Belt and Orgasms

Master came into the bedroom right after me, when I had not yet had time to put on my collar or get into position.   

I fumbled in my dresser drawer.  

"You better have that robe off by the time I get the belt."

The robe tumbled to the ground and I turned my face away.  His belt snapped out and cracked me on the ass, to the right and left, up high and down low, in the air, then landed firmly on my back and behind.  He stepped in closer, enclosing me in his embrace.  I clung to his arm.  He bent me slightly forward and with the belt doubled up now.  I buried my nose in the the delicious scent of his arm as he struck again and again. "Hole", he called me.   He wrapped the belt around my neck and made me come. 

 He turned me around and put me on my knees.  I opened my mouth for him, and he continued laying on the belt.  In a few minutes he switched to the cutting board paddle, which is much more painful to me.  He led me forward to my knees and went around behind me.  I wasn't sure if he was going to fuck me or hit me some more.  It was the belt first for a few strokes, making me tremble for fear of being hit in the exposed asshole or cunt.  Then he came in behind me and took me.  I came again.  He pulled out and flipped me over, standing up again with his belt in hand.  It snapped out at my exposed cunt and inner thighs, stinging me and making me jump.

Then he ordered me into bed.  I sucked him as he knelt over my head and he plundered my cunt with the knobbly glass dildo.  He gave me the vibrator to hold, and at this I could barely hold back at all. Luckily I didn't have long to wait as he told me to come over and over again.  The Liberator blanket lived up to it's hype and met the challenge of containing every fluid I can put out.  Then he beat me around the chest with a cane (I think it was a cane; my mind was getting hazy here), and fucked me in every position.  

It was a very good Saturday night.