.

maerdydd
maerdydd
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