He was being bought over by her body's adherence to punishment and slight reward. The trail of truth glistening on the belt after it had congregated with her never speaking but always honest lips was a great proof of her future value. She let him lift her quietly. It was the fullest form of control, since she was suspended so tenderly, and at his mercy. She did well, his now quiet darling. It was because she thought she wasn't allowed to be his darling anymore.<br/><br/>His flesh that she'd made her favorite on many occasion before, in this room, held a surge of energy when she grabbed the belt that suggested he might choke her. How beautiful her voice was. "That's my first name, Monroe." he offered. "Please stay with the familiarity you're extended." he reminded as his belt slid tighter around her, and her fingers. "Now let go of that and hold on to the pole. You're not supposed to touch anything I don't allow." he said as the head of her only real friend found the entrance on wife at the top of her legs. At least, if she had the mind to hear it, his  voice had changed, softer.<br/><br/>When she let go, he'd try out the welcoming her trail on the belt had suggested. What a perfect personality she had. He was being harsh, and she deserved it, but this was gloriously fun for Oscar, to discover that she wasn't some limp or screeching maniac. Perhaps out of all the tests, she was going through this one the best. She was becoming worth her price, but, that might not be any constellation to her until she discovered it in herself.<br/><br/>He wanted her to utter one more thing of protest, so he could skewer that with a quick thrust. Either way, next he'd push into her, and hold bent with the belt as leash. It was out of question that he'd hurt her in any permanent way, he didn't break his own porcelain either, usually, but he didn't mind that she thought it. Fear makes things tighten up.<br/><br/>He started his abuse, hips pushing into her ass, using the place she'd never denied him before, and reminding her she was more than ready for this, down there. It was quite something, to wring the belt and keep the rebellious Elsie of the women's right movement in place for his pleasure. He was being rougher than she'd ever known, but what else was appropriate now?