Wicked Wednesday: Get On Your Knees

By Harold Kane (thought to be a pseudonym of Joe Shuster) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

By Harold Kane (thought to be a pseudonym of Joe Shuster) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I was anxiously waiting for James. He’d left me alone in the sparsely furnished and dimly lit room to prepare myself for tonight’s play. I knelt back on my heels, my legs spread, my sex open and my clit clearly aroused. My hands were cuffed behind my back, and they were connected by a strap to the cuffs on my ankles. The strap was short, and with my arms pulled back behind me, my breasts jutted out, nipples at attention. A slim black collar was around my neck. The collar had a D-ring on the back, and a strap was attached behind my back to both it and my wrists, leaving me helpless, exposed, excited beyond imagining, and wet with arousal.

I had carefully done my hair and makeup: my long blonde hair was curled and brushed until it shone, and it cascaded down my back to dust the floor with its tips. My face was done up with rosy blush, smoky eye shadow, and dark liner. My lashes, naturally long, were coated with black mascara, and my lipstick was as red as blood. James hadn’t bothered with a gag, although he’d admonished me to keep quiet until her returned. I kept my neck high as I looked around. The many red candles cast a warm glow and provided the only light, and I spent the time wondering what game he had in store for me tonight.

Suddenly the candles flickered as a breeze disturbed them, and then James was there, naked, standing before me. I looked at his swollen cock and then up at his face, which was bathed in shadow. I opened my mouth to speak, but he put his finger to my lips, shushing me.

“You won’t speak tonight,” he said. He raised his hand, and I noticed he was holding a gag. I opened my mouth obediently, expecting a ball, but instead found a ring slipped inside my mouth, behind my teeth. I’d never worn a gag like this, but as he gently lifted my hair to buckle it around my head, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to close my mouth. It wasn’t uncomfortable even though my mouth was wide open.

James finished securing the gag, and stood in front of me again. Saliva began to build in my mouth, and I found it difficult to swallow. When I looked up he was grinning,

“I know how much you like cock,” he said, and my eyes dropped again to his hard member. I did love his cock. I loved to lick it and taste it. It was one of my favorite things to do. Sometimes I’d even wake him in the mornings with a slow sensuous blowjob, letting him slide down my throat as far as I could take him, which wasn’t very far.  Even though he always wanted me to swallow—I couldn’t take him far enough to have his come shoot down my throat—and he said I used my hands too much, James loved to fuck my mouth. As I began to drool, I realized the scenario he’d planned for tonight. I was certainly wet and ready for what I had in store.

James came closer, and his cock slipped through the ring. My mouth was completely lubricated, and I had no trouble taking his shaft in. It was strange not to be able to wrap my lips around him, but my tongue licked at the underside of his cock as he slowly went further into my mouth. I thought I was going to gag, but he stopped and waited until my mouth and throat relaxed. I wanted to be open to him, and in my aroused state I finally took him all the way in, my face nuzzled into his crotch. His musky smell made me lick frantically at the bottom of his cock, causing my juices to mingle with the drool dripping from my breasts on the floor below.

A muffled groan escaped my throat as James began to work his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. I wanted to open wider. I wanted to use my hands and play with his balls, but they were firmly secured when I tugged at them. I groaned again, and looked up from his crotch into his eyes, which were filled with desire. James looked down, smiled wickedly, and began to go faster. We stared into each other’s eyes as he thrust his cock into my throat, deeper than he’d ever been, until he threw back his head and let out a groan of his own.

James lustfully returned his gaze to mine, and I could feel my pussy clench with desire. His hands, which had been gently stroking my hair, now grasped my head. He wound his fingers through my hair and pulled my mouth down on his cock, faster and faster. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth with each thrust, and I drooled uncontrollably, licking and moaning. He began to shudder, and then with a last thrust he shot his come deep into the back of my throat.

I felt his cock go soft in my mouth, but he held me pressed to his groin for a few minutes longer before slowly pulling out of my mouth. He grasped my chin and tipped my head up, then bent down and kissed me lightly on my upper lip. Gently he unbuckled the gag and removed it. It was a relief to finally be able to close my mouth and swallow. With a towel, James softly dabbed the saliva from the corners of my lips and off of my breasts before cleaning up the large puddle on the floor.

As he removed all my bonds except my collar, I was trembling. But I didn’t break position until he said, “You can relax now.” I rolled off my knees onto my rear and rubbed my wrists, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, as he sat next to me on the floor.

I nodded, not yet able to speak. I had enjoyed it, and I wanted to do it again.

I looked deep into his eyes.  James leaned over and kissed me passionately, and I practically melted into his arms. We held each other for a while before he reached up and unfastened my collar. He rose, took my hand, and pulled me to my feet, then tossed the collar on the floor as we exited the room and headed to bed.


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One response to “Wicked Wednesday: Get On Your Knees

  1. This is one hot story. Very sexy!

    Rebel xox