1 comments/ 6976 views/ 2 favorites The Cheeky Mouthpiece By: restrainedqueen I turned around and placed my hands on the wall, awaiting the pleasurable punishment I loved. I looked back at him with a wicked grin and stuck my ass out invitingly. "Go ahead Sir, I'm waiting for you to spank me." I figured he would want to after our heated banter over breakfast, but my assumption just came off as mocking and presumptuous. "Hmm, you are quite a cheeky mouthpiece today." His demeanour had changed, I knew for sure I had crossed the line. He looked annoyed and glared at me. I had never seen that side of him. He intimidated me and I recoiled like a scared cat. In all these months, he was so caring and attentive, a stark contrast from the other Doms I had been with. I always felt so comfortable and playful around him that sometimes I forgot he owned me. He made his command without even looking at me. "Wear your short black work dress, animal print heels, and put your hair up-you are going to work with me. You can help me with some business I need to take care of today." He finished his coffee and went to get dressed. It was a bit odd, I only helped him around crunch time at the office. But I obeyed- getting ready as he instructed me to. I did not wish to offend him again. Part of me wished he gave me that spanking-getting my ass red, hot and stinging. Maybe I would pay for my uncouth display tonight. We drove in silence, I felt bad for making such a ridicule of my punishment but didn't want to make excuses and make it worse. So I pretended to look out the window, but glanced at him out of the corner of my eye-only to see him smirking to himself, looking quite pleased. I also noticed the hard bulge in his pants from the time I entered the car, which he shifted casually a few times during the ride. It was too early, not many of his staff members were at work yet, save for his secretary. After a polite hello we arrived in his office. It was so inviting-crisp, modern and spacious. I stood around awkwardly, until he spoke. "Today I am going to show you how misbehaved toys get punished-ones that forget their place and use their mouths to be fucking rude." I was confused and looked around the room feverishly. What could he possibly do here? "Now come here, kneel." I dropped to my knees obediently in the spot he pointed to- the confining space between the top of his desk and the ground. With my hands fixed on my thighs I stopped myself from whimpering as he opened his laptop bag and took out my restraints. He put on my collar, bound my hands behind my back and tied my ankles together with rope. I was ready. "Hmm I'd love to fuck you all restrained like that." He surveyed me and scoffed at my helpless, bound body, slapping the side of my face. "But you don't fucking deserve that. I have work emails to check, put your mouth on my cock while I do that. Nice and slow." He sat on his chair, unzipped his pants and fed his thick veiny cock into my crouched figure. I fell forward too soon on it and I gagged on it as it hit the back of my throat. I steadied myself and pulled back. I glanced up at his indifferent expression and regret filled me as I had unleashed an unforgiving beast. Amidst the furious sound of keyboard strokes as he answered emails, I let saliva coat his head and shaft, before I began running my lips sensually along his length. I wanted to please him and show him how sorry I was. I slurped and made circles around his large head, ran my tongue along his veins and sucked gently on his balls. He grabbed hold of the base of his cock. "Swallow," he muttered under his breath, and I felt the hot sticky load hit the sides of my mouth. I gulped it down enthusiastically and then stuck out my tongue to show him that all was gone. But he glanced down, unimpressed. I felt my cheeks burn at his unexpected reaction. He typed for some more, then turned his attention to me. "Lie flat on your belly." I crawled out of the space and sprawled my body on the carpet, face pressed down. He seized the back of my collar roughly, pulling my head up. He also grabbed my bound legs bent at the knee. He pulled the two as close together as he could, so my back arched uncomfortably and then looped a rope to secure the two. But nothing prepared me for being hoisted and hung onto a hook placed strategically under the middle of his desk. Facing forward, I swung slowly in suspension.I was confused at this previously hidden, cruel side of him. I looked up, utterly hopeless. "Not so brave now, huh...you have all day to suffer and think about what your mouth is for. I have work to do." The next few hours were torture. I couldn't see the clock for my bearing on time. I felt light headed from my body dangling idly. I wanted to rip off the collar from my neck. My legs felt sore. My back hurt and I felt a strain in my stomach. I was so relieved when I heard the door swing open and saw his legs appear in front of me. He plopped down on the chair and brought his head close to mine, like someone about to speak to a child. "Time to remind you again what your hole is for." He smiled smugly. He placed his lunch on the desk and sat down, again pulling his cock out. He spat on his hand and lubed it. He slid his fingers into my hair, and pulled me closer to fill my mouth with his cock. He used his grip as a leverage to rock my body back and forth, so my mouth ran up and down his cock easily. He ate his lunch with the other hand, while he built a painful gagging rhythm, slamming the back of my throat until my eyes watered. "Mmm, you feel so fucking good," he managed between bites. He groaned more intensely. "Time for your lunch, toy." He shot his second load at the back of my throat. I hardly tasted it as it slid down. He released me and I swung back and hit the back of the desk. He surveyed me for a few minutes as I lost momentum and settled back in the middle. My voice broke as I mustered up courage. "Sir, I understand my lesson. Please release me, I want to go home." I was miserable and humiliated. Most of all, I didn't want him to see me cry. He unhooked me and I felt relief hitting the ground despite the hard thud. He undid my hands and I rubbed the red bruises. He wasn't as harsh as I thought-he listened. But I was shocked when he roughly pulled them to the front of my body and fastened them together again. This time he secured my four limbs together onto the hook so that my head was upside down. "You don't seem like you learnt my dear toy, and I still hear the stubbornness in your voice." He whispered maliciously. I couldn't hold back as the tears began to flow. He ignored me. "Good. I always wanted to fuck your mouth at this angle. I have a meeting in a few and be as quiet as possible and do as I make you." I cried silently as I waited. My head was throbbing from all the blood rushing to it. I imagined how terrible I must look with my red puffy eyes, hair in a mess and my face strewn with mascara. Soon he entered the room again and I heard other footsteps and voices. My heart pounded in my chest. Was the meeting taking place here? What if we got caught? I was terrified. I feared being publicly humiliated. He sat down and I looked up at his face, determined and business like as he looked straight ahead. He nodded at something someone said, and welcomed everyone to the meeting as he undid his pants slowly under the desk. Another person began talking. He pulled my face forward and pushed his balls into my mouth. I felt stifled as his shaft blocked my nose but I tried as hard as possible to suck on his sack. I gave up and began licking instead, looking up pleadingly at him, but he seemed to enjoy it as he held my jaw firmly in his hand. He let go and put his both hands in full view for a few minutes as I swung back under the desk. He shuffled papers and looked pensive at a statement someone made. Then he reached down again and guided my mouth over his cock. It filled my mouth too quickly from this angle, but he held it there, choking me. I tried not to make a sound and my eyes sprung water. I writhed violently in protest and he finally released me. Again and again he force fed it, until my face and his lap became a soaking slimy mess from my saliva. I heard faint voices laying out plans for the coming year in the grueling 45 minutes. I was ecstatic when I heard someone say they would meet again next week so I knew the punishment was soon over. Everyone left. Without a word he released me and undid my restraints. I knelt in front of him, stiff and sore. I kept staring at the floor as he stroked and came on himself as he glazed over my body. "Now clean up toy, it's time to go home." I wiped my sordid face with my hands, trying to remove the sticky mess. I licked him clean, he zipped up and we left for home. For the rest of the evening he went about his normal routine as if nothing had happened. I was embarrassed and angry at him as I replayed the day's events in my head, so I avoided him. As I contemplated my mouth fuck punishment I realized that I had underestimated him. I was physically and emotionally drained. He made me stand at the foot of the bed, naked, for several moments before he spoke. "Now, toy. Let's hear what you learnt today." My face and eyes tingled. "I am sorry Sir, I took your authority for granted. I was rude, I disrespected you by mocking you. I promise that will never happen again. My mouth is for pleasure only." "Good. I treat you well if you deserve it- if you obey and please me. Otherwise there is a lot more brutality ahead to keep you in line." I nodded in understanding. "Now come here, I've been resisting fucking those other tight, greedy holes all day."