Trapped

You’ll reap the repercussions
of your disobedience  
Your desire  
has you in suspense  
So you thought you’d test your limits  
and now that you’re suspended  
Your suspicions have gotten you  
In this predicament  
Hanging above the bed in the candlelight  
I stare at your beautiful silhouette  
Anticipation of the unknown  
Your pussy soaks the silk ropes wet  
Bound but not gagged  
You know  
I don’t allow you to use your hands  
Fellatio is a skill you must acquire  
without their use  
To satisfy my demands  
Lips, tongue and throat  
is all you have at your disposal  
My proposal  
I suggest you use them well  
You said you were good at this game  
But I guess...

Only time will tell