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The Belt

By: Decadent Switch



She was tall – that was the very first thing he noticed. He was sitting at the bar, and she’d glided past just at the edge of his vision, inviting him to crane his neck and look again. His initial, uncharitable thought – given her height – was that she was a transvestite, but when he took another, longer look at her, he knew that this was definitely not a mistake he would have made if he’d got more than the briefest glimpse of her. Or if this club had better lighting. Or if he hadn’t been surrounded by transvestites – as well as rubber-corsetted nuns, adult babies and leather-clad dominatrixes.

Second look – yeah, she was definitely tall. Not quite up to his own six feet and four inches, but she’d reach his shoulders, at least. Tall enough that he could kiss her standing up, without feeling like a giraffe taking a drink of water. But that was just the icing on the cake… and this was an amazing cake. She was – quite literally – stunning. Well, he was stunned and that was as literal as it got, right? He drank in the black, thigh-length boots, the black, skintight costume, the whip stuck so casually in the black belt and he wondered if she was modelling herself on Catwoman. Oh, Christ, he hoped she was. What a fantasy that would be. Well… if he could get close to her, anyway.

It was – obviously – a fetish club. His first night at “The Gaol”. His first night in a strange town as well, but that’s not important at this point in the narrative. What is important is that so far, he’s been relishing every minute of his first night at The Gaol. Yeah, this was his scene all right. A place where he could indulge freely in every kink he had. A place where he could wear as much – or as little – as he liked. And right now, he was wearing very little. A posing pouch, a collar and his tattoos. Black stripes running down his back and curling round to disappear into the top of his pouch. Drawing the eye of the observer and concluding – he hoped – in a curiosity regarding what still lay hidden. 

He had taken the idea from a book of fantasy art. From a picture of a feral-looking girl, poised in the jungle, ready to pounce. And, liking the idea of looking animalistic himself, he had commissioned the series of tattoos and got them indelibly marked onto his body over a series of long, painful weeks. It was worth it, though, going by the amount of second looks he’d had tonight. Second looks from everybody, it seemed, barring Catwoman there.

She was gone. The cat was gone. Disappeared into the crowd, as lithely and completely as the animal he himself sought to emulate. He swung back to the bar in disappointment and raised his glass to drain the contents, then tried to catch the eye of the big, butch girl with the rose between her breasts to order a refill. Someone tapped him on the shoulder before he succeeded however, and he swung round, hoping the cat had returned.

It wasn’t her.

“Want to play, big boy?” The speaker’s outfit was composed entirely of red leather – such as it was. It amounted to little more than a bikini outfit, with a pair of stiletto heeled shoes. She had a red handbag hanging casually from one shoulder. She was certainly attractive, and he did feel himself spontaneously stirring in response to her invitation. She noticed and her eyes sparkled as they deliberately and indiscreetly looked down at his own indiscretion. “I can see you do,” she said. She held out a hand. “Why not come with me?”

“I’m not submissive,” he answered, but took her hand anyway and allowed her to draw him from the stool.

She smiled at that. “Then why the collar?”

“Decoration,” he answered. “I didn’t think of it as a submissive thing.”

“Then why are you following me?”

OK, she had him there. He smiled shyly. “I’m… possibly not submissive,” he amended. “I don’t know yet.”

She led him to the middle of the room. Two hooks were set into the ceiling, with chains hanging down and padded leather cuffs on the ends of the chains. Two more, shorter chains were set into the floor – also with cuffs. “Testing your limits, are you?” she asked.

He nodded. “Experimenting. Finding out,” he answered.

“Then let’s have some fun while you find out.”

During this exchange, she had taken his unresisting arms and fastened them into the cuffs hanging from the ceiling, then dropped to her knees and done the same with his ankles. His erection drooped, as the reality of the situation set in, swiftly followed by the implications of it. He was helpless now, wasn’t he? Maybe he wasn’t submissive – but he was still helpless and he was still going to find out what it was like to be submissive. He wasn’t sure how happy he was about that.

“It’s OK, honey… just relax. Say ‘carnations’ if it gets to be too much for you.”

“’Carnations?’” he said, confused.

“Hey, give me a chance to start!” The girl smiled at him, then looked at his face and drained some of the levity away. She moved closer. “Honey, I promise you that nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen. If you want to stop, just say ‘carnations’. It’s a safe word and I always respect it.”

“Why not just say ‘stop’?” he asked.

“Because that’s what people say anyway – whether they want to stop or not.” She laughed at him, suddenly. “You really don’t know much about this kind of thing, do you? It’s part of the fun for a lot of people if they fantasise about being tortured against their will, so begging their tormentor to stop is part of the scene.”

He nodded. “Oh, right. Yeah, I get it now. I don’t like pain, though.”

“Oh, a real virgin, eh? Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you, honey.”

She pulled a blindfold out of her handbag, reached up and tied it over his eyes. “My name’s Carole, Honey. What’s yours?”

“J-James. Um, Jim.”

He could hear the smile in her voice. “Well, Jim. Relax a little and open yourself up to new possibilities. You never can tell what you’re going to enjoy.”

She drifted round behind him, and he felt fingertips trailing across his back, tracing the outline of one of his tattoos. The fingertips of the other hand, traced another one and then both hands slid down his sides, slowly and sensuously, before coming to rest on his waist. He made a soft “mmm” sound of appreciation and arched his back towards her. Her touch left him and he felt suddenly bereft. He waited to find out what would happen next.

It was a while before anything did. It seemed that Carole enjoyed teasing – he waited a long time and started to worry that he had been abandoned. When the flogging began, he was so startled that he cried out in shock. A light, rhythmic pounding from two… two… he didn’t know what they were, but they felt like some kind of heavy tassles. There was no pain, at first – just that pounding, alternating quickly – left, then right, then left, then right. And then, without any noticeable change in pressure or speed, he realised that the sensation was becoming uncomfortable and he started to strain to be out of the their way, but they just followed.

And then stopped. And then Carole’s hands, caressing and soothing where the tassels had been pounding. He sighed and once more pressed against her hands. And once more, she drew them away.

Something else began striking him now. Something bendier, more flexible, stingier… He cried out again, and once more began straining to get out the way. The focus of her attention was his arse now, and just as he was beginning to bless his pouch for affording him some protection, he felt her fingertips slide into his waistband and pull it down slightly, at the back. He flushed bright red, as he wondered what kind of sight he was presenting to anyone who might be in front of him. What could they see? The top of his cock? Not really – the waistband hadn’t gone down that far, in the front. His pubic hair? Definitely.

But then, the one kink he had that he was aware of was exhibitionism, and he knew that he hoped that he was being watched. And with that thought, his cock – treacherous appendage – began to rise and seek out the attention of those potential eyes. It rose upward blindly and got snagged in the elasticated waistband of his pouch, which still offered enough freedom for a full erection. And then, perhaps aware of its stirring, Carole laid off her flagellation once more and pressed herself against Jim’s body, to reach round and caress his cock through the fabric of his pouch.

His sigh came louder than ever and his cock swelled even further and pulsed to her touch. He felt her fingertips slide up his shaft, then slide inside the pouch to dance lightly across his glans, causing his whole body to shudder violently. She laughed softly and did it again. He shuddered once more. She made a soft, humming noise and then started playing with his balls.

“Now, why do you want to be wearing this pouch? Can’t be very comfortable, can it? Not with this monster straining away, inside.”

“I had to wear something,” he said.

“But you are wearing something,” she pointed out, very reasonably. “You have a collar.” He didn’t answer, so she leaned closer until her lips were virtually touching his ear. “You don’t need anything else, do you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I do,” she answered. “Shall we get rid of this?”

“I don’t…”

“Suuuure, you do.” Her hand slid back up his shaft once more, and gripped his cock just below the glans. Her thumb skated lightly over the top, this time and he found himself gasping violently. “Let’s get rid of it, eh?”

“Yesss,” he gasped and she withdrew her hand.

“Good boy,” she said softly and she disappeared briefly. When she came back, she took hold of the elasticated waistband of the pouch, and he felt something snip at it twice – first on the left, then on the right – and suddenly, the pouch was gone. “Nasty thing,” she said. “You look much better without it. I can tell you’re the kind of man who only looks good in your own skin. I want to ask you something now.”

“Wh-what?” he asked, when it became apparent that she was waiting for him to respond.

“You remember that girl you were watching?”

Oh! Dangerous territory. Say nothing.

She gave a small sound of amusement. “I know you saw her.” She moved round behind him once more, then started playing with his balls with her right hand and caressing his chest with her left. “Answer.” There was no change to the tone of her voice – no implication of menace in anything but the tiniest, briefest increase in pressure from her right hand.

“Yes, I saw her. The one who looked like Catwoman?”

“That’s her, yes. She’s had her eye on you all night.”

“How… how do you know that?”

Carole reached up and drew the blindfold away from Jim’s eyes and the first thing he saw was the cat – sitting on a stool, directly in front of him – barely six feet away and watching him, intently. Carole was still playing with his balls and his cock was still hard, solid and throbbing. The cat smiled and licked her lips. She stood and walked forward.

“I want you,” she said.

He didn’t answer – didn’t trust himself to speak.

“I’m looking for a slave.”

“I’m not submissive,” he answered.

She placed a hand on his chest and stroked it. “No?” she said. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he answered. He was panting now. Finding it hard to speak.

“I think you could be,” she said. “I think you’re perfect.”

“I was…” He had to say something. Had to stall for time. “I was playing with Carole!”

“Carole, tell him who you are!” the cat snapped.

“I’m your slave, Mistress,” Carole answered.

“Yes,” the cat said. “My slave. And now I want another slave, and I’ve got my eye on you. Is there nothing I can do to persuade you?”

Jim couldn’t think clearly. “We could… we could talk about it,” he managed to suggest. “Yes! Over a drink. Or in a café. Are there any cafés still open round here?” He stared into stony eyes that gave nothing away. “I’m new in town,” he concluded lamely.

“Carole, give me the tape measure,” the cat said. She sounded suddenly bored.

Carole fumbled in her handbag briefly, before producing a tape measure, as well as a notepad and pencil. She turned to a fresh page and waited. The cat placed the tape against Jim’s cock.

“Length – eight inches. Hmm, not bad. Well done. Circumference…”

Suddenly mortified, Jim closed his eyes and waited for this humiliation to stop. But… a question was forming in his head. Was he merely mortified, or was he actually excited as well? Wasn’t this very public humiliation turning him on? From the corner of his eye, he could see the occupants of a nearby table. A girl was watching and licking her lips, absently. Her boyfriend suddenly seemed to realise that her attention was elsewhere and looked round to see what she was looking at, then nudged her and whispered in her ear. She blushed, but didn’t look away – and suddenly, everybody at the table was looking over.

“A problem presents itself.” The cat’s voice rang sharply in his ear, suddenly. He looked at her again, the question evident in his expression.

“The squeeze technique?” Carole suggested from behind him.

“Not going to go down on its own, is it?” the cat said. “But I know something more fun than the squeeze technique. Get some ice.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Carole said. She disappeared.

“I’ll do you a deal,” the cat said to Jim when she was gone. “You can say the safe word if you like, and I’ll let you go right now, but I don’t think you want that, do you? You’re enjoying this and you’re intrigued. Aren’t you?”

Jim nodded. “Yes, I am,” he answered.

“Well, then the deal is this. I want you to wear something for me.” She reached up and undid his collar. “And then, when you’ve tried it on… then you can tell me whether you want to see me again. But if you do – if you agree to see me again – it’s going to be under my terms, completely. Agreed?”

Jim nodded. “OK,” he said. “I mean… yeah… I can do that.”

The cat smiled. “My name is Sian, by the way,” she said.

Jim would have said more, but Carole arrived back at that point, with a glass of half-melted ice. The two girls swapped their items – Sian took the glass and Carole took the collar, which disappeared into her bag. “Time to finish measuring this monster, I think,” Sian said. Then she scooped out a handful of ice and pressed it against Jim’s cock. The men at the table winced, but the girls laughed and spontaneously broke into applause.

Jim’s body spasmed briefly, in shock, but had nowhere to go – restrained as it was. Sian followed up the contact with the ice, by dumping the water over Jim’s cock. He shuddered some more. She held the ice against him a moment longer, then took it away.

“Ahh,” she said. “That seems to have had the desired effect. Carole?”

Carole handed the tape measure back, and Sian quickly and efficiently measured Jim’s now flaccid cock once more, while Carole dutifully wrote down the figures. She moved from his cock to his waist next, and measured that too – then from his waist to down between his legs. Finally, she told Carole to release him, then turned her back and walked away. Jim looked down at his penis and suddenly he was no longer under any illusion about how he felt. The icy water had completely shrivelled him. Face burning, he looked round the room and hoped that nobody was witnessing his humiliation – but now, it seemed, that everyone was watching.

Carole undid the wrist restraints first, then knelt to undo the ankle ones. He dropped his hands to cover his penis, but Carole looked up and evidently disapproved. She slapped his hands away, so he drew them back and rubbed some life back into his wrists, instead. Finally, Carole stood up and led him over to a corner table, where Sian was sitting. Sian nodded at her. “You know what to do,” she said. Carole nodded and walked away.

“Have a seat,” Sian said and Jim sat down opposite her. She stretched languorously and sensuously, in front of him – obviously putting on a show. Her body was perfect, he realised. Caramel coloured skin. Firm breasts – not too big or too small. With the table between them, he couldn’t see her stomach, but he remembered that it had looked very flat. It looked like she ran a lot, or maybe even worked out with weights. She finished stretching and looked him in the eye.

“Do you like what you see?”

He smiled. “Yes, I do,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” she said.

“What do you want me to wear?” he asked. He rubbed his neck where his collar had been until she had taken it away.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she asked a question of her own.

“Wouldn’t you like to know what to expect from being my slave?”

“I’m not submiss…”

“Yes, yes, I know. You’re not submissive.” She waved his protest away impatiently. “Theoretically, do you think there’s anything that would make you be submissive?”

He nodded. “Yes, I’m sure there is.”

“What?” she asked. “Tell me.”

“Hmm… blackmail, I think.”

“Oh? Like if I knew you’d visited an establishment like this and threatened to tell people.”

Jim laughed at that. “I suppose that would work if I was ashamed of it. I’m not, though.”

She shrugged. “Ah, well. That’s out, then. What else?”

He considered for a moment. “If I met someone who was very persuasive and talked me into subbing and offered me something for exchange. Perhaps if she offered to trade roles with me.” He smiled at that thought and began warming to his theme. “Yeah, imagine if there was a competitive element there. Like we had to beat each other at some game, or something like that – winner takes control for a pre-agreed time.”

“Look at me.” She spoke softly, but there was an undeniable edge to her voice. “Do I look like I could switch roles?”

He shook his head. “No, you don’t,” he said.

“Good. What else?”

“Perhaps… the potential of some sort of reward. Like it was my girlfriend and she promised me something in exchange. I’m not sure, really.”

Sian smiled. “I’m sure you’ll agree that that doesn’t really sound submissive at all. It sounds more like a bargain – an exchange. Not like truly being a slave to someone else.”

Jim nodded. “That’s true,” he said.

“I want a slave. And you say that’s not you. But you might yet change your mind. You might yet agree to be submissive to me, before the end of the night. And if you do, you should know what to expect. So back to my earlier question – wouldn’t you like to know what to expect?”

“All right. Yes. I’d like to know.”

“When you become my slave, you will keep the freedom you have become accustomed to – within limits. You will live in your own home and you will keep your own money – I don’t require financial tribute from you. I am very wealthy and have no interest in whatever trivial monetary value you have. You will, however, be summoned to me – as and when I require your presence. And when you are with me, you will do as you are told at all times – you will be my pet. My slave. In fact, you will be my whore. In my home, you and Carole will be naked at all times, unless I give either of you permission to wear clothes. Sound simple so far?”

He nodded. “Yes, it does.”

“Good. Pay attention. You are no longer going to be allowed to have any sexual contact with girls other than those I give my approval to. Carole and I are obviously exempt from that. You are no longer allowed to indulge in masturbation without my permission. Your penis – along with the rest of your body – will cease to be your property and will become mine. Clear?”

“Yes.”

“You’re aware that I might not call on you for several days at a time. Even weeks. That’s a long time to go without being allowed to masturbate. Do you think you… ah, there you are. Did you get it?”

Carole sat down next to Sian on the other side of the table. She handed something over to Sian, which was quickly spirited away beneath the table. “That’s a temporary one,” she said. “A better fitting one will have to wait.”


The Belt



“Good, good… that’s just what I anticipated.” Sian looked back at Jim. “Any questions?”

“How do you know I won’t break the rules when you’re not around?”

“What rules?” Sian asked sharply.

“The ones about sexual contact with girls and about mast…” he flushed red, and forced himself to continue. “Masturbation.”

“Two things. One. You’re a slave – you’re supposed to do what’s required of you at all times. If I set down a rule, you should simply follow it. Two… you’ll learn about two in a minute.”

“I’m not a slave,” Jim said. Sian glared at him, and he wilted quickly. “Not… not yet, anyway.”

“Are you ready to accept my challenge?”

Jim remembered what she had said about wearing something and his hand rubbed at his neck once more. He nodded.

“The blindfold, first,” Sian said. “This isn’t the item I require you to wear, by the way – just something to… add a little spice.” She smiled confidently at him.

Carole tied the blindfold onto him, then took him by the arm and made him stand up. He heard chairs being moved, and then suddenly he was aware of one of the two girls sitting in front of him. Fingertips pressed against his flaccid cock, pressing it against his body and holding it pointed downwards – then something was fastened round his waist. The fingertips moved away from his cock and then there was pressure from something else. Something cold and metallic. A click.

A disquieting thought passed through his mind.

“Carnations,” he said quickly. 

Sian was smiling at him, as the blindfold was removed. She shook her head.

“Too late for that.”

“It’s a safe word.”

“Then all play has stopped, as per the rules.” She stood up and Carole stood with her. “It was fun, though.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I hope we can see you again, another night.” She turned to walk away.

“Wait!” Jim called. She paused and looked back over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “What about this?”

“What about it? It’s a present.”

“I don’t want it!”

“Well, now – why so ungrateful?” Sian turned to face him fully. “It’s a gift – be gracious about it.” She smiled again and turned away once more. “Goodbye.”

“Wait!” he called again, more frantically this time. She turned back again. He stared at her helplessly and couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“Oh, you really do seem upset, don’t you?” She looked regretful. “Do you really want it off?”

“Yes!” he said. “Please!” he added. “Right now.”

“Oh, dear… ‘right now’ just isn’t going to happen. I don’t have the key with me.”

“Where is it?” he asked.

“At my home. But I have an idea. Take this–“ A card was held out to him, “-and call me tomorrow. If you still insist on having that chastity belt removed, I’ll send a chauffeur around to pick you up and you can come to my house and we’ll talk about it. Agreed?”

“To-tomorrow?” Jim said. He looked from Sian to Carole and back again, but saw only stony faces confronting him. There was going to be no mercy there. “Yes,” he said, finally. “Agreed.”

“So you’ll see me again?” Sian said.

“Yes. Tomorrow.”

She moved closer to him. “Just so we’re clear on this… you’ll see me again, tomorrow… as per our agreement?”

Jim nodded again, thoroughly miserable by now. “Yes,” he said. “As per our agreement.”

“Are you submissive?” Sian asked.

The answer was a long time coming, but it did come.

“No,” Jim said. “I’m not submissive.”

Sian simply smiled at him. “Let’s talk about that tomorrow, then,” she said.

Jim watched as the two girls walked away and left him, standing alone in the middle of the club. When they were gone, he looked around and hoped to find nobody watching, but once more he was to be disappointed. His plight had drawn a substantial - and very amused – audience. He cringed and slunk off in search of the bar.



When he got to the bar, Jim found a stool, sat down and buried his head in his hands for a moment as he drew his thoughts together and considered his options. Conclusion: they were limited. After a few minutes’ consideration, he reached down and drew his wallet from out of his boot, then looked round for the barmaid. She was already looking over at him. She was smiling – it looked like she wasn’t sure whether to be amused or sympathetic. Clearly word travelled fast inside this club if she already knew of his plight.

Jim ordered a drink and the barmaid brought it over. He stared into the distance, trying hard not to meet anybody’s eyes and drained half of the drink at once. Then he put it down onto the bar and swung round in his stool so that he had some room to look down at the belt. He was aware, as he did so, that he was displaying the belt to everybody in the room who cared to look, but suddenly he was completely unconcerned about that. He wanted only to study the limitations of this device that was fastened onto him.

It was made entirely of leather and metal and seemed simple enough. A belt went round his waist and a flat piece of metal was attached that went right down his groin and tapered down towards his penis. Attached to the lower edges of the plate were two leather straps that disappeared between his legs, came up behind him and joined the belt round his waist on either side of him. There was a padlock where the two chains joined the bottom of the metal plate. He took it in his fingeres and examined it critically. Could he pick it? No, that was stupid. What did he know about picking locks?

Dimly, he was aware of the barmaid making excuses to her coworkers. He paid no attention until suddenly, he was aware of her standing beside him. He looked up at her and saw that she too, was staring down at his crotch.

“They really got you, did they?” she said. There was definitely sympathy there, but still there was no disguising the humour in her voice.

He nodded without speaking.

“So,” she said. “How are you going to pee in that thing?”

That hadn’t occurred to him. He looked back down at it and contemplated this fresh problem. “Sitting down, I think,” he answered. He could feel his face heating up as a fresh blush spread across it at the thought of that. “It just holds me… you know.”

“Sit on the stool,” she said and dropped to her knees in front of him as he did so. She studied him. “Yes, I see what you mean. It keeps your cock pressed against your body and pointing downwards between your legs.” She touched the tip of his cock with a fingertip and he squirmed. She smiled.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said.

Her smile widened. “Do you honestly think that there’s a single girl in this club who doesn’t secretly enjoy the thought of a man being castrated like this?” she answered.

“It’s not castration,” he protested. “Just a chastity belt.”

“That’s true – and that’s why it’s so funny.”

Suddenly, Jim was aware that from this position he was able to look right down the barmaid’s cleavage. The rose – denuded of any dangerous thorns – nestled snugly between her breasts, but offered her little in the way of modesty. The rest of her clothing was predominantly tight, predominantly black and predominantly leather. She was a large girl, but obviously made no apologies or concessions to this fact and so, rather than seeming unattractive, her own self-confidence made her undeniably sexy. Jim stared at that rose and the cleavage that housed it and thought some more about his situation. She was on her knees and had a hand on his thigh now. Her other hand was still tickling the very tip of his cock – the only part still visible. His eyes travelled from her cleavage to her smiling mouth and he tried not to think about what she could have been doing to him if that metal contraption wasn’t there. His cock throbbed and pulsed violently within its prison and valiantly tried to rise until he closed his eyes and tried to think neutral thoughts. When he found an equilibrium he opened his eyes again and dared to look back at the barmaid. She was looking up at him and still smiling. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes, now.

Seeing that he was looking back at her, she placed the edge of her right hand onto the plate and closed it into a fist, then lowered her mouth to it, very slowly. Keeping her eyes on his face the whole time, she raised her thumb and then licked it very deliberately and very seductively. She closed her mouth over it, ran her lips right down its length and back up again. It slipped out of her mouth and she kissed it. Jim squirmed and shuddered, but watched the whole show.

The barmaid stood up. “Sian chose well, I think,” she said.

“You know her?” Jim asked. His voice came out hoarse and raspy and he coughed self-consciously.

The barmaid drew another stool up and settled onto it. “Oh, yes, I know her. And I know she had you pegged from the moment you stepped into this place. She’s wanted a male slave for quite some time now and you were the perfect candidate.”

“Why me? I’d have thought that she’d want someone who was more submissive than me.”

She looked at him with a knowing expression. “You don’t consider yourself to be submissive, then?” she asked.

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, then… let’s consider the details, will we?” The barmaid raised her forefinger and touched it with the forefinger of her other hand, to illustrate the first point. “One – you followed Carole into the middle of the room like a little puppy and let her tie you up. Two – you stood without protest as two strangers groped you and measured your cock in front of everyone. Three – you do every single little thing you’re told and then finally, when you’re all trussed up in that thing-“ she stabbed a finger at his crotch, obviously indicating the belt “-how do you react? Do you get even remotely angry? Do you do anything at all, other than bow your head and accept Sian’s card?”

“Oh, come on!” Jim protested. “Be serious! What options do I have?”

“You could cut through any of those straps without difficulty, that’s one option – are you honestly trying to tell me that you haven’t thought about that?”

Suddenly, Jim found it very hard to meet the barmaid’s eyes. She laughed softly.

“Well, there you go, see? Such a simple little solution, isn’t it? Easy. All you need is a pair of strong scissors, or a knife – and don’t go trying to say that you don’t want any cutting implements near this little thing-“ she tapped the plate just over his penis “-because we both know that it can be done without any risk at all. No, you’re just playing the game and loving every minute of it. The only time you were even remotely close to panic was right when it looked like Sian and Carole were about to walk out that door without leaving you with any way of contacting them. The very instant you got Sian’s card, you stopped having a problem.”

Jim glared at her. The logic was faultless – he couldn’t think of a single argument to counter it. She raised an eyebrow expectantly, while he struggled to think of a decent response.

“All right,” he said finally. “All right. Let’s say that’s true…”

“Like there’s any doubt about that.”

“Let’s say it’s true. What was the point in her putting it on me at all?”

“Like I said, she had you pegged right from the start. She’s wealthy – I’m sure she already told you that, right? She can afford to lose one of those if you just decide to cut it off and throw it away. But she knew that you wouldn’t, ‘cos the moment she looked at you she knew that you were going to need a prop to rest your ego on. Oh yeah, you’ll go to her and you’ll even say that she blackmailed you into it. And then later, when she fastens a new one onto you – one that you can’t just cut off – you’ll stand there, all meek and humble and just let her do it. Because you just don’t want to admit what you really are and what you really want to be – and what you really want to be right now is Sian’s bitch. It’s written right across your face.”

“That’s not true,” Jim said, but suddenly he was feeling very uncomfortable. Suddenly, he wanted to be somewhere else… anywhere else at all. He drained the last of his drink and stood up, ready to go and get his clothes and go home.

“You’ll see,” the barmaid said, as a parting shot. “She’s going to be back here next month, parading you in front of everyone and making you dance to her tune. And you’ll be loving every minute of it.”

Jim stalked off in search of the changing rooms.



As he entered the changing rooms and the door slammed shut behind him, Jim remembered something important. He had pinned his locker key to his posing pouch and that had been gone since it had been cut from his body. He walked right into the room, stopped in front of his locker and stared at it, stupidly for a few seconds. It took that long for him to realise that he wasn’t alone.

He turned and looked around. Two girls were lounging around on one of the benches, and watching him. They were dressed in street clothes, as if they were getting ready to leave as well – but showed no signs of actually doing so. They met his eyes, coolly – almost challengingly. It was almost, he thought, as though they had been waiting for him. Perhaps they had wanted a closer look at the man that had been tricked into wearing a chastity belt. He was feeling defensive now, and more than a little paranoid. Yeah, OK – so this was a fetish club, so was full of clothing, personalities and activities that a lot of people would consider to be extreme – but he could fully believe that he would merit special attention from those attending, tonight.

He turned back to his locker and noticed that it wasn’t fully closed. That was worrying – he had definitely locked it when he had arrived. He opened it and noted with relief that all his clothing appeared to be as he had left it, so he started pulling it out and setting it all down on one of the benches. An envelope fell to the floor and he stooped to pick it up.

His name was on it, in a woman’s handwriting. He tore open the envelope and pulled out a single piece of paper.

Dear James

Perhaps you are tempted to cut off the belt. I advise you not to do that. When I see you tomorrow, I expect it to be in the same condition as it was in when I fastened it onto you – otherwise our deal is off. In the meantime, allow me to introduce you to Anne and Katherine. They will be taking you home tonight.

Sian.

Jim looked back over at the two girls – they were still watching him.

“Are you Anne and Katherine?” he asked.

One of the girls nodded. “I’m Anne,” she said. She had short, dark hair and green eyes. Katherine – the shorter of the two – had long, reddish hair. She just smiled and said nothing.

“I’m Jim,” James said.

Anne nodded. “We know,” she said simply.

“Apparently you’re taking me home?”

A note of impatience crept into Anne’s voice. “Yes,” she said. “That’s right. Now, if you’ll hurry up and get dressed we can go.”

Jim hesitated just a second – he had questions, but he had always believed that sometimes it took longer to ask them than it would to just go with the flow and wait for the answers to come of their own accord. As he got dressed, Anne produced a mobile ‘phone and called a taxi.

A couple of minutes later, he was walking out of the club, flanked by the two girls. The taxi was already waiting and they climbed inside.

“My place?” he said. The two girls nodded and he gave his address to the driver.

Nobody attempted to make any conversation on the way. Jim was grateful for that. He didn’t want to discuss the details of his situation where anyone – even a taxi driver he would never see again – could overhear them. He kept quiet and appreciated that the two girls were apparently content to do the same.

When he got home, Katherine paid the driver and he led the way to his flat. He unlocked the door and led the two girls through to the living room. The girls immediately made themselves at home and sprawled appreciatively across his couch while he stood by and wondered what to say or do next.

It was Anne who gave him his cue. “Coffee. Black for me. Milk and two sugars for Katherine,” she ordered.

“Oh, right. Um, yeah… coming right up,” he answered and hurried into the kitchen.

He put the kettle on and prepared the cups, then wandered hesitantly back into the living room.

“Nice place you have here,” Anne commented. “Just moved in?”

“Yeah – a few days ago,” he answered.

Katherine arched an eyebrow at that. She didn’t say much, but her sardonic expressions could speak volumes. 

“You don’t waste time, do you?” Anne said. “A few days in town and you’re visiting fetish clubs before you’re even bothering to get your home carpetted.”

“I thought I could do with a bit of a break – moving house is so stressful,” he said. He heard the kettle come to the boil and click and turned to go back through to the kitchen.

“While you’re through there…” Anne’s voice brought him to a halt and he looked back at her. “Take your clothes off. When you come back in here, we want to see you wearing one thing only.” 

He nodded and saw that Katherine was slowly unbuttoning her shirt. He fled back to the kitchen.

He poured the coffees, then hurried across the hallway and into his bedroom to strip out of his clothes. He discarded them in a corner of the room, then walked down the hallway to the bathroom. He needed to answer a call of nature.

It was a disquieting sensation to have to go to the toilet sitting down. It felt… passive, somehow. He couldn’t even take it in his hands and point it. There was something almost disturbing about merely sitting there and… and…

He finished up and washed his hands, then returned to the kitchen to fetch the coffee. A few seconds to compose himself, then he picked up the cups and walked back into the living room.

He wasn’t surprised to find that both the girls were naked when he rejoined them. They sat in the middle of the couch, entwined in each others’ arms and kissing each other passionately. He knew for a fact that if he hadn’t been so constricted, then he would have had a rock-hard erection as soon as he had seen this sight. No, that wasn’t true – he would have been erect before he had ever even entered the room.

He put the cups down on the coffee table, then retreated to an armchair and tried to decide where to look. After a few seconds, he retrieved his own coffee and concentrated totally on it.

“James!”

Anne’s voice was sharp and he looked up. She was turned halfway towards him and he gulped as the sight of her firm breasts caused renewed protests from his penis. Katherine’s hand cupped it as he watched, before kneading it gently.

“It’s very rude to ignore a show that’s being put on for your benefit,” Anne said.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t realise I was allowed to watch.”

“You’re not allowed to watch,” Anne corrected. “You’re required to watch. Please, do so.”

“All right, but…” he ground to a halt, unsure of whether to finish the question he had just started to ask. Katherine caught his hesitance and raised an eyebrow at him, however. “…But why?”

Surprisingly, it was Katherine who answered this question.

“Because that’s what we’re supposed to do. Sian asked us to. She wants us to spend the night reminding you of what it is that you can’t have as long as you’re wearing that thing.” She slid off the couch and started crawling towards him. He watched her breasts swaying seductively and put his coffee down quickly, not trusting himself not to slosh it all over himself. “We could claim that we want to test your resolve. After all, the only thing you need to do to have us both for the whole of tonight is cut off that belt and we will stay and turn the next few hours into something that you’ll dream off for the rest of your life. But if you do, then after tonight you’ll never get another shot at any of us.” She was right in front of him now, close enough to touch. She sat up straight and ran her hands up her body. “But even though that’s the truth, it’s not the whole truth.” She cupped her breasts and leaned forward, slightly. “You see, what we really want to do – more than anything else – is take complete control of your cock.” Her hands left her breasts and settled on his thighs. She pressed his legs apart and moved in between them. “We want to tease it and play with it. We want to suck it and fuck it. We want it to be hard when we say it should be hard and soft when we say it should be soft. We want to take that beautiful, powerful thing that you carry between your legs – that thing that you’ve taken for granted all of your miserable life – and we want to turn it into our own personal toy. We want to make it ours. And that’s what tonight is really all about, big boy.” She was rising up on her knees, now. She kept her hands on his thighs and leaned right in to his body, then drew a trail right up his chest with her tongue. Then she was there, right in his face. Her lips were close enough to kiss him and he focussed on her mouth as it spelled their intentions. “We’re here to tease your cock all night long and find out if you can take it.”




The Belt



“Wh-what… what..?” Jim was having trouble speaking, now. He cleared his throat and tried again. “What do you mean by ‘take it’?”

“You reall do need to have it all completely spelled out point by point, don’t you?” Anne said, from somewhere behind Katherine.

Katherine licked his lips with a quick flick of her tongue, then drew back. “It’s a test as well. If you can handle everything we do to you and keep wearing that belt, then you pass. Otherwise, Anne and I are just going to be the consolation prize.”

“A hell of a consolation, though,” Jim said. “And it’s still going on the assumption that I actually want to be submissive to you all.”

Anne stood and reached past Katherine’s shoulder. She had something in her hand and passed it to Jim. It was a knife.

“Then let’s just put that assumption to the test,” she said.

Jim accepted the knife, then held it as if he didn’t know what to do with it. It didn’t take him long, however, to come to a decision and set it down again. Katherine smiled and Anne applauded his decision, mockingly.

“Passed the first test, loverboy,” she said. “Think you can last the night, though?”

“Only one way to find out, isn’t there? I think I’d like to see where this is going to go.”

“Ahh – so you’re playing it in the spirit of adventure, then? Rather than that of ‘I think I’m submissive but don’t want to admit it in case it makes me seem less manly’?”

“Could be either way, but how do you know for sure?”

That was probably the most defiant and rebellious thing he’d said for hours, now. But Anne merely smiled once more and Katherine merely raised that sardonic eyebrow once more. They were still mocking him, still setting the pace of the night and still in control.

Typically, it was Anne who finally broke the silence. “We’ll see, Jimmy-boy,” she said. “You have some semblance of free will right now, but the time will come when that question will be conclusively answered. Right now, though – why don’t you watch the show and then join in when you feel ready?”

“Join in?” he said.

Her eyes flicked down to his crotch, then back up to his face. The amusement still danced in her eyes. “Join in as much as you can, at least,” she said.

Then she moved in closer, and gently caressed the side of Katherine’s face, then leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth. Katherine responded by turning towards her and the two girls raised themselves up on their knees and moved into each others’ arms. Jim watched raptly, as the two girls quickly seemed to become one writhing mass of limbs, stroking, cupping and playing with each other. He groaned and shifted, slightly. Christ, he really wished he could play with himself right now, as he watched this show. That knife was so close, so tempting. All he had to do was saw through the leather straps with it, and his cock would be free and ready to take pleasure and give it. All night long, they said. All. Night. Long.





The sun slowly rose and illuminated the room, but nobody really noticed. The three had writhed and moaned for hours in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, pleasure and pain, relief, release and exquisite, ecstatic frustration. When the girls had finally satiated themselves and settled back to bask in their respective afterglows, an almost companionable silence had descended on them. Cushions and beanbags had been dragged from throughout the living room and they had settled back on them wrapped in a tangle of limbs. Katherine rested her head on Jim’s shoulder and one hand on his stomach, while Anne’s hand rested on his thigh. He had an arm round both of them, absently cupping a breast each. Despite his misgiving, he had found that he had been wholehearted in his participation.

For him at least, sleep had been a long time coming and that was only partially due to his own lack of sexual release. He had lain back in a mood of self-analytical reflection and pondered the events of the night for a good hour. The two girls had quickly fallen soundly asleep and he found himself settling into the curves of their bodies – rejoicing in the tactile sensations as their feminine curves pressed against him and their heat burned through his own body. It was incredibly soothing. His body felt lifeless and drained, but his head still raced.

What had happened tonight? Shouldn’t tonight’s events have been pure torture for a heterosexual male who craved nothing but his own orgasm, followed immediately by trying to hold back sleep while he fulfilled his repayment by carrying on with whatever conversational requirements were expected of him? Well, that was the usual role, wasn't it? But had tonight really been all that bad?

Something had been relieved of him tonight. Some duty. But what duty had it been? Could it be – and this was a radical thought – could it be the duty of having to chase down his own orgasm? Had the denial of that one physical act been a blessing rather than a burden? This was the thought that had creased his forehead into a deep, deep frown and kept him awake for so long.

Sometimes a thought becomes so deeply ingrained in a person’s head that it takes an incredible amount of thought and contrary evidence to dislodge it. And in Jim’s head, the thought he was struggling with was the one that governed the entire concept, philosophy and point of sex. It was about orgasm. That spurting moment of pleasure and excitement and orgasm. Not purely that, of course, but that was the conclusion. The inevitable conclusion. That was what it all led up to and culminated in. Wasn’t it? Right now, he was having a hard time dealing with the contrary evidence of his own satiation and satisfaction.

Jim had never been arrogant enough to believe that he had brought a girl to orgasm every time he had sex. He was aware enough of female biology to know that it wasn’t an inevitable event, and while he was a thoughtful and considerate lover, he wasn’t sensitive enough to consider himself overly deficient in any way in any way if that event didn’t come about. Oh, he knew he was hardly the world’s greatest lover – technique and style were hardly his strongest points – but care, attention and an adventurous nature in bed were excellent compensatory factors. He was more than capable of keeping his cock hard for a long, long time and more than capable of delivering a good, hard fuck when the excitement took over. When times and places and moods all conspired to deliver an opportunity for a variation of either of those themes, his cock was always ready.

That was the core of his thoughts tonight though, wasn’t it? His cock hadn’t been required – it hadn’t even been wanted. Oh, both those girls had delighted in his hands, his tongue, his touch, his caress, his… they had delighted in him. He had been eager and attentive and he had participated fully – without his cock. And he had delighted in what they had done to him. His ears had been chewed, his nipples had been played with, every inch of his body – barring a very specific eight inches – had been stroked and had felt pleasure that night. And now he was forced to confront the thought – had the pursuit of his own orgasm always been a hindrance before? Had that got in the way of a different kind of pleasure that may have been slightly less intense but was much more intimate and much more satisfying?

Freed from the pursuit of his own pleasure, what had he done? He had concentrated more exclusively on the pursuit of Anne and Katherine’s pleasure. And what had been the unforeseen consequence of that? Had he experienced other pleasures that would otherwise have been denied to him?

Something else… he had genuinely enjoyed being with two girls that were both sexually aggressive and sexually uninhibited. With previous lovers, Jim had always been the one to take control and lead the way and suggest new and more exciting activities. He had always been the seducer. But hadn’t he always burned to be seduced instead? Wasn’t there always a part of him who wanted to have someone else take control and lead him by the hand, instead? Hadn’t he always wanted to participate in someone else’s fantasy, rather than persuade them to follow his?

But he wasn’t submissive. His thoughts were cyclical and kept coming back to this same central premise over and over again. He wasn’t submissive. He was dynamic and pro-active and adventurous – how could those characteristics exist in a person who was submissive? But what if they did? What if he was submissive? Because if he wasn’t, then there was a contradiction somewhere along the lines.

If you perceive a contradiction… he remembered a quote from a book he had once read. If you perceive a contradiction, then examine your precepts. You’ll find that one of them is wrong. Well, one of his precepts was wrong. Which was it?

When sleep finally stole over him, he was no closer to settling his confusion.



“Hey, wake up.”

Jim mumbled and rolled over, trying to escape the hand that was shaking his shoulder.

“Hey, Jimmy. C’mon, it’s time we got started.”

The hand was persistent. Dimly he absorbed the inflections in the voice that betrayed the mood of the speaker. No irritation – just amusement, so far. He would have wondered why it was important to be aware of that, but couldn’t spare enough of the necessary mental resources. It was vitally important that he just ignore the voice and keep sleeping.

“No luck?”

“No, it’s like trying to wake the dead. We must have really taken it out of him last night. Poor guy.”

“It’s OK. I know what’ll do the trick.”

Jim was suddenly on his feet so rapidly, that he practically knocked Katherine and Anne over. His sharp intake of breath and the brutal clearing away of all the cobwebs that had been draped within his head accompanied the motion and he glared at the two girls, trying to make sense of the sharp, cutting sensation that had preceded his awakening. What had they done?

Anne was holding a glass of water and ice. He felt something trickling down the back of his leg and reached round to find out what it was. Finally, he made the connection with the trickle of water, the glass in Anne’s hand and the sensation that had propelled him so violently to his feet.

He stared at Anne in disbelief. “You jammed an ice cube...?”

He shut up. He couldn’t bring himself to finish the statement.

“Well, as wake-up calls go, it’s an effective one,” Anne said. “You better get dressed – we’ve got places to go.”

“I need to get washed first,” Jim said.

“No time for that. You can get washed at Sian’s place. Come on now, let’s go.”

Both girls were dressed and freshened up already, Jim noticed. They must have been up for a while. They had obviously let him sleep while they got ready – for that, at least, he was grateful.

He was about to go and look out a clean change of clothes, but Anne insisted that there was no need for that and made him put on the same ones he had worn the previous day. Then, they all walked outside and climbed into a limousine that was waiting for them.



Jim had never been inside a limousine before, so had little idea of what to expect. It was a surprise – though not much of one – to find that the windows were tinted so nobody could see inside. When he climbed in, he found that Sian and Carole were inside and waiting for him. The back of the car was big – big enough to comfortably hold six people, with three facing towards the back. An unusual touch was the pair of handcuffs hanging from a hook in the roof on the far side. He saw a corresponding pair of cuffs on the other side as he climbed in. Anne got in first, so when he climbed in, he was flanked by the two girls and facing Sian and Carole.

“Well, that’s the conventions of decency taken care of,” Sian said, without preamble as soon as the door had closed. “You haven’t shocked any of the neighbours and nobody can see you now. Take those filthy clothes off.”

Jim hesitated only a second, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Even though he knew that nobody could see into the back of the limo, he still felt very exposed. The car was already driving off and people were staring at it curiously, as it passed them. It didn’t take much imagination to believe that they were staring straight at him as he stripped out of his clothes.

Carole took his short from him and shoved it into a bag, then waited while he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off. It took no time at all until he was left wearing nothing barring the chastity belt. Sian leaned forward and took the padlock in the palm of her hand for a moment.

“Well done,” she said. “You actually passed the test. You’re the first to ever get this far.”

“I was sure he was going to weaken last night,” Anne told her enthusiastically. “There was a moment where I honestly thought that he’d cut the belt off. But he never did.”

“Well done. That’s very impressive. I imagine you’d like that thing to come off now?”

Jim looked at Sian hopefully. “Yes, please. I’d like that.” He tried not to sound too eager.

Sian let go of the padlock and sat back. She looked out the window and seemed to be thinking. Jim wondered if she hadn’t made up her mind yet. They were in the middle of town now, he noticed – he felt even more exposed than before.

“Some questions first,” Sian said eventually. “How often do you masturbate?”

Jim was shocked at the question. “Uh… um… twice a day… usually,” he finally managed to stammer.

“Usually?”

“Well, you know… once in the morning, once at night.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s normal, isn’t it? Just… umm… just what men do.”

Sian leaned forward and looked Jim right in the eye, then spoke slowly and clearly. “I’m not asking what other men do or what is and isn’t natural. I don’t want generalisations along those lines. I’m asking specifically about your masturbational habits and what you get out of them.”

“Yeah, sorry. Well… it’s habit, really. In the morning – before I get out of bed. And at night, to help me sleep.”

“And masturbating helps you get to sleep?”

“Yes. I think so. I’m not sure.”

“And helps you wake up in the morning?”

Jim was more sure about that and nodded vigorously at a question he could both answer and elaborate on without doubt. “Yes, it does. It’s the first thing I do – how I start the day, y’know?”

“So the same activity both lulls you to sleep and wakes you up?”

This was an issue that he didn’t like to contemplate too closely. It had occurred to him before, but he had always dismissed it. How could he argue with something that worked, despite the apparent contradictions?

“Yes,” he said. But his voice lacked conviction.

“Do you want to hear my own theory?” Sian asked.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“All right, then.” Sian clasped her hands before her. “I think it’s a habit – nothing more. When you were a teenager and you first masturbated, I imagine that it felt intense. Powerful. I imagine that it was such a pleasant sensation – unlike any that you had ever experienced before – that you enjoyed it as much as possible, didn’t you?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“And now that you’re in your thirties, does it still feel as pleasant as it did when you were a teenager? Be honest.”

Jim squirmed. “No, not really,” he answered.

“Why do you suppose that is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, but I think you do know,” Sian answered firmly. “I think that when you were a teenager you were so exhilarated by this intense and exciting experience that you pursued it as much as you possibly could. I believe that every opportunity you got, you masturbated. Every moment of privacy that came your way was one you used to play with your penis. Every girl in every dirty magazine you could get hold of would have looked out of the picture and watched you turning the pages with one hand and thrashing your erection with the other. Every sordid little fantasy you ever had culminated with your ejaculating over your fist. Tell me – what do you think your navel is for?”

Jim had been growing more scarlet by the second as he listened to this disturbingly accurate accusation, but he found himself completely unable to follow the sudden lurch in Sian’s speech.

“I – I don’t know.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what it isn’t for,” Sian said. “It isn’t a receptacle for your semen.”

They had left the town behind, now. They were on a country road.

“I think that at some point in your teenage years, your penis stopped becoming a source of pleasure and your masturbation merely became nothing more than a habit. I even wonder how often it is that you genuinely enjoy that moment of ejaculation that once seemed so intense. Be honest, now – does that moment genuinely justify being called an orgasm?”

Jim shook his head. “No.”

“No,” Sian repeated. “I didn’t think so. I think it’s a purely physical reflex. A release – nothing more pleasant than a call of nature and not even that necessary. I think that you have taken a gift and abused it. And I think that you need to be taught how to appreciate how much of a gift it is.”

“How do you plan to do that?”

Sian clapped her hands mockingly. “Well, well, well. So nice of you to rejoin the conversation, James. How pleasant to have you back. And a very intelligent question. What I plan to do is keep doing what I’ve already done, but take it further.”

“Further how?”

“I am going to take complete control of your masturbational habits. Something that you have always considered to be a right, simply because you own a penis is about to become a privilege, simply because I am about to take ownership of that penis away from you. A privilege that will be granted to you as and when I see fit. And I’m not just going to govern how often you masturbate, but how often you even handle your penis. I’m sure you’ve already had to visit the toilet, haven’t you?”

Last night’s shameful visit suddenly burned in his memory and flamed on his face. That first visit and those other visits that had followed it. He nodded.

Sian nodded, in satisfaction. “You take comfort from owning a penis, don’t you? I thought you would. Comfort from seeing it there, comfort from feeling it swing between your legs when you’re naked and unfettered, comfort merely from being to reach down and hold it. Don’t you? And you probably feel a sense of power from being able to point it when you go to the toilet, don’t you?” She nodded again. “Yes, I can just imagine it. Like a dog marking its territory. So can you imagine what it’s going to be like if you can’t touch it without my permission? What if I don’t give you permission for weeks at a time? What if you have to come to my home for and ask for my permission to remove the belt and masturbate… or to be masturbated? Think of it, James. How strange and frightening and… seductive… must that thought be? You’d be erect right now if you were capable of such a thing, wouldn’t you?”

“I… don’t know,” Jim lied.

“Then let’s find out.”

Without warning, Anne took hold of one of Jim’s arms and raised it to fasten his wrist into the cuff hanging from the ceiling of the limo. Katherine did the same with his other arm – he didn’t resist. When he was secured, Sian produced the key – it was attached to a chain round her neck. She took the chain off, then leaned forward and unlocked the padlock. Suddenly the whole contraption was loose, and she was drawing it off James. Immediately his cock rose up, strong and proud before the amused gazes of all four girls. Not for the first time, Jim wondered about the chauffeur he hadn’t seen yet and how much of the proceedings were being observed by this mystery person.

“And here you have a fresh dilemna,” Sian said. “Even if I unlock your penis, that doesn’t mean that you’re going to be free to touch it. Consider this for a moment… what if I never allow you to touch your own penis again? What if every detail of its care and attention is given over to myself and Katherine, Anne and Carole here? Or to anyone else I care to involve?”




The Belt



I stand before my gorgeous girl. You kneel before me, looking up with a sheepish grin. Your gaze fixed on the pulsing bulge in my jeans. Licking your lips in anticipation, you can almost taste my cock.

"Jesus, will you get that thing out already! I want to suck that fuckin cock of yours... Sir," you playfully demand, expectation in your eyes.

"I beg your pardon girl?" I reply sharply.

"Your girl just loves it when you beg... Sir," you reply with a grin, "Come on, give it to me... Sir!" you persist.

Slowly I undo my belt and start to slide it out of the loops of my jeans. You reach up and start to undo my jeans zipper and I grab your hands tight and look into your eyes and say "No!" to your surprise.

Holding your wrists, I take a few steps back, pulling you off balance, and forward on your knees. Guiding your hands down my legs to the floor, your shapely ass in the air, down on all fours. "That's my girl," I say with a rye smile.

I move behind you and lift your skirt, revealing your silky smooth naked ass, shaved cunt bulging with excitement, dripping with anticipation. I slide two fingers into your luscious cunt. "Nice and moist for me... good girl," I remark as you let out a moan while my fingers explore my property.

Pushing my fingers deep into you, I reach between your legs with my other hand and rub your bulging clit, a finger either side, rubbing and pulling on it. You groan wildly, "Fuck... Yes!" you say as you rise up a little and push back on my fingers, forcing them inside you to the knuckles. You squirm and moan as I pump my arm faster and faster.

I hold your clit between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them, periodically pinching and tugging on it as you yelp in ecstasy. Thrusting my fingers into you, my hand palm down, my finger pushing hard against your front wall, rubbing and tickling that special spot.

"Oh Fuck Yes! Mmm... oh fuck yes... I'm gonna cum Sir! Oh jesus, I'm gonna cum!" you moan while looking over your shoulder at me, with just a hint of plea.

And my reply? A flat, "No!" as I let go of your clit and slide my fingers out. You whimper in disappointment and look back at me.

"What the fuck did I do?" you pout a little.

"Nothing at all girl. I just have something else in mind for you." I reply with a slight smile, "Patients babygirl," as my smile grows.

I stand up and continue to slide the belt out of my jeans, grabbing the loose buckle and folding it in half, holding the two loose ends in one hand, the fold in the other. I snap the belt together with a loud CRACK. You look up with a wicked grin, catching my rye smile. Licking your lips just a little, I CRACK the belt in the air again.

I move behind you again and eye your gorgeous cunt... sopping wet, your juices positively dripping, glistening droplets running down your inner thighs.

"Are you ready girl? Ready to taste the leather?" I ask.

"Bring it on... Sir!" she replies.

I smile and CRACK the belt once more from behind you, just to watch you flinch. Another smile crosses my lips, knowing your eagerness. I grasp the belt by the buckle, still folded in two, and in one hard yet smooth motion, I swing the belt, striking you across the middle of both cheeks. You let out a half yelp, half moaning sound at the sting rushes up your spine. Then heat fills your cheeks as a red welt soon appears.

I run my hand across the welt, feeling the warmth in my palm. "Mmm, good girl!" I say while eyeing your ass closely, pleased with my work. The bright red line crossing both you milky white cheeks arouses me immensely. The straight sharp edges leaving a perfect impression of the belt on you. The welt bulging out bright red.

I hear a slight whimper as you not so patiently await the next strike. A little more of a pause then CRACK, another firm and swift slap of the belt across both cheeks, a little lower this time, catching you just above your delicious mound. Your cunt bulging between your legs. CRACK, and another, this time directly across your cunt and ass. You scream with joy as I cup my hand over your warmth, rubbing your juices.

I stand back a little and admire my property while you're in my favourite position for you. "You want some more my little slut?" I enquire with a grin.

"Oh fuck! Please... please let me have it! Give me all you've got you Sir!" a wanting look in her eyes.

I take a deep breath, position myself, and strike. Over and over, again and again, covering your luscious ass with welts. A slight pause, then another round of beltings. Ten solid strikes a round. Another round, then another. Your cries and yelps fill me with desire for you, lusting for your hot, bruised and welted ass.

"How many all up so far girl?" I enquire.

You look back at me, "Three, then four sets of ten, so forty three in total, you fucking..." you decide to bite your tongue.

"Good girl" I say with a smile, "How many more to go baby?"

"How the fuck should I know, you never said anything about how many..." Suddenly I strike, seven more times, fast and hard.

"The answer should be, as many as You like Sir," I say as I jam my fingers into your silky smooth, glistening cunt. Feeling your muscles tighten around my fingers, hearing you moan.

Short, sharp, continuous cracks to your upper ass cheek as my fingers invade you. Working down and up your hips. Pushing your legs wider apart, then slapping your inner thighs while my fingers rub deep inside you. I slide my fingers out and lean in, caressing your clit with my tongue, then grabbing it and dragging it between my teeth and tugging a little.

"Spread for me, my little slut. Show me your cunt," I say as my tongue lightly tickles around your lips and over your ass. Gripping your ass cheeks, your head to the floor, fingers parting your luscious lips, you hold yourself open for me. "That's my girl."

I reach between your legs and flick your clit hard with my finger as it hangs and bulge, glistening with excitement. You flinch slightly and I laugh a little as I lean in and bite your hot, red, bruised ass check. Pushing the belting inside you, then sliding it out. "Show me my property baby," I say as I straighten up on my knees behind you.

Your fingers fan out on your ass checks as you hold yourself wide open for me. Then suddenly a sting as I swing the belt up between your legs, slapping your cunt across the lips and clit and mound. You take a deep breath as the sting heats your pussy. I hear you exhale and slap it again. Watching your juices run down your thighs.

"Roll over girl!" I say as I slap your ass. You look around at me with that 'don't you dare treat me like a dog' look on your face, but before you can say a word, my hand on your inner thigh, I flip you over onto your back. Peering over you with a smile, my hands on your inner thighs holding you open, pushing you back against the bed. Your glare turns to a grin as you reach up between your legs, grabbing my wrists, pushing your legs wider.

My hands run up your legs, straightening them up into the air as I fan them as wide as I can spread you. Your hands gripping the backs of your knees, biting your lower lip as I move in to nibble at your bulging clit. A little tug with my teeth as I pull away. Your eyes open, you turn your head towards me, but before you can speak, CRACK, the belt strikes your wanton cunt.

"Ahhhhh Fuck! You Mother Fucker!" you yell through your teeth at me, as your breath quickens. CRACK. "Ah, fucking..." with a look of contempt, you lick your lips. CRACK "ffffffff... grrrrrrrrr!" CRACK. You start to almost pant a little, chest heaving. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. You let out a groan as I lean in and blow cool air over your clit and lips. Your juice starting to drip, I lick a little up as I pat your mound with the belt fast, hard and repeatedly.

Your body arches with a moan as I suck your clit into my mouth, tugging it with my lips as I pull away again. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Your body convulses with every stinging strike. Writhing and squirming as your mound and lips and clit become bright red. I reach in and feel your warm, soaking it up. Then I slide a finger inside you, watching your eyes roll back, your back arch. CRACK. CRACK. Full force strikes to each inner thigh as I push my finger deeper, pumping it into you.

CRACK. CRACK. Again to each thigh. Half moans, gasps, yells, profanity, panting, groaning... I feel your cunt tighten around my finger, your juices following, your lips quivering... I feel your build up and slide my finger out. CRACK. CRACK. I strike your cunt with the belt. CRACK. CRACK. "That's my girl," I say with a huge grin. CRACK. CRACK. "Cum for me baby!" CRACK. CRACK. Licking my lips. CRACK. CRACK. "Cum!" CRACK. CRACK. Your body wriggling in fits of ecstasy. CRACK. CRACK.

"Fuccccckkkkk Yesssssssss!" CRACK. CRACK. "FUCK YES MASTER!!!" you scream. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

Ass, thighs, cunt, all covered in welts, bright crimson red, hot to touch. I move in and lap at your juices like an animal feasting on the innards of it's prey. Licking up your body as your breathing begins to slow. Kissing nibbling and biting your neck as you begin to bask in afterglow. Kissing you lips, our tongues caress. Your arms wrap around my neck and I scoop you up off the fall, wrapping your legs around my body as I hold you to me, carrying you over to the bed and throwing you down.

I grab your ankles as I climb on the bed and pull you to me, spreading you around me again. Suddenly you feel my cock thrust inside you, rock hard, pushing in all my length in as I sit up on my knees, pulling you up on my legs, your thighs wrapped around me. "Ohhhhhhhh," you moan as I lean further back, my cock pulling up against your front wall. CRACK. The belt strikes right between your breasts. Your eyes bolt open, then squint into a glare.

I start thrusting into you deep and hard, pushing you up the bed with every thrust. Your eyes roll back into your head, mouth drops open. CRACK. CRACK. I slap each nipple with the belt, still pumping you hard. "Ohhhh!" I let out a groan as I push all the way in, holding myself inside you all the way. CRACK. CRACK. I pull all the way out and then thrust in. Then out all the way, then in, letting the head of my cock spear your lips open.

You moan and grown wildly as my cock fills then empties then fills you again. I lean forward more, up on my knees, lifting your ass in the air, your body hunched up as I push down on you. My cock being bent almost backwards to fuck down into you. Bouncing on my knees to pummel you into the bed. The belt starts striking you wildly. Breast, mound, stomach, hips, anywhere I can as I pump madly, feeling your muscles trying to milk my cock as it spasms uncontrollably.

I drop the belt and slap your mound hard with the palm of my hand. Leaving it there, I rub the heat in hard, massaging your mound so hard I feel my cock as it fills you. "Cum for me you fucking... Mmm... You fucking gorgeous little slut!" SLAP.

Your hands gripping the sheets as you writhe and moan. "Ohhh fuck Master mmm oh yesssss fuck you!" I feel your juices pour down my shaft, your muscle dance. "Oh fuck yes Master!!!"

I lye you back down as I slide out, pausing to taste you once more. Then I slip off the bed, still rock hard. Standing at the foot of the bed, my cock pulsing up and down, the blood visably throbbing in the veins. I raise a hand and motion with my index finger for you to 'come here'. You sit up, move forward with a glare, and crawl across the bed to me, my cock starring you eye to eye.

You cup my balls and tug them hand with a grin, making me flinch and grunt. Then with a little tease of your lips on the head of my cock, I grab the back of your head and force it in. You bite down a little, making your teeth graze my shaft as I use both hands to hold your head and thrust you up and down on my cock.

I let go of you head, but you stay right there as I pump my hips, thrusting into your mouth. CRACK. The belt strikes your ass without warning while you take me in your mouth. You bite down harder, warning me. CRACK. The other cheek. I feel your grin on my cock. CRACK. CRACK. Pumping your face. CRACK. CRACK. Pumping faster and faster. CRACK. CRACK. "Oh fuck yes baby... Mmm... Take it you fuckin nasty little slut!" CRACK. CRACK. You wrap your lips around your teeth, and gum my cock, biting down hard as I thrust faster and faster. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. "Oh Fuck Yes!" CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK, as I fill your mouth.

Taking every drop of cum, your grab my cock hard by the shaft and pull me to you. I lean down a little and we kiss, sharing our juices, sharing my cum. I lean into you, falling onto the bed, pushing down on top of you, our lips never parting.

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The Belt



It wasn't proving a successful, nor enjoyable evening. A sultry warm night, permeated with the sounds of everyone having a good time. They were enjoying it, but for me it was a washout. 

I'd never liked this town, having only moved here to be with the now ex-wife. But, it was home, for now at least and work was close by too. 

With the changes in the economy, changing wasn't likely any time soon so I may as well enjoy the summer whilst it lasts.

The one benefit to drinking in the late evening summer sunshine though is not being holed up indoors. The rays radiated downwards, gradually created longer shadows as the piped music from indoors, some trashy 80's track I hardly remembered had the men and women of this town dancing. 

For me though, that wasn't to be the case. I never dance. 

Bored out of my skull and contemplating an early end to the evening, I shifted position to observe the car crash of an evening. And was I glad.

Out of the corner of my eye, I captured sight of an alluring image. A woman, probably mid-20's and with a fine body came into sight. What did make me look though was just what she was trying to do.

It was pretty clear she'd just been to the festival style outdoor toilets and was now struggling to fasten her belt around her slender midriff. Each time, she checked she had it the right way round, and, as sure as an octopus picking the right football scores, each time, it fell to the ground.

Exasperation fell upon her face, now clearly becoming all the more frustrated by the troublesome leather strap and we briefly caught each others glance. A shy, timid smile confronted me, and as shy a response headed back her way from myself.

But my brain was already working overtime. It'd been months since I'd felt the tender touch of a woman. Frantically my mind started working it's way through an opening phrase to attract her attention and perhaps stimulate some conversation.

There was no need for words as I worked my way through the throng of laughing, chatting revellers. Right up behind her.

She jumped a little as I took hold of her belt, by now cast aside on the table and slowly wrapped it around her slender torso. The smell of her perfume, her hair everything came and washed over me as I checked it wasn't too tight. There was no escape for the belt this time and, much to my relief it stayed firmly in place.

As she turned to face me, that shy smile came back once more as she thanked me for my efforts.

"And how's your evening, my knight in shining armour?" she mused.

"Beltin'" I quickly quipped back, thankful that I'd not had to make the opening line, and the opportunity for humour had so easily presented itself to me.

The ice was broken in those few, short moments and we chatted like old friends. In that time, I'd discovered that Jane was 26, lived nearby, was single and made it abundantly clear she was in the mood to party into the small hours.

What I didn't realise, at that time, was just what kind of party she had in mind, but I soon realised that the invitation was extended solely to me and so, as those who had been there for much of the evening strolled off to the other clubs dotted around this town we were in the taxi queue hand in hand and gentle and tender stolen kisses, becoming more urgent in her desire.

A few moments later, we stepped through the front door of her flat. A new-build on the outskirts of the centre. But I wasn't there to evaluate how nice her home was and she made that abundantly clear as she stumbled into my arms, rising up slightly once again as we kissed in each others arms.

Taking my hand she took control of the situation, dragging me through her hallway and straight to her bedroom.

"I'm not normally so forward but I really need to be fucked" she bluntly stated as she unbuttoned my shirt casting it aside on the floor.

My hands worked there way to her belt, the same belt that had started this whole chain reaction of events off and as it landed with a metallic thud on her floor too, I lifted her dress off her to be presented with a body of perfection.

A slim size 10, toned, and just a hint of a tan, a nice pair of 34C tits encased in a plain bra. That too was discarded and I gazed upon her rapidly stiffening nipples before she worked her way down my body, trailing kisses over my neck and chest as she unfastened my jeans and found that I was already hard. Ready, and prepared to give her what she needed. 

She hurriedly took my cock out and quickly licked up and down my shaft, easing out just a hint of pre-cum which she ravenously lapped up before engulfing its entirety leaving me balls deep inside her.

As we collapsed in the bed, I slid my hand inside her thong, feeling how closely shaved she was, and most notably, how wet she had already become. Before long, we were both entirely naked, our hands roaming each others bodies as I kissed her neck and worked down to those fine breasts. I took her nipple in between my teeth and felt a gasp of pleasure arise from her lips as my fingers continued to work on her engorged clit and her breath became more ragged as she approached her orgasm.

If there is one thing I enjoy, it's the taste of a woman, and my tongue ventured further down her body, again taking in the wondrous scent of her sex. It stroked gently against her and I groaned at how delightful she tasted. If the intoxication of the night was wearing off, it was replaced with another form and I thrashed my tongue wildly against her, lapping up more and more of her juices.

By now her legs were wide apart allowing me unfettered access to her and I roughly inserted two fingers deep inside her curling up just enough to press just the right buttons.

It was enough to send her over the edge as I felt her tense up and with an almighty roar she came hard. The sound only spurred me on and within what felt like only seconds her whole body shuddered and convulsed with the pleasures being pulsed through her body.

"Don't just watch. Fuck me" she panted breathlessly.

I moved up her body and looked her in the eyes. The look of pure lust overcame me. It had been so long for either of us, that much was apparent and I threw her legs over my shoulders as I thrust myself deep inside her.

The amazing sensations of how hot she really was almost immediately sent me over the edge, barely able to hang on to any modicum of self-control. I knew if this was to last, and that's exactly what I wanted, I had to overcome the urges to wildly fuck this stunning creature of beauty and wild sex.

Pulling almost all the way and then just edging myself in a couple of inches seemed to calm my desires somewhat although it was doing some amazing things to Jane as she panted and writhed more, pushing towards me forcing me to gradually bury myself deeper inside her pussy.

The sounds of our rampant fucking permeated the room, two bodies connected as one as both our desires became more and more satisfied by each other and we surged and writhed against each other, each forward thrust plowing myself deeper within.

The growing urges within me came back and the pace of both our movements and our erratic breathing became more frantic as she approached yet another orgasm. That was enough to throw me over the abyss, that all too familiar tingle surging from my balls to the base of my cock then out, deep inside her, filling her with my cum.

Her tousled hair waving and a bead or three of sweat on her forehead we again looked into each others eyes recognising the enjoyment our encounter had given to both.

"Wow" was the very best I could muster when I finally caught my breath.

A wide grin, replacing the previously shy smile spread all over her face. "Now that was something" she replied.

As we lay cuddled close in the early morning sunlight, weakly trying to fight its way through the curtains we both knew that our futures fight not be the same in the future.

"That belt, we should frame it as a memento of the night" I suggested to her.

"A frame? I have far better uses for it" she winked back at me.

"Now sleep. I've got plans for you in the morning."



The Belt



The company I work for is the icon of adult entertainment. Between the early 21st century and today, we have developed over thirty new sex toys, the latest of which is The Belt.

In 2017, the president of our company wanted our products to be integrated with the same technology that prosthetics use so that amputees can control fake limbs with their nervous system. He bought the patented technology and used it to figure out how to reverse the process; we then had the technology to sense the transmissions nerves sent back to the brain.

We then developed the very first prototype Belt. In order to sense the transmissions, a needle had to penetrate the skin. What the Belt then did was sense the level of arousal of the wearer, and make the nub that was positioned to touch the clitoris to vibrate at the frequency required to keep the subject right on the edge of orgasm, but without allowing her to.

Because the skin had to be broken for this to work, the Belt was never released for safety purposes, but many improvements were made since. The first was that we managed to make the sensor capable of detecting the transmissions remotely, without breaking the skin. The second was that the device was changed from digital to analog, making it able to drive the wearer much closer to orgasm without the possibility of them being sent over the edge. The third was that a second setting was added; instead of keeping the wearer on the edge, the nub would drive the wearer to the edge, and then slow back down until the victim was relatively calm before driving them to the edge once more.

We'd had prototypes for this product for over a year, but I had supervised the first batch of one hundred just this morning. I also snagged one of them for myself and kept it in a locked compartment in my office.

I had been working late that day and most of the other employees had retired for the day. I was just opening the door to my office to retire for the day when I saw Katie walking down the hall. She was a sharp, intellectual girl who had joined the company last April. She had a cute smile and laugh, but always looked away sheepishly if she noticed anyone looking.

Just as she was walking past me, I clamped my hand over her mouth and used my other hand to pull her backward into my office. I then turned my back to the door and stepped back to close it. Katie jerked in surprise, then stopped struggling in confusion and tried to look around to see who it was. She couldn't, though, as my hand was still clamped tightly over her mouth, keeping her head in place.

"Put your head down on the floor," I whispered in a no-nonsense tone of voice. She nodded and obeyed, though she seemed more cautious than scared. As soon as her head touched the carpeting of my office I gently put my foot on her head and turned to fish out the belt from my cabinet, as well as some rope and a ball gag I had saved for such an occasion. I took my foot off of her head and knelt down beside her. Between that time and when I took her wrists and put them behind her back she was stock still. Whether out of fear or compliance, I couldn't tell.

I bound her wrists together, then stuffed the gag in her mouth and buckled it behind her head. Again, no resistance.

I began to pull down her pants and panties. She whimpered this time but still didn't resist. Once they were off, I used the slack from the rope around her hands to bind her in a hogtie. As I rolled her onto her back and examined her pussy, she took the opportunity to survey my office. When her eyes rested upon the belt that was beside her, her eyes widened and she began to thrash against the rope wildly. Unfortunately for her, she was already bound and there was no sport in slipping the belt around her waist and securing the nub on top of her clit.

She stopped struggling once it was already fastened, but the fear in her eyes was evident. I decided to play on her fear further. I turned the belt on to the second setting, stood up, and made a move toward the door as if to leave for the night. She emitted loud whimpers that were almost stifled by louder moans.

I turned around with a wide smile and knelt over her again. Her eyes were almost unfocused from the pleasure, but I could see her trying to give me an angry look. I gave her a smile and straddled her, producing my cock from my fly. By now she was moaning so much she seemed almost high, so she didn't even notice until I pushed up her shirt and bra and wedged it between her breasts.

Katie gasped and groaned, saliva clinging all around her gag and dribbling down her cheeks into her hair. I squeezed her breasts together and began to fuck them. She ached her back into me involuntarily, and I grinned at her. I think she was more focused on coping with the sensory overload at the moment, though. I continued to pleasure myself with her breasts for a few more moments, bringing myself to the edge before stopping. There were much better places to cum than on her chest.

I backed up a bit and bent over, on top of her. I then forced her legs apart, leaned in, and stuck my cock inside her pussy, which was now dripping wet. Katie writhed and shuddered in pleasure, despite the fact she was shaking her head back and forth. I began fucking her slowly, enjoying the tightness of her pussy while she writhed in sexual frustration. The belt would slow its vibrations as she gained more and more stimulation from the penetration, keeping her on the edge no matter what... That was, until the belt shut off completely and simply fucking her would send her over the edge.

Her pussy was warm and wet and I quickly had to slow down I was so close to the edge already. I paced myself, going at a slow, steady pace. Katie's expression was mingled with sexual agony and overwhelming pleasure. Tears streamed down her face and sweat matted her brow. She was squirming uncontrollably now and seemed to take no notice of the room or me.

It wasn't long before my willpower snapped and I began pounding into her as hard and fast as I could. Only a few seconds after I started doing this, I was on the edge and Katie arched her back and let out a wail of pleasure, shaking uncontrollably and panting heavily. Before I had time to pull out her thrashing had sent me over the edge and I gripped her hard, yanking her head back by her hair, my other resting on her breast, and jetted stream after stream of hot cum deep into her pussy.

I reached down and turned the belt off. Katie and I then laid there together, panting and exhausted, and as our breathing slowed, we became aware of each others' presence in a way we hadn't before. I moved my arms in a position to push myself up, feeling cold sweat hanging from our bodies. I had no idea how long we'd been laying there. My cock had been in her pussy the whole time until I got to my knees, my cock slipping from between her folds.

I rolled her over and then untied her. She barely moved, mostly like because she was exhausted, but when the knots were completely untied she stretched and wiggled her wrists and ankles, trying to restore circulation. I moved behind her and gently unbuckled the gag that had been inside of her. She stretched her jaw too. Last I stood and helped her to her feet, and then, pushing down her bra and shirt, I helped her take off the belt. She scratched the faint mark left by the belt, pressed into her skin by both her on weight and the sweat that still clung to her body. She was silent the whole time.

Katie moved over to her pants and panties and began dressing herself, and I, taking a quick glance at myself, tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up. I then stored away the rope, gag, and belt, and finally walked over to her, fully dressed, and took her hand.

As our gazes met, a mutual smile crept across our faces, and then she leaned in and kissed my cheek. Suddenly, my wrist still sweaty, I felt an impulse to scratch it and then noticed my watch. We'd been in my office for nearly two hours. Katie's gaze followed mine and her eyes widened.

"Ah, I really need to go," she said, and, giving my hand a squeeze, let go of it and started toward the door.

"Alright," I replied, awkward because so few words had been exchanged. But the look she'd given me, and the unspoken conversation we'd had laying there told me that she simply had to be home soon.

I wouldn't have minded going home and winding down myself, so I got my briefcase, locked the door to my office, and followed her outside. I had a feeling that we'd never look at each other the same way now.



The Belt



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The Belt



He stood over her, his belt in one hand and a drink in the other. Raising his glass to his lips he noticed the ice had melted more than he expected, the large cubes watering down the bourbon. That was probably a good thing, he knew he would hurt her if he lost his head and she wouldn't tell him to stop when she was this far in. This was the sixth weekend in a row she had been to see him and her pale skin showed evidence of his work over the last few visits. He couldn't see her face but knew her right cheek still bore his handprint. He had never backhanded a woman before but there had been many things he had done with her that were new. She brought out something primal that almost frightened him. He took one more sip and placed his glass carefully on the table behind him then raised his arm, aiming for her outer thigh.

She heard the stiff leather hit her skin an instant before she felt it. A sting and then heat spreading through her body. He rarely spoke when they were together and never gave a warning before delivering a blow, but the first was always warning for the next. She sucked in a breath sharply and arched her back. The next strike caught her across the buttocks. A third and fourth followed quickly and she cried out, only to have him push her head down into the cushion of the ottoman she was kneeling over. Once more and then she heard ice clinking on glass as he took a drink. 

The belt had left angry red stripes on her skin. He pulled a piece of ice from his drink as he knelt behind her, she gasped as he ran it gently over the welts. He caressed her skin with his other hand and she arched her back again, her body begging for more. He noticed how wet she was now and ran his fingers up her slit and over her ass, it amazed him how much she really did enjoy this. It also amazed him how much he enjoyed it- his cock was throbbing now. The ice was melting on her skin and leaving trails of moisture where it touched, he ran it down to her ass and pushed it quickly inside. He clamped his hand over her mouth just as she started to cry out and drove his cock all the way inside her ass behind the ice cube. She screamed against his hand and he pulled her body back against his, he growled and sank his teeth into her shoulder, making her scream again. The ice melted quickly and lubricated his long, deep strokes as he fucked her, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her. 

She was gasping for air but grunting every time he sank his cock into her ass. He was big, bigger than any man she had experienced before and this was the first time he had been inside her. They had discussed it, God, she had begged him to fuck her but he never had. Now that he was she was in equal parts pain and ecstasy. He took his hand off her mouth just long enough for her to get a deep breath in, then covered her mouth and nose, completely cutting off her air supply. They had experimented with some breath play before and her orgasm had been mind-numbing. She shuddered with the anticipation of the one she could feel building. He released his bite on her shoulder and pain seared through it as blood flow returned, at the same time he wrapped his free hand up in her loose hair and pulled out of her ass. She had a split second to feel very empty before he slowly pushed into her pussy. He began thrusting slowly, deliberately, pushing in deep every time and within a matter of seconds her body started to shake. Blackness was creeping in around the edges of her vision, her whole body was trembling and her muscles were contracting around his cock inside her.

He pulled her against him with both hands and pushed in as deep as he could go. There was resistance when he met her cervix but he kept pushing, there would be no part of her body that wouldn't feel this tomorrow. He was close and he could feel her orgasm- her muscles squeezing his cock and her juices running down their thighs- he moved his hand down to her throat and groaned, filling her pussy with cum. In a distant part of his mind he was surprised, she had sucked him dry twice in the last few hours and didn't think he had another in him. Easing his grip on his throat and hair, he realized she was unable to hold herself up. He eased her down to the floor and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest as she panted softly. He was still catching his breath as well, but then again no one had been cutting off his air supply. He felt her breathing slow and saw that her eyes were closed. 

"Daisy!" he whispered.

She moaned lightly and looked up at him through half-closed eyes. 

"Good girl." he said and pulled her back into him, closing his eyes. His last thought before drifting into sleep was that he could love this girl and maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all.