We had been listening to music on the floor sharing a strong drink when he asked. I love it when he asks me. He is a sweet, caring man, but when he has the belt, he is commanding, uses me, and will slap me around.
He was moving his hands up my legs. "Do you want the belt?" he asked me. I nodded. He told me to undress as he left the room. When he returned with the belt, my hands were obediently together stretched out for him. He tied my hands together and gently pushed me back onto the floor. He stared at me as he sipped the drink. When his pupils are huge like this, I know that I am in for it.
"Can I have a sip, please?" I asked. He nodded. I sat up, and he put the glass up to my lips. After I took a few sips, he tipped the glass and spilled whiskey down my lips, chin, and neck. He put the glass down and used his tongue to clean up the spill. His mouth moved to my nipple as his hand slapped my knees apart so that he could rub the areas between my pussy and thighs. I could feel his teeth and tongue on my nipple when he dipped the tips of two fingers into my pussy. He groaned, and I bucked against his hand. He shook his head and simply said, "No."