We had the house to ourselves last night, as usual we were relaxing in the bedroom watching some TV. Musicman typically sits on the lounge, while I curl up on the bed. We have a king size water bed and I have a habit of making a nest for myself with the comforter and curling up in it.
It was early yet and we were in the middle of watching a program, so I was somewhat surprised when he came over and sat next to me on the bed. He had a question for me, "where's this new implement?'
"Ummm...tucked under the edge of the bed."
From where he was sitting, he didn't even have to get up, just reach down and there it was. Well, actually there were two of them. Once I had measured and cut down the belt, I was left with a longer piece. I didn't get rid of it, because I thought it would be better to let him pick which one he preferred. Turns out he preferred the longer one, though he did fold it over.
That gave me pause for a moment when I saw him fold it, but only for a moment. I just laid there, curled up in my nest, watching him as he worked with the belt, folding it, creasing it, adjusting his grip until it was the way he wanted. When he turned to face me, I didn't move, or do anything. I just laid there staring at him as he stood looking back at me.
He never said a word, just reached into my nest, removing my fleece pants and turning me over all at the same time. I ended up with my face buried in the comforter and my now naked ass up in the air. He was standing right at the edge of the bed. He grabbed both my feet and wedged them in between his legs. I was very effectively immobilized.
He didn't give me even a moment to think, which is good, no time to anticipate or panic. The strap fell quickly and repeatedly, such a nice sting, followed by that lovely warmth. He spent some amount of time attending to my backside and thighs. I was very quickly lost in subspace, squirming into the strap and begging for more.
The combination of knowing I was conquering a fear, along with the feel of the leather was intoxicating. I've orgasmed before just from spanking, but not as fast as I did last night. I hadn't even realized that he'd released my legs when he started to tap at my lady parts with the belt. That's usually all the direction I need to adjust position and open my legs. I must have been a bit slower then usual, cause it finally penetrated my haze when I heard him say, "spread'em". Of course, I did, I always do exactly what I'm directed to do when I'm in that head space.
I love having the lady parts spanked and this was no exception. He'd alternate between swatting my ass and my pussy. I love that, cause I never know where the next blow will strike. The anticipation is as powerful as the actual connection of implement to skin for me. I was soon exploding again, my own juices now flowing down my thighs.
I was still in position, kneeling, legs spread, when he reached for my ponytail and pulled me up and back against him. His hand left my hair and firmly encircled my throat holding me in place. He gave each of my breasts a few swats with the belt, then I moaned as his hand left my throat. It was just for a moment, long enough to pull my shirt up, then it was back. Holding me in place and comforting me all at the same time. He started in again on my breasts and this time alternated between them and the lady parts.
The only thing I remember from then on is the all over tingling in my body and the complete and utter feeling of being owned. That irrefutable knowledge, that my body is no longer my own. I knew, without a doubt, I belonged to him and he could and would, use me anyway he saw fit. I don't know how many times more I came before he released me and guided me as I sunk back down onto the bed.
I lay there limply, unable to even think. It barely registered that he had gotten into the bed next to me, until he started to position me again. Still face down, one leg over his lap, the other pushed as far open as it would go. The man gives a new meaning to the word torture, for torture me he did. Hands everywhere, spanking and rubbing and invading me into orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Barely letting me catch my breath after each one before starting the drive up to that glorious peak again.
There was much more that happened after, but all I really remember is, I found heaven, at the end of a leather belt.