The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
AN "AFTER THOUGHT" INTRODUCTION TO
THE EPIC ADVENTURES OF LINDA IN LIFE
(Written Between Part 2 Chapter 6 and Part 2 Chapter 7)
My name, in this story, and in the realm of B&D, S&M and D&S is
MASTER PAUL (sometimes refered to by my "partners", "charges" or
"slaves", if you prefer, as MP). Unlike many Masters and
Mistresses, I seldom if ever carry the "profile" you will see in
this epic and true story into what some people refer to as "real
life". There, perhaps, was a day and a time when I could be
provoked into "showing" this side of me in what some people
mistakenly call "real life", but those days and times vanished
when I met "linda". They came back, briefly over that past year,
but only briefly. It took a while, but between us, we "cured"
each other of any need or necessity to bring dominance and
submission into socalled "real life".
I keep refering to "socalled real life" and what "some people
call real life" because, to me (and to "linda") THIS EPIC is the
REAL LIFE we choose and wish to live OUR way, when we wish it,
and almost always ALONE; Just two people and sometimes "selected
invitees" whom we could TRUST IMPLICITLY to work with us.
SPECIAL PEOPLE, like linda and I, who know the workings of
Masters, Mistresses and socalled slaves or submissives, fairly
well, and have demonstrated a willingness to care enough to learn
another human being and know them almost as well as they know
themselves. The readers of this Epic Tale or Story would do
themselves a great service to think about what I have just said
and to do it CAREFULLY.
The story you are about to read is a true story that really
occurred. The people in the story really did exist, "once upon a
time". Where linda relates (to me) second hand stories and tales
of her past experiences, BEFORE she met me, they are most likely
somewhat embellished to fit preconceived or post-embellished
fantasies. My recollections in the writing and describing of
events that actually took place are as accurate as the passage of
time and a slightly aging mind and body can make them.
The writing of The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life was inter-
rupted between Part 2 Chapter 5 and Part 2 Chapter 6 by an entire
series of "events" brought about by several readers of the "Epic"
who, over a several month period, contacted me, in one way or
another,to seek me out to (1) find out if I was "for real",
(2) try to "teach me a lesson about 'demeaning' women etc." or
(3) "try me on for size and effect" to see if I could be their
personal Master. Over all, the interruptions were what I would
call "good for me" because they re-reminded me of just how little
understood MP and linda's world really is, even among its
socalled practitioners and advocates. I plan to deliver no
lectures nor to pontificate in the remaining and voluminous
chapters and parts of The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life. Nor
will I castigate anyone in this introduction for their inter-
ruptions and digressive distractions of me from this task. When
you are honestly queried and questioned, you try, sincerely, to
answer ALL, as best you can.
In the category of "finding out if Master Paul is 'for real'", I
encountered a wide assortment of psychologists, psychiatrists,
parapsychologists and other professionals and para-professionals
who, basically, were hell bent to prove their own personal
evaluations of me, of linda and of people like us. I, for the
most part, feel very very sorry for these "mind benders and
fixers". In my special ways, I would caution those who "are like
me and like linda" to be VERY CAREFUL about taking "advice", even
from alleged or advertised professionals and para-professionals
in the psychological and psychiatric professions and fields,
UNLESS, THE ADVISOR(S) PERSONALLY ARE SPECIAL PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND
I (and linda).
Over my life time, I have read many many books of and about
sadism, masochism, B&D, S&M, D&S and a whole variety of related
subject areas. I have yet to find ANY writing that accurately
describes what I have felt or what I have seen and felt in
another, such as linda. I will say nothing further about that
observation. It is a fact that has confronted me for a long long
time. Perhaps more of us who do have this special people profile
will eventually choose to write and elaborate upon what we are
and why and how we handle it AMONG OUR OWN. We shall see. One
thing I know for sure is that I am not in any way driven to
explain it to anyone but MY OWN....the SPECIAL PEOPLE....and
then, only because I want them to know that THEY, like linda and
I, are completely normal and wholely accepted and acceptable. The
rest can critique to their hearts content. I don't really care
what they say or do as long as they leave people like linda and I
to ourselves. We can handle US. Far better than they handle their
"things". And I'll bet any amount of money or anything else on
that statement, ANY TIME!
At one point, in my experiences with linda, I sought outside help
to deal with my problems (for me to detail when and how that
happened will ruin the story for you, so I will not, here). After
several months of "treatment", I decided I was "OK" and that my
"doctor" was, perhaps not "nuts", but shall we say, "incapable
of understanding what I knew and felt and how I was and wanted to
be"........FOR, INDEED, I WANTED TO BE THIS WAY AND STILL DO AND
AM. I was pronounced "cured" when I stated this fact to the
"doctor" and carefully stated that I was no longer in need of
"help". Ah, the mysteries of modern medicine and its practi-
tioners, eh? Have we REALLY advanced from the tribal medicine
men of old to a new and enlightened age, or have we merely
developed a new way to market a very old profession and its
methodologies. Who knows? Not I, and that's for sure!
The other category of "finding out if MP is/was 'for real'"
contains assorted Masters, Mistresses and submissives of both
sexes who apparently have some penchants toward "competing with
the best" (and I NEVER said I was the best or anything close to
it to THEM, ever....they just seemingly 'surmised' such or
same...ASS-U-ME'ed it). The dominants who did the "is He for
real" trick on me, almost always hit me with the line "if you
knew who I was in 'real life', you'd...." (you fill it in
here....I'm tired of hearing it!). And both the dominants and the
submissives who approached me to "check me out" (with several
noteworthy exceptions) always made a point of this "real life"
distinction and called this scene and realm, "playing". I don't
believe any of them ever considered themselves phonies or
charlatans, nor do I so consider them, even now. But, as you will
read and understand in The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life, this
is not unreal and it is definitely not something one "plays with
or at", EVER. Sincere and honest SPECIAL PEOPLE put thousands of
hours and dollars into their efforts and "partnership" in this
realm. And, yes, it is, in many ways, a socalled "sexual pursuit"
(but not an "abberation"!).......the strongest of all human
"drives" is SEXUAL. Human norms of socalled civilized society try
to convince us that OUR REALM is perverse and perverted. Really?
Then, sir, why does your wife reach down and grasp her ankles and
pull them out and upward when you are "doing it" missionary
style, hummmmm? (And if that "hits home" with you, dear reader,
think on it...long and carefully!)
I believe there is a reason for sexuality and sexually based
relationships being the strongest of all. It's based in intimacy
and understanding between human beings of the opposite or same
sex. I do not care to "pass on" or "judge" the pairings by sex or
gender, thank you, because to each pair or group, goes their own
things and choices. It's not tolerance on my part that makes me
say this but a recognition that I don't know what drives other
people who are not "like me" and I have neither the time nor the
money to find out, even if I wanted to; which I do not. I
understand ME and I understand a very few special women who are
almost exact opposites from me and therefore nearly perfectly
matched TO ME, in THIS, our special, mutual, realm.
The category of people who approached me that fall under what I
decribed in (2), above, did not and do upset me or in any way
infuriate me. I choose to simply ignore them unless they become
persistant enough to make permanent pests of themselves among me
and mine, which, often, they have and they do. Their special
little penchant or game is to categorize all males who supposedly
"demean" women as wife beaters and bullies. SPECIAL PEOPLE,
especially MASTERS, do not hit, punish, bind or do anything else
in anger, EVER. The real MASTERS I know are very generous, very
considerate and very understanding men whose powers of obser-
vation and understanding of submissive women enable them to see
something that all others, who lack their powers, can not see,
much more, understand and deal with.
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life has been getting some very
very wide circulation since it hit the boards about a year ago.
As it becomes "more popular" among OUR special people, it becomes
a "target" for other people to hit on and try to stop. It's a sad
commentary on our times that some people can not leave other
people be, to do what they want to do, by consent, with partners
who have chosen them on a mutual basis, through understanding,
many hours of discussion and "feeling out" and a great deal of
plain trust. I don't plan to say ANYTHING more on this subject
nor to defend myself or anyone else in MY realm.....linda's
realm, also!
The last category of people, who have approached me over the past
year or so, (and over the years, in private, when there was no
"draw" or "bait" in the form of a REAL story like this one, just
the part of me they, and they alone could "SEE".....and feel, and
hear and smell and taste etc), are the VERY SPECIAL PEOPLE, the
submissive women, who seek a Master and want one of their very
own to feed the hunger they genuinely have.
I will not specifically discuss them here, or anywhere, for that
matter, except to say, in general, that they are REAL; they are
SINCERE; and they ARE understood, by me, very very well. Perhaps,
better then they understand themselves.
A long time ago, I discovered that I could stand in a room
containing several score to a hundred or more men and women and,
through some inate and special "talent" or understanding, I could
pick out, identify and be identified by, certain special women
who had an active or latent "submissive streak or nature" in
them or about them. When you ARE a Master and you have the
"profile", your "opposites" can "see" you for what you are,
BECAUSE THEY, LIKE YOU, ARE "SEEKING" A "REAL" PARTNER. The
sequences in The Epic Adventures of Linda In Life that involve
the introduction of Master Paul and linda are precisely the way
it happened in every respect. The "eyes" and other things "have
it", I guess. Guess? No, I KNOW it. Linda "saw" me for what I was
as plainly as I "saw" her. Both of us knew that I could make her
do things no one else would dare to even try and both of us knew
that, between us, we would eventually teach each other the
"right" ways to do it. If you are SPECIAL PEOPLE, like us, you
want to consider that statement very very carefully. That's all I
will say to you. Read the story if you want better
"instructions".
Over the years, I have had some strange things happen to me in
strange places, with regard to this "ability to see and be seen"
by a seeking, hungering, genuinely submissive woman. I can recall
sitting at a banquet table at a "fraternal meeting" not so long
back and feeling a pair of eyes boring into me from down the
table...feeling it! I sat there, not embarrassed, but certainly
very cautious not to mess with "a brother's wife or girl friend"
and carefully considered if I was going to ignore the source of
the "feelings" or let the MP side of me respond by seeking back.
I gave in and did return the "stare". What I saw made me warm
inside and all over..........a pair of eyes, a face and, above
all, a very very intelligent mind, that was literally screaming
"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, MASTER.........I K-N-O-W YOU, M-A-S-T-E-R!!!
Do you KNOW *ME*"?
As we who are SPECIAL can do without much effort, I sent the
message back....."YES, I K-N-O-W you, my submissive and hungering
friend. I KNOW YOU". We never spoke a word to each other the
whole evening or any time afterward. But, between us, we passed
some pretty powerful body messages and gestures, back and forth,
over the course of a couple of hours. It is a good thing my
silent "partner" at that banquet table was wearing a long dress,
because I have a feeling a pair of slacks would have "told all".
She had a similar effect upon me and I did not have the
"advantage" of loose outer garments to cover the "evidence". I'm
still laughing about that.
Every time my submissive, seeking and hungering friend and
special but opposite person got anywhere near me, she would
glance at me and then lower her eyes and her head, when she was
sure I was paying attention, which I NEVER failed to do...believe
me, I didn't. She had "ways" of placing her hands, or standing
or sitting that sent signals to me that were very very plain to
me and also very unnoticed by everyone else, including her
husband, my "brother". I was formally introduced to her, later
in the evening, across a table, in a bar. I made no move to take
her hand nor was one offered. She looked across the table at me,
briefly, and then lowered her head and put her hands in her lap,
with a faint smile and a little tiny shudder, as she did. When
the two of them left the bar, later, everyone got up to say good
night and pay their respects, except me....the MP side of me knew
enough to stay seated and then speak to her from that position.
For better than an hour at that table, we all talked back and
forth except for she and I. Between us, there were no words.
There did not have to be any words. We both KNEW that. As she
walked out of the bar, she glanced back over her shoulder,
briefly, and laid her wrists across each other behind her back,
then lowered her head and went on out that way. I left early the
next morning and never saw her again. But if she ever reads The
Epic Adventures of Linda in Life, I send her my respect and my
honor and I tell her, here, that linda would admire her at least
as much as I do. She *IS*, indeed, SPECIAL PEOPLE to us. I don't
think my "brother" knows what he has. I KNOW he doesn't. I DO! I
am MASTER Paul!!!
I guess I had better get on with this introduction and finish it
so you can read The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life and enjoy
OUR experiences to your fullest, my friend and SPECIAL PERSON, be
you dominant or submissive. Before I finish, let me explain
something I just said in that last sentence.
One of the strange "characteristics" of The Epic Adventures of
Linda in Life is that it appeals to male dominants and female
submissives, alike, and in about equal numbers. I KNOW that there
are a lot of female submissives out there reading about MP and
linda and hungering greatly as they do. A few of them have
approached me, quietly, to learn more about me and to check
themselves out, as well as me. One, and only one, truly "matters"
to me in the special and wonderful way linda and I "mattered" to
each other. The others are very special, wonderful and very
potentially (and in some cases, ACTUALLY) submissive women who
are hungering and seeking a real Master. All of them, so far,
have been, either before approaching me, or during, or after, in
some way, hurt by some Master who didn't understand them or
didn't want to understand them. I have not failed to understand
any of them. I know the "hunger" and I can see it. I know the
need and desire for trust and I can satisfy that IF I CHOOSE TO
DO IT. Mostly, I do not. It takes a great deal of MY time and MY
effort to work with and to learn ANY submissive woman I accept as
my slave and charge. It also requires a substantial amount of
money to do it right and absolutely correct. Thus, I choose
carefully, after a short, very experimental "look", in person,
always. And the CHOICE must be a mutual one....ALWAYS and in ALL
WAYS.
Some are argumentative, belying the "truth" about themselves to
me and to others. I suspect that that is mostly out of fear of
what might happen if they ever truly admitted their
submissiveness, completely, to themselves, and then seriously, as
linda did, went out "hunting" for the right Master....HER
MASTER....and partner to train with and trust for as long as both
could make it work. Submissives DO hunt. There is not question
about that. The truth of the matter is well laid out in the epic
you are about to read. They also, at some time, and perhaps MANY
times, get hurt by a would be, chosen Master. Emotionally and
sometimes physically. And eventually, THEY have to break it off
before serious and permanent harm is really done. Some very few
submissives get too far in and too deeply "involved" to get out.
In The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life you will read about linda
getting in that deep with one Master, who WAS a Master, beyond
any doubt and who had "connections" with people who either "make
submissive women from scratch" (that's not only possible, but a
proven fact!) or hunt real ones down and haul them off to train
and learn obedience for profit and for others. Slavery, even in
this day and age, is not unknown and it is not always unwanted by
the slave. This is especially true in the sexual slavery realm...
...the realm The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life deals with. It
is not every woman's dream to sexual serve a man...a Master....
but it is some women's fantasy to TRY it, just once, to see how
it feels. The experience, to a genuine, "for real", sexually
submissive woman, can be more "habit forming" (and debilitating)
than alcohol is to an alcoholic or heroin is to a junkie. Once
"hooked" and once the "hunger" has been satisfactorily and very
adequately "fed", she is unable to obtain real and genuine sexual
satisfaction of the deepest kind with anyone but HER MASTER. A
very few special women have tried it and they love it...with the
RIGHT Master.
Those statements, just made above, bring hellfire and damnation
from the womens' liberation troops. In abundance and with utter
vehemence, I might add. I have had my fair share of the "shots"
from that quarter over this story. But, largely, I will ignore
them because I knew linda and I CARED FOR and LOVED linda in my
special way, just as she did in return; and perhaps even more so.
People who try to deny and/or dictate what others do/could/should
feel and hear and taste and see and smell and KNOW about MP and
linda's special realm, and behavior in that realm, are the
greatest violators of individual human rights in this entire
world. MP and linda wanted to be the way they were, for as long
as they could be, in any one socalled "session". I *KNOW* that
because I lived it. It's true!
Just as I know that my VOICE has the capability of driving my
special charge and slave into headlong sexual flight into her
realm of submissiveness, from which she does not EVER want to
return without fully pleasing HER MASTER and feeling the tight
balled knot of fear in her belly and the spreading fire of
extreme sexual hunger for all that He can deliver to her in their
mutually chosen and accepted realm.
I know what I *DO* to certain, very special and very talented
submissive women, without touching them and oft times without
speaking directly to them. I KNOW THAT! Just as well as they do,
and perhaps, I think, better. I know the joy and the fear,
combined, of a "special one" being able to call someone MASTER
who truly *IS* her carefully and trustingly selected MASTER. Of
prefacing or following every short statement to Him with the word
"Master".......and of savoring the "MY" that oft times preceeds
it. Submissives can be, and mostly are, AT LEAST AS POSSESSIVE of
their Masters as their Masters are of them. And, so called "slave
stealing" is, more often then not, done by submissives, more than
Masters! That aspect of MP and linda's scene or realm is NOT as
well understood as it should be. Perhaps this "Epic" will help.
But, from Master Paul to all the Real Masters and Submissives out
there who read my "works" in this epic, I say this:
I understand, and always will, what "more than anything",
"forever", "Anything, Master...AAAANNNYYYTTTHHHIIINNNGGG!" mean
and the trust conveyed by the words. I have been there and I have
lived it. Several times. It is beautiful and it can be DEADLY,
when abused or misused. That is why I will not accept MOST
submissives, except to "have a look at them in person", after
which I usually and politely try to say "thanks, but no thanks".
Several times, I've said "yes" and regreted it, mightily.
"Chamelions" are not all found in the reptile world, or so it
seems.
For, even now, "SOME ONE WOULD CALL *ME* MASTER".....and she is
trying to mean it with every fiber of her being. To find a "way"
to make it work in her circumstances and mine. Perhaps it will. I
don't know, but I care, if it can and will. Others will try, I'm
sure. Over the years, I have developed a way to keep all but the
most sincere and the most submissive away from me. That is far
more for their protection than mine, I might add. A genuinely
real sexually submissive woman knows that the "pain" depicted in
this Epic is both transient and quite "different" from "normal"
pain or suffering. It, when coupled with the tightly knotted ball
of pure fear in the stomach or belly and the acute sexual
arrousal that accompanies the "knot" before HER MASTER, is
wholely ADDITIVE and almost entirely indistinguishable from
"normal" sexual stimulation. Together, pain, fear and sexual
arousal build what you will read and "see" in this epic in a REAL
sexually submissive female who has the courage, the daring and
the comfort to seek it from HER MASTER when her hunger demands
it.
For you see, my would be Master and slave readers and friends
....THIS IS NOT A GAME.....THIS IS NOT UNREALITY AND MAKE
BELIEVE.....AND IT IS NOT "PLAYING"....to some of us this is a
real world of real things that we like more than anything else in
this world and have learned to handle in real ways that work very
well. If you are timid or lack courage, do NOT read the Epic!
The fear of a Master is genuine and real in a genuine and real
slave...a TRUE submissive. A real Master truly owns His slave and
true submissive and knows when and when not to punish and demand
and get obedience and submission. He also knows that any time He
begins with her, she will "fly"........rise into a state of
sexual excitment and arrousal that causes a fear built knot to
grip her insides and turn her sexually into a starving, hungering
sexual being that requires progressive stepping of pleasure and
pain and humiliation and submission that remove everything else
from her coonsideration as she rushes upward to return where she
has often been, before HER MASTER, and loves, more than anything
in this world. She will "allow" Him "freedoms" with her body, her
mind and her very soul, itself, that defy adequate descrpition in
words, but are understood by BOTH of them; BOTH Master and slave.
TO and FOR the "flying" and so sexually submissive special women
whom I have known, know and may one day get to know, I write this
epic tale. As linda did, I call them BUTTERFLIES, and I, always
and forever, shall!
To the Masters who would or will "fly" them, I bring greetings
and a hope that they will learn to listen, see, feel, taste and
smell, and more, everything that they create in their charges and
slaves in our special realm. For here, in MP and linda's "world",
there truly are no limits of performance and no limitations on
how far up and into the flight of the butterfly a Master's
creation and charge may go. Her tolerances and her understandings
of herself are a function of, and the responsibility of, HER
MASTER, not her. She has a duty and a responsibility to "show Him
everything about her that she possibly can" and to differentiate
for Him, carefully, between "fear" and real "terror" so that He
never transgresses upon her and causes real, permanent harm and
damage, later. Real permanent damage comes in two basic forms....
perhaps three. Physical damage. Marks and scars that should
never have "happened" and which she does not and cannot control.
He can and MUST! By agreement, as you will read, linda permitted
SOME permanent marking etc.. BY PRIOR AGREEMENT, not always
specifically defined so that it was a fear based "surprise" to
her in some ways and thus enjoyed and savored later.
Emotional and mental damage, often not recognized when being
built or imposed on her, by either of them. Simple but debil-
itating things that will not allow her to function at work or in
social gatherings. Or perhaps with a husband who is not her
Master. Hand positions that become "automatic". Eye contacts or
the inability to maintain eye contact. Ways of sitting, standing
or kneeling that she does for her Master and cannot undo
elsewhere. The list of accidental possibilities is virtually
endless. A GOOD Master knows His power over His submissive and
does not abuse it by doing permanent emotional damage. A GOOD
Master does not interfere with His slave's personal, family,
and/or work obligations in any substantive way, if that is her
wish and choice. I know a very few married partners in this realm
who willingly have chosen to maintain the realm MOST of the time,
in the home and elsewhere, and a FEW, a very few, have largely
succeeded. They do it BY CONSENT OF BOTH PARTIES and because they
want and wish to, mutually. They have agreed that it will be this
way, BETWEEN them. Married Masters and slaves are the exception,
not the rule. It's not that it won't work, for a while, at
least. It's that PEOPLE DO CHANGE OR THINGS CHANGE THEM....like
children, for instance. Like, job or profession, for another. The
"list" is endless. But SPECIAL PEOPLE need to understand the
accomodations they will HAVE TO make should they choose to marry
or make the relationship life long and permanent. That's all I
can say on the subject, but it's quite enough, I think. You take
it from there.
The last permanent damage possibility is what I would call a lack
of comfort and a lack of a feeling of well being in the sexually
submissive woman over what she is and has or may become. We live
in a very imperfect world that passes judgements upon people in
the flickering of an eye, because, mainly, the people being
passed upon are "different" and therefore, somehow, NOT NORMAL
and to be LOOKED DOWN UPON.. Or so it is thought to be. As a
Master I "look down upon" my possession(s).....my submissive(s)
.....my slave(s)....in a very very special way. With honor, with
respect and with a recognition that my RIGHT to do so comes from
the loving, hungering, obedient sexually diven creature who
kneels before me and submits to my will. There are few things I
would not do for or give to her because of that honor and
respect, and she knows that better than I do. But there is ONE
THING SHE MUST HAVE THAT I CANNOT GIVE HER IN ANYWAY and that is
a feeling of comfort and acceptance and total understanding of
"the way she is" in respect to the rest of a very cruel and
unkind world. She *IS* my possession and my slave and she wants
to be. I *AM* her Master and I want to be. I feel good about
being her Master and I feel no necessity to explain my role to
anyone in this world with regard to MP and linda's realm. She
must also feel the same way. I can walk every inch of this world,
totally at peace with myself about what I am and what I do. ALL
OF ME. The whole me. My sexually submissive woman, partner and
slave HAS TO FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT HERSELF. Proud and except
WITH ME, totally FREE and comfortable. With *ME* she will never
be free and never "comfortable".
Together we have something that is beautiful and beyond all words
in description. Two people must actually experience the feelings
and the exchanges to fully understand them in their totality. The
power and the submission, flowing together. The trust and the
caring and the, yes, I suppose you CAN call it *LOVE*, though it
is a very DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE THAN ONE WOULD NORMALLY SEE OR
DESCRIBE. I had it. Linda had it. We had it together, I have seen
it in others and I understand what it is and above all, I
understand how it feels, not just to me, but to her....she whom I
own and control in this, our special realm. A place for SPECIAL
PEOPLE who want to be here; who enjoy being here and who could
stay here forever and SOMETIMES, God bless them, DO!!!
This is the realm of the BUTTERFLY and her flights for HER
MASTER. This is MASTER PAUL AND LINDA's (linda's!) REALM.
Master Paul
The Last Master of the Rings.
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
"The Meeting - No Words Required!"
It was Happy Hour and the customers were just beginning to filter
in from their daily routines to sit down and have a cold one and
watch a little psuedo pornographic "art", go-go and strip dancing,
ala Linda style. The Happy Hour shift started with B.J. doing her
thing in her usual wanton and sexy way in the bright orangish red
bikini top and bottom.......whirling around the poles on the
raised stage, pole clasped firmly between her slim, white legs
with a high on the pole start and a slow twirling slide to the
floor of the platform.
"Damn", Linda thought to herself. "That bitch has got to be
gettin' it off with that pole....I'd go nuts with that thing
stuffed up against my pussy twirling round like that and sliding
down that god damn pole." "Phew!" "It's no wonder they call her
B.J.!" "That's probably all she can do after a night of THAT!"
The song ended on the juke box and another started. Linda
remembered that that was number three for B.J. and that she had
to start pumping her dance songs into the box pretty soon 'cause
she was up next with her set of three. She walked over to the
Juke Box slowly in her see-through wrap, scanning the customers
to see who she'd focus her attentions on this time up. "Boy, she
thought, these guys look dead!" "This is goin' to be a damn tough
shift!." "Almost as bad as her hookin' days in Parkersburg at the
'Club' before Johnny came along and knocked her up and then
slipped her out of the place."
As Linda stood at the machine she thought back about Parkersburg
and Chris, the Club Boss, and his bitch, Hilda, who kept the girls
in line. And, when they didn't stay in line, set em up for a
session with Chris in the special, frightening room in the basement.
"God", she thought, "I'll never forget the first time I fucked
up and that bitch dragged me down there....NEVER!"
She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, thinking back to
that terrible night when that big drunken son of bitch from the
Shell Refinery over in Belpre had snuck up behind her at the bar and
about twisted her tits off. When she stopped screaming at him and
thought she had him calmed down some, he rammed his hand into her
crotch and shoved his index finger up her ass as his thumb went up
her pussy, panties and all, and started to literally lift her up
off the stool that way. Thinking quickly, she had grabbed a beer
bottle and smashed the big dumb bastard over the head, screaming
her head off the whole time. Goddamn that had hurt as he tried to
close his index finger and thumb together while they were driven
deep in her ass and up her cunt with her pants wrapped around them.
When the beer bottle hit him, he dropped like a rock.
The next thing she knew, Hilda was all over her ass, twisting her
arm behind her back and slapping the shit out of her face.
Hilda shoved her arm up behind her back to her goddamn neck,
bent her over almost double at the waist and marched her out the
back door toward the stairs leading up to the "party rooms" and
down to the basement. "Oh God, If I'd known what was in that black
vinyl covered room in the basement with the mirrored ceiling and
about all that 'equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have let the
son of a bitch shove his fuckin fist up my ass, never mind a
little old finger and some black panties", Linda thought.
The memories flowed back with increasing detail, igniting fear in
her brain and making her break out in a cold sweat (and starting
the juices flowing in her pussy, much to her dismay). She stood
up against the wall and let her mind race back to that night.
Hilda, instead of hustling her upstairs to chew her ass out and
slap her around, wheeled her past the stairs leading to the party
rooms upstairs and hustled her down the stairs and into a room
she had never seen before, across from the foot of the stairs, and
had only heard fearful rumors about from the rest of the whores in
the place. They didn't talk about it much and didn't care to, or
so it seemed. She'd always wondered why. That night she found
out...in spades!
Hilda stripped her house coat off her and ripped her top and
panties off almost in one motion with Linda still practically
doubled over standing on her feet and her arm shoved up behind
her back, almost to the top of her head, now.
"You goddamn dumb whore!" screamed Hilda, "How many fucking times
do I have to tell you I handle the assholes and you don't ever,
ever hit em with anything unless they ask you to, UPSTAIRS!.... and
then only after they've paid double for the "B&D and S&M Scene" trick!"
"I'm tired of this shit from you, Linda!" "When I get through with you
down here you are goddamn sure goin' to remember that, you little
Delaware whore.....and when Chris, "The Rammer", finishes with you, after
I get tired, you won't do shit unless you ask me or him first; bet on
it, bitch!"
About then Linda suddenly realized it was damn warm in that room.
And dim. It seemed like it was a hundred and twenty degrees. As
she looked around from her upside down position she saw ringbolts
in a cloth vinyl padded floor of pure white mats with buttons
holding the mat down in that upholstered look. But as her eyes
wandered back and forth she saw a lot more. There were two big
rings, one inside the other, one on a pivot up into the ceiling
and down into the floor and the other on pivots or shafts through
the first one extending out sideways either way midway between
the floor and the ceiling. She couldn't see well with her goddamn
hair hanging down all over, but she saw that the inside ring had
little D-Rings welded to it all the way around it's circumference
about a foot or so apart (D-Rings were something she learned
about later and would never ever forget!). The two gimbaled rings
(like the frames of those spinning gyroscopes they use in airplanes,
boat compasses and the like) were HUGE; they were at least, if not more
than, eight foot in diameter, very sturdy, just standing there one inside
the other in stark stainless steel majesty like some abstract or
modern art painting.
As her clothes were shredded from her she spotted another object
off in the corner sitting on the pure white matted floor. It
looked like a chair of some kind except that it had an outline
like a human body and leather straps dangling down from it
everywhere Linda looked. The straps were riveted or bolted to the
sides of the human figure outline of the chair so that they ran
between heavy stainless steel rods that defined the out line of
the human figure and they ran on the under and back sides of the "chair" with
the buckle ends and plain, holed straps to insert in the buckles dangled down
off the rivets or bolts on the front of the back and legs of the "chair"
and the top of the "seat" and "arms".
"What the shit is this place", she'd thought as she stared at the
ominous "chair" in front of her. "What the hell are they going to do
with me?" Linda didn't have to wait for long to get her answer!
Hilda quickly walked her, bent over double, to the "Chair" and
slammed her into the seat with her arm still crammed up to the top
of her head. Hilda slammed Linda's "free" arm down on the leather straps
running across in between the two stainless steel arm rods and
quickly buckled one of the many straps over her forearm and
another over her upper arm. She jumped to the other side of the
gleaming stainless steel chair and did the same trick with her
other arm. It was then that Linda looked up and saw the mirrored
ceiling and black walls - BLACK VINYL PADDED WALLS! And back
behind the gimbaled huge stainless steel rings standing out in
stark reality, she could vaguely see things hanging on the vinyl wall.
LOT'S OF THEM.
She couldn't see em well, but they looked like straps and balls and hoods
and whips and all sorts of kinky shit.
About that time, she remembered, Hilda slammed her lower leg into one
of the "Chair's" legs in front and buckled it in tight. She
repeated the process with the other leg and then continued up to
the seat where she buckled her thighs in tight with 4" wide
leather straps attached to the chair so that her thighs sat on
the bottom riveted part of the strap and they came up through
her thighs, right in front of her pubic hair covered crotch, and
only fractions of an inch away from it. When Hilda had buckled the
thigh straps, her legs were an integral part of the steel rods
and leather straps that encased part of her legs. The stainless
steel rods on the insides of her legs ended right in front of her
pussy while the outside ones went up her outside upper leg(s) past her
hip(s) and on up her sides behind her upper arms and on up over
her head and joined together there. Next came a huge, wide strap (it must
have been 8 or 10 inches wide, at least) which was pulled across her flat
stomach and navel and buckled so tight it almost took her breath
away (and, of course, it ran across her lower back behind her, also).
Then came the straps across the upper and lower part of her
chest above her pert little tits, which by now were sweat covered
with her nipples sticking out like peaks on a mountain, and just about
as hard as the mountain's rocks.
She was about to say something to Hilda, she remembered now, when
Hilda slammed another leather strap across her mouth; but this
one was different. It had a ring in the middle of it and as Hilda
pulled the hard stainless steel ring and strap arrangement across
in front of her mouth as if to buckle it on the other side, Hilda
punched the center of the wide tummy belt so hard Linda's mouth
flew open. In one swift motion Hilda pulled the strap/ring combination
deep into Linda's mouth so that the ring was completely behind her
teeth, held there by the straps cutting painfully and deeply into either
side of her mouth and jamming her mouth wide open with the ring
just inside holding it that way. Linda remembered she started to
scream and protest and Hilda simply walked to the other end of
the room and got a ball with a leather strap through it, came back, wrapped
the strap around behind her head over the stainless steel rods
that bracketed either side of her head, spun the ball around so
it was in her mouth, walked behind and buckled it down tight.
Linda remembered vividly the ball being jammed into her mouth so
it sat in the stainless steel ring that held her mouth open wide.
Christ, she was scared! She begged, she mumbled, she cried, but
not a word came out; and meanwhile, Hilda had gone ahead and
wrapped a wide strap over her neck and buckled it and one across her
forehead and buckled it, TIGHT! It was then that Linda realized she was
being strapped into some goddamn kind of steel body frame chair
with the stainless steel rods running along the outside edges of
her body, legs, arms, and head, complete. Hilda went back
over her arms and legs and torso and connected MORE straps so
that Linda had a leather strap over just about every six to eight
inches of her body and was about a quarter to a third covered
with tightly buckled down straps from head to foot. When Hilda was done,
she stood back and looked at her handiwork.
Hilda strolled slowly over to the far wall and came back with
weird looking glove like things, four of them with two buckles
and laces about where the wrist would be and a huge three inch
strap sewn to the top or back of the hand portion and a buckle
sewn to the palm. She jammed them on Linda's hands and buckled
each of the two small straps after lacing up each "glove", (actually
a mitten). The process was repeated with Linda's feet, using form fitting,
soft leather boots made the same way, like the mittens; soft boots
or something, Linda remembered.
Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward
and ran them over the stainless steel that looped around in front of
Linda's feet and hands, from one steel rod on one side to the other rod
on the other side. Hilda pulled each of the four straps tight and
buckled them into the sewn buckles on Linda's Palms and the
bottom of her feet so that her hands and feet were stretched out
straight from her arms and her feet were pointed like a ballet dancer.
Then and only then did Hilda stop and relax. She looked down at
Linda with pure hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said:
"Welcome to Hilda's 'SLAVE PALACE', Linda,...you bitch!"
"You are sitting in my masterpiece that I developed when I got tired of you
whores trying to kick the hell out of me when I was working you over
and which I also developed because it makes you totally helpless
and completely at my mercy." "But you ain't seen nothin yet my pretty!'
"This little 'chair' you're sittin in is much more than a chair"!
And with that said, Hilda tipped the "chair" forward so that Linda was
hanging from it, her stomach horizontal, looking at the floor,
her head horizontal, on her knees. She manuevered the elbow part
of what Linda had earlier thought were just armrests for her arms,
on each side, so that Linda's arms straightened out instead of
being bent as they were when she was strapped into this thing and
and so her stretched hands and finger tips pointed straight down
at the floor and the hoops at the ends of the the hands touched
the pure white vinyl cushioned floor. Hilda walked around behind
and in a short while Linda's legs spread out so her knees were
about two foot apart. Linda remembered she had heard something lock or
snap as her knees were spread and locked in that position. The
next thing that happened to her was her head being raised up and
back as the frame along her neck was unlocked and pivoted so that
her head was pulled back and locked in position. Now she was on
her hands and knees with her head raised up looking forward
toward the dimly illumniated wall full of strange looking devices...that
"kinky" stuff.
Linda stood by the Juke box shivering, thinking about being stark
ass naked in that black room with it's mirrored ceiling and white
vinyl matted floor, tied immobile - tied hell!......strapped into
a goddamn human shaped frame that held her like an "Iron Lady" of
old but with one big difference. Her whole fuckin' body had been
exposed and her tits hung down between the chest straps. But the
thing that brought back memories of terror and fear and, at the
same time, made her juices flow down her vaginal walls, as it
still did.............NOW!......................, was the way
her pussy and asshole were sticking out as she was immobilized
with her arms and hands straight down, on her knees, lower
legs and the tops of her feet pulled back to the frame so her toes
were pointed backwards along the matted floor.
As she shivered and her juices flowed, leaning up against the wall
in the little Go-Go Lounge years later, she remembered vividly
what Hilda had done next.
"Well, honey, you're mine now until I give you over to the "Rammer"
and then you'll find out why the bad girls named him that." "His
name's really Chris, but the 'Rammer' he definitely earned, as
you will soon find out!" But you won't ever again call him by
that name or any other but MASTER, nor will you call me by any
other name but MISTRESS, in front of either of us." "What you
call us when we aren't around is your business, but after tonight
and tomorrow and tomorrow night and for as long as it takes,
we're MISTRESS and MASTER to you or you stay in that fucking
training frame and in this room FOREVER, Bitch!" "Understand?"
Linda remembered she couldn't answer Hilda, ...MISTRESS!...
because she couldn't move a muscle and she was gagged with that big
ring in her mouth and the ball in the ring. She remembered that
she blinked at Mistress several times and Mistress nodded ever
so slightly, and then slid her hand up under Linda's hanging
pert, pointed, small breasts and carressed them and ran her finger
tips over the nipples, making Linda shudder and the erotic
feelings begin to flow from her breasts down to her pussy which
was already starting to get very very wet, both from sweat and
from her vaginal juices.
Mistress Hilda continued to carress her tits, Linda recalled, and as
she did she started telling Linda that this was the last night
they'd ever look that way again. That made no sense to her until Mistress
Hilda explained that HER Mistress and Master were going to "fix" her so she
could be strung up by her nipples in the future, ANY TIME THEY
WISHED IT. Linda stood against the wall next to the Juke Box and
rubbed her arm over her breasts, feeling the little gold rings under
her bikini top where they ducked into and out of her nipples. "That
was years ago", she thought, "and I still have them there!" "God
they feel good", she thought, "but they didn't THEN." "I was
scared shitless, sweating like the whore that I was, after a twenty
stud gang bang, down in that hot basement room, dripping sexual juices
through my sweat."
Linda's mind floated back to that night, again, and with her arm
rubbing over her golden ringed nipples, she once more drifted back to a
recollection of what Mistress Hilda had done next. Hilda went to the
wall and came back with two dildos about as big as Linda had ever seen
before, (she'd seen much bigger since!), and, with an almost
gentleness, Mistress Hilda pushed one dildo into Linda's dripping
cunt, removed it and inserted it in Linda's upturned, doggy fashion,
ass and shoved the other dildo slowly up into her now flowing pussy,
(not really flowing because pussies don't flow,...Cocks do, pussies don't...,
but really well lubricated!). Linda felt Mistress turn something on and her
Pussy and Ass came alive as the twin vibrators started to work at low speed.
It felt good, she remembered; the twin, artificial, vibrating
male organs had been stuffed in her nether holes to the hilt, barely
sticking out; she had felt that,.......really well!
She watched attentively as Hilda walked by her to the wall on the
other side of the gimbaled rings and took down a small whip of
some kind with wicked looking, short leather strands hanging from it.
Mistress Hilda walked up to her and held the whip by it's handle so the
strands hung down in front of Linda's eyes. "Ever seen a 'Pussy Whip'
Linda....."Slave Linda".....?", Mistress Hilda asked. The answer was eye
blinking again. It was the best she could do. Mistress Hilda smiled and
walked around behind Linda. The next thing Linda heard ....Slave Linda....
was a whirring sound followed by the tips of the "Pussy Whip"
striking her pussy, her asshole, her asscheeks and her underbelly
and thighs as it whipped around in it's vicious circle.
As Linda stood up against the wall next to the music machine, here
years later, she remembered how Mistress had continued to whip her
pussy and asshole with that thing as the two artificial cocks
buzzed away in her vagina and ass canal and the smell of sweat,
pre-orgasm juices and pure raw leather and steel permeated her nostrils.
She remembered that she started to sweat even more and the water dripped
off her as the whip swished round and round, catching the folds over her
clit as it went up toward her underbelly. And she remembered how, despite
everything she could do to prevent it, which physically was next
to nothing, she had slowly built to the biggest, pain wracked
orgasm she'd ever had as the frame she was bound to vibrated with
her attempted contorsions from the orgasm's crest. The whip never
stopped, though, and in a few minutes she was back up again, only
this time it hurt like hell as she built up to it. The second orgasm's
peak gave brief exploding and intense pleasure followed by severe
pain and cramps all over her lower body and up into her insides,
themselves. And each time the orgasm subsided, Mistress reached
down and turned up the speed another notch on one of the vibrators.
Standing here now, she couldn't remember how many times that had
happened, but she remembered the pleasure and the infernal pain
that always came with it. It went on for what seemed like hours
and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. Pussy whip, notch up on
the vibrator(s), orgasm, pleasure, blinding pain, then start over
again and again and again.
As Linda stood there next to the Juke box, she thought about how
after that long, long session with Mistress and Master, she had
never again been able to have a "normal" orgasm in normal fucking
unless someone pulled hard on her nipple rings or whipped her
pussy while she was trying to get off.....except for one other
way...when she had a big hard loving cock in her mouth, kneeling
on her knees with the guy standing in front of her with her hair
wrapped in his fingers and him pumping her mouth back and forth
on his cock. That got to her, too. But after that night and
the days and nights that followed, pleasure and pain were to be
forever wed for her and never to be seperated.
"Linda! You going to stand there day dreaming all day or are you
going to play your fuckin' songs, bitch?"
It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the
U-Shaped bar was empty. "Oh Shit," Linda thought. "Let's get our
act together, woman.....NOW!" She plugged the quarters in the
machine, punched in her "numbers" and started back behind the leg of
the bar's "U" between it and the back wall and mounted the stairs
to the stage. As she turned toward the mirrored back wall behind
the stage, which ran all across the wall, from it's floor to it's
ceiling , she was again reminded of those goddamn hellish, (but
never to be forgotten, and perhaps, even appreciated, if not loved
and feared at the same time), days in Parkersburg, West Virginia
and her very first Mistress and very first Master, and those first
long nights and days in their "care" as they brought her to a lifetime
understanding of her formerly hidden sexually submissive underpinnings
and deep seated sexual cravings to be dominated by the right "MASTER",
(and, sometimes, but not often,....MISTRESS!) "That fuckin' Johnny 'saved
me from myself and them', the son of a bitch," she thought. "But he never
took the rings out of me, did he?", she mused. Nobody ever would, for very
long; not even Linda....pretty, sexually submissive and subservient,...
....Slave Linda....for she had grown to love them as a part of her sexy,
if somewhat "different" body and mentality.
"I wonder if I'm going to find the right man tonight?" she
thought. And by "right" she knew exactly what she meant....A MASTER....
who understood....Slave Linda and her REAL NEEDS AND DESIRES...
some guy who could be tender and loving and yet could put her
through her "paces" and make her AGAIN feel what she had felt
that night and the nights and days that followed in Parkersburg.
She looked in the mirror on the wall as she started to gyrate her
ass and move her little tits back and forth, and out of the
corner of her eyes, she could see a tall, heavy set dude with a beard
and mustache looking back at her in the mirror. She turned her
head away and went throught her routine all the way to the end of
the song and then stood there looking in the mirror at
"him"....was he a Master? Did he understand? He had kind eyes but
he looked big, mean and forceful......."We shall see, my kind
eyed big brute of a friend".....she loved big men and beards
because her first Master in that basement room in Parkersburg
had been both huge and bearded........"we shall see....when I get through
these next two songs, what you are indeed made of and
why"...."you may be the guy I've been looking for ever since Parkersburg".
[End of Part I - Chapter 1]
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
LINDA'S PAST - PART 1 - CHAPTER 2
MEMORIES OF THE PAST FLOW BACK AS LINDA HUNTS A "NEW" MASTER
With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the moustached and
bearded big guy at the back right end of the U-Shaped bar, Linda
started her second number........a Beach Boys tune she loved. She
whipped into action, whirling around the stage in her pale blue bikini
top and pale blue bikini pants, but keeping her eyes glued to the mirror
all along the back of the stage and locked on the sexy big guy.
She never looked at him directly, but, instead always through the
huge mirror. She noted, (and so did her body as it continued to become
more sexually aroused and sexually stimulated), that he was locked onto her
eyes and never took HIS eyes off them.
She wriggled her ass at him; she shook her pert little breasts at
him; she, literally, used every trick she'd learned since she left the
farm in Delaware to get him to look at her BODY,........but he
never took his eyes off her eyes, no matter what she did. As the
song came to a close she couldn't help comparing this tall, large framed,
bearded male to that huge, handsome hulk and hunk of a man, who had so
"forcefully" and permanently entered her young life, in that strange
basement room, in Parkersburg, that fateful and punishing night, years ago
as she remained bound in leather straps, gagged and suspended between
stainless steel body forming and shaping rods, on her knees with
her arms and hands locked straight down toward the floor, her legs
spread wide, with the rubbery, hot, now wet, vibrating, at first sexually
satisfying, twin male "engines" buried deeply and thickly to the hilt in her
hurting, but very wet, female sexual passage and up her stretched anal canal.
Hilda.....MISTRESS HILDA!.... had left the room a L-O-N-G time ago and the
twin, pseudo male organs were still running rampant, at their highest possible
setting, deep inside her protruding and sweat coated body, driving her to one
ogasmic peak after another, all be it farther and farther apart,
as her sexual recovery period got longer and longer and the pain
wracking, post orgasmic contractions and spasms lasted longer and
longer before subsiding to allow her to start her build up to yet
another swelling, mind engulfing, orgasmic orgy of pleasure followed by yet
another "round" of EXTREME pain. How many times, she tried to recall now,
had she "come" in that position down there in that steaming hot, black vinyl
walled room with the white vinyl floor mat, mirrored ceiling and gimbaled
stainless steel "artful" rings firmly pinned into the reflecting ceiling
above, into the padded white floor below and into each other, with all those
dimly illuminated, rather vague looking, strange "tools of the trade" hanging
on the far, ominous, black wall behind them?
As her selected third tune started, Linda swayed sexily and wantonly back
and forth, staring carefully and continuously into the mirror and, thus,
into those kind but firm eyes that stared ever back at her, just
as constantly, almost lovingly, but with a smiling and knowing quality about
them and their owner that told Linda this was no "ordinary" male. No, this one
knew her inside out without touching her, without saying a word to her! And he
knew she was somehow "special", (she could sense it), just as she knew the
same about him!. KNEW IT! He had that masterful but gentle quality about him
that, late that one night in Parkersburg in that basement room, had driven her
wild with passion and with the mindless, unreasoned desire to please in any
way that she possibly could..........TO OBEY AND SUBMIT!....and to love, to
lick and lave, to suck and devour, to be fondled, to be licked, to be sucked,
and to be thoroughly filled and stuffed full of her MASTER as she
had been driven to incredible heights of sexual satisfaction in ways she had
never dreamed possible, as she was carefully put through one new "experience"
after another, while begging and moaning for still more.
As Linda locked the potent memories in her mind, reminding herself of the
"stakes" involved, her eyes stayed locked to the gentle stranger's eyes as
she danced and swayed her wanton sexually wicked best, and her
mind, once again, drifted backward in time and over all those
many intervening years, to the tepid basement room in the whore's club in
Parkersburg to re-create and embellish the first time she'd ever met such a
man.............A MASTER..........her OWN very special FIRST master!
She recalled that she had just been coming down from an orgasmic peak
that fateful night in that basement room in Parkersburg, shuddering in her
leather straps and stainless steel "Iron Maiden" frame, when she first
heard the padded but firm foot steps behind her on the soft, white,
matted, floor. Her head was raised up, eyes staring ahead and locked in
that position that had forced her to stare forward at the large, almost
majestic, stainless steel, gimbaled rings that occupied the darkened center
of the room, with all those frightening instruments of as yet unexperienced
bondage and punishment that hung dimly suspended from the far black, vinyl
wall beyond the rings. The wide leather strap that tightly
stretched across her forehead and had locked her head between her framing
stainless steel rod "captor", the painful stainless steel ring in
her mouth just behind her teeth that anchored her mouth in its opened and
vulnerable, straight ahead position with it's complimenting ball gag and
leather strap pulled deeply and securely into the ring and her six inch wide
leather neck strap that anchored her neck in its entirely immobile position
and had not allowed her to turn her head even a fraction of an inch to see
what was causing the sounds she had heard. She had tried to look upward into
the mirrored ceiling but, all she been able to see was a downward view of
the stainless steel gimbaled rings in the center of the large room and a
different downward, dimmed view of the masses of leather straps, whips,
hoods and other objects she had seen very infrequently before in her young
and budding twenty years, even considering that two of them had been as a
paid prostitute in this very place! WELL PAID!
Suddenly, a gentle set of fingers, belonging to the mysterious noise maker,
touched the sweat covered, rounded curve of her buttocks and gently moved
back and forth through the beaded rivers that had been pouring from her body
for what seemed like an eternity. The fingers slowly glided over her straining
behind and slid gentlely, carefully and purposefully along her hip and forward
across the ten inch wide leather strap that held her shuddering abdominal
muscles rigidly locked to her outlining "maiden's frame" of stainless steel
rods that held her rigidly in its firm confines until, finally the hand had
reached the base of her sexually arroused and swollen, down thrust, tingling
breast as its muscles spasmed in time with her post orgasmic tremors.
The hand paused, and then slowly decended down the sweat covered outer slope
of her then twenty year old, small but shapely breast, moving ever downward
and so tantalizingly across the hanging small mound until in caressed the
rigid, now tingling nipple in the center. The finger quickly withdrew, leaving
Linda with only a phantom sensation of its former presence and then, suddenly,
she felt finger tips brushing across her BOTH her hypersensitized nipples.
Gently; Lovingly; with an ease and a touch that drove her wild with sexual
excitement and longing; and even wilder with curiosity. This had to be another
woman. No man could touch a woman like THAT! There wasn't a male alive
who could do what those fingers were doing, she had thought, as the fingers
once more withdrew.
The mysterious fingers returned and settled gently into the back of her neck
just above the encasing six inch neck strap and moved upward through her now
sweat drenched hair to the the middle of the back of her head where the ball
gag's strap was firmly buckled in place. The fingers began to loosen the strap
ever so slowly. As it loosened, and the large rubber ball with its center
piercing, leather, restraining strap started to move out of her mouth and out
of that very painful stainless steel ring that rested, relentlessly up against
the roof and the bottom of her mouth just behind her wide open and very useless
as well as completely "harmless" teeth. Linda took a deep breath through her
now unplugged mouth, feeling and savoring the cool air flowing around the
retreating ball and it's soaking wet leather straps, as she listened and waited
and watched to see who this mysterious, gentle stranger was.
The ball gag was lifted away slowly as Linda detected it being laid carefully
on the floor near her. As that sound retreated in her ears and died away, she
felt something very soft coming forward over her forehead and down toward her
eyes. As the obvious device lowered, cutting off her vision, she smelled
leather, NEW LEATHER, and felt a soft sheepskin like texture begin to encase
her eyes and blindfold her. "Oh, damn", she had though, "I'll never be able to
see who's doing this to me now." The soft blindfold was tightly buckled behind
her head, over her sweat matted hair, as the gentle hands and their even
gentler fingers retreated yet one more time. As she strained to listen, Linda
heard the clear and unmistakeable sound of a zipper being done or undone and
the sound of human flesh rubbing against its leather encasement, followed by
padding, bare feet on the white matted floor as they advanced around her
right side and stopped in front of her uptilted, riggedly framed
and very immobile head.
A finger rimmed her wet wide spread lips and then slide inward to gently
caress her languid, motionless and long unused tongue as it lay inside the
stainless steel ring that kept he mouth propped open in what had to be a most
obscene and inviting way. The advancing finger moved over her tongue, then
back to her lips, then back to her tongue until, in utter frustration and
frenzy, she began to lave the finger WITH her tongue and caress it back as it
had caressed her tongue and her lips. This went on for a long, long time and
as it did, the vibrating, long loving, twin male artificial "engines" in her
behind kept up their constant rhythm and she started to build slowly toward
yet another orgasmic peak. As the sensation grew in her lower belly and spread
upward across her tightly strapped middle, a set of fingers began to gently
enclose and tightly squeeze her left nipple, rolling it between them, firmly,
but gently. The fingers moved to her right nipple where they repeated the
motion and then retreated. Suddenly, the finger in her mouth slowly retreated
and was gently replaced by an unmistakeable object of some considerable size.
"My God", she thought with a start, "IT'S A MAN!"
The fingers that had been teasing and caressing her propped open,
obscenely, spread, sexy lips, and the wet languid tongue within, suddenly
touched her left breast and moved incessantly downward until they
were teasing her left nipple just as the others resumed squeezing and teasing
her right nipple. As they continued their gentle, squeezing and teasing
of her rigid, sensitive, multiple orgasmic stimulated nipples, her lips felt
the slow, steady advance of a hot and engorged rigid male organ as it's head
slip over her bottom lip and onto her tongue. As it had advanced and passed
through the mouth bracing stainless steel ring, Linda recalled that she had
quickly resumed her licking and laving with her tongue. Only, this time, she
was not attending to a mere finger. This time, she was savoring, laving and
licking the REAL THING. She rolled her tongue across the head of the slowly
advancing male organ and slid it under the rigid edges of the obviously
circumcised head and then slowly rolled her tongue from one side, down under
the head and back up the other side as far as she could, and the started back
around again.
As the sexy, huge member very slowly advanced into her mouth,
through the ring and over her flicking and caressing wet tongue she
felt it relentlessly moving toward the back of her mouth and her throat.
Gently, it began to retreat from her mouth, sliding back out
through the ring. With the automatic reaction of a true "lady of
the evening", she curled her lips down around the retreating shaft as
tightly as she could and rolled her tongue back and
forth, from one side to the other of it and across it's bottom as
she began to suck on the now tightly lip enclosed forward part of this
maddening huge male engine of love and procreation. She sucked on
it and laved it with her tongue until it once again began to
advance toward her throat; and as it continued she began to moan
and gurgle deep in her throat to give the possessor of this
fleshy engine a sign that she wanted more of it deep in her mouth....No,
not her mouth.......deep in her throat. She sucked him and teased
him and licked him and moaned her assent as he slowly acknowledged her
efforts by moving ever further inward and toward the back of her throat.
All the while, her suspended nipples were being played with, rolled and
squeezingly and tightly caressed with a twin set of gentle
talented fingers and the incessant twin vibrators were stirring
her twin lower canals to yet another bounding, screaming orgasm.
As these five engines of passion drove her higher and higher, she
moaned louder and louder, emitting gurgling sounds deep within her throat,
inviting him ever onward and into it's warm depths and "grasp".
As the turgid and rigid head of his advancing shaft slide over her laving
tongue and touched the roof of her mouth at the entrance to her
throat, she took a deep breath, closed her airway and moaned louder as her
tongue urged him forward as her throat began to open to receive him. The
smell of his arroused male scent had been strong in her nostrils as that deep
breath had flowed inward to her lungs.
The head slid into her throat and began its journey into a land
only a "lady" of Linda's "profession" had total knowlesge of and
could skillfully, totally and unerringly provide. A land of contracting
throat muscles that normally would be used for quite another and
less savory operation, induced, usually, by a finger in a bath room.
Linda ovaled her mouth still further and tightened her lips on
the middle of the long thick shaft as her throat received the
head and began automatically to contract and convulse around it. The
shaft advanced further and further into her mouth and down her now
rhythmicly contracting throat until she could feel the tickle of
male pubic hair on her nose and against her super sensitized nostrils.
As the distinctly arroused scent of the male owner of this huge, invading
and pulsating organ wafted upward into her airless nostrils, her body took
over completely and began milking the shaft with tongue, lips and
throat muscles in a series of microsecond spaced contractions and
complimenting attentions that brought a train of flesh encased male sperm
across Linda's sensitive and trained tongue. As the hot fluid
streaked over her tongue and approached the head, Linda tightened
her lips rigidly around the base of the shaft and bore down on
the throat encased head with all her restrained might, griping
him tightly and milking him with rippling muscles. The hot stream gushed out
into the contracting throat then down toward her inner belly as she moaned
ever louder and began the tell tale signs of yet another crashing
and mind bending orgasm. As the sperm flowed into her swallowing
and contracting throat, the incessant fingers tighted down on her
nipples with exceptional male strength and squeezed them and
rolled them until they were almost flattened.
The blinding pain in her nipples streaked downward across her
sperm filled belly and met the freight train of a monstrous and quaking
sexual orgasm streaking upwards from her vibrator penatrated anal canal
and stuffed and tightening sexual passage, and screamed forward out of her now
super-sensitized female folds' upper reaches and its now
thoroughly stimulated and arroused small releaser of female orgasms to
contract muscles and tendons through the length and breadth of
her body. As the two trains, one of pain and one of pleasure, met
in the reaches of her contracting belly muscles, her throat and
tongue and lips went wild with motion and attention to the now
gushing male organ lodged deep in her contracting throat and wet
hot mouth with its laving tongue and ovaling, contracting lips and cheeks.
Linda's moaning became the love song of a sexually satisfied female in the
throes of providing the ULTIMATE male pleasure.......the deep
throated ministrations of the male organ.... not a mere "blow
job" but the talented female mouth's SUPREME attention to the male organ
and the ego of the male mind.
And then, as quickly as it had occured, it was over and the
turgid, still rigid, huge male member was withdrawn from her
throat and the head was sliding across her tongue toward the
portal of her ovaled lips back through the bracing stainless
steel ring to exit the safe harbor of whore Linda's talented
mouth and throat. As it withdrew Linda exhaled and drew in
another pungent gulp of male scented air and tended to laving the
last vestiges of sperm from its rounded head, until it popped out
of her mouth with a sound similar to a champaign cork leaving a
bottle of vintage Rothschild's.
Only then, did the crushing, yet somehow gentle, fingers release
Linda's flattened nipples. As they did, the pain screamed back
for brief instant and then slowly radiated outward and retreated
across the expanse of her hanging, sweat drenched breasts. The
vibrators droned on and on and the pain settled into her body
from head to foot, from the tips of her glove encased stretched
fingers to her leather encased stretched toes.
She listened, trying to hear the male owner of the huge invading
cock she had serviced so well, but all she could hear was the
panting of her breath, the incessant flesh muffled humm of her twin
lower canal invaders and the pounding of her racing heart.
"Linda, you stupid Bitch!" "The songs over!" "You goin' to dance
all night with no music, you dumb cunt?"
It was B.J.! My god, I've danced clear through my song, Linda realized.
With a start, she realized she was staring into the mirror on the
back of the platform at the face of the handsome, bearded
stranger at the end of the U-Shaped Bar. His pale blue eyes were
locked on hers and as they smiled with a frightening firmness,
the very tip of his tongue rolling around his now ovaled mouth.
Since he was facing the mirror, no one else saw what he was
doing, but Linda did.........LINDA SAW IT AND BOLTED FROM THE
PLATFORM, DOWN THE STEPS AND INTO THE BACK ROOM, SLAMMING AND
LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE SANK INTO THE CHAIR IN FRONT
OF DANCERS DRESSING TABLE AND MIRROR.
She looked down at her pale blue bikini pants and saw a growing
wet spot turning the center of the crotch darker and darker and darker.
She ignored that and leaned back and let her mind drift off and
back to a younger, panting, hurting, Linda in a Parkersburg
whores den basement. Then, as now, her panting breath and
pounding heart, subsided slowly until all was calm except the
slow steady humm of the twin vibrators.
She listened for a telltale sound of her obviously satisfied male
invader and heard none. Then, above the vibrators and her
pounding but slowing heart and subsiding panting breath, she
heard the sound of leather on leather; the telltale sound of two
legs rubbing together in leather pants. In fact, she thought she
heard several sets of these sounds, simultaneously.
Without any other sounds or any words and without warning, she
felt her knees and lower legs leave the floor and the motion of
her body upward and forward toward the center of the room. She
could feel a gentle swaying in her downward pointed breasts and
nipples and then she heard a "click" and her left leg straightened out
at the hip and at the knee and pointed straight back from her
body and then rotated until it was pointed backward and outward
toward the left at an angle of forty-five degrees to the axis of her body.
Then a "Snap". The right leg repeated the motion, beginning with
the tell tale Clicks and ending with the maddening Snaps.
Another "Click" and then her bent back head and neck were rotated
forward until the top of her head was once again pointed along the
axis of her body and forward and another "Snap". And then, yet another
set of Clicks and her arms swung forward and upward until they
too pointed along the axis of her body, above (out in front of?)
her head and then were rotated outward to either side to an angle
of forty-five degrees, each, to her body's axis. And two more "Snaps".
There, encased in her outlining stainless steel "Iron Maiden's Frame" and a
host of leather straps that bound her immobil into it, Linda
found herself moving forward in a splayed out, spreadeagled
position, face down with a set of humming vibrators up her over
worked ass and cunt with the sound of leather against leather
coming from the vicinity of tips of her fingers and toes.
And then, she felt the steel rods around her hands and fingers
and to which her gloved/mittened fingers were extended toward and
strapped to, bump something equally metalic and the forward
motion stopped. A flurry of "Clicks" followed by "Snaps" ensued
along with the sound of leather on leather moving along both sides
of her body some short distance away. And then the Clicks and
Snaps ceased and the leather on leather sounds retreated and a
heavy metal door clicked shut and there were sounds of it locking.
Suspended in midair, facing downward, the sweat dripping from her
over worked, pained and tired body, she listened attentively for
a sound..........ANY SOUND.........BUT HEARD NONE! Only her
breathing, the pounding of her heart and the low, incessant hum
of her two long lodged, bodily invaders. Nothing else.
Suddenly, a gentle finger settled on her soft under belly, and another.
They slowly slid through the sweat coated skin below the 10 inch wide
belt that anchored her belly to the "Maiden's Frame" and
into her brown, sweat covered pubic hair and ever downward
through it to the upper cleft of her female folds that covered
her sex. The fingers paused over the now very sore center of her
womanly passions and desires to tease it and roll it between
them, ever so gently and slowly and carefully widen her slack sexual
"lips" as they continued onward until they grasp the end of the vaginal
invader, still humming away, and with a sudden motion and a
slurping "pop" the infernal buzzing imitation male engine was out
of her love canal and buzzing in clear air. Then it stopped.
The fingers returned, this time at the base of her upward pointed
sweat coated back. They marched through the field of sweat to the crack
of her behind and spread the cheeks of her buttocks ever wider as
they progressed toward her anus where they stopped at the anal invader,
humming away in her inards. As before, there was a sudden motion,
followed by a much less slurping but still wet sounding "pop" and the
rear imitation male invader was heard in clear air and then
ceased it buzzing noise.
The fingers returned to her under belly and with them the
obviously large hands of their owner. They reached under her from
behind and between her wide spread legs and began to rub and
massage her lower belly below the wide restraining belt, where her
muscles hurt so badly. They kneeded and massaged and advanced
slowly down into her pubic hair and then turned sideways and
began to massage her inner thighs at the juncture of her sex,
working ever away and back toward the knees.
As she hung there in midair, Linda thought about that big hand balling
into a fist and the other hand spreading her wide open as the fist
moved ever forward into her wet, well used, abused and stretched vaginal
passage until the rigid, balled hand was rammed tightly and thoroughly up
inside her stretched passage beyond the wrist and the hand was
uncurling to allow the fingers to caress the nouth of her smooth
cervix and massage the walls of her insides. But the hands retreated and
the silence returned once again. Now ALL she could hear was her
heart pounding and her breath whistling through the stainless
steel iron ring in her mouth and past her lips.
Then, after a long wait, the fingers returned, this time to
place the ball gag into the stainless steel ring inside her mouth,
and then buckle it tightly behind her sweat soaked head, over her matted
hair. When she had felt it approaching her mouth, she had ovaled her lips
and tried to wrap them around the edges of the ball, but the
straps drew the corners of her mouth back and prevented that entirely.
The fingers moved upward on the back of her head which, like her
back, faced upward toward the ceiling, not backward, and they found the
buckle of her blindfold. Tenderly they unbuckled the leather
blindfold and lowered it from her eyes. She looked downward and
saw the white mat and the bottom arc of one of the stainless
steel rings in her field of vision. To the right side she could
see a pair of large, obviously male, bare feet, with leather pant
legs extending up from them. She could see nothing else.
The huge stainless steel "mounting ring" had shuddered as its
attached, totally suspended and totally encased sweating, twenty
year old female's body reacted to what its mind finally
registered and began to protest.
LINDA WAS MOUNTED, SPLAYED OUT AND SPREADEAGLED, FACE DOWNWARD, ON THE
MAJESTIC AND OMINOUSLY BEAUTIFUL "RINGS"..........WITH HER SWEATING SPREAD
SEX TOTALLY EXPOSED AND OPEN...........THEY HAD BECOME HER " MOUNTING RINGS"!!!
As Linda leaned back in the dressing table chair, panting and her
heart pounding, she propped her feet up on the table and closed
her eyes to savor the memory of her shock and surprise in that
fateful basement room in the Parkersburg whores den that night
(or was it now DAY?).
Linda, sitting in the dressing room in a Go-Go bar, contemplated
with anticipation, the memory of what she had next experienced in
that long, long ago and far away time.
End of Part 1 - Chapter 2
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
LINDA MEETS THE HANDSOME "MASTER OF THE 'RINGS'"
Part 1 Chapter 3
Suspended from her "Maiden's Frame" of Stainless Steel in a host
of tight leather straps, Linda had observed that the white, vinyl
matted floor looked to be about four or five feet below her,
though that observation didn't really matter much since she was
helplessly suspended, face down with that pair of bare male feet
and leather encased legs off to her right, toes pointing toward
her, and there was NOTHING she could do about it but LOOK. The
ball gag was back in her mouth, seated in her obscenely propped
open mouth (damn that ring had hurt her mouth!), and she was
again speechless as well as immobile.
Suddenly, the bare feet and legs moved and she heard another one
of those "Clicks". She could feel her head begin to lower toward
the floor and her feet rise toward the ceiling as her immobilized
body began to rotate about her middle. The floor and it's gleaming,
white, vinyl mat came ever closer to her head as her "mounting ring"
rotated in a wide, downward circle and her sweat drenched hair started
to hang downward over the straps that bound the stainless steel ring
and the ball tightly and painfully into her mouth. She focused
her eyes on the stainless steel arc of the outside ring that passed at
90 degrees to her body, below her and, soon, the intersecting
ring was out of her field of view as her head passed above it.
Her body paused as the rotating motion ceased for a while. Linda
gazed outward across the black vinyl walled room with its white
vinyl matted floor and, for the first time, saw a large door at
the far end of the room, also vinyl covered and now closed tight,
sealing her and her sexual tormentor in the room alone, all by
themselves, or so she had presumed.
In her upside down position she could see a portion of the
mirrored ceiling at the far end of the room and not much else.
The room, in that direction was plain and very blank. Hanging
there in the tight, all encasing stainless steel frame, her
legs splayed out and spreadeagled toward the mirrored ceiling
near which her stretched and pointed leather encased feet pointed
their equally stretched , tightly tensioned pointed toes, Linda strained
to look upwards from just above white floor along the sweating, smooth
plane of her suspended, naked body, through heaving, sweat
covered breasts. Her arms, equally spreadeagled and splayed out,
pointed their extended and leather entrapped fingers toward the
white expanse of the soft looking vinyl matted floor. The huge
steel rings were nowhere in sight, nor was her sexy attendant
whom she had yet to behold in full. She remembered that she had
been confused and fearful as the familiar objects she had seen
previously were no where to be found in her field of vision.
The blood rushed to her head and she could feel her face becoming
flush as it drained downward from her legs and lower body (which
were upward, now) into her downward pointed head, arms and upper body.
As the terror mounted and her strained mind raced, (thinking about
being suspended this way indefinitely), her body began to slowly
rotate once more, arcing around in the same direction. As her
obscenely spread legs began to rotate downward back behind her
and her outstretched arms began to rise, more and more of the
mirrored ceiling came into view, and with it an ever increasing
panorama of the total room and it's contents as revealed by the
ever present and growing mirror above her. As her face rose in that
steady arcing motion, she glimpsed her first view of her upper
body in the mirrored ceiling and promptly inhaled a huge quantity
of air through her flared nostrils. The bizzare sight stunned her
into a numbing realization of her total predicament.
She was indeed spreadeagled obscenely, and in a stainless steel
frame that outlined her body with wide straps binding her tightly
to it. The frame, in turn, was connected to one of the huge gimbaled
rings by stainless steel chains that passed through D-Rings
welded to the edge of the frame and extended outward from the
frame and her body to the circumference of the ring where they
were attached to D-Rings welded to her "mounting ring" at regular
intervals. Her spreadeagled body was, indeed, the focal point of a series
of radial chains except that there were none between her spread arms
and their pointed fingers. As her body slowly rotated to a
horizontal, face up, position, she noted that there also were no
gleaming chains between the ninety degree spread of her legs,
thus, leaving her obscenely displayed sex, open and vulnerable in
the apex of her widely splayed legs. OBSCENE, she had though.
Sexually degrading and totally obscene! As she slowly exhaled and gazed
with continued amazement at her outstretched, strapped and encircled body
in its present helpless horizontally face up position, she got her first
glimpse of the owner of the sexually teasing and strong fingers that
had put her through her paces earlier; AND...the owner of that now "well
serviced" male member that had so recently enjoyed the deepest
reaches of her very talented mouth to its fullest.
He was standing outside the ring between her hugely spread legs,
his hands resting on the gleaming "mounting ring" that held her spread
horizontally looking face up......staring resolutely back at her in the
overhead mirrored ceiling. His pale blue eyes met Linda's eyes for the
first time and he smiled. From what she could see in the mirrored
ceiling, he was partially bald with sandy, light brown hair, a
full but neatly trimmed beard with the broadest shoulders and
biggest chest she had seen on a man in a long long time. He had
on a pair of tight, full length leather pants, otherwise he was
naked and extremely well tanned.
Her "Mounting Ring" was at a level even with his smooth, almost
hairless chest, just about in front of his nipples. In his right
hand, resting up on her "Ring" was a black box of some sort.
She saw him press the box with his finger and instantly there was
one of those "Clicks" and her body and the "Mounting Ring"
started to rotate horizontally in a counter clockwise direction.
As she and the ring slowly rotated she got yet another quick glance
at the dimly lit black wall behind her bare chested, sexy tormentor;
that equipment ladden wall with all the bondage and punishment
equipment shelved and hanging on it..........and then it had
rotated out of her field of view.
She kept her eyes locked on his in the mirrored ceiling as she
slowly swung around in a half circle, until finally, the top of her
head was pointed directly at him and he was between her ninety degree
outstretched arms, although still outside her "Mounting Ring". She
heard a "Snap", saw his finger move up off the black box and felt
her motion cease. He took his eyes off hers and ducked under the
ring between her arms and gazed down into her eyes directly. "God
he's handsome", she remembered having thought as she gazed up
into his pale blue eyes. His eyes sparkled and seemed to smile
down at her. He raised his empty left hand and brushed his finger
tips gently across her leather restrained forehead and back up into her
sweat matted and coated hair. Then he lifted his hand forward and ran
a finger from the tip of her nose along it's length up between her eyes
and across her forehead into her hair and then lifted it off her
head and let his arm drop to his side.
He ducked back under the "mounting ring" and walked to the dimly lit,
ominous, equipment wall which was almost out of her view. She heard
something rattling and, soon, he returned with a wheeled cart with drawers
in it and some bottles on top of it. Some of the bottles had what
looked like those hospital straws in them.....the ones that bent
in the middle as they came up out of the bottles. He reached
under her head and unfastened her ball gag strap, then slowly
lifted the gag up out of her mouth. Then he reached over toward
the side of her face and undid the strap that held that painful,
ever hurting stainless steel ring behind her teeth, resting against
the roof and bottom of her mouth and propping it obscenely open.
As the strap loosened, he lifted it upward. She cooperated by
opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could. In the mirror,
she saw the strap and ring arrangement begin to rise out of her
mouth. When it was gone, she closed her mouth, for the first time
in hours and hours, and sighed a great sigh of relief. She looked
up into the mirror and saw he was smiling back at her. She
started to open her mouth to speak, but he frowned and put his
finger vertically upright in front of the center of his lips. She
heard no sound, but understood the gesture for "be quiet".
As she watched him in the mirrored ceiling, he reached down and
took one of the strawed bottles off the cart top and raised it up
along side her face. He pointed the straw down toward her mouth
and she took it between her lips and sucked on it. Cool fluid
flowed into her mouth and toward her throat. She swallowed and
sucked more liquid up through the straw, back down through it's
bent elbow, through her pursed, sucking lips, into her mouth and
then down her thirsty throat into her belly. She stared directly
into his eyes the whole time and he stared back, smiling.
Finally, she heard a gurgling sound coming from the bottle and
the fluid ran out. He removed the straw from her lips, returned
the bottle to the cart top and picked up another one, repeating
the previous process.
After four bottles had been exhausted, he ceased feeding her in
this strange way. Each of the four bottles of liquid she had
consumed had a different taste. Two of them tasted like gatoraide.
The other two tasted somewhat like a milkshake. She was about to
thank him when the ball gag suddenly appeared in his hand in
front of her face and he pressed it firmly into her mouth and
buckled the straps tightly behind her head. He stepped back and,
simultaneously, she heard another "Click". Slowly her feet and toes
descended and her head rose as it moved upward and forward; upward
toward the other stainless steel ring which arced majestically over-
head, a pin eminating from it's outer edge up into the mirriored ceiling.
As her head approached the ring she lost sight of it, but not
before she realized that is was at least two inches thick and
round in crossection. "Pretty sturdy", she had thought. "I wonder
why so big and thick?" (Later, Linda would find an answer to her
silent question......an answer she would never forget and the recollection
of which would do strange, sexually gratifying things to her submissive
body as it struck terror into her very soul in the years to come).
There was a "Snap" and she stopped moving, stretched, NOW, from
floor to ceiling, upright and grossly spreadeagled as her leather
encased finger tips stretched toward the ceiling and her
outspread legs and their leather encased toes pointed toward the floor.
As she had been rising, her handsome, blue eyed, bearded and
silent tormentor had appeared in front and slightly below her
eyes. She could once again see the black vinyl covered door and
its receiving wall which was behind the handsome stranger who was
now facing her. He bent over at the waist and then stood up and
stepped backward. As he moved farther back she saw that he was
dragging a half circle portion of the mat. He dropped it and
returned, repeating the previous maneuver and dragging another
half circle of white mat back and dropping it. As he walked back
toward her, he angled off to her right.
Linda heard a noise over her head, but with her head anchored in
the frame in an upright position perhaps two or three feet below
the ceiling, she was unable to see where the noise originated.
He came back into her field of view and stood placidly in front
of her gazing slightly upward into her eyes. He smiled, reached
forward toward her with his right hand and inserted his fingers
in the crack of her sex and spread her wide open. He looked back
up into her eyes from but couple of feet away and smiled at her.
She understood. Embarrassed she tightened her bladder muscles and a
golden stream began to flow profusely until, about a minute or two later,
she was empty and it died to a dribble. He released her spread
nether lips, turned his palm up and patted them gently, stepped back,
then moved off again toward her right. She heard a squeeking noise
and, suddenly, a fine spray of warm water descended from the
ceiling above her head and upward from the floor below, totally
engulfing her in it's cooling mist.. He returned and stood in front
of her as the water misted downward and shot upward to bathe and
cleanse her bound, strapped. rigged body. The water grew warmer
until it was soothingly hot as it struck her body and the ran
down in rivers toward the floor. He walked back off to her right
and returned with a small hose and nozzle in his hand. He aimed
the nozzle at her and squeezed the handle. The stream of water
that resulted hit her between her outward thrust bare breasts,
stinging a little, but not greatly.
Her bearded, handsome "attendant" played the stream downward
until it was striking her lower belly just above her pubic hair
and then he lowered it and let it massage her sex as he played it
up and down her crotch, kneeling down to assure that he got up
under it with the tingling, pleasant stream. He arced the stream
down her left thigh and then back up across her hair covered
crotch and sex and down the right thigh. He repeated the process
a half dozen times and then stood up and raised the stream up
across her under belly, across her ten inch wide belly restraint,
to the middle of her chest and then swung the stream outward
toward her right nipple where he gently circled the stream for a
minute and then moved across her chest to the left breast and
nipple and repeated the process. Through all this, the mist
flowed from the ceiling down over Linda and the streams rose from
the floor to strike her legs and body. The hot, soothing "bath"
went on for about ten minutes until he shut of the noozle, walked
over to her right and the squeeking sound was heard once again
and the water ceased and the noise above her head repeated itself.
Linda, could not see herself in the mirrored ceiling in her
spreadeagled vertically upright position, but she had imagined
that she glistened with beads of warm water, all over her firmly
bound body.
She heard one "click" and then another one and her head began to
lower and her feet began to rise as she rotated clockwise at the
same time. When the twin "Snaps" final sounded the ceasation of
her downward and sideways rotating motions she was again
horizontal, face up, but cross ways with the long axis of the room
instead of lengthways. The wall with all the very dimly lit bondage and
punishment gear was to her right and the door to her left.
She looked up and could see her bearded "friend" standing by the
cart smiling back at her in the mirrored ceiling. He wheeled the
cart over toward her head on the right and then opened a drawer
and began to remove objects from it and lay them on the top of the
cart. He picked up what looked like a pair of forceps and a long
thin needle-like shaft, ducked under the her "mounting ring", and
suddenly his face appeared above and behind her head and he
looked down at her and smiled.
His large hands and arms reached up along both sides of her head to hover
above her left breast, where his nimble fingers placed the tips of the open
forceps down over her left nipple and then closed them tight over it from
above. A blinding burst of pain hit Linda as her eyes beheld, in the over
head mirrored ceiling, her left nipple crushed between the jaws of the
closed forceps. In his right hand appeared an ominous long, hollow and
pointed needle. He aligned the needle so that it was pointed at
her left nipple and the forceps from the direction of her right
breast and began to press it through an opening in the head of
the tightly clamped forceps.
LINDA WENT WILD WITH MOANING, GURGLING PROTESTS AND RUBBER BALL
STIFFLED SCREAMS AS THE NEEDLE ADVANCED THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE
FORCEPS, THROUGH HER LEFT NIPPLE AND OUT THROUGH A HOLE IN THE
TIP OF THE FORCEPS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF HER CLAMPED NIPPLE AND
CONTINUED UNTIL IT WAS STICKING OUT OF HER NIPPLE AND THE FORCEPS
ABOUT TWO INCHES TOWARD HER LEFT, WITH THE REMAINING TWO INCHES
STICKING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE.
As she regained her composure and the pain subsided slightly, she
stared in disbelief and fascination at her needle punctured
nipple. A little drop of blood had appeared on either side where
the needle entered and exited her nipple at the tip or head of the forceps.
She had heard of "nipple piercing", but never in a million years
would she EVER have believed that she'd EVER see her nipple pierced as
it now, quite obviously, was. Nor would she have EVER consented to such
idiocy and destruction of her fine, twenty year old figure. She
attempted every motion and sound she was capable of to register
her displeasure and disapproval to this sandy haired, bearded,
broad shouldered, tanned SAVAGE who had just ruined her for life!
But he paid no attention to her and, instead, withdrew the needle
and inserted a stainless steel pin or shaft where the needle had
been, released it, and screwed a tiny little ball on the now
leftward protruding, bare threaded end of the shaft and took his
fingers off the shaft entirely when the little ball was firmly
screwed onto it. He released the forceps, opened the jaws so they
were beyond the ends of tiny "barbelled" shaft through her left nipple
and withdrew them upward toward the ceiling in one continuous motion.
Linda remembered having stared up into the ceiling and back down
at her pain engulfed left breast and the deeply reddened, tortured
nipple with the steel mini-barbell stuck through it right to left
across her and over her left breast. It wasn't very big, that mini-barbell,
but it surely WAS.................THERE!
As she contemplated the new ornament in her left nipple, with an
ever increasing, sickening feeling in the pit of her strapped stomach,
the hands and arms returned around the sides of her face and the same
forceps once again descended over her right nipple and clamped
down tight. She went crazy with moans, gurgles, rubber muffled
protests and restrained "almost" motions as the forcep tips
closed and clamped and the long thin needle approached her RIGHT NIPPLE.
She was screaming and protesting to high heaven, still, when the
needle passed through her trapped and now skewered right nipple
and reappeared, heading toward her left breast and the room went
dark and everything went black.
When she came to, Linda remembered that she was in a head up,
feet down, vertical, position and it was quiet and very very dim
in the room, almost dark, but not quite.
SHE AWAKENED WITH A START!.........THE STRAPS THAT HAD HELD HER
RIDGEDLY INTO THE "MAIDENS FRAME" WERE.....GONE! THE DAMNEDABLE
STAINLESS STEEL RING AND THE BALL GAG WERE BACK IN HER MOUTH,
BOTH PROPPING IT WIDE OPEN AND PLUGGING IT TIGHT AT THE SAME TIME.
She attempted to move her head and found she could roll it around
and that it was free to move in any direction she cared to move it.
She lower her chin to her chest and looked downward. There,
through each nipple, were those skewering "barbells" out on the
ends of her pert, small twenty year old breasts. Had she not looked, she
thought, she probabaly would not have felt them there, except for
a very dull ache in each breast. She also sensed the same sort of
"ache" between her legs in her crotch but she could not see down
there at all and the mirrored ceiling was no help at all in that regard,
especially with it so dim, almost dark, in the room. She rolled
her head backward and looked upward at the ceiling and was
startled to see her face looking back at her from the mirrored
ceiling between her widely out-stretched arms, which were in the
same position, but unrestrained except for her gloved/mittened
hands which now were wrapped around stainless steel "trapeze
rings" and buckled closed over the "trapeze rings" to her palms.
The "trapeze rings" were, in turn attached to her two inch thick
outer "mounting ring" and several of it's spaced D-Rings by
clamps or clips of some kind. As she stared upward, she realized
that all the straps were gone and so was the "maiden's frame" and
she was suspended simply but effectively by her gloved/mittened
hands. She pulled upward on her right leg as she stared at
herself and found that her feet were still encased in leather,
toes pointed and bound outspread as before to the "mounting ring"
or so she surmised.
As she gazed upwards into the mirrored ceiling she suddenly
realized that there was a new, small, stainless steel ring in each ear,
high up in the cartilidge of each ear and.........,OH MY
GOD!.....A SLIGHTLY LARGER STAINLESS STEEL RING IN HER NOSE LIKE
SOME SOUTH PACIFIC SAVAGE! The shock of her realization and the
effect on her mind instantly caused tears to roll down her cheeks
and deep sobs to heave her body and her now pierced breasts. As she
continued to stare upwards in utter disbelief, she saw that her
hair had been combed out and up into a ponytail on top of her head and
was thrust through a wide, tight leather band and braided over and around a
stainless steel loop or ring just above the leather band so that
the top of her head was "crowned" by a leather-ring-hair affair
that now was as much a part of her head as her own hair and just
as attached by virtue of the fact that her hair was bound into it
and around it in an almost permanent, tight fashion. So tight, in
fact, that she could feel the pull of her hair upward by the
leather strap and ring and it raised her forehead and eyebrows in
the process.
As she gazed upwards in increasing shock and dismay, her body
broke out in a running sweat. She was now like a spreadeagled
"sex-freak" in some sex orgy show she had once heard about but
totally disbelieved as pure fantasy. THIS WAS NO FANTASY. She
could see and feel it, exceedingly well. TOO WELL! IT WAS LINDA...
......AND......LINDA WAS........"IT"!!!
As the awful realization of her altered state sunk in, the
damnedable "Click" sounded and she rotated backward, head going
down and feet coming up. As the inner ring rotated she looked up
into the dim ceiling and observed herself thoroughly spreadeagled,
naked except for her restrained and stretched hands and feet, rings
in her nose, her ears, her nipples, and......OH MY GOD,.........RINGS
IN HER PUSSY LIPS.....FOUR OF THEM.....TWO ON EITHER SIDE OF HER SEX...
......STAINLESS STEEL RINGS!!!
Her stainless steel mounting ring rotated her head backward to a
horizontal postion and then continued to rotate until her head
was hanging straight down, her face toward the door end of the
room, she thought back and recalled, and then it continued to rotate
until she was once again horizontal, but face down, looking at the floor,
which now had no mat and was, in fact a terrazo, shower-stall
affair with a six inch curb around it to keep the water in, she
had supposed.
Her arms and legs tensioned and tractioned as the ring rotated
around in a circle so that her body weight was at first carried
by her arms and then by her arms and her legs as she was
horizontal and then by her legs alone. And the ring kept slowly
rotating and her head rose, once again toward the ceiling. The
rotation continued for a long long time, she recalled, and she
alternated from rightside up to upsidedown a number of times,
each time taking in more details of both her position and her
now pierced body.
As she approached an upright, head up, position after that long
series of "passes" around, she heard the ominous sound of the
door opening behind her and a series of leather on leather
swishes that could only mean leather encased legs walking
.....TOWARD HER. When her head reached a straight up
position there was a "Snap" and her "mounting ring" stopped.
As she listened to the swishing sounds behind her, the lights in
the room got brighter and brighter........NO, NOT ALL OF THEM,....
..........JUST THE ONES SHINING ON THE WALL IN FRONT OF HER!!!
As she saw that black vinyl wall really clearly for the first
time, she inhaled sharply, her pierced nipples shuddered, her
heart began to pound like it was going to come out of her chest
and she threw her head back and forth with a frenzy over what she
beheld.
There, on what she had supposed was a storage place for straps,
gags, belts and other bondage bondage and punishment gear were
some of the wildest things she had ever beheld in her life. Whips
of all shapes and lengths and sizes.....single stranded and multiple;
Gags and hoods of every imaginable shape and form; Leather and
rubber body suits; Funny looking round rings with legs rising out
of the rings to an apex perhaps six to eight inches above them and a
thread steel shaft sticking back down through the apex toward the
center of the ring with a handle on the shaft above the apex and a
ring welded to the shaft below the apex, but above the ring's center.
She turned her head from side to side taking in the black vinyl
covered wall's contents carefully. There were paddles.....many of
them; some small, some large and some studded with wicked looking
steel studs. There were rods and canes....many of them. And
buckled straps buy the scores...NO HUNDREDS!
And.......THERE WERE DILDOS.....ARTIFICIAL MALE COCKS....SOME SO
HUGE SHE HAD TO LOOK TWICE AND FOCUS CAREFULLY TO BE SURE SHE WAS
SEEING WHAT SHE WAS SEEING.
SOME OF THEM LOOKED TO BE THREE OR FOUR INCHES IN DIAMETER AND A FOOT AND
A HALF OR TWO FOOT LONG!..........AND SOME OF THEM HAD THREAD STEEL SHAFTS
STICKING OUT WHERE THEY NORMALLY WOULD BE ATTACHED TO THE MALE BODY!!!
MANY OF THEM HAD MEAN LOOKING KNOBS ALONG THEIR FLESH TONED LENGTHS!
And over in one corner of the wall were a whole series of nipple
clamps, breast bands and lead or steel weights hanging ominously
from their hooks. She'd seen these things in catalogs and laughed
about it....THEN! Now she stared at them in almost disbelief and a
huge shudder rippled through her body.
Looking down at the floor in front of the wall she saw tripod
devices galore with cranks on them to raise and lower their
shafts rising up through their centers to a top or receiving head
that was always pierced with a threaded hole to receive a
threaded shaft. Her head turned toward the huge male cocks and
then back toward the tripods, back and forth several times, and
as she put the two devices together in her mind she began to buck
and twist in her bonds inside the mounting ring and scream into
her rubber ball gag and receiving steel ring with utter terror as
she pictured the huge rubber cocks being mounted on the tripods
and screwed up into her cunt and her ass......deep into them
until they had disappeared inside her, spreading her and ripping
into her as they sunk deeper and deeper and deeper into her most
private parts to invade her expanded inards.
"HI, BITCH!!! "HOW DO YOU LIKE MY "SEX TOYS",............SLAVE?"
Hilda had strolled into view off on her right and then around in
front of her, staring up into her face and smirking. She wore a
leather.....NO!......IT WAS RUBBER!............GLEEMING, SLICK LATEX!..
......body suit that covered her from head to toe, except that
it had no crotch and it had holes through which her breasts projected
obscenely. Her face was made up in such a way that she looked
like a witch........NO, LIKE A FEMALE VERSION OF SATAN HIMSELF!
End of Part I - Chapter 3
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
MISTRESS HILDA AND "FRIENDS" TAKE CHARGE OF LINDA
Part 1 - Chapter 4
As Linda stared helplessly and hopelessly downward at the sneering version
of her personal Satan, a female version in the person of the evil incarnate,
Hilda........MISTRESS HILDA............she shuddered and started to buck and
scream, but, of course, she moved little in her bound upright spreadeagled
position and only gurgling, muffled, moaning sounds and snorts of terror
filled breath came out of her ring and ball gag plugged mouth from (and
through) her cheeks, throat and nose.
Hilda smiled up at her, cunningly, and, very slowly and deliberately,
her cruel right hand extended forward, grasp the ends of the tiny "bar-bell"
skewering Linda's left nipple..........SHE TWISTED IT NINETY DEGREES
CLOCKWISE..........and the pain shot through Linda's breast and radiated
across her chest, taking her breath away in a quick, spontaneous, gasp.
Hilda's fingers released and the streaking pain radiated outward once more
as the tiny "bar-bell" and its skewered nipple snapped back to a "normal"
position. Hilda reached down under Linda's crotch and tugged fiercely at
the stainless steel rings in her outer sex lips...one at a time...and,...
again,....Linda gasped,.....FOUR MORE TIMES.
"AND WHAT HAVE WE, HERE, MY PRETTY LITTLE WHORE?" "HAS THE HANDSOME
MEAN BEARDED MAN PROVIDED YOU WITH SOME 'JEWELRY' TO WEAR FOR
HIM, MY PRETTY, HELPLESS......SLAVE?", Hilda had literally spat out
and up into Linda's face.
Linda turned her head away toward her right arm, spread eagled
upward such as it was, as she tried to avoid the evil eyes of
Mistress Hilda and the sight of her rubber covered, obscenely
(very obscenely!) displayed body with it's white tits and hairy pussy
sticking out from openings in the tight, form fitting rubber suit.
"LOOK AT ME,....YOU GODDAMN WHORE!!!", Hilda screamed. But Linda
kept her head turned sideways and stared, instead, at her arm and
the arc of the huge ring beyond that held her so totally spread,
so grossly in bondage and so helpless before this fearful, screaming,
satanic bitch.
"LOOK AT ME!,......YOU FUCKING WHORE!", screamed Hilda.
But Linda persisted and her head stayed turned ninety degrees to
her right, totally avoiding Hilda's eyes.
"OK, HAVE IT YOUR WAY, CUNT!" Linda heard Mistress Hilda say as she walk away
across the white padded mat, away from Linda, toward the fearful wall . Linda
visualized in her mind where the various pieces of "equipment" were on the
wall as she listened to Hilda walk away. Linda quickly determined that Hilda
was headed straight for the section that had all the breast punishment
devices hanging from it. Nipple clamps, weights and the like. But Linda
absolutely refused to look to see what Mistress Hilda was doing, or
rather, what she MIGHT be "getting" from that treasure trove small but
highly effective "punishment" devices designed specifically and especially
to infict maximum pain and suffering on its female victim throught the constant
and excruciating application of continuous pain to the female breast and
its nipple; the most potentially sexually demeaning devices in the horrifying
and mind boggling collection that now was displayed in front a helplessly
naked and spreadeagled Linda whose breasts were bared and whose
nipples were pierced with the ever present tiny "barbell" devices!
The feet padded back across the mat and onto the terazzo area
beneath Linda's suspended, tortured, and extensively pierced hanging
and aching body. A hand reached up past her turned face and head
and grabbed the big ring around which Linda's hair was so
tightly braided stretched tight; and in one swift motion, Linda's chin was
yanked around to face her tormentress and then slammed downward unto Linda's
naked chest and held tightly in that position by the straining female
arm pulling down on Linda's ponytailed, ringed hair.
"NOW, YOU DISOBEDIENT BITCH,.....YOU CAN DO IT.......MY WAY!"
And no sooner had the words left her tormentress' mouth than a small steel
wired loop was drooped from above over her right nipple and its nipple
piercing "bar-bell" until it was around and under both and then yank back
upward so the small braided wire "loop" came up swiftly and firmly under her
right nipple and was trapped under the "bar-bell", yanking both firmly upward.
Mistress Hilda fed the other looped end of the fine wire "choker" through
Linda's stainless steel nose ring and pulled the loop at the tiny wire
"choker's" "loose end" down to Linda's left nipple and it's piercing
"bar-bell". The evil Hilda's free hand pressed Linda's left breast and nipple
severely upward as the other hand dropped the wire "Choker Loop" over the left
nipple and piercing "bar-bell". Hilda swiftly and savagely
released and dropped both the wire device with it's nipple encircling loops
and Linda's upstretched left breast. With a severe and excruciating jolt,
Linda's pierced nipples were entrapped and strangled by the tiny,
encircling wire loops at the ends of the thin wire device now strung through
her nose piercing ring as both nose and nipples were tensioned toward each
other by a barely visible and strange upsidedown wired "V"!
Linda gazed down at her tensioned nipples as they were pulled
upward toward her downturned face and nose piercing ring. She
could see the single strand of wire rising upward from her tits
and through her nose ring as she stared cross-eyed at the sight
of it all. She started to rear back her head to scream. Blinding pain
hit her nose and the nipples on her upward stretched breasts, simultaneously.
QUICKLY, LINDA SQUASHED HER ALREADY MASHED CHIN INTO HER CHEST
AND ATTEMPTED TO TURN HER HEAD SIDEWAYS AND AWAY FROM THE GLARING,
GLOATING GRIN AND PIERCING EYES OF A VINDICTIVE HILDA! LINDA'S LEFT
NIPPLE AND BATTERED, UPWARD STRETCHED, LEFT BREAST SHOT RIVERS OF
PAIN THROUGH HER PUNISHED CHEST AND LINDA STRAIGHTENED HER CHIN, DOCILELY,
TO A FORWARD AND TIGHT DOWNWARD POSITION WHERE SHE HAD NO CHOICE
BUT TO VIEW THE SMIRKING HILDA, WITH TWO EXCRUCIATINGLY STRETCHED
AND TORTURED NIPPLES AS A FOREGROUND "DISPLAY"! LINDA'S NIPPLES!!!
"Until you learn to obey me, my strung up, fucking, slave, whore, you
WILL do what I tell you to do and WHEN I tell you to do it!!!",
hissed Hilda.......MISTRESS Hilda...... back up into Linda's now
downward staring, wheeping eyes. "You move your fucking, pretty, little,
stubborn head now, you goddamn, bitch, and you'll tear your nipples
right off your chest or rip the fucking stainless steel nose ring
right out of your nose....OR BOTH!!!" "From now on, bitch, you get to
watch EVERYTHING I DO TO THAT BODY OF YOURS........or walk around
without a nipple for the rest of your life....DO YOU UNDERSTAND, SLAVE?"
Linda started to nod her head up and down, beaten and cowering,
but the pain started to wrack both nipples and she ceased. Laughing
obscenely, Hilda reached down and thrust a long nailed finger deep
into Linda's splayed sex hole. Learning, quickly, Linda simply grunted
and broke out in an ever increasing cold sweat...despite the fact
that the temperature in the room had to be between ninety and a
hundred degrees.....at least. The finger probed and twisted
inside Linda's tortured hole as it curled and raked the tender
sides of this well used and now, abused, slippery passage. And then the
intruding finger was unceremoniously removed, rubbing Linda's
obscenely split and spread sex lips raw and digging a furrowed trench in
it's enclosed valley as it slide out and upward through the valley,
past the four sets of stainless steel rings and tore up into and through
the fleshy "V" that supposedly "protected" Linda's clit, causing screaming,
blinding, gut wrenching pain to streak downward through Linda's lower belly
and back up the stretched cheeks of her sweating ass. The wicked,
long nailed finger stopped at Linda's navel where it punched inward.
"NOW, MY PRETTY, WE KNOW WHO'S BOSS AROUND HERE, DON'T WE?",
Hilda said in a low evil voice......and the punching finger withdrew.
Hilda's eye's were staring upward at Linda's from about two or
three feet below........glaring at her with an incarnate evil
Linda had never ever seen in anyone before in her life. She'd
heard tales about this bitch and her whore taming tricks, but she
had always discounted them as bullshit.
"THIS CERTAINLY WAS...NOT......BULLSHIT......THIS EVIL FACE IN
FRONT OF HER SCREWED DOWN CHIN AND SKEWERED AND STRETCHED TO THE
FUCKING LIMIT NIPPLES.......GOD NO!...IT WASN'T BULLSHIT!......IT
WAS SO FUCKING REAL IT WAS ALMOST UNREAL!", Linda had thought
wearily as she tried to look back docilely and humbly to avoid more pain.
Linda's fear got the best of her as she let loose a tortured moan and
pissed all down her legs onto the white gleaming terrazo floor.
"You little 'chicken shit' whore", Hilda screamed shrilly. "I've barely
begun and already you're pissin' your pants!" "What pants?",
Linda remembered having thought......."I'm stark fucking naked
and strung up like a side of beef, you asshole," she had thought.
Such thoughts, unbeknown to Linda, would soon be a "thing of the past"!
Soon the formerly stubborn and defiant Linda would giveand do anything.....
.....ANYTHING AT ALL!.........to satify MISTRESS HILDA'S smallest
request..............INSTANTLY!!!
And the "conditioning process" through which THAT transition was
accomplished..................COMMENCED SWIFTLY THEREAFTER!......
....Linda recalled. A horrifying, unbelieveable "condition process"
that Linda simply never once dreamed was possible,.........in any
female............ANYWHERE!.........SHE HAD BEEN SADLY WRONG!
As she stared down at Hilda....."Mistress Hilda...", Linda saw three
equally obscene, rubber encased female bodies walk into her field of
view. Two were stunning knockouts, very tall and EXTREMELY WELL ENDOWED,
and the other was small boned and small breasted, like Linda. They all
wore the same wildly obscene rubber body suits; carbon copies of Hilda's.
Each looked sexy and mean as hell itself, especially the small one; each
meaner than any man or group of men Linda had ever met, known or even seen
in her young life..............a fact that was not then obvious, but in
minutes, would be GOSPEL to beaten, broken and sobbing Linda.
The four slickly and tightly rubber encased females began to rub their
hands over Linda's body; all over it.......and it was then, and
only then, that Linda realized someone had totally oiled her entire
body as the hands slipped and glided around over her curves as they
punched, probed, stretched and teased her....everywhere; someone
had oiled her with perfumed oil that only now reached her senses
through her downward tensioned nose......"Shalamar!", Linda thought.
"My favorite perfume!"
She had once loved that smell......BUT NOT NOW....NO WAY AT ALL! HOW
SHE HATED IT. THE SMELL OF IT WAS EVERYWHERE THAT NIGHT (or was it
NIGHT?) and that smell was, today, years later, something that
made her blood run cold and her tits and pussy ache all at the
same time. The memory of what had happened to her that night while
she was coated from head to foot with Shalamar scented oil, the
remaining pierced portions of her present day body, and the scars on
both her body and her mind made her shudder and shake, leaning
back in that chair in the little lounge in a south end shopping center.
Linda thrust her hand down under her pale blue bikini dancing
pants and started to play with herself and stroke her sex and
it's cleft valley between the solid gold rings as she leaned
back further in the chair and let her mind drift again. "IT'S
GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME AGAIN!!!", she thought. And as she her mind drifted
back, her body shuddered and the open bottle of shalamar on the
dressing table wafted it's scent up to her sensitive
nostrils....."Oh God, it IS happening again!". And as she stroked
deeper and more painfully beneath her now stretched pants as her
right hand worked on her sex and played incessantly with the four
small solid gold rings in her outer sex lips and her left hand darted
under the bikini top to pinch and pull her nipple and it's solid gold
ring, she rose higher and higher in her sexually tormented state
as the memories flowed back into her mind.
Back to where it had all begun......strung up helplessly, totally naked,
spreadeagled on a gleaming large stainless steel ring, her nose
firmly attached to her stretched hurting breast and their pierced
nipples and her mouth of her sex beginning to dilate wider and wider as the
pure sexual torment, and the fear and anticipation of more of it, dulled her
brain and turned her whores body into a gross sexual plaything for four
obscenely clothed women who stood in front of her, tormenting her endlessly
with their searching, probing, and VERY KNOWLEDGEABLE fingers.
These four knew precisely where to touch her and how; they did
it with a passion, and with obvious great pleasure to themselves, as
they whispered back and forth to each other and stared into Linda's
fearful and now lust glazed eyes. The attentive ministrations of their
eight knowledgeable hands with their combined FORTY STROKING, CARESSING
FINGERS GLIDING OVER HER OIL SLICK SKIN and the pain of her pierced, suspended,
outstretched body, coupled with the sight of her upward stretched
nipples and their tormenting wire passing through an aboriginal
ring in her nose, finally had driven Linda into the wildest orgasm
she had ever experienced up to that time. (Later, during that
session, and others, she would go even farther and higher, as
she became more dependent on pain to bring her pleasure.....but
at that moment, she didn't really understand any of it and in her
induced and forced, onrushing flight to becoming a TRUE FEMALE SUBMISSIVE
who glories in being humiliated and sexually punished to obtain
the highest possible sexual satisfaction........an orgasmic frenzy of
unreasoning pain and pleasure stirred into one big boiling pot in her burning,
convulsing sex and her twisted stretched tits........she became
Linda, the female sexual submissive, and sex slave to any person or
persons who discovered the key to her downfall and dared to insert
that key in the right "places" and TURN LINDA "ON".)
As the orgasm died away, the pain in her tits came screaming back
like a freight train. SHE HAD BEEN PURPOSEFULLY PULLING UPWARD ON
HER NIPPLES WITH THE WIRE THROUGH HER NOSE RING UNTIL
THEY NOW WERE STRETCHED UPWARD TO THE LIMIT AND THE WIRE LOOPS
WERE BURIED IN THE UNDERSIDE OF HER GROSSLY STRETCHED, PIERCED NIPPLES.
Linda dropped her chin quickly to her chest and gazed outward and
upward at the same time. All four women were over at the wall
full of strange and not so strange devices, talking and fingering
various items as they pointed and gestured toward Linda.
One of them, the small one, turned and walked toward Linda with a
vicious, slippery looking long, many stranded whip in her hand. The
coal black, fearful looking flogger had at least a dozen rawhide appearing
strands dangling from it, perhaps three and maybe four feet long. In the
rubber encased little bitch's other hand was the mysterious "black box"
with the buttons.
Linda heard the "CLICK" and felt her "mounting ring" and prison begin to very
slowly rotate around it's vertical pinned shafts in the ceiling and the floor.
Another "CLICK" and it doubled it's rotational speed....and yet another
and it's speed doubled once again.....until all Linda saw was wall, door,
wall and then a display of mind numbing, fearful, bondage, discipline,
and sexual punishment gear; and, of course, the four MASTERFULLY dressed
bitches and then around came the wall, then the door, then the other wall
and then the bitches and their fearful backdrop, once again.
And then.....with little or no warning.....HER "UNUSUAL" FLOGGING BEGAN!
A swishing sound, a blinding field of pain on her outer right leg and
then inner right thigh. A quick, slippery tugging retreat of the
pain inflicting rawhide back out from inside her thigh and
across her outer leg as the rotating, gimbaled ring freed her,
very painfully, from those rawhide lashes. Another full rotation,
and another and no repeat. And then a blinding, searing pain
around her waist and the same mind bending oily, rasping, rubbing
retreat.
As she came around toward her small, rubber encased, sexy, female
tormentor, the bitch was staring out at Linda's hair cover crotch.....
and then the ring rotated three hundred and sixty degrees and Linda saw
the little bitch drawing back the whip so that the multiple lashes were
dragging backward along the floor to the bitch's side......and another
three hundred and sixty degrees of rotation and Linda saw, ever
so plainly, the backward cocked whip, as Linda waited and shuddered in
fearful anticipation of what would come next. Another complete rotation
and.........NOTHING HAPPENED.....ANOTHER.......AND ANOTHER! STILL NOTHING!
And, as Linda started to relax and her body rotated a half turn away from the
whip wielding, obscenely dressed, small breasted slim woman...BITCH
MISTRESS!.......the plain ended thongs of the oily whip appeared magically
and terrifyingly before Linda's disbelieving and horrified eyes, out of
NOWHERE, sticking out in front of and between Linda's hugely spread
legs and then slashed and curled swiftly upward from below across her
underbelly to spread across her shuddering stomach muscles.......and Linda's
split open and spread wide sex exploded in a wild burst of pure unadulterated
PAIN.....which screamed upward, following the oily lashes across
her underbelly and stomach.........and before the original pain
had even peaked, the sawing terror of the receeding thongs cut her
pussy...."NO, NOT HER PUSSY!.....HER SEX!!!....HER SEX!...HER SEX!...
HER S-E-X!!!", her horrified mind corrected.......down the very middle of a
woman's most sensitive and tender "valley" and most private "parts" the thongs
slid.......as the they bunched and rolled together and zipped through her
stretched open sex valley, tormenting the outer lips of her sex, her steaming,
vibrating, clitoris....(which seemed...NOW....like a giant, very exposed
cock, protruding vulnerably from her body).............and rubbed the mouth of
her vagina and her anal opening absolutely raw...........as if there were no
skin or membrane over any of them.
Linda went berserk............absolutely.....and completely WILD!
Her nipples screamed in pain and her nose screamed back at them
as her eyes flew open and stared with utter horror at the oily black
thongs as they quickly and slickly slipped back down her belly and between
her legs; with the pain rising and rising and rising as they slip from
the field of her stunned vision...............and the bitch with the whip
came back into view, as the slick whip snaked back across the terrazo onto the
white gleaming mat and then along side of the little monster's rubber encased
leg.
Linda screamed her now unhinged mind away through her ever punishing stainless
steel mouth ring and her rubber ball gag.........OR, RATHER,....TRIED!!!
As her downward focused eyes and still numbed and disbelieving mind stared
in welded ajd meshed concert, downward at her tortured, severly punished
belly they saw outspread fingers of angry red fire reaching out from her
burning, tortured, hair covered sex; welted tracks that exactly matched the
rivers of pain and agony that descended back down those fingers into her
imagined hugely protruding mini-cock, the outer and inner walls
of her splayed sex trench and along and ito the very mouth of her sex hole
itself, then back up to her screaming anus.........and as she stared
breathlessly at her marred belly and burning, tortured crotch, Linda rotated
around and around and around.............and the voluptuous bitch
held the whip horizontal and out to the side with an extended.......
horizontal.....shoulder high arm...........and then turned her big body
and drew the arm slowly back toward the wall full of additional
tormentors and potential punishers......and Linda rotated, once
more away from her.............and back facing her where she saw
the small, white breasted, open crotched woman poised in readiness but
still motionless........and through endless rotational cycles, it
remained so...........as Linda gazed outward trying to fathom
what having all those slick rawhide strands around her upstreched
breasts would do to them.........AND HER MIND!
As she rotated toward the door end of the room, the black, slick
strands flew out past her right side just below her armpit and
sailed around her upstretched breasts with a loud series of oily
"splats" and her chest literally turned to molten lava as the
fires of hell itself arrived unannounced...........and then the oily
strands slid back across their incoming paths, multiplying the pain and
the fire by a thousand fold as the two "lash trips" met each
other in her flattened, scorched and screaming breasts and then
slipped away leaving a series of flaming streaks, crossways
around her upper sexual appendages..........and Linda came back
around toward the panting bitch and her whip just in time to see
it hit the floor and streak upward, right between Linda's grossly splayed
legs as the pain exploded AGAIN!.....this time from her screaming vaginal
mouth up across her puckered equally screaming anus and through
the cheeks of her buttocks to spread across her lower and middle
back and then slickly and wraspingly be renewed a thousand fold as
the lashes retreated down the crack of her burning buttocks,
across her tortured, fire filled anus and the mouth of her
widespread sex hole and then away once more...................the
pain in her breast and nipples had barely decreased when the whip
had hit her that quick second time...............and now, Linda
burned above and below at the same time.......BUT,...as she came around
toward the door...................the black snaking fingers of the now
totally oiled and greased lashes flashed into her stunned sight.....AGAIN....
...and streaked straight out from in between her legs before her
now bulging eyes and thoroughly believing mind......and then swiftly upward
into her tormented sex valley and on upward to exactly REPEAT that intial
assault on a place no one whipped on a WOMAN......THEY JUST COULDN'T....
....THEY SHOULDN'T.....LINDA'S MIND SCREAMED.....and multiplied the pain
what seemed like a million fold!!!
As the slimmy, oily strands hit her underbelly and stomach
muscles and then started back down on their screaming trip
through her split, spread sex, Linda's sexual core split wide
open and the oily strands caressed her upward into a blinding,
mind numbing orgasm, the likes of which she, in her wildest
dreams, even as a whore, never would have believed existed!
THE SEXUAL CONVULSIONS HIT HER EVERYWHERE AT ONCE, NOT JUST IN
HER TORTURED, REDDENED AND RAW SEX TRENCH............
AND SHE ACTUALLY FELT THE LIPS OF HER SEX PUCKER BACK AND HER
VAGINAL MOUTH STRETCH WIDE OPEN TO RECEIVE ITS "LOVER" INTO ITS
SPASMING EMPTY REACHES...ALL THE WAY UP INTO HER INARDS.................
And as the huge steal ring rotated around to face the slim whip
wielding bitch..........IT SLAMMED TO A HALT IN FRONT OF THE BITCH AND THE
WALL......AND MISTRESS HILDA, THE CONSUMATE BITCH WITH THE BIG BARE WHITE
BREASTS, STEP INTO LINDA'S TERRAZO "PIT" AND RAMMED A HUGE, THREE
INCH THICK, ARTIFICIAL COCK UP INTO HER SPASMING VAGINAL MOUTH AND PUSHED IT
FIRMLY UP THE DRIPPING WALLS INTO LINDA'S INSIDES!...........and then leaned
over and licked Linda's skewered nipples, one at a time and
smiled up at her in an obscene, knowing, but really evil way.......a way
that silently said:
"YOU'RE MINE.............SLAVE..............ALL MINE!!!....I "OWN" YOU!!!"
And, indeed, she DID "own" this jerking, orgasming, sobbing and broken
"slave" whose streaked and pain wracked body now danced in a groaning
and swaying "mounting ring" as it unsuccessfully tried to tear
itself loose from its ever stretching prison.......wide eyed and
snorting in fear and orgasmic crescendo all at once.
And Linda?................What had Linda actually and voluntarily done after
the unthought of and unimagined actually happened?
SHE GRIPPED THE HUGE COCK WITH ALL THE WHORE'S STRENGTH SHE HAD IN
HER GROSSLY STRETCHED TOTALLY VIOLATED WHORE'S CUNT...........
AND.......WENT HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER IN ORGASMIC ABANDON.....
.............until the room dimmed and faded away with Linda's mind centered
between her legs as her eyes glazed over and her spasming, jerking body
literally took over and drove her into unconsciousness and oblivion.
When she slowly returned to consciousness and some sembalance of
awareness of her surroundings, she was gazing downward at a pair
of pale, blue, male eyes looking up from a bearded, tanned face!
There, framed in front of her angrily red streaked and welted breasts
and belly was her MALE sexual tormentor. The handsome "inventor" of her now
obscenely pierced body...........a body that hurt so much........but
especially in the reaches of her two most treasured and high paying
sexual attributes........between her legs and mounted on her chest!
Her nipples were still pierced........but, NOW, with golden rings through
them,........AND...............her mouth ring and ball gag were
gone........and she was splayed out as before...........facing
the door end of the room.............as the tanned savage stepped
back out of the terrazo floored pit and walked over to her right.......
and the squeeking sound reached her ears ("a soothing hot bath",
her mind reasoned,......"aaaaahhhh, how good!", it said) and the warm
and then hot water misted downward and sprayed upward toward Linda's
tired, stretched, aching body........
AND HER ONCE AGAIN TOTALLY DECEIVED AND ERRONEOUS MIND REBELLED IN IT'S
UNSPOKEN LIE....AND HER MOUTH FLEW OPEN TO ACKNOWLEDGE.......the
screaming triple agonies in her sex and her two breasts as they
caught on fire once again.................and Linda looked down at the
kind face and the gentle smiling pale, blue, sexually exciting, male eyes
and screamed.....and screamed.... and screamed..........for many many
long tortured minutes!....... until her voice was so horse she was
reduced to babbling, sobbing, shuddering gasps and begging and
pleading whispers..............for what........she had no
idea.........for the pain to go away, for one.........or the
total sexually, all encompassing, orgasmic crescendo to return...
.........it did not matter.............but what she
felt........NOW!........DID!!! She wanted to escape the pain in
any way she could...................ANYWAY!........AND TOTALLY!
The ring rotated backwards and as it did, the blue eyed,
naked........YES, LINDA SUDDENLY REALIZED.....HE WAS STARK
NAKED!......handsome hulk stepped over the rising ring and slowly advanced
toward her rising, screaming, raw sexual valley and core.....and
as it rose to meet his turgid, rigid outstretched sex organ, Linda
watched him slip into her aching sexually depleted body and her
rotating stainless steel captor of a ring halted with his very
large warm male engine sliding into her burning sex hole as the
water sprayed upwards and misted downwards to torment her anew!
At first, Linda felt only pain and an ever burning sensation......and
then, as he reached up and grasped her golden nipple rings and
pulled them upward, her mouth of her sex puckered ever inward and began to
involuntarily contract at its outer rim as Linda felt the orgasmic surge
coming back like an express train................. she looked downward,
through her upward stretched nipples in the grasp of the rings and his fingers,
through his large, hairy, outstretched arms, along the length of her sloping,
gleaming, spread body at his large, warm male member sliding into her
depths and whispered in a deep, throaty, sexy voice..........."OH, YES.....
OH, GOD!.....................OH, PLEASE...............HURT ME.......PLEASE
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.............HURT ME.........
AND THE FIRE AND PAIN OF THE WATER STRIKING HER RAW SEXUAL ATTRIBUTES,
HER STRETCHED PAIN RACKED NIPPLES, HER PENETRATED, WARMING, WET
AND SORE SEXUAL CANAL JOINED FORCES TO BRING HER SCREAMING
QUICKLY UPWARD TOWARD ANOTHER MIND BOGGLING TOTAL ORGASM..............
AND HE STEPPED BACK!!!..........RELEASING HER NIPPLE RINGS AND.........
.........SLIDING OUT OF HER STRETCHED................WHORE'S CUNT!!!
HE STEP OVER THE RING AND BACK ONTO THE MATTED WHITE GLEAMING
FLOOR AS SHE SCREAMED ANEW AT HIM TO COME BACK...............
"PLEASE...............OH GOD!!!................PLEASE FUCK
ME........HURT ME.............DO ANYTHING YOU WANT WITH ME.......
BUT DON'T STOP...NOT NOW!!!!!.........PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!"
THE PALE BLUE EYES STARED BACK AT HER IN THEIR GENTLE, KNOWING
WAY AS HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND SAID....."PLEASE 'WHAT',.....LINDA....
MY LITTLE TORMENTED........SLAVE......'W-H-A-T'?"
"WHAT IS MY NAME???"
Without thinking, Linda had screamed back......"I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME!!!!"
"PLEASE.............FUCK ME!.........HURT ME!.....I NEED YOU..... PLEASE!!!!
.................I DON"T KNOW YOUR NAME!!!!"
HE SMILED AT HER.........AND SAID.........."THINK, SLAVE.........T-H-I-N-K!!!"
Her mind clicked and she screamed back at him at the top of her voice......
....."MASTER!!!......MASTER, PLEASE FUCK ME!........MASTER, PLEASE HURT ME!
MAKE ME SCREAM AND BEG AND CRY..PLEASE, MASTER!!!!.....PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!
And he stepped slowly back over the downward sloping ring............
End of Part 1 Chapter 4
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
LINDA RETURNS TO THE PRESENT......."ALMOST"!
Part 1 - Chapter 5
As Linda withdrew her hands from her shaking body, seated before
the mirror on the small dancers' dressing table, she tried to
clear her mind of the thoughts of the tortured past and deal with
her present "situation"........as well as the future.
But her mind wandered for just an instant to savor that fateful
introduction to a new sexual life and existence.....as it tried to
recreate the warm sexual sensations and mind controling legacy of
expected and hoped for pain that always accompanied it.....with
the correct partner..............A MASTER!
Linda took her spread legs off the table top and set them on the
floor. She glanced down at her wet hand and her stained bikini
briefs and reached into her dressing bag to get another of her
many revealing and hand made dancers' outfits.
She carefully retrieved them, placed them on the table and then stood
up and stripped the stained pants down her legs to the floor. As
she stood up to unhook her bikini top she caught a glance of her
golden, shining four nether rings in the mirror and as the top
was removed from her breasts she stared at the two shining upper
rings reflected in the mirror in front of her. Linda shook her
head a little, shuddered, and threw the pale blue outfit into
the yawning, spread mouth of her open travel bag.
Hurriedly, she slipped into her extra black outfit, retrieved a
brush from her bag and straightened her hair and then pitched the
brush back into the bag and zipped it shut.
As she unlocked the dressing room door and came through it, she
saw B.J. dancing on the stage. B.J. looked at Linda and raised
two fingers, telling her that this was her second song. Linda
hurried to the juke box, arriving there as B.J.'s second song
ended and the third began. Linda pitched the quarters into the
machine and, from memory, selected three song numbers on the
lighted numbered and lettered buttons.......then walked back to
the cash register on the end of the bar by the dressing room door.
Her deeply tanned, black haired, tall, moustached Italian-American boss,
John, was ringing up a round of drinks as she approached the register.
John looked up as Linda said: "Have you given any more thought
about giving me a loan or an advance, John?"
"Sure, Linda", John said, looking her straight in the eyes, "We
can WORK it out." "How much do you need?"
Linda didn't like the tone of his voice, but replied in a
whispered, low throaty, deep voice "Eight Hundred and Fifty Bucks.....
....I know it's a lot, but the damn bank repoed my Firebird last night....
......the bastards hot wired it and drove it away in the middle
of the night......I had to take a cab to work this afternoon."
"That's a helluva a lot of money, Linda!", John said after whistling lowly
and, again, smiling at her. "But, OK......I'll do it and you can
work it off." "When you get through, we'll discuss it.........AND THE TERMS
AND CONDITIONS..............YOU'RE UP!" "Hustle it, girl!!!!"
"THANKS, BOSS!" Linda exclaimed as she came around the end of the
bar and mounted the stairs to the raised dancing stage in the middle of
the U-Shaped Bar.
"Don't thank me, babe.........you got to pay it back.......one
way or the other!" she heard him say as she hit the raised
platform with her bare feet, some eight steps above the sunken
bar's floor.
The music started and Linda swung into action, glancing into the
mirror toward the other end of the bar.
"SHIT!", she thought....."He's gone!". The chair where the
bearded blue eyed stranger had been seated was now empty. She
glanced quickly and searchingly around the room, but he was no
where in sight. She looked back at the empty place at the bar and
saw that there were no drinks, cigarettes or bar napkins sitting
there and knew he had left while she was "recovering" in the back
dressing room.
She finished her three songs and wandered through the semi-filled
bar, from table to table, talking to some of the customers she
knew. The rest of the shift went pretty fast as she sat with one
customer after another sipping their "gifts" to her, slowly, so she
wouldn't get plastered to the gills before dinner. She danced
three more sets before seven o'clock rolled around and the music
and dancers ceased. Within ten minutes, the place emptied out
with only about a handful of "regulars" still at the bar.
Linda was sitting next to one of them when John leaned over on
both of elbows, hands bracing his tanned face, and said "You got
a way home, Linda?"
"Nope", came the answer.
"Hhhmmmmmmm," came the pondering reply.
"Wanta work the night shift?"......"I'm short two girls tonight".
Hell, "why not", Linda thought. "Johnny's home taking care of
Tammara by now and I need the bucks......besides, it's Friday
Night and the tips will be great....as usual".
"SURE!........why not?......I don't have anything better to do", Linda
told him. "You given my 'request' any more thought".
"Yah.........let's go get a pizza and talk about it, Ok?" he said.
As he lifted his elbows up off the bar and walked away, she
watched his retreating back and thought to herself about the
tales she'd heard about this big, tanned, black haired, moustached,
"Italiano" lower middle aged operator. He was alleged to be one
of the few sworn, blood "brothers" of the local "mafiosa".... a
fact she could neither confirm nor deny from her personal knowledge
of him, which was negligible. One thing.......he ran a tight ship
here in the lounge......never letting anything get out of hand,
EVER and always checking the register. He also spent a great deal
of his time talking with his customers and making them feel like
they belong in the place.........which is probably why this
little out of the way shopping center lounge was so damn popular.
The place did a hell of a business...........better that almost
any place she'd ever worked in before.
Linda excused herself, thanked her bar companion for the drink,
and as usual, left three quarters of it sitting there in the
glass as she walked around the end of the U-Shaped bar and into
the dressing room to change.
A little while later, she came back out carrying her travel bag,
dressed in black slacks and a loose pale blue silk looking blouse
and wearing a pair of brown sandals. As she came through the
dressing room door she saw John standing behind cash register
talking to Jo Ellen, the bartender.
"I'm ready, boss!" Linda exclaimed.
"In a minute, Linda..........I gotta check Jo Ellen in first...OK?"
Linda walked over and around the outside of the bar and headed
for the door. Once outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh
spring air and looked out at the blinding sun sitting quite a
ways above the western horizon. The light blinded her momentarily
after her almost four hours in the dimly lit lounge, but the air
felt GREAT as it replaced the stale smokey gunk that passed for
air inside that place. She walked over and sat on the back bumper
of John's new Caddy, setting her bag down on the dull asphalt
parking lot as she did.
"What she'd really like to do", she thought, "was take a ride out
to Crooked Creek Lake and Dam, south of town, and sit on a dock
with her long, slender tanned legs and pale white feet in the
still cold spring time water." "But, that'll have to wait for a
while until she got her Firebird back from the godamn bank."
She'd still have it if Johnny hadn't have been laid off all
Winter, and she hadn't been so damn stubborn about going back to
work dancing. The unemployment money just hadn't been enough to
cover everything, and despite her desire to stay home and take
care of her eight year old daughter, Tammara, Linda had finally
volunteered to go back to work at the only job she knew well....
DANCING! At first, Johnny wasn't at all happy about the idea of
her back in the "circuit", but he got over it swiftly as she
brought one neat looking dancer home after another to "party" and
perform on their go-go stage at home. Johnny had built it for her
when she quit the dancing game a couple of years after Tammara
was born and she'd had her partial hysterectomy....partial
because they had left her ovaries in along with her cervix. Any-
way, Johnny was beginning to enjoy her return to dancing.....maybe
too much, she thought. After six weeks, he was having a ball
entertaining her dancer friends in their twin, double home in a
run down but not hopeless section of the south end of town. She
was pretty sure that he was "making it" with some of them, which
did not in the least upset her. The two of them had their sort of
unusual "code of married ethics" they operated by that allowed
either one to "play around" with whomever they wished, so long as
it didn't interfere a whole lot with their lives and their daughter.
As Linda thought about Johnny and their daughter, John walked up
in front of her.
"You ready?"
"Uh Huh,.........Just give me a minute to call home and tell em I
have to work tonight", Linda replied. She walked over to the pay
phone on the wall outside the lounge door, made her call and then
came back and got in the Caddy next to John.
John took her to "Othello's", a VERY NICE italian restaurant
about two or three miles away and they had a quiet dinner in one
of the private dinning rooms, in subdued lighting, all by themselves.
"Some Pizza", she had thought when it was over and they were
sipping after dinner cocktails.
John leaned back in his chair and looked across the table at her.
"We have to be getting back, Linda......it's eight forty-five!"
She started to get up and he said....."Sit down a minute and
let's talk about your 'problem', Linda." "I'm willing to bail
your car out of hock for you..........providing........that you
work double shifts...........and, providing that you are willing
to work 'private parties'.......after hours.....for me?" "You
willing to do that, Linda?"
The prospect of having her Firebird back, substantially paid off,
made her happy, but this was going to be a lot of work.....and it
would keep her away from home from 3:00 or 3:30 in the afternoon
until 2:45 or 3:00AM in the morning six days a week. That's
didn't count the time involved in the 'Private Party' thing,
either. She wasn't going to get a hell of a lot of nighttime
sleep if she took this deal, she could see that.
She looked at John and said "I think I can do that.....I'll have
to work it out with Johnny and Tammara but I think it'll work."
"Before you give me a definite 'YES', Linda, I want you to know
that my 'Private Parties" are pretty 'rough'..........you'll have
to dance nude............AND.....UHHH.......you're going to have to
dig out your 'old tricks and talents' and 'entertain' my friends
in between dancing sets." "Is that OK with you?"
Shaking a little, having ignored, originally, his reference to
'Private Parties', she was now having to deal with the subject
directly....since he had now made it VERY clear what he expected
from her. She thought about it and then asked....."Entertain them
HOW?, John.........What do you want me to do?........Specifically?"
"Bluntly?......Dance naked, play with yourself in front of them
on the stage and then go down and play with THEM.......any way
they want you to and for as long as they want you to.......until
four thirty or five in the morning....maybe longer......but just
on Saturday Nights....Sunday Mornings," he replied almost non-shalantly
and with virtually no expression on his face or in his eyes.
"The first "private party".... a very SPECIAL ONE........for some
of my 'BUSINESS PARTNERS'.........is.......TONIGHT", he stated....."if
you want the money, you have to start tonight, Linda!"
And,...having put the cards on the table for her to play with and
choose from, he got up and started for the door without another
word said between them.
Linda was silent all the way back to the Lounge, all during her
first set and even during the time in between the first and the
second sets. She thought about John's 'proposition' the whole
time and honestly couldn't see any way in the world she could
turn him down. She'd asked him for the money. She was the one who
had started the whole thing, not him. Now, she reckoned, she was
either going to have to shit or get off the damn pot......PERIOD.
Three years ago, she'd run away from "home" (and Johnny,
especially) and had earned her living hooking her way across the
country from coast to coast. She'd been gone over a year and had,
quite honestly, enjoyed the freedom for the first eight months
until she got wrapped up with her 'problem,' again, down in San
Diego, California, after which her mind hadn't been either free
or made many reasonable decisions in her behalf.......but her
crazy assed body sure had. She shook her head and cleared those
memories from her mind. "That was ANOTHER story," she thought...
and though not one she particularly wanted to forget all the
time, she had no time for it now.....to be sure.
She sat in the back corner booth thinking about whether she was
going to "go the rest of the way" with John and stick around
after she quit dancing at 2:00AM and join the "PARTY".
During the course of the rest of the evening, Linda had pondered
John's "offer" but he hadn't pressed her for an answer and she
hadn't volunteered one, either.
2:00AM rolled around pretty fast and the other two dancers
started to pack it up to leave. Linda had parked herself in the
back booth, again.........still...........and was now finishing
her third or fourth J&B on the rocks. She made no move to get up
and go get dressed, but just sat there and drank and stared down
at the table.
Finally, at about 2:45AM when John had chased all the patrons out
of the lounge and locked the door and Jo Ellen had rung out and
was restocking the beer coolers behind the bar, John walked over
and sat down in the booth across from her.
"It's no big deal, Linda........really it isn't", he said softly.
"I presume, since you're still here, we've got ourselves a 'deal', babe?"
She looked up at him from between her hand outlined face, propped
on her elbows over her J.B..............a little glassy eyed and
fairly well resigned.........and blurted........."I'm still here,
aren't I?" "What the hell do YOU think, John?"
"Hey!............Don't get pissed at me, sweetie!.........I'm not
FORCING you to do anything...........nothin at all!.......CORRECT?"
He was right.............it was her problem and her
decision......he hadn't pressed her about it the whole night.
Just waited. Frankly, she appreciated THAT more than she was
willing to tell him........but she had a sneaking suspicion he
already knew it and had simply been letting her work it out within
herself until she had come to a rational decision........."RATIONAL
DECISION, MY ASS," she thought. "Stripping nude, dancing nude and
very obscenely in front of a bunch of Italiano types and then
fucking and sucking them to their big black little hearts'
content was NOT A RATIONAL DECISION......NO FUCKING WAY WAS IT 'RATIONAL'
or even REASONABLE, for that matter!"
"She stared across the table at him and said....."I'm sorry,
John. It's just been a while since I consented to this sort of shit.
Really, it has..........but, it's OK....I'll do it."
"OK, Linda.......just stay put.........have another drink or two......
........and RELAX..............just put your feet up and take it easy!"
"Jo Ellen!!!" "Get Linda another double J&B on the rocks, will ya?"
He got up from the booth and walked back through the hallway past
the restrooms to the back door. Linda heard him unlock it and
prop it part way open and then felt the cool, fresh night air on
her left shoulder as a gentle breeze slipped past her in the
booth by the hallway.
About 3:15, with only herself and John in the place, Linda heard
a pair of shoes coming down the back hallway, followed by a "Hey,
GUMMBAHHH, how'sa the tricks?" She recognized the voice. It was Pasqual,
the little, bald owner of the Quality Inn,........her buddy and a
"nice guy", Linda recalled.
"Hi, Linda!..................."how ya been?"
She didn't answer him, but took another deep swallow of cool,
numbing J&B........"Shit", she thought, "this is going to be a
bitch if all these guys are regular customers like him!" "I'll
never be able to look em in the eye again!" She shook her sand
brown hair out and thought: "What the fuck!" "I've been 'here'
before and I'll no doubt, be 'here' again.........it ain't no big
fuckin' deal makin' your money on your knees and your back!" "Get
your shit together, you dumb fuckin' bitch", she admonished her
ever numbing mind.
"Hi, 'friend'...........how's the motel business these days?"
Linda querried Pasqual.
"Ahhhhh, SO, SO," he exclaimed with a fingers extended and a 180 degree
rotation of the hand palm down to palm up and back again several
times in quick succession. "How's by you, Linda? Life treatin'
you right these days?"
She gave him the same hand gesture back. He nodded and walked
over to John who had come around the bar........put his arms
around John............and pounded him on the back with his hands.
Linda could hear them whispering to each other, but she couldn't
make out the words at all..........as she heard more feet coming
down the back hallway at the same time. She picked up her glass
and took another big swallow of melted ice dilluted, straight, top
shelf J.B. and then eyeballed the arriving entourage as they
walked into the room and over to repeat the embracing bit with John.
Finally, when they'd all 'done their thing' and virtually all of
them had turned around at one time or another to stare over at
her crouched in the back corner of her protecting booth, John
walked over past her and down the back hallway. She heard him
slam the door and lock it.
His feet padded back up the hallway and stopped alongside her
booth and private hiding place for the last hour or hour and half.
"OK, Kid............let's get the 'Show' on the road!" "You need
another drink?"
Linda nodded sheepishly, tears streaming from her eyes as she
looked up at him.
In a very low, throaty whisper, he smiled back down at her and said
"relax, Linda.............RELAX.............you're one damn sexy
lady and you've got a lot of dancing talent.............from what
I've seen of your 'moves' and the way you work 'our' customers,
this'll be a cinch for you.........just choose your songs to
tell part of your 'act' and then give em hell, woman!" "YOU CAN
DO IT,.........I KNOW YOU CAN!" "Let's go!"
Linda looked back at him through glassy half drunken eyes and slid
out of her 'hiding place', then walked over to the juke box and
took one of the pile of quarters off the top of the machine. She
punched a number, plugged another quarter, punched another, and
on and on until she had about twenty songs loaded. Then she
walked between the leg of the bar and the wall, away from the
machine and turned left into the dressing room. She shut and
locked the door and then stripped her black dancing suit off and
stared at her five foot seven slim body in the mirror on the
dressing table. The gold rings glistened back at her. "Oh,
Goddamn it," she thought, "those things have got to come off or
I'll never hear the end of it from these guys!"
She carefully reached down between her legs and grasped each
ring, one at a time, between two fingers of each hand and snapped
them open, rotated them until the open portion had slipped
through her lips, and then set them, one at a time, on a kleenex
on the dressing table. She repeated the process with the gold
nipple rings, which were about twice the size of the "pussy"
rings as her errant husband refered to them all the time.
After placing the remaining two gold rings on the kleenex, she
gentlely and carefully folded the tissue around them and reached
down and placed the precious package in the very bottom of her
travel bag.
As her hand came up from the bottom of the bag, she grasped her
makeup kit and lifted it out and onto the table, opening it and
setting some of it's contents out on the table. She sat down in
front of the mirror and started to make up her tear streaked, but
now dry face. She tinted her cheeks to a blushing shade, shadowed
her eyes in a deep bluish black sunken, but sexy look, lengthened
her eyebrows and filled them out wider and wider and then painted
her lips into a perfect 'cupids bow' form with a florescent
scarlet orange lip shade with her lip brush.
She ovaled her lips into a cock sized "O" and put the finishing
touchs on them so that they framed the deep, soon not to be
empty, ovaled cirlce that led into her open mouth.
Then she went to work on her nipples and breasts and when she was
done, they also, stared back from the mirror at her in sexy, sensuous
splendor and flesh tone tints ranging from the color of her white
skin through the color of her tanned belly to a very scarlet
orange florescent color on the nipples.
She stood up in front of the mirror and shaded the scar in on her
underbelly.........the one from her operation......and blotted out the
stretch lines on the sides of her lower midrif.
Satisfied, she put her foot up on the far outside of the dressing
table and cranked her remaining foot, on the floor, outward toward
the other end of the table. With one hand, she reached down and
spread the now opening lips of her sex and, with the other hand,
picked up her makeup and started to tint her hair surrounded lips
in varying shades and colors of the body, enhancing the natural
color and adding the same flourescent tones and quality to the
portalled entrance to her womanhood. When she was finished with
her handiwork, she laid the makeup down carefully on the dressing
table, and without closing her spread legs, reached under the
dressing table and flipped a small switch at it's under edge.
The overhead lights in the dressing room went off, as did the
makeup lights surrounding the large dressing table mirror, and in
their place the familiar "black light" glow of ultra-violet light
shimmered outward from the edges of the now dimmed mirror into
the darkened room.
As Linda gazed, numbly, into the mirror, it relected back a
glowing, sex filled image of four distinct portions of her now
thirty year old, slim, five foot seven inch womanly body......
...............she ovaled her lips and spread her legs wider as
she examined her "artwork" with satisfaction. There, before her
glazed eyes was a three level, four position image of the female
organs and mouth of the soon to be "dancer in the nude" for
John's "Business Associates". The image was such that a viewing
male would see first and foremost, the sex, breasts and mouth of
their "entertainer" of the evening, and perhaps, they never would
really see much else, under the black lighted Go-Go Stage Lights
and darkened lounge. Linda hoped so........she really and truly
hoped and prayed that they saw ONLY those parts of her she had
highlighted in glowing "black light makeup" so that she could
hide the rest from them until her "performance" was over and she
was out of the place.
Satisfied, she reached down and snapped off the "black lights"
and then set her right foot back on the floor and started out of
the room. As she came out of the door, John greeted her with
another glass of J&B on the rocks which she set aside on the cash
register as she picked up the little palm held stage lighting
control box, and stepped down into the sunken bar area floor and
then mounted the eight steps to the platform top and turned her
back on her "audience", the now relaxed white cheeks of her
behind gleaming out at them in the regular stage floodlights. She
looked at herself in the mirror that covered the back of the
stage area, and, with her finger on her right hand, thumbed the
'house lights' dimmer knob in a slow circle to kill all the
lights in the room but the lights on her stage.
She picked up the beat and the rhythm to the song playing in the
background and began to rotate her hips in a circle and move her
feet in perfect timing to music's base beat. As she picked up the
movement of her body in time to the song she began slowly
to turn toward the men seated along the U-Shaped bar and smiled
at each and everyone one of them as she made a full rotation back
toward the mirror. They applauded, enthusiastically, and she went
on throught the number making a concerted effort to keep her legs
fairly well closed throught the entire number.
As the music faded away from her first danced song, she turned
back toward the mirror and hit the "kill switch" for the stage
lights on the box in her right hand. The light died quickly
leaving the room pitch black and Linda moved swiftly to take her
"opening position" (chuckling to herself about the obvious pun as
she did).
It was silent in the room, dead quiet,........with only Linda's
slightly labored breathing audible when the next song started, a
tune that began with the crescendo music from the famous sound
track of "2001 - A SPACE ODDESSY"...........
The music rose in both volume and instrumental focus and pitch toward
it's volumetric and rhythmic "climax"...........and as it approached the
crescendo'ed effect she had played it for,......she screwed the
little light intensity knob on the box in her hand down until it
was in the off position and pushed the little 'black light' button.
Her audience saw nothing in the midst of the 2001 uproar and then
as the music built toward it's climaxing crescendo and the lead up
to it, what they saw, or started to see, brought audible hisses
of inward passing breath from the male mouths to Linda's ears.......
For......there.......in front of them........on the raised
platform......was a perfect pair of female nether lips outlining
a female's sex canal in decreasing shades of intensity as the eye
viewed inward toward the black, spread, opening of her deepest sex
and seat of pleasure and passion..................
and above and behind the display stood two glowing peaks, the
pierced but ringless breasts of the erotic dancer spread before
them on her back, arched up on her head, feet flat on the floor
and knees bent at ninety degrees so that her straining back
arched above the platform and her wide spread legs provided a
darkened and unhighlighted set of very dim fleshy arrows pointing at the
erotic display before their eyes.
The hissing intake of breath increased and then stopped as the
scene before them, slowly, and surely, penetrated their alcohol
dulled minds................and Linda, slowly and diliberately,
cranked the blacklight knob toward it's maximum and then let the
little control box slide from her right hand onto the platform
and reached over her legs with both hands and spread back her sex
lips and began to rotate her crotch in a sexy, erotic and
maddening circle, carefully imitating the motions of a female's
movements in the throes of sexual intercourse and total sexual abandon.
The silence broke..........INTO A CRESCENDO OF CLAPPING AND
WHOOPING MALE VOICES AS LINDA RAISED HER PHANTOM LOVER HIGHER
AND HIGHER TO ORGASMIC COMPLETION....................and Linda's
long years of training as a paid 'performer' of sexual favors
took over completely and totally...............as she made this
"Linda's Night", NOT THEIRS!
End Part 1 - Chapter 5
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
DANCING (& OTHER THINGS) IN THE (ALMOST!) DARK FOR THE BOSS' "ASSOCIATES"
Part 1 - Chapter 6
The attributes of the ever talented "Lady", Linda, shown brightly
before the cheering males as she made passionate and extremely
precise "love" to the phantom male lover above her arched, spread
body with her glowing every move clearly visible in purposeful florescent
highlighting, so carefully applied minutes before in the now dark
dressing room.
As John stared in utter disbelief at the show going on before his
amazed and wide open eyes, he thought to himself...."I'll be goddamned!"
"In all my forty-two years I've NEVER seen anything like
this.......and I doubt that I ever will again.......if I lose this
one.....HOLY SHIT!"
A fragile feminine hand left its sex spreading task to retrieve
the tiny light control box as the music came to a close and then the
lights died away into darkness, just as they had begun some
breath taking minutes before.............it seemed like hours to
the panting males seated around the bar, all of whom were now
moved around and scrunched in tight at the bottom center of the
U-shaped bar and not spread around the U's legs as before......for
reasons any live male didn't have to explain to anyone,..........EVER!
In the dark, Linda dropped to her back on the platform and got up
onto her bare feet and walked forward until her toes were curled
over the edge of the carpeted, padded dancing platform. She slid
her feet outward until they're outer edges simultaneously touched
the cool vertical rise of the platform's two, front corner, stainless
steel poles anchored firmly to the floor and the ceiling with heavy
stainless steel screw-in fixtures and five large bolts in each.
As she reached upward to grasp the poles with her outstretched hands
she cranked the platform light dimmer rheostat to its maximum full
on position and punched the regular platform lights button on as she let
the little box fall and grasped the poles as high as she could, with her hands,
standing on tip-toes up against the poles.
The lights flashed back on to illuminate a spread-eagled, smiling
Linda looking down at the now bunched together male, recently 'converted',
voyeurs.........................a tanned and white stripped naked
female body that bore no physical resembalance to the incredible sight
that had gone just before..............a "normal" female frame,
naked, slight of build with what appeared to be all the normal female
attributes which were VERY OPENLY displayed for all to see.
It took several seconds for her "audience" to react, but......REACT....
.....THEY MOST CERTAINLY.............DID!!! With wild cheering
abandon! Clapping and hooting and whooping and whistling like a
bunch of baseball fan's after a grand slam home run by their
favorite slugger.
Linda smiled down at them and said, quietly, as the noise died away.....
"somebody get my drink over on the register...........and how
about a cigarette,..........guys?" (With "guys" being strung out
in a long sexy whispered way that induced.........well, the best
way to describe it is..........pandemonium...........every set of
male feet in the place made a mad dash to get around the bottom
end of the U-Shaped bar to reach the cash register FIRST....and
oblige the "Lady".............PERSONALLY!!!!)
It was an absolute riot of scrambling arms and legs as someone
came up with Linda's J&B on the rocks and another thrust a
cigarette up to her from behind the bar in front of the platform.
Linda let go of the poles, bent over so her pert, not too large
breasts with their orangish red tinted nipples hung down in front
of the eyes of her cigarette profering "benefactor" and opened
her lips slowly to grasp the cigarette between them. A cigarette
lighter magically appeared from her left to ignite the long white
stick and her J&B on the rocks slid into view from the right and
into her outstretched right hand. She grasped the drink firmly,
stood up and raised it to her thirsty lips as her left hand
extracated the glowing cigarette and her lungs exhaled the smoke
in a billowing upward cloud.
She took a deep swallow of the cooling, mind numbing brew, ever
mindful of her still spread legged position and the examining,
searching eyes of the entourage below and in front of her, plastered
together between the bar and the platform.
She looked down kindly,...and with a smile,...whispered huskily in
her deepest, sexiest voice,......."IT'S OK TO....'TOUCH'.......GUYS,
BUT PLEASE BE 'GENTLE".............I'M SORT OF 'WORKED UP', 'DOWN THERE',
RIGHT NOW, ..................!!!"
And, indeed, she was,...as the lips of her spread sex glistened with
moisture and pulsated before their upturned eyes.........and the
mouth of her as yet unfulfilled sex hole lay open and spread with
its deep recesses capturing all the incoming light and leaving a
dark black void for each sweating, panting male to behold in full.
A tentative hand reached it's large fingers up and patted her
inner, sweating thigh, and then rubbed up and down it's length as
another large male hand did likewise with the other tanned thigh,
beginning at the white untanned juncture of the two tanned
stiffened columns of supporting female flesh........VERY VERY 'FEMALE'
FLESH...........as all could PLAINLY behold.......and DID!
Linda, took another deep swallow of the iced JB, emptied the
glass and extended it downward and off in front of her to the left
where a waiting male hand received it and a male voice asked.....
....."another?"........"No, thank you", she replied, extending
the cigarette in her right hand up to her lips and inhaling
deeply, then extending it down in front and to the right of her
where John removed it carefully from her fingers.
Linda reached up to the poles with her hands and gripped them
tightly, just as a second male hand closed around the outside of
each of her upper legs, opposite the two hands inside her thighs
and lifted her up off her extended feet, ever so slightly. When
her feet cleared the platform, they swung her legs and spread sex
forward about six or eight inches and started to lower her slowly
downward toward the waiting lips of her "friend" Pasqual, who was
concentrating heavily upon the task about to be visited upon him
and readying himself to give proper attention to Linda's too long
neglected, not yet fully stimulated nether sexual favors.
The leg securing hands lowered her ever so gentlely onto the
waiting mouth and Linda felt a warm, wet, broad male tongue
traverse her soft inner sex lips, quivering vaginal cavity and
stop at her not yet touched sensitive upper "V" and its
ever present "passion seat".................and then the educated
tongue circled the target and swished firmly back and forth and
up and down over it, hurrying to make up for lost time, or so it seemed.
Linda was gradually letting the now tightly clenched cheeks of
her lightly padded behind settle toward the floor by letting her
pole gripping hands loosen, ever so slightly, and slide down the
twin, spread poles. When her behind touched the floor of the
platform, she let go of the poles and lean backward, slowly letting
her self down until she was laying on her back on the platform,
knees bent over the front edge, widely spread, with Pasqual still
attending to her now well laved and somewhat excited sexual slit.
"Come on, Guys, don't be bashful!" she snorted, huskily, "I've
still got two hands and mouth left up here!"
Three naked male bodies swung up onto the stage to oblige her,
and within moments, Linda was stroking the rigid extended members
of two kneeling males, and laving the advancing organ of a third
male crouched on all fours over her reclined body.
And so it went through the rest of the night as John's "Business
Associates" took turns being stroked, licked, sucked, sucking,
and ultimately fucking, in alternating "holes", a tipsy Linda who
had reached the point of really not giving a damn and who had
long since lost any inhibitions and regrets she might have had
earlier about doing a "Private Show" for John, her Boss. They
worked on her until the sun came up outside, stroking, licking,
fucking and fondling the talented, sexy Linda to what they
thought was orgasm after orgasm. But as drunk as she was, Linda
never hit that first even low orgasmic peak, though she faked it
beautifully with her ex-whore's knowledge of lower body muscle
control, tightening and loosening her inner muscles and
multiplying the effect with lower belly, inner thigh and posterior
complimenting muscle contractions and relaxations and her moans.
Once, during the session, someone grabbed her two nipples between
their fingers and started to pull upward and press the fingers
together simultaneously, but Linda spit out the member in her
mouth, dropped the almost climaxing members from her hands and
slapped the offending fingers away with a firm admonition that
THAT was not to be repeated, PERIOD........and then got back to
BUSINESS. After that, they stuck to licking them and Linda
"serviced" the entourage in true exhooker style.
A soddened, well used and very drunk Linda managed to get dressed
and John drove her home in the Caddy. She staggered through the
front door and sprawled on the couch, where she promptly passed
into an alcohol assisted, deep dreamless sleep. Some time just
before lunch, Tammara woke her up and she made lunch for her
beloved eight year old daughter and then pulled herself up the
stairs, hand over hand and slipped into the bed. At 6:00PM Linda
crawled out of the bed and while fending off a "twenty-questions"
siege from Johnny, she showered and got ready to go back to the
lounge for another night's "work", regular and otherwise.
Saturday Night didn't go quit so "well", partly because she was
tired and hung over and principally because the "Private Party"
turned into a "Zoo" with that bitch B.J. staying to help out in
servicing and entertaining the participants. B.J. got into
Linda's act heavily and attempted to "make it" with her as part
of the impromptu "act". Linda went along, part way, until the
little bitch started hurting her, purposefully, at which point B.J.
learned a very valuable and never to be forgotten lesson about
the seeming docile and friendly Linda.
The black and blue marks still showed on B.J. when Linda walked
into the lounge to go to work at 8:45 Monday night, almost two
days later!
Linda, after almost two days of unholy crap from Johnny about her
two after sunrise arrivals home, and four hundred and sixty bucks
richer (John paid her $260 in cash Saturday morning and $200 in
cash Sunday morning, though Linda thought it should have been
vice-a-versa).........after the nearly two days to think about
the remaining $400 and how she had to earn it the coming weekend,
she walked fearfully back into the lounge to do her regular Monday
Night dance shift from 9:00PM to 2:00AM.
B.J. was, of course, surly as hell toward her, bitch that she
was.... but John seemed quite normal and "ho-hum" about the
whole thing.........almost cavalier, in fact. After a few words
with him at the cash register, Linda was about to turn and head
into the dressing room when she spotted the now familiar slightly
bald headed, blue eyed, bearded face over the top of the stage
platform in the same seat he'd occuppied on Friday Night........
.........and a shiver went up and down her tired frame.
She hurried through dressing and making up and then came out and
plugged three quarters into the box and zipped up onto the stage,
about five minutes before the offical 9:00PM start for the dancers.
Her first song, "You Light Up My Life", was done with only one
person in mind and she made sure HE knew it. Their eyes never
left each other in the platform's back mirror except for brief
moments when Linda "kept it honest" to satisfy John and the rest
of the gaping customers. The second and third songs were songs
that had key words in them............words like "submission" and
"slave" and "bondage" and having a "master".....well hidden in
the lyrics, but.......THERE. As the "key words" came up in the
songs, Linda made sure her hands and arms did the correct things,....
fleetingly, but "correct",........and that her eyes, whenever she
performed the "correct" amplifying gestures to the words, looked
downward and downcast from HIS as the gesture was carefully delivered.
And each time, when she looked back up, he nodded ever so
slightly and smiled just a little.........and Linda's insides
crawled with anticipation and expectation as her sexual boiling
point started to rise and her body started to react to a new
"find" of emmense importance to her.
When her last song ended, she came down off the platform and
walked slowly out from the bar area around the cash register and
slowly made a socializing trip along the length of the bar,
stopping to talk to each customer she reached, patting him on the
shoulder when she was done talking and going on to the next until,
after some eight or ten minutes, she had worked her way around to
the last two seats at the other end of the bar's U-Shape opposite
the cash register end.
She placed her hand on the empty chair, and looking down into the
upturned eyes and face of the object of her dancing, "mind if I
sit down here?"
"By all means, please do.................I saved it for you."
came the gentle but deep male voice's reply.
As she sat down, she saw a glass sitting on a bar napkin in
front of her, and said......"Oh, I'm sorry........Am I sitting in
someone else's seat?"
He looked at her, smiled with those pale blue, kindly eyes, and
shook his head ever so slightly in the negative.
"I'm Linda."
"I Know."
"Who are you?"
"A 'friend'........a 'special' friend."
"Special, 'HOW'?"
"In a way only YOU will appreciate, Linda..............because I
understand you..........and I speak YOUR 'language'."
Linda gazed into his eyes and started to reply but thought
better of it.........at least for the moment.......and let the
opportunity pass.
She picked the glass up off the bar and lifted it to her lips,
never taking her eyes off his. As she tilted the glass forward to
pour the cool J&B over her lips and down her throat, she opened
her lips and ran her tongue along the inside rim of the glass
while staring him straight in the eyes..............and then set
the glass back on the bar, again, without breaking eye contact.
She reached into her small cigarette case she had laid on the bar
and extracted a cigarette, placed it between her lips and
started to reach for her lighter when a large hand appeared in
front of her with a flaming lighter. She reached up and placed
her right hand over his, curling her fingers into his palm where
she touched him ever so gentlely and allowed her fingers to move
ever so slightly in the sensitive palm as she and he guided the
lighter to her cigarette. She was so engrossed in what she was
doing she almost forgot to take a drag on the cigarette before
the end of it burned up in the flame.
And, all the while, two pairs of very expressive, highly
'interested' eyes made a kind of silent introduction to each
other at very very close range. Linda's body shuddered a little,
part way through the engagement, and she felt her sexual "temperature" rising.
She set his hand back down in his lap after the cigarette was lit
and tipped her head back to blow a plume of smoke toward the
ceiling, STILL NOT LETTING HER EYES LEAVE HIS, and then lowered
her head back down and waited, still locked in his gaze.
"I'm called Paul by most people, but to a very few, I have
another name that preceeds that one, Linda.........a VERY VERY VERY
FEW!", he said in a low husky voice.
"I see"..........replied Linda........"and do you mind if I call
you 'Paul',.............Paul?"
"Linda,........for now, let's not worry about names..........BUT, YES,
...........I THINK............EVENTUALLY............YOU.......MORE THAN
I WILL BE MORE CONCERNED ABOUT 'WHAT' I AM CALLED AND WHEN.........but,
as I said.........it doesn't matter right now."........"DOES IT?"
She looked into his eyes and answered him without saying a word
and he said........."I knew you'd understand me." And she nodded
ever so slightly to make doubly sure he knew she was 'on board'.
Eventually, they did get around to talking a little and she found
out he was married, had two kids, owned his own business and came
in the lounge, 'occassionally', after he left work, to unwind.
Linda acknowledged that she was married and had an eight year old
daughter and that she was dancing to try and get the family back
on their financial feet while her husband started back to work
after a long Winter of being Laid Off in the construction
industry as a structural ironworker. She told him Johnny was
working on the ICIC Building downtown bossing a raising gang.
About that time, John walked up to her, bent over, whispered in her
ear, and then turned around and walked away. As he left, she was visibly
shaking and her bottom lip had curled back under where she was not too
gently chewing on it as tears appeared in each of the corners of her eyes.
"Problems, Linda?" came a gentle non-prodding question at a very
low and subdued level, from the owner of the pale blue eyes next
to her.
She couldn't handle it any longer and said, "excuse me a minute,
I'll be back..............", and emphasized it by saying......."PLEASE
DON'T LEAVE WHILE I'M GONE........THIS TIME...........PLEASE????"
He didn't say a word. All he did was look into her rising eyes
and pick up her cigarettes and lighter and put them in her hand
after which he squeezed her hand with both of his and ran the
tips of his fingers along the edge of her hand, all below the bar
level where no one could see it done. Linda turned and walked away.
Linda hurried around the bar and past the cash register into the
dressing room, closing and locking the door behind her. She sank
into the chair and stared at the mirror, tears, still in the
corners of her eyes. John had told her, when he had leaned over
and whispered in her ear, that she was "on" for this coming Friday and
Saturday Night..........the whole way "on"...........$200 per night
and had intimated that she'd earn every bit of it. It had hit her
like a ton of bricks, because suddenly, she'd had enough of the
'Private Show' scene if not, in fact, this goddamn dancing gig.
But she could not, for the life of her, think of any good way out
of her "deal" with John. She still didn't have her car and there
was no other way she'd get it back in time because the bank had
called this morning and told her she either paid by a week from
today, in full, or they would auction off her Firebird the next day,
Tuesday, a week from tomorrow.
Linda, got up and walked to the door, unlocked it and stepped out
and told John she was feeling kinda sick and wanted to skip a set
or two while she tried to take some asprin and laid down on the
couch in the dressing room. Did he mind? He smiled at her and
made some reference about long hours and hangovers two nights in
a row and said it was OK because they still had four dancers working.
She spun around and went back in the dressing room, locking the
door behind her. As she had been talking to John she'd looked
across the stage and her blue eyed bearded 'friend' was still
there. In fact, he'd smiled at her, ever so slightly.
She started to sit down in the dressing table chair but
hesitated, then bent down and reached into the bottom of her
travel bag and retrieved the little Kleenex Wrapped Package she'd
placed there so carefully early Saturday Morning before her
"Grand Entrance" at the first "Private Party" for John. She set
it on the table and then stripped her top and her pants off
quickly and sat down in the chair.
With shaking hands, she unwrapped the package and carefully
retrieved the four small and two larger solid gold rings,
inserting them, one at a time, carefully, in their intended and
rightful places in the nipples of her now stimulated breasts and
the lips of her now wet sex. That done, she got back up, put her
outfit back on and went over and laid down on the long
comfortable couch on the opposite wall.
As she closed her eyes, she thought about her waiting, "stood up",
blue eyed, bearded VERY SPECIAL (she hoped, God how she hoped and prayed
he was THAT kind of VERY SPECIAL) friend outside at the bar and
she silently urged him to stay...........as if he could read her mind.
And then her mind drifted back to another blue eyed, bearded
special male.............her first MASTER.............back in the
black walled room with the mirrored ceiling and the white padded floor
and her "reality of the rings" (turned present day fantasy returned) as
she once more saw the huge erect organ of the large well built
blue eyed, bearded user and piercer of her twenty year old body
approaching her pulsating vaginal mouth and split sex as her body
screamed in the hot water mist and spray bath that renewed her
whip streaked body's pain and her mouth begged and pleaded for
him to..........."FUCK ME, MASTER!"..............."HURT ME, MASTER?"
"PLEASE HURRY....................PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!!!"
And he had............as he obliged her pleadings and beggings
by grasping her just recently ringed nipples and squeezing them
between his fingers as he twisted them outward and lifted upward
on them while slamming his rigid member into her so deep and so
hard that her hands momentarily went slack above her and her feet
and pointed toes screamed with pain in their wet leather, tightly
bound laced up restraining covers..............and the huge stainless
steel ring creaked with the strain.
And as he pounded into her and almost lifted her by her tortured
nipples, she had once more screamed to an orgasmic extravaganza
of pain and pleasure in her mist covered realm of leather, steel
and male domination..............and then slipped slowly into
unconscious, mindless, oblivion, once more.
Her mind sped back eagerly to grasp and recall the EXACT sequence
of events that followed...............and as it locked onto the
'vision' she saw herself hanging upside down in the overhead
mirror, her head unrestrained and raised up onto her chest
looking upward at her spread legs and her leather covered feet
with toes pointing up into the ring and mirror. She could feel her
arms along her sides and her hands, still encased in their ever
present leather mittens, resting along the outside of her legs.
She attempted to move them, one at a time, and found that they
were somehow restrained there, forcing her arms and her extended
hands to point straight upwards toward the mirrored ceiling tight
along the sides of her body. She curled upward, bending and straining her
stomach muscles, and saw two huge leather straps, one around
each of her legs, buckled tightly there by three small leather belt
and buckle sets on each, just above the knee. To each wide leather
strap, one of her mittened hands was extended and it's tip strap
inserted in buckle mounted on the outside of the strap on her
outer leg. She let herself back down and hung there, gazing
around the room. Her eyes caught the black wall and it's door and
then her head and eyes swung to the right and beheld the bare feet
and leather pants of her MASTER. As Linda stared upward at him,
she saw that he had a short stainless steel chain in his hand with
snap clips of some kind at either end.
As she watched, he stepped into her terrazo "pit" and attached
the chain to her huge stainless steel "mounting ring". She had
bent her head backward and arched her straining back to look
straight down at his hands as they attached one of the chain's
"clips" to one of her "mounting ring's" welded D-Rings directly below
her eyes and her head. One of his hands reached the short
distance up to her face and then under it to the tipped back top of
her head and thrust itself through the ring/hair/strap affair on
top of her head and swiftly pulled her face back forward with her
head mounted ring assembly and she heard another "click-snap" of the
remaining chain mounted retaining clip. Linda tried to raise her
head, as before, and found it was anchored downward by the chain
and its clips, refusing her any further bending of her neck,
foward or back, or raising of her head, but allowing her to turn
her head, which she had done, as she watched the bare feet and
leather pants step out of the pit and walk around her toward the
black vinyl covered "equipment wall". As the feet retreated, she
heard the ominous "Click" of her "mounting ring" and felt her
feet begin to lower toward the "equipment" wall and the floor while
her head began to rise toward the door end of the room and the ceiling.
As motion continued, the reality of that motion and especially
its ultimate 'destination' and position for her now "differently" bound form
started to penetrate her pain wracked, aching body and her numbed
mind. And as the hair on her head began to tighten across her
scalp, she started to scream............."OH, GOD NO!!!.......NO!NO!NO!
PLEASE!!!!......PLEASE MASTER!!!!..........LET ME BACK DOWN!!!!"
and in an almost subdued, child like whimper............"pppllleeeaaassseee
..................don't do........THAT........to me?......PLEASE????"
But the ring kept rotating as she passed through a horizontal
position, suspended by her feet and her hair encircled ring
attached firmly by its chain to her "mounting ring" and then on
upward and upward until......FINALLY.......she was hanging
vertically downward..............HELD THERE ONLY BY HER OWN.....HAIR!!!
The tension in her legs was gone and in it's place, her scalp screamed
in pain as her forehead was drawn upward and her eyebrows raised
up unnaturally. She stared outward at the far wall, searching for
her tormentor.............her MASTER...........but he was nowhere
in sight.
Then she felt a set of fingers on the bottom of her right foot as
they unbuckled the strap that restrained her right leg in its
spread eagled position and felt the strap come loose, as it was
unthreaded from her "mounting ring" and her foot pulled backward
and upward. She felt a wide leather belt come around her sweating belly,
and then be yanked tightly and then be firmly buckled in the small of her
back. Her right foot continued to rise upward as something was dropped
over it and slid down her upward pointing toes, down her foot and down her
lower leg to hang around her knee............and then the strap on the end
of her foot was pulled tight, forcing her heel against her tensed nether
cheek and the sound of a strap being buckled met her now "trained" ears.
She felt the strain on the wide tight leather strap at her middle and knew
he had strapped her foot, toes pointed upward, heel in her sore behind, to it.
The process was repeated with her left foot as she whimpered and
tried to comprehend how she would survive this new "position",
one she had never in her life either seen or heard of and now was
in the pain wracked throes of learning .........FIRST HAND, AS,......
....FOR THE FIRST TIME,.....HER BOUND BODY BEGAN TO ROTATE WITHOUT MOTION
FROM THE "MOUNTING RING"...............A BOUND BUNDLE OF SUSPENDED
AGONY.......IN A POSITION SO HELPLESS AND DEMEANING SHE WAS UTTERLY
SPEECHLESS AND TOTALLY AT A LOSS FOR..........ANY..........WORDS,
EVEN PLEADINGS AND BEGGINGS ESCAPED HER MIND-VOICE CONNECTION.
Linda rotated in a slow, precise, lazy circle; her arms extended
down the sides of her body, bound there by the wide belly strap
and the stretched out leather covered hands yanked down her strapped legs
and anchored there, with her pointed toes strapped to the middle of her back
and the "belly strap" and her heels planted in her behind.................
...............ROTATING ON THE END OF A SHINY STAINLESS STEEL CHAIN......
........ATTACHED TO HER STAINLESS STEEL "MOUNTING RING"......AND THE RING
ABOVE HER HEAD THAT WAS ENCIRLED WITH HER OWN, NOW TENSIONED, HAIR!!!
As she viewed the entire room slipping pasther, she saw her....MASTER.......
........advancing toward her from the wall with two long stainless steel
chains with clips on their ends.............like the one she watched him
attach to her hair ring earlier.........He stopped her rotating motion
by grasping something at her downward extended right knee and she heard
a "click-snap"...............and felt her doubled back right leg raised
sideways toward the "mounting ring",.......UNTIL IT WAS JUST BARELY SHORT
OF HORIZONTAL AND STRETCHED SIDEWAYS TO THE "LIMIT".........followed by another
"click-snap" and a tensioned pull of something in the hollow behind her knee.
Her doubled back left leg was similarly "Click-Snapped" at the knee and her
left leg rose upwards and sideways to.....again.....leave the valley of her
sex and site of most of her recent torments...............SPLIT WIDE AND
SPREAD OPEN AS IT HAD............NEVER..........N-E-V-E-R,...NOT EVER!....
....................BEEN SPREAD AND EXPOSED BEFORE!!!!!
Facing the wall full of as yet fully comprehended devices and
equipment, Linda saw her retreating...........MASTER,..........("and
oh, god he was every bit her..........MASTER.............NOW!.......
............", she thought).....................take down a short
handled whip with slim lashes hanging from the end of it. She
watched him dip it downward into a black bucket and raise it
upward where the lashes gleamed in the bright lights shining on
the wall, highlighting it..................."OIL!!!"..............her mind
screamed at her! And as he turned and walked toward her with the
dripping, short, black lashed demon grasped firmly in his right
hand at his side and stepped over into her "pit"...........her
personal pit of private hell......pain and pleasure mixed.....Linda
began to beg and to plead with every inflection, tone and level known
to her mind, failing vocal cords and tongue..............................
First low and whispered..............."no, mmmaaasssttteeerrr,
pppllleeeaaassseee, mmmaaasssttteeerrr............nnnooottt
ttthhhaaattt...................oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
,...................NO!...............PLEASE!..............
and then in a husky louder pleading, begging, breaking voice.......
.............ANYTHING, MASTER..........I"LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT.......
...............I'LL SUCK YOU............I'LL LICK YOU............
.........I'LL MAKE 'LOVE' TO YOU LIKE YOU'VE.........NEVER........
BEEN MADE LOVE TO..............BBBEEEFFFOOORRREEE!, PLEASE....NO!!!!"
The not yet familiar deep male voice responded to her entreaties
by saying, ever so lowly, so slowly and so plainly, in a deep
whispered voice............"You've already done all that for me,
my pretty, stretched, bound, helpless..............slave.........
....................now let us begin to.......understand.....each
other................as I teach you what the true meaning of the
words.............OBEDIENCE..........AND..........SUBMISSION......
REALLY ARE..................FOR YOU!!!"
And again, in a low whispered voice, he said..............."a truely
submissive sexually bound female slave must.........feel.......herself
being sexually used by her master...............must......FEEL.......
..............the hopelessness............the helplessness of her
'position'................and must,............ABOVE ALL............
...........FEEL HER EVERY SEXUAL PORE RESPOND UNREASONINGLY AND
SPONTANEOUSLY TO HER MASTER'S MERE VOICE..............it is not
enough to say the words.............nor to act out the the
responses with your 'voluntary' actions, MY PRETTY SLAVE.....YOU MUST
INVOLUNTARILY BECOME THE SEXUAL SUBMISSIVE THAT I....KNOW........
YOU.............ARE.................by responding in the only way
that a sexually submissive female slave can respond to her master
and 'creator'....................with.....total, continuous, sexual
stimulation.......AND.....total, continuous, sexual orgasm.........
.................TOTAL..........CONTINUOUS..............AND
COMPLETE...........VISIBLE...........SEXUAL.............RESPONSE!!!"
His left hand reached out, palm up, and cradled the, once AGAIN, ever
wettening seat of her sexual being...............pressing upward,
and rubbing from front to back..........as Linda felt her self
being helplessly manipulated and used in this simplest of ways.......
.........as she felt him fondling her continuously..........he raised
the handle of the still dripping whip........to her mouth........and
said........"LICK IT, MY PRETTY, OVERSEXED, HELPLESS..........SLAVE,
.............lick the shaft of your next lover...........the only
COMPLETE AND TOTAL LOVER YOU SHALL EVER...........HEREAFTER.....HAVE
TO SATISFY WITH YOUR OWN SIMULTANEOUS, COMPLETE, SEXUAL GRATIFICATION AND
CONTINUOUSLY, INVOLUNTARY ORGASMS...............UNTIL HE STOPS 'LOVING' YOU!"
"PAIN IS YOUR SEXUAL NEED, SLAVE..................INSTRUMENTS OF PAIN ARE
YOUR 'LOVERS'...............FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD AND....FOREVER!"
"AND THE MASTER?....'YOUR' MASTER?....HE IS THE CREATOR AND THE DELIVERER
OF YOUR 'LOVERS'...............TO......SATISFY.......YOUR EVERY SEXUAL
NEED, WANT AND DESIRE.....COMPLETELY AND CONTINUOUSLY...................!"
Linda stared into his eyes from within her suspended, helpless, totally
and obscenely sexually exposed and spread body, feeling the rising storm of
sexual need and answering sexual gratification...........through
eyes that were pulled upward by her stretched, tensioned scalp.....
...........with a mind that comprehended the words.......THE 'TRUE' MEANING
OF THE WORDS............for the very first time.
She extended her tongue and wetly and subserviently caressed....NOT LICKED....
...the handle of the dripping whip held before her mouth..........she
laved it with painstaking care and stared at it's full potent
length from the dripping lashes to the to the blunt bulbous end
of the handle.............she wanted to orally satisfy it in any
way she could............as best she could..........BECAUSE........
...............WHEN SHE STOPPED..........HER LOVER WOULD BEGIN
"LOVING" HER..............TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY.........AND HER
MIND COULD NOT YET "ACCEPT" THAT EVENTUALITY..............
And her 'lover"......retreated........to.....................BEGIN!!!!
Totally suspended in a tightly wrapped cocoon of helpless and yet obscenely
spread sexual exposure, naked and yet "wrapped", spread open hugely and widely
to meet her "lover", Linda began to feel the "fingers" of her "total and
complete lover" as she closed her eye lids as tight as she could.......
.....and her MASTER said.............."OPEN YOUR EYES............SLAVE......
........AND BEHOLD YOUR "LOVER".............WATCH YOUR LOVER!"
And she watched!............submissively....obediently.....in
a rising tide of sexual responses so acute and so complete that the
helplessly exposed position of her responding totally sexualized body became
totally and completely irrelevant.................as her mind locked
out all but the millions of sexual responses coming back to it
from every tensioned and expectant nerve ending in her pleasure
engulfed body..............as pain mixed with sex and came to her as
total and complete pleasure........................................
And her first REAL submissive, total, sexual orgasm began as she hung there
untouched by anything at all..............NO WHIP............NO HAND.....
NO MALE ORGAN.................NOTHING!!!
And Linda moaned her pleasure and began to entreat her lover with
her mind and her voice in low horse, throaty, abandoned whispers
of a lover rising to meet a partner in the throes of complete and
total sexual abandon....!
End of Part I - Chapter 6
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
........AND A FEMALE SUBMISSIVE WAS CREATED!
Part 1 - Chapter 7
Through conscious, hyper-sensitized eyes, with a suspended
helpless, now truly female submissive body.......AND MIND.........
subservient to a blue eyed, bearded, tanned handsome hulk of a MASTER
who held the first SUBMISSIVE 'LOVER' of Linda's young life.......
...........in the form of an oiled, wicked looking, short but many thonged,
plain ended whip......................Linda watched her body begin
to receive the attentions of her now whirling "LOVER"....directed
by her......................MASTER..................as it moved
inward toward her spread thighs and danced across her sensitive, spread,
and VERY exposed hanging sex in constantly repeated......."SWISH".... "SLAP-
SLAP-SLAP".....sounds that were melded end to end into a continuous rhythm of
sound and accompanying sensations................stroking and striking and
carressing and pulling and sucking and turning her insides to
shivering molten fire...............as Linda rose on the wings of
an angel of orgasmic pain become pure pleasure................
The whistling, whirling oily thongs of her "lover" and its constant
lapping sounds of 'contact' devoured Linda in a lake of pure unadulterated
lust, desire, want, need and approaching...........but never quite THERE....
..........fullfillment.....................
And her attentive MASTER, wielding her LOVER with EXTREME care and accuracy,
watched Linda with the eyes of the accomplished dominator of true
female submissives he was and had been for years.............a MAKER
of female submissives.............from 'promising' raw stock
placed in his caring and 'talented hands'......................He
modulated the whirling "LOVER" in rotational speed and advanced
and retreated it with both accuracy and understanding as
he watched the pierced, ringed nipples on Linda's reddening breasts grow
darker and rise farther and farther out from her chest........as
he watched Linda attempt to arch her back forward, ever forward....
..........and kept careful account of the swelling color changes
in her widening and flaring nether lips which now framed a vaginal
passage that literally 'breathed' a life of its very own as the
mouth contracted and then dilated, rhythmically and increasingly.....
............as he listened to Linda speak with a husky, deep,
whispered, totally sexually driven voice to her lover and watched
her lust glazed eyes dance in her head....................
"oooooohhhhhh,.....yyyyyyeeeessss.............LOVER.........oh
god it fells ssssssssooooooooo.......gggggggggooooooooddddddd!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...................oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ppppppppppppllllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeee.....FUCK ME!!!"
"MASTER!!!!...................MMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE..........
................MAKE 'HIM' GIVE ME MORE...................PLEASE MASTER,
OH, PLEASE MAKE HIM GIVE ME MORE.......................OH, I'M SO
HIGH....................SO HIGH.............SO HHHHHHIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
And Linda climbed higher and higher up the stairsteps to total
male subservience as her crashing, never quite completed orgasmic
surrender eluded her and she climbed still higher and higher and
her bound body literally danced in the air from her upstretched
now dripping wet hair and her "mounting ring" creaked and groaned
from her frenzied and lust driven contorsions.........................
The nipples swelled and expanded outward as the contracting and
expanding widely spread sexhole continually and unsuccessfully tried to seek
its "LOVER"..........as Linda danced in the air and mouthed every
entreaty her sexually driven mind could contrive and conceive.......
.................with her MASTER floating within the glazed perview
of her lust filled eyes..............sweet MASTER who understood her,
................knowing MASTER who was delivering her to her "LOVER".
................"MASTER, OH MASTER.........OOOHHH MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!"
she moaned to him in frustration and appreciation all wrapped
into one..........................
And MASTER, retreated with her "LOVER" as Linda watched in......frustrated
and absolutely "frustrated" sexual horror..............and through her wide
stretched eyes and still vibrating, dancing, sexually hypersenitized
body, she beckoned him back to her.....................and also with
screaming verbal entreaties that filled the stiffling hot room as
the MASTER step out of her "passion pit" and walked to the the far wall,
retrieving a large tripod and a 'saddlelike' arrangement and
returning over the curbed bounds of her sexual bondage pit now
being coated with her sweat and bodily fluids, placed the tripod
beneath her contracting and dilating hugely spread vaginal mouth........and
then screwed the leather 'saddle' on top of it.......................
As Linda, looked downward, with her lust filled eyes, at the
device before her, he returned to the wall and came back with two
perfect replicas of rigid and turgid male organs, two inches and
three inches in diameter, respectively,..............screwed them
into two twin holes in the curved saddle with it's perfect crotch
fitting contours and wide leather straps dangling from the from
corners and buckle tipped shorter wide straps dangling in the
back corners.....................................
The tripod, "saddle" and its now fully mounted male organs slid
forward from the curbed edge of Linda's 'pit' as her breasts
partially hid their progress and then through the valley of her
heaving breasts the device all but disappeared from her view and
she let out a disappointed whaling moan of frustration............
UNTIL SHORTLY THEREAFTER, SHE WAS SPLIT AND SPREAD OPEN BY TWO
WARM VIBRATING MALE ORGANS THAT ADVANCED RELENTLESSLY UP HER ANUS
AND HER CONTRACTING GRIPPING VAGINAL WALLS UNTIL BOTH WERE BURIED
TO THEIR FULL LENGTH IN A COOING AND MOANING LINDA..........AND THE
SADDLE CONTACTED HER THIGHS, THEN HER BUTTOCKS, THEN HER
UNDERBELLY IN FRONT AND ROSE INTO HER CROTCH AND SLOWLY LIFTED
HER UPWARD................RELIEVING ALMOST ALL THE TENSION FROM
HER SWEATING HAIR................AND LEAVING HER PARKED,
HELPLESSLY, BUT THANKFULLY ON THOROUGHLY FILLED TWIN SEXUAL CAVITIES...
The restraining straps came over her legs and buckled to the back of the
saddle near the ever contracting and loosening cheeks of her ass
as she attempted to squeeze both organ filled orfices with every
talented muscle she had or ever hoped to have....................
"SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!"............AH, SO, GOOD!!!"
hissed Linda downward to no one in particularly as the vibrating
male engines drove her higher and higher now that she had something to
work on with her sexually educated muscles....................
But though higher and farther, still no orgasmic "thunder"
occurred as promised by MASTER so long long ago..................
Pleasure but still rising................and frustration.........
And MASTER returned with the a pair of the small, strange looking ring
devices with the legged tripod above them and crank handled shaft
extending down through the apex of the tripod...........the
rings, she could see, were made of rubber and so where the tripod
legs rising from them..................as she strained to examine
them more carefully..........one of them moved quickly forward to
enclose her right breast, or rather, surround it................
Fascinated, she watched the ring on the shaft open and the close
through her right nipple ring and then back slowly away as her MASTER
tensioned her nipple by turning the handle of the device now sticking
out from her chest until the two rings tighted and snapped to
right angles of each other and her right nipple was pulled
outward as the rubber ring around her breast sunk into her flesh.......
.............and a strange and pleasureable, yet somehow painful,
sensation flowed through her nipple and breast.............and
the rubber base ring began to contract, squeezing inward toward her
breast and forcing it to bulge forward on her chest and turn
redder and redder and redder.................................
She watched in utter fascination as her once small breast
ballooned outward and her once short nipple grew longer and longer....
....followed by waves of pleasure and sexual desire flooding her mind from her
her squeezed and stretched breast's millions of stimulated nerve endings.
Quickly, the left breast and nipple were similarly attended to and and
captured, stretched and squeeezed until her MASTER was satisfied
that they were entirely correct.............................
And Linda moaned down to him................."OH THANK YOU, MY
MASTER, OH THANK YYYYYYYOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU..............IT FEELS SO
GGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD!....SO VERY GOOD!!!"
He reached down and released the snaps that held her knees to the
outer stainless steel "Mounting Ring" ring.........releasing them at the huge
"Mounting Ring",.....and pulled the chains down around a peg in the base
of the tripod, and back up to snap to the chain partway up
toward her knees as he tensioned them tightly and relentlessly downward,
securing her in yet another way to the saddle by means of both her now
downward stretched knees...........................................
And having done all this to the quivering, begging, pleading and
sobbing Linda, he walked away from her, once more, back toward the
wall..................and returned with her fearful "LOVER...... the whip......
AND FOR THE NEXT FEW MINUTES, LINDA'S NEW MASTER AND THE 'LOVER".....WITH
THE CONSTANTLY "CARESSING" OILED THONGS................played a female
submissive's "love song" on Linda's singing, sweat drenched body.........
AS LINDA HIT ONE ORGASMIC PEAK AFTER ANOTHER AND ROSE ONWARD AND
UPWARD TO INCREDIBLE SEXUAL HEIGHTS OF PLEASURE AND SATISFACTION,
EACH FAR FAR BETTER THAN THE LAST AND EACH ENDING WITH THE
PROMISE OF MORE, MORE...........MMMOOORRREEE!!!!!!
There might have been pain....extreme pain........but Linda never
felt it!.................all she felt was the orgasmic wonders of
a female submissive's THOROUGHLY SATISFIED universe, as she streaked
across the heavens and mouthed supplicant "THANK YOU'S" to her
very first MASTER...............who definitely knew what Linda
liked best and most...................NOW!!!!!
(And from that time forward..............Male Dominant Masters
who knew their trade and knew it WELL...........owned Linda
during those much needed "sessions" on their carefully tuned "equipment"
with their carefully selected "lovers"...........and the mere
thought of a "MASTER" made Linda long for a sexual satisfaction
only a MASTER could give.........no MERE "man".....A SIMPLE MALE.....
WAS EVER AGAIN ENOUGH...............NEVER!!!)
As Linda lay on the dressing room couch, she recalled that she
had never passed out from her orgasmic trip into total female
submissiveness and subservience.............she had hit orgasmic
peak after orgasmic peak as she watched her new MASTER ply her "lover" over
her tender twenty year old body.............he had adjusted and tightened her
breasts and her nipple bondage.................he had stuffed her
sex fuller and tighter by systematically and regularly raising her
restraining saddle and its two hole stuffing male engines, which tensioned
her legs downward but allowed her to bend her head forward and
better observe the caress of her lover as it played back and
forth over her body....................and he constantly adjusted those
two male cocks shoved far up her stretched and engorged contracting and
releasing holes........as Linda alternately gripped them and released them
in the only way that she knew how and POSSIBLY........COULD..............
................then MASTER made them ruthlessly piston in and out of Linda's
constantly contracting and relaxing, drenched and plugged holes with
incredible speed, spinning and vibrating as they devoured Linda's steaming wet
twin sexual cavities, plowing the orfices of each inward than
sucking it outward, two at a time,....and finally....right at her highest peak,
THE MASTER had flipped a switch on the saddle that advanced a vibrating
small rubber suction device that siezed and devoured the small, reddened and
VERY sensitive button at the top of her soaked and thoroughly plowed sexual
"V".........and Linda went absolutely crazy with supplications,
thank you's and moaning, screaming, bouncing motions of fulfillment so
severe, that had she been hanging by her hair, she'd have been bald.....
....scalped by the willing "indians" of her sexually driven body and mind!
To a total stranger, the picture of a crazed, babbling, pleading,
begging woman on a saddle out of hell itself, restrained by her
hair from a giant eight foot stainless steel ring, with a wide belt across
her belly and back, tightly pinning her arms to her sides, her
toes yanked up toward her waist, heels dug into her tensed behind and
her hands strapped to her outer legs above the knees with a leather
trousered male whipping her body front and back as her tortured
stretched nipples and compressed breasts stood starkly out from
her heaving chest and an oiled whip 'lover' plyed her bundled body.......
...........to an "uninitiated" stranger, the scene would look
like a medieval session in the inquisition's deepest darkest,
torture chambers.....or something out of a KGB sexual subjugation manual.
BUT TO LINDA THE, "VICTIM".............IT HAD BEEN NO SUCH THING!!!!
TO HER, FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE, IT HAD BEEN TOTALLY
PLEASURE AND SATISFACTION FOR PLEASURE AND SATISFACTION'S SAKE
AND DEFINITELY NOT FOR MONEY.........NO WAY!!!!
Nobody made a "movie" of that "session" but Linda often wished
someone had. BUT THEY HADN'T, DAMNIT, ANYWAY!
After the session had ended and Linda was sliding back down from
her trip through the heavens, MASTER removed her breast devices,
unloosened her from her "saddle", and released her bent legs and
reattached the stretched toes to Linda's "Mounting Ring" and
rotated the ring in the reverse direction from whence she had come to
this state of satisfaction until she was again hanging upside
down. In which position he let her lick and lave his rigid straining male
organ...his COCK.......for quite some time..............then he
removed her belly and arm binding belt, unbuckled her restrained
hands and arms and buckled them back to her "MOUNTING RING",
spread eagled, as before, and with her legs spreadeagled
the way it had all begun, her head and "hair ring" still chained to the
ring, he tightened straps around her legs, rotated her into a face
downward, horizontal position..............where he systematically hung
weights from her pierced and ringed nipples and sex
lips,.......after which.......he had most thoroughly and completely fucked
his now totally submissive and subjugated SLAVE'S FACE.................AND
HER ASS..............AND HER CUNT...............WHILE LISTENING
TO HER CLIMB BACK UPWARD TO FEMALE SUBMISSIVE HEAVEN............AGAIN!!!
Had either of them have doubted what her TRUE NATURE and REAL SEXUAL
PREFERENCES WERE UP TO THAT POINT.................all doubt was
removed forever and always..................GIVEN THE "CORRECT" MALE....
..............A "MASTER"!!!
AND ANOTHER TOTAL FEMALE SEXUAL SUBMISSIVE HAD BEEN CAREFULLY "CREATED",
...............BY YET ANOTHER ACCOMPLISHED MALE.............MASTER!!!!
As Linda lay on the couch in the dressing room of the south end
lounge, she visualized and felt that heartless, male cock stuffed
up every hole in her body and her begging and pleading for more
as she watched her "weights" jerk and swing from her stretched
tortured breasts and their nipples and felt the same thing going
on in her nether lips.
NOW,.................AS THEN.............SHE LOVED IT! And she
hoped to God the sexy, big, blue eyed, bearded guy out at the bar
was both still there and not just another "bullshit artist" in the
Dominant Male...............NO,.............MASTER........"business".
We shall see, she thought, as she opened the door and stepped out.
(And at this point, your friendly narrator interrupts, to insert
a short WARNING to would be male "MASTERS" who think they can/could
handle a "LINDA" and provide her the sort of SATISFACTION she desires....
.........nay,.....requires!
Such creatures, like the lovely Linda, do, indeed, exist. They are complex
and driven.............and they can literally tear an inexperienced male's
most treasured appendages off...............if you do not play the "game" the
way they want it played. To the poor bastard who ONCE utters an
apology for ANYTHING, she will deliver the rath of heaven and
hell combined.
The care and "training" of a TRUE SEXUALLY SUBMISSIVE FEMALE - there are MANY
PHONEYS who do it for $$$$! - is not something one undertakes without
a thorough knowledge of both the "art" and the "devotee" to that "art"!
If you think I jest.................try it...........but be
prepared to speak with a high shrill voice for the rest of your
miserable life if you know not what you are doing!)
(And now back to "Linda" as she "investigates" a would be "MASTER")
Linda walked out of the door and to her right, stepping up to the
juke box just as B.J. approached it.
"Hey, BITCH, it's my set!", she screamed. "Wait your own goddamn turn!"
Linda looked down at her, contemptuously, and slammed a quarter
into the singing box. Then another. And yet another. She punched
in her chosen "songs".............VERY SPECIAL SONGS!......and as
she walked away, she hoisted a familiar and universally understood finger
in B.J.'s direction, never once giving her any other response.
She sat down by the cash register and waited for her songs to
come up. John looked down at her with raised eyebrows but thought
better of verbalizing ANYTHING. A very FORTUNATE and WISE choice,
indeed!
When the three songs Linda had chosen came up, she took the
stage.....and TOOK IT is the most apt way to describe the matter.
Once in motion, she danced as she had not danced in a long long
time.....all for the gentleman in the corner seat.........who, not
by chance, but by CHOICE,.....was still very much......THERE!
She never took her eyes off him, nor he, her. And as the
carefully chosen songs reached all the intentionally chosen
"passages" and "phrases", the two of them exchanged all the right
"signals".
By the time she got down off the stage, Linda KNEW she had a far
better than even shot at securing another credible MASTER! Where
she was "pretty sure" before, she was virtually certain, now!
This time, she didn't play stalling games getting to the other
end of the bar. She cut through behind the bar, around the stage
and up around the end where she sank into the still empty chair and said:
"If you're who and what I think you are, I've been waiting a long long
time for you..........Paul............MASTER PAUL!", in a low,
sexually tinted and tainted, throaty voice.
He smiled at her with those pale blue eyes...........leaned over with
his mouth and nose breathing hotly in her ear and said:
"Slide forward. Up against the bar. Spread your legs out against it."
"Fold your arms up on the bar. Lean forward. Like you're tired!"
And as Linda obeyed, he reached down inside her bikini pants and
fingered the four golden rings in the lips of her wet sex.
"Just four?"
"Uh-huh," came the subservient reply.
"What did you say?"
"Just four...........", and haltingly,..........."MMMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR"
in a low moaning, whispered tone.
"Better...........much better!"
"It's been a while, hasn't it Linda?" "How long?"
"Three years, MASTER..........almost four...........except for MISTRESS
MARLA..............who really doesn't count."
"Turn toward me. Keep your arms on the bar. Pull your top down off your
nipples," he commanded quietly in a whisper.
She rotated ever so slightly toward him, and secretively, with a timid hand,
bared her golden ringed pierced nipples to his gaze and his gaze alone.
"Professionally done," he stated, as if viewing some bauble in a
dime store window. "Raise it back up and sit up."
Linda slipped her top back over her sweating, pierced nipples and
breasts and sat back up in the chair. He took a cigarette from
her pack on the bar and placed it between her lips, as he raised
his lighter to it's tip. Linda's hand flew up to grasp his hand
over the back, fingers in his palm, guiding the flame while
carressing his cool damp palm with her finger tips. He lit the
cigarette and removed his hand, her hand going part way back down
with his before leaving it and releasing it ever so slowly and tenderly.
"Now, what was all that business about when you left here in such
a hurry?"
"I.......I.......Can't say!", she blushed, "I'm too ashamed!"
came the whispered response. "Can we PLEASE wait until later?.......
...........MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR???"
He shrugged and turned back to the bar.
Linda looked at him, carefully, thought for a while, and then said:
"I get off at 2:00".................."will you be here?.......MASTER?"
He turned his head toward her and said carefully:
"Is that what YOU want, Linda?"
"YYYEEESSS!".......came the low, horse, sexy, whispered reply.
He smiled at her carefully and got up from the bar.
She watched him equally carefully, as his back moved away from her and he
walked casually but deliberately to the door and out.
Linda sat there for a long while, and then, regaining her
composure, she finally got up and made the rounds of the room,
talking with all the regulars and settling in for a drink with a
new face that looked lonely and eager for company.
The rest of the night went interminably slow for her, but 2:00AM
rolled around. She changed hurriedly in the dressing room and,
with her travel bag swinging from her right shoulder, she bid
John a good night and headed out the door into the cool night air,
not knowing what might lay in wait for her outside. She hoped
that she had understood and that she hadn't assumed anything he
might not have actually said or meant.
As she passed through the outer door of the entryway leading from the
lounge, her eyes swept the parking lot in a hungering, hoping
attempt to locate the one person in this world she did not...NOW...
want to lose.
At first she didn't see him, and then, suddenly, she saw a tall
figure with his back to her in the back of the second row of
cars, talking to another guy. She walked across the open aisle to
the door on the other side of the car where he was standing and
waited, quietly. He completed his conversation with the other guy
and they shook hands. Then, slowly, he walked around the back of
his Lincoln Town Car to where Linda stood quietly waiting. She
looked up into his smiling face and those barely visible pale
blue eyes and smiled lovingly back at him as he reached down and
opened the door for her. With Linda seated inside, he closed the
door and walked around to the driver's side and got into the car.
Without looking over at Linda, he started the engine and drove quickly out
of the lot onto the street, and then out toward the main thoroughfare.
When he got about a mile down the road, he pulled off onto a side
road and then back into a small, quiet and private area among
some large overhanging trees where he parked the car and shut the
engine off.
"NOW, pretty, scared, Linda..........who thinks she MAY have
found a MASTER........what was all that about?"
"Please............MASTER...........do I have to tell you?"
"Have you told your husband, my pretty, very submissive, excited,
strange 'friend'?"
"NNNNNNOOOOOOO!", came the quivering reply.
"Then, perhaps, you'll tell me?"
And, with a slow moan for a start, she related the whole sorry
tale of her repoed Firebird, the Friday and Saturday Night
"Private Parties", her "pay" for the performances and the two
feared and dreaded "repeat engagements" coming up on the weekend.
When she was through, she hung her head down on her chest and
started to sob, quietly, with body wracking shudders.
He didn't say a word. He just reached over and started the engine
and put the car in gear, then drove back out toward the main
highway and when he got there, asked:
"Which way?"
"Left", came the soft reply.
And she directed him carefully over the streets that led to her home.
As they approached her house, she said "the green double on the left,
by the old white chevy", and he angled up to the curb on the
opposite side of the street.
She looked at him carefully, not knowing what to say or to do next.
He solved the problem for her, in a hurry.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll stop by at 10. You'll be here; correct?"
A timid "yyyeeesss" followed by a long sigh.
He looked across the street at her house and said very calmly,
"Good Night, Linda!", "and.........sweet dreams, my beautiful and sexually,
submissive match!"
She got out of the car and as she walked across the street, he
drove away.
The next morning, promptly at 10, while Tammara was at school and
Johnny was down working on the ICIC job, her new 'chosen' master appeared
at her front door. She opened the door and stepped back to let
him in, but he simply took her right hand in his left hand and,
with his right hand, laid five crisp new one hundred dollar bills in it,
wrapped in a small white paper band. Without saying a word to her, he turned
and walked back across the porch, down the steps, out the lead walk,
got into his car and drove away. She stared after him in
disbelief and amazement, then looked down at the small green
objects in her right hand and noticed a phone number on the white
wrapper enclosing them. No note. Just a phone number.
When the shock wore off, she hurried around like a demon possessed
woman, getting herself ready to go retrieve the Firebird from the
impound lot. After two hours spent retrieving her car, she returned
home just in time to fix Tammara's lunch and send her back to
school. She spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get up the
courage to call the number, but never managed it.
That night, she drove to work and danced her 9 to 2 shift without
a hitch, except that she had the pleasure of telling John she'd
not be "entertaining" Friday or Saturday Night and, when he asked her
what she meant, she said she didn't need the extra money any more.
To her suprise, he just shrugged and said, "suit yourself. It's
fine by me."
When she walked out the front door at two in the morning, she was
happy as a lark, but very puzzled about the non-appearance of her
benefactor..............her new found master, she hoped.
The next morning, she hustled her two "troops" off to school and
work by 7:30 and then determinedly sat down at the kitchen phone
and, retrieving the white wrapper from her purse, she dialed the
phone number. A male voice answered with a deep firm "hello".
"Are you busy?" "I don't want to bother you," she said in her
lowest, sexiest, and most submissive and subservient tone. "I
missed you last night..............are you alone, now?" she
blurted out.
"Nooo, I'm not alone, but it doesn't much matter whether I am or
not,..........now does it?"
That puzzled her some, but she went on.
"Thanks for the....ah......'loan'; I got my Firebird back yesterday
morning...........and......ah........I don't know how a can thank
you................." and her voice drift off uncomfortably.
A low, firm vice responded, "you'll figure out something, I'm sure,
when you've thought about 'us' long enough.........and believe
what you've seen and felt so far."
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, followed by a VERY low
and sexy "I already have thought about 'us' and I want to meet
you to 'prove' to you that I.......do.........'believe'.......NO,
I KNOW...............are you free today?"
"Drive down to the Riverside Condominiums, on South Riverside
Drive at Lexnard. Park your car in the underground condominium
garage in slot 44 and take the elevator to the penthouse level -
I'll be in Penthouse Apartment Number One," came the cool, deep
and very strong reply, followed by a dead line.
She rushed around the house like a mad woman, leaving a note for
her daughter and one for her husband, just in case. After
hurriedly showering, making herself up and choosing her best,
most conservative skirt and blouse outfit, (being particularly careful
not to "encumber" herself with either a bra or pants, thus making
matters simpler, later), sliding into her highest pair of black
high heels, (purposely failing to wear either panty hose or nylon
stockings to add to the simplicity), she stormed out the door to her car
and drove like a demon, downtown. During the silent fifteen minute drive
downtown, she thought about the events of the past few days,
giving careful attention to her recollections of Parkersburg and
her first, and perhaps, in reality, ONLY, real MASTER, and as she
was thinking about him, she reached in her purse and extracted
her small, sequestered bottle of Shalamar Oil and began applying
it carefully to her quaking, shivering body as she zipped through
traffic toward a..........................a new chapter in her
life as a true sexually submissive female............she hoped
and prayed it was a 'new chapter'.
Minutes later, her Firebird parked in stall 44 in the basement,
she rapped timidly at the door to Penthouse Apartment Number One on
the very top floor of the condo on the Manamanee River, downtown.
End of Part I - Chapter 7
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
A NEW MASTER..........AND SOME OLD MEMORIES
Part II - Chapter 1
The door opened slowly and, glancing furtively and quickly both
ways down the long hallway, Linda hurriedly stepped inside. As the
big heavy, ornate door closed behind her, she looked up into
those pale blue eyes on the tan bearded face, not really daring
to speak, but thinking she really ought to say.....something.
He reached over and slipped her travel bag off her shoulder and
set it up on the counter behind the door, which was part of a small
wet bar. As his hand released the bag on the counter top, it
retrieved a black object before making its journey back toward her.
As he raised the object up off the counter, he reached up with his
other hand and grasp the dangling end and raised a black leather,
three inch wide, buckle ended band. As it rotated in his hands, Linda could
see that it had stainless steel studs covering it all along one side.
Turning the strap so the studs faced away from Linda, he raised it
horizontally and carefully slipped it beneath her uptilted chin, wrapping
it around her slender throat and neck and buckling it firmly and most
knowingly at the back of her now shivering and trembling slim neck.
Without a word, he turned and walked over to a high, soft cushioned and
armed bar chair and, turning toward her, sat down.
He pointed to the counter top, where an array of black, stainless
steel studded, black, leather straps with buckles lay in waiting........
..........Linda walked timidly to the counter, and facing him, began with
deliberate and loving care, to retrieve them one at a time from the counter
and place them carefully.....AND TIGHTLY.......around each of her
trembling limbs.
When she had completed the task, she walked around the counter
and over next to his high padded chair, black stainless steel
studded bands of leather some three or four inches wide gleaming
at her throat, on her two wrists and just above her two ankles. She
turned her back to him just a foot or so from his chair and placed her
two leather encased wrists behind her on the skirt covered cheeks
of her protruding behind.
The sound of the old, familiar "Click - Snap" reached her ears, twice,
as she felt the D-Rings on the steel studded, leather restraints tugged
toward each other and locked together securely.
He slipped slowly out of the chair and walked around in front of her,
looking her straight in the eyes. A strong hand settled on her head and
pressed her firmly downward to her knees. As the hand left her
head, it descended in front of her and then to the side of her skirt,
where it was joined by its mate. The waist band of her skirt was
quickly opened as the hands expertly undid the hooks from the
eyes and then lowered the "hidden zipper" to its very bottom stop.
The skirt was quickly pressed downward by hands on both of her small
but still protruding hips, until it lay crumpled around the base of her
upper kneeling legs, on the floor and across the tops of her backward
extended lower legs and pointed toes.
A firm finger reached under her pantyless sex, touching the
budding opening of her anus, and then traveled slowly and
knowingly back forward and up through her now very wet sex
toward the high, sensitive "V" at it's top where an expectant and
shivering small fleshy knob waited in anticipation and expectation;
expectations that were about to become thoroughly fullfilled!
As the finger slowly and tantilizingly passed over the small, sensitive,
sheathed button, having first brushed between the small golden rings hanging
from her outer lips, it withdrew, and rising in front of her body, settled
on her lower lip. Linda slowly ovaled her mouth and laved the wet, long finger
with her senitive adoring tongue as it slowly slid into her mouth. From the
time the finger first touched her below, she stared steadily and longingly
into his pale blue eyes.
"Welcome, pretty Linda, with the rings of gold........welcome my
pretty, submissive slave to the continuation of your training by
a master who knows you and understands you as none have before,"
came the firm, strong male voice from above, as she licked and
sucked on the moisture coated finger that now exuded the smell
and the taste of her rising passions.
The finger slowly and lovingly withdrew from her mouth and then
two firm hands reached down under her pinioned arms and lifted
her slowly up off her knees and the floor and placed her gently
on her high heeled feet. He turned her slowly and lovingly around and
guided her swiftly down a large hallway, one hand on her leather
collar and the other on her leather cuffed wrists, leaving her skirt
laying crumpled, behind on the floor.
As she was propelled through a door at the end of the wide
hallway, he hurried her quickly to wide, carpeted, open expanse at
the foot of a huge, skirted, four poster bed where he raised her secured
arms, and their binding black leather straps, swiftly upward up behind her
as she bent obligingly forward at the waist and her head descended to stare
from between her naked, high heeled feet and legs, under the arch of her
sandy brown hair covered sex at the firm male legs rising behind her.
"Click-Snap" and he walked in front of her downward thrust head
and shoulders, her connected hands and upward extended arms now tensioned by
a long stainless steel chain hnaging tightly from a large steel ring bolt
screwed into the ceiling far above.
He reached down under her bent, now quivering upper body and slowly undid
the buttons of her blouse, raising it outward and upward tucking it over
her hoisted, tensioned arms.
His hands left her arms and the blouse and did not return for a
moment. When they did, they brought two fierce looking nipple
clamps with them which he placed over the twin, hardened tips of her pierced
golden ringed nipples and screwed down......TIGHT. Linda moaned softly
and her body trembled.
The knowing fingers left their tortured and clamped "victims"
behind to be incessantly grasped and compressed as Linda continued to moan
softly and breathlessly, for the first time blurted out......"MASTER,...
...OH,.... ........MASTER,............HOW I'VE WAITED FOR YOU!......
..SO LONG... .....AND SO................LONELY!!!"
"Quiet,..........little one..........you........WILL........speak
in due time.................when you are...............'READY'!"
He moved off toward the high four postered bed and returned to
kneel at her leather encased ankles. As she gazed through her
legs he attached a long black rod to her left ankle and then
lifted her right foot and spread it wide where he attached the
other end of the rod with a "Click-Snap" and set her high heeled right
foot carefully back on the floor. The position caused her arms to raise
still further from her body as she settled downward in a wide open,
forced and spread stance, the ringed lips of her protruding and engorged
sex slowly opening to reveal the beginings of an ever widening
valley and the ever so slight pulsating, opening and closing
movements in the mouth of her wet and aching sex.
He stood up slowly and reached over to stroke the cheeks of her
naked behind gently as he walked toward the door and then down
the hall way. After what seemed like hours and hours to Linda, he
returned to her ever so slowly and deliberately. As she gazed
between her spread legs under the frame of her spreading four
nether rings, she saw the tight leather pants and bare feet of a....
MASTER.............HER MASTER...............RETURNED!!!
He slowly bent down and carefully released the ends of the rod from her
tight, wide, leather ankle cuffs and then stood up equally slowly.
Reaching upward, he released her connected wrists and stood her
upright under the dangling stainless steel chain and its clasp.
Linda looked upward at the heavy chain and huge eyebolt and shivered
again. Working swiftly, without comment, he removed the connector from
between her wrists, swung first one wrist and then the other around in front
of her, pulling them upward while stripping the blouse from her in one
fluid motion. As the blouse slid first down arm and then down the other,
her wrists flew upward to be captured by the familiar "Click-Snap". And then
sudenly and swiftly, as Linda stood with her wrists suspended in
front of her glazed eyes and breathed heavily, he reached swiftly
downward and thrust his finger through the D-Ring in her ankle strap
and thrust her bare leg up before her eyes and dropped the D-Ring
into the clip holding her wrists. She heard the telltale "Click-Snap" and
felt her other leg grasped and driven swiftly upward where the she
watched its D-Ring drop into the same clip and heard the very,
very FINAL, "Click-Snap". AND LINDA...........SUBMISSIVE SEXUAL
SLAVE, LINDA,.............HUNG SUSPENDED FROM A LONG STAINLESS
STEEL CHAIN DESCENDING FROM A LARGE STAINLESS STEEL RINGBOLT HIGH
IN THE CEILING,..............ROTATING SLOWLY, HER BOUND SUSPENDED
BODY SOME THREE FEET CLEAR OF THE PLUSH CARPETED FLOOR!
SHE WAS "HOME".....................AT LAST!!!!
Helplessly drawn upward, engorged, hardening nipples trapped between
twin punishing jaws that brought back the moans and the rippling shivers
from so long ago.
She tipped her head backwards as she saw him approach, knowing
that the leather strap and round rubber object in his hand was
soon to be placed in her now gaping, wide mouth. He slid the
device swiftly into her eager mouth and strapped it securely
behind her damp sweat coated hair, and then turned to retrieve a
a very fragile looking short, many, thonged whip...........which
instantly begin spinning in his MASTERLY trained hand as it
slowly hissed its whirling song of love and caressed her
compressed sex lips and hanging behind.
As he "kissed" her continuously with the whirling "lover", Linda
began to moan and to sing her submissive sweet songs........rising higher
and higher until she flew over the peak, her cramped sex contracting and
dilating deep between her tightly pressed lips as the singing lashes of her
'lover' reddened her and stroked her to a place she had longingly sought
for all these many lonely months and even years.
As she slowly rotated in her panting, suspended position, after
her unreasoned and total climax, she felt a hand release her
ankle and the set her high heeled foot on the floor, followed by a repeat
as the other foot was carefully lowered. Her wrists came free from
the long shiny chain, hanging, still and very starkly from the bold
shining ringbolt above. Linda gazed lovingly up into those pale blue
eyes as his hands removed the strap from behind her head, she
exclaimed in a breathless hiss.........."thank you, my
master....oh thank you......so much...........may I lick you and
suck you and.......................?" as her quivering voice
slowly faded to a whisper and stopped.
Her master walked around to the high four poster bed where he
rolled onto his back and stared out at her naked, sweating form.
Nipples still hardened and clamped tightly from the top of her
golden nipple piercing rings upward. She walk slowly around the
bed and slid her naked protruding buttocks across the silky
cover. With her back turned to him, she slowly raised her arm over his
lower belly and let the elbow settle on the bed. She quickly
lowered the zipper on his tight leather pants and worked them down
off his hips toward to his knees as he raised up to accomodate her.
Reaching swiftly under his suspended twin sacks, she placed two
fingers on the track that his rising seeds of passion and climax
would have to follow as they sped upwards to and through the extend rigid
shaft with its smooth, circumcised head, now rising before Linda's eyes.
With the other hand, she reached inside of her mouth........and
carefully withdrew her imitation teeth and set them carefully on
the bed beside his outstretched thighs...........and then slowly
lowered her ovaled mouth and drove the smooth, reddening shaft to
the back of her throat..............circling the base of the
shaft with a petite but ever tigthening thumb and forefinger, as
she massaged the base of the swelling shaft expertly, first slowly and
then more rapidly, straight up and down.
As her attentions grew more frenzied, she slip the rounded head
from between her lips and leaned the rigid shaft backward on his
hair swirled belly where she laved it from the base to the tip,
over and over and over again, paying careful attention to the
senitive, still empty "tube" that left the shaft and rose up to
join the head below the split side of the darkening head. As she
whipped her talented tongue over this hypersenitized area, he
moaned softly and then let out a deep throated groan.....AND
LINDA SMILED............then raised the lengthening shaft upward
and drove her tightened lips down over it as she tightened her
grip on his two swollen sacks, pressing ever inward and upward
with her two fingers on their underside up into his groin and
tightened the grasp of the rising and falling thumb and fore
finger encircling the base of his shaft.
She licked and she sucked as she drove him deep into and out of her
throat, with incoming and outgoing sounds of held and then
released, life giving, lung filling breath.
And as she drove onward, responding moans and groans reaching her
ears, and she felt the telltale signs in her sack cupping hand as she blocked
the rising rush of his hot bubbling sperm with the two carefully placed
fingers beneath the now contracting, spasming sacks. Held thus in
check, lovely "slave" Linda drove downward with her lips until
they touched the thumb and forefinger circling the base of the
shaft and then turned her throat muscles loose to milk the long
thick shaft and squeeze the sensitive head in microbursts of
strong muscular contractions....................and turned her
"master" into a slave to her talents...............as she drove
him wild with need and the desire to "come"...........while
holding him in check and pushing him higher and higher, ever
upward to dizzying frantic heights.
She listened to him moan and fertively plead.......as he mouthed
strings of passion driven words and pleas.........and as she
increased the pressures of both sets of fingers and drove further
down on the still dry, now trembling and shaking shaft.
After she had held him in check for almost a full minute,
listening to him moan and feeling him rock from side to side and
rise upward in an ever increasing pistoning motion, she grudgingly
removed the two blocking fingers at the base of his hanging, now
shrinking twin sacks and tightened her entire curled hand around
them to assist them in their contracting finale......as she kept
the circled fingers at the base of the shaft tigthened and
allowed nothing to pass upward until she raised her head upward and looking
down her sloped pretty nose, released the the bubbling upward rushing
torrent at the base of the shaft. As formerly trapped male semen rose
swiftly upward in the tube on the back of the shaft, she popped
her tight lips over the deep purple head and strangled the base
of the head, thus filtering the sperm as it screamed upward
through the taut stretched connecting tube and causing sensations
few males have or will ever experience as the boiling stream exploded
into her mouth................and then Linda dropped straight down to the
base of the rigid quaking shaft with her ovaled and tighted lips
as the hot male sperm shot into her clasping throat and down into
her eager receiving belly.
She stayed down in that position for as long as she could, then
rose upward, slipping the smooth hot head back out through her
ovaled, still tight lips, and then kissed the wet sticky tip as she
rose steadily away.
She reached down on the bed and swiftly retrieved her "little secrets",
placing them firmly back in her amazingly wet, but not sticky mouth before
they were seen, and then turned around and smiled with a passionate, wide
eyed "subservient" (well, perhaps, a "little" subservient and submissive!)
and satisfied smile. The look that she got in return, from and
exhausted and panting "master" was one of absolute wonder and amazement.
"MMMYYY MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR LIKES HIS SLAVE?" she whispered in a
low husky voice..............observing the nodding, gasping reply
with some considerable amusement.
Later, she told him the long and torrid story of how she gained
such exsquisite talent and how "her little secret" had come to pass.
(Yes, he had "noticed" the exquisite "difference" of a very
smooth and toothless mouth skimming up and down his "manhood"......
..............AND HOW HE HAD................NOTICED!!!...........)
He listened quietly, not wanting to interrupt. And when it was
finished, he reached over and pulled Linda on top of him where she
quickly and expertly rose up and thrust his recovering shaft deep
inside her still hungry and eager.........nay, starving!....deep sex.....
and she rode him and rode him with long driving, engulfing and
tight squeezing strokes as he lifted her trapped, hardened
nipples toward the far away ceiling................and they both
came together in a moaning and pleasure filled orgasm that left each
as a total integral part of the other, feeling and searching and
finding at last!
Linda feel asleep laying over Paul belly to belly and breasts to
hairy chest, nipple clamps and all. About and hour later, just before
noon, she got up and walked into the bathroom where she tended to
her needs and took a quick shower. After toweling herself dry,
she applied liberal amounts of shalamar to her body and strolled
quietly back into the room with a soapy wash cloth, a hot plain
water soaked wash cloth and a large dry towel. Her nipple clips
were still firmly in place!
She sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly grasped the shrunken
and flacid shaft laying on Paul's lower belly and slowly lathered
it and his hanging manhood, being careful not to hurt him in the process.
That task, completed, she rinsed him clean with the wet, hot
plain water wash cloth and dried him with gentle pats. Of course,
"MASTER" PAUL woke up early in the process, but he never said a
word. When Linda finished and had thrown the wet wash clothes on
top of the towel onto the floor beside the bed, she got up from
the bed and walked over to a large leather satchel at the foot of
the bed.
She rummaged around in the bag for a while and then returned with
two very wide buckling thigh straps which she slipped around her
upper legs and buckled tightly on the inside of each thigh. She
handed Paul three double ended snap clips and then got onto the
bed and rising over him, settled down with her knees on either
side of him and settled her clean, scented sex down on top of his
now rising shaft, taking him, again, up inside her, and then
settling down tightly until she and Paul were tightly "joined"
with their curled pubic hair welded together. She retrieved one
of the double snapping clips from him and connected the D-Ring on
her thigh strap to the one on her ankle strap. She repeated the process on
the other side. Then she thrust her hands down behind her and
forced them out to the side where Paul clipped them together and
Linda swung them back behind her and reached down with her hands
to begin playing with Pauls loose male sacks laying on his legs,
enveloped by Linda's hot ring pierced spread sex lips.
Paul lay there quietly as she set herself up the way she wanted
to be. When she was through, he was astounded to realize that she
was sitting backward on his upper legs, her soft bottom resting
tightly on them, her sex resting tightly up against his......and
bound in that position and unable and VERY unwilling to rise!
Linda gazed down into Pauls pale blue loving eyes and began to
tighten and loosen all of the internal muscles in her lower belly
and in her behind. A rippling, clenching and releasing effect
that caused Paul's deeply buried and growing shaft to be
alternately squeezed and released.
Linda gave absolutely no outward signs of effort or motion,
except that Paul could see the muscles in her lower belly
rippling back and forth and could feel the cheeks of her behind
clenching and unclenching on his legs.
"Paul?............MY SWEET MASTER PAUL...........I want to tell
you a story about me.............and I want you to listen carefully
and try to understand who I am and what I am............", Linda
said softly.
"While I tell my story, I want you to feel me and how I react to
the story................I won't move much if at all, and you,
eventually, will "come" one or more times............enjoy it and
be my MASTER.............PLEASE, PAUL?", Linda finished in a deep,
throaty and already sexually driven voice.
"Proceed, lovely slave...........LINDA...........PROCEED!", Paul
said softly but authoritatively.
End of Part II - Chapter 1
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
PAUL GETS THE FACTS FROM LINDA....IN AN UNUSUAL WAY
Part II - Chapter 2
And so.......on a bright Spring afternoon..........high above the
city in a plush and luxurious penthouse...........Linda began to
tell Paul.............her hand picked and specifically chosen new
MASTER...........her sexual submissive's "life story".
Seated on Paul's naked legs, wrists secured in leather straps whose
large and very strong D-Rings were securely fastened together behind
her back, (her restrained hands and fingers reaching gentlely downward
under her bare behind to cup Paul's hot, loose twin sacks and constantly
squeezing and manipulating them!); with each of her straddling upper thighs
and lower legs bound tightly in thick leather straps and secured tightly to
each other by connecting clips between their equally strong D-Rings;
with the golden ringed, soft, spread lips of her aroused sex slit
spread open and flared at the base of Paul's rising and engorged
male shaft which was buried deep up inside her; in this strange "postion"
Linda told Paul some of the many details of "Linda's Past".
As Paul listened quietly and attentively, he watched Linda's
crouched and splayed muscles react to the details of her experiences
in that hot, frightening basement room in Parkersburg, ten years before.
As she related the terrifying and intimate details of her introduction to
submission, punishment, male domination and sexual bondage, while graphically
describing her physical and mental "reactions" to each new bondage and
punishment session, Paul watched and felt her trained internal and external
muscles ripple with microsecond spaced contractions and relaxations.........
......taking care to remember the parts of the story that set off the most
extreme and continuous bursts of involuntary muscular spasms and reactions.
Each time Linda began another episode of the sessions on the
"mounting ring" with her first master, seated there with Paul's manhood
buried deep inside her rippling and wet sexual passage, Paul
strained to prevent her from prematurely ejaculating him with the
rippling but otherwise motionless onslaught. And each time Linda
reached the part of a "session" where she had been driven into a
total state of sexually submissive, orgasmic abandon.......she
repeated the ACTUAL orgasmic reactions.........seated there on top
of Paul's rigid shaft, with accompanying moanings, pleadings and beggings
documenting what Paul could readily see and feel going on in
Linda's highly excited sexual organs.
He carefully watched the clamped, pierced and ringed nipples grow
darker and flare outward and upward in the jaws of their
punishment devices as she took him through one session and
orgasmic phenomena after another............from so long ago.
And when it was over and the tale of her first master....MASTER
CHRIS.........had been thoroughly and effectively told.....Linda
relaxed and settled gently and tightly down on him as she smiled
impishly down at Paul's reclining, naked body, looking longingly
into his pale blue eyes and softly said,............"Paul,....my
MASTER, PAUL...............you are a very special person and
'friend' to me..............do you understand that?"
Paul nodded, slowly.
"I am a very strong and very self-reliant woman with a lot of
very frustrated pride and extremely mixed emotions", Linda went on.
"My mind will not allow me to EVER put this sexual fantasy/reality
business of mine of being some well educated and knowledgeable master's
very personal, total, sexually submissive slave.........IT JUST WON'T!"
"I've tried every way I could think of to get rid of 'Linda the
sexually submissive female'................AND COMPLETELY AND
TOTALLY FAILED!!!..............ABSOLUTELY AND TOTALLY!"
"Perhaps, Linda.........you simply need to separate 'Linda the
- normal - mother, wife and career seeking/striving woman' from
'Linda the sexually submissive slave'", Paul volunteered.
"In total honesty,.....my beloved Master Paul, that is precisely what I
am doing...............HERE!.............SEPARATING AND 'EXPOSING'
MYSELF..........BOTH BEFORE YOU AND TO YOU!", Linda sighed.
"I tried it one other time and got horribly and terribly hurt.......
............and nearly ended up being a full time 'SEX SLAVE' to
a VERY accomplished master who took slow but total control of me
until I had no 'other life'", Linda explained to Paul.
"Almost four years ago, I was 'converted' from a thousand dollar
a night.........some call it a 'trick'!..............'Call Girl'
into a perpetually bound and punished sexual submissive by my
second REAL MASTER..............ALEXANDER..........ALEX!!" "It
happened slowly and gradually, in a way I simply was not prepared
to deal with..............and probably, even now or in the future,
couldn't handle if it occurred again", Linda said sheepishly and ashamed.
"He just simply 'snuck up on me' and before I knew it I was back in
restraints and being manipulated twenty-four hours a day, seven
days a week for almost four solid months!"
"How did you get out of it, Linda", Paul asked out of curiosity
more than anything.
"Johnny somehow found me and after a lot of hell raising and
threatening, he got me free and took me back home!", Linda exclaimed.
"And you were 'pleased' that he did, Linda?"
"Not really..................part of me was overjoyed to be free
and back to 'normal'..............really elated!" "But another
part of me was thoroughly pissed..............mad as hell.......
because no matter how much they were hurting me; punishing me;
using me..........and really and genuinely abusing me.......I
loved every sick, frightening and demeaning minute of it.......
..........even when the terror and pain was so high and more was
constantly being both promised and delivered without fail or let up.....
..........even then, I was like a trapped butterfly with it's
wings pinned to the wall...........watching and waiting and then
feeling myself torn apart.................and 'cumming' constantly
just thinking about what ALEX really COULD do to me if he wanted to....
..........and he always.........'WANTED TO'..............ALWAYS!"
Linda sighed and settled back down onto Paul, who had noticed, as
she had touched the fringes of the Alex matter....MASTER
ALEX.....that Linda's involuntary 'reactions' had swiftly returned.....
.......only faster and with far fewer 'details' driving them. He
cataloged the events and the reactions in his mind for use in some
later voluntary "Show and Tell" session from and with Linda.......when
she was ready for it and WANTED to tell him.
Throughout the past hour and a half, Paul noted to himself,
Linda painted a sorry and sad picture of her husband, Johnny,
while painting a picture of hope and a future far different than
her own for her daughter Tammara. Tammara, it became quickly
evident, was Johnny's leverage point with Linda and he used the
eight year old, only daughter Linda had or could have, as an
absolute weapon against Linda. "The guy's a fourteen karat son-of-
-a-bitch and has to be carefully watched and handled", Paul
thought to himself as he made himself a mental promise to do just
that............take care of Johnny and keep him at bay.
"OK!................So exactly what do you want me to do about
all this and you, Linda?............and let's deal with our
pretty, driven, wanting and needing, 'sexually submissive Linda'
first, shall we?" Paul said matter-of-factly, staring deep into
her eyes for a response and waiting patiently.
"I don't know..........(long pause)............MASTER!" "I really
and truly don't!" Linda whined with an embarrased look on her face.
"I suppose......what I am about to say will sound crazy as hell to you....
..............coming from and 'EX'-HOOKER (emphasis) like me the
way it is................(long pause)..............."but there is
no way in the world I can...........shall we say.........'GET MY ROCKS
HAULED'..........'GET OFF SEXUALLY', is probably a more
descriptive term................without a REAL MASTER TO AT LEAST
'ASSIST' ME,.................Paul..............MASTER PAUL!!!",
came the reasoned and simple explanation.
"....................and now that I've found you.........I really
would like to keep it that way................if you'll let me.....
.............MASTER." she said ever so softly and with a deep and
quivering voice, her glazed eyes staring down at her still clamped and
pinioned, tortured nipples, her chin pressed on her upper chest.
Paul reached up and grasped the tight, squeezing nipple clamps,
raising them abruptly upward before Linda's smoldering, downcast eyes.
The viciuosly clamped nipples stretched upward, the small breasts
straining to similarly shape themselves upward as they, too, elongated
to keep up.......................and rippling muscle contractions
across Linda's lower belly, her seated buttocks and her doubled
up and compressed legs, especially her inner thighs, all whipped
forward, downward and backward to slam into the mouth of Linda's wet
but previously relaxed, stuffed sexual passage.................
"NOW........................YOU SIMPLE, SEXUAL VESSEL.......MAKE
YOUR MASTER CUM!!!", Paul commanded her.
"DO IT NOW!!!..............WITHOUT LIFTING OFF OF ME AND WITHOUT
YOUR HANDS....................DO IT.................SLAVE!!!", he
added forcefully.
Linda stared into his eyes through the frame of her upward
tensioned nipples and breasts and Paul's long fingers and arms as
they pulled upward and twisted outward on her pain wracked and
stretched chest..................and then bore down on his buried
shaft with every muscle she had!
The mouth of her puckered upward and stuffed sex slammed downward
around the base of his engorged shaft as the once soft inner walls of Linda's
oft used and violated sexual core and stretched birth canal began to
close tightly and ripple continuously over the lower third of the
growing, hot male organ.....................the upper two thirds
pulsing inside the wet and slick depths of her deepest and
tenderest sexual organs..........altered sexual organs that made
ALL things SAFE!
For ten solid minutes she stared into his eyes and urged him onward with
plaintive pleas and entreaties............as she described to him explicitly
what she was doing to him.......VERY VERY EXPLICITLY...................
"MY MASTER'S COCK WILL BE FUCKED AS IT'S NEVER BEEN FUCKED BEFORE!!!"
"...................NO, MASTER.............NO, NO, NO, NO........don't do.....
.......TTTHHHAAATTTT.................let MMMEEE do it.......AAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!"
"uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh.......hhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh.....that's
it.......................oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh........yyyyyyyeeeeeeesssss....
.................I can feel you growing iiiinnnnnnssssiiiidddddeeeeee
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"yyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss................ddddddddoooooooo
iiiiiiiiitttttttttttt.........fffffffeeeerrrrrrrtttttiiiillllllzzzzzeeeee
yyyyyyyyyyoooooooooouuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr slave's womb....................
..............fffffffffffiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllll mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeee
wwwwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiittttttttthhhhhhhh hot scalding cccccuuuuummmmm!"
And as Paul stared into her glazed, staring, lust filled eyes he felt
his thickening, expanding and lengthening cock squeeezed and
stroked continuously and endlessly until, with a soft groan, his
boiling sperm shot upward from the base of the shaft.........AND
WAS DAMMED OFF AS IT ROSE UPWARD BY TWO INCHES OF THE TIGHTEST "HAND"
HE HAD EVER EXPERIENCED..............A WET ALL ENCOMPASSING AND
SURROUNDING HAND THAT CLAMPED HIM LIKE A CLENCHED FIST.........AND
SQUEEZED UNMERCFULLY..........................
"PLEASE MASTER.................PLEASE HURT ME!.............PLEASE
MASTER!!!!..................TEAR MY NIPPLES OFF MY BREASTS........
......................OHHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMAAAAAAASSSSSTTTTTTEEEEERRRRR!!!
................AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH...........MMMMMMMMYYYYYYY
NNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!"
, Linda screamed at the top of her lungs as Paul............MASTER PAUL!!!...
....................LINDA'S MASTER PAUL!!!!!...............inficted blinding
punishment on Linda's grossly distorted nipples.
He released her right nipple, and while pulling upward on the left
one, slapped and battered it mercilessly with his now free hand........
.......whipping the punishing finger tips back and forth across the ever
reddening breast from Linda's flattened lower chest up to the
base of the stretched and tortured nipple.........................
.......................and as Linda lowered her head, pulling her
body downward to infict still more pain, her quivering, tight,
"shaft choking lower mouth" released his swollen shaft and let the cum
boil upward inside of her, shivering, shuddering and moaning her orgasmic
surrender while the muscles in her lower belly dispatched yet another
"pleasure train" from below to meet the "pain train" coming down from
above.......and she literally screamed.....
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MASTER...............OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS...............FUCK ME!!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSSSOOOOOOOO GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEEERRRRR!
Paul waited until Linda slowed her screams to frenzied moaning and cooing
and the throes of her orgasm died and then gentlely released the tortured
nipple and its clamp......................
Linda swiftly leaned over and slid off him, rolled onto the bed,
struggled to her knees and with her arms bound behind her and her
legs bound tightly in a kneeling position, hovered her head over
the coated and still rigid shaft and began licking and sucking,
laving and savoring the fruits of their mutual sexual accomplishments.
When she was through, she sat upright alongside him and looked
down lovingly into his eyes and....and licking her sperm coated lips
continuously with her tongue.....she said.........."Yes, Master.....
.................I think you ARE.............MY MASTER!!!!"
Paul reached over and released the nipple clamps from Linda's
breasts, casting them swiftly aside. He released her leg clips
and reached around behind her where he released the clip that
joined her wrist cuffs.
"PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE MASTER?"...."Can I be put back up on that
chain for a while???................ooooohhhhhh wwwooouuulllddd
I lllllliiiiikkkkkkeeeeee tttttthhhhhhaaaaaattttttt", Linda hissed
in a low throaty voice.
Paul got up and walked to the foot of the huge four poster bed where
he extracted a four foot long, two inch in diameter gleaming
stainless steel pipe with caps screwed on each end and a large
ring bolt facing upwards and downwards at its center and two large
ring bolts extending downwards about two inches from either end. He
walked with the strange long pipe bar to the stainless steel chain
still dangling from the ceiling and threaded the chain through the one
of the ring bolts that pointed upwards from the center of the pipe bar.
Raising the pipe bar upwards as he threaded the chain through its
upward projecting ring, he then wrapped the chain around and
around the bar and clipped it to a link in the dangling chain
above the bar. He wheeled around and stared at the speechless and
panting Linda as he leaned down and dumped the contents of the
leather satchel on the foot of the bed. Retrieving a handful of
metalic objects from the bed, he walked over to Linda and thrust
his hand into her sweat drenched hair and literally dragged her,
bent severely over, to the suspended stainless steel bar.
He released her hair, grasped her right wrist and stretched it
upward to one of the outer ringbolts on the bar's tip where he quickly
attached the D-RING on her wrist cuff to an outer ring bolt. The
motion was repeated with Linda's left wrist resulting in her
standing tip toed, almost suspended from the overhead bar, her
arms stretched widely outward, upward and attached D-Ring to
Ring Bolt, to the swaying bar. Paul returned to the bed and came
back with two fairly long stainless steel chains with clips on
both of their ends. He reached down and yanked Linda's right
ankle upward and outward until it was about two and a half feet off the
floor, leaving her teetering on the toes of her left foot........
............and then swiftly attached the chain to the ring bolt
that held Linda's right wrist to the bar and slipped his hand down
its suspended vertical length to the suspended chain's bottom.......
..........which he snapped into the D-Ring in Linda's right ankle
cuff. Savagely, he reached down and snatched Linda's tip toeing left leg
at the ankle and repeated the process with the remaining stainless steel,
double clipped chain, securing her left ankle the same two and half feet
off the floor, suspended from the left most and left wrist capturing ring bolt.
He stepped back and viewed his efforts with a smile, as a speadeagled and
spraddled Linda stared back at him in the throes of rising excitment, passion
and much desired, rising pain.
Paul walked to the bed and came back with two more long chains
with clips on their ends, which he looped up over the straining
and swinging bar and then carefully hooked to the D-Ring on
Linda's thigh straps on each leg. When he was through, Linda's spread,
still dripping, sex splayed out some three feet above the plush carpeted
floor, her sperm covered sex and its ringed outer lips spread hugely and
obscenely before him with her legs suspended and extending slightly downward
from taut chains attached to her studded, tight black ankle and thigh
cuffs and the swaying bar above.
Satisfied with her 'position', he walked back to the bed and
returned with a leather strapped ball gag and the much hated
leather strapped "mouth ring".
Linda started to protest wildly as the jerking and twisting
motions made the bar bounce and sway in the air.
Paul walked over to her, reached over her shoulder and grasped a
mass of her flowing hair in his hand and turned her eyes to face
into his................as Linda pleaded, "NNNNNNOOOOOO,........
........MMMMMAAAASSSSTTTTTEEEERRRR...........PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!
................NOT THE MOUTH RING.............IT HURTS..........
..........SSSSSOOOOO MMMMMUUUUUCCCCCHHHHH!!!!............", and
in a low moaning voice.........."It'll ruin my teeth!!!........
........please don't use it..........ppppppllllleeeeaaaasssseeee?"
He tipped her chin forward onto her chest while his other hand
dropped the two strapped silencing devices and reached upward to
her mouth. She looked at his hand in front of his mouth and
understood instantly............as her mouth opened and her
tongue withdrew to help him extract her upper and lower full
dentures from her mouth. That done, he took them over and set
them gently and carefully on the bed. Returning, he retrieved the
ring strap and the ball gag strap from the floor and stuffed
first one then the other into Linda's now wide open and waiting
mouth, and then consecutively wrapped the straps around the side
of her sweating head and buckled them tightly over her hair on
the back of her head.
That also done, he returned to the bed and retrieved a smooth looking
leather bondage hood with zippers down both sides of the face and
others where the mouth and the eye section were firmly attached
and closed. As he approached Linda her eyes widened in fright and
she shook her head "NO"...............but he loosened the side
zippers and slid the hood tightly down over her head amidst
moaning, now totally muffled pleas for him not to do it.........
.............and then slowly lowered the head trapping and
enclosing side zippers one at a time down the sides of her face
and over her jaw and on down her neck to her shoulders until....
..................her head was totally encased in a bizarre
leather hood that emitted short snorting gasps of air through two of its
four very small remaining orfices.............two small nostril holes
positioned tightly under Linda's now totally encased nose.
He walked around behind her and loosened the wide leather neck
strap she'd been wearing since early in the morning and carefully
slipped it forward out from under the base of the hood around her
neck, then brought the gleaming stainless steel, studded, black
strap back tightly but gently around her neck and over the hood
and rebuckled it tightly at the back of her neck. As he finished,
he reached down under Linda from behind and began playing with
the mouth of her sex, her ring pierced lips and and her anus with
his right hand......................teasing and squeezing and
probbing her continuously as he watched her head bob back and
forth in front of him, slowly nodding up and down.......
He went back and retieved another short chain with double clipped
ends from the bed and returned in front of her where he attached
the clip to the empty ring bolt over her head, then reaching upward
with his right hand, he thrust his fingers through a large three inch
D-Ring mounted on the very top of the black leather hood and lifted upwards
until the dangling clip on the end of the short stainless steel
chain was "Click-Snapped" into the D-Ring and Linda was partially
suspended from the long swaying bar by her upward stretched head
and its imprisoning hood. As he stepped backwards to view her now
totally helpless bound body in its obscene splayed and suspended position,
he could hear her frantic and almost pleadingly pathetic snortings coming
from the holes in the hood under her nose and could barely make
out tortured moaning and gurgling sounds coming from her leather
encased mouth and throat. He walked back and listened to her as she
slowly calmed down and breathed in slower but still labored, snorting
breaths and decided she was 'safe' for the moment, but he'd have
to pay very close attention to her movements later as he "worked
with her" to make certain she did not suffocate if panic overtook her
and caused her nasal passages get blocked with fluids.
The bondage hood covered her ears but had a small hole over
either ear so she could hear SOME things as he wished. There were MANY
things he did not want her to either hear or see.........just FEEL!
Paul decided that he had better establish a "signal system" with
Linda before they went any further. Leaning over and placing his
mouth next to her left ear hole, he said "Now, Linda, my lovely
and helpless 'slave', we begin! But, before we continue, there
are some rules I want you to learn."
"First, if you want me to stop and remove the hood and the ball
gag, hold up one finger on each hand." "If you understand that,
turn your head toward your left and then turn it back."
The chained black hood and it's pretty, encased and silenced face
turned toward him, stopped, and then turned back to face forward.
Leaning his mouth back to Linda's left ear hole, Paul said "Second,
if you want me to do more of anything that I am doing to you,
hold up two fingers on each hand." "If you understand THAT, turn
your head toward your left and then turn it back."
The leather encased head literally flew to the left and then
back. As Paul stood looking at Linda's leather encased face, he
saw two fingers extended on her left hand and looking at the
right hand, the same two fingers stretched toward the ceiling frantically.
He leaned back over to her left ear and said "OK, pretty and
sexually submissive.......SLAVE LINDA...........YOU ARE MINE TO
DO WITH AS I PLEASE!............LET US BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND YOU!!!"
Again, both hands emphatically extended two rigid fingers. As Paul saw
them pop up, he reached under Linda and ran two fingers through
her wet, spread slit, starting from far up behind at the base of her
spine, down over her puckered anus over the mouth of her
thoroughly wet and gaping sexhole and on up, slowly, into the V'ed
hood and it's sensitive sheathed little knob. Withdrawing the
fingers, he knelt on one knee and licked up into the flaring hood
as Linda went berserk with moaning, gagged sobbing and pleading
and her body bounced in the air as he continued to increase the pressure
and frequency of his tongue "strokes".
Linda continued to bounce and twist in her restraints as the breath
escaping from the two small holes in the hood under her nose
snorted rapidly and picked up in intensity.
He finished with his attentions by thrusting three fingers up
inside her and rotating them slowly around in a circle as he spread them
and extended them to feel the smooth, round "mouth" of the entrance
to Linda's now infertile womb at his probing, stroking finger
tips. Then, he slowly withdrew the fingers and stood up. Off to the
side, in the edge of his vision, he could see two extended
fingers on each hand as they thrust upwards emphatically. He
chuckled and walked over to the bed to retrieve his next series of
"surprises" for Linda.
Returning to stand in front of her, he reached down and placed
the collection of items on the floor under Linda. There was one
three inch wide black leather strap with a buckle at it's end and
punched holes to receive a buckle at the other. In it's center
was a very short one inch strap with a buckle at it's end
sticking out perpendicular to the larger three inch strap and sewn
and riveted tightly to the three inch strap. There was a fairly
long one inch wide black leather strap with one of its ends looped over
and sewn back into the strap so that a 'threading loop' for
another strap was created............a loop large enough to slide
a three inch strap through. On the other end of the one inch
strap were punched holes to receive a buckle. There was a strange
looking very small "clothes pin" like device which was about one
third the size of a normal clothes pin. It was made of metal and had
slightly ridges "jaws" at the "business" or clamping end. The
ridges were not extreme but, none the less, THERE! There were also two
steel "eggs" or spherical ended cylinders with wires coming out of one
rounded end of each. The wires, about ten feet long, led to a
small black box with three buttons and a small dial or knurled
"tuning" knob on it. And, finally, there was a two inch in
diameter, flesh colored, rubber male organ about six inches long
with a set of adjustment knobs and buttons on the bottom or base
of the device and another male organ the same as the two inch one
except that it was three inches in diameter and abouth seven or
eight inches long.
Satisfied that he had "everything", Paul knelt down so that his
knees were almost under Linda and centered below her glistening
crotch, where he proceeded to pick up the two inch diameter male
organ off the floor and raise it slowly upward to the puckered
mouth of Linda's nether hole. He hesitated for a moment, and then moved
it to her gaping sex hole where he inserted the entire length
slowly and then withdrew it just as slowly. Satisfied with the
coated, wet, glistening surface of the shaft, he placed the
imitation circumcised head at the rear hole and pressed the shaft
slowly up inside Linda until only the base and the control knobs
were visible.
That accomplished, and the soft dildo in place, he reached down
and picked up the other, larger three inch monster and placed the
circumcised headed, soft, rubber surfaced device at the spread
mouth of Linda's now VERY wet sex and pushed it slowly up inside
her, puckering the mouth of the wet and now contracting hole
inward as the thick device traveled inward and upward. Once
"seated" with only the control knobs and buttons visible, Paul
reached down and retrieved the strange looking, little, metal, clothes
pin like device from the floor. He extended his tongue between
his lips, squeezed the handles on the little device together,
and slipped the slightly serrated (but not severely!) "jaws" over the
end of his tongue and released the handles. "OUCH!", he mumbled.
Squeezing the handles again, he removed the device from his
tongue and adjusted the tension spring with his fingers, then
tried it on his tongue once more. "Better", he thought. "Just a
little pressure and no real pain, YET, but with TIME,....YES!!!"
Paul extended two fingers of his free hand forward and spread
wet lips of Linda's sex. He slid his fingers upward until they
propped open the "V" that led up to the hooded little "digit" at
the top of the upside down "V". Inverting the little clothes pin
like, metal clamp, he squeezed the small handles together and
brought the clamp downward from above around the hooded digit and
slowly released the handles. As the metal "jaws" closed around
the now very slightly protruding button and its hood, he heard
a quick and deep intake of Linda's breath through the twin holes
of leather hood far above him and saw her legs begin to quiver. Releasing
the handles completely, he picked up the remaining items on the
floor and stood up in front of a now sweating, moaning and panting Linda.
With his hands full of other devices, he leaned over and blew in
the earhole of the hood and said, softly, "Like my 'attentions' my sexy,
helpless Slave?", while watching the two fingers on each hand
stay raised as before. They'd never gone down. There was a long long
sigh from the front of the hood.
Paul walked around behind Linda and slid the three inch black
leather strap around her waist. Just before he buckled it in the
back, he slid the three inch strap's loose, holed end through the
sewn looped end of the long, one inch, black, leather strap, then
tightly buckled the three inch strap around Linda's naked middle.
The broad, black strap, wound tightly around Linda's belly and back,
presented a bizzare contrast to her tanned flesh, especially with
the long and narrower strap dangling down Linda's rounded rear
cheeks almost to the floor and the soon to be filled buckled strap
protruding downward in front, over her sweating belly button.
He walked around in front of Linda and reached down between her legs
between her spread cheeks and pulled the hanging one inch black leather
strap foward between Linda's sweating cheeks with his right hand,
while he turned the anally inserted two inch fake rubber cock on
and adjusted it upward to it's highest setting. The reaction was
instantaneous as Linda began to moan and bounce in her suspended
position. As he pulled the one inch leather strap forward, tightly
over the vibrating rear male "engine", he laid one of the small,
silver colored, steel "eggs" with the wire leading from it on the
strap and pulled the strap upward between the lips of Linda's now
dripping sex, wedging the egg sideways between the two soon to be humming,
pulsating and pistoning vibrators, in the space between her two,
thoroughly stuffed, holes.
As he lifted the one inch black leather strap upwards toward Linda's
belly and the one inch buckle dangling from the three inch belly strap
around her middle, he turned the knobs and adjusted the speed
to its highest setting on the three inch male organ buried in
Linda's contracting front hole. The second high speed, pulsating
and pistoning engine brought more moans and more "dancing" in her
suspension system from Linda. As he started to insert the one
inch belt in the buckle above it, on Linda's sweating belly, he
inserted the second, silver, oblong egg crossways in the wet slit
of Linda's now vibrating and pulsating sex and snugly under the rising
black strap between the vibrating front three inch monster buried
to the hilt in Linda and the clamped and reddening hood and it's
now not very protected "resident" above the droning three inch monster.
Then, he pulled the one inch strap up tight and completed the crotch
snugging, sex splitting path and position of the unique one inch
leather strap that now secured five maddening devices tightly in
the length and breadth of Linda's womanhood.
He stepped back, the little control box...with the wires leading to the two
buried and hidden silver, egg shaped bullets...in the palm of his right hand,
and admired his handy work. Linda was split from back to front by
a one inch wide, black, leather strap that pulled tightly down
between her now straining and tensing buttocks and up through the
spread valley of her sex.................tightly snugging, burying and
trapping the five "presents" he had just "given" the helpless and
moaning Linda as she hung suspended and spread in the air some
three feet off the floor. He knelt down under Linda and attached
the four small, gold, peircing rings through her lips to the edge of the
wide leather straps bound around her straining thighs. Two rings were bound
to each thigh strap by means of a small, double ended clip, each of
whose ends captured one of the small golden rings and then pulled
it and it's pierced, wet lip toward the thigh strap, where the
other end of the clip was slid through a small hole punched in
the edge of the broad, black, leather strap encasing Linda's thigh
near her now vibrating and quaking, split womanhood.
The narrow, black, strap continued to severely split Linda's widely spread,
humming, pink valley and the "buried" five strange "presents" up inside her
and through the length of her "core", while the lips of her spread pink and
tender valley were stretched and bound to the thigh restraints by her four
small, gold, piercing rings, two on either side of the buried and
now darkening black leather "pussy strap" as sex splitting strap
is sometimes called.
Paul smiled, walked to the bed and retrieved the small, many
thonged, light weight "pussy whip" and returned to stand just a
foot and a half in front of a moaning, groaning Linda whose two
fingers on each hand were still sticking up in the air very
visibly.
Paul began whirling the soft leather whip thongs in a circle,
moving their sweeping, arcing tips toward the now dark and
thoroughly wet strap blackly cutting Linda's spread sex down the middle.
As the tips made contact with the strap and the spread, pinned
lips, they emitted a soft "slap-slap-slap" sound and Linda began
to go wild................moaning under the hood and trying to
move downward and forward into the whistling, soft, leather thongs
of the spinning, whirling small whip. As the sweat began to
really pour down her strapped belly, Paul flip a switch on the
little box in his hand.
The "results" were incredible. Linda went absolutely wild......bouncing
and swaying in her chained suspension from the overhead bar.....moaning
and snorting like a mounted mare.............driven sexually beserk
by the never before experienced series of simmultaneously
inserted, clamped and placed devices in her sensitive sexual core.
Out of the corner of his eye, Paul saw one finger extended on
each hand and quickly pitched the whip onto the bed and unzipped
the hood. He swiftly lifted it from her head and was greeted by
two wide open and very glazed over eyes that glassily stared into
his eyes with more love than he had ever seen in his life. Linda
pushed at the ball gag with her tongue and shook her head
indicating she wanted it out of her mouth. Paul reached over her
shoulders and carefully unbuckled and removed the gag. It left
her mouth and a plaintive and moaning sexy voice said...........
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh..............Mmmmmmmmaaaaaaasssssstttttteeeeerrrrrrr!"
"It feels sssssssssooooooooooo gggggggooooooooooddddddd!"
"you ARE my master!!!!"
He turned the knurled knob on the little box in his hand to
"high" and dropped it on the floor, while advancing toward Linda.
He kissed her full on the mouth and she rimmed his mouth, through
the mouth ring, with her flying, darting tongue. He reached
behind her head and entwined his fingers in her wet hair. Lifting
her mouth off his, he watched her frantically still trying to lick
him with her darting tongue.
Eyes closed, she blurted............"FUCK MY MOUTH MASTER!" "PUT
YOUR PRICK IN MY MOUTH AND RAPE IT...........ppppllllleeeeaaaasssseeee?"
He reached under her and released the clips on the four gold sex
piercing rings that held her drenched nether lips to the thigh straps.
Then, he walked over and unclipped her right hand, allowing Linda to
reach up and grasp the swinging, bounding, suspension bar. He repeated
the action, releasing Linda's left hand, which also grasped the bar.
Slowly Paul resumed his position in front of Linda.
Quietly, he said, "Let go of the bar, my pretty, submissive and 'horny'
slave".....as he grasped Linda's shoulders and lowered her carefully
by the shoulders until she was horizontal, supported by his hands under
her shoulders and the ankle and thigh straps chained and suspended from the
the swaying, gleeming, overhead bar. Linda obediently let go of the bar on
the way forward. Carefully, she reached forward and grasped for his throbbing
erect manhood as she swung slowly downward. She wrapped one hand around the
base of his shaft and let the other hand and arm curl back behind his tense,
naked rear.............and then guided him slowly and carefully forward,
inserting him effortlessly and precisely through the mouth spreading, large,
stainless steel ring that had once, long ago, received her FIRST MASTER....
.......CHRIS...........and welcomed him to the devouring and milking
confines of the whores mouth and throat.........the journey that few
woman besides Linda could confer on any man...........PROVIDING THAT MAN
WAS A..........MASTER! LINDA'S MASTER!!!
The "insertion", though slow and puposeful, was astoundingly fierce as she
squeezed her drewling lips tightly closed over the advancing shaft, her cheeks
hollowed with the increasing suction, until, at last, the nose on her bent
back head was rubbing the thin, black line of hair rising up the middle of
Paul's lower belly. Paul, shivered with pleasure as Linda's tongue slithered
rapidly around and under his imprisoned and deeply buried shaft. The darting
tongue carressed the center of Paul's throbbing, aching manhood as a pair
talented lips closed off the base and a contracting throat began the rhythmic
milking that would lead to a crashing join climax for master and slave alike.
And the five devilish gifts drove Linda ever farther and faster as she forgot
about breathing and bore down on the ultimate climax for both.
And then............mercifully........Paul began to deliver Linda's wish.....
...quickly swinging the suspended, naked, sweating and bound body swiftly
backwards and forwards on the fleshy engine as Linda's mouth, tongue and
throat continued feverishly to seek the rising and surging tide of Paul's
ultimate climax to a symphony of snorting, frantic gasps, lust filled
moans, and flesh muffled screams of pure submissive, sexual pleasure
from a wildly orgasmic and totally satisfied slave..........who had her
"MASTER"..........HER LONG LOST "MASTER".......precisely where she wanted him!
He fucked her this way for a long, long time being careful to let
her breath between the vicious, slamming, long strokes deep into her mouth
and contracting throat...........and just as he was about to come he swung her
backward away from him making the shiny swollen head "pop" free from her
tightly gripping lips.
Linda's lips flew open as she screamed...."NO MASTER.......NO! NO! NO! NO!
...................IT'S MINE!..................I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH!
.........................pppplllleeeeaaaasssseeee?"
Backing away, his reddened and throbbing shaft bobbing in front of Linda's
face, lowered her shoulders downward toward the floor. Linda extended her arms
downward to lower herself face down toward the plush carpeted floor, her wide
and obscenely spread legs still swinging from the overhead bar as
her sweating and quivering rear pivoted upwards and forwards.
Linda continued to babble and plead and moan as Paul picked the whip up off
the bed and, walking around behind her suspended, split legs,
and positioned himself to resume the litany of whirling black thonged
"lover" Linda had learned to worship and adore years ago on the
huge stainless steel "mounting ring" with her original "MASTER OF
THE RINGS"!.
Paul, purposefully and systematically began whipping Linda's clenching ass
cheeks and hugely and obscenely split sex slit as Linda went wildly
from one terrifying orgasmic peak to another.....screaming and moaning and
begging for more, and more and more and more.....without letup or surcease...
........as the two vibrating eggs, two vibrating, pulsing and pistoning cocks
and the small metal clamp on her clit raped her ever so thoroughly and.....
......the whirling, slapping, black thonged "LOVER" drove Linda
to heights only two other men........MASTERS... ......LINDA'S MASTERS!!!!...
...............had driven her so completely before.
Delivering final a series of devastating and vicious strokes up
the dripping, pulsating, strap cleaved and hugely split valley
of Linda's wildly climaxing sex with the whirling "lover", Paul
flung the slippery and dripping whip aside.................as he
swiftly and surely reached under the sweating 'slave', unbuckled
the drenched one inch leather strap at her panting belly and swept
it back whipped it free up through her dripping sexual 'mouths' stuffed
with artificial cocks and out of the valley betwwen Linda's tensed,
spread, ass cheeks and onto her straining back. Quickly, Paul snatched
the three inch pussy plugging cock out of its spasming hole with
a loud slurping "POP" before the little, buzzing, silver "eggs" hit the
floor. Driving forward with all of his weight and energy, Paul
slammed his swollen and neglected cock into the gaping, climaxing
hole that was Linda's wide spread pussy and fucked her unmercifully....
...continuously.................taking his master's "due"...............
And as the driving shaft streaked inwards and the swinging male
sacks slapped the soaked, split valley below.........Linda raised
her begging, pleading entreaties to a fever pitch as she screamed
for MORE AND STILL MORE!!!
With one final slamming stroke deep into her, Paul filled the
screaming and pleading sexually submissive Linda with the steaming
product of their joint efforts, mingling spurting male cum with sloshing
female juices deep in the depths of a well fucked cunt and its
flooded womb.
And Linda.....SLAVE LINDA.......rode over the "peak" and coasted
downwards with a satisfied, final shudder and long, groaning sigh!
As Linda lay dangling and spread from the overhead bar, her arms
pillowing her head and shoulders on the floor, she squeezed the
two inch artificial cock out of her ass with a loud "pop" and
gave her Master's cock her undivided attention as her contracting
muscles massaged the last drop of cum from his shrunken balls.
But........to Linda's absolute wonder and amazement, her orgasmic
extravaganza failed to significantly diminish.............and would
in no way cease......................due to a devilish and willful
'trick' her new master had purposely added to the panting, pleading
sexually submissive slave's heretofore "known routines" and experiences!
The persistant tiny metal jaws of the simple but highly effective
device clamping Linda's still pulsing and triggering sexual stem
and center of the source of the crashing orgasms would not allow her to
retreat very far from the 'peak' as, 'mysteriously' and unexplainably, Linda
continued to experience orgasm after orgasm in a continuous and unending
string...............the effects of which had Linda viciously rubbing her
rigid and burning pierced nipples back and forth across the
plush carpeted floor to add the needed element of pain to the
again rising freight train of pleasure...........thus driving the
orgasmic string onward and upward..............ENDLESSLY! And not
until the tightly and wetly clasped Paul chose to reach under the
pleading, begging and panting sexual submissive........his complete
and total SLAVE.....................would Linda be able to retreat
from the realm she so thoroughly and completely LOVED..........a realm
she, now, no longer could control...................AN ENDLESS REALM
OF WILLING, PLEASURE AND PAIN FILLED, ORGASMIC, SEXUAL SLAVERY AND
TOTAL SUBMISSION...............a realm Linda entered willingly
with only a VERY FEW MALES................"SPECIAL" MALES!
LINDA WAS, AT LAST......AND AGAIN........."HOME".................WITH
HER TRUE AND NEW SEXUAL MASTER!!!!
And it felt......GOOD........ssssoooo ggggoooooooodddd!!!! As she
pleaded endlessly for it NEVER EVER TO STOP!
(And that is how Paul became Linda's NUMBER THREE AND LAST REAL MASTER!)
End of Part 2 - Chapter 2
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
Part 2 - Chapter 3
MASTER PAUL LETS LINDA DOWN...........SLOWLY.........FINALLY!!!
As Linda hung from the overhead heavy "trapeze bar", attached to it by the
chains attached to her ankle cuffs and thigh cuffs, shivering and quaking in
her continuous orgasmic orgy, her pierced nippled breasts rubbing
back and forth across the plush red carpet of the master bedroom
and her pleading, begging and moaning hoarse voice entreating
Master Paul to give her more......MORE......M-O-R-E...............
.............Master Paul reached under her slick, wet and dilated
sexual "mouth" and grasped the small, carefully placed little metal
alligator clip that squeezed her tortured and hooded love button
ever so firmly, but not savagely, and started to release it........
.......Linda began to scream and plead with him..........."NNNNOOOOO
.......MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRRR.........NO, NO, NO!!!" "PLEASE DON'T
DO THAT TO MMMMMMEEEEEEEE!...............PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE LEAVE
IT ALONE..............PLEASE????".....................
Shaking his head, Paul backed away from her and watched her gyrating
and trembling through her orgasmic wonders............a continuous
and triumphant parade of pure sexual gratification that never
deminished and simply went on and on and on.....................
.....the sweating, shaking, squirming sexually submissive and "conquered"
LINDA looked over her shoulder and under her suspended shaking
legs at Paul and very lowly and huskily said.....................
.........."PLEASE, MASTER PAUL...........'FIST' ME!!!!..................
....YOUR SLAVE NEEDS SOMETHING INSIDE OF HER....PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE?"....
Shaking his head in absolute amazement and wonder, Paul returned
to his former position behind Linda, between her hugely splayed
and suspended naked legs, where he inserted the fingers of his
right hand into the wet, black depths of the contracting vaginal
passage and, curling them together with his thumb curled into the
palm of the now pointing hand, he thrust steadily forward sinking the
extended hand deeper and deeper inside the panting, moaning Linda....
...until the last of the thumb disappeeared from view and the wrist
slide inward and downward.........................................
.................as the finger tips touched the mouth of Linda's cervix
Paul opened the imprisoned hand and formed a firm fist, then rotated his
hand and wrist from side to side inside the stretched, contracting and
releasing passage, wet with orgasmic juices........................thinking
back, to himself, of the few times he'd done this to any other
female, Slave or otherwise......and remembering the 'request'
they'd made for him to do it and then the catterwalling, pleading
crys as it was slowly accomplished...............but NOT LINDA.....Oh no......
....NOT LINDA!!! She just moaned a gave a satisfied sort of
grunting sound as the hand bottomed out..............
Once the fist was closed tight inside of Linda, Paul began to
pull backward, dragging the now wildly screaming and sobbing Linda
backward across the bright red carpet on her flattened chest and the ringed
nipples and their firey breasts....................................
..............pulling the fist up into and through the spreading,
stretched passage with a suctioning, slurping sound until it came
free with a loud......"POP"..............covered with the slick,
hormone rich coating of a bitch in heat........................a smell
that drove Paul nuts with desire.......................even now after
all Linda had done to 'satisfy' his 'needs'............
.............. and Linda continued to scream and cry estatically and
wildly with every ounce of sound her vocal cords could develop
after the long orgasmic seige...................................
And then the sound level died to a low slow............."AAAAHHHHH
YYYYEEEESSSS MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRR.............SSSSOOO........
..........GGGGOOOOOOODDDD...........SSSSOOOO.....SSSSTTTTRRRROOOONNNNGGGG!!!"
................."YOUR SLAVE HAS BEEN PUNISHED MASTER PAUL..............
......SO WELL PUNISHED................SIR!!!"
Then and only then did Paul reach swiftly under the still quaking
and dripping spread hole and remove the small metal clip from
its imprisoned small button.....................................
...............which brought an..........."OOOOOHHHHHH MMMMYYYY
GGGGOOOODDDD...............I'M CCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG
MMMMMAAAAASSSSSTTTTTEEEEERRRRR!!!!"
..........standing three feet behind the sweat coated spectical of
Paul's life time, he thought to himself............"you've got to
be kidding, Linda...............what the hell was all the rest of
that continuous wild 'show'????" In time he would learn that
Linda did things "differently" from other women in the orgasm and
climax categories..............VERY VERY DIFFERENTLY!!!
.....shaking his head, Paul step forward and unclipped first the
ankle cuffs and then the thigh cuffs and lowered one leg and then
the other to the carpeted floor.
Once freed from her suspension, Linda rolled onto her back and
stared up at him with those big brown loving eyes and ran her
tongue around her wrinkled lips..............."SIR, MAY YOUR
SLAVE HAVE HER TEETH BACK, PLEASE MASTER" came the somehow funny
plea from the exhausted, wet woman sprawled on the carpet in
front and below him. He obliged by going to the bed and
retrieving the false teeh which he gingerly and gently handed to
the cow eyed Linda, who slipped them quickly into her mouth.
"Tell me something, Slave...........how did you manage to lose
your own teeth?", Paul asked her.
"Aaaahhhhh, MMMMaaasssstttteeeerrrr, do you really want to know?"
questioned a far less submissive Linda.
"Yes I do, Slave...........tell me!"
"Its not what you're thinking Paul,......really it isn't!"
"Linda, don't tease me or play with me!.......what happened?"
"Well, while I was in Parkersburg, at Chris' Place, my mouth got
really really sore and stayed that way for about a week; Chris
got concerned and took me to a doctor who immediately put me in
the hospital", Linda explained. "After a lot of tests and
mumbling among themselves and with Chris, the doctors told me I
had cancer in my mouth............the jaw bone(s).......and places
like that!" "I raised holy hell and broke down and cried for a
whole day as they ran more tests and took a lot of X-rays of my face."
"Two days after they told me about it, they wheeled me into an
operating room and put me out. When I woke up I had no teeth and
my mouth and whole face and neck burned like fire. They kept me
sedated for a week to lessen the pain........and it did!"
"Finally, Chris told me they had removed three fourths of my jaw
and cheek bones and some other stuff along with all my teeth. But
he said they were pretty sure they had gotten all the cancerous
stuff out of me, but that I was going to have to take X-ray therapy
for a while to make sure that it didn't come back. But, he and
they told me they had rebuilt all my jaw and facial bones with
some stronger artificial stuff so that I would look
normal....better than normal, in fact....AND THEY WERE RIGHT....I
DID", she explained to Paul.
"For three months I was sick as a dog and couldn't keep any food
down as they bombarded me with that goddamn 'cannon'. But it did
the trick and I'm 'cured' now, Paul........aren't you glad?"
Linda asked in a very sexy and yet somehow still a 'little' servile
and subservient way.
"Uuuhhhhh, hhhhuuuuhhhh.............you better believe I'm 'glad',
Linda.................but doesn't it bother you to have lost your
teeth at such a young age and been so close to dying", he asked.
"It did at first........but I discovered that I could 'surprise'
my lovers the way I did you today.......MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR
PPPPAAAAUUUULLLL!!!!" Linda said in a low, slow, sexy throaty
voice that was not in the least submissive, now.
"How many women have given you a 'head job' the way I did to day,
Master?......eh?" "I can slick your cock so smoothly and grip it
so tightly with my lips and gums that you can't cum until I
DECIDE YOU CAN, MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PAUL," Linda hissed up
at him almost defiantly. "I'm the best 'blow job" artist there is
in the world,.............SSSSIIIIRRRR!" (again, the defiance).
Looking down at her with disapproval, Paul bluntly said "AND YOU
ARE ONE GODDAMN DEFIANT, DISOBEDIENT, BITCH OF A SLAVE RIGHT NOW......
.............LINDA..............MY LINDA!!! What the hell am I
going to do about you?"
She looked up at him, still defiant, and said......"guess you'll
have to 'think of something' for 'next time' to 'punish me',
won't you........MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PPPPAAAAUUUULLLL?????"
And, with that, Linda got up from the floor and strolled into the
bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she looked over her
shoulder and winked at him with a very wicked grin on her face.
Thirty minutes later, Linda was gone and Paul had packed all the
stuff away in to leather cases and let him self out of the
apartment which belonged to one of his unmarried partners in the firm.
On the way out through the lobby he stopped in the building
managers office and asked about Penthouse Apartment Number Four
down the hall from where he and Linda had spent the whole day.
By the time he left the building, he had a receipt in his hand
for the deposit on Apartment Four and the first three months rent
and a one year lease agreement in his suit coat pocket, with an
option to buy into the Condo, either by buying Penthouse
Apartment Four or another of his choosing during the year lease period
with all the "rent" applying toward the purchase.
A rather pooped and sagging Paul wandered into the office just
before 5:00PM, just in time to be paged to the telephone.........
When he picked up the phone and said "hello".......a low,
throaty, sexy voice whispered back in his ear..................
"IS MY MASTER HAPPY WITH HIS NEW SLAVE?............DOES HE THINK
SHE NEEDS MORE PUNISHMENT, MASTER..................SIR?"........
"Yes, Slave......................she definitely needs more
punishment and I'll tell her where and when when I'm ready..........
..........and only WHEN I'M READY!" he said firmly and hung up
the phone.
"Aaaahhhhh, its started in earnest", he though, as he started to
jot down a list of people, companies, equipment and tools he was
going to need to "fix" up Penthouse Apartment Four the way HE wanted
it. He'd have to 'supervise' a lot of the "finish work" himself to keep
from causing a lot of raised eyebrows and talk about the
place....but he'd get it done in a month or two,.....of that he
was sure. In the interim, he'd stone wall the sexy, pushing Linda,....
......SLAVE LINDA.........until he was ready. AND, he'd stop by
that damn lounge frequently for very short periods of time, not
close to quiting time, to tease the hell out of her and make her
more obedient and ever more frustrated so that the next time he
"had her"...........in HIS OWN "playroom"...........she'd learn
something about him..............a lot!!! Though Paul doubted
that he could ever really make Linda genuinely fearful or scared......
............and he really didn't want to try. But if he could instill
and element of uncertainty in the thing, he just might be able to
give Linda something she wanted and hadn't had for what was
probably several years now.
He was damn sure going to try!!!!
The day after the "session" with Linda in the Penthouse Apartment,
'Master' Paul received a photocopy of a poem in the mail..........
...........it came in a plain, white, small envelope with his name
and the company Post Office Box address written on the front in
beautiful, obviously feminine, scrolling handwriting...........
........with a hand drawn, beautiful, spread winged butterfly on the
back, covering the whole flap. There were two "pins" drawn in the
butterfly's wings sticking it (her?) to the envelope flap!
Inside was this poem:
"SLOW ME DOWN, LORD"
"Slow me down, Lord."
"Ease the pounding of my heart by the
quieting of my mind"
"Steady my hurried pace with a vision of
the eternal reach of time."
"Give me, amid the confusion of the day,
the calmness of the everlasting hills."
"Break the tensions of my nerves and
muscles with the soothing music of the
singing streams that live in my memory.
Help me to know the magical, restoring
power of sleep."
"Teach me the art of taking minute
vacations - of slowing down to look at a
flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to
read a few lines from a good book."
"Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to
send my roots deep into the soil of life's enduring
values that I may grow toward the stars
of my greater destiny."
In the same beautiful handwriting as the address on the envelope
there was a short note at the end of the peom which read:
"for the 'minute' vacation,.....THANK YOU!"
"for expectations of things yet to come,.....THANK YOU!"
"But most of all, I humbly THANK YOU for being MY MASTER!"
//s// "THE BUTTERFLY"
Paul gazed at the poem and the note and read it over and over.
"so it begins," he thought to himself,......"the 'Lady' has class,
and then some."
And, indeed, as it turned out, "THE BUTTERFLY", Slave Linda, DID
have class even in the worst of surroundings and situations......
.....and perhaps, in retrospect, that may have been somewhat of
an UNDERSTATEMENT, from Paul's viewpoint, when it was all over
and Linda, beautiful Slave Linda, THE BUTTERFLY, was gone....FOREVER!
In the weeks that followed the arrival of the "letter" from the
"BUTTERFLY", Paul busied himself with "fixing up" Apartment Four
in the Penthouse high above the hustling and bustling downtown
streets and the river. He hired trusted, skilled craftsman whom
he knew well from his design firm and their contractor bidders
and projects. There were no plans, per sei,.......just daily
instructions from Paul............but the Apartment was "redone"
in a manner befitting Paul's "tastes".
His workmen friends probably thought he was a little touched in
the head because of the color schemes and strange things he had
them build and all the sound gear and electronic stuff he had them
install in the high ceiling rooms (10 to 12 feet floor to ceiling
in most places). They were all amazed at the automated piece of
"artwork" he had them install, in the center of the "Living Room",
in the center of the "Fountain" they had constructed for him with
it's sprays reaching upward from the terrazo pool and downward
from the mirrored ceiling above.
They stood in awe of the strange eight foot in diameter stainless
steel "rings" that were centered and pinned in the floor and
ceiling in the center of the fountain. When the tiny black
control box was used, the rings would rotate, one within the other
and between floor and ceiling at whatever speeds the operator of
the controls wanted. Very slow or very fast.
For a piece of "artwork", they certainly were heavy enough, they
had all agreed. Paul had directed them on the fittings to receive
the rings and then when all was ready, he had showed up one
morning with three workmen lugging the two rings into the
apartment in quarter pieces each. They spent all day with special
welding rod and welding equipment welding each ring together from
four separate pieces, in place, in the midst of the center of the
fountain. The next day they test ran the controls and all worked well,
as the water cascaded down and shot up around the rotating, gleaming,
heavy, stainless steel rings. They had all agreed they were
'unusual' and actually, sort of 'beautiful', in their own way.
If only they had been allowed to see the 'final addition' to the
'rings' they would have, perhaps, harbored other opinions and 'feeling'
about the 'rings'..........AND 'THE MASTER OF THE RINGS'!!!!
At the end of that day, with all the workmen paid off and gone,
Paul walked through the rooms of the apartment and examined the
various decorations and color schemes he had ordered installed,....
.......and especially the many strange "devices" he had had
placed throughout the apartment.
The living room had the famous "rings" in their "fountain" with a
mirrored ceiling and a side "swing wall", between the living room
and the rather large and well stocked kitchen, that rotated in panels
so that it was white on one side and black on the other. As Paul
pressed the control button that reversed the wall and made it
black, he reminded himself that he and Marla,....the bitch Mistress
friend of Linda's he'd met in the lounge one night, right after the
"session" down the hall in the "borrowed" apartment......that
Marla was supposed to be making a trip out of town to get the stuff they had
designed and their friend with the saddle shop had agreed to make.....after
a measuring session with Linda in his shop several weeks back.
The bare black wall didn't look very good without it's "adornments"!
He would fix that, later tonight, in the wee hours of the morning, with
Marla's help. Marla was fairly drewling over the prospects.......eager to pitch
in and help so she could participate and satisfy her special "needs".
It was going to be an interesting next few days Paul thought to
himself as he reversed the wall to white again to contrast with
the two other black walls and the mirrored glass windows that
covered the other, outside wall. He walked over and pushed a
button on the wall opposite the now white one and the wall
rotated in very small, shutter like, horizontal panels, until
they were perpendicular to their original position and a mirrored
plate glass surface could be seen behind them, fully exposed.
He smiled as he strolled through the door into the master bedroom
and gazed through the clear plate glass wall he had just exposed.
From the bedroom side you simply were looking at the living room
through a shuttered glass partition and could clearly see the rings in all
their living splendor. He picked up a second control box on the
night stand and pressed two buttons and then watched the rings
begin to rotate slowly around and around and one within the other.
Satisfied, he pressed two other buttons on the control box. The
rings stopped.
Picking up another control box from the night stand, he pressed a
button and the huge king sized bed that had been about three or
more feet off the red carpeted floor, posts set solidly in the
floor and anchored solidly in the ceiling,.......the surface of the
large bed sank slowly toward the floor exposing a large stainless
steel ring bolt set in each post, but previously hidden by the
raised bed, since they faced diagonally inward, across the bed
toward each other. He stopped the bed and went to examine the
ring bolts. They were set in tracks on the face of the large
wooden posts so that they could be slid up and down from floor to
ceiling along the length of the post. He pushed the release
button under one of them and slid it clear to the ceiling, then
returned it to it's original position and released the button.
Stepping back, he pushed anther botton on the control box and the
ringbolt began to rise on its own. Satisfied, he pushed another
button and returned the ringbolt to it's "normal", "hidden"
position (when the bed was raised, which it was not,
now....having lowered until the surface of the bed was only twelve
inches off the floor). He pressed another button on the box, and
the bed began to rise toward the ceiling, passing the ring bolts
and stopping only when it was about twelve inches from the high
ceiling. He pushed the "normal bed position" button and watched
the bed lower to a "normal" old fashioned, three feet or so off
the floor and stop. He put the control back on the table and
walked over to the bedroom wall that had on it a large, lighted, glowing
butterfly painted on a coal black background within a glowing circle
surrounding it. On the wings, body, head, and lower part of the
butterfly were slots in pairs that formed the outline of a human body.
Taking another control box from its wall holder next to the
circle and butterfly, he pressed a button marked OUT. The Circle
separated itself from the wall and moved outward into the room.
When fully extended, on a hydraulic ram mounted in the center
back of the eight foot circle, the butterfly was a good five feet
straight out from the wall. He pressed the "TILT" button and the
circle laid backward until it was horizontal and laying down on
the ram a little over four feet off the floor.
"Now, that", Paul thought to himself, "IS A MASTERPIECE!" And
indeed it was.............with the "slots" positioned from the
body measurements his Saddle Shop friend had given him after the
measuring session with Linda a few weeks back. When the wide
black straps the saddle shop was making were inserted through the
slots "somebody" was going to BECOME A VERY HUMAN, VERY TIGHTLY BOUND,
"BUTTERFLY"...............he couldn't imagine, "WHO"!
He hit the RESET button and the wall returned to "normal".
He pressed the button marked ROTATE and the circle and butterfly
rotated 360 degrees with the butterfly being upside down,
sideways and right side up through the rotation cycle. Paul smiled.
Placing the control device back in its holder, he walked to the
other opposite wall and as he walked out the door he hit the
button to close the shutters on the plain glass/mirrored
(depending on which side you were standing - bedroom/plain side or
living room/mirrored side!) living room wall. He turned to the
right, down a short hallway and opened the door into the bathroom.
The huge, deep, sunken tub (which doubled as a "Hot Tub" and
"Whirlpool" affair with water jets and air jets along it's
circular walls) dominated the bathroom. There was a toilet and a
strange looking additional fixture beside it. And there was a
large vanity with three sinks. The ceiling had all kinds of doors
and ringbolts visible in it. The large blank wall opposite the
vanity, toilet and other "device" looked very plain......the wall
between the bedroom and bathroom. But a touch of the button by
the door revealed yet another shuttered mirrored wall, plain
plate glass on the bedroom side and mirrored on the bathroom side.
But the dominant feature of the bathroom was the huge butterfly
within the circle on the wall opposite the entry door, over the
huge eight foot sunken tub. Paul took a control box out of its
holder and ran that wall "decoration" through the same "paces" as
the bedroom wall, only, this time he hit the LOWER button and the
hadraulic ram and butterflied horizontal eight foot circle sank
slowly downward to and then into the tub, all the way to the bottom.
Satisfied, he hit the RESET button and walked out of the
bathroom, turning the lights off and closing the shutters as he left
and closed the door.
He was whistling to himself as he entered the large, dimly lit
living room............Just as the phone rang in the kitchen on
the other side of black paneled living room wall. He strolled
into the kitchen and picked up the phone...................
"Sherwood Forest!......Robinhood speaking!", he answered with a chuckle.
"Paul, is that you?", came a husky, female voice over the phone.
"Yeessss, Marla, its me?" "What are YOU up to?"
"Just got the Van back from the custom shop.........THEY DID IT!.....
.......JUST LIKE YOU ASKED!............You're going to LOVE IT, Paul....
............MASTER PAUL!!!..............I do!!!.........MY GOD IS
IT 'NEAT'", she exclaimed breathlessly.
"Oh course it is, Marla.......my six years in engineering college
and twenty years experience in the 'field' guaranteed THAT!",
Paul sighed in frustration.
"Smart Ass!", came the reply.
"Paul, how's about we meet at the Lounge and see how 'our girl'
is doing?"
"You go ahead. I've got to take care of some things, first. Did
you make the trip out to the saddle shop and get all the gear?"
"Uh, Huh..........you didn't tell me you PREPAID for all that stuff.
I was scared to death he was going to want cash."
"It's all covered Marla.......did you run it against the order
sheet and check list?"
"Yah,.....it's all there.....and he threw in some neat extras
you're gonna love!...........MAN, will you love em!!!....I think
Dave finally got in the 'swing a things'"!!!, she practically
shouted over the phone.
"OK, I'll see you between midnight and One in the Morning at the
Lounge.....Linda IS working tonight isn't she?" he asked.
"Yup, and Johnny is out of town in Pittsburgh, working for three more
days, until Friday night...........and my sister is over at Linda's
place watching Tamara.........'for the night'......" She said
with a anticipating, sly connotation and inflection to her voice!
"OK, Marla, I'll see you later..........everythings set and a
'GO' here!" Paul said and hung up the phone.
"Yah,.......it sure as hell IS!", he thought to himself as he
reached into the refrigerator and extracted a can of salt free
Diet Rite Cola................"it sure as HELL is!!!"
He sat down at the kitchen breakfast bar and thought back several
weeks to the events that had introduced him to Marla and the
long, carefully planned 'event' that was about to take place in
this "apartment" in the wee hours of tommorrow morning and on
into the next three whole days.
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
Part 2 - Chapter 4
LINDA TENDS TO MASTER PAUL'S 'NEEDS' AS THE 'BUTTERFLY CAGE'
IS BUILT
(and MISTRESS MARLA comes on the 'scene')
After the long, all day session with Master Paul in the Penthouse
apartment, Linda spent a lot of time just dreaming about him and
about her next 'session' with him (if, in fact, it ever
'happened', which she prayed and hoped it did). She absolutely
KNEW there would be a 'next session' if she had ANYTHING to say
about it and she set about making very sure that Master Paul
understood, PRECISELY how much she wanted a repeat.....no, not
REPEAT......BETTER!..... performance set up.
Laying in bed, after she had gotten off work, the night of that
fateful day Slave Linda and Master Paul had 'played together' for
the very first time, Linda tried to think of something she could
say to Paul...Master Paul......or send him......that he would
really appreciate and that would say what she wanted said in a
nice way. She decided on sending him a copy of her favorite poem
"SLOW ME DOWN, LORD" and added some pointed comments at the end
of the page along with a drawing of a butterfly, a wall pinned
butterfly, spreadeagled across the back of the envelope flap in
brilliant colors.
Laying there in bed, she also reflected on how blunt he'd been
when she'd called him at his office around five o'clock. Was he
losing interest in her? Or was he, perhaps, a bit fearful or
maybe even 'sickened' by her 'performance' today? It wouldn't be
the first 'would be Master' who had gotten 'cold feet' after the
first real encounter with her and her strange tastes and extreme
tolerances to high levels of bondage, physical and sexual punish-
ment and just plain pain. She'd 'lost' a dozen or more such
squeemish 'masters' whom, once she started 'training' them and
familiarizing them in her REAL wants, needs and desires, had
backed away from her for good. Paul......MASTER PAUL......didn't
seem like that type to her, she reflected, while laying there in
the bed that night.
Linda finished the 'letter', put a stamp on it, got up and put
her robe on, walked down the stairs, out the front door and down
the street to the mail box on the corner. The cool sidewalk felt
good on her bare feet as she stood in front of the mailbox under
the street light and read the 6:25AM pickup time on the box. She
chuckled as she realized that if Paul was going to get this
'letter' today, the U.S. Postal Service's vaunted "in by 9 out by
5" boast would be put to the test really well, today. Glancing
down at her watch in the dim light, she saw it was 3:22AM and,
with a yawn, inserted the 'letter' and headed back down the
street, padding along in her bare feet, to the house to get some
much needed sleep. She was very stiff and not just a little sore
from the hours of 'love making' and 'special treatments' she'd
gotten from and given to her new found, she hoped, Master Paul.
That and the five hour dancing session had made her vow that
she'd never ever again try to 'get back to normal' so quickly
after a 'session' with MASTER PAUL.
When she got back to the bedroom, Johnny had come to bed from the
front room couch and started his 'twenty questions' routine with
her. God damnit, that pissed her off. He could stay out and play
around all hours of the night (and day) with whomever he wished
and she was supposed to keep her big mouth shut and not question
him or bug him about it. Like tonight, for instance. She'd walked
in the door from work at 2:20AM and he was asleep on the couch
with Gina,from the lounge.....asleep, HELL!......he was sprawled
over the top of her spread legs (one foot on the floor and the
other hooked up over the couch back) where he had obviously
'died' after doing his usual thing, with a blanket only partially
covering his bare, hairy little ass. She'd left him to sleep it
off still 'in the saddle' and had gone to bed, mad as hell that
he pulled such crap with Tammara in the house. Johnny could do
anything he wanted as far as she was concerned, just so long as
he didn't do it in front of her eight year old pride and joy.
Tammara WAS NOT going to end up being a 'Linda'.....no way was
she. Not if Linda had anything to say about it, anyway!
As Johnny pressed her about 'her day' Linda got really mad at him
and gave him holy hell about nosing around in her life and the
goddamn double standard 'you fucking male egotists' maintain when
it comes to what you can do as opposed to what your socalled
women are allowed to do. Linda effectively fended Johnny and his
questions off and settled in to her side of the bed, ignoring his
continued drunken bitching and protesting. Finally the booze and
the nights 'play' activities got the best of him and he fell off
into a sound sleep, snooring up a storm.
Linda lay there thinking back to Paul and the 'session, re-
creating all the events of the day in her mind. As she mentally
walked herself back through this first, learning and teaching,
session with Paul....MASTER Paul.......she could feel herself
getting aroused.
"Damn", she thought, "I'd sure like to have Master Paul alone
with me in that 'basement room' and 'slave palace' back in
Parkersburg.....he'd have a ball with me and I could really teach
him about what 'makes Linda tick'.......LINDA THE SLAVE!.......".
Linda kept thinking and dreaming of Paul....MASTER Paul.......
.....being the 'Master of the Rings' and of her being back in
their clutches and in HIS......until the thoughts made her
hornier and hornier and she finally got up and went in the
bathroom to satisfy her 'problem' by fingering herself vigorously
while squeezing and pulling her nipple and its ring with her free
hand. She worked herself to a credible climax and 'sort of'
orgasm and then went back to bed and fell asleep.
Two and a half hours later, Linda pulled herself out of the bed,
shut off the alarm clock, and went downstairs to make breakfast
and pack lunches for Johnny and Tammara. She kicked the sleeping
whore on the couch out the door and got her two 'troops' off to
work and to school. When she was sure they were both on their way
and long gone, she picked up the phone and dialed Paul's office.
The receptionist answered the phone and she asked for Paul in the
formal, business "Mr." terminology. She was informed that he was
out of the office for the day on a project and wouldn't be back
until late, if at all. Did she want to leave a message? "No, I'll
call back tommorrow", Linda had told her. The receptionist
informed her that he would be out of the state for two weeks,
starting tomorrow, and probably couldn't be reached in person
tomorrow or for the next two weeks. Was she sure she didn't want
to leave a message?
"No, that's OK," Linda said, disappointment probably showing in
the tone of her voice and voice inflections, "I'll try in couple
of weeks. It's really not THAT important that I reach him, thank
you." She hung up and sat there thinking that she just HAD to see
him sooner than two weeks from now. She wanted to find out, for
sure, if he'd 'accepted' her strange appetite for sexual and
physical abuse and bondage and her extreme need for sexual
submission.
"Of course he has", she thought to herself. "Otherwise, why in
the hell would he have brought all that bondage and punishment
equipment to the Penthouse Apartment with him and 'done her
thing' all yesterday if he hadn't?".
"Oh well", she thought, "I may as well get some more sleep. I
have to work the next three days and nights at the lounge from 4
to 7PM and 9PM to 2AM."
That afternoon, while Linda was up on the stage dancing the
second number of her three number set, around 5:30PM, she saw
Paul.....Master Paul....come through the door and head for the
empty seat at his favorite end of the bar. Linda turned on the
'moves' and started dancing like she had a reason for doing it,
instead of just 'playing at it' to tease the customers, the way
she had been doing, up until then. Paul seem to be ignoring her
at first. Not looking at her and not even acknowledging that she
was there, dancing. Linda glanced straight down at him and got no
reponse. She picked up the pace and still....nothing. The second
song ended and the third began......"You Light Up My Life"......!
When she started to move and the words started flowing from the
speakers, Paul looked up at her, in the mirror, and smiled.....a
big, bold, kind-eyed smile that made her warm all over. She
turned away from him and, looking carefully back into the mirror
to see who was watching besides him ......(no one was....they
were all watching her gyrating butt....as usual!).........Linda
looked back at her MASTER's eyes in the mirror and ran her tongue
around her lips twice, then pulled it back into her mouth and
finished the rest of her songs by placing her hands in obvious...
...(to her and her Master, ONLY!).......very brief 'psuedo
bondage positions', some with her feet and arms spread out wide
imitating a bound spreadeagled and splayed or exposed position...
.....the "mounting ring" position. Linda even inserted the
psuedo 'effects' or 'reactions' of being hit with a cat or cane
as she positioned herself spreadeagled and 'reacted' to the
phantom 'punishment' from a whistling, oily, masterfully wielded,
multi-tailed lover. Her Master just watched her eyes in the
mirror, nodding his 'approval' to each new 'position' and the
effects of the phantom punishment. No one else in the place
really caught on to what was going on and certainly not why.
As she started down off the stage after that, her third and last
number of the set, Linda looked over her shoulder at him and was
met by those kindly, pale blue eyes staring back and a big broad
smile.
She walked around the bar and made her 'rounds', stopping to talk
with the regulars and then wandered over to the far end of the
U-shaped bar and slid quietly into the chair along side her blue-
eyed, bearded, tall, new master.......MASTER PAUL.........whom
she had chosen to be her THIRD REAL MASTER.
He turned and stared into her eyes............Linda.....Slave
Linda........just sort of 'melted' inside and slid down in the
highbacked swiveled bar chair along side him..............and
lowered her head and her eyes so that she was looking up at him
from a 'humbled' position...............
Paul turned around and looked at her downturned head and upturned
eyes with a stearn look on his face........and Linda slid further
down into the chair, lowered her eyes, rotated the chair toward
him and spread her stocking legs out wide on either side of his
chair. She took her hands off the chair arms and slid them behind
her back and clasp them there.......and said in a low voice,
"is.......MY........MASTER.....in need of his....SLAVE.......
again, SIR?" with the emphasis where it BELONGED, as she had
learned long ago.
"Ummm, Hummmmmmmmm.........he has all kinds of needs,......
...SLAVE!", ......."and is the pretty, misbehaving, 'untamed'....
....SLAVE LINDA.....PREPARED....to saftisfy those needs?"......
.......or is she still thinking of only herself and her inconse-
quential needs.........?", came the low and demanding reply from
Paul.
Without hesitation, Linda replied in a low voice, eyes and head
still lowered, legs splayed out around his chair and hands clasp
in the small of her back behind her....."Ohhhhhhhhh...........
..........YYYYEEEESSSS............MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR......
.....she most DEFINITELY............IS!!!!", came the emphasized,
low, slow and drawn out reply from Linda,.....without hesitation.
Paul looked around the lounge and saw that no one was watching
them and noted that there was no one on their side of the
U-shaped bar. When he had assured himself that no one could see
what he was about to do to Linda, he carefully and deliberately
leaned slightly forward toward her, sliding his right hand up her
hose covered left leg, over her thigh and patted the crotch of
the bikini dancing costume.....and then, slowly and in a low
voice said........"I'm going to have a 'surprise' for you...
...SLAVE.......one of these days......very very soon..........a
REAL surprise......one that will make you all wet and keep you
that way for a long, LONG time.........perhaps, even PERMANENTLY,
when you think about it....which you will.....all the time......
....would you like that, .......BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY?............
would you like having your 'wings' pinned by your....MASTER?....
.....so you can REALLY...........FLY?"
The hand slid flat over her dampening dance costume crotch piece,
fingers aimed downward between her quivering cheeks and tightened
so that he was 'gripping' her in a most obscene (but unseen, by
anyone else) way...........and he slid the thin bikini strip
covering aside and thrust three fingers into her wet sex and then
spread them, stretching her further open...............and slowly
slid the fingers in and out while watching her sheepish, up
turned eyes gaze at him with increasing lust and desire.........
Removing the fingers, he pulled the cloth strip back over her
teased organ and then gripped it and slid it back and forth
through the valley he had just briefly 'plundered'............
"Indeed, I have a REAL surprise for you, beautiful BUTTERFLY.....
.....and one you will TRUELY love with all your being....and,
perhaps, FEAR, with part of that being.......also.........is that
what you wanted to hear, BUTERFLY?......does that 'turn you on'?,
he asked her ever so gentlely but ever so firmly.
"OOOOHHHH.....YYYYEEEESSSS,.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR......ummmmmm,
yyyyeeesss.............I LLLIIIKKKEEE surprises from my........
.......MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!, " Linda responded in a low throaty
voice, staring alternately at what his right hand was doing and
then into his pale blue eyes and literally melting into the high
backed seat as her hormones flowed wildly and she got wetter and
wetter with each tensioning of that cloth strip being dragged
back and forth over her splayed and spread nether lips.
Satisfied that he had stirred Linda up sufficiently, Paul with-
drew his hand and turned back toward the bar. Linda remained
where she was, taking in small, barely audible gasps of breath as
she tried to calm herself down.
Looking over his shoulder at her trying to 'get herself
together', Paul asked her quite matter of factly, "Would you
like a nice cool drink, Linda?.......to slack your thirst and
cool you down a little bit?..........BUTTERFLIES DON'T 'FLY' IN
BARS,....YOU KNOW?"
Linda took a few seconds to come around to a normal response mode
and then said quietly...."yes, PLEASE,.....SIR.....a J&B on the
rocks with a twist will do fine,....PLEASE.....",and very quietly
and subdued....., ".....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, SSSSSSIIIIIIRRRRRR?"
as more of a question than an answer.
He ordered two J&B's on the rocks and when they came he and Linda
sat quietly, a little ways apart, facing the bar, and talked
normally for about fifteeen or twenty minutes,......his necessary
'reinforcing' completed and the Master/Slave relationship
satisfied for the moment, at least. Linda asked him to stick
around until her shift was over at Seven O'clock. Paul said he
had a better idea and would come back to meet her for a quick
dinner in between shifts. He asked her if she'd like to eat at
the Chinese Kitchen about two and a half or three miles away.
Did she want to meet him there?
Linda told him she didn't have the car....Johnny had it out
whoring around again.......she'd had to ride in to the Lounge
with Tina, one of the other dancers......and that she was going
to have to ride back home with her later tonight when she got off
work. Paul told Linda he'd meet her out front of the Lounge at a
little after Seven.......say Seven-Ten? She said that was fine
and they sat there and talked about 'little things' for another
fifteen or twenty minutes until Linda had to get up and play her
next set of three songs. As they talked they had stared into each
others eyes lovingly and gentlely, each savoring the presence of
the other as if there was no tomorrow. The words didn't much
count.....it was the proximity and the 'looks' that mattered...
and they both knew it.....WELL!
When Linda got up, she stepped toward Paul and leaned over so her
mouth was an inch or so from his ear and said.......These three
are for you, Paul.....MY MASTER PAUL...........THE 'BUTTERFLY
COLLECTOR'............these are JUST FOR YYYOOOUUU,...........
............MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!" and then turned an walked
away toward the juke box.
And....INDEED......they WERE!!!
..........along with all the 'hidden' gestures, motions and
positions........which Linda weaved into her dancing for her
Paul.........her MASTER Paul..........in a most imperceptible
way........through those three very 'special' numbers..........
.......her eyes continually locked on his when she was facing the
mirror..................... When she finished she got down and
started to walk around the huge U-shaped bar toward him.........
..............but he was GONE!
At 7:10PM, on the button, Linda came out of the front door of the
Lounge in her halter top, shorts and sandals with her large brown
purse slung over her shoulder and headed for the far back row of
the parking lot and the big idling Lincoln Town Car sitting there
with its blue eyed, bearded driver slid down in the driver's
seat, head back against the head rest, eyes closed.............
Linda opened the door and slid in onto the front seat, setting
her purse on the floor in the middle of the car, and shut the
door quietly. Paul didn't move.
Linda swung around to face him and pulled her legs up on the
broad seat under her and let them spread out as wide as the seat
would allow. Settling back down on the seat, her behind now
lowered to the seat surface beteen her spread legs, she lowered
her head in the now familiar 'humble' position and gazed upward
at Paul.....Master Paul.....and said........................
"...........ummmmmmmm, I think my MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR may
need something besides 'food' to satisfy his...............
...........HHHUUUNNNGGGEEERRRSSSS.............doesn't he.......
.................MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR????"
Paul raised his head up off the head rest and turned toward her.
Looking sternly into her downcast eyes, he put the big car in
gear and eased it out of the parking space and out through the
lot toward the street. As the car turned onto the side street
that led back to the parking lot and lounge, Linda slid forward
on the seat until her knees were against his leg, keeping her
head down and her eyes humbly focused on her Master in the
process........
She reached down with her right hand and slid the zipper on his
slacks all the way down, carefully and skillfully unbuckled his
belt, unbuttoned the top of his slacks and peeled them back to
either side of his hips and then pushed his shorts down his hairy
lower stomach and reached under them and gentlely retrieved his
growing shaft, while tucking the top of the shorts beneath it and
the two loose sacks under it. Paul smiled, but said nothing
whatever, concentrating on the driving as best he could.
Linda lowered her eyes to concentrate on the object of her hand's
attentions.........as she circled the base of the growing member
with her thumb and forefinger and applied gentle and then firmer
pressure and then began to stroke him in short half inch to one
inch slow motions. As the car sped down the side street with its
'preoccuppied' driver, Linda slowly lowered her head until her
lips were a fraction of an inch above the rising flesh and
carefully and gentlely inserted her tongue into the small split
at the top of the head and moved it back and forth.......then
retracted the tongue and sighed............"ummmmmmmm, ssssoooo
GGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD"............followed by a return of the
darting tongue which this time rimmed the head and began licking
the underside and its 'channel' that lead to the split opening in
the head.................................
Paul took a deep breath and tried to concentrate his clouding
eyes on the road and the approaching stop light at the main
thoroughfare leading to the Chinese Kitchen a couple or three
miles down the road.....but said nothing to her....nothing at
all. The pressure caused by the thumb and forefinger ringing the
base of his cock and the shorts pressing his balls up against the
rising shaft was driving him quickly upward into a sexual frenzy,
not to mention the 'attentive' tongue that now swept over the
shaft with skillfull and deliberate teasing.............and the
hot breath of the perpetrator of all this 'attention' blowing
ever more strongly on the increasingly wet shaft............
As the car came to a halt at the traffic light turning red, the
laving tongue retreated, wetting the lips positioned just a
fraction of an inch above him...............and then slowly the
brown haired head sank downward and the now rigid shaft slid
gently through the gripping lips until it was totally contained
within the attentive mouth with it's constantly laving and
swishing tongue and the grasping, gulping throat that now had a
firm lock on the sensitive head..............................
.............and Paul realized that somehow Linda had gotten her
teeth out of the way and was smooth lipping and gumming the base
of his cock just above the ringing thumb and finger............
...........Linda, moaned deep in her throat and increased the
attention she was giving the 'best part' of her Master.......
and began slowly and then more quickly to raise up and lower back
down onto him, increasing both the length and the tightness of
the stroking with her ringing lock at the base................
The thirty second light changed but the big car stood still....
.....an angry horn sounded from behind, causing the 'distracted'
Paul to release the brakes and hit the accelerator.......as the
car advanced into the intersection.................
When the traffic coming through had cleared, the horn sounded
from behind again and Paul swung the car into the east bound curb
lane of the main thoroughfare..............while the 'busy' Linda
took note of none of it all and continued to increase the
pressures and the frequencies of the now wild 'strokes' being
administered to Paul's expanded and stiff shaft............the
moans and the snorting intakes of breath between insertions and
releases of the head in her throat increased continually as she
began skillfully to draw his seed upward from the trapped,
squeezed sacks............................................
At the next stoplight about a mile or so down the road, the car
slid to a screeching halt.............and the 'attentions' in
Paul's 'lap' increased ten fold as Linda brought him screaming to
a full climax before the light had changed.
Paul moaned loudly and gasped as his sperm rose up into Linda's
rising mouth and the gripping lips.....................and Linda
stopped her upward motion with her lips locked around the
underside of the swollen, spurting head............slashing the
expert tongue back and forth across the spitting, open slit and
pushing the fluid she was so skillfully 'milking' from him off
into her cheeks to wait for her later attentions.............
When the light changed, Paul was coming back down from his 'trip'
and managed to get the car underway and headed down the road
reasonably straight................while the ministering Linda
continued to 'catch' and 'store' the milky, tangy fluids in her
mouth.
Paul took his hand off the back of the seat and lowered it to the
top of Linda's sandy brown head and gentlely stroked her hair as
the collecting tongue and trapping lips continued their task.
A half a mile further down the road, the lips loosened and the
head rose upward until he was again free of them............and
then tilted sideways and lowered slowly, allowing a darting
tongue to bath and clean the reddened shaft from top to bottom as
a pair of eyes with a curious, loving look stared up into Pauls.
He alternated between watching the road and watching the loving
eyes stare up at him as the tongue continued its chosen
'cleaning' task. When she was finished, Linda raised her head up
and carefully released the still rigid shaft and began gentlely
returning it to it's 'resting place', carefully inserting her
fingers in the waistband of his shorts and freeing the now tight
and compact twin fleshy globes and sliding them gentlely back
into their 'place'.
She lifted outward on the shorts and brought them upward to their
normal position with the back of her hand while the palm slid
smoothly along the length of the shaft, and stopping, patted the
head, which was now laying against Pauls hairy lower belly, still
erect and still VERY sensitive. He gave a slight jerk and went
through the throes of yet another post orgasmic ejaculation.....
....which Linda took note of by scooping the milky fluid up with
her fingers and then raising them to her lips and licking and
sucking them clean, not ever blinking her eyes or their gazing
stare off of his eyes..............
Once cleaned, the fingers returned to pull the flaps of his
slacks back together, pull up the zippper, button the button at
the top and reinsert the belt loop in the buckle and tighten it
and lock it to the position where it had been and belonged.
All that skillfully and completely done and accomplished, she
raised the still wet hand and stroked the beard on the left side
of his face as she began to tilt her head backward, inches from
and to the right and in front of him.............
...........where the lips parted and the tongue emerged covered
with his seed and rolled slowly back and forth, savoring its
coating..............and then retreated as the head tilted
further back, eyes still on his, and the throat muscles began to
devour the tangy product of her efforts.
As the careful and sexily articulated swallowing process pro-
ceeded Linda let out a soft............."ummmmmm, my Master's cum
tastes so good......................so very very GGGOOOOOODDDD!"
Paul gazed at this self styled SLAVE through clouded eyes and
said, ....."my God, woman, I could have wrecked the car!....What
would people have said finding us locked together that way
smashed into another car or a telephone pole?"
The quiet reply from the lowered head, his hand still resting on
top of it, downcast eyes, servile and humble, came lowly an
slowly out of the still sticky wet lips.........................
"MY MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR handled his 'duties' and his......
........OBEDIENT SERVANT AND SSSSLLLLAAAAVVVVEEEE handled hers,
........MASTER!.............now one of my Master's 'hungers' is
satisfied and his Slave has had her favorite 'appetizer' before
dinner!"
Paul looked into the pitifully loving and admiring eyes and
smiled, emitting a long surpressed chuckle as he did. "Yes,
Linda.............you ARE.............DIFFERENT! Very, very
diferent."
She tilted her head back upright and turned it sideways toward
his extended arm where she kissed the hairy forearm and licked it
lovingly for a few seconds and then turned back to say........
"I've wanted to do that to you since the first time I saw you,
Paul........my Master Paul! You do taste good and you're such a
complete joy to love and attend to......................you
really are! Is that the first time anyone's ever gotten you off
while you drove down the road,..........MASTER?"
"Ummmm, Hummmmmmmm.......... the VERY FIRST TIME,....lovely
Slave!"
The drive into the restaurant parking lot approached on the
right. Lowering his other hand to the wheel from the top of
Linda's head, Paul turned in, sped to the back of the parking lot
and parked the car. Once the ignition was off, he turned toward
Linda and looked at her..............
Linda had slid back across the seat and was again perched in the
spread legged, behind on the seat, head lowered and eyes downcast
position. Quite the humble slave, once again, spread open and
awaiting her master's orders...............OR ATTENTIONS........
as he might choose. The position she now occuppied became a
'normal' 'resting position' during all of the times they played
together from then on. When she was on a floor or a bed, she
could manage to keep her knees and legs far far apart, spreading
herself open and ready for him in the process.........she did it
with ease, with skill and in a way that invited his attentions.
AND,.......she always put her hands and arms behind her back,
locked hand gripping forearm to hand gripping forearm......
without ever EVER being told to do it. From that day forward, it
was just something she did automatically when they were alone...
any place.
Paul looked around outside the car and, seeing no one in sight,
reached over and pulled the halter top upward above her breasts
exposing the pert orbs and their ringed nipples. He teased the
pointed ringed objects with his finger tips, with both hands and
circled them carefully and gentlely.
Continuing to play with her this way, he raised one hand to her
downturned mouth and inserted his index finger between her lips
where the still sticky tongue laved it and carressed it carefully
and dutifully, her eyes still downcast and not daring, now, to
look up at his.
As Linda stared downward at his fingers playing with her, she saw
them withdraw and the hand turn backward a few inches from her
teased breast. She gave a quick snorting intake of breath just as
the finger tips shot toward her stationary breast and nipple.....
.........but never flinched when they connected..........just
moaned and sucked and laved harder on the finger in her mouth.
The hand punished both breasts and their nipples mercilessly for
a full thirty seconds or so while she watched through glazing,
glassey eyes. Then they stopped and the finger withdrew from her
suctioning mouth.
"THANK YOU, MASTER." was the only thing that came from Linda's
mouth.
A forefinger and thumb approached each nipple, raised the rings
to horizontal and grasped each nipple from the top and bottom, as
a moaning and humming sound rose in Linda's throat.
As they tightened down on each nipple, the sound rose in pitch
and a hisssssing "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................." could be
heard from the downward pointed mouth and head.
Paul held her tightly that way for another thirty or forty
seconds and then released his grip...........which brought a
hissing.... ".............uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........."
from her lips.
"One of these days, Slave, I'm going to put that ring back in
your nose and wire those nipples of yours back up the way they
belong", Paul said to her softly.
"YES, MASTER," came the reply and nothing else.
"And one of these days I'm going hang you up and punish you until
you beg me to stop.......absolutely BEG me to quit.....SLAVE!",
Paul told her in a more firm voice this time.
"YYYYEEEESSSS, MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR!" came the obedient
reply.
While Paul was doing all this he was watching her spread crotch
where the shorts were becoming darker and darker from the
increasing flow of 'juices' brought on by his attentions.
He reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and
then thrust his hand down her lower belly, palm inward and began
playing with her wet lips and their wetter 'contents' and
fingering her four 'cunt rings'................slowly bringing
her breath to a fever pitch and causing her to emit passion
filled moans and sighs. When he had gotten her to a frenzy of
sound and breathing he again grasped the nipple with his free
hand and squeezed it tightly...........and then turned his hand
slightly to add a torturing, twisting motion to the already
horrendous punishment he was inflicting.....................
Linda let out and "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS
MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTTEEEEEETRRRRRR............" groaning
moaning scream and shuddered to a climax as he thrust his fingers
deep inside her.
As the orgasm died away, he let go of her nipple and removed his
wet hand from her shorts. As the hand rose, Linda lowered her
head and licked his fingers clean of herself...........laving and
tonguing every last drop from his fingers and hand.
As he withdrew the now clean but wet hand, she said only one
thing:
"THANK YOU,..................MASTER."
He raised her bowed head up with his hand and kissed her full on
the lips after which he said,..."you're MOST WELCOME.....SLAVE!"
And then pulled her halter top back down and zipped up and
buttoned her shorts for her. Linda remained, kneeling and spread
with her arms clasp behind her the whole time.
Paul reached into her purse, extracted her full dentures, tilted
her head back and as Linda opened her mouth, he carefully
inserted them. She positioned them with her tongue and again
lowered her head.
"Linda, I'm building you a 'BUTTERFLY CAGE'............a very
SPECIAL CAGE with all sorts of terrifying and new equipment to
teach you how to BEHAVE...................for this, your THIRD,
and I hope, LAST..............MASTER", Paul told her matter of
factly.
"YESSSSSSS, MASTER", came the only reply.
"Tommorrow, at One O'Clock I'll take you out to get measured and
'fitted' a 'friend's' saddle and leather shop for some SPECIAL
EQUIPMENT I have in mind for you, SLAVE."
"YESSSSS, MASTER", came the answer, again.
"Will you be ready for me to pick you up at One tomorrow after-
noon?"
"Yes, Master".
That out of the way, Paul tilted her head back with a hand on her
chin and kissed her wetly and longly on the lips, inserting his
tongue in her mouth and having it greeted by its eager counter-
part on the other end. Paul withdrew, finally, and reaching
around Linda, he lowered her clasped arms and pulled her hands in
front of her where he gentlely raised them palm up and kissed
each palm, licking it gentlely as he did and then set them on the
seat between her legs.
"Now, Linda, my love......the LOVE OF MY LIFE..........let's go
eat chinese food, shall we?"
"Yes, SIR!........your slave has worked up QUITE AN APPETITE
after her SPECIAL APPETIZER a while ago", she said with a silly
smirk on her face.
"I'll bet SHE HAS", Paul replied.
During dinner, Linda told him that her friend Marla was coming by
the lounge tonight and wanted to meet him, if he didn't mind.
Paul querried her about Marla but all he got was that Marla was
'special' to her just as Paul was.....only different....and that
Paul would 'enjoy' meeting Marla, she was sure.
When they got back to the car and started toward the lounge at
about 8:30PM, Linda slid over on the seat next to him as he drove
out of the parking lot. She leaned over and put her mouth next to
his ear and whispered.............."I LOVE YOU, MASTER.....I
really and truly do..........and I want you to be my PERMANENT
Master........to learn me....to teach me.........to take me and
enjoy me..... to punish me when I'm BBBAAAADDDD...............and
make me do what you want me to do.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!.......
........does my Master understand what his Slave is saying?"
Paul merely nodded and she licked his ear as she placed her hand
gentlely between his spread legs...............then carefully wet
his ear with her tongue and blew in it gentlely before saying...
".......and I can make you sssssooooo hhhhhaaaaappppppppppyyyyy,
MASTER..............so very very happy."
Paul sighed and said......"Not AGAIN, you she devil of a slave
witch! You'll wreck the car and get us both killed!"
She continued to lave his ear with her tongue; darting it in and
out and breathing on the wet surface as she slowly stroked his
manhood through his pants causing what Paul had thought was a
spent cock to begin rising once more to the careful attentions
being lavished on it. The thing had a 'mind of its own' when
Linda started attending to it...........one that she very
obviously controlled when Paul let her......and he was not in a
mood to stop her just now.
"Come on, Linda, you sex crazy bitch slave..........you ARE going
to get us both killed if you keep that up", Paul told her.
"Then may your slave make a slight 'suggestion' and suggest that
you find a place to pull off the road for a while.........since
she still has about twenty minutes to serve him................
.......if my MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, desires 'service'........SIR?..
.......to satisfy what seems to be his....ENDLESS HUNGER!!!" she
said softly into his wettened ear.
Paul glanced around and saw a row of darkened buildings off on
the right, then quickly turned off the thoroughfare onto the
service road in front of them and slid the big car in behind them
up next to a vacant loading dock and hidden from prying eyes.
As soon as the car came to a stop and Paul had turn off the
ignition, Linda said, "Please slide over in the passenger's seat
.....Master......SIR!" Paul started to slide over as Linda
unzipped her shorts, slid them down her legs onto the floor, and
then turned around, knelt down on the floor facing the seat and
hiked Paul's right leg over her head and down on the seat so she
was between his spread legs, kneeling on the floor of the car,
facing him. She carefully unzipped, unbottoned and unbuckled his
slacks, once more, except this time, she slid the slacks and his
shorts down his legs, over his knees and down to the floor where
they stayed around his ankles.
Linda quietly pushed him back and reclined the seat, and then in
the broad but dying daylight, made careful and thorough love to
him on the front seat of the car..........leaving nothing out as
she went about her slave maiden's subservient duties of 'servi-
cing' him one more time.
In the end, after licking, sucking and laving him to another
raging hardon, while pleading with him that she was 'just doing
her full duty as his slave and handmaiden' to avoid being
'punished' as an unattentive slave, Linda had slid up on the seat
facing him, swung her bent leg over his lap, and slowly lowered
herself down onto his standing, swollen shaft until she had it
buried full length inside of her and was staring into his smokey
eyes from inches away.....................leaning over him.
Linda kissed the end of his nose and then snuggled in tight to
him and ran her tongue up and down his neck, finishing by trading
a long, tongue involved kiss on his lips and then drew back a
ways and raised up slowly until the head of his shaft was gripped
in the mouth of her talented 'pussy'..............while moving
her arms to the horizontal, behind the back, 'slave position' she
had assumed on the seat next to him earlier.
She lowered her head and cast her eyes downward as she began a
slow descent down the length of his throbbing member with the
tight sheath and its convulsive but controlled contractions and
relaxations. In the 'slave position', this time straddling her
MASTER in the slave's spread legged position, arms locked
horzontal behind her and with her MASTER's shaft buried deep up
inside her for her slave's careful sheathing and attentions, she
'serviced' him.
As Linda worked in her humbled, bowed position to slowly and
methodically sheath and unsheath his member in it's spread open
and survile 'scabbard', offered without word or comment by the
'servicing' slave, Paul reached behind her and locked her arms
together with a large hand as he whipped the halter top up off
her heaving breasts and began punishing the ringed nipples in
earnest.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH........................." came the
hisssing moan from the downturned face as he jammed her arms
upward to lift her up on the shaft and then dropped her to plunge
back down...............and, with the other hand dealing fearful
punishment to the exposed nipples at the same time..............
......AND.....AGAIN....THEY 'FLEW'.......TOGETHER.......Linda to
the combined sex and pain orgasm and Paul to levels of pleasure
and a climax he had never known before............especially on
the front seat of his own car (or anyone else's, for that
matter!), without the 'aid' of a single human hand and little if
any 'normal' motions of standard sexual intercourse.......except
at the very end when Linda felt him cumming inside her and rose
up until he almost slipped out of her........and then drove
fiercely downward slamming into his legs...........and repeated
that process so that she quickly unsheathed and then resheathed
the spurting shaft with a tight gripping skill and the driving
'strokes' that took every ounce of Paul's 'need' from him and
left him thoroughly spent. He had ceased to punish Linda's
reddened breasts and nipples when she had let out a wild panting
scream and shuddered to her orgasm almost simmultaneously with
his.
When he got his breath back, Paul reached up and yanked Linda's
head backward with a firm grip in her sandy brown hair and stared
into her eyes lovingly and said stearnly........."my little slave
bitch, you are in for a real 'session' in the very near future...
.....one you will never, ever forget and always remember......no
matter where you go or what you do.............SOON, SLAVE....
....S-O-O-N........your every pore in and every hair on your body
and your every move will be mine to do with as....I......WANT...
..AND PLEASE......to punish unmercifully and ruthlessly......and
to extract the utmost of obedience............DO YOU UNDERSTAND
WHAT I AM SAYING TO YOU..........BITCH SLAVE?"
"YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS.............MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEEERR
RRRR!" came the reply as those words and those words alone
brought the still 'mounted' Linda to another shuddering mini-
orgasm.
Paul watched her 'spend' herself as she stared downward into his
eyes and shivered in satisfaction and fearful anticipation of the
promised events to come.
After a couple of minutes of staring at each other, still
sexually joined, Linda raised up off Paul's still stiff shaft and
slide back down on the floor on her knees, where she again leaned
forward and cleaned his glistening cock with her tongue until it
was devoid of the sticky fluids, and again, with an obscene look
on her face, exhibited the mouth full of cum and made a another
great production of swallowing it.
Linda restored Paul's clothing carefully and lovingly and lifted
his right leg back over her head. Paul slid into the drivers seat
behind the wheel and started the car as Linda pulled herself up
onto the passenger seat, turned facing him and knelt down on the
seat in the spread kneed, ass cheeks on the seat, arms clasped
behind her back and head bowed position. Her halter was still up
off her breasts and her shorts were still on the floor as Paul
drove out from behind the buildings and back to the Lounge.
When he had parked in the back row and turned off the engine,
Linda took her left hand from behind her back, eyes still
downcast and head bowed, and with her hand, grasped his right
hand, and guided it to the middle of her spread legs and began
slowly and methodically to insert his fingers in her and dip out
the products of their love making from deep inside her..........
then raising the hand to her lips, she cleaned it slowly and
lovingly with her tongue and returned the hand to get more. This
process was repeated a half dozen times until she was satisfied
she had the job completed, after which, she returned his hand to
his lap.
In continued silence, Linda removed the other hand from behind
her, pulled her halter down, then turned around and put her
shorts back on. She slid her feet into her sandals, picked up her
purse, opened the door and stepped out into the parking lot.
Paul watched the door close and Linda walk across the parking lot
to the Lounge. It was 8:55PM.
Paul sat there for a long while, perhaps 15 or 20 minutes, smoked
a cigarette and relaxed while he contemplated the past almost two
hours of 'unusual' occurrences with Linda....Slave Linda.....and
then decided he'd go in the lounge and have a few drinks to relax
further and contemplate further his new 'slave acquisition' in
person.........and see what her 'coming down' reactions were. He
was curious beyond belief about her moods, modes and personal-
ities that she seemed to turn off and on at will.
When he entered the Lounge, the bar seats were all full, includ-
ing his favorite end seat, so he walked to the rear of the Lounge
and took a seat in the last booth on the wall opposite the bar
and dance stage, next to the hallway to the back door and the
restrooms. The juke box was on the other side of the hallway.
His booth and it bracketed the hallway on either side. He sat
down in the booth seat up against the back wall and slid into the
corner so he could see the whole place from that far, back,
corner seat. It was then that he noticed a little short guy with
a beard sitting in his 'usual' seat at the bar, talking to what
looked like a bunch of construction workers sitting in a row next
to him.
About that time, B.J. stepped up to the booth and asked him what
he wanted. "A J&B on the rocks, please", he replied.
"You're new here, aren't you?", B.J. asked.
"Uhh, Huhhhh............started coming in here about three weeks
ago.......nice place.....even nicer people!", Paul answered.
"You're kinda 'sweet on' Linda, aren't cha?", she asked.
"And you're kinda nosey....aren't cha, B.J.?", he replied.
"Soooo, you know my name, do ya? Know how I got it,......BIG
BOY?...PAUL..........seeeee.......I know your name too!", she
shot back.
"I've heard how you got it,......but seeing and feeling beats
'hearing',B.J., my love!"
She shrugged and started to walk away, but turned back......"by
the way, Paul, that's Linda's HUSBAND Johnny sitting over there
in.....YOUR........SEAT....and those are his carpenter buddies!"
............and THEN she walked away.
Paul eyeballed the little guy sitting in his 'normal' seat and as
he did,he saw a tall, very well formed woman with black hair and
a dark complexion wearing a black pair of slacks, black blouse
and black leather jacket come through the front door and walk all
the way across the room to the dancers' dressing room door in the
other back corner of the Lounge opposite where Paul was sitting.
She open the door to the dressing room and disappeared inside.
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
Part 2 - Chapter 5
A VISIT TO MISTRESS MARLA'S "CASTLE" AND ELSEWHERE
Paul sat in the dark corner booth in the back of the Lounge and
watched Linda's husband and his friends over in the seats at the
bar.....one of which was his favorite seat when Linda was
dancing. As he surveyed the scene and took note of the burly
construction types with Johnny, he saw the dark haired statuesque
woman in the black leather outfit come out of the dancers'
dressing room. She walked briskly across the back of the Lounge
room and approached Paul's booth purposefully.
"Hi, Paul! I'm Marla. Linda tells me that you and I have a
'mutual interest' in her."
"Oh? While you're sitting down, how about explaining that?"
"I have a better idea, Paul. How about you and I taking a walk
outside and a short ride so I can show you some things I think
you might be interested in.....just show, Paul...JUST SHOW!!!"
"What do you have in mind, Marla. I'd sort of like to stay here
and watch Linda dance."
"We can do that later, Paul. I promised Linda I'd drive you over
to my place and show you something she and I own together."
"Such as?"
"I don't want to talk about it here Paul.....drink up and let's
go......I told Linda we'd be back in an hour or two......by then
the 'little, smug asshole' and his rowdy buddies will be gone...
I hope!", Marla said, tilting her head toward the bar and Johnny
and his friends.
Downing his J&B on the rocks and leaving a five on the table,
Paul got up and followed Marla from the back of the Lounge out
through the front door.
Marla turned toward him when they were outside and extended her
right hand, saying, "I'm MISTRESS MARLA, Paul.....MASTER PAUL...
.....and it appears that Linda.......SLAVE LINDA....is our shared
'charge' and mutual 'plaything'".
Paul looked into her cold, calculating face and deep and even
colder cat green eyes,......and then he smiled and said, "Well
I'll be damned! So Linda has a MISTRESS, does she?".
"Uh, Huh.....a DAMN GOOD ONE, Paul....MASTER PAUL! Let's take
your car, shall we? We're going to my place."
They walked over to the Lincoln Town Car, parked in the back of
the lot, where Paul opened the door for Marla and she got in and
smiled up at him as he closed the door.
After he got into the car, started it and had driven out of the
shopping center parking lot, Marla said "Linda is really
'thunderstruck' by you, MASTER PAUL. She's thinking about little
else but you lately, big, mean, Master!"
"Yah, I kinda gathered that was the case, Marla....MISTRESS
MARLA! And I also have a feeling that hubby has gotten the
'message' somehow, also?"
"You're right; he has! Linda generally tells him everything, ONE
WAY OR ANOTHER......almost always. He's good at getting it out of
her, Paul."
"Mind telling me 'how' and 'why'?"
"No, not at all. She either tells him or when he finds out by
himself, those guys who were with him tonight take Linda
downstairs in their basement and strap her into what Johnny
refers to as 'Linda's fucking machine', after which they take
turns ass and cunt fucking her while she sucks another one of
them off. Johnny watches. I have a key to their house. After we
get done at my place we'll take a drive over to their house and
I'll show you it and explain how it works. Before they strap her
into the 'machine', Johnny always makes her dance for them and
strip naked in preparation for the machine. That sometimes can
go on for and hour before they get around to 'saddling up'.
Linda says she hates it because it's so demeaning and they're so
rough with her.......but I think other wise, Paul."
Paul sat there behind the wheel and mulled over what Marla had
just told him. He had suspected that Johnny was a little, shall
we say, 'unusual', but the son of a bitch was turning out to be a
14 karat shit! "Fucking Machine, eh?" Paul thought to himself. "I
wonder how often that happens to her?" he said out loud.
"Not very often, Paul......she really does HATE it....the whole
sick scene........but only because it's in their home and because
Tamara is almost always there when they take 'mommy' to the
basement and lock the basement door. Tamara can hear them in the
basement but she can't see what they are doing. She asks Linda
lots of questions about it, though...later."
"That's SICK, Marla!"
"Uh, Huh....I agree....but that's the "price" Linda's going to
pay for messing with you every time Johnny catches her at it and
she hasn't told him about it."
"Has she told him yet?"
"Nope!"
"Think she will?"
"Nope!"
"Think he'll find out?"
"Yup! He suspects something NOW! But he's not sure. He brought
those rowdy sons a bitches with him tonight to the Lounge to
'remind' her a bit. She's a wreck. Especially since she saw you
in there when they came in. I agreed to get you out of there so
she wouldn't be tempted to dance in any special way like she's
been doing for you lately."
"You know about THAT, Marla? How?"
"I was in the Lounge one night when you two were 'going at it'
hot and heavy and saw the, shall we say, 'attraction' between
you. I can't say that I either approve or disapprove. Right now
I'm a little jealous about it all."
"I don't think I even have to comment on that 'jealous' thing, do
I, Marla?"
"Nope! But I'm going to fix that, TONIGHT, so we are sort of
'partners' instead of competitors, MASTER PAUL (with emphasis).
That way, I can cover for her all the time because Johnny
approves of ME and she can always say she's at my place. He knows
she has to have what she has to have. He just wants only certain
'types' giving it to her. You don't qualify, Paul. Not in
Johnny's book you don't!"
"Why's that?"
"You're male, pal. No male messes with her without permission..
...except the Lounge Crowd.......and then only because Johnny has
aspirations of becoming a mafioso type.....that and the fact that
he's scared shitless of them. He'll let that 'ride'. But you? NO
WAY, JOSE'!!! If he finds out, she'll spend the night in the
basement getting screwed half to death while he watches. Over
and over again. And she knows its coming if she gets 'caught'
with you."
"Well I'll be Goddamned! No wonder she's been so damn skittish
and half in a panic. She NEVER told ME!!!"
"No, and she probably still won't....that's why you and I are
going for this ride.....so you know the 'score' and play it
'safe' for her sake."
"'Safe' meaning I quit seeing her and 'playing with her', Marla?"
"No way.........MASTER Paul!!!! No fuckin way! She made her
choice the first time she saw you in that crumby Lounge. She just
wants you to understand the 'score' and not take stupid chances
that will get her half fucked to death again."
"It's happened before, I take it?"
"Yup, a few times. Not many, but a few. She got it because of
me."
"I thought you said he didn't mind WOMEN messing with her?"
"He doesn't......as long as she tells him before she does
it....she forgot that little detail in my case....and got worked
over for two nights and a day. They started on her at 3AM on a
Saturday morning and kept it up until 8AM Sunday Morning. Then
Johnny made her take Tamara to church down the street at 10AM."
"Real cute.....real damn cute! The guy must be a real son of
bitch, Marla?"
"He is THAT....but he loves her in his own way."
"What's Linda got to say about all this?"
"Not much......Johnny has pulled her out of some real
jams.....she loves him in a wierd sort of way.....but she gets
really sick of his grab ass tactics and all of his crooked
dealing and stuff....on top of the basement sessions."
"I take it she's a 'sex object' or 'show piece' for him with his
friends and that he's into some illegal stuff?"
"Uh, huh....he runs drugs....little shit......and he steals quite
a bit. And, DEFINITELY, Johnny 'shows Linda off' to all his
buddies. He calls her "his own private, toothless, dancing
whore' in front of them. She hates THAT most of all...especially
when he starts grabbing her ass, petting her crotch or squeezing
her tits in front of them."
"Hummmmmm, I see.........has she got any way of getting out of
all that shit, Marla?"
"Yup....she sure does! You're looking at half of her 'out' and
the other half you look at every morning in the mirror!"
"I somehow was afraid that was what you were going to say. Why me
and why you?"
"First, Linda can 'get her rocks off' playing with you and me.
She doesn't have to 'go hunting' any more or run away from
'home'. Second, she thinks she just might be able to get out of
the Lounge and get an honest job if she tries, though I doubt
that like hell. She can't type, can't take shorthand and she
doesn't have a high school diploma. Getting a GOOD job will be
damn tough for her to do, given that set of problems. And, third,
she thinks that because you are, shall we say 'well to do', you
might be able to help her by giving her advice, perhaps loaning
her a few bucks and helping her get a GOOD job."
Paul sat and let the words run around in his head for a while.
"Had, again!" he thought. Before he could say it....though he
probably wasn't going to say it to Marla, Marla said:
"Those are my words and my analyses, Paul. Linda won't tell you
any of that and won't ask you. But I think I know her well enough
to know what she's hoping for from you. If you can't 'deliver' on
points two and three she's still going to take point one and
enjoy it for all it's worth....which, in her case, is a lot....a
real bunch."
"Hummmmmm, and if I don't come across with points two and three
I'm no better than her Goddamn husband....RIGHT, Marla?"
"You said it, pal....I didn't! And Linda will never say it....but
she may, eventually, think it!"
"Thanks....I needed that! A whole bunch, Marla."
"Yah, well need or not, you got it.....turn here and pull in the
drive next to the big stone house with the turrets.....drive all
the way back to the attached garage....I've got the garage door
opener in my purse."
Paul did as she said, noting that these were old, turn of the
century houses in a special part of town, which was pretty run
down but on the agenda of a few civic organizations and the city
to become a classic "remodeling and restoration" area for
"historical homes". As he drove the Lincoln up into the drive and
toward the garage he marveled at the pure size and masonry work
of 'Marla's House'. "This your place, Marla?", he asked.
"Yup....me and the damn bank........like it?"
"I love it! It has class and character!"
Laughing, Marla pulled the garage door opener out of her purse
and hit the button while saying "That ain't all you're going to
'love' about this place, M-A-S-T-E-R PAUL (long heavy emphasis)!
The 'inside' of my 'castle' every bit lives up to the promises it
makes on the outside.....IF YOU ARE AN INQUISITOR OR A WILLING
PROSPECTIVE VICTIM OF THE INQUISITION....A TRUE SLAVE.....
ESPECIALLY A FEMALE SLAVE!!!"
Paul let that ride as the car rolled into the garage and he
braked to a stop. The garage door closed behind them with a soft
'thud'. Marla got out of the car and started to walk around to
his side as he shut off the engine, put the car in park and set
the brake. She opened the door and bowed at the waist, saying:
"WELCOME, .....MASTER PAUL......, TO MISTRESS MARLA'S CASTLE OF
TORTURE AND PAIN.......THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN TOWN AMONG
SUBMISSIVES! You are the FIRST MALE.....MASTER.....to enter this
gray stone container of screams and moans.........follow me!"
Marla walked over to a long sloping ramp leading into what seemed
to be the basement of the house......a ramp that had an I-Beam
trolley above it from the garage down into the basement.......a
beam system that ended about at the back door of Paul's Lincoln.
He followed her down the ramp to a huge wooden door that was
swinging open, seemingly all on it's own. As they walked through
the open door a second door a few feet ahead began to open as the
one behind swung shut with a very final 'thump'.
As the second door moved sideways, sliding on apparent rollers,
Paul heard a faint, quivering voice begin begging plaintively:
"Oh, please MISTRESS...........PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!! It hurts
SSSSOOOO MMMUUUCCCHHH!!!! PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE!!!!
As Paul's eyes became accustomed to the glowing infrared like
light he saw a white X-Shaped form in the middle of the
room....the source of the pleas........quivering in mid-air.
There, before his adjusting eyes, hung a well built, sweating,
blonde haired woman....an obvious 'victim' of Mistress Marla'a
'attentions', suspended from blocklike objects that enclosed her
wrists and hands. She was spread hugely open by similar block
like objects that encased her feet and ankles. From the nipple on
each breast a wire angled upward over a two small pulleys and
then downward to what looked like small and numerous weights
attached to the end of the wire. A huge shaft of some sort angled
up from the floor and into the split cheeks of the pleading
blonde slave's behind where it was obviously buried in her rectum
to the hilt and held her somewhat back so she was impaled and
stretching against the shaft in a forward direction. The nipple
wires had a similar effect, but in the opposite direction....
forward.
Marla strode forward to the tortured blonde and slipped a black
leather gloved hand into her spread, empty and wet pussy.....
....wet, Paul could see, from the faint red beads of light around
it. "You may 'hurt', bitch.......but you are also enjoying it....
......AREN'T YOU.....SLAVE WHORE??? AREN'T YOU???? BITCH!!!!"
The quivering voice gasped "yyyyeeeessss, MISTRESS........I LOVE
it!" "I LOVE YOU, MISTRESS!"
As his eyes became still more accustomed to the glowing red
light, Paul saw the red stripes all over the body and limbs of
the quivering blonde slave stretched and impaled and sweating
before his eyes. Her thighs and belly and breasts were
particularly and heavily striped. As Paul strode around the
suspended, spread and impaled beauty....and she was THAT...a REAL
BEAUTY......he saw that her head back position was caused by a
strong black strap running from a large ring into which her long
hair had been braided downward to encircle the shaft that split
her ass cheeks and back up to attach to the ring in her hair.
The blonde shivered and moaned loudly as Marla continued to play
with her pussy with one hand and to slap her stretched breasts
with the other gloved hand.
"Well....MASTER PAUL (with vehement exclamation)? How do you
like my 'torture chamber' and my latest 'learning slave'?
Hummmm?"
"How long's she been suspended that way, MARLA?", Paul asked.
"MISTRESS MARLA!!!!" She sneered back. "HERE, I AM SUPREME AND I
AM........MISTRESS........IN FRONT OF A SLAVE.....MY SLAVE.....
.....MASTER PAUL (same vicious tone)!!!!"
"Ok.......how long?"
"Just since I left for the Lounge.....about an hour
ago......she's just getting 'warmed up', Master Paul.......she
can take a lot more than this....AND WANTS IT.....don't you,
bitch?"
A faint "yes mistress" gurgled from the upturned quivering face
and head, followed by a low rising groan and then a wild begging
scream. As Paul walked all the way around the suspended,
sweating blonde slave he realized that she was actually standing
in the blocks that encased her feet and ankles and was not
genuinely suspended by her hands and wrists. He bent down and
examined the blocks and saw that they were mounted on pipe
stanchions, actually hydraulic ram arms coming out of steel
cylinders in the floor. He stood up and looked at the hand and
wrist encasing blocks and realized that they, similarly, were
attached to the same sort of hydraulic steel ram arms coming down
from the ceiling and hydraulic tubes up there. The sweating, now
screaming slave was anchored but not suspended at the ends of the
four inventive shining steel pistons.
"You like those 'little beauties'....MASTER PAUL? I suspect
Linda has told you about those things and the custom casted
rubber hand and foot blocks that Alex's friends used on her and
her 'sisters' in Mexico, hasn't she?"
"No, as a matter of fact, she hasn't."
"Get her to tell you THAT tale some day, MASTER PAUL....it'll
make your balls shrivel up and your cock spit for a week!!! I
can't believe she hasn't told you about the castle down in Mexico
and the "Training Amphitheater"............where these little
hydraulic gems were the focal point of the place and the reason
why literally hundreds of otherwise normal women agreed to do
ANYTHING their MASTERS asked of them once they'd watched one of
their 'SISTERS' 'treated' to a 'session' in the 'Ram Pit'. Oh,
well....she probably will get around to telling you some day.
Ingenuous, aren't they?" she asked as she reached over a flicked
something with her right hand.
The shaft stuffed between the blonde's ass cheeks slipped
downward toward the floor and came out of her rectum with a
'pop'. Another few flicks of the right hand and the lower rams
moved downward toward the floor and the upper ones rose toward
the ceiling as the now bucking and screaming naked blond slave
begged and pleaded and literally screamed her lungs out.
As Paul watched, the red tinted beads of sweat increased in
number and the screams nearly deafened him.....and the rams moved
slowly upward and downward, pulling the sagging, bucking slave
into an upright and stretched 'X' position with the now freed
head shaking violently back and forth in a wild body language
expression of the screaming "no's" echoing around the 'torture
chamber'.
The arms and legs stretched taut and the strain was evident.
With each passing second the white, sweating, stretched body
became more rigid and stretched. And then the rams stopped.
"You fucking bitch...........you whore!!!!...........this is
NOTHING...nothing at all!!! Tonight you will know what REAL PAIN
is, my pretty slave!!!! REAL PAIN!!! Here, MASTER PAUL (same
sneering tone), make the bitch 'appreciate' a MASTER'S TOUCH!",
as Marla threw him a leather cat of nine tails that had obviously
been used before on the stretched, screaming slave.
Paul cringed at the thought of whipping this stretched column of
pure pain and suffering.....and Marla sneered "what's wrong,
MASTER? Afraid to 'HURT' the bitch? DO IT.....she LOVES IT!!! DO
IT!!!"
He walked behind the taut white sweating 'X' that was still
screaming wildly and lashed her across the cheeks of her ass.
The screams rose and then 'broke' into a strangled, gasping
sound.
"AGAIN!!!! And this time....HARDER and CONTINUOUSLY........WHIP
HER FROM HER SHOULDERS TO HER KNEES.....THEN BETWEEN THE LEGS!!!
And listen to her......LISTEN.....CAREFULLY!!!!"
Paul resumed the whipping, lashing sideways and continuously from
the knees up to the shoulders and back down.........trying not to
hit too hard but still be convincing.........Marla strode around
the now hoarse and gurgling slave, snatched the cat out of Paul's
hand and began laying the whip on with what seemed like all her
strength.....the screams came back and rose higher and higher....
.....until, finally, with a quick upward slash, Marla shot the
nine tails straight up between the blonde screamer's wide spread
legs and repeated the process five more times in quick
succession.
The screams abruptly stopped on about the third stroke between
the outstretched legs and the almost totally hoarse voice lowly
pleaded:
"Ohhhhhh, yyyyyyeeeeessssss MMMMMIIIISSSSTTTTRRRREEEESSSSSS......
.....MMMMMMOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE......YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!"
and continued onward as the last three were delivered up the
spread wet valley to splat across the quivering belly.....and
when the last of the six had been delivered.....the.......low
voice rose in pitch and intensity and begged for STILL MORE....
......"MMMMMOOOOORRRRREEEEEEE, MMMMIIISSSTTTTRRRREEEESSSSS.....
...Don't stop NOW, MISTRESS.....PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE??????
I'm cummming.......now mistress......please more.......please..."
and then died away to soft sobs.
"See,......MASTER (sneeringly, again)? She loves it and she wants
MORE....much more! Would you like to 'finish her'? Hummmmmm?"
Marla walked around to the control column for the rams and
flicked the switches......the upper rams began to move downward
as the arms moved backward and the shiny shafts began to angle
ever so slightly........the process continued until the still
stretched and quivering, sobbing blonde slave was angled at
about forty five degrees, backward and then Marla released the
switches. She walked around to Paul and thrust her hand between
his legs and felt him......"You're ready.....fuck her.....go
ahead and fuck her while I finish her off......."
Paul walked around in front of the sobbing, sweating, stretched
blonde slave and unbuckled and unzipped his pants and dropped
them to the floor, followed by his boxer shorts. Stepping out of
them he strode forward and without otherwise touching the spread
sobbing woman he thrust himself deep into her and began fucking
her. Marla began, simultaneously, whipping her wire stretched
breasts and nipples...........methodically but not savagely, this
time......the sobbing ceased and low, keening scream of pure
pleasure arose from the quivering vocal cords and gurgled forth
from the open, gasping mouth.
As Paul plunged in an out of the wet, slurping sucking hole he
began to feel it contract and release him with each stroke and
then after about a dozen strokes with the 'cat' he felt the
muscles in the slave's cunt tighten down on him and heard the
wild screams and moans of a total orgasm take over. The orgasm
continued, along with the whip strokes across the breasts and
nipples as he sawed in and out of the tightening pussy to a
climax and shot the climaxing blonde slave full of cum......
......he continued for several minutes afterward, fucking the
moaning and satisfied still orgasming slave........still feeling
her muscles gripping him tightly.....and then pulled out and
backed away..........which brought another long string of pleas
and begging and moaning for Mistress Marla to make him "fuck me"
........until they died away into a gurgling moan.
Paul retrieved his shorts and pants and redressed. Marla came
around beside him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Satisfied, MASTER PAUL? You could fuck her for hours on end that
way and I could whip her tits off and she'd still beg for more
and keep coming.........she wasn't always that way.....but after
a little training on my part........she developed a very high
tolerance for pain and a very strong 'need' to be climaxed
continuously. Normally, I use a dildo on her and plug her ass
with another one while I simultaneously whip her. Neat, huh?"
She flicked the switches and the blonde moved back into the
position she was in when Paul walked into this 'torture chamber'
in the basement of an old victorian castle of a house. Marla
replaced the shaft in the blonde's ass and drew the head backward
with the strap. She walked over to the dangling nipple weights
and added to them so the nipples stretched upward and forward
even more. Paul watched it all and watched his cum dribble out of
the still contracting pussy and down the profusely sweating
blonde's legs.
"How long are you going to leave her that way, Mistress Marla?"
"All night and part of tomorrow...........when we bring Linda
back here later tonight, they can keep each other company.....
perhaps even sing a few duets for us before the night's over
.....eh?"
Paul shivered, just thinking about Linda going through this and
perhaps more, but he said nothing. Marla took him on a guided
tour of the dungeon or torture chamber as she called it and
showed him literally dozens of devices and 'systems' designed
specifically and exclusively for the 'torturing' of the female
of the species. The collection was unbelievable and so were the
restraints....all made of black leather, softened with linseed
oil and supple. Then Marla took him to a corner of the room and
flip a wall switch and showed him a hoisting mechanism consisting
of a cable and hook that allowed her to move a bound slave
upward or downward from floor to floor in the three story
victorian castle like home, complete with trap doors on each
floor. He listened as she explained that she had borrowed that
idea, also, from Linda's description of Master Chris' setup in
Parkersburg. This time, Paul lied and said he knew about THAT.
They went upstairs and Marla gave him a tour of the otherwise
normal looking house.............except, for the trap doors, or
so it seemed. After she had worked him all the way up to the
Master Bedroom and shown him that, she asked him:
"Would you believe that there are presently nine.....count em
....NINE slaves in this house besides the one you fucked in the
basement?"
He shook his head 'no' and Marla walked over to a set of wall
switches and knobs on a panel by the huge king sized bed. She
flicked the switch and the bed rose slowly upward and began to
rotate until the underside, rotating up toward him, revealed a
petite naked brunette strapped eloquently and tightly to the
underside, fully gagged, blindfolded and quivering in her
stringent bondage. Marla pointed downward at the floor under the
bed as the mattress and box springs completed their 'flip'
leaving the bound little beauty face upward. There, on the floor,
beneath the bed, were what looked like two breast cups and a
strange looking thing about where the brunette's pussy would be
when she was face down under the bed against the floor. Marla
walked back to the switch and played with the controls. Shafts
rose and rotated and pistoned back and forth from the pussy
centered device.....and the rims of the breast cups contracted
as small needle like devices appeared from nowhere all along the
interior surface of the cups.
"This is how I amuse myself and prepare my 'nightcap' before I go
to sleep, Master Paul!" She flipped the switches and rotated the
small brunette slave strapped to the bed back into her original
position and gave a couple of the switches a slight flick and a
little twist on several knobs. Paul heard a low gurgling sound
coming from under the bed. "May as well start warming the bitch
up for later! You may get horny when we get back here with
Linda!"
As they walked back through each room, Marla, through the
flipping of switches and rotating of knobs, disclosed eight more
naked, bound, gaged and blindfolded slaves, all female and all
uniquely imprisoned in what looked like a very "normal" house...
..room by room. One of them was in a state of exhaustion because
Marla had left her dildo's running at high speed and her breast
stimulators and nipple suckers running the same way.....she was
totally fucked out and limp. He helped Marla take her out of the
contraption and put her on the hoist that sent her to the
basement, which it turned out, had several 'holding cells' that
were padded on all the walls, ceiling a floor. When they got
back to the basement, Marla carried the exhausted slave to a pure
white padded cell, laid her on the floor and slammed and locked
the door.
Paul couldn't resist........he had to ask her........"are all
these lovely ladies here of their own free will and accord,
Marla....or are you holding them captive?"
"Only the blonde on the 'rams' is here, kind of against her will.
Her lover, the brunette under the bed upstairs, brought her to me
for, shall we say, 'training'. She wanted a submissive 'partner'
she could watch submitting and make love to knowing that she had
the same desires and needs. I obliged."
"And the blonde (glancing over at the suspended, ram held still
dripping sweating slave in the center of the basement 'torture
room') is about 'ready', I presume?"
"Oh hell no! But now I can let the two of em go 'home' and
they'll come back when I call them or if they want to 'play' with
me. But she is a long way from being submissive enough. That will
take weeks and maybe months more......for her to get to where
Linda is, for example."
"And where, pray tell, IS Linda in this thing? Just how far along
is she."
Marla grinned at Paul and said "You mean you don't KNOW? You
really don't know, Paul? Linda is the STAR ATTRACTION in my
STABLE. You could punish her to death and she'd love it......
...put her in the rams, for example, and pull her apart......and
all she'd do is cum 'til she died. She is the 'model' and the
instigator of all this......AND, SHE IS THE ONE WHO DESIGNED MOST
OF THIS STUFF FOR ME."
Paul shook his head and asked, "How in the hell could you afford
all this stuff? It had to cost tens of thousands of dollars."
"It did....INDEED....IT DID!!! But, I had a rich family.......my
mother and father were wealthy as shit......until the day they
died in a plane crash. As the only child, I got it all. To
supplement the investments I have from that inheritance, I
occasionally take on an 'errant young lady', and a few older
ones, who, for various reasons, need training and taught to be
properly submissive. It pays VERY VERY WELL, Paul.......
Excellent! That's how I did it and continue to do it."
"Aren't you afraid of somehow, shall we say, 'getting caught'."
"Not really. I trained some cops' wives and girl friends. WELL!
Gave em back a submissive woman that would fuck em and suck em
for hours on end and play 'bondage games' with em 'til hell
freezes over. The 'ladies' and their husbands or boy friends
don't know where this place is and have never seen the road to it
or away from it. Later tonight, I'll show you how I do that using
Linda. The trolley from the garage to the cellar is a small part
of it. That's why I wanted your car instead of mine, tonight,
Paul. Here, help me carry this thing back up to the car.....I
don't want to fuck with the trolley....we're late as it is,
partner!"
And with that, they picked up a strange 'trays and spreader rods'
device and lugged it out of the basement torture room and up to
the car where Marla placed it in the center of the back seat of
the Lincoln. They got in the car and Marla opened the garage door
as Paul backed out and down the drive to the street, heading for
Linda's house, as Marla had promised. As they drove away, Paul
asked Marla, "Am I the first man to ever see your 'slave castle',
Marla?"
"No....but you are the first one to know where, exactly, it's
located and the first to see, almost everything in it."
"Almost?"
"Later, MASTER PAUL.....LATER......you'll get to see it ALL! That
I promise. That's what Linda wants. She wants to be there when
you do. I don't think you could quite handle the few things I
didn't show you unless she was there, demonstrating them for you.
She is only one of three submissives who can tolerate that much,
shall we say, 'submission', to make it palatable, eh?"
Paul shivered and drove on toward Linda and Johnny's house,
wondering what the hell he had really gotten into by messing with
Linda. He was sure he would find out before the night was over...
...damn sure of it!
As he drove across the south end of town in the Lincoln Town Car
with Marla on board, Paul reflected on the facts about Linda he
presently knew for sure. He was beginning to see a pattern to
the people Linda "played with" and had recognized Linda's
skillful hands and wild submissive's imagination in all that he
saw at Marla's "Castle". The equipment and layouts were indi-
cative of things he had heard straight from Linda's mouth while
she was "flying" bound down on his lap. He knew, absolutely KNEW,
that Marla's place had been designed and perhaps built by the
"chief submissive" in Marla's "stable", NOT MARLA. And he had a
suspicion that what he was about to see at Linda's home would be
no different in that respect.
Paul wheeled the big car around the turn onto Linda's street and
park across the street and six houses beyond, just to be safe.
Marla got out and walked across the street, down six houses and
up onto the front door. She rang the bell and waited....a long
time. No answer. She fumbled with her purse and took out a key
which she used to let herself in. A few minutes later she came
out on the porch and waved to Paul to come in with her.
Paul got out of the car, locked the doors and shut them and then
walked down the street and into the house behind Marla. As he
entered he noted that the place was only "so-so" comfort wise and
not very well kept up. Marla guided him to the kitchen and down
through a door and a steep set of rickety stairs to the basement
which she had lighted somewhat, by turning on the stair light
switch.
"OK, sit down in the 'MASTER'S CHAIR', MASTER PAUL and let me
demonstrate Linda's special 'misbehaving' punishment room for
you". She walked to a panel on the wall and flipped a switch and
a set of colored lights came on and illuminated a dancer's
platform at the far end of the room. Carpeted, canopied and with
four side poles of some substance, one on each corner, running
floor to ceiling.
"This is where Linda 'entertains' Johnny's 'friends' and her
punishment sex machine types, Master Paul. Johnny has her start
fully clothed the moment they bring her down here, dancing on the
stage. As she gets going, he has her shed all her clothes and
dance for the guys to get both her and them horny and worked up.
She knows better than to refuse, because if she does refuse, she
gets bound to THIS and dry fucked for starters!!!"
A spotlight came on and illuminated a rather huge, black, leather
covered 'saw horse' in the center of the room. Like a carpenter's
saw horse only bigger and specially made......leather covered
with straps in various places. Two pairs of legs were adjustable
up and down, and stuck out at 45 degree angles from the top at
both ends down to the floor. Marla had him get up and come look
at the device, closely, as she explained it. Paul didn't think it
need explaining but he listened.
"They put Linda on the top of this thing, face down, her head
sticking over this end and her ass hanging off the back. Her arms
and legs are buckled down on the legs and the big wide leather
strap in the middle is tightened down over her back to secure her
to the top horizontal 'bar', but it really isn't needed and
neither are the arm straps, Master Paul." And with that
statement, Marla took a pair of two to three foot long slender
stainless steel rods down from the wall and slid them through
holes in the top horizontal piece or bar at the back and the
front, crossways, and then she stood back.
"The front rod is passed through Linda's nipple rings and through
the top of the "horse". The back rod is passed through two of
Linda's four cunt rings and through the horse. Once 'in place',
there is no way in the world she can get off the horse until
someone withdraws the two rods. You will note the small holes in
each side of the rod at the edge of the 'horse'?"
"Yes, Marla, I see them", Paul replied.
"These small pad locks are passed through the holes in each rod
on either side of the horse so that LINDA cannot withdraw the
rods when her arms are not strapped to the legs. Neat, huh?"
Paul did not respond.
"Once she's, shall we say, 'attached', she can move her legs and
arms and head all she wants, but she cannot get up until
'someone' unlocks and withdraws the rods. It's ingenious and
terrifyingly EFFECTIVE. She is restrained by her sex organs only
and does not dare try to get off or to move her body to any
extent. She simply has to lay there and accept whatever happens
to her, and A LOT 'HAPPENS'.....believe me it does!", Marla
exclaimed with a 'hiss'.
"I'll bet it does," Paul said lowly and quietly almost under his
breath.
"If Johnny ever catches Linda messing with you, before she tells
him about you (and she won't tell him, Paul, that I KNOW!).....
he'll walk into the Lounge some night with his buddies from the
job and after she's through dancing they will hustle her out to
the car and bring her down here. When she's been made to dance to
a nude and aroused state after some 'hits' of Marijuana, and
maybe other shit, they'll lift her off the stage, lay her over
this baby, slip the rods in and lock em, and then 'go at her' all
night long and all the next day.....continuously.....three and
four at a time......while Johnny watches........mouth, ass, cunt,
armpits, hands.........the whole scene.........fucking her
continuously until she's exhausted and then some more and some
more and still more!"
"How in the hell do you know so much about this Marla? Hummmm?",
Paul queried her.
"Because, a couple of times, Johnny invited me to watch the
'show'!"
"That's 'sick', Marla!!!"
"Ummm, Hummmm.....and it's also FUN! The bitch hates this place
but when she's wound up and running she 'performs' beautifully
and continuously, taking everything they dish out and screaming
for more until they 'overdo' it which they always do."
Marla withdrew the rods and put them back and then shut off the
lights on the stage and the horse and motioned to Paul to follow
her back upstairs, where, when he was back in the kitchen, she
key-locked the basement door deadbolt. Paul followed her out of
the house and she locked the front door deadbolt, too.
Later, as they drove back toward the lounge, Paul asked Marla,
"Do you honestly BELIEVE that Johnny 'invented, designed and
built' that basement punishment room, Marla? Do you really?"
"NOPE!....I KNOW THAT LINDA DID!!! Does that surprise you?"
"No, it sure doesn't! NOTHING about Linda surprises me. I KNOW
she COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY designed your place, didn't she?"
"Uh, Huh....she sure did! And well, I might add! The 'lady' has
been 'around' and she knows how to develop fear and anticipation
in submissives, being perhaps the most submissive and fearful of
them ALL, Paul!"
"Is all that stuff from her memories and past, Marla.....or is
it strictly a case of fantasy fulfillment?"
"BOTH! I gather she has not told you ALL about her past, Paul,..
...correct?"
"That's correct....but ENOUGH.......enough for me to recognize
some of the stuff at your place as well as in the basement back
there."
"Has she mentioned Alex or told you about what he did to her and
how?"
"She's mentioned him, yes......but no details yet! Why?"
"Get her to tell you about him and the way he did her.......make
her tell you about where he took her in Mexico and what she saw
there......AND EXPERIENCED!!!! But make damn sure you can 'handle
it' before you get her going on that 'trip'. It's not very
'pretty' and if you aren't careful, she'll make you sick as hell
with that 'tale'......a true story, incidentally, from beginning
to end!!!"
"What's so sickening about it, Marla?"
"You ask LINDA, Paul.....ASK HER!!!! Then decide for yourself
what's 'sick' about it!....understand?"
"No, I don't....but I'll 'ask' her....pointedly, OK?"
"Uh, Huh.....say, let's stop at the Chinese Restaurant and get
something to eat. I'm starved! You game?"
"Yah"
"You know how to get there?"
"Yup......Linda and I were there earlier tonight!"
Marla smiled at him, knowingly, and patted him on the right
shoulder, but said nothing.
They stopped at the restaurant, ate two big dinners and
appetizers and about an hour and a half later drove back to the
Lounge. Marla left him in the Lincoln Town Car in the back of
the parking lot and went inside. It was about 2:00AM. About
2:25AM, Marla came out of the Lounge front door with Linda
following along behind. As Paul watched them approach his car, he
noticed that Linda had her head lowered so her chin was on her
chest and was walking lock stepped and very submissively behind
Marla, who opened the back door of the Lincoln for Linda and
pointed for her to get in. Linda got in, sat down and said
nothing as Marla shut the door and walked around and got in
through the opposite back door.
"OK, MASTER PAUL......let's take our misbehaving, slave bitch to
my place!...........Don't turn the interior lights on, MASTER
PAUL...I have to get the bitch ready............OK, SLAVE...
STRIP!!!!.......NOW......GET IT ALL OFF.......then get on your
favorite device in your favorite position.........," MARLA
snarled out to Linda.
Paul heard a long sigh followed by a weak "yes, Mistress" and
heard the rustling of clothes and then heard Linda moving around
in the back seat. He looked up into the mirror and saw her
kneeling on her knees, spread wide apart and placed in the two
tray like arrangements of the device Marla had helped him carry
out of the dungeon at her place and put on his back seat. Paul
heard the sound of leather straps being buckled down and the
sound made by a slave being ball gagged.......followed by low
moans and gurgles and the sound of hands moving over flesh....a
lot of such sounds.....and the moans grew deeper and more
pronounced as he drove toward Marla's place. When they entered
the driveway, Paul heard the garage door opener click in the back
seat and saw the doors rise. He drove in, parked the car, and
turned off the engine. Marla told him to get out and go around to
the back door on the other side, as the garage door lowered and
the lights in the garage came on in a dull red glow this time.
Paul, trying to get accustomed to the low, faint red light,
opened the back door and looked inside. There, on his back seat,
knelt a gagged and securely bound, naked and quivering Linda,
'mounted' in the strange 'device' he and Marla had put into the
backseat earlier. Her legs were hugely spread, strapped together,
thigh to calf and strapped to a tray arrangement under each leg.
A wide leather strap running from the outside of one tray ran
over her back and presumably was buckled tightly down to the
other side. Linda had a 'trainer and gag' arrangement thrust in
her mouth and bridging her face and going over her head. A
leather strap pulled her head up and back because it was looped
through a ring in the top of the trainer and buckled through a
ring in the strap over her back. Thrusting out Linda's behind
were two buzzing dildos, one for each 'hole' and on her nipples
were a set of tightly screwed down nipple clamps. Linda was
moaning softly, sweating and trembling as Marla spoke to him:
"OK, lift her up off the seat and help me get her out of the car
and up onto the trolley, MASTER PAUL.....we've got some 'work' to
do with her and we best be getting to it......SOON!", Marla
hissed at him.
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
Part 2 - Chapter 6
A NIGHT IN 'HELL', WITH LINDA, 'PLAYING' WITH MISTRESS MARLA
AND HER SLAVES
Master Paul and Mistress Marla placed the spread, naked, and now
sweating and tightly bound and gagged Linda on the concrete floor
of the garage just below the overhead trolley and rail system and
it's suspended cable and hook system. Marla retrieved a control
box and cable from the overhead trolley and, by pressing buttons
on the control box, lowered the hook until it lay on top of the
broad leather strap that anchored Linda to the wide spread
"trays". Deftly, Marla slipped the hook through the D-Ring in the
broad black leather strap and flicked the button that caused the
hook and cable to pull taut and then begin raising Linda and her
"kneeling tray" system from the cold concrete floor.
When the hook had reached it's zenith at the overhead trolley,
Marla replaced the control box in the side of the system and
motioned to Paul to help guide the now gently swaying, spread and
bound Linda toward the heavy wooden swinging doors he had passed
through earlier in the evening. As they approached, the doors
swung open to admit the sweating, bound and quivering suspended
slave and her two escorts. As the doors swung closed behind, the
two ushered their 'victim' through the second door, on down the
ramp, which had silently slid open as the swinging doors closed
behind them at the top of the ramp.
The taut, quivering, spread, bound blond still moaned in the
center of the room, seemingly oblivious to the entrance of her
two former tormentors and their new charge, suspended from the
trolley system in her wide spread, rod stayed 'trays'. The room
was still an erie infra-red lit color that made the spread blond
look almost surrealistic, not to mention the effect it had upon
the gently swaying and tightly bound Linda.
Marla walked under Linda and reached upward and grasped her
hanging nipples and their gold piercing rings. A faint gurgling
moan emanated from above as Marla tensioned the nipples ever
downward.
"Get the cat, Master Paul......it's over on the leather bench
along the wall", Marla commanded. He looked at the leather clad
she-devil in front of him and frowned. She smiled, softened her
voice, and said "shall we begin 'playing' with our aroused and
hungering charge, Master? We'll need the cat, over there on the
bench to warm her up a bit, I suspect".
Satisfied with the change in voice tone and thus MUTUALLY invited
to participate, he walk over and retrieved the well oiled, nine
tailed cat from the bench and walked slowly under the now
vibrating and heavily moaning and gurgling Linda from the rear to
face Marla...Mistress Marla.
She drew the nipples ever downward with her thumbs and
forefingers as Master Paul began a slow litany of nine tailed
"loving" across the downward stretched breasts anchored in
Marla's thumb and forefinger nipple vices. Back and forth went
the oiled leather strands across the undersides of the stretched
orbs of His new slave and willing victim. As He applied the
singing cat He watched the belly over His head ripple with an all
too familiar pattern as the knotted muscles of a tightly bound,
spread and suspended Linda drove her slave's hunger litany into
the valley of HER Master's pleasure. As the oiled strands
caressed harder and harder on the undersides of the suspended
and nipple tensioned hemispheres, He watched the rippling belly
muscles drive his charge wild with hunger which was only
adequately fed by the twin buzzing shafts Marla had inserted in
her in the car. The shaft stuffed deep into her now thoroughly
wet sexual passage walked in and out, seemingly on its own, as
Linda attempted to feed her hunger and need from deep inside. The
rear shaft remained substantially stationary as the muscles there
gripped it tightly and held it firm and deep.
The fully street clothed Master raised His free left hand and,
palm upward, traversed it from just below the reddening breasts
to the wet valley where the buzzing shaft moved in and out,
almost magically. The feel of the rippling muscles intensified
under His palm as Linda responded to His touch and her hunger
rose to be further fed by the deeply buried, pistoning shaft and
the slapping nine well oiled thongs. Traversing the palm back and
forth over the wet belly, Master Paul increased the tempo and the
force of the cat as Mistress Marla drew the nipples yet further
downward. The gurgling moans from above became a soft keening but
muffled scream as the buried shaft was drawn inward out of sight
and the belly muscles contracted tightly.
"DON'T STOP,.......INCREASE THE FORCE AND THE TEMPO....AND WATCH
AND FEEL!", Mistress Marla exclaimed.
He did and the muscles beneath His hand tightened still further
as the once buried shaft flew out of its wet and open hiding
place and literally shot across the red tinted chamber and fluids
flowed from the now empty and rippling hole to drip down onto the
floor and meet the tightly pressing palm as it traversed from
reddening breasts to wet valley and back. The keening, muffled
scream above became a seeking moan. Marla released the nipples
and took the cat from His hand as He stepped backward, extended
the fingers and thumb of His left hand, wrapped them tightly
together and thrust the pointed hand into the empty, spasming,
dark and wet chamber of sexual pleasure....inward....ever inward
until the hand had disappeared and only the wrist was visible
extending from the valley between the widely spread, bound legs
that quivered and rippled with obvious pleasure and hunger.
As His hand sank into the wet orifice, Master Paul felt the
rolling, churning innards of his slave wildly reflecting the
multi-orgasmic state of the "flying" Linda. He opened the finger
tips and began massaging the soft, round cap before them with
it's split 'mouth', teasing and moving the churning cervix and in
a way that caused the wet walls around his imprisoned wrist to
massage and alternately tighten and release endlessly until a
long, urgent and muffled scream was heard from above and all of
the muscles contracted and then relaxed and the sound from above
ceased.
Slowly Master Paul withdrew the soaked left hand from it's now
relaxed sheath. He looked at Mistress Marla and smiled,
knowingly, as She smiled back and said "I believe the lady has
just gotten her first 'rocks off' session of the night, don't
you?"
He nodded as He stepped back and Marla retrieved the hoist
control from the trolley and lowered Linda slightly so that She
could release the strap the drew her trainer encased head back.
As the limp neck allowed the head to fall forward, Mistress Marla
grasped the wet hair and held the head up as She unbuckled and
removed the trainer and gag. She released the hair and the head
dropped to hang downward, chin on heaving chest. Master Paul
ducked between the widespread legs, feeling the moisture drip
onto His partially bald head as He edged forward, slowly, to gaze
upon the slack face before Him. Linda was out like a switched off
light as her body began to shiver and shake from the after
effects of her journey to sexual satisfaction and oblivion.
Master Paul continued to stand below the gently swaying Linda,
the top of his head brushing the still rigid, ringed nipples, as
He waited for His new slave to return from her trip to sexual
completeness and total ecstasy.
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm"................"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh"...
came the soft sound from a pair of slowly parting lips as the
eyes fluttered and slowly opened and focused on Him.
After a long pause and a few shuddering movements overhead, she
said ......."is MY MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR pleased with me, Master?"
He smiled, focusing upon and watching Mistress Marla beyond the
downward tilted head of His querying slave. "You have given ME no
pleasure, slave! You have merely 'taken' pleasure at MY hands!"
He watched Mistress Marla, in the background, begin whipping the
formerly lethargic blond in the blocks and rams device into a
frenzy of motion, confined at her extremities by the black rubber
block restraints at the ends of the rams that fully encased her
hands and feet. Using the cat in a vicious and continuous
circular track, Mistress Marla worked upward from the right ankle
into the now seeking blond's crotch and back down the left leg to
the left ankle. Mistress Marla repeated the process over and over
until, finally, She began applying Her attentions to the rippling
belly that was now straining forward to receive the nine oiled
strands. The bound and spread blond was now pleading wildly with
HER Mistress.........
"mmmmoooorrrreeee, MISTRESS......pppllleeeaaasseee.....MORE......
....hhhhuuuurrrrttttt mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" as the
smacking, slapping litany went on and on and approached and then
engulfed the quivering blond's breasts and nipples, which were
rigid and darkening from the effects of the attention being plied
upon her by the leather clad Mistress Marla.
Master Paul step out from under the hanging, spread and bound
Linda and, grasping her hair in His left hand, raised her head
upward and backward until she was facing the leather clad
Mistress and her now screaming begging blond charge.
"There, my lovely slave, is where I shall shortly have YOU.......
.........spread and stretched before ME.....screaming for MY
attentions and YOUR pleasure.........does my slave 'look forward'
to HER Master's 'attentions' in the rams and blocks?"
"YYYYYYEEEESSSSS MASTER!"......came the reply as the bound and
suspended body shivered and rippled before Him in the wide spread
'kneeling trays'........"Oh, yyyyeeeesss, MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRR!"
"Now, MY little satisfied and bound bitch......it is your turn to
please ME............" and He released the hair and let her head
fall back down as He retrieved the control and lowered her until
her three wet orifices were aligned with His now rigid member,
encased in street clothes, still. He slowly walked over to the
leather bench and carefully undressed, placing each article of
removed clothing on the bench, until, He was naked and ready.
"Over in the corner, Master Paul, you will find a leather vest
and a pair of leather pants specially made for you, I believe"
..... Mistress Marla shouted above the screaming and begging
blond's voice which now filled the room with familiar and
pleasing sounds to His trained and accustomed ears. "They are a
'gift' from your new slave, MASTER....." Marla shouted to Him.
He walked over to the corner and took the two black leather
articles off their hooks. As He returned to the bench, He sensed
that He was being carefully watched and looked over toward the
swaying Linda. The brown eyes met His as the smiling, cherubic
face tilted toward Him. She never spoke a word. The eyes and the
gentle, knowing smile said it all.......more than words ever
could or would.
Deftly, He stepped into the long legged leather pants and secured
them around His waist. Looking downward, He saw that His new
slave had thought well of her own pleasure and the potential of
it from HER NEW MASTER. The entire crotch of the pants was
missing and His manhood stuck rigidly outward and ready to 'take'
His slave. He chuckled, turned toward Linda and saw the wide
grin and the loving, caressing eyes tell Him she understood. He
grabbed the vest and while walking back over to her amidst the
rising, pleasure filled, begging screams of the now bucking and
raging blond, slipped the vest on and left it open. The black
leather vest hung from His shoulders as He approached Linda, who
had dutifully and submissively lowered her head and her eyes as
HER MASTER advanced toward her.
Standing in front of the swaying, sweating, anticipating and
shivering Linda, Master Paul reached downward and grasped the wet
chestnut colored hair before Him, on either side of the down
turned head and drew her head backward, once more. As the face
rose to stand opposite the open leather pants and the vertically
projecting rigid male member, a soft pink tongue slowly appeared
from between tender red lips and slowly licked around and around
and around an ever widening, toothless mouth. He could hear the
sighs coming from the opening mouth as the tongue swept around
and around and around in anticipation of what was to come.
"Now.......my submissive, seeking bitch....my slave.......tell me
what it is that you want from YOUR MASTER..........."
The eyes remained closed as the low, sexy voice began the litany
that was to become SO FAMILIAR in the days, weeks, months and
years that would follow this night and many others........
"If MY MASTER pleases that it be so.......THE LAST MASTER OF THE
RINGS and the PROUD owner of 'linda'.........the LAST TRUE AND
PROUD SLAVE OF THE MASTER PAUL, THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS...
...I would give thee pleasure, MY MASTER......"
The sweeping tongue resumed and extended, ever inviting and ever
beckoning Him to the citadel of wet and complete attention that
His new slave held in wait for her Master.....her ONLY Master and
as she had so plainly stated it, THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS.
Slowly, He moved forward between the grasping arms that held His
hands locked tightly in the wet hair, but stopping short of the
seeking tongue and lips and holding the head and wildly seeking
mouth just fractions of an inch out of range.
"Beg me, my slave bitch........tell me what YOU will do for YOUR
MASTER if He grants you this favor to give Him pleasure and
satisfaction...."
"please.......MMMMAAAASSSTTTTEEERRRRR! Please place MY MASTER in
my mouth so that I may give Him pleasures such as He has never
had before....please MASTER let me tend to your needs and give
you pleasure.....IT IS MY DUTY AS YOUR SLAVE TO GIVE YOU PLEASURE
AND TO SERVICE YOU.......PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE MASTER????"
The eyes never opened and the head was held just out of range as
He let her continue to beg and to plead with Him. Finally,
slowly, he drew the seeking tongue and open, ovaled mouth forward
to make contact with Him. The tongue first swept over the rigid
round tip and licked slowly back and forth underneath in the most
sensitive area, alternating between withdrawing and sliding
across the slit on the tip and then back underneath to lave and
lick.
Neither of them seemed to be in a hurry as she carefully and
increasingly alternated back and forth with the flicking, laving
tongue as the blond's pleas and screams and beggings keened
through the dimly red lit room. He watched her body, suspended
from above and spread naked in the trays before Him, shiver and
ripple in anticipation and hunger. Her hands, extending out from
under the broad leather strap and it's anchored D-Ring, slowly
clenched and released as she laved and licked and serviced HER
MASTER, inviting Him ever onward and inward to take His pleasure
from her talented and trained mouth and tongue.....a mouth that
contained no teeth....a mouth that HER MASTER owned.......a mouth
and tongue that slowly now withdrew as the ever more hungry and
urgent voice began, once again, to slowly and lowly address Him
with the respect and the honor only HIS SLAVE could give Him....
"Please MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRRR.....please feed your hungry slave....
....please let your slave feed upon HER MASTER and give Him
pleasure........PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE
MMMMAAAASSSSTTTEEERRR.........FEED MMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Slowly, carefully, He drew the ovaled sheath of the wet lips,
below, over the length of the ever more rigid shaft as He felt
the tongue slowly, then faster and faster, circle the advancing
shaft. Then, effortlessly and slowly; then faster and faster, He
began advancing and retreating the mouth, lips and tongue with
the tightened fists in the ever wettening hair as He listened to
the snorting breath of the straining slave and felt the hot air
hit Him below. As He increased the tempo and tightened the fists
in her hair, rocking her back and forth over the length of Him,
He listened to her moan and smelled the rising sexual fever in
her. The strapped down arms and hands tightened as she clenched
the hands into fists and bore down on the "best part of HER
Master" with everything she had.......licking, sucking, laving
and alternately tightening and loosening her lips and gums...
...milking HER Master....and seeking to be fed, once more.
As He rose to "fly" with her, pistoning in and out of the wildly
servicing and highly pleasing mouth, He drew her deeper and
deeper onto Him, where the muscles in her throat began to add to
His pleasure as the now supersensitized tip alternately entered
and retreated from the deepest part of His slave's attentions.
As the boiling, creamy culmination of His pleasure rose from the
twin sacks below and traveled outward toward His ever hungering
slave's seeking, sucking, laving, licking and contracting and
loosening mouth, tongue, lips and throat, she felt the rising
tide and swiftly dammed down upon Him with lips and gums and held
Him in check, building His pleasure to intolerable levels as He
spasmed and gasped for release.
As swiftly as the 'lock' had been placed upon Him, it was
released, and the moaning sound in her throat was replaced by the
sound of hungry gulping and the cheeks of her mouth suctioned
inward as she sought to devour HER Master's new feeding of her.
The ritual went on for many long and pleasure filled seconds as
she passionately and completely drained every drop of Her
Master's 'seed' from Him and devoured it dutifully and hungrily,
trackingit into her quivering belly.
When it was over and His climax had subsided, some MINUTES later,
He slowly pushed her away and back along the rigid shaft; ever so
slowly and ever so carefully to allow her to lick and clean Him
slowly and carefully along His entire length. As the tip exited
from the mouth, a low voice, fully satisfied, said........
"Thank you, Master........the last proud and only slave of THE
LAST PROUD MASTER OF THE RINGS......thanks HER MASTER....MASTER
PAUL....for feeding her.........is my Master 'pleasured'
sufficiently or does he require His slave to attend to his
servicing some more?".........and the tongue resumed it's initial
tracking back and forth under the still VERY sensitive head and
up through the slit on the tip and then back, below. He stood
there, holding her hair and letting her lick and tease Him
outrageously and continuously for several more minutes, her eyes
closed, still, and her breath still panting as the pink tongue
laved and loved Him outrageously and continuously until he could
stand it no more and retreated from her range and let her head
lower where he released her hair and stepped backward still
further.
As Master Paul gazed upon the suspended, bound and naked form of
His now well fed slave, He thought of the many things He would
'visit' upon this hungry bitch slave of His before the night
faded into daylight outside. Here in this dimly lit dungeon of an
accomplished and obviously wealthy Mistress, He would teach His
new slave to behave as He wished and would train her to His every
willful wish and pleasure. Here, He would develop a routine for
her to follow in approaching Him. Here, He would show her the
proper positions for submission before Him and the wisdom and
practicality of them as well.
And, here, this night and in the morning, would He teach her of
"SEVENS" and the variation of His position for her, before him,
for receiving "SEVENS". Here, in the seconds and minutes and
hours to come, He would extract obedience from her as he trained
her to HIS WAYS for all time and eternity. When this night and
this day were through, THE LAST PROUD SLAVE OF THE LAST PROUD
MASTER OF THE RINGS would know HER MASTER and OBEY HIM without
question in all things, forever more, having learned the
consequences of disobedience and the terror of that punishment
in real fear and real punishments of a set and standard nature.
Perhaps, if there were time, He would show her the SEVEN-FIVE-
SEVEN punishment He would visit upon her if she dared to ever
reject or refuse Him while before Him. But especially, this
night, and this coming day, would He describe to her the
Penthouse and the coming fitting for all of her leather garb and
bondage gear and how they were to be used upon her.
He knew He would drive her WILD with hunger as He described and
demonstrated what was to come over the days, weeks and months
ahead. It was her very nature to rise upward and fly in sexual
frenzy as He spoke to her of such things. Many times, already, He
had watched her rise to the command of His voice and the siren
song that brought her wet submissions before Him. For Linda...
..."linda"... ...the slave of Master Paul....needed only His
voice to begin her flight into their realm, and they both knew it
well.....VERY WELL. So well could He do this that she would
NEVER AGAIN ever dare wear slacks or shorts in public with
Him.....for to do so would be a supreme embarrassment to her,
with an ever wet crotch and legs exposed to all who could see
them and the results of HER MASTER'S VOICE upon her, every time
He spoke to her.
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
Part 2 - Chapter 7
LINDA'S TRAINING AND OBEDIENCE BEGIN IN
MARLA'S CASTLE OF "HELL"
Having reflected, with pleasure, about what He would next do with
His personal and complete slave and submissive, linda, Master
Paul turned to survey the sights and scenes before Him.....the
still begging, moaning, gurgling and screaming blond slave hung
in the imprisoning blocks and rams a very short distance away and
her Mistress, Mistress Marla, who was extracting the last ounce
of "flight" out of the pleading, begging, moaning blond with
hissing and swishing applications of the well oiled and
continuously slapping cat, alternated with torments to the
extremely rigid nipples and wide spread sex of the writhing
blond.
At the moment, Mistress Marla had her fist buried inside her
"charge" and was amplifying and and orchestrating the beggings,
screamings and moanings in a way all too familiar to Master Paul.
The belly muscles of the blond rolled in continuous and constant
spasms of pleasure and reaction to the activity being visited
upon her feminine insides by this she-devil expert in such
matters......who knew, perhaps better than Her "subject", what
affects the manipulations were having and would have.
As the beggings and moanings grew louder and more urgent in
nature, Mistress Marla quickly popped Her closed fist out of the
expanded wet cavity, causing the sweating blond to snap her head
forward and stare at the She-devil in absolute fear and horror as
the results of the quick manuever tore through her and then left
her EMPTY..........and wanting to be refilled in the extreme.....
"......Oh, NO MISTRESS!!!!.......PLEASE, MISTRESS.....
...PPPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE DON'T STOP NOW...OH PLEASE? I'LL DO
ANYTHING YOU ASK...AANNYYTTHHIINNGG!!! Don't stop...
....pppllleeeaaasssseee???"
"Please WHAT?....BITCH!", came the reply.
Low and slowly......"please Mistress.....don't stop..."
"Master Paul.....would you like to FINISH this simpering bitch
for me?.......I'm tired of her....." came Mistress Marla's reply.
"Oh nnnnnoooooooooooo, MISTRESS.......please no...not HIM!
Please?"
As the blond quaked and bucked in genuine fear and apprehension,
Master Paul slowly walked over to stand beside Mistress Marla and
to glare into the pale blue eyes of the spread, sweating beauty
before them.
"Here.....you take the cat and work with her for a while....I
need to tend to linda for a while and get the holding cell
prepared for this one.......see if you can take her the 'rest of
the way', will you?" Marla said in a low even tone as she handed
Him the cat, then turned and walked toward linda.
Master Paul heard linda, behind Him, suck in her breath and then
begin slowly and carefully pleading with the approaching Mistress
Marla...... "no, Mistress......please......He's MY MASTER....
...MINE MISTRESS........HE"S MMMMMIIIINNNNNEEEEEEE...
..pppplllleeeeaaaassssee?"
He did not turn around to watch what happened next, but He
shuddered at the inadvertent omission linda had just made of the
word "Mistress" at the end of her impassioned and sincere plea to
Mistress Marla.......and heard the "results" of Mistress Marla's
"reaction" as linda's low voice rose to a screaming, whining
pleading crescendo........
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH............NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO-
OOOOO ........OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO...
'MISTRESS'..........I'M SORRY MISTRESSS.......NO, NO, NO, PLEASE
DON`T DO THAT TO ME........IT HURTS SO BAD............"
Sounds of flesh on flesh reverberated through the room as linda
continued to scream and plead her apologies to Mistress Marla and
Mistress Marla continued to punish her for the transgression....
.. now, TWICE, repeated.....
Master Paul turned His head slightly and out of the corner of
His eye, saw Mistress Marla drawing a nipple tightly downward by
it's golden piercing ring as Her other hand whipped back and
forth across the distended breast....He shuddered and refocused
His attention on the still pleading but slowly settling down
slave in the blocks and rams before Him...........
"now, what was this about 'NOT HIM',........my spread, horny
little misbehaving, submissive slut?..........hummmmmmm?"
"No, SIR....I didn't mean it...SIR....honestly, I DIDN'T!!!" came
the reply in a low and VERY submissive voice.
"Oh, I'm sure....NOW....that's true, but let's see if you can
make amends for your little transgression of 'choices', shall
we?"
He stepped between the outstretched legs and slowly inserted His
fingers into the spread, blond's very very very wet 'valley'
before Him and then slowly slid the lips open and slid His thumb
and forefinger upward until He encountered the hooded little nub
at the top. Carefully, thumb and forefinger surrounded the
quivering small seat of extreme pleasure in all women and lightly
gripping on either side, slowly, He descended thumb and fore-
finger to the base and up tight against the seat of the nub....
...then tightening ever so slowly He began to stroke up and
down....listening to the reaction........
"oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh nnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo.......ppppppllllll
eeeeeaaassseeee .......SIR.......aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh......." and
the pleas died away in swift intakes of breath and a careful
arching of the body TOWARD Him to lessen the pressure or do
ANYTHING to stop the effect of this simplest of all "holds" of a
Master on His female submissive "subject"................
Long ago, many years back, He had learned a great deal about this
sensitive and prone to so much pleasure nub, and how it could,
when properly aroused and sensitized, be used as THE most potent
and fearful form of PUNISHMENT a woman could experience.....while
in the throes of sexual pleasure and either in or close to
orgasm...and He knew exactly how much pressure to exert and how
much "stroking" to do to extract what He wanted.........
"Now, little blond, misbehaving, bitch.......fly for me........
up....come up and show me what you can do for a Master when He
'handles' you"...........as the gurgling, grunting, moaning and
bearing down sounds began involuntarily to stream from the
blond's wide open mouth and her head rolled around and around on
her shoulders..........her body tensing like a tight bowstring...
...outward toward Him,......NEVER away............
In the background, He could hear the hoist motor beginning to run
as linda's pleas had died away to silence.
The spreadeagled, sweating and arched blond attempted to keep up
with the rhythm of her tormentor's thumb and fore finger. He
could feel the tingling between them as she grunted and spasmed
and attempted to do something, ANYTHING, to relieve the sexual
pressure He was so expertly applying to her, on her and driving
her with, through an orgasmic array of pleasure/pain torments
like nothing she had ever experienced before....not even from her
new Mistress, Mistress Marla........
"What IS my name, my flying little slut....MY NAME?"
"uuuuuhhhhhhhhh.......Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmassster PPPPPP,
PPPPP PPPPPPAAAAUUUULLLL, sssss, ssss, sssssiiiirrrrrr........"
Tightening slightly and quickening the stroke ever so slightly...
"..........Whose MASTER, am I, bitch?"
IIIIIIII, IIIIIII, I don't know, MMMAAASSSTTTERRRR......."
"Shall we FIND OUT,.......RIGHT NOW......whose MASTER I AM?
Hummmmmm?"
"NO!.....PLEASE!......NO!, NO!, NO!...PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE......
.......NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO........."
Tighter....faster........"no, WHAT, BITCH???"
"........mmmmmmaaaaasssstttttteeeeerrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!.....uuuuuuuu-
uuuuhhhhhhhhh...........uuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm........."
trailed off the answer as the head bobbed wildly around and the
body arched toward Him even further...............
"That's correct....SLAVE.......YOUR Master............YOURS! So
long as I have you where I want you and YOU want to be, you are
MINE!"
"........aaaahhhhhhhh....yes Master......yyyyyoooouuuurrrrssss!"
He released the thumb and forefinger and quickly withdrew
them.....as the grunting and moaning mouth exploded in a........
"NO MASTER....NO NO NO NO........PLEASE DON'T STOP IT...
...PPPPPLLLLEEEAAASSEEE!"
"Beg, me......convince me to resume........"
"oh god......please Master.....please....I'll do anything you
want....take me.....use me.......but....pppppplllleeeeeaasssseeee
...ffffiiiinnniiiisssshhhh MMMMMMMEEEEE....PPPPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAAA-
SSSSEEEEE!" came the expected reply.
"Take you? Use you?.....what sort of language is that, slave?"
"FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MMMMEEEEE, MMMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRRR..
...RRRRAAAAMMMM YYYYOOOUUUURRRRR CCCCOOOOCCCCKKKK IIINNNN
MMMMYYYY CUNT! STUFF MY ASS WITH IT........TEAR MY NIPPLES OFF..
.....ANYTHING.....BUT PLEASE, MASTER, FFFFFFIIIINNNNIIIISSSSHHHHH
MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE! PLEASE, MASTER!"
He stepped back and set the cat in motion, up through the wet
spread valley before Him, swiftly and HARD, taking particular
care to have the tips lick continuously exactly where His thumb
and forefinger had been before........over and over and over...
As the sweating, straining blond arched into the licking, oiled
strands and hissed...literally hissed..........
"yyyyeeeesssssss.....MMMMMAAAAASSSTTTEEEERRRRR.......HURT ME
MORE...YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS....SSSSSOOOOO GGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD
....CCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMINNNNGGGGG, MMMMMMASTER....CUMMING.....
NNNNOOOOOWWWWW!"
....And the body before Him arched one last time, straining
outward and then went slack in the rams and blocks as the head
rolled over backwards and the eyes slid closed.......FINISHED...
...OUT LIKE THE PROVERBIAL LIGHT............
He tossed the cat across the room onto the leather covered bench,
and, after checking His swooning 'charge' to make certain she was
breathing normally and in no danger, He turned and walked toward
linda and Mistress Marla.
The sight before Him shocked him, at first. Mistress Marla had
removed the spreader rods or bars from between the trays linda
was strapped into, kneeling, thus allowing her legs to splay out
wider, or so it seemed. As He studied the position more
carefully, He realized that linda now controlled the spread of
the trays and her legs......and she could move them wider,
outward or draw them in tight, at will.
Except for ONE SMALL FACTOR.....Mistress Marla was standing
behind her, commanding...."spread em...you bitch....wider...
...wider yet......slut.....wider.......wider than that.....
...now, hold them their.........."
As He watched, Mistress Marla began applying a crop with a
leather loop on the end to the splayed and split wet slit before
Her,......the legs started to close....and the commanding voice
reverberated through the room.........
"WIDER....YOU FUCKING BITCH....I SAID....WIDER!!!!! DO YOU HEAR
ME?"
"yyyyeeeeeesssss....MISTRESS.......anything you say...MISTRESS!"
The crop toyed with the spread linda......teasing her all along
her spread lips, caressing the rings and burrowing into the open
valley......over and over and over as the legs closed ever so
slightly in reaction to what was going on and then widened even
more.
Master Paul watched the scene in silence as Mistress and slave
seemingly teased and worked together, with each other....it was
difficult to determine just who, EXACTLY, was getting the most
pleasure out of the episode before Him.
"Ok, bitch, close em up...."
The legs swung shut, pulling the broad leather strap over linda's
back down taut. The strain of holding her legs that way showed on
linda's body and her face as she tightened every muscle to do it.
Marla slapped her naked behind with an open palm and said........
...."now hold em that way until I tell you otherwise....."
Walking over to Him, Marla said to Paul..."I see you finished our
little blond friend......good....I'll take her down and put her
away to 'hang around' for a while.......you tend to linda for a
while........she LIKES this "loose in the trays" gig..........."
and with that, Marla walked back toward the sagging, still
sweating and now slightly shuddering blond in the blocks and
rams.
As Master Paul walked up close to the hanging linda, doubled up
and bound tightly into her "kneeling trays" and up as high as the
overhead hoist could take her, she raised her head up......He
gave a slight shudder as He viewed an angry red welt across her
cheek. Straining, she tried to smile, ever so slightly, back at
Him...but the effort was sort of pathetic....she looked, for all
the world, like whipped, wet, straining and hurt puppy dog.
Reaching up into the trolley drawer, He retrieved the control box
and slowly lowered her down to the the floor where He discon-
nected the hook from the D-Ring in the broad strap, raised the
hook and cable back up and pushed the trolley back out of the
way.
Carefully, He released the broad leather strap that bound linda
into the trays and from which she had been suspended and threw it
over her back onto the floor on the other side of her. Next He
disconnected the link between her cuffed wrists on her back and
then, finally, He unbuckled the two broad, black leather straps
on either leg and tray that held her down tight, kneeling in
them. Placing His hands in her armpits, He raised her to sitting
position in the trays, knees together and let her rest for a
while, watching her carefully. She kept her head down and said
not a word to Him. When she was upright He could see a small
amount of dried blood on her left nipple and surmised that the
nipple ring had torn her flesh.
After a few minutes of rest, He took linda's hands in His and
helped her off the elevated trays, to stand before Him, naked,
head down and eyes lowered. No words were spoken between them. In
the background He could hear Mistress Marla removing and moving
the now wide awake blond to the far end of the room and a door
being unlocked and opened. Shortly thereafter, the begging and
pleading started all over from the blond, from inside the room..
"Nooooo Mistress....not up there.......no, please....not TONIGHT!
Let me sleep in the bed upstairs, please, Mistress." There was a
loud crack of a crop on bare flesh and a long, moaning whimper,
then silence. He focused His attention back on linda........
"Spread your legs and stand with them apart for a while......."
She slowly spread them open about three feet and stood there,
hands at her sides, head and eyes lowered. He walked around
behind her and ran His hand up and down her naked back and
behind, slowly caressing her as she shivered under His touch. He
took her hair, from the rear, in His left hand and drew her head
back so her eyes were staring up at the ceiling, and said........
"Now, MY slave, MY total submissive and MY possession, are we
ready to begin learning how YOUR MASTER wishes you to obey Him?"
The answer, unhesitatingly, softly, and very clipped and short,
came back.......
"yes, MASTER"
"Kneel on the carpet, legs apart as they are."
"yes, Master"
"Put your behind down tight on the floor between your legs."
"yes Master"
Releasing her hair, "head down, eyes down, chin on your chest"
"yes Master"
"Place the tops of your feet on the carpet, toes pointing
backward and place your hands, palms upward, on the tops of your
thighs"
"Yes, Master"
"This is the position I want you to take every time you come to
me to be my slave and fly for me....do you understand ME?"
"YES, MASTER....I UNDERSTAND, MASTER"
Walking around in front of her, He stood, just in front of her, a
foot or so from her spread knees and placing His hands in her
hair, bent her forward between the spread knees as He said....
"Place your hands behind your back, one palm in the other,
straight back, and lick my feet, slave....."
From below, "yes, Master" and then the feeling of a soft tongue
sliding over the tops of first one foot and then the other, and
the head moving as the tongue searched for, found and licked,
carefully, ten separate toes and then withdrew and the lips
gently kissed each foot.......
He sighed through a knowing grin as he stared down at the still
wet head of chestnut colored hair and the trembling arms, hands
and body below Him. She was obviously, completely enjoying this,
far more than He was or that He had hoped that she would.
He reached down and took her shoulders, palm under each, and sat
her back up, saying.......
"When we 'meet', each time, you will do what you just did when I
stand where I just did, after you have assumed the position....
....understand?"
"Oh, YES, Master.....I understand!" and a long shuddering sigh
from the down turned mouth could be plainly heard.
"Place your hands, palm up, back on your thighs."
"Yes, Master"
Walking behind her, took her hair in both His hands, at the rear
of her head, and drew her backward, as he said.....
"Close your eyes and lie back slowly.......all the way back
between your legs...."
"yes, Master....thank you Master"
"For what?"
"For showing me YOUR WAYS for me Master"
"Do you like them?"
"Oh,....YYYEEEESSSS MASTER.....VERY VERY MUCH, Master" came the
reply.
"This, my sole slave and only possession, is your FIRST POSITION
before YOUR Master and it's three separate variations. You will
always sit this way, upright, when you are with me, even in the
car, which you have already done and therefore know, don't you?"
"YES, MASTER!" (a shudder as memories of that returned to her)
"In the forward position, you greet me as you did, with lips and
tongue, just as you did tonight, for the first time....every time
we begin...without me telling you to....do you understand?"
Yes, Master...I understand Master...COMPLETELY, MASTER!" (another
sigh and shudder).
"It does not matter who is in the room. If you are naked and have
come to serve me, you will do this.....do you understand?"
"Yes Master.....may I ask you a question Master?"
"Yes"
"Will you have others with us, Master, when we are together this
way?"
"Perhaps, but that depends on what you and I agree to, my
slave...between us and ONLY us!"
"Yes, Master....I understand you, Master" (a long, contented
sigh)
"In the forward position, I may bind and strap you tightly, and
leave you there if you misbehave or disobey me in MINOR ways, do
you understand me?"
"YES, MASTER" (strong, clipped and very quickly said)
"And in this, backward position, legs spread wide, your back and
head upon the floor, toes pointed back and soles of your feet
exposed upward along side you, hands palm up on your thighs, and
legs spread wide open.....in THIS POSITION you shall receive
SEVENS for things such as failing to call me Master after each
set of words or answers you speak to me.........do you understand
me?"
"yes"
He smiled and chuckled to himself as he slowly left her and
walked over to the leather covered bench and retrieved the well
oiled and previously well USED cat and then walked back to stand
beside her.
"I see......my misbehaving wench! You've just EARNED a seven,
haven't you?"
"YES..........MASTER!" came the reply.
"Sevens are administered with a cat or a crop upon the soles of
your feet, the palms of your hands, upon your bare breasts and
upon the 'valley of your Master's pleasures', in rotation...
...seven separate strokes to seven separate and predetermined
locations, always the same.....do you understand me, slave?"
A long shudder, and low moan followed by a timid "yes, Master".
And with that, He carefully whipped the soles of her feet, the
palms of her hands, each breast and then laid the crop, length-
wise, up the middle of her spread legs in quick succession, as
she moaned and spread her legs wider and thrust her chest body
upward to meet the last three "strokes".
"That is a SEVEN, slave"
"I like them, MASTER........I like them very very much, MASTER!"
"Some slaves fear them a great deal........they will beg and
plead to avoid them."
"NOT YOUR SLAVE, MASTER......I.....LIKE.....THEM.....MASTER... A
LOT, MASTER!!!" came the unhesitating reply.
Somehow, He knew that would be her answer,.....He knew it!
"One final item..........the punishment for you rejecting me or
ejecting me, ANY PART of me......from your mouth or any other
orifice of your body....from the valley of MY pleasures or any
where else.........is A SEVEN-FIVE-SEVEN......this you will
DEFINITELY NOT LIKE, slave"
"yes, Master?" (a long shudder)
"SEVEN continuous SEVENS, administered hard and fast, in quick
succession, followed by FIVE MINUTES of *THIS*"........stooping
down, He reached between her splayed legs, running His thumb and
forefinger up from the VERY WET soft and lightly spasming mouth
of her sexual passage until the hooded and tingling stem of her
sexual core was between His thumb and fore finger as the blond's
had been just a short time ago.........
"OH, NO MASTER.......I won't EVER reject you or push you out of
me.....EVER....NOT EVER.......MASTER.........I promise you.....
.....I will take you inside me and service you......I won't
reject you.......EVER, MY MASTER........" and a low moan as the
finger and thumb tightened and slowly gripped her in the most
intimate and "knowing" of ways........"NO, MASTER.....NEVER,
MASTER.......NOT EVER...MASTER!!!!" she shot back at Him, tersely
and fully meaning every word as the full impact of FIVE MINUTES
of this registered upon her......
He watched the knot of fear tighten in her belly muscles and
ripple across her lower torso as her breath quickened......
...and released her and stood back up.
"Master?"
"Yes?"
"Would you REALLY do that to me for FIVE MINUTES, Master, if I
rejected you from my mouth or 'other places' Master?"
"Without hesitation, slave.....WITHOUT HESITATION!"
"Thank you, Master....I understand, Master"
Walking behind her, He placed the palms of His hands under her
shoulders and raised her to an upright, 'normal' kneeling version
of His FIRST POSITION and left her there, head down, eyes cast
downward, palms on thighs, upward, knees spread far far apart and
walked to the far end of the room to the open door leading into
what looked like a black leather lined cell of some sort. As He
walked, he thought about how wet linda had been when He had
demonstrated the SEVEN-FIVE-SEVEN......wetter then when Marla,
Mistress Marla, had been working on her earlier and when he had
His hand up inside her........
He now KNEW linda absolutely reacted, with extreme hunger and
fear built passion, to the routines He had just explained and
demonstrated. Any woman He had ever used them on previously, had
done the same. They were HIS punishments and position(s)...
...uniquely His. Something He had slowly developed over the years
after working with several good slaves.....full and complete
submissives....sexual submissives, all......and He understood the
effect of the kneeling, spread position as it tensioned and
focused tendons and muscles and amplified the sexual effect of
His words and His actions or attentions on His slave(s). From
what linda had previously done, He knew she was familiar with the
workings of the position and could do it for long periods of
time, effortlessly, it seemed. He would find that out, for sure,
shortly.
Stepping through the door to the cell, He was greeted by a
strange and wild sight, on the wall to His left, framed in solid
black leather..........
"Come here, Master Paul, and see the 'resting position' of my
little blond bitch slave you wore out, out there!" Marla
exclaimed to Him as he walked toward them.
There, on a long, padded and leather covered wall, was the blond
slave, bound tight to it, face outward, splayed in a wide "X",
no part of her touching floor or ceiling, black leather straps
anchoring her tightly to the wall at wrists, forearms, and upper
arms above, across her forehead, a wide, ball gag containing
strap over her mouth, a padded blinder strap over her eyes, a
very wide strap across her upper chest under her arms, a wider
one yet across her belly and four wide straps across her upper
and lower legs, splayed out below as her arms were above. From
between her legs came a two inch wide strap that rose upward and
buckled to a strap and belt buckle riveted to the strap over her
belly......a strap that passed through leather loops on the ends
of buried shafts that filled her, front and back, and from which
two wires ran from each shaft base to a small, many knobbed,
black box on the wall. On each nipple, was affixed a butterfly
nipple clamp, from which hung a fair sized lead weight.
As He approached the strapped up blond He could hear her muffled,
guttural moans and protests but not much else. Marla ran Her
hands over the bound and spread blond's splayed body and then
walked to the the black box and turned dials. A low humm came
from the buried shafts inside the now quivering blond. As Marla
turned the knobs the humm grew louder and louder. Satisfied, She
released the knob and walked over to Master Paul.
"You like my little special resting arrangement for this bitch,
Master Paul?"
It was then that He noticed four extra pairs of wires coming out
from under the crotch dividing and splitting black leather strap
and going up to the many knobbed control box......
"What are the other four sets of wires for, Marla?"
"Oh, those......deep inside her pussy are two silver 'eggs' with
vibrators in them......in between the two plugs, front and rear,
there is another one, laid crossways and held tight there with
the strap, and finally, there is another, buried above the front
shaft, in the slit, up against her clit, above, just below it and
just touching it. I only have the vibrators on in the shafts at
present, which, incidentally, I can expand or contract inside her
with one of the knobs.......the shafts will expand outward or
shrink inward........watch......"
She went back to the many knobbed box and began adjusting other
knobs. Each adjustment brought a 'reaction' from the helplessly
bound and spread slave......and the weights on the nipple clamps
began to sway and bob continuously as the adjustments were made.
As Mistress Marla adjusted and 'tuned' the knobs and the devices
they controlled, the strapped open slave's toes began to curl
involuntarily, and her fists clenched.....He could see her jaws
tighten, also, as she bore down on the ball gag with her teeth...
Marla continued to adjust and tune as the belly muscles of the
now jerking blond ripple with sexual excitement and reactions...
...the muscles in her neck and the rest of her body began to
tighten, visibly, and her breath, through only her nostrils, came
in quick, deep snorts.
Paul watched the Mistress continue making adjustments out of the
corner of His eyes as he watched the 'reactions' they caused on
the strapped body before Him.........several final adjustments
caused the blond to stiffen visibly and mightily, after which a
long snorting sigh was heard and she went limp in the straps,
toes uncurling, palms opening and all muscles relaxing.......
Mistress Marla stepped away from the box and walked over to Him
to stand next to Him...........
"OUT!....Like a light!........In record time, too!....... Watch
what happens next as she comes around.....I've left the devices
where they were set when she went out......watch....I'll be back
in a minute."
She left the room and He stood there watching the limp blond
strapped to the wall before Him. After several minutes, the toes
and fingers moved slightly, and then the body, strapped tight as
it was, jerked wildly against the straps and a long series of
gagged, protesting moans and muffled screams could be heard as
the fists tensioned and released and the toes curled and un-
curled.........and that process went on for several more minutes,
accompanied, always, by the panting, snorting sounds of increased
breathing through the nose and the onset and increase of the
rippling belly muscles and then a general tightening of all
muscles, over the entire body, followed by a long muffled scream
or moan and then total relaxation as the blond went 'lights out'
again.
Marla came back in the room just as the strapped up slave was
coming back to life a second time.......
"See?.....She's good for dozens of those, through the night....
and when I'm through with her, she'll do ANYTHING I ask of her or
command her to do........this little trick is my 'specialty',
Master Paul.......I take uncooperative women who may not want to
do my bidding and be my slave or someone else's, especially women
who are, shall we say, less then appreciative of sexually
pleasing a man or a woman to whom they belong or will belong, and
I teach them to appreciate VOLUNTARY SEX through long and
continuous INVOLUNTARY ORGASMS AND FULL CLIMAXES TO UNCON-
SCIOUSNESS in this fully bound and helpless position....."
Marla walked over to the now orgasmically rising blond and pulled
the nipple clamps out fiercely from her chest with one hand and
began whipping the tensioned breasts with the crop She held in
Her other hand..........continuously over, under, in between and
on the sides of each breast.......as the blond's muffled screams
and gurgling moans rose and the toes curled and fists clenched
once again and she again passed out.......this time, coated from
head to toes with sweat.........and with a solid golden stream
of urine streaming down her limp legs onto the terrazzo floor
below her; streaming off the ends of her toes in multiple golden
waterfalls.
Marla turned around and walked back to Master Paul.
"Come on out here.....I want to show you something linda built
for me....designed......a while back.....from memory.......I just
moved her for you so you can see her handiwork used on her....."
and Marla and Paul walked out of the cell, Marla closing the
door, with a final sounding slam, behind her. As the door slammed
shut, Master Paul thought about the endless series of orgasms the
blond would experience through the coming hours and He shuddered.
...it was not good to leave a slave that way, unattended.
As His eyes focused on the room before him, in the dim, infra-red
light, He saw linda, stretched horizontal in the middle of the
room where the blond had been in the rams and blocks. Only,
linda was stretched between four rams with her hands and feet in
the black rubber blocks, spreadeagled, face up, horizontally,
about crotch height with a fifth ram rising from the floor and
under her back. All five rams were coming out of the floor, and
none were extending down from the ceiling, as before with the
blond. The one at her middle back had a rubber block or pad that
gripped her from the top of her behind, along her back for maybe
eighteen inches toward her shoulder blades. The block was huge
and rose up around her sides. An eighteen inch wide black leather
strap rose out of one side of the huge block and passed over her
belly to anchor tightly to the rubber block's other side.
Linda was exactly horizontal, fully spread and very very tightly
tensioned out of the large belly and back block toward each
outer, spread ram and hand or foot encasing rubber block. As He
walked around to her head, hanging backward, hair dangling down
toward the floor, He said........
"Well, lovely slave....what have we here?"
"Alex's RAMS, MASTER!" came the terse reply.
"I see.........do you 'like' them, slave?"
"NO MASTER!!!" came the terser reply, filled with fear which was
emphasized by a long shudder through her body.
"I see.......who put you in these, slave?"
"ALEX, MASTER!" another shudder.
"Did Alex hurt you in these?"
"YES, MASTER!"
"Are you afraid of them?"
"Terrified, MASTER....."
"Then why are you in them, MY lovely slave?"
"Mistress Marla put me in them to show you what Alex did to me,
Master"
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
Part 3, Chapter 1
LINDA DESCRIBES AND MISTRESS MARLA DEMONSTRATES
"ALEX'S RAMS"
Standing behind the sweating face and hair of His newly
acquired slave and possession, between her outstretched and
tightly tensioned arms, Master Paul gazed downward at the eyes
and below Him. They were filled with REAL fear and yet there was
an ever present, all consuming, constant hunger glowing in them
as linda gazed back at Him and said........
"may I explain, to MY NEW MASTER, about the 'rams', please...
...MASTER?"
"You may begin.....slave."
"A couple of years ago, I ran away from 'home', and Johnny,
Master. I hitch hiked across the country, mostly with truckers
and businessmen in their cars and trucks, pleasing them as they
wished, and only I could, in payment for the rides they gave me.
I ended up in California, where I 'worked' my way from Sacramento
to San Francisco, down the coast to Santa Barbara, into Los
Angeles and then, eventually into San Diego. By the time I got to
San Diego, I had several thousand dollars saved up and neatly
tucked away in my purse, garment bag and black leather 'equipment
bag', Master."
"I see........and how did you come by all that money, slave?"
"You know, Master....I 'worked' for it.....you know......"
"No, I don't *KNOW*.........tell me, specifically, how you
'worked for it', slave!"
"Nooooooo, Master.....pppplllleeeaaassseee!!!! Don't make me tell
about that...it's 'dirty'.....please Master....NO?"
"Tell me!!!"
"I.....I.......I....'made love' to men for money, Master....."
"You *FUCKED* and *SUCKED* them for money, is what you mean don't
you? You whored for them.....correct?"
"......yyyyyyyeeeeessssss,.....Master............." came the
quiet and subdued reply as the eyes closed and the head turned
sideways to avoid His stare......."
"OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT ME, YOU WHORE!!!!" came the instant
response to linda's actions.
The head snapped back to a face upward position and the eyes, now
genuinely filled with fear, remorse and dread, stared up at Him
in a questioning and wholely anticipating way.
"That's better........now, after having whored your way down the
California coast to San Diego, what did you do there, slave?"
"I....I rented a very very nice apartment, Master, on the top
floor of a very very exclusive apartment building....one with a
lot of security and doormen and maids and things like that...I
furnished it with the money I made on the way down and with all
the money I made in the first couple of months that I was in the
apartment, Master. It was beautiful. I loved it, Master."
".....And....???"
"Then, I MET ALEX, Master.....MASTER ALEX!!!"
"How?"
"In a bar one night, Master......I was 'working' and He sat down
across the bar from me and started 'doing things to me', Master..
...you know...what I mean...like you did at the Lounge, Master..
...only I wasn't dancing...I was sitting there, 'working',
Master."
Linda raised her head and glanced furtively and apprehensively at
Mistress Marla, who was standing between her wide stretched legs,
listening attentively to her every word.........
"Master.....may I please tell you about JUST these rams.....
please....and wait until later or another time to tell you about
Alex, how I met Him and how I came to learn the rams from first
hand experience with them......please Master?"
Paul glanced upward and forward at Marla who had a very
dissatisfied frown on her face at that point, and then He glanced
downward at the now lowered head and eyes of His new slave....
eyes that were pleading for relief from going on with the
tale.....
"Yes.....you may tell me ONLY about the rams, slave....BEGIN!"
"Master, as I explain, may Mistress Marla demonstrate them WITH
ME IN THEM....please, Master?"
"YES.....BEGIN, SLAVE!"
"....these rams, Master, are exactly like the ones used in the
'training place' Master Alex helped design in Mexico....Master.
They are VERY SPECIAL, Master....they can do things to a slave in
ways no one would ever EVER dream of or think possible.....the
rubber hand and foot 'molds' are special and are custom made for
each slave. They were serial numbered and marked just like the
slaves they were used on, Master......."
Marla walked to the block encapsulating linda's left hand and,
inserting a special, seven sided, custom made allen wrench in
four holes in the corners of the black rubber block, carefully
unlocked the upper half of the block and removed it for Him to
see.
As He turned to stare down at the hand within the opened block,
with Marla holding the upper half in Her hands away from the
hand encasing lower half, linda twisted her head sideways and
looked toward her left hand........
"....the hand block has two sets of molds inside it. The one that
my hand is in now allows a Master or Mistress to curl a slave's
palm and fingers around the steel gripping bar across it and
close her fist over it. When the upper block is replaced and
locked, she is holding on to the gripping bar, Master. The fist
is closed but the fingers are spread by the rubber projections
that go between the fingers......."
Marla turned the upper half block up so he could see the ridges,
of solid black rubber.... wide ridges that spread the fingers.
"...it's very very uncomfortable, Master.....not like holding
onto a trapeze ring or anything, Master.......it's....it's...
...very very....very scarey and uncomfortable, Master....."
"I see....and the other position is with the hand, palm up, and
fingers spread and outstretched and set in the other five spread
channels above the gripping bar, I take it?", He asked.
"Yes......Master....exactly....MASTER.........palm upward..
...fingers extended and spread wide, Master......."
Marla silently replaced and relocked the block in the four
corners with a half twist of the special allen wrench, then
walked to linda's left foot and opened the bottom 'foot block'.
A similar two position arrangement could be seen in that
block...one with the foot extended and toes severally pointed,
AND WIDELY SPREAD BY THE SAME SORT OF BLACK RUBBER CHANNELS OR
SPLITTING DIVIDERS....and the other which allowed a normal, 'flat
footed' position, but again, with the toes channeled and divided
by black rubber.
He nodded and Marla replaced and relocked the left foot block
with four cornered half twists of the allen wrench. Mistress
Marla placed the wrench on a shelf overhead and resumed Her
position between linda's legs, a foot or so away from the now
glistening nether lips........
"....would my Master like a demonstration of the rams and how
they can be used on His slave,.......Master?"
"Yes....."
Marla retrieved yet another control box and cable from overhead
and began to operate it. It had five toggle like switches or
posts on it that looked like miniature 'rams' themselves.
".....by pushing or pulling on the switches, Master, you can make
the rams go up or down......by pushing them forward, backward or
sideways, either way, you can make them move in the direction you
have pushed the switch....."
Marla demonstrated by moving linda's left foot ram up and down,
side to side and forward and backward, ever so slightly....to
move it more than slightly, away from linda, appeared as though
it would tear her leg off her body......
"Tell me something, my lovely, stretched slave.....can a Master
actually stretch His slave in these rams to the point where she
has her joints dislocated at the knees, hips, elbows and/or
shoulders?"
With a quick shudder and a long fearful, moaning sigh, the answer
came back instantly and very fear filled and clipped...."YES,
MASTER!!!"
"Did Alex or anyone ever do that to you?"
Another quick shudder and REAL fear in pleading eyes....."YES,
MASTER...ONCE HE DID....HE NEVER HAD TO DO IT AGAIN.....I
'BEHAVED' AND DID AS I WAS TOLD AFTER THAT, MASTER.....ALWAYS!!!"
As if to emphasize the point, Marla flicked the four switches in
such a way that all four hand and foot rams moved outward away
from linda's body or torso......the 'reaction' was immediate and
LOUD....
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO, MISTRESS.....PLEASE......DON'T DO THAT TO
ME...I'll DO ANYTHING YOU WANT.......PLEASE.......MISTRESS????"
The rams stopped but stayed tensioned. Linda moaned as her voice
died off to silence with real fear in her eyes as she gazed up at
Him.
Mistress Marla, with a satisfied and very very perverse grin on
Her face, said to Him...."why don't you stand back out of the way
and I'll demonstrate the 'rams' for you,....MASTER Paul.....?"
He hesitated, greatly, to move, looking down into the still fear
filled eyes of linda below Him.....as He thought about what kind
of monster could have dreamt up these things....with all their
potential for real harm and damage.......and as He stood looking
at her, linda said to Him......
"It's OK, Master.......Mistress Marla won't hurt me, Master...not
in any PERMANENT WAY....MASTER......may she 'do me' with the rams
Master? REALLY DO ME.....MASTER?.....PLEASE?"
The eyes and voice pleaded for Him to 'allow' it.....so he
responded, looking from linda to Marla, with....."YOU MAY
BEGIN!!!"
Marla tensioned the rams a bit more which brought a further round
of pleas and promises from linda to DO ANYTHING Marla wanted of
her, and once tensioned and spread very very tightly, Marla put
the control box back up above and retrieved a well oiled, very
long stranded cat with knotted instead of plain ends on it.
Systematically, Marla applied the cat over the stretched linda
with a furor and fury unlike anything Master Paul had ever seen
before. As linda screamed and moaned and begged, not for surcease
or for Mistress Marla to stop, but for MORE....always and
forever MORE, Marla walked the oiled, black leather strands of
the cat over the slickly oiled body of the naked, sweating and
stretched linda.......concentrating, at the end of the series, on
breasts and gold ringed nipples and on the ringed nether lips....
.......driving linda into a continuous climax as orgasm after
orgasm rolled through her tightly stretched body....nothing
touching her but the knot ended nine tails of the well oiled cat.
With a wild, long, plaintive scream and cry, linda passed out and
her head dropped back to hang limp between her horizontally
stretched arms. The flatted breasts and their reddened, ringed
nipples, now very rigid, heaved with her breath, telling Master
Paul she was breathing and....so far....OK.
Marla walked around linda and reached up into the ceiling over
her chest and drew down two wires with nipple clamps at the ends
of them. Working swiftly, she captured each nipple in a clamp
with the wire leading from the clamp, loosely, upward to the
ceiling where it was anchored or tied off. She walked back
between linda's legs and similarly attached two clamps to the
lips of her wet, spread sex. Then, reaching upward, she again got
the five switch control box and laid it in the palm of her left
hand. Carefully, Mistress Marla extended her palm over the five
switches and pressed downward.
Linda sank slowly downward before Master Paul's eyes, and, after
several inches of downward movement, the nipple and nether lip
attached clamps and wires began to tension and pull up tightly
and increasingly.........
"....aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh......MMMMMIIIIIISSSSTTTTTRRRRREEEEEESSSSS..
.........NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO......." came the scream from a
now wide awake linda........
Yet, linda still moved downward as the clamps and their
restraining wires stayed UP, stationary, with their tender
clamped 'cargo' stretching away from her body........until, amid
wild screams for mercy, relief, and long begging pleas of
"ANYTHING....MISTRESS...AAAAANNNNNYYYYYTTTTHHHHIIINNNGGGG!",
Marla raised her palm and linda stopped moving downward.
Marla walked to a wall and retrieved a short, wicked looking,
fine stranded whip, a miniature 'cat' in it's own right, and then
walked back to linda and began to systematically whip the four
clamp and wire stretched portions of linda's most sensitive and
intimate parts..........viciously and in rotation.......
As He was about to intervene and stop Marla short, She ceased the
whipping and walked around to the head of the whimpering linda...
"Give *ME* pleasure, you worthless, screaming, simpering....
BITCH.........NOW........and when you *FINISH ME*,.....I'll stop
whipping you!!!!"
Marla advanced on linda and straddled her head, her open sex over
a now rising mouth, lips and tongue........the lapping and
sucking could be heard even where Master Paul stood, some feet
away from them.....as Marla resumed the punishment of the two
lips and two nipples with the whip and linda worked frantically
and feverishly to 'get her off' so that the punishment would
stop...
Finally, after several minutes, Marla groaned and shuddered and
the fearful whipping ceased. Master Paul stood on the side,
watching and silently burning inside over what He had just
witnessed. The scene and Marla's conduct upset Him greatly.
A spent Marla retreated and revealed a face that was pathetically
covered and soaked with female juices and a pair of pathetic,
pleading eyes that somehow told Master Paul to stay away and
leave them alone.
He was LEARNING....slowly and very surely.....that His new slave
had capacities and apparent "hungers" for EXTREME torment and
submission beyond ANYTHING He had ever dreamt of, fantasized
about or seen in His entire life in another submissive female OR
male. He suspected, somehow, that Alex....MASTER Alex, as linda
still persisted in calling HIM, had had a great deal to do with
this.
Linda licked her lips with her tongue as Mistress Marla once
again moved to stand between the outstretched legs, control box
in hand.
"Now.....MASTER........I will demonstrate the full and complete
terror and versatility of the 'rams'......"
Marla flicked the switches and slowly raised the center ram and
block that held linda's torso captive as She slowly lowered the
hand and foot rams and moved them ever so slightly toward linda's
torso to compensate for the downward lengthening and stretching
of linda's limbs.......the clamps and their overhead anchored
wires seemed to stay identically tensioned through the process,
until linda was bowed in an arch, naked, sweating and oil
covered, face upward. The eighteen inch rubber torso block was
pliable enough to arch with the bowed, stretched and quivering
body.
Marla paused for a while and let Him study the 'position' and
it's 'possibilities'.....the arched slave with stretched nipples
and nether lips.......and then She reached out and quickly
unclamped the four clamps......linda gave a high pitched scream
as each clamp was released that died off into a final sobbing
shudder when the last was hanging loose from the overhead wires.
Slowly, with careful manipulation of the control box's switches,
Marla moved the rams at linda's hands inward toward her torso as
She raised the rams at the same time. As the hand rams came up
along side the center ram linda's arms were stretched upward
toward the ceiling and wide spread. Then, with similar expertise,
Mistress Marla lowered the spread foot rams and moved them to a
position along side the center ram and equally widespread like
the hand rams. Slowly, Marla stretched the captured linda upward
and downward, spreadeagled, vertically as the black leather belly
strap and block behind linda's back rotated ninety degrees on the
head of it's ram until linda was stretched to the limit in an
upright position, the foot blocks about six inches off the floor.
Having fully tensioned linda, once more, this time in a naked,
spreadeagled, vertical position, Mistress Marla put the control
box back up on it's shelf and began teasing linda's spread,
glistening "valley of her Master's pleasures" as linda called it.
Marla's other hand teased a rigid darkened nipple as She drove
linda ever upward in to orgasmic "flight". The teasing, complete
with insertion of one then two, then three, then four fingers,
then a thumb and then the entire fist up inside linda, went on
for many minutes as Paul listened to linda moaning and pleading
her submissive's "more Mistress...please MMMOOORRREEE" hunger
song.
Tiring of the sexual teasing of the quivering, sweating,
vertically spreadeagled slave, Mistress Marla retreated,
retrieved the control box and with careful manipulations, placed
linda back in the spread horizontal position and then reversed
the raising and lowering of the hand and the foot rams so that
when the manuever was completed, linda was again vertically
spreadeagled, but this time, UP SIDE DOWN with her hand blocks
about a foot off the floor. The foot rams were extended upward
alongside linda and the hand rams were down near the floor,
widespread. The eighteen inch belly strap and back block had
rotated 180 degrees from it's former upright position.
Linda's hair hung down toward the floor as the force of gravity
caused her breasts and nipples to appear uplifted toward her
hanging head and hair. Last minute adjustments further tensioned
and spread the upside down linda after which Mistress Marla put
the control box up and resumed Her teasing as before. Many
minutes went by as Marla teased the sweating, upside down,
spreadeagled slave into wild orgasms strung end to end. The pleas
and moanings of the slave's hunger song went on and on and
on....seemingly forever.
Marla again tired of the teasing and ceased, walking over to
Master Paul and saying, slyly,...."they're quite versatile, these
five steel rams and their custom fitted blocks....aren't they
MASTER Paul?"
He didn't reply, but simply glanced from Marla to the upside
down, shivering, sobbing, and spent linda and then back to Marla.
Marla walked away from Him and, securing the control box from
it's overhead perch, she started moving the rams and linda in the
blocks until she was in an upright, seemingly seated position,
about normal chair height off the floor, hands and arms overhead
and together above her head and her thighs horizontal and calves
and lower legs vertical and together. Slowly, Mistress Marla
spread the legs with the foot rams and moved them back toward
linda's torso as they spread wider and wider. The hand rams
spread and lowered until linda's arms were vertical and stretched
outward on either side of her body. When the rams ceased to move,
linda was upright, seemingly kneeling in the air, legs widely
splayed and knees tightly bent with her arms outward in a "swan
dive" position. The spread nether lips were exposed as Master
Paul had never ever seen before in His life. Then, slowly, Marla
raised the five rams and linda upward, maintaining her in this
position but raising her until her spread crotch was at eye
level. Marla put the control box back and picked up the vicious
short and thin stranded black oiled cat. As she approached linda,
the pleas began........
"NO MISTRESS!!!!! NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! PLEASE!!! I'm too
open MISTRESS!!!! You'll kill me.....MISTRESS.......
.....PPPPLLLLEEEEAAASSSSEEE!"
But all to no avail.......as the thin short strands began
whirling in a circle and advanced on the exposed spread valley.
As they made contact the deep and now open wet channel began to
contract and expand as the strands caressed and teased fearfully
and continuously.
Tiring of this teasing, pseudo-whipping, Marla tossed the small
cat on the floor and picked up the real thing with it's nine
knotted strands. Slowly, Mistress Marla walked behind linda and
amidst wild screaming protests for Her NOT to do it, She began
applying the cat, systematically, from behind the "seated" linda,
between her legs and up through the wet spread valley to slap
across the belly strap. The screams became long and plaintive
begging, not for relief, but for MORE! Always, forever and
hungeringly MORE! The session went on for many minutes as the
spread lips became red as fire and the expanding and contracting
empty sex reflected the sexual excitement being delivered and
extracted from the "seated" spread slave.
linda screamed and begged for relief and ever more....always
MORE.
Finally, Marla tired of the punishing, sexual catting of linda
and threw the cat on the floor. Master Paul stood off to the
side and continued to observe, remembering linda's soft request
for Him to "watch".
Marla walked around in front of linda and slowly unbuckled the
eighteen inch belly strap. Then, grabbing the control box from
overhead She lowered the center ram and it's block, now freed
from linda or vice versa, to the floor. Using the allen wrench,
she removed the block from the ram and walked over to the wall to
a large black conical item stowed there. She motioned to Him to
come help her and He did. The two of them moved the three foot
high black cone with a six foot in diameter base over to the
center ram, lowered to the floor below linda's spread and
kneeling style legs. Carefully, Mistress Marla attached the huge
black cone to the ram and made some adjustments and connections.
Satisfied, she walked back over to the wall and came back with a
very large diameter rubber cock that was no more than five or
six inches long and had a flared base. The top of the member was
perhaps an inch and a half in diameter and the base, perhaps two
and a half or three inches. Walking up to the black cone, Marla
unscrewed a portion of the top and screwed the rubber dildo in
it's place. It fit perfectly, it's base aligning with the
truncated cone in an even fit all the way around. It was then,
that Paul noticed the leather straps on the sides of the cone.
Glancing at Master Paul briefly, Marla said..."now, MASTER, we
begin to 'TRAIN' your slave Alex's way......"
Which brought the now lethargic linda fully to an attentive mode
as she lean her head down, chin on chest, and, for the first
time, THAT NIGHT, stared with horror at the black and ominous
cone andit's mounted cock on top.........
"MISTRESS!!!! You pppprrrroooommmiiiiisssseeeeddd you wouldn't
use IT! Please....NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Control box in hand, Mistress Marla raised the cone and it's ram
upward and by guiding linda carefully, She inserted the rubber
cock and slowly ram inserted it to it's based in the now grunting
linda who was "accepting" the 'lover' with wild and continuous
protests. Inserted, Marla ceased to raise the cone, set the
control box down and went about disconnecting the hand and foot
blocks from linda with the allen wrench. When Marla was finished,
Linda sat astride the black cone, the shaft buried deep inside
her, her legs down the sides of the cone, split exactly ninety
degrees. Quickly, Marla secured the black leather straps on the
cone around linda's thighs and ankles, pinning her to the cone.
Picking up the control box, Marla backed the hand and foot rams
away, far in front and back of linda. Linda's hands and arms
were free but there was nothing she could do with them. She
leaned forward and backward and attempted to brace herself on the
black, onyx-like, surfaced cone, but it was heavily oiled and
slippery, making the effort futile, at best.
The rubber male member, which, at first, to Master Paul, did not
seem outrageously long but did seem very wide at the base, slowly
disappeared up inside linda as she tried to prevent it's advance
and simply accomplished a deeper and faster penetration by her
attempts to stop it. Any movement made her sink lower and further
down onto the shaft until her lips were spread wide AND THE BLACK
CONE WAS BEGINNING TO ENTER AND SPREAD HER EVEN WIDER!!!
Slowly, Marla manipulated the controls and lowered linda, and the
penetrating cone and completely buried shaft downward until the
cone was almost resting on the floor. Almost...but NOT QUITE!
Then, slowly, all but the upper foot or so of the cone began to
rotate clockwise......THAT UPPER FOOT OR SO STAYED STATIONARY....
and linda began to rotate with the cone, being tightly strapped
to it, but not so tightly that she could not slide down in the
straps around her thighs and ankles...........as the rotation
slowly picked up speed, the friction began to raise wild protests
from linda...........
"......ohhhhh god, MISTRESS.....you PROMISED you wouldn't do this
to me....yyyyooooouuuuu PPPPPRRRRROOOOMMMMIIIISSSSEEEEEDDDDD!!!!"
"I lied, BITCH!"....came Mistress Marla's instant and clipped
reply.
The cone turned fairly slowly and then picked up speed.....as it
did, a slight opening appeared below the upper foot of the cone
and it's buried shaft and continued to widen as linda rose up and
tension started to show in her legs......
Marla stopped the cone, and tightened the straps on the ankles
and thighs until they bit into the flesh deeply and held it
locked securely. The open space between the upper section of the
cone and the lower was now two to three inches.....satisfied,
Marla picked up a set of wrist cuffs and attached them to linda's
wrists, then pulled her arms behind her back and clipped the
D-Rings on the cuffs together behind her back with a single gold
link.
Picking up the box, she resumed the rotation of the cone and now
added a new motion to the device. The top foot of the cone,
stationary and unmoving before, began to rise and fall, syste-
matically pistoning in and out of the sweating, protesting
linda as she picked up rotational speed and the cone and shaft
drove up and down, relentlessly and mechanically, in and out of
her.
As linda rotated and the cone and shaft drove in and out of her,
Marla set the control box down and picked up the long stranded
cat with the knotted ends and began lashing linda as she rotated
before her. The process continued for many minutes as the
protests slowly switched to the old familiar "hunger song" for
more and still more......ALWAYS MORE.......ALWAYS and in ALL
WAYS!!!
Marla picked up the control box and raised the rotating and now
"flying" linda upward, cone and all.......up and up and up..
..until she was up where her head was but inches from the
ceiling and the pistoning upper cone and shaft were at eye level
for Master Paul to see plainly.........
The catting and the systematic fucking of a rotating and pleading
slave, begging for more and more, went on for what seemed like
hours. Linda stayed upright, which amazed Him no end, until,
finally, at the very end, she gave a wild screaming moan and
slumped forward and downward at the waist to hang down with her
nipples barely touching the cone and rubbing along it's oiled
surface as she continued to rotate and the shaft drove up and
down relentlessly.
Master Paul started to walk toward Mistress Marla to stop the
rotation and the pistoning shaft but She motioned Him away. He
stood, arms folded across His chest, with a deep frown on His
face, as he watched His slave, bent double and hanging down on
the cone, legs tightly strapped and the infernal dildo and upper
cone driving in and out of her with suctioning, slurping, noisy
strokes, regain consciousness and attempted to lift the dragging
breasts and nipples off the black, oiled surface of the cone.
Finally, after a great deal of effort, she managed to sit
upright, her eyes glazed and the keening, hungering, pleading,
panting moans for more resuming as if she had not reached her
sexual peak and climax before. Marla set the control down on the
floor and walked over to Master Paul.
"Let's go get a cup off coffee,......MASTER.....she'll 'keep' for
a while there......."
He started to say something, but thought better of it as He
watched linda on the spinning cone and listened to her egging the
pistoning monster on......."FUCK ME....OH, FUCK ME....HARDER....
......MORE......DEEPER........MORE.......MORE...........
MMMMMMOOOOOORRRRREEEEE!!!!"...and watched her clench and unclench
her fists behind her back.
He followed Marla up the stairs, wondering what in the HELL He
had walked into.........
In the kitchen, Marla told Him, simply,....."you have seen
nothing......wait until you see the rest of what the rams can
do.........you have seen NOTHING, MP old buddy.......NOTHING!!!"
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