(This is part 2… Part 1 is here… the background to this experiment is here.)

I held my breath, ironic considering what was about to come. He teased me with the leather end of his belt; stroking me with it, slapping my ass, pussy, thighs and feet with it a little as I writhed on all fours, flinching and moaning. Not hard enough to leave marks the next day, but hard enough to sting and wake me up.

When he finally gave in and looped it like a noose I gasped, not for air but at the shock of how close I was to cumming. He fucked me from behind, and I felt so needy. Needy for his hands and strength and the filthy strings of words coming out of his mouth. He laughed when he realized his belt was long enough (or I was small enough) that he could still slap my ass with it while it was around my neck.

The rest is a blur. I forgot who I was. His fingers were in my mouth as he pulled harder and harder on his belt, now his leash, telling me that dirty girls like me needed their mouths kept busy, telling me he wished there was another cock to make me feel like the little slut that I am. My face pushed down into the pillows as he fucked me as hard as he could, his grip tightening, my pussy tightening, my pulse pounding in my temples, and that strange sound in my ears, like waves.

I came in no time at all. I collapsed against him. He loosened my noose. I gasped. Everything stopped spinning, the ocean stopped ringing in my ears, all I could see was him. All I could feel were his hands.

“Better now baby?” he asked, genuinely.

And when I answered yes, he flipped me over onto my back, re-adjusted the belt so he could hold it from the front while he watched my face, and fucked me for another hour. At one point he stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself over my face, making me hold the belt myself, telling me to pull harder.

When he finally came inside of me we stayed like that a long time. Exhausted.

“How’d I do baby?” he asked sleepily.

“To be honest? I didn’t think you had it in you. But I was wrong.”

“Did it hurt?” he asked quietly.

“No. Yes. It’s hard to say.”

“It’ll be better next time.” he said. And with that he dozed off. And I was wide awake and bewildered, thinking of that sentence over and over, wanting to ask a million follow up questions; thrilled.