The Keeper Tale
by Anteros
This was written as a gift to me. There are a lot of treasures here for those who follow me closely. Hope you enjoy the ride. I did!
The text bubble lit her screen, the glow of the phone highlighting her features while her attention was riveted to the words:
“I’ll be there in two hours. Wear something diaphanous. But something you don’t mind seeing ruined tonight.”
As always when anticipating his arrival her heart fluttered and her hands trembled slightly. It had been two months since his last visit. Far too long long since she had immersed herself in his pleasures. She craved the self-assured sound of his voice; his all-too knowing caresses; his urgent need that fired her own desires.
She could feel her wetness quickening as she fussed over what to wear to fulfill his directive – without knowing for certain what treats he had in store. She had to fight the urge to stroke herself in anticipation of his lips on her; of his hands in her hair as he positioned her for his pleasure. Her release would come soon enough, but only when he was ready to grant it to her.
“Patience”, she whispered to herself, all the while trying to imagine the scenario he had devised for this tryst.
Exactly two hours later her intercom buzzed. He had arrived and was waiting downstairs.
“Come up,” her voice trembled a little with excitement; then the agonizing wait while he made his way up to her condo. A soft knock at the door, which she opened while hiding behind it so as to ensure that no neighbours would see the revealing outfit she was wearing.
“Hmmmm, that brings back some lovely memories,” his deep, confident voice washed over her, quickening her pulse; she felt the warmth between her legs deepen, rising up into her stomach.
She melted into his arms. “God, I want you so badly,” she breathed as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. She raised her face, seeking him just as he put his fingers firmly to her lips, pushing her away.
“Ssshhhh,” he said gently but firmly. “You cannot speak again until I give you permission. You must do as you’re told – no matter what – or there will be no pleasure for you today. Do you understand?”
Stepping back she looked into his eyes as they bore into her, and she knew immediately that tonight’s scenario had begun. She lowered her eyes and murmured, “Yes, my Keeper. As always, I will do as you wish.”
“Good girl,” he replied as he stepped back to admire her. She had chosen to sacrifice a nearly sheer, very light silk sundress that she’d acquired years ago on one of her many jaunts to warmer climes. It was an old favourite of hers – she loved how it showed off her body. Her breasts were caressed lovingly by the light fabric, teasing her sensitive nipples until they pressed proudly against the silk – begging to be kissed and nibbled.
God, she loved this dress, and had only recently asked a brilliant tailor of her acquaintance to remake it for her. That’s why she was comfortable with its ruination; anything to satisfy his command, and her own burning desire to bring him pleasure.
He turned her slowly by one shoulder, appraising her body. She decided to aid the motion with a pirouette of her own, raising up on the balls of her feet and spinning around beneath his gaze. The motion accentuated the curve of her ass and caused the silk to caress her just there – drawing a breath from both of them.
“You’re magnificent, as always,” he breathed. Then his lips curled into a familiar grin as he pulled a long piece of white silk from his tailored jacket, wrapping it over her eyes, then trailing it down her back as he pinned her arms behind her and and bound her hands tightly. She took advantage of his motion, squirming as she tried to wrap one of her legs behind his, yearning to press her body against his.
He pulled away, and held both her shoulders at arms length. “Oh no, my pet. Not yet. Not for a long while yet.” She exhaled her longing, and pouted. He surprised her with a quick kiss, and a light lick on her lower lip; the flames of her desire leapt higher.
“Walk with me,” he commanded. She felt his hand on her lower back, and knew that she was being paraded into her condo’s hallway. Her cheeks burned with desire, and anxiety. ‘What if people saw her in this state?’ Her thoughts raced, her mind calming only slightly when she heard the elevator door opening. They moved inside, and she felt the car dropping. ‘Please, please, no one get on with us,’ her inner voice quavered, trying to will her safe passage. Thankfully, they arrived in the parking garage without accompaniment. As he walked her across the garage his hand dropped lower, caressing her ass through the silk. Not believing such a thing was possible, she felt her pussy moisten even more, soaking her thong and raising a musk in the enclosed space.
She felt cool metal and glass against her stomach and breasts as he pressed her into the side of his car. She could feel his cock pressing against her; she ground back against it, relishing this gift of intimate contact. He inhaled sharply, his breath hissing in her ear.
“I have half a mind to bend you over right here and fuck you on the hood of my car. Would you like that?”
Hope flared in her as she nodded, a moan escaping her lips. She felt his lips and tongue on the back of her neck, right on that special place that she loved to have caressed. His hot breath fluttered her hair and his hard cock pressed against her ass more urgently. ‘Please!’ her inner voice wailed. ‘Just bend me over and take me – please!’
And just then he pulled away, opening the car door and guiding her onto the passenger seat. The familiar seat wrapped itself around her as she sank down and tried to calm her racing heart; she felt her the luxurious leather caress her wetness.
‘God, I’m going to stain the seat,’ she thought. Then she giggled inwardly. ‘That’s the weirdest thing to think about right now.’ She wriggled on the seat to spread her wetness. ‘Might as well go with the flow!’ She giggled to herself again as she felt the car begin to move. He wasn’t in a talking mood, so she leaned back in the seat and tried to relax.
After a short while – she had no idea how long, really – he pulled up, got out of the car and walked over to open her door. Reaching in, he grabbed her under the arm and guided her into the cool night air. “We’re here. Walk with me,” he murmured with his familiar, strong hand on her back once more.
A few steps up, then a door opened and she was ushered into a warm room. “Take off your shoes, my pet.”
She did as she was told, then was guided forward a few more steps; “Short step up,” he warned. As she stepped up she felt familiar surface of a tatami mat under her bare feet. She paused, admittedly a bit startled. ‘Where were they?’ she wondered. The fragrance of the tatami was familiar, but nothing else.
His hand moved up her back, tracing her spine as he reached under her long hair and grasped the back of her neck. She sensed him move around her, then felt his breath against her ear, then a brief touch of his soft lips as he whispered: “I’ve brought you a gift. I’m going to leave you now, but I’ll not be far. Enjoy.”
She heard him walk away, then the footfalls paused and she discerned his stage whisper: “She is yours – for now – but remember. Her little deaths belong only to me.”
Then a brief silence, followed by carefully measured footsteps approaching her from behind. Strong hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her backwards into a strong, smooth chest. Lips and teeth nipped lightly at her neck, then a new voice whispered close to her ear: “Hello, my plaything.”
She gasped, her heart leapt; she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with joy: ‘Puck!’ His strong arms engulfed her from behind, and as she pressed back against him she could feel his need pressing against her. She thrilled at the thought of him being hard for her. Her hands, still bound with silk behind her back, strained to caress him, but he pulled away, grazing her nipples with his fingertips.
“Not today,” he growled. “Today I am as much as plaything as you.”
He grasped her wrists, easily untying her hands and raising her arms – an almost ritualistic gesture as next he pulled her hands together at the small of her back. But this time it was not silk binding her. She heard the hiss of the rope before she felt its touch, feeling the smooth cord bite into her wrists as it was tied expertly.
Again teeth nipped her neck – hard – just below her ear. Hot breath made her pulse race; her knees weakened as she felt a heightening of already overwhelming need for release. As they had so often in the past, Puck’s strong hands steadied her. Then they moved again to her chest. He tore the fragile sundress away from her body to allow his fingers to caress her from just below her breasts, to her sides then back up over her breasts. She shuddered with anticipation of what she knew came next.
A new length of rope began a dance on her torso, the bight at her mid back before being wrapped twice under her breasts. Then a double wrap above her breasts before the running rope was passed under the bindings and pulled tight. She felt the delicious pressure on her breasts, skin growing more taut, her proud nipples growing turgid with blood. She felt his hands cupping her breasts; palms circled her nipples, engorging them further before strong fingers pinched – hard! He pulled her breasts up and away from her body, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as she rode the pain and pleasure that lanced from her nipples lanced through her stomach to her swollen clit.
“You’re beautiful,” his whisper in her ear accompanied his fingers tracing down her stomach to the top of her panties. He gently traced over the silk covering her lips, and she could feel his smile on her neck: “You’re very wet.” His fingers grasped the silk, jerking the thong down her thighs and exposing her pussy to the air. His fingers traced back up the front of her thighs, grazing ever-so-lightly over her labia before moving up over her breasts then away.
Her disappointment at losing his touch was blunted when she heard more rope being prepared. The next few minutes were a blur of fast ties – ankles bound together, then a running rope through the bight at her back before being secured above her head through an unseen carabiner. She was pulled up just slightly, forcing her to stand on her toes. Suddenly Puck’s left arm wrapped across her breasts from behind, pulling her back against his muscular chest and causing her knees to buckle with the movement. His right hand moved quickly to cup her pussy, fingers dipping into her honey – knowing exactly where to caress.
Jolts of pleasure wracked her body. Her mind fogged as her senses focused on the sensation of his fingers exploring her, dipping ever so slightly inside before moving through her wet folds to just below her clit, raising hopes of release but never touching her there. Her mind wailed with need; she would cum instantly if he would but caress that part of her that he knew all too well. But each time his fingers came close, he would lift them away, or circle below, never giving her what she so desperately needed.
This went on for what seemed like an eternity. He caressed her, but denied her in spite of her body’s pleading undulations. The scent of her arousal tickled her nostrils; she could feel his when he occasionally let his cock brush her ass briefly as he reached around her. Time fell away; it had no meaning. Finally, though, the almost constant shivering of her thighs made her legs weak and she swayed to one side. She heard the carabiner overhead click its release, then his arm wrapped around her chest as he buckled her knees with his and lowered her quivering body to the floor. He held her close, and once again his lips brushed her ear. “Ssshhh. Almost there. Just relax and what you desire will be yours.”
She sighed deeply, lying back against him as he rocked her gently and kissed her neck. She felt her racing heart slow, though her desire for release did not falter. After cuddling her for a time, he sat back and untied her ankles. ‘We’re done?!’ she thought – disappointment washing over her. Then, suddenly, he pushed her down face first while grabbing another length of rope. Expertly, he raised her ankles to behind her knees and trussed each leg. Then ropes were wrapped behind each knee, drawn taut to the rope binding her wrists at her lower back. She was completely at his mercy. All she could do was utter a quiet, pleading whimper.
His fingers reached into the depths of her swollen pussy – just once – and rested there for a time, moving gently, caressing the sensitive flesh. Her hips ticked and jerked up, pushing back against the sweet pressure. She whimpered again as the fingers slowly withdrew, then swabbed her wetness over her ass.
“Mmmmm, I think you’re ready,” he chuckled as he stood, picking her up by the torso rope and carrying her across the mat to a hitherto unseen divan. Rather unceremoniously he dropped her face down with her head facing the end with no arm. Her hips settled on top of a firm pillow. One last time Puck leaned close, placing a light kiss on her cheek and whispering: “Good night, delicious.” And then he was gone, and the room went dark.
She was keenly aware of the delights her positioning promised, and tried to calm her body while she waited for what came next. The only sound was the whisper of the air conditioning and the whirring of an overhead fan. Funny that she’d noticed neither of these earlier, but then her body was in such turmoil she noticed little besides Puck’s touch and her desperate need. As she lay still, she went inside herself and calmed her breathing while at the same time testing her trussed muscles to be sure there was no pain. And of course there was none; Puck was far too talented a rigger to make such a mistake. Just as she felt herself slipping into a nap, she heard footsteps moving towards her. They stopped just beside her.
“Well, what do we have here?”, rumbled The Keeper. Her heart leapt again, and she wriggled with joy and anticipation. A large hand caressed her ass, fingers dipping low and gathering moisture, then spreading her body’s excitement on her inner thighs, and on her ass. “My, my. Someone is excited,” exclaimed her Keeper. She heard his lips smacking; imagined him licking her excitement from his fingers, savouring her. “What is one to do with this tasty treasure?” She could hear his wicked smile, and whimpered her need to him while trying to raise her hips to his touch.
“Oh yes, my little one, I know what you need. You’ve been good, and I will uphold my side of the bargain, but there is one more thing you need to do for me.” And with that, she sensed him move to the head of the divan. She felt hard, yet oh-so-soft flesh caress her cheek. “You must prepare my cock for its work.” A hand grasped her hair tightly, lifting her head higher. With wanton joy she opened her mouth wide and felt him thrust his thick cock into her mouth. Her tongue danced on the underside of the head, cradling it and bathing it in her hot mouth. He grunted his satisfaction and moved her head and his cock in unison, urgently pressing the head to the entrance of her throat. He was too thick for her to swallow completely, a barrier they had tested together many times in the past to no avail. So he knew just when to stop, and when to slowly withdraw before sliding her head forward again. The helplessness of her position – and his pulsing in her mouth – energized her; and just as she began to think that he was going to cum on her tongue he hissed an intake of breath and withdrew from her. She tried to reach her mouth to him again but he was in complete control and having none of it.
“That’s enough of that, I think,” he chuckled as he walked to her side and lifted her off the divan. He placed her chest on the pillow that had been lifting her hips and spread her legs on the floor. She whimpered as she felt his thick fingers probe her folds, pressing inside her urgently then withdrawing and again spreading her wetness. She felt his cock gently circling her ass; just as she tried to relax in anticipation he lowered his shaft and sank deep into her pussy in one long stroke. His hands shifted to her hips, pulling her urgently into him hard and fast, his thighs slapping against hers as he found her deepest pleasure centre. Just as she felt the crest of her orgasm building to its peak, he stopped suddenly with only the head of his cock inside her. ‘No,’ her mind screamed. ‘Don’t stop!!!’ Her hips undulated as she tried to push back against him, desperate to feel filled by him; desperate for her release.
“What do you want, my pet?” he asked. “You have my permission to speak.”
“Please, fuck me”, she begged. “Please let me feel you cum inside me while I cum. I need to cum so badly, it almost hurts.”
“With pleasure,” he hissed as he slowly pushed back inside her. As he did so he lay across her back and reached under her to caress her clit. With only the lightest, briefest touch her body convulsed its release as electric shocks coursed through her. As her pussy pulsed she felt him swell and spasm deep inside her, brushing that special spot they had discovered together years ago. His cum mingled with her own, the sound of the new wetness adding another layer of pleasure. His breath hissed in her ear, his pleasure eventually gathering into a rumble deep in his throat as a hand grasped her hair and twisted her head back. She relished feeling him orgasm deep inside her almost as much as she took pleasure from her own.
Eventually she felt him softening as he slipped reluctantly from her grasp. He stayed kneeling behind her for a moment, and she imagined him gazing at her swollen labia as he stroked his half erect cock, admiring his handiwork. He stood, grasped her hair and lifted her head. “Clean my cock,” he almost growled, then gasped as her mouth eagerly closed around him. She rolled their mingled juices on her tongue, and found herself surprised as he began to grow hard again.
‘So soon? That’s fast, even for him,’ she thought. The thought of being the source of his pleasure filled her with joy; she had always derived satisfaction by pleasing others, and right now his growing erection was deeply satisfying to her. She smiled inwardly as she hummed her joy, feeling utterly content.
Once more he pulled away, repositioned the pillow on the divan and lifting her back into her original position: head down, hips raised, pussy and ass open to his gaze.
“I think it’s time for our next treat, don’t you?” As he moved behind her she felt his fingers exploring her folds once more, and once again felt them move her wetness over her ass. But this time one of his fingers probed deeper, gently at first then more urgently as he felt her ass open to him. Once again she felt his lips and teeth on that special place on the back of her neck, and his breath in her ear as he whispered, ‘it’s been far too long since I’ve taken you here. I don’t want you to feel neglected.”
As he spoke, his finger withdrew and she felt his cock pressing steadily into her. This time she didn’t have to consciously relax; her body was already languid from hours of teasing and her explosive release. She simply sighed and welcomed this new presence, revelling in the feeling of being completely owned. “Good girl,” he whispered as he lay across her back, reaching below and pushing two fingers into her pussy. As he began to thrust she felt her mind untether from the conscious world as she swirled into a new plane of pure pleasure and joy . . .
. . . after a time, she stirred back into consciousness, groggily aware that at some point she had drifted off to sleep, a soft pillow behind her head and a light, satin sheet covering her now unbound and naked form. She had no sense of how much time had passed, or any clear memory of how many orgasms she and her lover had shared. She was only aware of being wholly and completely satisfied, and of being alone. Her blindfold was gone, but the room remained dark save for a soft, dim light from one corner. From there she heard someone stir, heard footsteps move towards her. She closed her eyes again, anticipating being enfolded in her Keeper’s arms once more and drifting off to sleep together.
She felt her head being cradled gently as the pillow was removed, replaced by the her lover’s thighs as he lowered her head back down. She felt a tender caress on her cheek, a light kiss on her lips, and a softly murmured, “Hello, my beautiful girl.”
Her eyes snapped open; there, gazing down with eyes full of love and wonder, was her anchor, the man who she had committed her life to and whom she loved with all her heart. Her heart leapt with a mixture of anxiety and joy, and she began to stammer the questions that leaped into her mind.
“Shhhhh,” he put his fingers to her lips. “There’s time enough for questions. For now I just want to hold you.” He reached down and held her to his chest. She felt a warmth suffuse her body as she reached up to wrap her arms around him and nuzzle into his neck. She felt his steady heartbeat against her chest, and felt herself relaxing back into her sublimely contented space. He stroked her hair, then gently pulled her shoulders back and stared deeply into her eyes.
“How does my baby feel?”
Smiling, she kissed him deeply, nuzzled into his neck and murmured, “One”.
He laughed, then slid down beside her. He stroked her hair and whispered:
“Happy Birthday, beautiful girl.”
She pressed back against him, sighing and smiling as she slipped back into sleep.