We decided to do a little role reversal. Here’s Part 2 of our story started two weeks ago.
He undressed slowly, undoing each button with an almost exaggerated motion. She watched him, amused. Did he think that prolonging his punishment was going to make it less severe? She hoped he wasn’t that naive. In fact, the longer it took, the more aroused she got, the more she would like using him.
When he finally worked his way down to the bottom of the shirt and slid it off, letting it fall to the floor at his feet.
He reached down and undid the belt on his pants, not taking quite so long to remove it, before folding it in half and holding it out for her. “Wouldn’t want you to be without a toy for your toy, Mistress.”
She nodded her approval but stayed silent as she watched him continue undressing. She gripped the belt tightly in her hands, feeling the tension in her muscles as she ached to begin unleashing pain on her pet.
He buttoned his jeans and slid down the fly, revealing the bulge in his boxers. He had to hook both fingers into the waistband and wriggle his ass, but he eventually managed to shimmy them down. “Underwear too, Mistress?” he asked.
“Yes, pet. I want to see the welts forming on your bare ass when I beat it.” She slid the leather belt through her palm and then slapped the two halves of the belt together. It sounded impressive.
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