Archive-name: Slaves/keeper.txt
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Archive-title: 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, 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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