BDSM Play 21: We didn't need the toy bag after all

Anytime we're able to get a night out by ourselves, it's a good night to play.  We had an opportunity last weekend to go to a hotel.  As usual, we packed our toy bag, but a couple items were missing--belts.  I knew where the belts were, but in the process of getting out the door, I ended up getting sidetracked and forgot them.

I resolved to find a place to get a belt when we got to our destination.

We got to the hotel.  After we decided on where to go for dinner, I looked for somewhere to buy a belt--and it turned out there was a store open 24/7 (it was New Year's Day) only four minutes away from the restaurant.  Perfect!

After we had dinner (excellent service, by the way), we went shopping.  We couldn't find any studded belts, but we did find a nice, long leather belt with imprints of skulls with wings.  It was a size 50--the length was definitely going to add to the impact.

When we returned to the hotel, I got her to strip down to her lacy tank top.  Her ass was bare.  "Get on all fours on the bed," I commanded.  She promptly obeyed, displaying her lovely, round ass as a target.

I took the belt out of the bag, wrapped it around her neck, and held it with one hand, caressing her ass with the other.  I bent to speak into her ear, "Who are you?"

"Your dirty fucking slut." That is what she is supposed to answer.  That is what I have told her to answer, and she obeys. 

"That's right, whore.  You're my toy, my slut, my plaything.  Are you ready to have your ass whipped?"

"Yes, Master."

I took the belt away from her neck and got the measure with a few practice swings.  This is not because I need practice, but because it's not only a tease, but it gets her into the proper mindset.  It gets her wet. 

I took my first real swing.  The length of this belt meant that I could get both cheeks at once.  I often alternate; she lasts longer.  But this time, I alternated between both cheeks and her thighs.  With each swing, her ass and thighs turned a more pronounced shade of read, and she had marks on her thighs from the impacts that were a bit more than red skin. 

I stopped the whipping to find her clit with my finger.  I stroked it slowly at first, coating my finger with her wetness first and using it to lubricate her clit while I stroked.  She likes it done vigorously--violently, even--so my movements became more rapid.  Her breathing became heavy.  She moaned.  She writhed. 

"Master, can I cum?  Please?"

"Beg me, whore."

"Can I cum?  Please, Master, may I cum?  Please?  Please??"

"No, you may not."  And I stopped.  I do not deny orgasm except to edge, and I edge to make the orgasms more intense when I finally allow them.  I started whipping her again. 

I don't count the strokes, except to make her count, occasionally, but she can take a whipping.  I don't stop at 10, or 20.  There could be hundreds of strokes in a night, depending on the implement, especially when I stop to edge her.  And stop I did. 

I stroked her clit again, bringing her to bring.  She begged.  I denied her once more. 

I put the belt around her neck again, and I rolled her over on her back.  I went down on her.  I sucked her clit into my mouth, draped it over my teeth, and flicked my tongue over it.  I nibbled it, sucked it in and out between my lips, flicked it with my tongue...and once again, she was begging me to let her cum. 

"Cum for me, you dirty fucking slut."

And that reaction came...her breathing stopped, her back arched, she caught her breath and held it again, and I didn't stop.  I worked her clit with my mouth through more orgasms.  I did not count.  Eventually, they get painful for her.  Eventually, she said, "Master, I'm weak."   Her safe word. 

I wrapped the belt around her neck once again, and I mounted her.  I pulled the belt tight to choke her, and I fucked her savagely, smacking her head, holding my hand over her mouth and nose to cut off her breath occasionally, then grabbing the hair on both sides of her head and holding her in place while I came to the brutal finish.  I fucked her hard and used her hair for leverage, as I let the belt rest on her neck.  She gushed, leaving a huge wet spot on the mattress.   The more brutal, the wetter she is. 

I came hard, laid down beside her, held her close. 

"I love you."

"I love you, too." 

I stroked her hair and caressed her back as we came down from our intense physical and emotional high.  Aftercare is essential.