The Belt

He took the belt off and he took his time
Damn, he didn’t move fast enough, in my mind
There wasn’t a sublime space of taste that could
Escape the visualization of the manifestation
Of what was to come.

He removed it through one loop at a time
And I knew what was on his mind
But just as it was moving slowly at first
My mind took off with a burst of excitement
And enlightenment

I couldn’t move, didn’t dare, I just wanted to know
Where I’d be when the leather of belt would be felt
Against my skin, what position I’d be in and when
Would it begin?

But then a surprise, as my eyes caught the belt
Now felt against my throat, the throat that did coat his
Dick just moments before, he was now adding to the
Score, restricting my movement, holding me in place
Knowing that my face was now flush with the pace
Of the moment.

Now bent into position, locked into submission
This was a definite contradiction to the thought
I had just moments before.

I wanted that belt to be felt against my body
Stinging and spanking, my very spirit thanking him
For the moment of pleasure, no ordinary measure
Of love and emotion.

Had I been bad or not bad enough?
Damn this was going to be rough
But if he couldn’t take it… oh well
That’s his tough luck

With his pants now to the floor, I knew what was next,
I was no longer perplexed and yet, I was focused on…

The belt…