TITLE    : On His Knees Ch. 06
STORYID  : on-his-knees-ch-06
SUMMARY  : Steve is sent to Lian's house.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2022-03-05
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |femdom|chastity|oral sex|


Steve watched the cab pull out of the driveway and then quietly knocked on the door. Perhaps too quietly. He waited a full half minute and then knocked again, louder. He was beginning to wonder if he had the right address when the door opened. Lian was standing there in a fuzzy white bathrobe. Her hair was still wet.

"Come on in."

Steve thanked her and stepped through the entrance, noting the impressive size of the foyer as he did.

"Take your shoes off, and I can grab that coat from you. Great, follow me, we can head into the living room."

Lian took a seat at the end of a dark leather couch, and motioned for him to take a nearby love seat. She picked up a glass of red wine from an end table and sipped slowly.

"So are we ... umm ... is Serge here?" Steve asked.

"No, we're alone. I think he already arrived at your place. Oh, I have a message from Sara, one sec." And she attended to her phone. Rolling her eyes she turned back to Steve, "Did you see what Sara was wearing when you left?"

Steve gulped. "No, she was still getting out of the shower."

"Here, look" she said, passing the phone.

Steve saw that Sara had taken a selfie in their bathroom mirror and sent it to Lian. Sara was wearing a tight black dress that looked like something you might go clubbing in. The skirt was scandalously high, and though the neckline was not particularly low, the whole outfit hugged her so tightly that the effect was just as provocative as if it had. Around her neck she had a black choker, with a gold key dangling just below it.

Steve passed the phone back.

"Here, why don't you have a glass of wine Steve, you look like you've seen a ghost." He accepted her offer graciously. "Listen, Steve, relax a little. I haven't even made up my mind on how far we'll go tonight. If we decide to settle on some wine and a long massage, that's okay."

Steve visibly relaxed. "Great, umm, how about I start with a foot massage?"

Lian smiled back at the offer. "Perfect."

Kneeling in front of Lian he raised her foot onto his lap and began softly rubbing her soles.

"Oh that feels good. Thanks Steve. I guess you get a lot of practice at this?"

He looked up and nodded. "I'm glad you like it."

Lian leaned back, and with her gaze upward toward the ceiling closed her eyes and slumped her shoulders.

"Did you have a shift at the hospital today?" Steve ventured.

"Yes, but it was a short one. Mostly caught up on paperwork and got out on time."

Steve watched her face for signs of what was working and found a pressure that seemed to make her happy. As her eyes remained closed he chanced a look at her legs where her white gown had parted and revealed her thighs not quite up to her underwear. As the time passed he began feeling somewhat braver, and allowed his hands to wander up her calves.

Just the act of kneeling in front of her had already caused his cock to swell uncomfortably in his cage and he became greedy with the desire to touch more of her. He slowly lifted her leg up onto his shoulder, causing more of her gown to fall away, and allowing him to massage higher on her calf.

She looked down at him and smiled, perhaps guessing his motives.

"It's a curious thing that tonight ever happened you know." She said thoughtfully. "You would think a man in chastity would have less opportunity for experimentation, but here you are massaging my legs and it's all because of that cage."

The reference to his predicament caught him off guard, and he paused but then kept going. "I'm not sure I follow."

"Well, Serge would never have let you over here except that I promised that you would be caged and Sara would have the key. And I'm only okay with this because I know Serge would never treat Sara the way you do. He wouldn't stand for it and so she wouldn't be interested in him. Funny right?"

"I guess so." He felt the squeeze of his cage as the humiliating thought that his lack of manhood was resulting in all this. What was Sara doing at this very moment?

"Wait a second, I'm getting a little warm." Lian stood up with Steve still on his knees in front of her. She took off the bathrobe, revealing a tasteful, silk purple negligee.

Steve swallowed a gasp as he looked up at her, taking in the swell of her large breasts through the fabric and she grinned at his reaction.

"You like my outfit?"

Steve nodded. "You look gorgeous Lian."

"Thanks. Well, don't stop." She said as she sat down again. "You were doing too great of a job." And she winked in a friendly way.

He once again lifted her leg over his shoulder, but this time she had so much less clothing on that it caused her negligee to slide down her frictionless leg and pool at her hips. From the corner of his eye he could make out her matching purple panties but he kept his eyes glued to hers. Her breathing deepened as his hands moved slowly down from her knee to her thigh. He continued massaging, going lower and lower with each pass of his hands until finally Lian interrupted.

"How about the other leg?" And she withdrew her left leg and placed her right foot on his lap. He once again began massaging her foot and slowly worked his way up her calf.

As he moved his hands up to her calf she adjusted her foot, allowing it to casually slide to his crotch. She wiggled her toes playfully and then stopped when she felt the hardness of his cage.

"So Sara really did keep you locked up? I thought maybe she'd just say it and trust me to not take things too far. Seems cruel to let Serge plow her all night long while you're stuck servicing me at best. Why did you agree to it?"

He stopped massaging. "I ... I guess ... I guess I like the humiliation?"

"If that's true then why not just stay home and listen in?"

Steve paused, working up the courage to speak again. "Well for one, I think you needed to get something out of this arrangement. But also, Sara keeps me in this cage, and it drives me wild. I don't make very good decisions. I'm so desperate all the time. You know that video you sent Sara? She made me eat her out while she watched it. But I heard you screaming. And now when you come over I look at you and I want to be the one to make you scream like that. Even right now I feel like I would do anything just to taste you." Steve avoided eye contact as she spoke, though Lian studied his expression carefully.

Lian nodded. Her face was flushed, and she felt the warmth of the blood in her cheeks.

"Stand up then." She said decisively. "Good. Now take off your shirt." His hands fumbled with the buttons but he opened his shirt and pulled it off. "And your pants." As he slid the pants down she saw a slight stain on his crotch which was far more visible on his underwear.

"All the way off now, you've been stealing glances at my panties and I'll be damned if I'm the one that's gonna put on a show for you."

Removing his underwear he stood in front of her, caged with his eyes downcast.

"There, now back where you were and keep going."

This time, without his clothes, he kneeled once more. As he gently lifted her foot to place it on his lap, she continued to lift her leg so that her toes dangled in front of his face. Taking the message he kissed her gently on the insole. She nodded and he moved his lips upwards, kissing her ankles and lower calf and the inside of her knee. When she didn't object he moved higher, and allowed his soft kisses to turn more passionate.

"Yes, keep going" she whispered as his face moved between her legs to access her inner thigh. His cock was painfully tight in the cage, and twitched every so often, petitioning for freedom that would not be granted.

As he moved further up her leg he began licking her, stealing glances at her pussy covered beneath the purple fabric. His hands slid between her body and the couch and he squeezed her ass cheeks lustily. Lian moaned quietly, and Steve pushed his luck yet further, licking her very inner thigh, only stopping when he felt the silk of her panties on his tongue.

Just then her phone buzzed.

"Stay there." Lian ordered, and Steve was forced to awkwardly wait between her legs as she reached over for the phone and paused to look at the new message.

"Fuck." Was all Lian could muster as she turned the phone to Steve.

It was a five second video clip from Sara. Her mascara was smeared and although the shot was only of her shoulders and higher, it was clear that the dress was no longer on. White strands of semen coated her forehead, cheek and lips. With her index finger she carefully removed the cum from her cheek and sucked it off into her mouth like a pinup girl with a lollipop. The clip ended as she swallowed. The caption read, "Round one".

Steve's mouth hung open. He couldn't remember the last time she had swallowed his cum. But it had been years.

Seeing his consternation, Lian spoke, "Honestly Steve, I think you probably feel like she's torturing you, and that's true because she knows it would also make you happy. But I think the real message here is that she wants you to know that you can have fun with me. So I want you to focus on me. Your goal tonight is to make me scream like in the video. Just like you wanted," she raised her eyebrows provocatively as she said it.

Steve needed no further encouragement. He was used to taking orders from a woman above him and this felt no different. With a hunger that surprised Lian, Steve went from kissing her thighs to licking the outside of her panties. She found herself running her fingers through his hair, pressing his head harder against herself.

"Take them off, take them off" she urged.

As she lifted her hips for him he pulled down her panties, watching as a strand of liquid stretched between her pussy and the inner fabric. He had to hold himself back from burying his tongue deep inside her. Ever so tentatively he began licking her. Her body quaked even from the gentlest touch and he took pleasure from her sudden jolting reaction to his feather soft kisses on her lips. As she slowly adjusted to the touch of his tongue he licked her slit from top to bottom.

"You taste so good." Unable to suppress his submissive nature he added, "I want you to cum on my face so badly."

"Hmm, be a good boy and stop talking. This isn't about what you want." Lian tried on the dominant tones like a new outfit and found that she liked how it felt.

He moaned and continued. He inserted a finger into her pussy, taking pleasure in the suction noise as she swallowed him to the knuckle.

He worked his finger in and out he began rhythmically licking her pussy. Her moaning was growing louder, much louder than he was used to. As it became clear that she was close to climaxing he withdrew his finger and began kissing her thigh again.

"Fuck, you think you're going to tease me Steve? Get your face back in there and don't stop unless I tell you to."

He placed his whole mouth over her vulva and began tonguing her clitoris again.

He let his one hand wander up her negligee to her fabric covered breasts. But she swatted him away.

"Steve, I'm sitting up here on the couch and you are kneeling in front of me with your cock in a cage. I am Cleopatra, and you are the eunuch. You are going to do what I say and nothing else. Understood?"

He nodded with a whimper.

"Good. If you behave maybe I'll let you touch these later. Moan if you'd like that."

Each new order filled her with courage to go further. It wasn't so different from ordering around a new resident.

He moaned into her pussy and swallowed some of the juices that had been running down his tongue.

"Good boy. Fuck, that's good. Press a little harder with your tongue and go faster. Fuck that's perfect." Her hips began moving ever so slightly in response. "Yes, yes, YES." Her voice crescendoed to a scream as she cried out louder and louder. She looked down at his desperate form, kneeling and contorted to get at her pussy, his hands moving over her thighs and her waist, anywhere he was permitted to touch. He was praying at the altar of her pussy as only a man trapped in chastity ever could and she loved it.

The tension in her groin built to unbearable levels. She squeezed his head between her thighs as she reached her climax and Steve savored the feeling of being entangled in her limbs, while his precum ran down from his cage onto his legs.

She smiled down at him as she released him. He planted gentle kisses on her thigh as he looked into her eyes.

Finally she spoke. "It's funny -- I've wanted someone to go down on me for years, and now that you've done it I should be satisfied but all I'm craving is a hard cock inside me. And you can't give it to me can you?" As she said this she gently placed her foot on his lap and stroked the cage with her toes.

He hesitated before speaking. "Sara thought that might be a problem. She sent me with something."

"Oh?" She said, intrigued. "Show me."

Walking back to the entrance, and trying not to be embarrassed by his own nakedness, he bent down over his night bag and found a cardboard box. Opening the sticker seal he pulled out a dildo with a strap. He passed it to her.

Turning it over in her hand, she tried to make sense of it. The strap was small, meant for someone's head, not their waist. And the dildo was two sided. One, the smaller end, meant to be inserted into the mouth, and then the longer end, for penetrating the other partner. She wanted this.

"Come with me," she said.

She led him to the bedroom. He followed her in, not taking much notice of his surroundings.

"Open your mouth."

He was expecting her to insert the smaller end, but instead she pushed the larger dildo in his mouth. Further and further back so he gagged just slightly.

Understanding that he was supposed to lubricate it, he closed his lips around the dildo. She pistoned it in and out playfully and then switched ends and fastened the gag dildo behind his head.

"Kneel with the back of your head against the wall." She instructed impatiently.

He did so. Now, naked at waist height, the long end of the dildo pointed obscenely at her from out of his mouth.

Pulling up the skirt of her negligee, she approached him and guided the tip of the dildo into herself. She moaned as it entered. She pushed in further and further and then lifted the negligee over Steve's head to keep it out of the way.

He stared up at the underside of her breasts, illuminated slightly from the purple light that made it through the negligee. The gag pushed on his mouth uncomfortably and soon he felt his nose touch her skin. She began fucking his face against the wall, gripping his hair as she did so.

"Fuck you can't even speak. This is so hot."

That statement made him feel especially vulnerable. He pressed his palms on her thighs, trying to cushion her from going too quickly.

"Oh my God that's good." His head was making a muted thumping noise against the wall as she said it. After a minute of slow thrusts she paused. "The height difference isn't right. Lie down on the bed so I can go harder."

Steve was relieved to move away from the hard wall and obeyed. Once again she mounted his face. This time the dildo went in more easily, plunging to the hilt.

Despite never having established a hierarchical dynamic, the fact that Steve was imprisoned had set the tone. She could fuck him. He could not fuck her. She was on top. He was not.

Leaning back, she played with his balls a little more roughly than he would like and he grunted more in pain than pleasure. "Is that too hard? I forgot I have to go gentle on a little man like yourself" and she tapped the cage as she said it.

Sliding her weight so that she leaned forward she began to roll her hips, pushing against his face harder and harder. The juices from her pussy ran down the dildo and onto his cheeks and chin.

After a few minutes the ache to be filled had subsided and now she wanted to cum. Impaling herself completely, she angled her body so that Steve's nose pressed against her clit. Then moving with a more deliberate rhythm she used his face to pleasure herself. Steve, now unable to breathe started to panic slightly. His arms were above his head and he placed his hands on her hips, trying to move her just enough to get a full breath.

But she was having none of it. She grabbed both his wrists and pinned them to the bed.

"Stop. Take it like a good boy." She hissed.

He struggled, pushing back as hard as he could. Perhaps it was the fact that her weight pressed down on him, or perhaps it was his mental state of being dominated, but despite his best efforts he could not remove his arms from her grasp.

His lower body squirmed beneath her, but because she was planted on his head it made no difference. The thought of being overpowered by a tiny woman was hugely erotic for him and if his cock had not been caged he surely would have ejaculated all over himself that very moment. Instead, his penis twitched impotently, and his body went just as limp in a show of surrender.

"Don't you dare move until I finish," she ordered between breaths.

And continuing to pin his arms above his head she resumed fucking his face.

In all her years of marriage she had never had the opportunity to feel so in control during sex. Not just that she was pleasing herself exactly how she wanted, choosing the timing and depth and pressure, but also the feeling of giving orders that were fulfilled. She heard him wheezing beneath her and the thought that he might pass out, that she would fuck him into unconsciousness sent a shiver through her. It was in fact enough to push her over the edge.

She dug her fingernails into his wrists and screamed as an electric orgasm passed through her.

When she finally rolled off and her heavy breathing stopped, he gingerly moved his arms down but dared not remove the straps from behind his own head.

Turning over she looked at him. "Oh my God, I'm sorry Steve. I don't know what go into me. Here, come lie next to me."

He shuffled upward and she helped him remove the dildo. His face was red and Lian was suddenly ashamed at going too far.

"Oh, what a poor little boy. Come here, Aunty Lian knows what you need." She saw now why Sara used the pillow talk she did and adopted it without thinking. Pulling down her negligee she released both breasts from the purple fabric. Steve, still short of breath and feeling more submissive than ever, leaned in to take her, warm, puffy nipple into his mouth. As he nursed, she cooed at him gently and wiped the wetness off his face.

His mouth moved from one nipple to the next, and he groped her breasts as he did.

This went on for a few minutes, and when they had both calmed considerably Lian spoke "Sara tells me that sometimes on weekends you wake up her by going down on her? Is that true?" She stroked the hair on the back of his head as she said it.

He nodded without releasing her nipple from his lips.

"I want you to do that for me tomorrow morning. We'll go to sleep soon, but when I wake up, I want your face between Aunty's legs and your tongue on Aunty's pussy. Can you do that for me?"

Steve nodded again.

"Good boy." She paused, relishing the gentle tug of his mouth. "If you weren't in a cage I'd definitely take pity on you right now and stroke your little cock until you spurted all over me. Would you have liked that?"

"Hmmm" Steve groaned into her breasts.

"Maybe we wouldn't have even gotten to this point because I would have let you fuck me after you ate me out. But you wouldn't have lasted long anyway I suppose. I watched you finish in half a minute from a handjob through track pants. Do you think you could last long enough to make me cum when your cock is buried in my warm wet pussy?"

Steve stopped suckling to nod no.

"So I guess it's just as well that you're still trapped in your little cage and eager to please me tomorrow morning. Maybe your mommy really does know best."

