I laid in that awkward position, cheek and shoulder against the carpet and legs splayed in the air as I braced myself for another slap, but it didn't come. I was contrite as I thought about my first lesson learned: don't speak unless spoken to. My aching p***y wanted me to continue to beg, but I knew that wouldn't get me anything other than a really red and sore ass.
He fumbled with the lock on my chastity belt and felt a surge of excitement that he was going to grant me my wish after all.
He removed the belt and I felt instant relief from the pressure that my c**t and butt cheeks had been under for the past 72 hours.
I held my breath, silently willing him to move in behind me and plant his c**k deep into my wet and aching s*x.
No c**k, just fingers. Two in and a thumb caressing my c**
