Chapter 12 - revelations part 4

I was alarmed, my time in the dungeon had always seemed controlled, even when I was punished. That had felt sloppy and angry.

I looked up to see my mistress towering over me. Her eyes were tense, they looked glazed over with what could only be seen as fury. Her knuckles were white around her crop and her chest was heaving.

She suddenly lunged for me, throwing the crop to the side. I let out a yelp and pulled away out of instinct, but my collar made me jerk and keep in place.

She slipped between my legs and ran her hands over my bloated, massive, swollen, tender belly. I moaned in both pain and pleasure but kept my eyes on her. She stared at my girth, captivated by it. I couldn't see anything beyond my stomach, it had raised too high and solid to allow me to look over it from where I lay on the floor. I could only see her slight form looming over my thick blubber.

She adjusted herself, slipping her legs over my thunder thighs to straddle me. She aligned herself over my midsection, arms now on either side of me.

She again slipped her strap-on inside of me and I howled.

She leaned back, brining her hands to rest on my still aching stomach. She began thrusting and from my place on the floor I could only see my stomach coming towards me and away in time with her pounds as she rode me in ecstasy.

I huffed as she moved through me. I wasn't moaning, I wasn't being brought away somewhere magical.

Instead, I was noticing something. It seemed... it seemed as if she was fully focused not on me. No. She was f***ing my belly. She was taking all the pleasure from its size and feel. She was soaking joy from its girth and movements.

I saw her face tip up, eyes closed, her mouth open and those red lips curling in a smile as she grunted. I saw her breasts heaving, her hat tumbled from her head, and her red hair cascaded over her shoulders.

For a moment I didn't know how to feel. Suddenly, it was like I was an object, a toy. It wasn't the two of us finding nirvana together, it was her taking it from me.

My ass was hot where she had slapped it, my gut was sore and felt pushed beyond its limits.

Then she whimpered.

It was soft. It was vulnerable. It was pure.

It was so slight, so tender, that I knew I was getting a fully uninhibited view of this woman I knew so little about.

And power swept through me. I was making her feel this way, making her exposed. My body was all she was thinking about. Her hands were gripping my bloated gut, her legs squeezing my widened hips. This is what I had wanted; I was her everything in this moment.

At least, that's what I told myself I felt.

And it worked; I began building again, with every thrust that came into me.

And we saw stars together.