He was naked, on all fours, crouched on her bed, facing away from her. She was beating his ass with a belt. With HIS belt. That she had given to him, and instructed him to wear every day. Of course he did, because he was hers, and did what she told him. Most of the time.
He was wearing it today when he had walked into her apartment, looped around his jeans. But then a few minutes later, he was no longer wearing it. They had played a strip card game, and she had beaten him soundly. Trash talking him after every winning hand, choosing what to take off of him next. His shirt. Then he won, and took her earrings. He was confident he would be winning a lot more, he could take his time choosing items. He was mistaken. Next he lost his socks. Then his pants, and she made him take out the belt and hand it to her. She teased its tip along his bare chest. They could both see the large tent in his boxer briefs. Twitching and throbbing. She beat him again. Now she made him strip off the boxer briefs and do a little dance for her. He showed her everything. He was fully naked now, his raging boner jutting out from his body. She didn't want his bare ass on her couch. She made him go get a towel to sit on.
He thought the game was over at this point, but oh no. It was just getting started. She told him that if he didn't win a hand, she was going to beat him. Like hitting him beating him, not beating him in cards which was too easy. Then she ran her fingernail along the shaft of his penis which was conveniently within reach and readily accessible because she had beaten him repeatedly and taken all his clothes. Descending along his shaft to his balls and tickling between them. He squirmed and his cock bobbed. A drip of pre-cum appeared at its head. He could not think about anything else except her touch. Her control. He could barely pay attention to the cards and lost again quickly.
Now she was directing him to kiss her feet. He complied, leaning forward and sprawling his body to better reach her. He kissed the top of each foot, and took the left in his hands and massaged while kissing each toe and the sole. Then the right. She liked that. She delighted in her victory, and his subservience. She grabbed the belt and wrapped it around his neck. He was leashed. She tugged on it and directed him higher. Now he was kissing upwards along her calves. Then her kneecaps, and the insides of her knees. Reaching up his hands to massage and stroke her thighs. More tugs from her, continuing his upward trajectory. Keep moving, boy. Getting warmer. Kissing her flesh above her knees, outside at first, moving inward. Now mixing in some licks. She raised her hips. The card game was over, but not yet her longer game.
*She* was still clothed in a skirt and panties, though that still left plenty for him to see and touch. His lips tickled high on her inner thighs now. He kissed toward their junction. His tongue mischievously darting close to HER lips. Now flattening over her panty-clad vulva and its tip curling and stroking into a teasing lick. His hands reaching beside and behind her to squeeze her cheeks. Thick, fleshy, warm handfuls. He squeezed and kissed and licked.
She kept her grip on his leash with one hand and gave a low moan of approval, while closing her fingers into the hair on his head with her other hand. He took one of his hands off her ass and moved her panties aside enough to lick along one of her lips. It was exquisite. She loved it. "Good boy!", she cooed. He licked delicious fire along the rim of her pussy, with some alternating broad strokes over her still-clad center. The fabric was getting wet on both sides now.
She loved his attentions, but had not forgotten how he had come to have assumed this position. She had beaten him over and over, and won while he had lost. It was time for a different kind of beating now. She tugged sharply on his leash. "Up!", she commanded.
He got to his feet. He looked at her for his next instruction, but his eyes were a bit unfocused. She admired his toned body, and reveled in her control of it. Manifested in part by his engorged penis, jutting stiffly away from his body, a string of semen dangling off of its head about halfway to the floor. She caught it on her fingertip and fed it to him. He closed his eyes and let her shove her finger deeply into his mouth. He licked it clean. "Into the bedroom and onto the bed, on all fours", she said. "I beat you at cards and now I'm going to beat your body."
And then she did. After he assumed the position on her bed, she unlooped the belt from his neck and started hitting him with it. Lashing it over his arms, his sides. Striping his ass with it. It was hurting him, she could tell. But he crouched there and took it. Sometimes she needed to hurt him and compel his acquiescence. Like right now. She had won and he had lost and this is how she wanted to celebrate her victory. She beat him and beat him. It was an additional victory how readily he let her do it to him. He would never put up with this from a random stranger. But he liked submitting to her. He stayed in position and his groans after some hits were music to her ears. She teased her fingernails over his bare skin. She tickled his balls, then caged them within her fingers and thumb. He moaned, his twitching shaft protruding away and outside her cage, fresh drips of semen dangling down.
