She wouldn't meet my eyes as she knelt there on the floor at the foot of the low couch, naked.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. |