Archive-name: Series/linda.txt
Archive-author: Master Paul
Archive-title: Linda's Epic Adventures in Life


Part 1 - 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 danc-
ing, 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 remem-
bered 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 base-
ment.

"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 literal-
ly 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 god-
damn 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 circum-
ference 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 stain-
less 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 every-
where 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 nip-
ples 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 brack-
eted 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 pret-
ty!  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 posi-
tion.  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 remem-
bered 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 Mis-
tress 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 up-
turned, 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 vibra-
tors 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 under-
belly.  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 contor-
tions 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 them-
selves.  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, kneel-
ing 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 U-
Shaped bar was empty.  "Oh Shit," Linda thought.  "Let's get our
act together, woman --- NOW!"  She plugged the quarters in the
machine, punched in her "numbers" and started back behind the leg
of the bar's "U" between it and the back wall and mounted the
stairs to the stage.  As she turned toward the mirrored back wall
behind the stage, which ran all across the wall, from it's floor
to it's ceiling, she was again reminded of those goddamn hellish
(but never to be forgotten, and perhaps, even appreciated, if not
loved and feared at the same time), days in Parkersburg, West
Virginia and her very first Mistress and very first Master, and
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 subser-
vient --- 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 Parkers-
burg.

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".

Part 1 - Chapter 2

Memories of the past flow back as Linda hunts a "new" master.

With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the 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 satisfy-
ing, 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 anoth-
er, 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 her-
self of the "stakes" involved, her eyes stayed locked to the
gentle stranger's eyes as she danced and swayed her wanton sex-
ually 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 Maid-
en" 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 leath-
er 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, re-
lentlessly 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 orgas-
mic 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.  Sud-
denly, 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 re-
sumed 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 lick-
ing 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 re-
treating 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 en-
trance 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 tight-
ened her lips on the middle of the long thick shaft as her throat
received the head and began automatically to contract and con-
vulse 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 micro-
second spaced contractions and complimenting attentions that
brought a train of flesh encased male sperm across Linda's sensi-
tive 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 pene-
trated 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 con-
tracting 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 Parkers-
burg 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 pound-
ing 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 straight-
ened 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, sprea-
deagled 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 obvi-
ously 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 ad-
vanced 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.  Ten-
derly 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, obvi-
ously 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 regis-
tered 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.


Part 1 - 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 gleam-
ing, white, vinyl mat came ever closer to her head as her "mount-
ing 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 mir-
rored 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 remem-
bered 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 D-
Rings welded to the edge of the frame and extended outward from
the frame and her body to the circumference of the ring where
they were attached to D-Rings welded to her "mounting ring" at
regular intervals.  Her spreadeagled body was, indeed, the focal
point of a series of radial chains except that there were none
between her spread arms and their pointed fingers.  As her body
slowly rotated to a horizontal, face up, position, she noted that
there also were no gleaming chains between the ninety degree
spread of her legs, thus, leaving her obscenely displayed sex,
open and vulnerable in the apex of her widely splayed legs.
OBSCENE, she had though.  Sexually degrading and totally obscene!
As she slowly exhaled and gazed with continued amazement at her
outstretched, strapped and encircled body in its present helpless
horizontally face up position, she got her first glimpse of the
owner of the sexually teasing and strong fingers that had put her
through her paces earlier; AND --- the owner of that now "well
serviced" male member that had so recently enjoyed the deepest
reaches of her very talented mouth to its fullest.

He was standing outside the ring between her hugely spread legs,
his hands resting on the gleaming "mounting ring" that held her
spread horizontally looking face up --- staring resolutely back
at her in the overhead mirrored ceiling.  His pale blue eyes met
Linda's eyes for the first time and he smiled.  From what she
could see in the mirrored ceiling, he was partially bald with
sandy, light brown hair, a full but neatly trimmed beard with the
broadest shoulders and biggest chest she had seen on a man in a
long long time.  He had on a pair of tight, full length leather
pants, otherwise he was naked and extremely well tanned.

Her "Mounting Ring" was at a level even with his smooth, almost
hairless chest, just about in front of his nipples.  In his right
hand, resting up on her "Ring" was a black box of some sort.

She saw him press the box with his finger and instantly there was
one of those "Clicks" and her body and the "Mounting Ring" start-
ed 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 tormen-
tor; that equipment laden wall with all the bondage and punish-
ment 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 ar-
rangement 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 under-
stood 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 Gato-
rade.  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 out-
spread 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 re-
leased 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 it-
self.

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 horizon-
tal, 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 disap-
proval 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, tor-
tured 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 ap-
proached 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 braid-
ed 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 dam-
nedable "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, look-
ing at the floor, which now had no mat and was, in fact a terraz-
zo, 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 horizon-
tal and then by her legs alone.  And the ring kept slowly rotat-
ing and her head rose, once again toward the ceiling.  The rota-
tion continued for a long long time, she recalled, and she alter-
nated 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 swish-
es 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 thread-
ed 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!

Part 1 - Chapter 4

Mistress Hilda and "friends" take charge of Linda.

As Linda stared helplessly and hopelessly downward at the sneer-
ing 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 deliber-
ately, 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 HAND-
SOME 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 excruci-
ating 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.  Mis-
tress 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.  Blind-
ing 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 GLAR-
ING, 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 stain-
less 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 en-
closed 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 down-
ward 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 re-
called.  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 EX-
TREMELY 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 minis-
trations 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, cou-
pled 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 rota-
tion, 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 cor-
rected --- 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 pun-
ishing 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 tor-
tured, 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 ob-
scene, 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, jerk-
ing 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 treas-
ured 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 terraz-
zo 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 excit-
ing, 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 AT-
TRIBUTES, 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.

Part 1 - 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 whis-
pered, 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 after-
noon."

"That's a helluva a lot of money, Linda!" John said after whis-
tling 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, mus-
tached, "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 momentari-
ly 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 Tamma-
ra 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 them-
selves.  "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 noncha-
lantly 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, espe-
cially) 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 numb-
ing 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, shad-
owed 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, en-
hancing 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 care-
fully 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 "enter-
tainer" of the evening, and perhaps, they never would really see
much else, under the black lighted Go-Go Stage Lights and dark-
ened 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 ap-
proached 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 madden-
ing circle, carefully imitating the motions of a female's move-
ments in the throes of sexual intercourse and total sexual aban-
don.

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!

Part 1 - Chapter 6

The attributes of the ever talented "Lady", Linda, shown brightly
before the cheering males as she made passionate and extremely
precise "love" to the phantom male lover above her arched, spread
body with her glowing every move clearly visible in purposeful
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 U-
shaped bar and not spread around the U's legs as before --- for
reasons any live male didn't have to explain to anyone --- EVER!

In the dark, Linda dropped to her back on the platform and got up
onto her bare feet and walked forward until her toes were curled
over the edge of the carpeted, padded dancing platform.  She slid
her feet outward until they're outer edges simultaneously touched
the cool vertical rise of the platform's two, front corner,
stainless steel poles anchored firmly to the floor and the ceil-
ing 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 U-
Shaped bar to reach the cash register FIRST --- and oblige the
"Lady" --- PERSONALLY!!!!)

It was an absolute riot of scrambling arms and legs as someone
came up with Linda's J&B on the rocks and another thrust a ciga-
rette 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, plas-
tered 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 stiff-
ened 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 wait-
ing 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 excit-
ed 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 multiply-
ing the effect with lower belly, inner thigh and posterior com-
plimenting 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 plat-
form 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 careful-
ly delivered.

And each time, when she looked back up, he nodded ever so slight-
ly 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 U-
Shape opposite the cash register end.

She placed her hand on the empty chair, and looking down into the
upturned eyes and face of the object of her dancing, "mind if I
sit down here?"

"By all means, please do --- I saved it for you," came the gentle
but deep male voice's reply.

As she sat down, she saw a glass sitting on a bar napkin in front
of her, and said --- "Oh, I'm sorry --- Am I sitting in someone
else's seat?"

He looked at her, smiled with those pale blue, kindly eyes, and
shook his head ever so slightly in the negative.

"I'm Linda."

"I know."

"Who are you?"

"A `friend' --- a `special' friend."

"Special, 'HOW'?"

"In a way only YOU will appreciate, Linda --- because I under-
stand 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 `inter-
ested' 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 anoth-
er 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 indus-
try 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 hesitat-
ed, 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, insert-
ing them, one at a time, carefully, in their intended and right-
ful 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 comfort-
able 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 grasp-
ing 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 re-
strained 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 vertical-
ly 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 eye-
brows 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 sweat-
ing 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 STAIN-
LESS 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 extend-
ed right knee and she heard a "click-snap" --- and felt her
doubled back right leg raised sideways toward the "mounting
ring", --- UNTIL IT WAS JUST BARELY SHORT OF HORIZONTAL AND
STRETCHED SIDEWAYS TO THE "LIMIT" --- followed by another "click-
snap" and a tensioned pull of something in the hollow behind her
knee.  Her doubled back left leg was similarly "Click-Snapped" at
the knee and her left leg rose upwards and sideways to --- again
--- leave the valley of her sex and site of most of her recent
torments --- SPLIT WIDE AND SPREAD OPEN AS IT HAD --- NEVER ---
N-E-V-E-R, --- NOT EVER! --- BEEN SPREAD AND EXPOSED BEFORE!!!!!

Facing the wall full of as yet fully comprehended devices and
equipment, Linda saw her retreating --- MASTER, --- ("and oh, god
he was every bit her --- MASTER --- NOW!" she thought) --- take
down a short handled whip with slim lashes hanging from the end
of it.  She watched him dip it downward into a black bucket and
raise it upward where the lashes gleamed in the bright lights
shining on the wall, highlighting it --- "OIL!!!" --- her mind
screamed at her!  And as he turned and walked toward her with the
dripping, short, black lashed demon grasped firmly in his right
hand at his side and stepped over into her "pit" --- her personal
pit of private hell --- pain and pleasure mixed --- Linda began
to beg and to plead with every inflection, tone and level known
to her mind, failing vocal cords and tongue.

First low and whispered --- "no, mmmaaasssttteeerrr,
pppllleeeaaassseee, mmmaaasssttteeerrr --- nnnooottt ttthhhaaattt
--- oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, --- NO! --- PLEASE! --- and
then in a husky louder pleading, begging, breaking voice ---
ANYTHING, MASTER --- I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT --- I'LL SUCK YOU
--- I'LL LICK YOU --- I'LL MAKE 'LOVE' TO YOU LIKE YOU'VE ---
NEVER --- BEEN MADE LOVE TO --- BBBEEEFFFOOORRREEE!  PLEASE ---
NO!!!!"

The not yet familiar deep male voice responded to her entreaties
by saying, ever so lowly, so slowly and so plainly, in a deep
whispered voice --- "You've already done all that for me, my
pretty, stretched, bound, helpless --- slave --- now let us begin
to --- understand --- each other --- as I teach you what the true
meaning of the words --- OBEDIENCE --- AND --- SUBMISSION ---
REALLY ARE --- FOR YOU!!!"

And again, in a low whispered voice, he said --- "a truly submis-
sive sexually bound female slave must --- feel --- herself being
sexually used by her master --- must --- FEEL --- the hopeless-
ness --- 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 gratifica-
tion --- 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 EVENTUAL-
ITY.

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 help-
lessly 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!

Part 1 - Chapter 7

Through conscious, hypersensitized eyes, with a suspended help-
less, now truly female submissive body --- AND MIND --- subservi-
ent 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 orgas-
mic pain become pure pleasure.

The whistling, whirling oily thongs of her "lover" and its con-
stant 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 re-
treated 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 con-
tracted 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 sti-
fling hot room as the MASTER step out of her "passion pit" and
walked to the far wall, retrieving a large tripod and a `saddle-
like' 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 cor-
ners.

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 UNDER-
BELLY 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" oc-
curred 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 bal-
looned 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 stimu-
lated nerve endings.

Quickly, the left breast and nipple were similarly attended to
and captured, stretched and squeezed until her MASTER was satis-
fied 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 PROM-
ISE 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 "MAS-
TER" 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 rais-
ing her restraining saddle and its two hole stuffing male en-
gines, 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 adjust-
ed 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 vibrat-
ing 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 abso-
lutely crazy with supplications, thank you's and moaning, scream-
ing, 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 systemati-
cally 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 re-
moved 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 SATISFAC-
TION she desires --- nay --- requires!

Such creatures, like the lovely Linda, do, indeed, exist.  They
are complex and driven --- and they can literally tear an inexpe-
rienced 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 "MAS-
TER")

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 under-
stood 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 care-
fully chosen songs reached all the intentionally chosen "pas-
sages" 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? --- MMMA-
AASSSTTTEEERRR???"

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 compo-
sure, 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 any-
thing 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 pos-
sessed 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 your-
self.  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 yester-
day 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 hur-
riedly 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, down-
town.

Part 2 - 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 cush-
ioned 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 know-
ingly 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; expec-
tations 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 hall-
way, 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 contin-
ued 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 begin-
nings of an ever widening valley and the ever so slight pulsat-
ing, 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 com-
ment, he removed the connector from between her wrists, swung
first one wrist and then the other around in front of her, pull-
ing 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, --- ROTAT-
ING 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 in-
stantly 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 lov-
ingly 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 low-
ered 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 tight-
ened 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, spas-
ming sacks.  Held thus in check, lovely "slave" Linda drove
downward with her lips until they touched the thumb and forefin-
ger circling the base of the shaft and then turned her throat
muscles loose to milk the long thick shaft and squeeze the sensi-
tive 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 dizzy-
ing frantic heights.

She listened to him moan and furtively plead --- as he mouthed
strings of passion driven words and pleas --- and as she in-
creased 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, listen-
ing 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 al-
lowed 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 "man-
hood" --- 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 lath-
ered 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 satch-
el 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 alter-
nately squeezed and released.

Linda gave absolutely no outward signs of effort or motion,
except that Paul could see the muscles in her lower belly rip-
pling 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 under-
stand 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.

Part 2 - 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 to-
gether behind her back, (her restrained hands and fingers reach-
ing 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 experi-
ences 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 aban-
don --- 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 punish-
ment 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 MAS-
TER, 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/reali-
ty 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 sheep-
ishly and ashamed.  "He just simply 'snuck up on me' and before I
knew it I was back in restraints and being manipulated twenty-
four hours a day, seven days a week for almost four solid
months!"

"How did you get out of it, Linda," Paul asked out of curiosity
more than anything.

"Johnny somehow found me and after a lot of hell raising and
threatening, he got me free and took me back home!" Linda ex-
claimed.

"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 thorough-
ly pissed --- mad as hell --- because no matter how much they
were hurting me; punishing me; using me --- and really and genu-
inely abusing me --- I loved every sick, frightening and demean-
ing 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 cata-
loged 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 evi-
dent, was Johnny's leverage point with Linda and he used the
eight year old, only daughter Linda had or could have, as an
absolute weapon against Linda.  "The guy's a fourteen karat son-
of-a-bitch and has to be carefully watched and handled," Paul
thought to himself as he made himself a mental promise to do just
that --- take care of Johnny and keep him at bay.

"OK! --- So exactly what do you want me to do about all this and
you, Linda? --- and let's deal with our pretty, driven, wanting
and needing, 'sexually submissive Linda' first, shall we?" Paul
said matter-of-factly, staring deep into her eyes for a response
and waiting patiently.

"I don't know --- (long pause) --- MASTER!  I really and truly
don't!" Linda whined with an 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 SEXUAL-
LY', 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 forceful-
ly.

Linda stared into his eyes through the frame of her upward ten-
sioned 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 EXPLIC-
ITLY ---

"MY MASTER'S COCK WILL BE FUCKED AS IT'S NEVER BEEN FUCKED BE-
FORE!!!"

" --- NO, MASTER --- NO, NO, NO, NO --- don't do --- TTTHHHAAAT-
TTT --- 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 SURROUND-
ING 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
NNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!"

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 dis-
patched 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 accomplish-
ments.

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 gleam-
ing 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 thread-
ed 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 spea-
deagled 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 sus-
pended 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 --- MMMMMAAAASSSST-
TTTTEEEERRRR --- 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 ori-
fices --- 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 fin-
ished, 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 move-
ments 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 stick-
ing 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, especial-
ly 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 cross-
ways 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 lead-
ing 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 thor-
oughly 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 simul-
taneously 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 indi-
cating 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.  Lift-
ing 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, support-
ed 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 orgas-
mic 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 whirl-
ing 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 steam-
ing 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!)

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 contin-
uous 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 suspend-
ed 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, con-
tracting 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 're-
quest' 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 ecstatical-
ly 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 YYYY-
EEEESSSS 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 MMMMMAAAAASSSSSTTTT-
TEEEEERRRRR!!!!"

 ---  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 contin-
uous 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 mum-
bling 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 cancer-
ous 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 apart-
ment 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 Apart-
ment 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 ele-
ment 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 Apart-
ment, '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 --- FOREV-
ER!

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 con-
structed for him with it's sprays reaching upward from the ter-
razzo 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 opera-
tor 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 re-
ceive the rings and then when all was ready, he had showed up one
morning with three workmen lugging the two rings into the apart-
ment 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 "adorn-
ments"!  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 partic-
ipate 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 rotat-
ed 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 con-
trol 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 butter-
fly was a good five feet straight out from the wall.  He pressed
the "TILT" button and the circle laid backward until it was hori-
zontal 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, side-
ways 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 (depend-
ing 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 bath-
room.

The huge, deep, sunken tub (which doubled as a "Hot Tub" and
"Whirlpool" affair with water jets and air jets along it's circu-
lar 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.

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 'hap-
pened', 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 under-
stood, PRECISELY how much she wanted a repeat --- no, not REPEAT
--- BETTER! --- performance set up.

Laying in bed, after she had gotten off work, the night of that
fateful day Slave Linda and Master Paul had 'played together' for
the very first time, Linda tried to think of something she could
say to Paul --- Master Paul --- or send him --- that he would
really appreciate and that would say what she wanted said in a
nice way.  She decided on sending him a copy of her favorite poem
"SLOW ME DOWN, LORD" and added some pointed comments at the end
of the page along with a drawing of a butterfly, a wall pinned
butterfly, spreadeagled across the back of the envelope flap in
brilliant colors.

Laying there in bed, she also reflected on how blunt he'd been
when she'd called him at his office around five o'clock.  Was he
losing interest in her?  Or was he, perhaps, a bit fearful or
maybe even 'sickened' by her 'performance' today?  It wouldn't be
the first 'would be Master' who had gotten 'cold feet' after the
first real encounter with her and her strange tastes and extreme
tolerances to high levels of bondage, physical and sexual punish-
ment and just plain pain.  She'd 'lost' a dozen or more such
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 obvi-
ously '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, recreat-
ing 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 Park-
ersburg --- 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 'pro-
blem' 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 sub-
mission.

"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 'ef-
fects' or 'reactions' of being hit with a cat or cane as she
positioned herself spreadeagled and 'reacted' to the phantom
'punishment' from a whistling, oily, masterfully wielded, multi-
tailed lover.  Her Master just watched her eyes in the mirror,
nodding his 'approval' to each new 'position' and the effects of
the phantom punishment.  No one else in the place really caught
on to what was going on and certainly not why.

As she started down off the stage after that, her third and last
number of the set, Linda looked over her shoulder at him and was
met by those kindly, pale blue eyes staring back and a big broad
smile.

She walked around the bar and made her 'rounds', stopping to talk
with the regulars and then wandered over to the far end of the U-
shaped bar and slid quietly into the chair along side her blue-
eyed, bearded, tall, new master --- MASTER PAUL --- whom she had
chosen to be her THIRD REAL MASTER.

He turned and stared into her eyes --- Linda --- Slave Linda ---
just sort of 'melted' inside and slid down in the highbacked
swiveled bar chair along side him --- and lowered her head and
her eyes so that she was looking up at him from a 'humbled'
position ---

Paul turned around and looked at her downturned head and upturned
eyes with a 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 --- YYYYEE-
EESSSS --- MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR --- she most DEFINITELY ---
IS!!!!" came the emphasized, low, slow and drawn out reply from
Linda, --- without hesitation.

Paul looked around the lounge and saw that no one was watching
them and noted that there was no one on their side of the U-
shaped bar.  When he had assured himself that no one could see
what he was about to do to Linda, he carefully and deliberately
leaned slightly forward toward her, sliding his right hand up her
hose covered left leg, over her thigh and patted the crotch of
the bikini dancing costume --- and then, slowly and in a low
voice said --- "I'm going to have a 'surprise' for you --- SLAVE
--- one of these days --- very very soon --- a REAL surprise ---
one that will make you all wet and keep you that way for a long,
LONG time --- perhaps, even PERMANENTLY, when you think about it
--- which you will --- all the time --- would you like that, ---
BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY? --- would you like having your 'wings'
pinned by your --- MASTER? --- so you can REALLY --- FLY?"

The hand slid flat over her dampening dance costume crotch piece,
fingers aimed downward between her quivering cheeks and tightened
so that he was 'gripping' her in a most obscene (but unseen by
anyone else) way --- and he slid the thin bikini strip covering
aside and thrust three fingers into her wet sex and then spread
them, stretching her further open --- and slowly slid the fingers
in and out while watching her sheepish, up turned eyes gaze at
him with increasing lust and desire ---

Removing the fingers, he pulled the cloth strip back over her
teased organ and then gripped it and slid it back and forth
through the valley he had just briefly 'plundered' ---

"Indeed, I have a REAL surprise for you, beautiful BUTTERFLY ---
and one you will 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 --- MMMAAASSSTT-
TEEERRR!!!" Linda responded in a low throaty voice, staring
alternately at what his right hand was doing and then into his
pale blue eyes and literally melting into the high backed seat as
her hormones flowed wildly and she got wetter and wetter with
each tensioning of that cloth strip being dragged back and forth
over her splayed and spread nether lips.

Satisfied that he had stirred Linda up sufficiently, Paul with-
drew his hand and turned back toward the bar.  Linda remained
where she was, taking in small, barely audible gasps of breath as
she tried to calm herself down.

Looking over his shoulder at her trying to 'get herself togeth-
er', 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 satis-
fied 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 --- MMMA-
AASSSTTTEEERRR????"

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 proc-
ess.

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 care-
fully and gentlely inserted her tongue into the small split at
the top of the head and moved it back and forth --- then retract-
ed 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 'clean-
ing' task.  When she was finished, Linda raised her head up and
carefully released the still rigid shaft and began gently return-
ing 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 proceed-
ed 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 MMMMAAAASSSSTTT-
TEEEERRRR 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 favor-
ite '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 auto-
matically 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 sec-
onds 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 in-
creasing 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 finger-
ing 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 but-
toned 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 insert-
ed 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 after-
noon?"

"Yes, Master."

That out of the way, Paul tilted her head back with a hand on her
chin and kissed her wetly and longly on the lips, inserting his
tongue in her mouth and having it greeted by its eager counter-
part on the other end.  Paul withdrew, finally, and reaching
around Linda, he lowered her clasped arms and pulled her hands in
front of her where he 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 MMMAAASS-
STTTEEERRR, desires 'service' --- SIR? --- to satisfy what seems
to be his --- ENDLESS HUNGER!!!" she said softly into his wet-
tened 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 'pun-
ished' 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 hori-
zontal 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 sexual-
ly 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 down-
cast 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, includ-
ing his favorite end seat, so he walked to the rear of the Lounge
and took a seat in the last booth on the wall opposite the bar
and dance stage, next to the hallway to the back door and the
restrooms.  The juke box was on the other side of the hallway.
His booth and it bracketed the hallway on either side.  He sat
down in the booth seat up against the back wall and slid into the
corner so he could see the whole place from that far, back,
corner seat.  It was then that he noticed a little short guy with
a beard sitting in his 'usual' seat at the bar, talking to what
looked like a bunch of construction workers sitting in a row next
to him.

About that time, B.J. stepped up to the booth and asked him what
he wanted.

"A J&B on the rocks, please?" he replied.

"You're new here, aren't you?" B.J. asked.

"Uhh, Huhhhh --- started coming in here about three weeks ago ---
nice place --- even nicer people!" Paul answered.

"You're kinda 'sweet on' Linda, aren't cha?" she asked.

"And you're kinda 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.

Part 2 - Chapter 5

A visit to Mistress Marla's *Castle* and elsewhere

Paul sat in the dark corner booth in the back of the Lounge and
watched Linda's husband and his friends over in the seats at the
bar...one of which was his 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 thunder-
struck 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 down-
stairs 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 'ma-
chine', 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 ap-
proves 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 Satur-
day 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 --- espe-
cially when he starts grabbing her ass, petting her crotch or
squeezing her tits in front of them."

"Hummmmmm, I see --- has she got any way of getting out of all
that shit, Marla?"

"Yup --- she sure does!  You're looking at half of her *out* and
the other half you look at every morning in the mirror!"

"I somehow was afraid that was what you were going to say.  Why
me and why you?"

"First, Linda can `get her rocks off' playing with you and me.
She doesn't have to `go hunting' any more or run away from home.
Second, she thinks she just might be able to get out of the
Lounge and get an honest job if she tries, though I doubt that
like hell.  She can't type, can't take shorthand and she doesn't
have a high school diploma.  Getting a *good* job will be damn
tough for her to do, given that set of problems.  And, third, she
thinks that because you are, shall we say `well to do', you might
be able to help her by giving her advice, perhaps loaning her a
few bucks and helping her get a *good* job."

Paul sat and let the words run around in his head for a while.
"Had again!" he thought.

Before he could say it --- though he probably wasn't going to say
it to Marla, Marla said:  "Those are my words and my analyses,
Paul.  Linda won't tell you any of that and won't ask you.  But I
think I know her well enough to know what she's hoping for from
you.  If you can't deliver on points two and three she's still
going to take point one and enjoy it for all it's worth ---
which, in her case, is a lot --- a real bunch."

"Hummmmmm, and if I don't come across with points two and three
I'm no better than her Goddamn husband --- RIGHT, Marla?"

"You said it, pal.  I didn't!  And Linda will never say it ---
but she may, eventually, think it!"

"Thanks --- I needed that!  A whole bunch, Marla."

"Yah, well need or not, you got it --- turn here and pull in the
drive next to the big stone house with the turrets --- drive all
the way back to the attached garage --- I've got the garage door
opener in my purse."

Paul did as she said, noting that these were old, turn-of-the-
century houses in a special part of town, which was pretty run
down but on the agenda of a few civic organizations and the city
to become a classic "remodeling and restoration" area for "his-
torical 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 TOR-
TURE 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 swing-
ing 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 SSSSO-
OOO 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 particu-
larly 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, sweat-
ing 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, actual-
ly 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 hydrau-
lic tubes up there.  The sweating, now screaming slave was an-
chored but not suspended at the ends of the four inventive shin-
ing 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 liter-
ally 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 down-
ward 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-RRRR-
EEEE-SSSSSS --- MMMMMM-OOOOO-RRRRRR-EEEEEEE --- YYYYYYYY-EEEEE-
EEE-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 moan-
ing 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 toler-
ance for pain and a very strong *need* to be climaxed continuous-
ly.  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 re-
placed 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 strin-
gent 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, be-
neath 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 flip-
ping 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 base-
ment, 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 occa-
sionally 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 skill-
ful 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 suspi-
cion that what he was about to see at Linda's home would be no
different in that respect.

Paul wheeled the big car around the turn onto Linda's street and
park across the street and six houses beyond, just to be safe.
Marla got out and walked across the street, down six houses and
up onto the front door.  She rang the bell and waited --- a long
time.  No answer.  She fumbled with her purse and took out a key
which she used to let herself in.  A few minutes later she came
out on the porch and waved to Paul to come in with her.

Paul got out of the car, locked the doors and shut them and then
walked down the street and into the house behind Marla.  As he
entered he noted that the place was only "so-so" comfort wise and
not very well kept up.  Marla guided him to the kitchen and down
through a door and a steep set of rickety stairs to the basement
which she had lighted somewhat, by turning on the stair light
switch.

"OK, sit down in the MASTER'S CHAIR, MASTER PAUL and let me
demonstrate Linda's special `misbehaving' punishment room for
you".  She walked to a panel on the wall and flipped a switch and
a set of coloured lights came on and illuminated a dancer's
platform at the far end of the room.  Carpeted, canopied and with
four side poles of some substance, one on each corner, running
floor to ceiling.

"This is where Linda `entertains' Johnny's `friends' and her
punishment sex machine types, Master Paul.  Johnny has her start
fully clothed the moment they bring her down here, dancing on the
stage.  As she gets going, he has her shed all her clothes and
dance for the guys to get both her and them horny and worked up.
She knows better than to refuse, because if she does refuse, she
gets bound to THIS and dry fucked for starters!"

A spotlight came on and illuminated a rather huge, black, leather
covered `saw horse' in the center of the room.  Like a
carpenter's saw horse only bigger and specially made --- leather
covered with straps in various places.  Two pairs of legs were
adjustable up and down, and stuck out at 45 degree angles from
the top at both ends down to the floor.  Marla had him get up and
come look at the device, closely, as she explained it.  Paul
didn't think it need explaining but he listened.

"They put Linda on the top of this thing, face down, her head
sticking over this end and her ass hanging off the back.  Her
arms and legs are buckled down on the legs and the big wide
leather strap in the middle is tightened down over her back to
secure her to the top horizontal bar, but it really isn't needed
and neither are the arm straps, Master Paul."  And with that
statement, Marla took a pair of two to three foot long slender
stainless steel rods down from the wall and slid them through
holes in the top horizontal piece or bar at the back and the
front, crossways, and then she stood back.

"The front rod is passed through Linda's nipple rings and through
the top of the `horse'.  The back rod is passed through two of
Linda's four cunt rings and through the horse.  Once in place,
there is no way in the world she can get off the horse until
someone withdraws the two rods.  You will note the small holes in
each side of the rod at the edge of the 'horse'?"

"Yes, Marla, I see them," Paul replied.

"These small pad locks are passed through the holes in each rod
on either side of the horse so that LINDA cannot withdraw the
rods when her arms are not strapped to the legs.  Neat, huh?"

Paul did not respond.

"Once she's, shall we say, `attached', she can move her legs and
arms and head all she wants, but she cannot get up until someone
unlocks and withdraws the rods.  It's ingenious and terrifyingly
EFFECTIVE.  She is restrained by her sex organs only and does not
dare try to get off or to move her body to any extent.  She
simply has to lay there and accept whatever happens to her, and A
LOT HAPPENS --- believe me it does!" Marla exclaimed with a hiss.

"I'll bet it does," Paul said lowly and quietly almost under his
breath.

"If Johnny ever catches Linda messing with you, before she tells
him about you (and she won't tell him, Paul, that I KNOW!) ---
he'll walk into the Lounge some night with his buddies from the
job and after she's through dancing they will hustle her out to
the car and bring her down here.  When she's been made to dance
to a nude and aroused state after some `hits' of marijuana, and
maybe other shit, they'll lift her off the stage, lay her over
this baby, slip the rods in and lock 'em, and then `go at her'
all night long and all the next day --- continuously --- three
and four at a time --- while Johnny watches --- mouth, ass, cunt,
armpits, hands --- the whole scene --- fucking her continuously
until she's exhausted and then some more and some more and still
more!"

"How in the hell do you know so much about this Marla?  Hummmm?"
Paul queried her.

"Because, a couple of times, Johnny invited me to watch the
`show'!"

"That's `sick', Marla!!!"

"Ummm, Hummmm --- and it's also FUN!  The bitch hates this place
but when she's wound up and running she `performs' beautifully
and continuously, taking everything they dish out and screaming
for more until they overdo it which they always do."

Marla withdrew the rods and put them back and then shut off the
lights on the stage and the horse and motioned to Paul to follow
her back upstairs, where, when he was back in the kitchen, she
key-locked the basement door deadbolt.  Paul followed her out of
the house and she locked the front door deadbolt, too.

Later, as they drove back toward the lounge, Paul asked Marla,
"Do you honestly BELIEVE that Johnny `invented, designed and
built' that basement punishment room, Marla?  Do you really?"

"NOPE! --- I KNOW THAT LINDA DID!!!  Does that surprise you?"

"No, it sure doesn't!  NOTHING about Linda surprises me.  I KNOW
she COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY designed your place, didn't she?"

"Uh, Huh --- she sure did!  And well, I might add!  The `lady'
has been `around' and she knows how to develop fear and anticipa-
tion in submissives, being perhaps the most submissive and fear-
ful of them ALL, Paul!"

"Is all that stuff from her memories and past, Marla --- or is it
strictly a case of fantasy fulfillment?"

"BOTH!  I gather she has not told you ALL about her past, Paul,
--- correct?"

"That's correct --- but ENOUGH --- enough for me to recognize
some of the stuff at your place as well as in the basement back
there."

"Has she mentioned Alex or told you about what he did to her and
how?"

"She's mentioned him, yes --- but no details yet!  Why?"

"Get her to tell you about him and the way he did her --- make
her tell you about where he took her in Mexico and what she saw
there --- AND EXPERIENCED!!!!  But make damn sure you can `handle
it' before you get her going on that `trip'.  It's not very
`pretty' and if you aren't careful, she'll make you sick as hell
with that tale --- a true story, incidentally, from beginning to
end!"

"What's so sickening about it, Marla?"

"You ask LINDA, Paul --- ASK HER.  Then decide for yourself
what's `sick' about it! --- understand?"

"No, I don't --- but I'll ask her --- pointedly, OK?"

"Uh, Huh --- say, let's stop at the Chinese Restaurant and get
something to eat.  I'm starved!  You game?"

"Yah"

"You know how to get there?"

"Yup --- Linda and I were there earlier tonight!"

Marla smiled at him, knowingly, and patted him on the right
shoulder, but said nothing.

They stopped at the restaurant, ate two big dinners and appetiz-
ers and about an hour and a half later drove back to the Lounge.
Marla left him in the Lincoln Town Car in the back of the parking
lot and went inside.  It was about 2:00AM.  About 2:25AM, Marla
came out of the Lounge front door with Linda following along
behind.  As Paul watched them approach his car, he noticed that
Linda had her head lowered so her chin was on her chest and was
walking lock stepped and very submissively behind Marla, who
opened the back door of the Lincoln for Linda and pointed for her
to get in.  Linda got in, sat down and said nothing as Marla shut
the door and walked around and got in through the opposite back
door.

"OK, MASTER PAUL --- let's take our misbehaving, slave bitch to
my place! --- Don't turn the interior lights on, MASTER PAUL ---
I have to get the bitch ready --- OK, SLAVE --- STRIP! --- NOW
--- GET IT ALL OFF --- then get on your favourite device in your
favourite position," Marla snarled out to Linda.

Paul heard a long sigh followed by a weak "yes, Mistress" and
heard the rustling of clothes and then heard Linda moving around
in the back seat.  He looked up into the mirror and saw her
kneeling on her knees, spread wide apart and placed in the two
tray like arrangements of the device Marla had helped him carry
out of the dungeon at her place and put on his back seat.  Paul
heard the sound of leather straps being buckled down and the
sound made by a slave being ball gagged --- followed by low moans
and gurgles and the sound of hands moving over flesh --- a lot of
such sounds --- and the moans grew deeper and more pronounced as
he drove toward Marla's place.  When they entered the driveway,
Paul heard the garage door opener click in the back seat and saw
the doors rise.  He drove in, parked the car, and turned off the
engine.  Marla told him to get out and go around to the back door
on the other side, as the garage door lowered and the lights in
the garage came on in a dull red glow this time.

Paul, trying to get accustomed to the low, faint red light,
opened the back door and looked inside.  There, on his back seat,
knelt a gagged and securely bound, naked and quivering Linda,
`mounted' in the strange device he and Marla had put into the
back seat earlier.  Her legs were hugely spread, strapped togeth-
er, thigh to calf and strapped to a tray arrangement under each
leg.  A wide leather strap running from the outside of one tray
ran over her back and presumably was buckled tightly down to the
other side.  Linda had a `trainer and gag' arrangement thrust in
her mouth and bridging her face and going over her head.  A
leather strap pulled her head up and back because it was looped
through a ring in the top of the trainer and buckled through a
ring in the strap over her back.  Thrusting out Linda's behind
were two buzzing dildos, one for each `hole' and on her nipples
were a set of tightly screwed down nipple clamps.  Linda was
moaning softly, sweating and trembling as Marla spoke to him:
"OK, lift her up off the seat and help me get her out of the car
and up onto the trolley, MASTER PAUL --- we've got some `work' to
do with her and we best be getting to it --- SOON!" Marla hissed
at him.

Part 2 - Chapter 6

A night in 'hell', with Linda, 'playing' with Mistress Marla and
her slaves

Master Paul and Mistress Marla placed the spread, naked, and now
sweating and tightly bound and gagged Linda on the concrete floor
of the garage just below the overhead trolley and rail system and
it's suspended cable and hook system.  Marla retrieved a control
box and cable from the overhead trolley and, by pressing buttons
on the control box, lowered the hook until it lay on top of the
broad leather strap that anchored Linda to the wide spread
"trays".  Deftly, Marla slipped the hook through the D-Ring in
the broad black leather strap and flicked the button that caused
the hook and cable to pull taut and then begin raising Linda and
her "kneeling tray" system from the cold concrete floor.

When the hook had reached it's zenith at the overhead trolley,
Marla replaced the control box in the side of the system and
motioned to Paul to help guide the now gently swaying, spread and
bound Linda toward the heavy wooden swinging doors he had passed
through earlier in the evening.  As they approached, the doors
swung open to admit the sweating, bound and quivering suspended
slave and her two escorts.  As the doors swung closed behind, the
two ushered their 'victim' through the second door, on down the
ramp, which had silently slid open as the swinging doors closed
behind them at the top of the ramp.

The taut, quivering, spread, bound blond still moaned in the
center of the room, seemingly oblivious to the entrance of her
two former tormentors and their new charge, suspended from the
trolley system in her wide spread, rod stayed 'trays'.  The room
was still an erie infrared lit color that made the spread blond
look almost surrealistic, not to mention the effect it had upon
the gently swaying and tightly bound Linda.

Marla walked under Linda and reached upward and grasped her
hanging nipples and their gold piercing rings.  A faint gurgling
moan emanated from above as Marla tensioned the nipples ever
downward.

"Get the cat, Master Paul...it's over on the leather bench along
the wall," Marla commanded.  He looked at the leather clad she-
devil in front of him and frowned.  She smiled, softened her
voice, and said "shall we begin 'playing' with our aroused and
hungering charge, Master?  We'll need the cat, over there on the
bench to warm her up a bit, I suspect."

Satisfied with the change in voice tone and thus MUTUALLY invited
to participate, he walk over and retrieved the well oiled, nine
tailed cat from the bench and walked slowly under the now vibrat-
ing and heavily moaning and gurgling Linda from the rear to face
Marla...Mistress Marla.

She drew the nipples ever downward with her thumbs and forefin-
gers as Master Paul began a slow litany of nine tailed "loving"
across the downward stretched breasts anchored in Marla's thumb
and forefinger nipple vices.  Back and forth went the oiled
leather strands across the undersides of the stretched orbs of
his new slave and willing victim.  As He applied the singing cat
He watched the belly over his head ripple with an all too famil-
iar pattern as the knotted muscles of a tightly bound, spread and
suspended Linda drove her slave's hunger litany into the valley
of HER Master's pleasure.  As the oiled strands caressed harder
and harder on the undersides of the suspended and nipple ten-
sioned hemispheres, He watched the rippling belly muscles drive
his charge wild with hunger which was only adequately fed by the
twin buzzing shafts Marla had inserted in her in the car.  The
shaft stuffed deep into her now thoroughly wet sexual passage
walked in and out, seemingly on its own, as Linda attempted to
feed her hunger and need from deep inside.  The rear shaft re-
mained substantially stationary as the muscles there gripped it
tightly and held it firm and deep.

The fully street clothed Master raised His free left hand and,
palm upward, traversed it from just below the reddening breasts
to the wet valley where the buzzing shaft moved in and out,
almost magically.  The feel of the rippling muscles intensified
under His palm as Linda responded to His touch and her hunger
rose to be further fed by the deeply buried, pistoning shaft and
the slapping nine well oiled thongs.  Traversing the palm back
and forth over the wet belly, Master Paul increased the tempo and
the force of the cat as Mistress Marla drew the nipples yet
further downward.  The gurgling moans from above became a soft
keening but muffled scream as the buried shaft was drawn inward
out of sight and the belly muscles contracted tightly.

"DON'T STOP...INCREASE THE FORCE AND THE TEMPO...AND WATCH AND
FEEL!" Mistress Marla exclaimed.

He did and the muscles beneath His hand tightened still further
as the once buried shaft flew out of its wet and open hiding
place and literally shot across the red tinted chamber and fluids
flowed from the now empty and rippling hole to drip down onto the
floor and meet the tightly pressing palm as it traversed from
reddening breasts to wet valley and back.  The keening, muffled
scream above became a seeking moan.  Marla released the nipples
and took the cat from His hand as He stepped backward, extended
the fingers and thumb of His left hand, wrapped them tightly
together and thrust the pointed hand into the empty, spasming,
dark and wet chamber of sexual pleasure...inward...ever inward
until the hand had disappeared and only the wrist was visible
extending from the valley between the widely spread, bound legs
that quivered and rippled with obvious pleasure and hunger.

As His hand sank into the wet orifice, Master Paul felt the
rolling, churning innards of his slave wildly reflecting the
multi-orgasmic state of the "flying" Linda.  He opened the finger
tips and began massaging the soft, round cap before them with
it's split 'mouth', teasing and moving the churning cervix and in
a way that caused the wet walls around his imprisoned wrist to
massage and alternately tighten and release endlessly until a
long, urgent and muffled scream was heard from above and all of
the muscles contracted and then relaxed and the sound from above
ceased.

Slowly Master Paul withdrew the soaked left hand from it's now
relaxed sheath.  He looked at Mistress Marla and smiled, knowing-
ly, as She smiled back and said, "I believe the lady has just
gotten her first 'rocks off' session of the night, don't you?"

He nodded as He stepped back and Marla retrieved the hoist con-
trol from the trolley and lowered Linda slightly so that She
could release the strap the drew her trainer encased head back.
As the limp neck allowed the head to fall forward, Mistress Marla
grasped the wet hair and held the head up as She unbuckled and
removed the trainer and gag.  She released the hair and the head
dropped to hang downward, chin on heaving chest.  Master Paul
ducked between the widespread legs, feeling the moisture drip
onto His partially bald head as He edged forward, slowly, to gaze
upon the slack face before Him.  Linda was out like a switched
off light as her body began to shiver and shake from the after
effects of her journey to sexual satisfaction and oblivion.

Master Paul continued to stand below the gently swaying Linda,
the top of his head brushing the still rigid, ringed nipples, as
He waited for His new slave to return from her trip to sexual
completeness and total ecstasy.

"Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm...Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh"...came the soft
sound from a pair of slowly parting lips as the eyes fluttered
and slowly opened and focused on Him.

After a long pause and a few shuddering movements overhead, she
said..."is MY MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR pleased with me, Master?"

He smiled, focusing upon and watching Mistress Marla beyond the
downward tilted head of His querying slave.  "You have given ME
no pleasure, slave!  You have merely 'taken' pleasure at MY
hands!"

He watched Mistress Marla, in the background, begin whipping the
formerly lethargic blond in the blocks and rams device into a
frenzy of motion, confined at her extremities by the black rubber
block restraints at the ends of the rams that fully encased her
hands and feet.  Using the cat in a vicious and continuous circu-
lar track, Mistress Marla worked upward from the right ankle into
the now seeking blond's crotch and back down the left leg to the
left ankle.  Mistress Marla repeated the process over and over
until, finally, She began applying Her attentions to the rippling
belly that was now straining forward to receive the nine oiled
strands.  The bound and spread blond was now pleading wildly with
HER Mistress...

"mmmmoooorrrreeee,
MISTRESS...ppllleeeaaasseee...MORE...hhhhuuuurrrrttttt
mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" as the smacking, slapping litany
went on and on and approached and then engulfed the quivering
blond's breasts and nipples, which were rigid and darkening from
the effects of the attention being plied upon her by the leather
clad Mistress Marla.

Master Paul step out from under the hanging, spread and bound
Linda and, grasping her hair in His left hand, raised her head
upward and backward until she was facing the leather clad Mis-
tress and her now screaming begging blond charge.

"There, my lovely slave, is where I shall shortly have
YOU...spread and stretched before ME...screaming for MY atten-
tions and YOUR pleasure...does my slave 'look forward' to HER
Master's 'attentions' in the rams and blocks?"

"YYYYYYEEEESSSSS MASTER!" came the reply as the bound and sus-
pended body shivered and rippled before Him in the wide spread
'kneeling trays'..."Oh, yyyyeeeesss, MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRR!"

"Now, MY little satisfied and bound bitch...it is your turn to
please ME..." and he released the hair and let her head fall back
down as He retrieved the control and lowered her until her three
wet orifices were aligned with His now rigid member, encased in
street clothes, still.  He slowly walked over to the leather
bench and carefully undressed, placing each article of removed
clothing on the bench, until, He was naked and ready.

"Over in the corner, Master Paul, you will find a leather vest
and a pair of leather pants specially made for you, I believe."
Mistress Marla shouted above the screaming and begging blond's
voice which now filled the room with familiar and pleasing sounds
to His trained and accustomed ears.  "They are a 'gift' from your
new slave, MASTER..." Marla shouted to Him.

He walked over to the corner and took the two black leather
articles off their hooks.  As He returned to the bench, He sensed
that He was being carefully watched and looked over toward the
swaying Linda.  The brown eyes met His as the smiling, cherubic
face tilted toward Him.  She never spoke a word.  The eyes and
the gentle, knowing smile said it all...more than words ever
could or would.

Deftly, He stepped into the long legged leather pants and secured
them around His waist.  Looking downward, He saw that His new
slave had thought well of her own pleasure and the potential of
it from HER NEW MASTER.  The entire crotch of the pants was
missing and His manhood stuck rigidly outward and ready to 'take'
His slave.  He chuckled, turned toward Linda and saw the wide
grin and the loving, caressing eyes tell Him she understood.  He
grabbed the vest and while walking back over to her amidst the
rising, pleasure filled, begging screams of the now bucking and
raging blond, slipped the vest on and left it open.  The black
leather vest hung from His shoulders as He approached Linda, who
had dutifully and submissively lowered her head and her eyes as
HER MASTER advanced toward her.

Standing in front of the swaying, sweating, anticipating and
shivering Linda, Master Paul reached downward and grasped the wet
chestnut colored hair before Him, on either side of the down
turned head and drew her head backward, once more.  As the face
rose to stand opposite the open leather pants and the vertically
projecting rigid male member, a soft pink tongue slowly appeared
from between tender red lips and slowly licked around and around
and around an ever widening, toothless mouth.  He could hear the
sighs coming from the opening mouth as the tongue swept around
and around and around in anticipation of what was to come.

"Now...my submissive, seeking bitch...my slave...tell me what it
is that you want from YOUR MASTER..."

The eyes remained closed as the low, sexy voice began the litany
that was to become SO FAMILIAR in the days, weeks, months and
years that would follow this night and many others...

"If MY MASTER pleases that it be so...THE LAST MASTER OF THE
RINGS and the PROUD owner of 'Linda'...the LAST TRUE AND PROUD
SLAVE OF THE MASTER PAUL, THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS...I would
give thee pleasure, MY MASTER..."

The sweeping tongue resumed and extended, ever inviting and ever
beckoning Him to the citadel of wet and complete attention that
His new slave held in wait for her Master...her ONLY Master and
as she had so plainly stated it, THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS.

Slowly, He moved forward between the grasping arms that held His
hands locked tightly in the wet hair, but stopping short of the
seeking tongue and lips and holding the head and wildly seeking
mouth just fractions of an inch out of range.

"Beg me, my slave bitch...tell me what YOU will do for YOUR
MASTER if He grants you this favor to give Him pleasure and
satisfaction..."

"Please...MMMMAAAASSSTTTTEEERRRRR!  Please place MY MASTER in my
mouth so that I may give Him pleasures such as He has never had
before...please MASTER, let me tend to your needs and give you
pleasure...IT IS MY DUTY AS YOUR SLAVE TO GIVE YOU PLEASURE AND
TO SERVICE YOU...PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE MASTER????"

The eyes never opened and the head was held just out of range as
He let her continue to beg and to plead with Him.  Finally,
slowly, he drew the seeking tongue and open, ovaled mouth forward
to make contact with Him.  The tongue first swept over the rigid
round tip and licked slowly back and forth underneath in the most
sensitive area, alternating between withdrawing and sliding
across the slit on the tip and then back underneath to lave and
lick.

Neither of them seemed to be in a hurry as she carefully and
increasingly alternated back and forth with the flicking, laving
tongue as the blond's pleas and screams and beggings keened
through the dimly red lit room.  He watched her body, suspended
from above and spread naked in the trays before Him, shiver and
ripple in anticipation and hunger.  Her hands, extending out from
under the broad leather strap and it's anchored D-Ring, slowly
clenched and released as she laped and licked and serviced HER
MASTER, inviting Him ever onward and inward to take His pleasure
from her talented and trained mouth and tongue...a mouth that
contained no teeth...a mouth that HER MASTER owned...a mouth and
tongue that slowly now withdrew as the ever more hungry and
urgent voice began, once again, to slowly and lowly address Him
with the respect and the honor only HIS SLAVE could give Him...

"Please MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRRR...please feed your hungry
slave...please let your slave feed upon HER MASTER and give Him
pleasure...PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE
MMMMAAAASSSSTTTEEERRR...FEED MMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Slowly, carefully, He drew the ovaled sheath of the wet lips,
below, over the length of the ever more rigid shaft as He felt
the tongue slowly, then faster and faster, circle the advancing
shaft.  Then, effortlessly and slowly; then faster and faster, He
began advancing and retreating the mouth, lips and tongue with
the tightened fists in the ever wettening hair as He listened to
the snorting breath of the straining slave and felt the hot air
hit Him below.  As He increased the tempo and tightened the fists
in her hair, rocking her back and forth over the length of Him,
He listened to her moan and smelled the rising sexual fever in
her.  The strapped down arms and hands tightened as she clenched
the hands into fists and bore down on the "best part of HER
Master" with everything she had...licking, sucking, laving and
alternately tightening and loosening her lips and gums...milking
HER Master...and seeking to be fed, once more.

As He rose to "fly" with her, pistoning in and out of the wildly
servicing and highly pleasing mouth, He drew her deeper and
deeper onto Him, where the muscles in her throat began to add to
His pleasure as the now supersensitized tip alternately entered
and retreated from the deepest part of His slave's attentions.
As the boiling, creamy culmination of His pleasure rose from the
twin sacks below and traveled outward toward His ever hungering
slave's seeking, sucking, laving, licking and contracting and
loosening mouth, tongue, lips and throat, she felt the rising
tide and swiftly dammed down upon Him with lips and gums and held
Him in check, building His pleasure to intolerable levels as He
spasmed and gasped for release.

As swiftly as the 'lock' had been placed upon Him, it was re-
leased, and the moaning sound in her throat was replaced by the
sound of hungry gulping and the cheeks of her mouth suctioned
inward as she sought to devour HER Master's new feeding of her.
The ritual went on for many long and pleasure filled seconds as
she passionately and completely drained every drop of Her
Master's 'seed' from Him and devoured it dutifully and hungrily,
tracking it into her quivering belly.

When it was over and His climax had subsided, some MINUTES later,
He slowly pushed her away and back along the rigid shaft; ever so
slowly and ever so carefully to allow her to lick and clean Him
slowly and carefully along His entire length.  As the tip exited
from the mouth, a low voice, fully satisfied, said:  "Thank you,
Master...the last proud and only slave of THE LAST PROUD MASTER
OF THE RINGS...thanks HER MASTER...MASTER PAUL...for feeding
her...is my Master 'pleasured' sufficiently or does he require
His slave to attend to his servicing some more?"...and the tongue
resumed it's initial tracking back and forth under the still VERY
sensitive head and up through the slit on the tip and then back,
below.  He stood there, holding her hair and letting her lick and
tease Him outrageously and continuously for several more minutes,
her eyes closed, still, and her breath still panting as the pink
tongue laped and loved Him outrageously and continuously until he
could stand it no more and retreated from her range and let her
head lower where he released her hair and stepped backward still
further.

As Master Paul gazed upon the suspended, bound and naked form of
His now well fed slave, He thought of the many things He would
'visit' upon this hungry bitch slave of His before the night
faded into daylight outside.  Here in this dimly lit dungeon of
an accomplished and obviously wealthy Mistress, He would teach
His new slave to behave as He wished and would train her to His
every willful wish and pleasure.  Here, He would develop a rou-
tine for her to follow in approaching Him.  Here, He would show
her the proper positions for submission before Him and the wisdom
and practicality of them as well.

And, here, this night and in the morning, would He teach her of
"SEVENS" and the variation of His position for her, before him,
for receiving "SEVENS".  Here, in the seconds and minutes and
hours to come, He would extract obedience from her as he trained
her to HIS WAYS for all time and eternity.  When this night and
this day were through, THE LAST PROUD SLAVE OF THE LAST PROUD
MASTER OF THE RINGS would know HER MASTER and OBEY HIM without
question in all things, forever more, having learned the conse-
quences of disobedience and the terror of that punishment in real
fear and real punishments of a set and standard nature.

Perhaps, if there were time, He would show her the SEVEN-FIVE-
SEVEN punishment He would visit upon her if she dared to ever
reject or refuse Him while before Him.  But especially, this
night, and this coming day, would He describe to her the Pent-
house and the coming fitting for all of her leather garb and
bondage gear and how they were to be used upon her.

He knew He would drive her WILD with hunger as He described and
demonstrated what was to come over the days, weeks and months
ahead.  It was her very nature to rise upward and fly in sexual
frenzy as He spoke to her of such things.  Many times, already,
He had watched her rise to the command of His voice and the siren
song that brought her wet submissions before Him.  For
Linda..."Linda"...the slave of Master Paul...needed only His
voice to begin her flight into their realm, and they both knew it
well...VERY WELL.  So well could He do this that she would NEVER
AGAIN ever dare wear slacks or shorts in public with Him...for to
do so would be a supreme embarrassment to her, with an ever wet
crotch and legs exposed to all who could see them and the results
of HER MASTER'S VOICE upon her, every time He spoke to her.

Part 2 - Chapter 7

Linda's training and obedience begin in Marla's castle of "hell"

Having reflected, with pleasure, about what He would next do with
His personal and complete slave and submissive, Linda, Master
Paul turned to survey the sights and scenes before Him...the
still begging, moaning, gurgling and screaming blond slave hung
in the imprisoning blocks and rams a very short distance away and
her Mistress, Mistress Marla, who was extracting the last ounce
of "flight" out of the pleading, begging, moaning blond with
hissing and swishing applications of the well oiled and continu-
ously slapping cat, alternated with torments to the extremely
rigid nipples and wide spread sex of the writhing blond.

At the moment, Mistress Marla had her fist buried inside her
"charge" and was amplifying and orchestrating the beggings,
screamings and moanings in a way all too familiar to Master Paul.
The belly muscles of the blond rolled in continuous and constant
spasms of pleasure and reaction to the activity being visited
upon her feminine insides by this she-devil expert in such mat-
ters...who knew, perhaps better than Her "subject", what affects
the manipulations were having and would have.

As the beggings and moanings grew louder and more urgent in
nature, Mistress Marla quickly popped Her closed fist out of the
expanded wet cavity, causing the sweating blond to snap her head
forward and stare at the She-devil in absolute fear and horror as
the results of the quick maneuver tore through her and then left
her EMPTY...and wanting to be refilled in the extreme...

"...Oh, NO MISTRESS!!!!...PLEASE, MISTRESS...PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE
DON'T STOP NOW...OH PLEASE?  I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK...AAN-
NYYTTHHIINNGG!!!  Don't stop...pppllleeeaaasssseee???"

"Please WHAT?...BITCH!" came the reply.

Low and slowly..."please Mistress...don't stop..."

"Master Paul...would you like to FINISH this simpering bitch for
me?...I'm tired of her..." came Mistress Marla's reply.

"Oh nnnnnoooooooooooo, MISTRESS...please no...not HIM!  Please?"

As the blond quaked and bucked in genuine fear and apprehension,
Master Paul slowly walked over to stand beside Mistress Marla and
to glare into the pale blue eyes of the spread, sweating beauty
before them.

"Here...you take the cat and work with her for a while...I need
to tend to Linda for a while and get the holding cell prepared
for this one...see if you can take her the 'rest of the way',
will you?" Marla said in a low even tone as she handed Him the
cat, then turned and walked toward Linda.

Master Paul heard Linda, behind Him, suck in her breath and then
begin slowly and carefully pleading with the approaching Mistress
Marla..."no, Mistress...please...He's MY MASTER...MINE
MISTRESS...HE'S MMMMMIIIINNNNNEEEEEEE...pppplllleeeeaaaassssee?"

He did not turn around to watch what happened next, but He shud-
dered at the inadvertent omission Linda had just made of the word
"Mistress" at the end of her impassioned and sincere plea to
Mistress Marla...and heard the "results" of Mistress Marla's
"reaction" as Linda's low voice rose to a screaming, whining
pleading crescendo...

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO...
'MISTRESS'...I'M SORRY MISTRESS...NO, NO, NO, PLEASE DON`T DO
THAT TO ME...IT HURTS SO BAD..."

Sounds of flesh on flesh reverberated through the room as Linda
continued to scream and plead her apologies to Mistress Marla and
Mistress Marla continued to punish her for the
transgression...now, TWICE, repeated...

Master Paul turned His head slightly and out of the corner of His
eye, saw Mistress Marla drawing a nipple tightly downward by it's
golden piercing ring as Her other hand whipped back and forth
across the distended breast...He shuddered and refocused His
attention on the still pleading but slowly settling down slave in
the blocks and rams before Him...

"Now, what was this about 'NOT HIM'...my spread, horny little
misbehaving, submissive slut?...hummmmmmm?"

"No, SIR...I didn't mean it...SIR...honestly, I DIDN'T!!!" came
the reply in a low and VERY submissive voice.

"Oh, I'm sure...NOW...that's true, but let's see if you can make
amends for your little transgression of 'choices', shall we?"

He stepped between the outstretched legs and slowly inserted His
fingers into the spread, blond's very very very wet 'valley'
before Him and then slowly slid the lips open and slid His thumb
and forefinger upward until He encountered the hooded little nub
at the top.  Carefully, thumb and forefinger surrounded the
quivering small seat of extreme pleasure in all women and lightly
gripping on either side, slowly, He descended thumb and fore-
finger to the base and up tight against the seat of the
nub...then tightening ever so slowly He began to stroke up and
down...listening to the reaction...

"oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh
nnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo...pppppplllllleeeeeaaassse-
eee...SIR...aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh..." and the pleas died away in
swift intakes of breath and a careful arching of the body TOWARD
Him to lessen the pressure or do ANYTHING to stop the effect of
this simplest of all "holds" of a Master on His female submissive
"subject".

Long ago, many years back, He had learned a great deal about this
sensitive and prone to so much pleasure nub, and how it could,
when properly aroused and sensitized, be used as THE most potent
and fearful form of PUNISHMENT a woman could experience...while
in the throes of sexual pleasure and either in or close to or-
gasm...and He knew exactly how much pressure to exert and how
much to do to extract what He wanted...

"Now, little blond, misbehaving, bitch...fly for me...up...come
up and show me what you can do for a Master when He 'handles'
you".  As the gurgling, grunting, moaning and bearing down sounds
began involuntarily to stream from the blond's wide open mouth
and her head rolled around and around on her shoulders...her body
tensing like a tight bowstring...outward toward Him...NEVER
away...

In the background, He could hear the hoist motor beginning to run
as Linda's pleas had died away to silence.

The spreadeagled, sweating and arched blond attempted to keep up
with the rhythm of her tormentor's thumb and fore finger.  He
could feel the tingling between them as she grunted and spasmed
and attempted to do something, ANYTHING, to relieve the sexual
pressure He was so expertly applying to her, on her and driving
her with, through an orgasmic array of pleasure/pain torments
like nothing she had ever experienced before...not even from her
new Mistress, Mistress Marla...

"What IS my name, my flying little slut...MY NAME?"

"Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh...Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmassster PPPPPP, PPPPP
PPPPPPAAAAUUUULLLL, sssss, ssss, sssssiiiirrrrrr..."

Tightening slightly and quickening the stroke ever so slightly.
"Whose MASTER, am I, bitch?"

IIIIIIII, IIIIIII, I don't know, MMMAAASSSTTTERRRR..."

"Shall we FIND OUT...RIGHT NOW...whose MASTER I AM?  Hummmmmm?"

"NO!...PLEASE!...NO!  NO!
NO!...PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE...NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

Tighter...faster..."no, WHAT, BITCH???"

"...mmmmmmaaaaasssstttttteeeeerrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!...
uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh...uuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm..." trailed
off the answer as the head bobbed wildly around and the body
arched toward Him even further...

"That's correct...SLAVE...YOUR Master...YOURS!  So long as I have
you where I want you and YOU want to be, you are MINE!"

"...aaaahhhhhhhh...yes Master...yyyyyoooouuuurrrrssss!"

He released the thumb and forefinger and quickly withdrew
them...as the grunting and moaning mouth exploded in a...

"NO MASTER...NO NO NO NO...PLEASE DON'T STOP IT... PPPPPLLLLEEEA-
AASSEEE!"

"Beg, me...convince me to resume..."

"Oh god...please Master...please...I'll do anything you
want...take me...use
me...but...pppppplllleeeeeaasssseeee...ffffiiiinnniiiisssshhhh
MMMMMMMEEEEE...PPPPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEE!" came the expected
reply.

"Take you?  Use you?...what sort of language is that, slave?"

"FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MMMMEEEEE,
MMMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRRR...RRRRAAAAMMMM YYYYOOOUUUURRRRR
CCCCOOOOCCCCKKKK IIINNNN MMMMYYYY CUNT!  STUFF MY ASS WITH
IT...TEAR MY NIPPLES OFF...ANYTHING...BUT PLEASE, MASTER,
FFFFFFIIIINNNNIIIISSSSHHHHH MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!  PLEASE, MASTER!"

He stepped back and set the cat in motion, up through the wet
spread valley before Him, swiftly and HARD, taking particular
care to have the tips lick continuously exactly where His thumb
and forefinger had been before...over and over and over...

As the sweating, straining blond arched into the licking, oiled
strands and  hissed...literally hissed...

"yyyyeeeesssssss...MMMMMAAAAASSSTTTEEEERRRRR...HURT ME
MORE...YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS...SSSSSOOOOO
GGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD...CCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMINNNNGGGGG, MMMMMMAS-
TER...CUMMING...NNNNOOOOOWWWWW!"

And the body before Him arched one last time, straining outward
and then went slack in the rams and blocks as the head rolled
over backwards and the eyes slid closed...FINISHED...OUT LIKE THE
PROVERBIAL LIGHT...

He tossed the cat across the room onto the leather covered bench,
and, after checking His swooning 'charge' to make certain she was
breathing normally and in no danger, He turned and walked toward
Linda and Mistress Marla.

The sight before Him shocked him, at first.  Mistress Marla had
removed the spreader rods or bars from between the trays Linda
was strapped into, kneeling, thus allowing her legs to splay out
wider, or so it seemed.  As He studied the position more careful-
ly, He realized that Linda now controlled the spread of the trays
and her legs...and she could move them wider, outward or draw
them in tight, at will.

Except for ONE SMALL FACTOR...Mistress Marla was standing behind
her, commanding..."spread 'em...you bitch...wider...wider
yet...slut...wider...wider than that...now hold them there..."

As He watched, Mistress Marla began applying a crop with a leath-
er loop on the end to the splayed and split wet slit before
Her,...the legs started to close...and the commanding voice
reverberated through the room...

"WIDER...YOU FUCKING BITCH...I SAID...WIDER!!!!!  DO YOU HEAR
ME?"

"yyyyeeeeeesssss...MISTRESS...anything you say...MISTRESS!"

The crop toyed with the spread Linda...teasing her all along her
spread lips, caressing the rings and burrowing into the open
valley...over and over and over as the legs closed ever so
slightly in reaction to what was going on and then widened even
more.

Master Paul watched the scene in silence as Mistress and slave
seemingly teased and worked together, with each other...it was
difficult to determine just who, EXACTLY, was getting the most
pleasure out of the episode before Him.

"Ok, bitch, close 'em up..."

The legs swung shut, pulling the broad leather strap over Linda's
back down taut.  The strain of holding her legs that way showed
on Linda's body and her face as she tightened every muscle to do
it.  Marla slapped her naked behind with an open palm and
said..."now hold em that way until I tell you otherwise..."

Walking over to Him, Marla said to Paul..."I see you finished our
little blond friend...good...I'll take her down and put her away
to 'hang around' for a while...you tend to Linda for a
while...she LIKES this "loose in the trays" gig..." and with
that, Marla walked back toward the sagging, still sweating and
now slightly shuddering blond in the blocks and rams.

As Master Paul walked up close to the hanging Linda, doubled up
and bound tightly into her "kneeling trays" and up as high as the
overhead hoist could take her, she raised her head up...He gave a
slight shudder as He viewed an angry red welt across her cheek.
Straining, she tried to smile, ever so slightly, back at
Him...but the effort was sort of pathetic...she looked, for all
the world, like whipped, wet, straining and hurt puppy dog.
Reaching up into the trolley drawer, He retrieved the control box
and slowly lowered her down to the floor where He disconnected
the hook from the D-Ring in the broad strap, raised the hook and
cable back up and pushed the trolley back out of the way.

Carefully, He released the broad leather strap that bound Linda
into the trays and from which she had been suspended and threw it
over her back onto the floor on the other side of her.  Next He
disconnected the link between her cuffed wrists on her back and
then, finally, He unbuckled the two broad, black leather straps
on either leg and tray that held her down tight, kneeling in
them.  Placing His hands in her armpits, He raised her to sitting
position in the trays, knees together and let her rest for a
while, watching her carefully.  She kept her head down and said
not a word to Him.  When she was upright He could see a small
amount of dried blood on her left nipple and surmised that the
nipple ring had torn her flesh.

After a few minutes of rest, He took Linda's hands in His and
helped her off the elevated trays, to stand before Him, naked,
head down and eyes lowered.  No words were spoken between them.
In the background He could hear Mistress Marla removing and
moving the now wide awake blond to the far end of the room and a
door being unlocked and opened.  Shortly thereafter, the begging
and pleading started all over from the blond, from inside the
room..

"Nooooo Mistress...not up there...no, please...not TONIGHT!  Let
me sleep in the bed upstairs, please, Mistress."  There was a
loud crack of a crop on bare flesh and a long, moaning whimper,
then silence.  He focused His attention back on Linda...

"Spread your legs and stand with them apart for a while..."

She slowly spread them open about three feet and stood there,
hands at her sides, head and eyes lowered.  He walked around
behind her and ran His hand up and down her naked back and be-
hind, slowly caressing her as she shivered under His touch.  He
took her hair, from the rear, in His left hand and drew her head
back so her eyes were staring up at the ceiling, and said...

"Now, MY slave, MY total submissive and MY possession, are we
ready to begin learning how YOUR MASTER wishes you to obey Him?"

The answer, unhesitatingly, softly, and very clipped and short,
came back...

"yes, MASTER"

"Kneel on the carpet, legs apart as they are."

"yes, Master"

"Put your behind down tight on the floor between your legs."

"yes Master"

Releasing her hair, "head down, eyes down, chin on your chest"

"yes Master"

"Place the tops of your feet on the carpet, toes pointing back-
ward and  place your hands, palms upward, on the tops of your
thighs"

"Yes, Master"

"This is the position I want you to take every time you come to
me to be my slave and fly for me...do you understand ME?"

"YES, MASTER...I UNDERSTAND, MASTER"

Walking around in front of her, He stood, just in front of her, a
foot or so from her spread knees and placing His hands in her
hair, bent her forward between the spread knees as He said...

"Place your hands behind your back, one palm in the other,
straight back, and lick my feet, slave..."

From below, "yes, Master" and then the feeling of a soft tongue
sliding over the tops of first one foot and then the other, and
the head moving as the tongue searched for, found and licked,
carefully, ten separate toes and then withdrew and the lips
gently kissed each foot...

He sighed through a knowing grin as he stared down at the still
wet head of chestnut colored hair and the trembling arms, hands
and body below Him.  She was obviously, completely enjoying this,
far more than He was or that He had hoped that she would.

He reached down and took her shoulders, palm under each, and sat
her back up, saying...

"When we 'meet', each time, you will do what you just did when I
stand where I just did, after you have assumed the
position...understand?"

"Oh, YES, Master...I understand!" and a long shuddering sigh from
the down turned mouth could be plainly heard.

"Place your hands, palm up, back on your thighs."

"Yes, Master"

Walking behind her, took her hair in both His hands, at the rear
of her head, and drew her backward, as he said...

"Close your eyes and lie back slowly...all the way back between
your legs..."

"yes, Master...thank you Master"

"For what?"

"For showing me YOUR WAYS for me Master"

"Do you like them?"

"Oh,...YYYEEEESSSS MASTER...VERY VERY MUCH, Master" came the
reply.

"This, my sole slave and only possession, is your FIRST POSITION
before YOUR Master and it's three separate variations.  You will
always sit this way, upright, when you are with me, even in the
car, which you have already done and therefore know, don't you?"

"YES, MASTER!" (a shudder as memories of that returned to her)

"In the forward position, you greet me as you did, with lips and
tongue, just as you did tonight, for the first time...every time
we begin...without me telling you to...do you understand?"

Yes, Master...I understand Master...COMPLETELY, MASTER!" (another
sigh and shudder).

"It does not matter who is in the room.  If you are naked and
have come to serve me, you will do this...do you understand?"

"Yes Master...may I ask you a question Master?"

"Yes"

"Will you have others with us, Master, when we are together this
way?"

"Perhaps, but that depends on what you and I agree to, my
slave...between us and ONLY us!"

"Yes, Master...I understand you, Master" (a long, contented sigh)

"In the forward position, I may bind and strap you tightly, and
leave you there if you misbehave or disobey me in MINOR ways, do
you understand me?"

"YES, MASTER" (strong, clipped and very quickly said)

"And in this, backward position, legs spread wide, your back and
head upon the floor, toes pointed back and soles of your feet
exposed upward along side you, hands palm up on your thighs, and
legs spread wide open...in THIS POSITION you shall receive SEVENS
for things such as failing to call me Master after each set of
words or answers you speak to me...do you understand me?"

"yes"

He smiled and chuckled to himself as he slowly left her and
walked over to the leather covered bench and retrieved the well
oiled and previously well USED cat and then walked back to stand
beside her.

"I see...my misbehaving wench!  You've just EARNED a seven,
haven't you?"

"YES...MASTER!" came the reply.

"Sevens are administered with a cat or a crop upon the soles of
your feet, the palms of your hands, upon your bare breasts and
upon the 'valley of your Master's pleasures', in rotation...seven
separate strokes to seven separate and predetermined locations,
always the same...do you understand me, slave?"

A long shudder, and low moan followed by a timid "yes, Master."

And with that, He carefully whipped the soles of her feet, the
palms of her hands, each breast and then laid the crop, length-
wise, up the middle of her spread legs in quick succession, as
she moaned and spread her legs wider and thrust her chest body
upward to meet the last three "strokes".

"That is a SEVEN, slave"

"I like them, MASTER...I like them very very much, MASTER!"

"Some slaves fear them a great deal...they will beg and plead to
avoid them."

"NOT YOUR SLAVE, MASTER...I...LIKE...THEM...MASTER... A LOT,
MASTER!!!" came the unhesitating reply.

Somehow, He knew that would be her answer...He knew it!

"One final item...the punishment for you rejecting me or ejecting
me, ANY PART of me...from your mouth or any other orifice of your
body...from the valley of MY pleasures or any where else...is A
SEVEN-FIVE-SEVEN...this you will DEFINITELY NOT LIKE, slave."

"yes, Master?" (a long shudder)

"SEVEN continuous SEVENS, administered hard and fast, in quick
succession, followed by FIVE MINUTES of *THIS*"...stooping down,
He reached between her splayed legs, running His thumb and fore-
finger up from the VERY WET soft and lightly spasming mouth of
her sexual passage until the hooded and tingling stem of her
sexual core was between His thumb and fore finger as the blond's
had been just a short time ago...

"OH, NO MASTER...I won't EVER reject you or push you out of
me...EVER...NOT EVER... MASTER...I promise you...I will take you
inside me and service you...I won't reject you... EVER, MY MAS-
TER..." and a low moan as the finger and thumb tightened and
slowly gripped her in the most intimate and "knowing" of
ways..."NO, MASTER...NEVER, MASTER...NOT EVER...MASTER!!!!" she
shot back at Him, tersely and fully meaning every word as the
full impact of FIVE MINUTES of this registered upon her...

He watched the knot of fear tighten in her belly muscles and
ripple across her lower torso as her breath quickened...and
released her and stood back up.

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"Would you REALLY do that to me for FIVE MINUTES, Master, if I
rejected you from my mouth or 'other places' Master?"

"Without hesitation, slave...WITHOUT HESITATION!"

"Thank you, Master...I understand, Master"

Walking behind her, He placed the palms of His hands under her
shoulders and raised her to an upright, 'normal' kneeling version
of His FIRST POSITION and left her there, head down, eyes cast
downward, palms on thighs, upward, knees spread far far apart and
walked to the far end of the room to the open door leading into
what looked like a black leather lined cell of some sort.  As He
walked, he thought about how wet Linda had been when He had
demonstrated the SEVEN-FIVE-SEVEN, wetter then when Marla, Mis-
tress Marla, had been working on her earlier and when he had His
hand up inside her...

He now KNEW Linda absolutely reacted, with extreme hunger and
fear built passion, to the routines He had just explained and
demonstrated.  Any woman He had ever used them on previously, had
done the same.  They were HIS punishments and
position(s)...uniquely His.  Something He had slowly developed
over the years after working with several good slaves...full and
complete submissives...sexual submissives, all...and He under-
stood the effect of the kneeling, spread position as it tensioned
and focused tendons and muscles and amplified the sexual effect
of His words and His actions or attentions on His slave(s).  From
what Linda had previously done, He knew she was familiar with the
workings of the position and could do it for long periods of
time, effortlessly, it seemed.  He would find that out, for sure,
shortly.

Stepping through the door to the cell, He was greeted by a
strange and wild sight, on the wall to His left, framed in solid
black leather...

"Come here, Master Paul, and see the 'resting position' of my
little blond bitch slave you wore out, out there!" Marla ex-
claimed to Him as he walked toward them.

There, on a long, padded and leather covered wall, was the blond
slave, bound tight to it, face outward, splayed in a wide "X", no
part of her touching floor or ceiling, black leather straps
anchoring her tightly to the wall at wrists, forearms, and upper
arms above, across her forehead, a wide, ball gag containing
strap over her mouth, a padded blinder strap over her eyes, a
very wide strap across her upper chest under her arms, a wider
one yet across her belly and four wide straps across her upper
and lower legs, splayed out below as her arms were above.  From
between her legs came a two inch wide strap that rose upward and
buckled to a strap and belt buckle riveted to the strap over her
belly...a strap that passed through leather loops on the ends of
buried shafts that filled her, front and back, and from which two
wires ran from each shaft base to a small, many knobbed, black
box on the wall.  On each nipple, was affixed a butterfly nipple
clamp, from which hung a fair sized lead weight.

As He approached the strapped up blond He could hear her muffled,
guttural moans and protests but not much else.  Marla ran Her
hands over the bound and spread blond's splayed body and then
walked to the black box and turned dials.  A low humm came from
the buried shafts inside the now quivering blond.  As Marla
turned the knobs the humm grew louder and louder.  Satisfied, She
released the knob and walked over to Master Paul.

"You like my little special resting arrangement for this bitch,
Master Paul?"

It was then that He noticed four extra pairs of wires coming out
from under the crotch dividing and splitting black leather strap
and going up to the many knobbed control box...

"What are the other four sets of wires for, Marla?"

"Oh, those...deep inside her pussy are two silver 'eggs' with
vibrators in them...in between the two plugs, front and rear,
there is another one, laid crossways and held tight there with
the strap, and finally, there is another, buried above the front
shaft, in the slit, up against her clit, above, just below it and
just touching it.  I only have the vibrators on in the shafts at
present, which, incidentally, I can expand or contract inside her
with one of the knobs...the shafts will expand outward or shrink
inward...watch..."

She went back to the many knobbed box and began adjusting other
knobs.  Each adjustment brought a 'reaction' from the helplessly
bound and spread slave...and the weights on the nipple clamps
began to sway and bob continuously as the adjustments were made.

As Mistress Marla adjusted and 'tuned' the knobs and the devices
they controlled, the strapped open slave's toes began to curl
involuntarily, and her fists clenched...He could see her jaws
tighten, also, as she bore down on the ball gag with her teeth...

Marla continued to adjust and tune as the belly muscles of the
now jerking blond ripple with sexual excitement and
reactions...the muscles in her neck and the rest of her body
began to tighten, visibly, and her breath, through only her
nostrils, came in quick, deep snorts.

Paul watched the Mistress continue making adjustments out of the
corner of His eyes as he watched the 'reactions' they caused on
the strapped body before Him...several final adjustments caused
the blond to stiffen visibly and mightily, after which a long
snorting sigh was heard and she went limp in the straps, toes
uncurling, palms opening and all muscles relaxing...

Mistress Marla stepped away from the box and walked over to Him
to stand next to Him...

"OUT!...Like a light!...In record time, too!...Watch what happens
next as she comes around...I've left the devices where they were
set when she went out...watch...I'll be back in a minute."

She left the room and He stood there watching the limp blond
strapped to the wall before Him.  After several minutes, the toes
and fingers moved slightly, and then the body, strapped tight as
it was, jerked wildly against the straps and a long series of
gagged, protesting moans and muffled screams could be heard as
the fists tensioned and released and the toes curled and un-
curled...and that process went on for several more minutes,
accompanied, always, by the panting, snorting sounds of increased
breathing through the nose and the onset and increase of the
rippling belly muscles and then a general tightening of all
muscles, over the entire body, followed by a long muffled scream
or moan and then total relaxation as the blond went 'lights out'
again.

Marla came back in the room just as the strapped up slave was
coming back to life a second time...

"See?...She's good for dozens of those, through the night...and
when I'm through with her, she'll do ANYTHING I ask of her or
command her to do...this little trick is my 'specialty', Master
Paul...I take uncooperative women who may not want to do my
bidding and be my slave or someone else's, especially women who
are, shall we say, less then appreciative of sexually pleasing a
man or a woman to whom they belong or will belong, and I teach
them to appreciate VOLUNTARY SEX through long and continuous
INVOLUNTARY ORGASMS AND FULL CLIMAXES TO UNCONSCIOUSNESS in this
fully bound and helpless position..."

Marla walked over to the now orgasmically rising blond and pulled
the nipple clamps out fiercely from her chest with one hand and
began whipping the tensioned breasts with the crop She held in
Her other hand...continuously over, under, in between and on the
sides of each breast...as the blond's muffled screams and gur-
gling moans rose and the toes curled and fists clenched once
again and she again passed out...this time, coated from head to
toes with sweat...and with a solid golden stream of urine stream-
ing down her limp legs onto the terrazzo floor below her; stream-
ing off the ends of her toes in multiple golden waterfalls.

Marla turned around and walked back to Master Paul.

"Come on out here...I want to show you something Linda built for
me...designed...a while back...from memory...I just moved her for
you so you can see her handiwork used on her..." and Marla and
Paul walked out of the cell, Marla closing the door, with a final
sounding slam, behind her.  As the door slammed shut, Master Paul
thought about the endless series of orgasms the blond would
experience through the coming hours and He shuddered...it was not
good to leave a slave that way, unattended.

As His eyes focused on the room before him, in the dim, infrared
light, He saw Linda, stretched horizontal in the middle of the
room where the blond had been in the rams and blocks.  Only,
Linda was stretched between four rams with her hands and feet in
the black rubber blocks, spreadeagled, face up, horizontally,
about crotch height with a fifth ram rising from the floor and
under her back.  All five rams were coming out of the floor, and
none were extending down from the ceiling, as before with the
blond.  The one at her middle back had a rubber block or pad that
gripped her from the top of her behind, along her back for maybe
eighteen inches toward her shoulder blades.  The block was huge
and rose up around her sides.  An eighteen inch wide black leath-
er strap rose out of one side of the huge block and passed over
her belly to anchor tightly to the rubber block's other side.

Linda was exactly horizontal, fully spread and very very tightly
tensioned out of the large belly and back block toward each
outer, spread ram and hand or foot encasing rubber block.  As He
walked around to her head, hanging backward, hair dangling down
toward the floor, He said...

"Well, lovely slave...what have we here?"

"Alex's RAMS, MASTER!" came the terse reply.

"I see...do you 'like' them, slave?"

"NO MASTER!!!" came the terser reply, filled with fear which was
emphasized by a long shudder through her body.

"I see...who put you in these, slave?"

"ALEX, MASTER!" another shudder.

"Did Alex hurt you in these?"

"YES, MASTER!"

"Are you afraid of them?"

"Terrified, MASTER..."

"Then why are you in them, MY lovely slave?"

"Mistress Marla put me in them to show you what Alex did to me,
Master."

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