You know how much I love your hand gripped around my throat. The feeling of pressure building slowly, tighter and tighter. I can’t get enough. I want more. I found your belt laying on the floor. The thick worn leather and heavy metal clasp makes me wet just holding it. I wrapped it around my neck to see how it felt but I realized I needed you. I need you to pull it tighter and watch me writhe in a mix of pleasure and agony. Take me to the edge. I trust you. Hold the belt while I touch myself and put on a show for you. Don’t be afraid. I can take it. Are you ready?