#MasturbationMonday – The #BELT – #BDSM

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Turning his attention back to the belt in his hands, he caressed the supple leather and inhaled the faint scent of Tabaco it had managed to acquire over the years. It was his favourite, and he suspected that after today’s events it might rise further in his estimation. Hell, he might even have to frame the thing. With that thought uppermost in his mind, he tightened his grip and set his sights on his mark; the sumptuous curve of her ass.

Giving her no warning whatsoever, he brought the strap down. A loud crack resonated through the night air, followed by a shocked gasp. Giving her a minute to process the stinging slap, he ran a single finger down the line he had made. His huntress tried to remain stoic and bit down on her lip, not wanting to give him the pleasure of hearing her moan. Little did she know, but he wasn’t going to stop until he heard her scream, so he wasn’t in the least bit worried about her holding back a few petulant whimpers. Bringing the belt back up again, he let his hand feel the long length of worn leather in an almost reverent fashion. He knew that she had bitten her lip in order not to cry out, but it was early days yet.

He counted to three and let the belt fly. It was another sharp slap and this time he was rewarded with a hiss. He pressed his fingertips down into the fresh, pink stripe to see if he’d done the job properly. She gave him a half strangled moan, which she cut-off almost as soon as she had uttered it, but it was enough. Giving her no time to recover her wits, he let the belt loose one more time.

This time when the belt sank its teeth into her ass, he managed to get a curse out of her. It was a pretty innocuous one, but he suspected she’d get more inventive the longer he continued. For now, he allowed her a small break to compose herself, while he feasted his eyes upon her striped rear. Three blazing lines were beginning to surface and knowing that he was the one who had put them there was very satisfying indeed.

“Did they sting precious?” He didn’t receive an answer to his query, but it hardly mattered. He already knew the answer, but just to make sure, he ran a hand over one of the blossoming streaks of pale pink flesh. Hearing the bitten-off invective that she tried so hard to hide was music to his ears.

“Now I shall find out if that nubile body of yours is hot for mine. You just stand there, while I go check, cherie. At her infuriated roar, he chuckled and to fuel the flames of her ire, he placed both of his very talented hands down upon her; hands that knew how to play a woman. They could perform a slow, sensuous rhumba or a fast and intense salsa, for that matter they could execute the whole of Rachmaninov’s third piano concerto, if he were so inclined, but for tonight it would have to be short and sweet. They had an agenda to complete and he wanted her to be firmly secreted away in his mountain mansion before the sun released its potent morning rays upon them.

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6 thoughts on “#MasturbationMonday – The #BELT – #BDSM

  1. Ouch – and rawr! The belt scares the hell out of me. SSir once turned me into a blithering mess just by cracking the damn thing by my ear. But something about this is HAWT. And, I’m thinking that I may need to post a little something from the #SecretProject (lol), too. It won’t be as hot as this, but you’ve inspired me on a few levels today. 😉

  2. I do love the belt, as much for the mental factor it has and the sting factor. I’m taking a few days off the end of this week to spend some quality time with Kayla, it’s been a while since the belt has been out maybe it is time again.

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