Keeper

She wouldn’t meet my eyes as she knelt there on the floor at
the foot of the low couch, naked. Her hair was short, body finely shaped,
breasts small but beautifully round. The nipples seemed to stand far
out.

I couldn’t quite remember how I had gotten there but I was
dressed only in a pair of tight running shorts and the view of the
submissive maiden was already starting to make quite a bulge.

Without
saying a word or meeting my glance head-on, she motioned me to stand in
front of her, facing her, the couch behind me. She pulled down my shorts
and gently caressed my feet as I stepped out of them. By now, I was standing
pretty far out and she easily was able, still kneeling to take me gently
into her mouth. Her fingers ran down the length of my cock and suddenly I
felt a pressure as she locked some sort of tight ring around the base.
Starting at the sudden pain, I felt my cock pull out of her mouth as she
toppled me back on the couch.

I’ll never know how she moved so fast
but in an instant I found myself bound to the couch, legs locked together,
arms pulled down by my sides and a tight band around my forehead forbidding
any motion of my head. The couch was shaped so that my pelvis was slightly
higher than the rest. The ring around my cock was so tight that I feared
it might cut off circulation. She stood beside me, legs slightly spread
and a smile of the sort that didn’t reassure me at all.

She moved to
straddle me and slowly lowered herself, taking me into her tight but well
lubricated vagina. The friction was too much and I tried to come; but the
constricting ring only let me get a bit stiffer without allowing the
release. The fear began to overwhelm any passion and I felt myself try to
wilt. But again, the ring kept me painfully firm and hard.

She
moved up, down, forward, back until I could see that she was right on the
edge. Then with a quick motion, she reversed herself and lowered herself
over my mouth. At first I didn’t move but it became clear that if I
didn’t do something, I might suffocate… so I began moving my tongue in,
out, back, and forth. She moved herself a bit to let me get now in front,
now in back, now in the middle. As she moved, I got quick breaths
in.

I could sense her getting closer and closer and suddenly she
spasmed with the first of a long series of contractions. Almost
immediately she leaned forward and took me into her mouth again, doing
something to release the constricting ring. As she almost swallowed the
whole length of me I came with a depth of intensity I had never felt and
passed out.

I felt people releasing my bonds and two people picked me
up to carry me away. As we approached the door, I heard her voice for the
first time: “Not bad, not bad. He’s a `keeper,’ I’ll try him again
tomorrow.'’

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