Your toes were starting to tire, and your ass was on fire. Fuck. She grabbed your face and slapped it hard, but you kept looking straight ahead. You tried to cough but couldn’t as you felt it again – the hot fire running down the opposite tit. You weren’t ready to quit yet. It was his belt that the woman had used, it was his ropes that tied her up, and this was his ploy. “You need to learn patience slut”
You nodded in defeated agreement and waited until she released your head. The taste of the clothe in your mouth was pervasive and the smell pungent. What the fuck was going on? You tried to listen, to figure out what was next, to at least prepare. Again, her fingers found your pussy, and impossibly, the sweet spot you love deep inside. That’s when it you felt it again – another burning ribbon across your ass, the distinctive crack against skin. Losing control, you thought. She squeezes your ass cheeks and slaps them hard with her hand. The thought made you tremble…
What had we been doing if not “breaking” me? “Good” your husband said, “I think you have earned your collar now, slut”
“Yes, Sir” you croaked.
