i find it somewhat disheartening to think about the multitude of people who still struggle to breath

i find it somewhat disheartening to think about the multitude of people who still struggle to breathe in the lifeless scent of vanilla, that clogs up the air around us. i find it even more disappointing to know they will pass this entity several times a day and never know the significance in the potential a belt truly holds.A belt is useful, professional in most circumstances; it often accompanies the many requirements of a businessman. People know what a belt is, they know it holds things up, but they overlook the benefits and therefore miss out on some of the most vital points that make it so efficient. It’s like a latent desire that we want to unveil, but selfishly keep to ourselves so only we have the luxury of knowing. It’s an interesting feeling. i do however genuinely pity the ones that will never get the opportunity to experience the power of what it feels like to wear a Master’s belt for it’s intended use: on their neck, and NOT His waist. Because using a belt, as just a belt, is a pure waist.It’s made for more than just keeping the Businessman’s pants from falling around His ankles when it’s not quite time for His cum-thirsty slut to latch onto His cock and milk Him for her lunch. A belt in This world signifies so much more. A bond, a connection. Like a belt, it’s the trust to hold something up when something lacks the ability to do so on their own.It’s a structured piece of leather made to endure strength. The strength of a slave’s mouth biting down on it without her teeth protruding through. Strong enough to create an imprint, but subtle enough to wear it in public without attracting unnecessary attention. Strong enough to keep the shape of her teeth so her Master can run His fingers on them when He needs a distraction from His everyday busy, sometimes, hectic life.The strength to sustain the power of a Master’s hands. How He wraps it tightly around one, while the other hugs the base of His slave’s neck. Making it strong enough to constrain the buck of an ornery slave and the pull from the Master that brings her back to submission.It’s the strength to withstand the force that leaves a Master’s hand and stings the delicate piece of flesh that records on a submissive’s body. The strength to put a slut in her place and make her feel worthy by simply securing a metal piece through the thick of the leather and tightening it around her neck, like a collar. The strength to carry the smell of leather but never enough to outweigh the scent of a slave. And lastly, the strength to carry a powerful message and implant a feeling in the lives of two strangers that starve for a connection.A belt gathers things, encloses them, and holds a connection that secures the things inside, because without it, would expose the interiority’s; creating a scattered mess and feeling of looseness. It is a bond. A bond between a Master and slave. A connection. One that wraps her around the neck and plants a sense of comfort inside her that otherwise without it, makes her feel like a scattered mess. It’s a comfort, an acceptance, to all the things she holds inside her secret life. A sense of belonging. A moral straightjacket for those of us who live and serve on our knees.Copyright 2013 © youryounglady -- source link

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