SSC His Belt (Object Fetish)

His Belt

He is almost never without it. Thick and supple, he wears it like a lucky charm. It is always in front of my eyes, a constant reminder. This is nothing out of the ordinary. His fellow businessmen wear similar adornments. Yet, the click of the metal is enough to bring me to my knees. Literally: to beg, to plead, to surrender - any or all of these at once.

Alternately there is the command: "Hand me my belt."

I've never known why it holds such power over me above any other item in his arsenal. What I do know is that I can't encounter it without staring. Every morning I watch him put it on and I get a tiny thrill. The thrill is bigger in the evenings when he takes it back off again. Watching as he slowly pulls it through the loops and absently folds it in half, there is always a hint of danger.

Sometimes, after I've paid for my transgressions, it lays discarded on the floor for a time. Inevitably I will come across it later still looped and offering a silent admonition.

In public there are times when I think that everyone must see the power of that object. I wonder how anyone can go about her daily life without so much as a glance. I wonder how many notice that I can't keep my eyes away.

And, I wonder if they know my secret.

Now I really liked this one.  The writer takes a simple concept, her lover's belt, and describes extremely well the hypnotic magnetism it has for her and the triggers it fires in her mind.

Nicely and simply dexcribed without over gilding the lily and the story is all the better for that.  Very nice.

This was very well done and clearly the author has a fetish for this, or any, belt.  The story rang true as I am aware of many other spankos who have the same fetish, especially many have a "Daddy's Belt" fetish.

Mmmm...okay this story hit all my hot buttons. It was simple...short, and fit the category perfectly. But the power behind those simple descriptions had me squirming in my seat... maybe because I have a thing for belts...but mostly, I think, because it had a ring of truth to it. I could feel her fear/fascination with the object and could experience with her.

Very enjoyable read.. in fact I read it three times! Whewwww!

There's some nice writing here. I can't help thinking that the focus is far more on the *idea* of a belt, than on the specifics. An object fetish is rooted in the specific characteristics of an object, rather than what it necessarily represents. Given how short this piece is, there'd be plenty of scope to zero in on the specific nature of *this* belt, which sets it apart from any other. Does its power reside simply in who owns it and what it's used for, or does the object itself have an intrinsic attraction? Also, I'd like to see more specific details of both the narrator and her partner. When real people talk about themselves, and about each other, their identities are revealed by odd quirks and details, which just inevitably spill out. Fiction can borrow a measure of realness by doing the same thing.