Imprisoned By My Keeper
A sharp tug pulled me around and forward into a long entranceway, then through an opened door in the barred wall. It hissed closed and locked immediately after I’d passed through and my Master continued to tow me deeper into the prison’s labyrinth. A few seconds later I caught sight of my waiting Keeper. She was nearly two metres tall, strongly and elegantly proportioned with an extremely narrow waist set off by classic hips and perfectly proportioned breasts. Her hair was a deep auburn and appeared to be gathered into a long flowing mane behind.
Corinna was covered by a full, freely moving, long, black, gleaming rubber dress that seemed to have been sprayed onto her body and so it did not inhibit her movements in any way, in deep contrast to the so-called clothin
