Panting heavily, sweat dripping down My hairy chest,
My musky cock's rigid and demanding your wet heat,
I stand there with My belt in My fist.
Scream for Me, yes scream, slut, scream,
And you willing obey.
A symphony of submission,
The sound of you letting go of all the pointless bullshit that holds you down.
I hear them leave your body and hear your spirit soak in that music...as you moan, as you whimper, as you scream.
Let it go, child.
Let it go.
All those fucking fears and stresses, your week long worries, your pent-up frustrations,
Let them go.
Your needless self hate, your demanding duties at work, All the responsibility of being in control, of taking care of business at work and at home
Let it go.
All your body issues, your nightmares, your inner critical voices that say you're not good enough, not pretty enough, not worthy enough, not enough to be loved, to be desired, to be valued, those disgusting toxic lies.
Let them go.
My beautiful, sexy girl, My pretty, sexy slut, I want it all.
My leather belt beats your beautiful plump ass red,
My raging beast wants blood and pain as I smack your beautiful body.
Your soft fucking flesh, delights at My fearful leather belt, I smell your arousal and it makes Me hurt you more. My leather belt marks you as Mine.
Screaming, moaning, cumming, little girl, pretty slut,
~bae's thoughts:
i loved this from the moment i saw the first word. It makes me think of my Owner, Mike and what He may feel when i am laid out before Him with Him standing behind me and i hear the clink of the buckle on His belt. The pleasure He must get when He sees me tense at the sound, and flinch at that first soft stroke of leather across my bare ass. The fear and anticiaption my body must surely give away because my mind knows that the soft touch will be followed by a pain that i can not escape from. Shoot, now i'm wet and hot!