Choked

My Master kisses me as he puts his belt around my neck. My cunt grows wet as he pulls it into place around me; not too tight, just enough that it lightly presses against my skin.

“Are you ready, little slut?”

“Yes Sir!”

I lie back, tilt my head back over the arm of the sofa and open my mouth. With his belt held firmly in his fist, he pushes his cock into my mouth.

He drives it in deep; in this position his cock pushes deep down my throat. Without the belt, it would be hard to breath; with it, it is almost impossible.

He fucks my throat with long, slow, deep strokes. As his cock moves between my lips, he begins to pull on his belt, slowly tightening its grip around my neck.

With each thrust of his cock, it becomes even more difficult to breathe; my lungs become increasingly starved of air. His leather cuts into my skin. The buckle presses against my windpipe. His thick cock obstructs my airway.

Tears flow from my eyes. My cunt is uncomfortably wet.

The belt tightens. The lack of air makes me lightheaded. Every so often, he pulls his cock from my mouth, allowing me a few seconds to gasp and fill my lungs before continuing the onslaught.

My jaw aches. My throat is raw. Hot tears sting my eyes. I desperately want to finger my cunt to give me some relief, but my hands are bound tightly behind my back.

He fucks my mouth, he fucks my throat, he is relentless, my moth is simply a hole for his cock; my body, an object for my Master to use.

Suddenly he is gone.  As I gasp, pulling air into my oxygen starved lungs, he erupts over me. His cum splashes over my face.

Have I pleased him? I await my sentence.

“Well done, little slut, you did very well,” my Master says as he helps me to sit up and unties the bindings from my wrists. “For that, I’m only going to give you two lashes… Per cheek.”

I remove his belt from around my neck  and, with downcast eyes, I offer it to him.

“Thank you, Sir,” I say in a hoarse whisper as I turn around and assume the required position…

Chloë