The worse thing a slave could hear is they are “getting the belt.” Immediately fears of pain and torment from having a solid leather strap whipping you all night as your screams are muffled by my cement dungeon walls. The sight of me undoing my belt and teasingly cracking it in front of you is turning you on. Now you WANT to completely owned by my belt. I collar you with my thick leather belt, choking you like a sad little dawg. Looks like you prefer to be on a leash like some sad anymal. Why don’t you lick and worship my boots while you’re down there. Suck on my stilettos like a hard cock, taste the bottoms, and make them shiny and clean. You wouldn’t want me to punish you for not doing a good job and feeling my hard leather whip smacking against your bare ass.