The white hot pain races through my body as the belt lashes across my cheeks. Never hitting the same spot, leaving a trail of fire across my tender skin. My hips writhe as He beats me. We have gone beyond spanking, beyond anything I ever dreamed of. I used to see the word "painslut" and shudder. Now I know that I am one, the feelings released from the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind.
Only He has been able to draw them out. Making me express them, facing them, owning them, making them my own. And His.
My body is bent in half, my waist at the edge of a high table. My arms are up over my head, securely fastened with thick leather cuffs. My feet are spread as far apart as they will go, a spreader bar between them. My ass cheeks are exposed, naked, and burning.
He started with slow strokes, light touches of the belt. He moves from my calves to my thighs, to the spot just under my cheeks, to my rounded bottom, to my back, my shoulders, and down again. Each round becoming more harsh, the snap of the leather the only sound except for my screams.
He stops briefly, his hand thrusting between my legs. I groan as thick fingers enter me. My cheeks flush at how slick and wet I am. There is no hiding from this Man.
As my hips buck against those fingers, he pulls them out and makes me lick them clean. He begins again to beat my surrendered body. I can feel the sweat running off my forehead, between my breasts and thighs. He promised to take me further this time. I can feel my mind slipping away as I become only a physical creature, feeling the blows deep in my soul.
He stops again, and unties my hands only to have me climb on the table on my back, the spreader bar still in place. He again ties my wrists to the table high over my head. My back arches, offering my breasts, because I know that is what he intends.
He starts. The belt whistling softly as the soft blows strike. My breasts, tummy, hips, pussy, inner thighs, calves, then back up again. Again, each round becoming harder. My nipples are like rocks, and the exquisite sting as the belt lashes across them is unbelievable. My body writhes and squirms and my mind becomes lost again. Feeling only the blows of His belt. I feel tears welling up in my eyes as he continues. I take short panting breaths as the belts rains down on me again and again.
He concentrates the belt on my cunt now. That's what I have become. A living, breathing cunt, every sense focused on that part of my body as he beats it. The belt wraps around me, from the top of my pussy to the cheeks of my ass. My knees try to lift up more, opening myself up for Him. Alternating between my open thighs to my pussy, I scream as he works on me.
Again, he stops, his hand cupping my sex. Long fingers insinuate themselves between my lips, caressing my throbbing clit. He stops.
I whimper and shudder on His table. My hips thrust up obscenely, wanting more. He leans down and whispers, "I am going to beat your cunt until you cum for Me, pet." I can only nod.
