It can have many uses
We own a belt. It’s a good-quality man’s belt, but that’s not why it is significant to us. It was our first purchase as a couple.
I met Nimue for the first time while on a business trip. At the end of our delightful night together, I had to dress in a suit for a meeting. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to pack a dress belt appropriate for the suit.
No problem. Nimue and I drove to a men’s store in a nearby shopping mall and picked out this belt. Ever since, we’ve referred to it as “our belt” and I’ve let her know with pride when I’m wearing it.
This last meeting also was a work trip for both of us, and I dressed in a gray suit and striped shirt for my meeting. And that belt.
When I returned to the hotel room, takeout dinners in hand, I found Nimue sitting on the bed, nude except for a white camisole, typing into her laptop. After she saw me and we kissed, though, she shoved the laptop aside, pulling me onto the bed by my tie.
Nimue had long expressed a desire to have sex while I wore a suit, which I often do for my business meetings. Men in Nimue’s line of work wear suits only rarely, and I can understand her fascination with what, to her, is a rarity. Her hands made quick work of opening the belt and lowering the zipper, and in moments my cock was in her mouth, giving in completely to her sucking prowess. Once she had me hard, she spun me around and pulled me onto the bed, cock pointed to the ceiling.
“I want to fuck you,” she gasped, holding me down.
And fuck me she did, woman on top, facing me, holding me down, her succulent globes bouncing in my face. I was more than happy to be dominated in this way. The experience of being ordered what to do by my lover, while not something I ordinarily accept, was quite arousing in this context. Before long, as Nimue undulated on top of me, squeezing my erection with her elegantly vibrant cunt, I was shooting a load straight up into her.
We lay next to each other, kissing and recovering, after I had removed my suit, shirt and underwear. Casually, I fingered our belt in my hand. Thick, stiff, luxurious, I thought, eyeing the curve of Nimue’s ass. Stroking her smooth skin with it. Feeling my cock stiffen at the sudden thought of applying one to the other.
“Get up,” I ordered. She looked at me with an expression that was half quizzical, half fearful at my random timing and the implement I held in my hand. She rolled over and began rising from the mattress.
“On hands and knees,” I growled. “Suck my cock.”
Our roles had reversed. “Yes, sir,” Nimue said eagerly as she knelt on the sheets, quivering, holding my cock in her hand.
My arm whipped down, striking the folded-over belt directly across her ass.
“Suck me,” I snarled. “NOW!”
Ahh, lovely. That is quite a nice belt. And quite a nice application for it. I’m putting that one on my to do list.
Your fb’s may be wondering why you’re taking them belt shopping, Wilhelmina. But I’m sure they will figure it out in no time.
You have NO idea how much I am looking forward to our next time together. I suspect I won’t know what hit me… literally.
Mmmm, and on that note, I’m taking you both – and the belt – to bed with me in my head! Hope you don’t mind.
The delights of our upcoming meeting are forming in my mind, my dear Nimue, and they will be dark and foreboding indeed. Prepare yourself.
Nimue and I would be honored to titillate you in your dreams, Amalthea. I only hope the sounds of leather striking flesh, my strident commands and her moans of pleasure don’t keep you awake all night.
I’ve been quietly enjoying these stories for about six months now, feeling no need to express any opinions until now.
This new kind of behaviour can be truly life changing and threatening to your relationship at the same time if you don’t set up rules and boundaries before you proceed. I realize you both think of it as just play now, but if what you are writing as reactions from both of you to this new stimulus then this can get out of hand quickly and ruin not only your occasional get togethers and fantasy life relationship but also your private lives as well. Dominance and submission are powerful emotions that should not be underestimated. I would suggest you together seek out a professional dominant to get a more thorough idea of what can be done and what shouldn’t and how to control it in your mind before you lose what you already have accomplished.
I can’t speak for others out here, but I for one am jealous of your whole relationship and for a variety of reasons am unable to even come close to matching it. I would hate to see a mistake made now. =
Sickboy — I’m glad you’ve been enjoying our stories… it’s very gratifying, although I hate that you think you can’t have something similar for yourself.
I understand your concern about what seems like a sudden change in direction in our relationship. We really do believe we have a pretty good handle at dealing with each other’s limits and boundaries. The idea of D/s is not really so new for me. I was engaged in something where that was the main focus for several months, and although it isn’t the only thing I enjoy, it did give me a taste for the outer limits, so to speak. I am just grateful that I have met in Merlin someone open enough to explore and discover different aspects of himself. In terms of it getting out of hand… the one thing I’m sure of is that Merlin doesn’t want ‘domination’ to dominate our relationship, let alone our private lives. We are very much on the same page in not wanting this kind of play to be more than play, or the only thing we do. I respect those who choose D/s as a 24/7 lifestyle, but I know that’s not for me.
I want to second Nimue’s comment, sickboy. To me, our ventures into D/s are exploratory, and I am still trying to sort out what they mean to me, emotionally and sexually. Unlike Nimue, I had never before gone beyond good-natured ass-spanking in my sex play. This is a new and fascinating dimension of sex, to me. I have felt its power, and I think I respect it enough to proceed with caution and not do anything that would disrupt the beautiful relationship we have developed. I truly love this woman.
I want to emphasize that every rough playtime we’ve had so far was followed by tender, intimate cuddling, even though I haven’t always written about it. I intend to keep it that way.
I am glad you are enjoying the tale of our developing love. We are two very lucky people. And we are living proof that there’s no reason you can’t be lucky yourself in this manner someday.