hopeful68
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Master,
I have a craving for you that will not stop. My body feels like it is on fire with need for you.
When I think about the next time we meet, I cannot wait for your hands on me. Pulling me through the door, pushing me against the wall, your body pressing into mine, holding me still. Kissing me with such passion and need that it takes my breath away as your hands are free to roam my body. My need and passion are nearly uncontrollable and I am begging to cum and begging for your cock through ragged breaths of air. Your hands urgent and insistent on my breasts and in my hair, pulling, squeezing, hurting me. Your breath mingling with mine as our mouths meet again. Your sucking and biting my lips as I mumble my need for you.
My clothes seem to melt off, or were torn asunder, and I am standing in my heels and stockings, bra and underwear, panting as you step back and away from me. Your withdrawal from me seems.. to much to bear, but I wait, showing strength in patience. You reach to undo your belt, and my eyes begin to close with overwhelming need/desire to please you Master. I know you are going to hurt me, I know you are going to use me as you wish. I want you to hurt me, to teach me, as many times as it takes, that I belong to you and only you. I know you want to drive this into my head, I know you want me to be yours and only yours. I am intoxicated by your touch, your taste and smell. The sound of your voice, telling me to wait, to have patience. I know at these moments you also have a hard time exhibiting patience as your need for me is great after such a long time away from your submissive.
I can hear the sound of your belt escaping it's loops, you step close and close your hand around my throat. Touching no other part of me. Your hand soft and gentle at first, you can feel my heart beating in my veins, my life is in your hands. You squeeze, slowly, methodically, restricting my air. My heart races faster as you hold me there. As you watch my struggle to wait to cum, to not beg with ever breath of air. My hips pumping in need for your cock. My skin ripe with anticipation of the beating I know is to follow. You carefully watch my face for struggle, and squeeze down tighter, cutting my air off even more. As, the lack of air slowly takes over my hand comes up to rest on your arm for support, I feel as if my legs will not support me. You release me but do not let me go as I need support. You tell me to turn and place my hands against the wall, and to leave them there until instructed to move.
I am whimpering now, filled with fear and anticipation. Will it be harsh or soft. Will this time be the time you take the time to really show me my place. I am positioned.. hands against the wall.. elongating my form, legs slightly spread, hips slightly thrust back towards you. My body doing it's own soundless begging for you. You reach up and unhook my bra and have me drop it to the floor so you have access to my bared breasts, then you take my panties off my hips and have me step out of them as well. The stockings and shoes are last to come off. I put my hands and feet back in position and wait. I can hear you moving around, my eyes closed, listening.
Your touch makes me jump just slightly as your hand softly makes contact with me. You slowly let your hand travel over my ass, up and down, both cheeks, over the small of my back, higher to touch and pull my hair, pulling my head back, your other hand reaches to find my bare breasts. You step close into me, pressing against me, I can feel your warmth on my cool skin, you ask me "Are you ready for your beating?". In my struggle I reply "yes Master". You step away from me again, your warmth and hands gone. I whimper with the lose of you.
(the next.. and all parts actually, are just my imagination at work)
The first strike, whether soft or hard is.. attention grabbing.. I come back to full reality and the the knowledge that I am going to be sustaining a beating at the hands of my trusted and loved Master fills my mind. You start softly (a rare thing for you), slowly bringing the belt over my skin slowly starting to warm my skin. One cheek then the other. I can feel the heat begin to rise in my body as my mind begins to drift. You stop occasionally to run your hand over my skin as it begins to redden and warm. The touch of your hand makes me want to cum, I beg, but am refused. As the time passes by, the strikes get harder, sharper. The sound of leather meeting skin is dominant in the room, followed by moans and refusals. The belt moves over my ass, my upper legs, outer thighs and hips, up my back to my shoulder blades. I am on fire, and in need of your cock inside of me. With your free hand you wrap my hair in your hand, pull tightly and give me a series of quick sharp and very painful blows, I am dancing in place and begging for release. You drop the belt to swing me around by my hair. I find you standing.. naked and hard, you shove me roughly to my knees and force your hard cock into my mouth. Tell me to take it all, which I do my best to do, I want all of you in me, and I fight the urge to gag and push back on you. You are insistent on getting your cock down my throat and push hard into me.. by the hair you fuck my mouth. I am gagging and trying not to cum, begging without being able to talk. You tell me take it all, and I do, you hold me down on your rock hard cock until I think I am going to pass out. I am then roughly without mercy, pulled to my feet and shoved to the bed, pushed down and bent over the bed, knees flat on the floor. The belt has magically appeared in your hand again and the sting of it is all consuming. You touch every part of my exposed skin, legs, ass, back. I am calling for mercy and to cum, I hear you say nothing.. just the sound of the belt making contact with skin.
You leave me then, briefly. A chance to catch my breath. But before I can fully regain any resemblance of myself, you are back, and pressing something against my ass. My plug, and you are pushing it in quickly and sharply. This hurts me and you want it to hurt and as you sink it home, you say to me, remember who you are, remember who you belong to. I reply with an inaudible yes Master and you are back again with the belt. Strike after strike hits my skin. I am begging with renewed and fevered strength. A warm sensation passes though my entire body and my mind leaves me completely. I am yours and your alone and your Domination is complete in my head and on my body.
You reach down and grasp me by my hair again, pulling me off the bed to my knees, you move around me and force, once more, your cock down my throat. I can tast your cum and I am sweating with my effort. With careless effort, you pull me to my feet by my hair and toss me away from you and onto the bed. Telling me to lay on my back, you begin the assault of my breasts and stomach and legs. I am clear of your intentions now, to leave me marked and battered, and clear on my position with you. Plug in place and calling for mercy, you strike me again and again. Pausing ever now and again to admire your work, to feel my hot skin, to let me catch my breath, to make me take your cock.
You watch me closely and knowing I am nearly spent, you once again pull me to my knees bent over the bed, and take out my plug, tossing it aside you penetrate my ass with your hard cock. I need this. I need you inside of me. I am only complete with you here, inside me like this.
I want you to collar me, to place me under your protection and power, permanently. To move about in this world knowing my place. Forsaking all others advances and manipulations.
Day dreams and night dreams of my Master.
your submissive,
c
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