Maybe one of my belts becomes a blindfold, hmm? Not letting you see where the next strike is coming from, is aimed, arms tied behind your back to make sure you can't touch, you can't protect, you can't do anything but take it like a good girl, a good toy, the toy in your mouth not letting you complain, just drool with each strike, your body shaking with anticipation, the skin already turning red, bruises starting to form. Watching you twitch when I lightly brush another belt against your cheek, your exposed chest, your thighs, the gentleness a shock to your already struggling brain after being reminded of your place. My voice low in your ears
"you bruise so easily, little one, they're so pretty on you, it's almost like you were made to wear them. I think you'd look better with a few more, don't you?"
Watching you nod excitedly, your thighs squeezing together trying to hide how excited you just got, the puddle beneath you growing steadily and your thighs shining with your own juices, drool spilling down your chest. My hand wraps in your hair, my beard brushes against your neck as I get closer than you realized, my shoe pressing against the vibrating toy stuffed into your desperate pussy, watching your breath catch as it moves
"the next time you think you can talk back, the next time you think you have an opinion of what I say, the next time you think you have a voice that matters, you look at these and you remember your place. You remember what you are. You remember who owns you, your body, your holes, your thoughts. You remember your purpose. And you get on your fucking knees and use your mouth for the only thing it's good for"
***only with very explicitly stated consent, I'm only a monster if they beg me for it
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