Bondage Blowjob

“I had a frustrating day,” he said as soon as I walked in the door. “I need a Bondage Blowjob to get me in a better frame of mind.”

He took me down in the basement. He sat me on top of a discarded box in front of the post (not wanting to get my pretty skirt dirty, I suppose.)  He tied my hands above my head.

And he fucked my mouth.

W usually lets me suck his cock. As long as I keep him hard and please him, he lets me have control, sucking, licking, practicing deep-throating.  Being the good little cocksucker that I am, I love it. I love having the power to make him hard, to keep him hard…I love knowing that I am doing this to him.

I may love it more when he takes that control from me, though.  When he uses his cock to control me, to own my mouth, to show me who is in charge, even when it’s my mouth and teeth around his cock.

He tips my head back and presses it against the post behind me. “Keep your head against the post,” he says. And he begins to thrust. I am no longer “giving him a blowjob.” He is taking it from me.

Most times I just give him an endless, loving blowjob. There’s no impetus to make him come, because that’s not my job: if he wants to come, he will. My job is to make him hard and keep him that way. But this…there is an urgency to it, a focus and a bit of ferocity that he seldom displays when he has me suck him.

Long, deep thrusts into my mouth and throat that make me gasp and gag. Short, fast thrusts that make me struggle to keep my teeth covered so I won’t scrape him, though I can feel my lips being mashed against my teeth, can feel them breaking open against the sharp edges of my teeth.  And all the while he’s telling me to keep my head against the post.

And then he tells me about this show he watched about the sex slavery trade. And yeah, it’s fucking un-PC, but whatthefuckdoIcare – I start getting excited, start getting wet. Whimpering around his cock, imaging myself as a sex slave, tied in the basement, with men coming in, one after the other, and doing just this to me. Fucking my mouth, my open hole, while he watches from the corner.

And I imagine him doing this to me at Fusion, tying me to a tree like this and fucking my mouth, thrusting into my mouth hole while people watch – or don’t, fucking my mouth as they just pass on by as I gag and snot comes out my nose and tears run down my cheeks and I struggle, gagging, but he is relentless and just keeps shoving his cock down my throat.

There is a class titled “Receiving Blowjobs Gracefully” being taught at Fusion by my good friend Graydancer.  A lovely idea, and I am sure it will be a great class – Gray is a phenomenal teacher and well, hell, who doesn’t wanna learn about blowjobs? But honestly…I don’t ever want W to be “graceful.” I want this. I want him fucking and taking and thrusting and needing my mouth until, with a grunt, he spills himself into me, holding my head so tightly against him that I can’t get a breath or swallow or pull away.

And then, after it is over, he steps back.  He adjusts himself, he zips his shorts, he unties my hands. “I feel better,” he says, and leads me – a hot mess of unfulfilled want – up the stairs to resume our afternoon activities.

My own desires, my throbbing cunt, are never mentioned, never acknowledged. I had been a mouth for him to use, to spill his seed into. A hole.

And I fucking loved it.

Now, however, I am going to go to bed and hopefully get my other guy to get me off. Because seriously? That shit made me horny.

Comments

  1. Gray Miller (@Graydancer)

    Actually, you should come to the class. “Gracefully” does not mean slow and sensual, it means “in the way that gives the most satisfaction to both parties.” We DEFINITELY talk about how a good facefucking can be the “graceful” way to go – because if the mouth wants fucking, and you’re just gently stroking the lips…well, that’s not graceful, that’s just cruel!

    Which can also be fun. But – I loved this post, loved the description, and I promise if I see you being so used at Fusion I’ll be sure to appreciate it.

    Gracefully.

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    1. piecesofjade Post author

      Grin. I was hoping you might read this and chime in! Glad to hear there’s a lot of room for individual interpretation of what “graceful” means – if anyone can show it’s various (hot and sexy) forms, I have a feeling it’s you! Xoxo, my friend. Looking forward to seeing you soon!

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  2. Cruel

    A lovely image. There is something special about that mussed hair spit,
    and tear covered face that only someone who has witnessed can appreciate.

    Reply

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