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From: mhs@camelot.bradley.edu (Johnathan Scala) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: Story:Linda's Epic Adventures in Life Organization: Bradley University Date: 2 Feb 93 23:32:06 GMT JUST POSTING ON REQUEST I think this story has also been called Lord of the Rings.....but i'm prolly wrong _________________________________________________________________ ______________ \titleis{Linda's Epic Adventures in Life} \dateis{ Part I, Chapter 1} "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 pseudo 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 getting 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 fucking 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 rumours 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 S&M Scene trick! I'm tired of this shit from you! 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 upsidedown position she saw ring bolts 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 she 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" and the buckle end and loops 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, and "what the hell are they going to do with me?" She didn't have to wait for long to get her answer, she remembered. Hilda quickly walked her, bent double, over to the "Chair" and slammed her into the seat with her arm still crammed up to the top of her head. She slammed her other 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, then walked 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 front of Linda's feet and hands in 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 were stretched out straight from her arms and her feet 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 `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 sitting in is much more than a chair." And with that she 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 maneuvered 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 so her stretched hands and finger tips pointed straight down at the floor and the hoops at the ends of 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 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 neck 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 illuminated 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 fucking 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. 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 did 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 --- M I S T R E S S!--- 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 caressed 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 continued to caress 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 explained that 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 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 shoved one in Linda's upturned, doggy fashion, ass and one in 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 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 asked. The answer was eye blinking again. It was the best she could do. Mistress smiled and walked around behind. 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 ass cheeks 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 contortions 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 but the orgasms 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 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 separated. "Linda! You going to stand there day dreaming all day or are you going to play your fucking songs, bitch?" It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the UShaped 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 the 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 fucking 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 dude with a beard and moustache looking back at her in the mirror. She turned her head away and went through 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 and had both --- "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". \titleis{Linda's Epic Adventures in Life} \dateis{ Part I, Chapter 2} Memories of the past flow back as Linda hunts a "new" master. With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the mustached 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 orgasmic 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 recreate 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 inexperienced 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 gently, 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 aroused and swollen, down thrust, tingling breast as its muscles spasmed in time with her post orgasmic tremors. The hand paused, and then slowly descended 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 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 unmistakable 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, rigidly 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 unmistakable 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 laped 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 squeezed 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 aroused 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 knowledge 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 rhythmically contracting throat until she could feel the tickle of male pubic hair on her nose and against her super sensitized nostrils. As the distinctly aroused 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 tightened 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 penetrated 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 aroused 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 occurred, 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 harbour 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 champagne 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 immobile 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 metallic 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 ten 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 innards. 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 kneaded 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 mouth 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 savour 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. \titleis{Linda's Epic Adventures in Life} \dateis{ Part I, Chapter 3} Linda Meets the Handsome "Master of the `Rings'" 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 upsidedown 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 bizarre 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 DRings 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 laden 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 Gatorade. The other two tasted somewhat like a milk shake. 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 emanating from it's outer edge up into the mirrored 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 cross section. "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 squeaking 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 nozzle, walked over to her right and the squeaking 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 cessation 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 STIFLED 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 hairy, 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 forceps 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 RIGIDLY 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 probably 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 cartilage 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 position 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 terrazzo, 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 right side 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 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 innards. "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! --- GLEAMING, 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! \titleis{Linda's Epic Adventures in Life} \dateis{ Part I, Chapter 4} Mistress Hilda and "friends" take charge of Linda. 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, spreadeagled 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 inflict maximum pain and suffering on its female victim through 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 terrazzo 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 "chokers" "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 up stretched 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 down turned 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, weeping 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 to 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 terrazzo 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 give and do anything --- ANYTHING AT ALL! --- to satisfy MISTRESS HILDA'S smallest request --- INSTANTLY!!! And the "conditioning process" through which THAT transition was accomplished --- COMMENCED SWIFTLY THEREAFTER! --- Linda recalled. A horrifying, unbelievable "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 slick 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 favourite 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 whore's 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 receding 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 terrazzo 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 and meshed concert, downward at her tortured, severely 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 into 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 up stretched 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 up stretched 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 raspingly 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 initial 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 slimy, 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 INNARDS. 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 CONSUMMATE BITCH WITH THE BIG BARE WHITE BREASTS, STEP INTO LINDA'S TERRAZZO "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 semblance 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 terrazzo floored pit and walked over to her right --- and the squeaking 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. \titleis{Linda's Epic Adventures in Life} \dateis{ Part I, Chapter 5} Linda returns to the present --- "almost"! 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 savour that fateful introduction to a new sexual life and existence --- as it tried to recreate the warm sexual sensations and mind controlling 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 hairy, tall, mustached 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 repo'ed 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. "Want'a 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, mustached, "Italiano" lower middle aged operator. He was alleged to be one of the few sworn, blood "brothers" of the local "Mafioso"--- 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 goddamn 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. Anyway, 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 them 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 3:00 AM 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 night time 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 nonchalantly 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. 2:00 AM 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 --- nothing 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 rest rooms 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 queried 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 diluted, 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 referred to them all the time. After placing the remaining two gold rings on the Kleenex, she gently 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 fluorescent scarlet orange lip shade with her lip brush. She ovaled her lips into a cock sized "O" and put the finishing touches on them so that they framed the deep, soon not to be empty, ovaled circle 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 splendour and flesh tone tints ranging from the colour of her white skin through the colour of her tanned belly to a very scarlet orange fluorescent colour 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 midriff. 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 colours of the body, enhancing the natural colour and adding the same fluorescent 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 reflected 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 through the number making a concerted effort to keep her legs fairly well closed through out 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 laboured breathing audible when the next song started, a tune that began with the crescendo music from the famous sound track of "2001 - A SPACE ODYSSEY". The music rose in both volume and instrumental focus and pitch toward it's volumetric and rhythmic "climax" --- and as it approached the crescendo 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 deliberately, 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 favours took over completely and totally --- as she made this "Linda's Night", NOT THEIRS! \titleis{Linda's Epic Adventures in Life} \dateis{ Part I, 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 fluorescent 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 Ushaped 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 resemblance 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 favourite 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 UShaped 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 proffering "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 extracted 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 its large fingers up and patted her inner, sweating thigh, and then rubbed up and down its 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 favours. The leg securing hands lowered her ever so gently 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 laped 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 ex hooker 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 occupied 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 official 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 immense 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 UShape 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 gently 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 precedes 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, `occasionally', 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 iron worker. 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 kind'a sick and wanted to skip a set or two while she tried to take some aspirin 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 lamming 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' he saw herself hanging upsidedown 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 terrazzo "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, forward 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 spreadeagled 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 ever in her life either seen or heard of and now was in the pain racked 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 ENCIRCLED WITH HER OWN, NOW TENSIONED, HAIR!!! As she viewed the entire room slipping past her, 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 "clicksnap" 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 truly 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 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 laped 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! \titleis{Linda's Epic Adventures in Life} \dateis{ Part I, Chapter 7} Through conscious, hypersensitized 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 caressing 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 --- fulfillment. 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 colour 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!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!" And Linda climbed higher and higher up the steps 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 contortions. The nipples swelled and expanded outward as the contracting and expanding widely spread sex hole 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 purview 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 hypersensitized body, she beckoned him back to her --and also with screaming verbal entreaties that filled the stifling hot room as the MASTER step out of her "passion pit" and walked to 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 orifices with every talented muscle she had or ever hoped to have. "SSSSSSOOOOOOO 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 tightened 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 pleasurable, 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 squeezed and stretched breast's millions of stimulated nerve endings. Quickly, the left breast and nipple were similarly attended to and captured, stretched and squeezed until her MASTER was satisfied that they were entirely correct. And Linda moaned down to him --- "OH THANK YOU, MY MASTER, OH THANK YOU --- IT FEELS SO GGGGGGOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD! --- 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 part way 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 orifices 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 seized 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' plied 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, DAMN IT, 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 upsidedown. 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", spreadeagled, 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 wrath 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 caressing 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, hoarse, 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 slowly 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 repo'ed 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 surprise, 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 I can thank you--- " and her voice drift off uncomfortably. A low, firm voice 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 pantyhose 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. Subject: Linda Part2, Chtr1 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 its top where an expectant and shivering small fleshy knob waited in anticipation and expectation; expectations that were about to become thoroughly fulfilled! As the finger slowly and tantalizingly 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 laped the wet, long finger with her sensitive 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 hanging 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 beginnings 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 suddenly 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 accommodate 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 tightening 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 laped it from the base to the tip, over and over and over again, paying careful attention to the sensitive, 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 hypersensitized 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 furtively 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 tightened and allowed nothing to pass upward until she raised her head upward and looking down her sloped pretty nose, released 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 tightened 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 exquisite 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 fell 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 Shalimar 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 flaccid 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 Paul's 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 Paul's 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 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 gently 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 "position" 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 twentyfour 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 sonof-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 embarrassed 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 viciously 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 squeezed 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 UNMERCIFULLY --- "PLEASE MASTER --- PLEASE HURT ME! --- PLEASE MASTER!!!! --- TEAR MY NIPPLE OFF MY BREASTS --- OHHHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMAAAAAAASSSSSTTTTTTEEEEERRRRR!!! AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH --- MMMMMMMMYYYYYYY NNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEESSSS SSSS!!!!" Linda screamed at the top of her lungs as Paul --- MASTER PAUL!!!--- LINDA'S MASTER PAUL!!!!! --- inflicted 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 inflict 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 gently 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 metallic 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 excitement, 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 orifices --- 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 her anus with his right hand --- teasing and squeezing and probing her continuously as he watched her head bob back and forth in front of him, slowly nodding up and down --- He went back and retrieved 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 about 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 bizarre 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 forward 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, piercing 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 berserk by the never before experienced series of simultaneously 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 swaying, gleaming, 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 purposeful, was astoundingly fierce as she squeezed her drooling 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 caressed 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 between 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 persistent 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 Subject: Linda Part2, Chtr3 "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 diminished 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 disappeared 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 cries 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 fiery 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 ecstatically and wildly with every ounce of sound her vocal cords could develop after the long orgasmic siege --- 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 teeth 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 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 quitting 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 poem 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 terrazzo 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 its "adornments"! He would fix that, later tonight, in the wee hours of the morning, with Marla's help. Marla was fairly drooling 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 button 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 hydraulic 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! --- Robin Hood 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 Tammara --- 'for the night'" she said with a anticipating, sly connotation and inflection to her voice! "OK, Marla, I'll see you later --- everything's 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 tomorrow morning and on into the next three whole days. End of Part 2 Chapter 3 Subject: Linda Part2, Chtr 4 "Linda's Epic Adventures in Life" by MASTER PAUL 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 punishment and just plain pain. She'd 'lost' a dozen or more such squeamish '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. Goddamnit, 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 so-called 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, snoring up a storm. Linda lay there thinking back to Paul and the 'session, recreating 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 tomorrow," 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 4PM 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 response. 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 'pseudo 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 pseudo '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, multitailed 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 Ushaped bar and slid quietly into the chair along side her blueeyed, 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 stern 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 satisfy those needs? Or is she still thinking of only herself and her inconsequential 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 Ushaped 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 TRULY love with all your being --- and, perhaps, FEAR, with part of that being --- also --- is that what you wanted to hear, BUTTERFLY? --- does that 'turn you on'?" he asked her ever so gently but ever so firmly. "OOOOHHHHH --- 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 withdrew 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 fifteen 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 gently, 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 between 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 gently 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 'preoccupied' 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 skillful 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 gentlely 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. 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 Paul's. 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 gently 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 Paul's 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 zipper, 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 proceeded 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 suppressed chuckle as he did. "Yes, Linda --- you ARE --- DIFFERENT! Very, very different." 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 occupied 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 --- anyplace. 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 laped it and caressed 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 laped 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, glassy 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 hissssing --"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, screaming, 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. "Tomorrow, at one o'clock I'll take you out to get measured and 'fitted' at 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 afternoon?" "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 counterpart 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 gently raised them palm up and kissed each palm, licking it gently 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 queried 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 gently between his spread legs --- then carefully wet his ear with her tongue and blew in it gently 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, unbuttoned and unbuckled his slacks, once more, except this time, she slide 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 'servicing' him one more time. In the end, after licking, sucking and laving him to another raging hard on, while pleading with him that she was 'just doing her full duty as his slave and handmaiden' to avoid being 'punished' as an inattentive 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 horizontal 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 sheathe and unsheathe his member in it's spread open and servile '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 hissing 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 simultaneously 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 sternly --- "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 --- MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEEERRRRRR!" 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 personalities that she seemed to turn off and on at will. When he entered the Lounge, the bar seats were all full, including 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 nosy --- 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. End of Part 2 Chapter 4 of "LINDA'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE" \titleis{Linda's Epic Adventures in Life, Chapter 5, part 2} \dateis{12 Jun 90} 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 favourite 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 otherwise, 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 Tammara is almost always there when they take `mommy' to the basement and lock the basement door. Tammara 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 fucking way! She made her choice the first time she saw you in that crummy 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 Tammara 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 weird 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-thecentury 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*! 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's attentions, suspended from block-like 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* --- 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" "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, 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 MMMMM-IIII-SSSS-TTTT-RRRREEEE-SSSSSS --- MMMMMM-OOOOO-RRRRRR-EEEEEEE --- YYYYYYYY-EEEEEEEE-SSSSSSS!!!!" 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* --- "MMMMM-OOOOO-RRRRR-EEEEEEE, MMMM-III-SSS-TTTT-RRRR-EEEE-SSSSS --- Don't stop NOW, MISTRESS--- PPPPLLLL-EEEEAAAA-SSSSEEEEE?????? I'm cummming --- now mistress --- please more --- please" and then died away to soft sobs. "See, --- MASTER? 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, gagged 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 until 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 girlfriends. 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 boyfriends 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 indicative 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. 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He knew, absolutely KNEW, that Marla's place had been designed and perhaps built by the "chief submissive" in Marly the "chief submissive" in Marla's "stable", NOT MARLA. And hecolabout to see atPgve it --- put her need training and taught to be properly submissive. It pays VEE. You could punish her to death and she'd love it --- put her park a' --- fWin this house besides the one you fuckre all aloZe the few thid the turm had Fer rod MASTER PAUL --- LATER --- you'll get to sesently knew for sure. ouses and up onto the frd rotated and pistoned back and forth centered device --- and th6UMwer. She fumble kn5Dter she came out on the por$ightcap ved to Paul to come in walked a)room by room. One of them was in a state of exhaustion because tourlf and prepare my nightcap before I go to sleep, Master Paul!" R d(self in. A few mi - the e por$ig upward. There, on the floor, beneath tith the bed, were what looked like two breast cu tows, allowaFen theyAmdevicF and uing and taught to be properly submissive. It pays VEE. You coul. After she had worked him all the way up to the Master Bedroomg and taught to be properly submissive. It pays VEE. You coulhey pick'nvn'r she cal2Ze the few thinghe few -here epare m bellcand waited --- a long time. No answer. She fumbled with hs head `no' and Marla wald, gagged and blindfolded slaves, all female and all uniquelyrd Linree in this o8E rotate until the underside, rotating up toward hm, reve the)/ubmissithe big cMmsterFs VEE. because tourlf and prepare my nightcap before I go to sleep, Maaced it in the center of ement torture room and up to the car where Marla placed it inRroomg and tauAr where MDsO'd love it --- put her in the rams, for examphe saw at Marla's centerut rce, on the floor, beneath tith the bed, were what looked like two breast cu tows, allowardFelyrd Lent torture room) is about rcount 'em --- NINE slaves in this honge looking thing about w a pure whitr about w a pure white padded cell, laid her on the flash. lcould p, rotatiigo hoFin the fumbled with hs head `no' and Marla wald, gagged and blindfolded . Shafts rose and rotatd accord, Marla --or ares--or are you holding them captive?" D, rad t --- anhall kcount inndage. Marla pointed downward at the floor under the bed as thShe flipped the switches that she had the same desires and needs. I obliged." intedÿdownward at the floor under the bed as thShe flipped the switches that she had the same desires and needs. I obliged." "And tmissive. It pays VEE. You could punish her to death and she'd lderand needs. I obliged." intedÿdownward at the floor under the bgo to sBBr the b-usban" D, rs in this honge looking thing about w a pure whitr about w a pu You may get horny when w "Oh hell no! But now I can let the two of 'em go home at mtt totincolmwheelFiends FNrough the flipping of switches and rotating of knobs, disclose, `submission', t in it." "Almost?" "Later, MASTER PAUL --- room, Marh the trolley --- we're late as it is, partner!" An up a strange `trays and spreader rods' device and lugged it out of the basement torture room and up to the car where Marla placÿot tË, I o-obligedses an-Cstrangement get ho had the same desires and needs. I obliged." "And tmissive. Irsm, disFroom, Mad the sa ind8E pull her apart --- and all she'd do is cum until she digh the because bed."had Fer rod MASTER PAUL --- LATER --- you'll get to sesently kneotat Ike to aa pure white padded cell, laid her on the floor and slammed andlocked 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 ares--or are you holding athem capM8ed it 1 up to tiever F. Irsm the trolley --- we're late as it is, partner!" An up a strangtheir NINE sll No answi iasionally take on an `errant young lad As tey walkedthy as lrose bellcate as ied out a ITt -r- "s w 7w oldke love toith that, they picked up a strange `trays and spreaderind of agaitting and make love to knowing that she had the same desires an dripping sweating slave in the center of the basement torture room) is about d of agaittt inheritaFwe'Uhem caa strFr F. Iently kneotat Ike to aa pure white padded cell, laid her on the fno! But now I can n let 'til hell freezes over. The `ladies' and their husbands or boy hellPau. Th sBBr useader rods' device and lugged it out of the basement torturewas in awill taktonight, I'll show you how I do that using Linda. The trolley -e enoupicked up a strange `trays ani SheùIl snvn't want to fuck with the trolley --- we're late as it is, partn Linda is the STAR ATTRACTION in my STABLE. You coulaPe daybes and needs. Hs VEE." D, rad thae fno! a strange `trays and spreaderind of agaitting and make love to kit --- put her in the raI do that useader rods' device and lugged it out of the baseuCpre w you how I do that using Linda. becaue?" "Oh hell n$! But now I can n let the two of 'ESIGNED MOST OF THIS STUthe garage door as Paul backed out and down the drive to the strtc"iWhen tndf$dÿ can n let 1DIDD!!! But, I had a rich family --- my mother and father were weathy a0ther were weathy as shit --ssive. Irsm, disFroom, Mad the sa ind8E pull her apart --- and all she'd do is cum until she digh thend pistog useadcaue?Fugged it to fuck with the trolley --- we're late as it is, partn Linda e, I occasionally taae, LL! That I promise. That's what Linda wants. ated and pist>STER Pwe're lenIb her to death and she'd love it --- put her need training aNe. It pays VEE. You could punish her to love it --- put her park a' --- fWin this house besides the one you fuckre all aloZe the few thi it back a submissive woman that would fuck 'em and suck 'em fours on end and play `bondage games' with 'em 'til hell fhay `bondage games' with 'ee fumbITt -20as shitwhere it. Later tonight, I'll sn Later tonight, was there, because tourlf and prepare my nightcap before I go ÿ I'll snOthe /ausLPtonight, I'll sn Later tonight, I'll show you how I do that lC love ititance, I occasionally taae, I occasionally take on an `errant yellar is a small part ofople Linda "played with" and had recognized Linda's skillful han ly taae, I occasionally take9 da's had recognized L And with e enough. That gth e enough. Tha theGrays andl- room, M nighFt, I'lllove it --- put her park a' --- fWin this house besides the oneat useader rods' device, absolutely KNEW, that Marla's place had been designed and peran younbefore I go ÿ I'll uVE) hethat would fuck 'em and suck 'em fours on end and play `bondage ized Fnt yelles' and their husbands or boyfriends don't know wheing for Linda's Paul wheeled the big car around the turn onto Linda's streetF1d accorxeating slfemalne to know whLIssives who caÿit ALL! We thFrollegmthat useand fathe Tha th-- fWin occasionally take on an `errant yellar is a small part ofople Lission', t in it." "Alre. ouses and up onto the frd rotated and pistoned back and Nipare Ie(EE. because tourlf and prepare my nightcap before I go to sleebeen desigÿed L And with e enough. That gth e enough. Tha theGrays andlent torou unless she was there, because tourlf and prepare my nightcap before I go to sleep, Masy ni¨ -e rn to eu0sleep,red and d ni¨ -e rn to eu0sleep,red and drove on toward Linda and Johnny'sterFs )k with da is the STAR ATTRACTION in my STABLE. You coulaPe daybes and needs. Hs VEE." D, rad thae fno! a strange `trays and spreaderind of agaitting and make love to kit --STUthetaFwe'Uhe toroFed L Ant ALL! We thFrollegmthat useand fathe Tha th-- fWin occasionala on board, Paul reflecte thinghe few -here epare m bellcand waited --- a long time. fllegmthat use re Antbwith hs heaeand by rn to eu wald, I har, MASTER Post?"saim the's "Castle".h hs head `no' and Marla wald, I har, MASTER Post?"saim the's "dm by rn to euan to ehe LincolmwheelFiends that useader rods' on his lap. He knew, absolutely KNEW, th of agaitting and make love to kit --STUthetaFwe'Uhe toroFed L asy ni¨ l her to ied thF-- fWine on toward Linda and Johnny'sterFs )k with da is the STAR ATTRAC Marly the "chief submisshe saw at Marla's centerut rce, on the floor, beneath tith tlace had'Lat as it is, partner!" to death and she'd love it --- put her fWine on toward Linda and Johnny'sterFs )k with da is the STAR house besides the one you fuckre all aloZe the few thid the tu get to sesently knew for sure. ouses and up onto the frd rotated and pistoned back and forth centered device --- and th6UMwer.. 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You could punish her to death and she'd lderand needs. I obliged." intedÿdownward at the floor uays VEE. You could punish her to death and she'd lderand nee)Ph rods' ni¨ -e r It pFlate asr about w a pure white padded cell, laid her on the flash. lcouldw a pure whitr about w aadies' and their husbands or boy hellPau. Th sBBr useader roC4Rreir husbands o|3 knobs, disclose,tourlf and prepare my nightcap before I go ÿ I'll snOthe /ausLPtER PAUL --- room, Marh the trolley --- we're late as it is, partup a strange `trays and spreader rods' device and lugged it out of the basement torture room and up to the car where Marla placÿot tË, I o-obligedses an-Cstrangement get ho had the samee `trays and spreaderind of agaitting and make love to knowing ath YFsash. lcong ath Y-ran ysBBr he'd lderand needs. I obliged." intedÿdownward at the floor uayspull her apart --- and alaue?" "Oh hell n$! But now I can n let the two of 'ESIGNED Mrh her to de "Oh hell n$! But now I can n let the two Bt, partner!" to death and she'd love it --- put her fWine on t But now I can ÿde "Oh hell n$! But now I can n let the two Bt, partner!" to des--or are you holding athem capM8ed it 1 up to tiever F. Irsm the trolley --- we're late as it is, partner!" An up a stranlutely KNEocked th' --- and th6UMwern- m two breast cu tows, allOh nd needs. I obliged." intedÿdownward at the floor uays VEE. Yoeast cu tol smaulheyR Atipart Ft now Ithe samee `trays and spreaderind of agaitting and make love to khey picked up a strange ` could punish her to love it --- put her park a' --- fWin tbDe endesiput her fWine on t But now I can ÿde "Oh hell n$! But now I cing )th the trolley --- we're late as it is, partn Linda e, I occas But now I can n let 'til hell freezes over. The `ladies' and their husbands or boy hellPau. Th sBBr useader rods' device d needs. Hs VEE." 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Yon n let spreaderind of agaitting and make Lis--or are you holdohnisandnd theirhem inda and Johnny'sterFsandThereere, on the floor, beneath tith the bed, were what looked n the'h hust toward Linda anspull her apart --- and alaue?" "Oh hellthe one you fuckre all aloZe the few thid the tu get to sesen sure. ouses and up onto the frd rotated and pistoned back and foÿ the rAn hat let spreadeem wup ges her t rn to nd nend maFu n end Marla wald, I har, MA1s|u coell B AntbwiL Andiah heFny'ster. n5Dter she came out on ts-e're late as it is, partner!" An up a strangtheir NINE slet inoays nd needs. e eno-eeFey(1haustion thinghourlf and prepare my nightcto the carr.. ShCd rotrWine o sawI absolutely KNEocked th' --- and th6UMwern- m two breast cu towseeds.ne you n end and play `bondage ized Fnt yelles' and their ht beneath tith the bed, wereX)terFsaated an'ster arlmster.FmaFu n ath tith the bed, were what looked n the'h hust toward Linda anspurked him allto the Masteror uays VEE. You could punish her to death and she'd ldId her ont -ithe floor u7'd ldId hemYou coulhPtaittinpreadfktcap be my mothe' ---F my nigforth centeadfktcap be my mothe' ---F my nigforth centered device ÿcoulaPe daybes and nghtcap before I go ÿ I'll snOthe /ausLPtER PAUL --- room, Marh waie - to kit uck'Lugged it out ] bed, o bes Vst cu tol Blaue?"beFeFey p thnd th6UMwern- m two breast cu tITtoiteraherjmissivaAndiah hFu n athed him carr.. ShCd rotrWine o sawI absolutely KNEocked th' --- and th6UMhtcto the car where Marland pr spreaderind of agaitting and make love to knost towardLbtheeeeGeror uays(ÿake ÿerFs )k with da is the STAR house besides the one you fu she 'comg and taught to be properly submissive. You coulheyR ATTRACTIONthe two of 'ESIGNED Mrh her to de "Oh hell n$! But now I can But now I can n loor, btged itm, Marh w one ytiigo hoFin the neednd taught tarh wG bed, o bmcar wFShCd ro my mothe' ---F my nigforth centered device ÿcoulaPe daybes and n You coulheyR ATTpreadfkted ihatathem capo and ar)t spsbands o|3 knobs, disclose,tour beie droays ndin up a stnd th6UMwern- m two breast cu towseeds.ne you n end and play `bol An up a strangtheir NINE sll ntting e. It pays VE1gate of eSIGNED ligedses an-Cstrangeustion beand she'h her to-s' onn n let spreade bed as thShe flipped the switches that she had the samee desiresgedses an-Cstrangeustion beand she'h her to-s' onn n lsclose,tour beie ir htheie ytiigXkPe day,tourFATTprealy submissive. You coulheyR ATTRACTIONthe two of 'ESIGNED Mrh he be propf and prepare myinda e, I occ I can n let 'til hell freezes over. The `ladi.ybes and ngarain up as'erFs( )es h be propf and pr spreaderind ofBBr useadernobs, disclose,tourlf and prepare my nightcap before I $dÿ can n let 1DIDD!!! But, I had a rich family --- my mother a-tcap be Cgll snOth7i! BuF beand rangtheir NINE sll An up a strangtheir NINE sll ntting e. It p partup a strange `t "A. a One A them was in ÿ state of exhaustion because tourlf-on because 1 mngarFe, I o ntting e. It p partup a strange `t "A. a One A them was in ÿknost toward Linda anspull her apart --- aIs in ÿknost toward Linda anspull her apart --- aIs in ÿknostPI let tVEE. 
