Sir snippett.

Do you ever notice its the little things your remember? The things that make a future masturbation session memory are small. Not the over reaching what was done or when or how. But the little things that just sort of shot though you with the hotness of it.

I was thinking about this one time when I played with Sir. He had a wonderful habit of spanking me with his belt. He also had a very particular way of wanting me to lay ass in the air, hands spread out just so. Sometimes he liked me to reach back and spread myself open for him. Mostly I think for watching me do it. For me submitting to it. And strangely I liked the ritual of it. I needed him to talk me. I always need that with Ds. LOTS of talking. But this once he has me lay on the floor waiting for him. Unable to see what he was doing I knew he was getting undressed and even in that I grew wet. Then he wrapped his belt around my neck, using that to pull me up. I remember gasping and whimpering all at once. Unsure what the proper response was, unsure of my own thoughts on it. My mind warring with the safety of the act and the hotness of it. He used that to pull me what must of only been 3 feet at most of my hands and knees. At the edge of the bed I moved to sit up thinking that was what he wanted. It was not. He spanked me hard and pushed me back down. Even now I feel my pussy react to the thought of that.

I have used that moment many times hand on my clit, eyes closed. I hope I never forget those little things.