The Belt

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The BeltI was playing around, maybe too much in those times. So, one morning I was waking up after this party with heavy drinking and lots of people crowded in a smoky place and there was just me and mister N, a friend. He was the kind of rich bad boy, lots of money in his pocket and a punk philosophy in his head. I liked the guy a lot, especially for his “I don’t care” all time attitude. By that time we were fuck buddies. So I wake up and I see him still sleeping next to me in the bed. With the biggest headache in the world, I burry my head back in the pillow. It’s like an untold rule, you know, that a girl never has to wake up before the guy, and I knew that. Oh no, he has to wake you up, so you can throw that half-sleepy angelic smile, and probably even kiss him while u slowly open your eyes. That always works. I invented that technique.When he finally woke up, he came to me, running the tip of his fingers on my shoulder, and I started doing my number while knowing he is analyzing my face. I could feel his breath as he was whispering in my ear :”You know what I was thinking, Alice?” “Mhm?” I continue in the same sweet and barely awake manner. “I was thinking…well…how would you like…if we’d play a little ummmm…game let’s say.” “Huh?” I ask innocently almost opening my eyes. “Well, how would you like to be my little pet for one day, Alice?” he asked very polite, cutting all of my acting for instance. My eyes were now wide opened and I could see him staring at me with his calm look, while combing my hair. “What!?” “Nevermind!” “Yes it does matter!” I say raising and leaning my back on the wall. “Do you want that?” “Ummm…of course.” He states drily and chuckles. “Well then…I do it.” I say lowering my eyes. I was really hooked up on the guy, so, I would’ve done anything just to have the pride I got him, because we all knew he never stood with a girl too much. Then I looked at him and crawled in the bed to his lap, giggling: “Do I have to grow a tail?” “Ha!” he laughs. “No, you don’t, silly!” and he continues combing my hair with his fingers. “Ok then, dear!” and he stood up leaving me on my fours in the bed. He looked at me, just stared for a while. “Well, aren’t you going to get naked?” “Whaaaat?” “Well, Alice, do pets wear clothes?” a smile started to rise in the corner of his mouth “Ummm…noooo.” “Well then?” He just stood there with his arms crossed, waiting. And I did it. I got naked and then just waited to see where he wants to get. Then he took a belt, one that he was wearing hanged at his pants (I could never understand why he was wearing those, but I was about to get it) and wrapped it around my neck, exactly like a leach. “I will walk you and you will have to crawl.” “Huh?” “Yes, and you won’t speak, because pets don’t speak.” Says he getting another belt in his hand. “Why?” I asked innocently and there came a stinging spank of belt on one of my asscheeks. “That’s why.” He smiled and leaned to my ear. “You’re gonna love this.” So I trusted him, and decided to listen, especially that I didn’t know how far he wants to go with this. I was thinking he’s gonna cut it in less than an hour. He walked me around the house, to the bathroom, and bathed me. The he walked me to the kitchen and made me wait as he was cooking. I ate on the floor, he ate at the table. That was a bit humiliating, bahis siteleri but also pretty kinky. I have always felt like the guy has an incredible air of superiority anyway so it looked pretty natural. Now, it was a bit uncomfortable to crawl on those floors, but if I tried to complain or even moan, he would just slightly touch my asscheeks with the belt, as a reminder, so I didn’t say a thing. Also, I had to keep on with his walking or I would’ve get myself choked by the belt. The day went on like this and after a while it became pretty boring. I was wondering when is he going to cut off this play, but also, I was dying to find out where he wants to go with all this.Next interesting scene went like that: He tied me up by the heater with the leash and went to the other side of the living room, on the couch, with his legs crossed on the desk, reading a magazine, throwing me a few looks from time to time. I knew he was doing that, and it didn’t felt amazing. I was naked, on my all fours, after all. I started analyzing him too, asking myself what the hell do I like at this guy…Skinny, sharp figure, pretty junky style and way of acting… Didn’t find an answer, but really, out of boredom I was slowly becoming a bit horny. I didn’t want to show this up, but my position there tied by the heater wasn’t pretty comfortable, so I started to move up and down, trying to find a way to stay. He quickly noticed that and, putting the magazine aside, he crossed his arms and just stood and stared at me for a while, then spoke: “What’s that, pet?” I stopped and looked at him, as he stood up, took the belt in his hand and slowly walked towards me. He untied me, caressing my cheeks, in the most gentle way possible, looking straight in my eyes. “Now come here!” he said walking me in the middle of the room. He retook his place on the couch: “You wanna play with your little pussy for me?” I nodded. “Then you can…” he smiled. It was really weird, but that belt in his hand just convinced me to do it. With my legs wide opened I started to caress my pussy and rub my clit first slowly, then a bit faster, slipping my fingers in my pussy and playing more and more, faster and faster in the rush and thrill of pleasure. God! I was so close! “Now! Now! Just a little bit….more!” was the only thing in my mind. A sharp stinging spank of the belt on my hip woke me up. He was standing right in front of me smiling wickedly. “…Ummm…Did I tell you you can cum?” He asked leaning towards me, as I crawled backwards a few inches, nodding a no. He walked a circle around me. “Are you scared?” said he making long pauses between words. “A bit.” I whispered. He stopped for a second and then stated: “I like that.” He went back on the couch, waving his hand to me: “Now, come here dear. I won’t hurt you…” I was looking at him with a bit of unsureness but his smile was so bright. “I’m only gonna give you what you need. Now come, come!” and I finally went to him, thinking all this game is finally ending.I crawled to him just like a little a****l and then crawled over him, as he grabbed my leash, bringing me closer to his face, changing looks and smiles, playing my game, but not for too long. He pushed me with such a strength that I instantly got on the floor, at his feet. A heavy kind of silence was floating in the bahis şirketleri air and in that silence, I could only hear the sound of the lighter, as he was lighting up a cigarette, then blowing his first smoke right in my face. Gesturing with the cigarette in his hand, dangerously close to my face N spoke: “You are suuuuuch a slut, you know? You fake it all, you play around, you mess around, and I don’t like that. It’s all gonna change.” Those words really pushed some wrong buttons there, mostly because he was so right. I just started yelling and crying in an outburst of anger and frustration: “And what about you? Don’t you do the same? I mean look at you! Look how dirty you are and what sado-maso bullshit you like! What the hell! You’re sick! SICK!” I was about to receive the worst slap I ever got. He just put me back down on the floor with that, and I couldn’t even think after. He left his cigarette in the ashtray and grabbed me, bringing me on the couch. There no matter how hard I tried to fight or slap or shrike, he still managed to pin me with my hands at my back, face in the couch and ass up. I was only seeing his cigarette burning itself in the ashtray, and feeling his breath over my head as he was whispering in my ear: “What? You asked for it, you’re gonna get it. Learn your lesson, take it good and it might be ok…Just that easy!” said he as the first strike of that leather belt with spikes on it was falling heavy over my asscheeks. I screamed in a shock but quickly it followed another one and another one and another one, while I was trying to release myself. “The more you scream, the more you get. It means you feel me.” He stated in a maddening calm tone, as I was twisting and twerking in his hands. Those words just made me freeze. “Good!” he grined. A burning feeling was rising over my ass, and my senses were slowly going numb. Sure he could see that, so he barely touched my asscheeks with the belt, then held it in the air, as I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for the damn hit. He hit the couch, a few inches near me, with such a strength that the material was almost ripped. I exhaled, but suddenly another strike went right over my ass making me all shake. And it went on and on and on like a nightmare, that I didn’t even know whether to like or not. The pain was almost unbearable, while the tightness of his grip and the burning lustful look in his eyes were such a thrill. Somehow I was feeling like I’m really deserving this. After a while, as he kept going on and on, I felt like I could barely react to his strikes, I could barely make any sound, and I was slowly falling in deep state of u*********sness. I didn’t even cared or knew if he went on or stopped, and all I could notice was the blurry image of the cigarette in the ashtray, that finished itself a long time ago.A hard slap over my face woke me up from all that. He was now standing right in front of me, holding me tight by my hair, so I can look at him. “What the hell, bitch! Wake up! Now you gotta finish me!” he groaned waving in my face the biggest hard on I had ever seen at him. He let me go from his grip and my head fell back in the couch, unable to make any move, while another slap followed on my other cheek to wake me up. “I mean it!” he yelled, grabbing my hair again and pushing his illegal bahis dick in my mouth.All he did for probably the next 5 minutes was to choke me and choke me and make me gag on his dick pushing it further and further deep down my throat while I was constantly feeling I’m just about to lose my breath. That sure woke me up and now I could feel how hard my asscheeks were stinging and how freakin’ wet I was. Just when I felt I couldn’t stand it anymore, he moved back to my ass and as he slowly touched it I flinched. He saw that, so he ran his nails deep in my skin and I burst in tears. He caressed my tits more in a hury, like it wouldn’t matter too much, and pushed his stiff throbbing dick deep in my pussy. With one hand he was holding my hair in a painful grip, and with the other he was rubbing my clit real fast, making me sit in a perfect doggy. All that was making me amazingly horny and completely out of control, so I was twerking my ass up and down as fast as I could, even though it was stinging like hell. He rolled with me from the couch on the floor so suddenly that it made me shrike. Now I was on the top, and he was holding my neck tight, making me choke a bit, while a few slaps over my red ass came with his lustful words: ”Fuck yourself babe! I wanna see you fuck yourself!” Every time my ass touched his hips I had a little flinch of pain, but it was so good riding him while he kept rubbing and rubbing my clit. I just couldn’t stop. I was so close, so close and I was feeling like I’m going to run mad when I finally came, twisting and turning and leaning over him, pressing my hands on his chest and shoulders. He kept rubbing me all this time, and just stare in my eyes with that passionate psycho look, then practically with a hand over my face, he pushed me back on the floor, so he could now stand over me. N took my arms and pinned them on the floor, while one of his hands was caressing my cheeks, my hair, my neck. He was drilling my pussy like an a****l, enjoying that wetness all over his dick. That was definitely torture as I already came, but soon, I could feel his breath growing faster and harder, and hear his groans right in my ear, as he was shooting his load deep in my pussy. He just stood like that a bit after he came, looking at me, through me, in me, then kissed my lips in a brutal outburst, biting my lip. He got off me, taking the belt round my neck also and putting it back to his pants. Offered me a hand to get on my feet, and with the most innocent smile he said: “Now you can go take a shower.” When I got out of the shower, he was waiting for me at the door, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and my clothes in his hands. “Did you like?” he smiled. “Yes.” I stated smiling back. He got me dressed in the most gentle manner, then with no words, just his arms wrapped around me, walked me outside in the cold winter air, to the cab. I could barely stand on my feet, but his tight embrace was so good, I just left all my weight on him. Just before getting in the car, he stopped me. “One more thing.” He took the belt that was hanging to his pants, and wrapped it around my neck a couple of times, closing it like a collar, than dragged me towards him whispering: “Take care, Alice. You know, you are one precious little thing.” And he kissed me biting my lip again, than practically pushed me on the back seat of the cab. I light a cigarette, as the car was starting. On the way home, the driver, curious guy, tried to bring up that scene with the belt he just saw. I cut it off drily: “You don’t wanna know.”

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