From The Belt To Begging on the Floor

---------------------------fiona's Account----------------------------------

So, Sir and I were staying at a friends house recently. 
Just the two of us and we had the house to ourselves.

I bring Sir a belt and set it beside him on the side of the bed.
I walk to the end of the bed.
I pull off my t-shirt and take off my bra
I take my pants and panties down and
bend over the end of the bed, arms stretched out.

He finishes what he was doing
(in his own sweet time)
he pics up the belt and ....

--------------------------Sir's Account-------------------------------------

I spank her with the belt.  Not too hard at that start, but gradually
working her up.  I can always tell when she has turned the corner.
There is this change in the sound she makes.  Not a coo or an ooohhh,
but a verbal release.  She has crossed over.  At this point she arched
her back and elevated her ass for what was coming.  I know that I 
owned her body and soul.

---------------------------fiona's Account----------------------------------

When he's done, he lays across the bed and picks up his iPad.
I have absolutely no idea what he's doing on it, but he tells me to stay right there.
I'm naked laying bent over the bed and he's focused on something other than me.
He looks up periodically acknowledging my existence.

I'm breathing and absorbing the glorious heat emanating from my ass.
I'm adoring the objectification.
I can literally feel my arousal increasing.

I lay my head on my hands looking at my Sir.
I think....
...about how much I adore him
...about the amazing endorphin release of having my ass belted
...about how gorgeous Sir looks laying there
...about how grateful I am that he told me to stay there
...about how my calfs are hurting
...about how hot may ass actually feels
...about how much I want to suck on his cock
...about ......

Eventually I say, "Sir, could I use my vibe?"
"Yes, go get it...right now...quickly...just the way you are."
"But I'm naked and there are windows."
and he just looks at me and raises his eyebrow!

Crap!  Why the FUCK did I open my too big mouth?
AHHHHHH!
I run like the fucking-WIND and grab the bag which has my vibe.
I come back and he smiles as I come panting back into the room.
"Lay down, right here and masturbate for me."
He points to the floor, the FLOOR, right next to the bed.

I lay on the floor and put the vibe between my legs.
"I can't hear you." he says.
I so frequently work on being quiet,
 I realize I kind of have trouble being loud when masturbating.

I work on letting go.

He rolls over and his head pops over the side of the bed.
He watches me.
His hand reaches over and he touches my pussy.
The vibrator vibrates my clit.
He rubs around the outside and then opens my lips.
The vibrator finds the hard nub of my clit.
He pulls on each lip and releases.
I shutter with the added twinge of pain.
He touches me and rubs up and down my slit.
I close my eyes and moan.
He slips his fingers inside.


--------------------------Sir's Account-------------------------------------

This is the point where all the foreplay, all the domination has come to a
head.  I can tease her and she begs for more.  I pull, I tug, I rub and she 
is in ecstasy.  I have her right where I want her.  On the ground and 
begging.  Begging for the release of an orgasm.  I reach down and slide my 
finger into her wet pussy and I know that she is going to come for me again
and again.  How I love her being a good girl, being obedient and coming for
me on command.