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I feel the saliva
Building up in my mouth
As you pull it out
Holding it in front of my face
Like I’m the horse
And it is my bit
My halter.
“Open.”
With the one assertive word
From you
My mouth is widened
And you slip it in
My eyes look deep into yours
As your hands slip behind
To tighten it.
“On all fours.”
With the ballgag
Pulling at the corners of my mouth
My hands hit the floor
Shortly after my knees
My breasts swaying
Like pendulous flesh
And you smile down at me.
“That’s my Good Girl.”
I am yours
Looking up to you
From so low
As your hand goes to your waist
Unbuttoning your sport coat
And grasping your belt in your hand
Unbuckling.
“You’ve been needing this?”
You read my mind
Or my face
Or my whimpers through the jaw-aching gag,
Nodding vigorously
As you slowly,
Deliberately pull your belt off,
The sound of it sliding through the loops of your trousers
Causing my body to involuntarily tremble.
“You want this kitten?”
I want to scream out an emphatic “yes”
In answer,
Instead I nod again
I don’t know why It feels so right
To have your belt create the welts it does
But I also don’t care
Because
I feel beautiful as the saliva drips off my chin
To the ground
With the first strike.
Oh my word, that was truly beautiful, you truly are a very good girl