Archive-name: Slaves/lind106.txt
Archive-author: Master Paul
Archive-title: The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
DANCING (& OTHER THINGS) IN THE (ALMOST!) DARK FOR THE BOSS' "ASSOCIATES"
Part 1 - Chapter 6
The attributes of the ever talented "Lady", Linda, shown brightly
before the cheering males as she made passionate and extremely
precise "love" to the phantom male lover above her arched, spread
body with her glowing every move clearly visible in purposeful florescent
highlighting, so carefully applied minutes before in the now dark
dressing room.
As John stared in utter disbelief at the show going on before his
amazed and wide open eyes, he thought to himself...."I'll be goddamned!"
"In all my forty-two years I've NEVER seen anything like
this.......and I doubt that I ever will again.......if I lose this
one.....HOLY SHIT!"
A fragile feminine hand left its sex spreading task to retrieve
the tiny light control box as the music came to a close and then the
lights died away into darkness, just as they had begun some
breath taking minutes before.............it seemed like hours to
the panting males seated around the bar, all of whom were now
moved around and scrunched in tight at the bottom center of the
U-shaped bar and not spread around the U's legs as before......for
reasons any live male didn't have to explain to anyone,..........EVER!
In the dark, Linda dropped to her back on the platform and got up
onto her bare feet and walked forward until her toes were curled
over the edge of the carpeted, padded dancing platform. She slid
her feet outward until they're outer edges simultaneously touched
the cool vertical rise of the platform's two, front corner, stainless
steel poles anchored firmly to the floor and the ceiling with heavy
stainless steel screw-in fixtures and five large bolts in each.
As she reached upward to grasp the poles with her outstretched hands
she cranked the platform light dimmer rheostat to its maximum full
on position and punched the regular platform lights button on as she let
the little box fall and grasped the poles as high as she could, with her hands,
standing on tip-toes up against the poles.
The lights flashed back on to illuminate a spread-eagled, smiling
Linda looking down at the now bunched together male, recently 'converted',
voyeurs.........................a tanned and white stripped naked
female body that bore no physical resembalance to the incredible sight
that had gone just before..............a "normal" female frame,
naked, slight of build with what appeared to be all the normal female
attributes which were VERY OPENLY displayed for all to see.
It took several seconds for her "audience" to react, but......REACT....
.....THEY MOST CERTAINLY.............DID!!! With wild cheering
abandon! Clapping and hooting and whooping and whistling like a
bunch of baseball fan's after a grand slam home run by their
favorite slugger.
Linda smiled down at them and said, quietly, as the noise died away.....
"somebody get my drink over on the register...........and how
about a cigarette,..........guys?" (With "guys" being strung out
in a long sexy whispered way that induced.........well, the best
way to describe it is..........pandemonium...........every set of
male feet in the place made a mad dash to get around the bottom
end of the U-Shaped bar to reach the cash register FIRST....and
oblige the "Lady".............PERSONALLY!!!!)
It was an absolute riot of scrambling arms and legs as someone
came up with Linda's J&B on the rocks and another thrust a
cigarette up to her from behind the bar in front of the platform.
Linda let go of the poles, bent over so her pert, not too large
breasts with their orangish red tinted nipples hung down in front
of the eyes of her cigarette profering "benefactor" and opened
her lips slowly to grasp the cigarette between them. A cigarette
lighter magically appeared from her left to ignite the long white
stick and her J&B on the rocks slid into view from the right and
into her outstretched right hand. She grasped the drink firmly,
stood up and raised it to her thirsty lips as her left hand
extracated the glowing cigarette and her lungs exhaled the smoke
in a billowing upward cloud.
She took a deep swallow of the cooling, mind numbing brew, ever
mindful of her still spread legged position and the examining,
searching eyes of the entourage below and in front of her, plastered
together between the bar and the platform.
She looked down kindly,...and with a smile,...whispered huskily in
her deepest, sexiest voice,......."IT'S OK TO....'TOUCH'.......GUYS,
BUT PLEASE BE 'GENTLE".............I'M SORT OF 'WORKED UP', 'DOWN THERE',
RIGHT NOW, ..................!!!"
And, indeed, she was,...as the lips of her spread sex glistened with
moisture and pulsated before their upturned eyes.........and the
mouth of her as yet unfulfilled sex hole lay open and spread with
its deep recesses capturing all the incoming light and leaving a
dark black void for each sweating, panting male to behold in full.
A tentative hand reached it's large fingers up and patted her
inner, sweating thigh, and then rubbed up and down it's length as
another large male hand did likewise with the other tanned thigh,
beginning at the white untanned juncture of the two tanned
stiffened columns of supporting female flesh........VERY VERY 'FEMALE'
FLESH...........as all could PLAINLY behold.......and DID!
Linda, took another deep swallow of the iced JB, emptied the
glass and extended it downward and off in front of her to the left
where a waiting male hand received it and a male voice asked.....
....."another?"........"No, thank you", she replied, extending
the cigarette in her right hand up to her lips and inhaling
deeply, then extending it down in front and to the right of her
where John removed it carefully from her fingers.
Linda reached up to the poles with her hands and gripped them
tightly, just as a second male hand closed around the outside of
each of her upper legs, opposite the two hands inside her thighs
and lifted her up off her extended feet, ever so slightly. When
her feet cleared the platform, they swung her legs and spread sex
forward about six or eight inches and started to lower her slowly
downward toward the waiting lips of her "friend" Pasqual, who was
concentrating heavily upon the task about to be visited upon him
and readying himself to give proper attention to Linda's too long
neglected, not yet fully stimulated nether sexual favors.
The leg securing hands lowered her ever so gentlely onto the
waiting mouth and Linda felt a warm, wet, broad male tongue
traverse her soft inner sex lips, quivering vaginal cavity and
stop at her not yet touched sensitive upper "V" and its
ever present "passion seat".................and then the educated
tongue circled the target and swished firmly back and forth and
up and down over it, hurrying to make up for lost time, or so it seemed.
Linda was gradually letting the now tightly clenched cheeks of
her lightly padded behind settle toward the floor by letting her
pole gripping hands loosen, ever so slightly, and slide down the
twin, spread poles. When her behind touched the floor of the
platform, she let go of the poles and lean backward, slowly letting
her self down until she was laying on her back on the platform,
knees bent over the front edge, widely spread, with Pasqual still
attending to her now well laved and somewhat excited sexual slit.
"Come on, Guys, don't be bashful!" she snorted, huskily, "I've
still got two hands and mouth left up here!"
Three naked male bodies swung up onto the stage to oblige her,
and within moments, Linda was stroking the rigid extended members
of two kneeling males, and laving the advancing organ of a third
male crouched on all fours over her reclined body.
And so it went through the rest of the night as John's "Business
Associates" took turns being stroked, licked, sucked, sucking,
and ultimately fucking, in alternating "holes", a tipsy Linda who
had reached the point of really not giving a damn and who had
long since lost any inhibitions and regrets she might have had
earlier about doing a "Private Show" for John, her Boss. They
worked on her until the sun came up outside, stroking, licking,
fucking and fondling the talented, sexy Linda to what they
thought was orgasm after orgasm. But as drunk as she was, Linda
never hit that first even low orgasmic peak, though she faked it
beautifully with her ex-whore's knowledge of lower body muscle
control, tightening and loosening her inner muscles and
multiplying the effect with lower belly, inner thigh and posterior
complimenting muscle contractions and relaxations and her moans.
Once, during the session, someone grabbed her two nipples between
their fingers and started to pull upward and press the fingers
together simultaneously, but Linda spit out the member in her
mouth, dropped the almost climaxing members from her hands and
slapped the offending fingers away with a firm admonition that
THAT was not to be repeated, PERIOD........and then got back to
BUSINESS. After that, they stuck to licking them and Linda
"serviced" the entourage in true exhooker style.
A soddened, well used and very drunk Linda managed to get dressed
and John drove her home in the Caddy. She staggered through the
front door and sprawled on the couch, where she promptly passed
into an alcohol assisted, deep dreamless sleep. Some time just
before lunch, Tammara woke her up and she made lunch for her
beloved eight year old daughter and then pulled herself up the
stairs, hand over hand and slipped into the bed. At 6:00PM Linda
crawled out of the bed and while fending off a "twenty-questions"
siege from Johnny, she showered and got ready to go back to the
lounge for another night's "work", regular and otherwise.
Saturday Night didn't go quit so "well", partly because she was
tired and hung over and principally because the "Private Party"
turned into a "Zoo" with that bitch B.J. staying to help out in
servicing and entertaining the participants. B.J. got into
Linda's act heavily and attempted to "make it" with her as part
of the impromptu "act". Linda went along, part way, until the
little bitch started hurting her, purposefully, at which point B.J.
learned a very valuable and never to be forgotten lesson about
the seeming docile and friendly Linda.
The black and blue marks still showed on B.J. when Linda walked
into the lounge to go to work at 8:45 Monday night, almost two
days later!
Linda, after almost two days of unholy crap from Johnny about her
two after sunrise arrivals home, and four hundred and sixty bucks
richer (John paid her $260 in cash Saturday morning and $200 in
cash Sunday morning, though Linda thought it should have been
vice-a-versa).........after the nearly two days to think about
the remaining $400 and how she had to earn it the coming weekend,
she walked fearfully back into the lounge to do her regular Monday
Night dance shift from 9:00PM to 2:00AM.
B.J. was, of course, surly as hell toward her, bitch that she
was.... but John seemed quite normal and "ho-hum" about the
whole thing.........almost cavalier, in fact. After a few words
with him at the cash register, Linda was about to turn and head
into the dressing room when she spotted the now familiar slightly
bald headed, blue eyed, bearded face over the top of the stage
platform in the same seat he'd occuppied on Friday Night........
.........and a shiver went up and down her tired frame.
She hurried through dressing and making up and then came out and
plugged three quarters into the box and zipped up onto the stage,
about five minutes before the offical 9:00PM start for the dancers.
Her first song, "You Light Up My Life", was done with only one
person in mind and she made sure HE knew it. Their eyes never
left each other in the platform's back mirror except for brief
moments when Linda "kept it honest" to satisfy John and the rest
of the gaping customers. The second and third songs were songs
that had key words in them............words like "submission" and
"slave" and "bondage" and having a "master".....well hidden in
the lyrics, but.......THERE. As the "key words" came up in the
songs, Linda made sure her hands and arms did the correct things,....
fleetingly, but "correct",........and that her eyes, whenever she
performed the "correct" amplifying gestures to the words, looked
downward and downcast from HIS as the gesture was carefully delivered.
And each time, when she looked back up, he nodded ever so
slightly and smiled just a little.........and Linda's insides
crawled with anticipation and expectation as her sexual boiling
point started to rise and her body started to react to a new
"find" of emmense importance to her.
When her last song ended, she came down off the platform and
walked slowly out from the bar area around the cash register and
slowly made a socializing trip along the length of the bar,
stopping to talk to each customer she reached, patting him on the
shoulder when she was done talking and going on to the next until,
after some eight or ten minutes, she had worked her way around to
the last two seats at the other end of the bar's U-Shape opposite
the cash register end.
She placed her hand on the empty chair, and looking down into the
upturned eyes and face of the object of her dancing, "mind if I
sit down here?"
"By all means, please do.................I saved it for you."
came the gentle but deep male voice's reply.
As she sat down, she saw a glass sitting on a bar napkin in
front of her, and said......"Oh, I'm sorry........Am I sitting in
someone else's seat?"
He looked at her, smiled with those pale blue, kindly eyes, and
shook his head ever so slightly in the negative.
"I'm Linda."
"I Know."
"Who are you?"
"A 'friend'........a 'special' friend."
"Special, 'HOW'?"
"In a way only YOU will appreciate, Linda..............because I
understand you..........and I speak YOUR 'language'."
Linda gazed into his eyes and started to reply but thought
better of it.........at least for the moment.......and let the
opportunity pass.
She picked the glass up off the bar and lifted it to her lips,
never taking her eyes off his. As she tilted the glass forward to
pour the cool J&B over her lips and down her throat, she opened
her lips and ran her tongue along the inside rim of the glass
while staring him straight in the eyes..............and then set
the glass back on the bar, again, without breaking eye contact.
She reached into her small cigarette case she had laid on the bar
and extracted a cigarette, placed it between her lips and
started to reach for her lighter when a large hand appeared in
front of her with a flaming lighter. She reached up and placed
her right hand over his, curling her fingers into his palm where
she touched him ever so gentlely and allowed her fingers to move
ever so slightly in the sensitive palm as she and he guided the
lighter to her cigarette. She was so engrossed in what she was
doing she almost forgot to take a drag on the cigarette before
the end of it burned up in the flame.
And, all the while, two pairs of very expressive, highly
'interested' eyes made a kind of silent introduction to each
other at very very close range. Linda's body shuddered a little,
part way through the engagement, and she felt her sexual "temperature" rising.
She set his hand back down in his lap after the cigarette was lit
and tipped her head back to blow a plume of smoke toward the
ceiling, STILL NOT LETTING HER EYES LEAVE HIS, and then lowered
her head back down and waited, still locked in his gaze.
"I'm called Paul by most people, but to a very few, I have
another name that preceeds that one, Linda.........a VERY VERY VERY
FEW!", he said in a low husky voice.
"I see"..........replied Linda........"and do you mind if I call
you 'Paul',.............Paul?"
"Linda,........for now, let's not worry about names..........BUT, YES,
...........I THINK............EVENTUALLY............YOU.......MORE THAN
I WILL BE MORE CONCERNED ABOUT 'WHAT' I AM CALLED AND WHEN.........but,
as I said.........it doesn't matter right now."........"DOES IT?"
She looked into his eyes and answered him without saying a word
and he said........."I knew you'd understand me." And she nodded
ever so slightly to make doubly sure he knew she was 'on board'.
Eventually, they did get around to talking a little and she found
out he was married, had two kids, owned his own business and came
in the lounge, 'occassionally', after he left work, to unwind.
Linda acknowledged that she was married and had an eight year old
daughter and that she was dancing to try and get the family back
on their financial feet while her husband started back to work
after a long Winter of being Laid Off in the construction
industry as a structural ironworker. She told him Johnny was
working on the ICIC Building downtown bossing a raising gang.
About that time, John walked up to her, bent over, whispered in her
ear, and then turned around and walked away. As he left, she was visibly
shaking and her bottom lip had curled back under where she was not too
gently chewing on it as tears appeared in each of the corners of her eyes.
"Problems, Linda?" came a gentle non-prodding question at a very
low and subdued level, from the owner of the pale blue eyes next
to her.
She couldn't handle it any longer and said, "excuse me a minute,
I'll be back..............", and emphasized it by saying......."PLEASE
DON'T LEAVE WHILE I'M GONE........THIS TIME...........PLEASE????"
He didn't say a word. All he did was look into her rising eyes
and pick up her cigarettes and lighter and put them in her hand
after which he squeezed her hand with both of his and ran the
tips of his fingers along the edge of her hand, all below the bar
level where no one could see it done. Linda turned and walked away.
Linda hurried around the bar and past the cash register into the
dressing room, closing and locking the door behind her. She sank
into the chair and stared at the mirror, tears, still in the
corners of her eyes. John had told her, when he had leaned over
and whispered in her ear, that she was "on" for this coming Friday and
Saturday Night..........the whole way "on"...........$200 per night
and had intimated that she'd earn every bit of it. It had hit her
like a ton of bricks, because suddenly, she'd had enough of the
'Private Show' scene if not, in fact, this goddamn dancing gig.
But she could not, for the life of her, think of any good way out
of her "deal" with John. She still didn't have her car and there
was no other way she'd get it back in time because the bank had
called this morning and told her she either paid by a week from
today, in full, or they would auction off her Firebird the next day,
Tuesday, a week from tomorrow.
Linda, got up and walked to the door, unlocked it and stepped out
and told John she was feeling kinda sick and wanted to skip a set
or two while she tried to take some asprin and laid down on the
couch in the dressing room. Did he mind? He smiled at her and
made some reference about long hours and hangovers two nights in
a row and said it was OK because they still had four dancers working.
She spun around and went back in the dressing room, locking the
door behind her. As she had been talking to John she'd looked
across the stage and her blue eyed bearded 'friend' was still
there. In fact, he'd smiled at her, ever so slightly.
She started to sit down in the dressing table chair but
hesitated, then bent down and reached into the bottom of her
travel bag and retrieved the little Kleenex Wrapped Package she'd
placed there so carefully early Saturday Morning before her
"Grand Entrance" at the first "Private Party" for John. She set
it on the table and then stripped her top and her pants off
quickly and sat down in the chair.
With shaking hands, she unwrapped the package and carefully
retrieved the four small and two larger solid gold rings,
inserting them, one at a time, carefully, in their intended and
rightful places in the nipples of her now stimulated breasts and
the lips of her now wet sex. That done, she got back up, put her
outfit back on and went over and laid down on the long
comfortable couch on the opposite wall.
As she closed her eyes, she thought about her waiting, "stood up",
blue eyed, bearded VERY SPECIAL (she hoped, God how she hoped and prayed
he was THAT kind of VERY SPECIAL) friend outside at the bar and
she silently urged him to stay...........as if he could read her mind.
And then her mind drifted back to another blue eyed, bearded
special male.............her first MASTER.............back in the
black walled room with the mirrored ceiling and the white padded floor
and her "reality of the rings" (turned present day fantasy returned) as
she once more saw the huge erect organ of the large well built
blue eyed, bearded user and piercer of her twenty year old body
approaching her pulsating vaginal mouth and split sex as her body
screamed in the hot water mist and spray bath that renewed her
whip streaked body's pain and her mouth begged and pleaded for
him to..........."FUCK ME, MASTER!"..............."HURT ME, MASTER?"
"PLEASE HURRY....................PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!!!"
And he had............as he obliged her pleadings and beggings
by grasping her just recently ringed nipples and squeezing them
between his fingers as he twisted them outward and lifted upward
on them while slamming his rigid member into her so deep and so
hard that her hands momentarily went slack above her and her feet
and pointed toes screamed with pain in their wet leather, tightly
bound laced up restraining covers..............and the huge stainless
steel ring creaked with the strain.
And as he pounded into her and almost lifted her by her tortured
nipples, she had once more screamed to an orgasmic extravaganza
of pain and pleasure in her mist covered realm of leather, steel
and male domination..............and then slipped slowly into
unconscious, mindless, oblivion, once more.
Her mind sped back eagerly to grasp and recall the EXACT sequence
of events that followed...............and as it locked onto the
'vision' she saw herself hanging upside down in the overhead
mirror, her head unrestrained and raised up onto her chest
looking upward at her spread legs and her leather covered feet
with toes pointing up into the ring and mirror. She could feel her
arms along her sides and her hands, still encased in their ever
present leather mittens, resting along the outside of her legs.
She attempted to move them, one at a time, and found that they
were somehow restrained there, forcing her arms and her extended
hands to point straight upwards toward the mirrored ceiling tight
along the sides of her body. She curled upward, bending and straining her
stomach muscles, and saw two huge leather straps, one around
each of her legs, buckled tightly there by three small leather belt
and buckle sets on each, just above the knee. To each wide leather
strap, one of her mittened hands was extended and it's tip strap
inserted in buckle mounted on the outside of the strap on her
outer leg. She let herself back down and hung there, gazing
around the room. Her eyes caught the black wall and it's door and
then her head and eyes swung to the right and beheld the bare feet
and leather pants of her MASTER. As Linda stared upward at him,
she saw that he had a short stainless steel chain in his hand with
snap clips of some kind at either end.
As she watched, he stepped into her terrazo "pit" and attached
the chain to her huge stainless steel "mounting ring". She had
bent her head backward and arched her straining back to look
straight down at his hands as they attached one of the chain's
"clips" to one of her "mounting ring's" welded D-Rings directly below
her eyes and her head. One of his hands reached the short
distance up to her face and then under it to the tipped back top of
her head and thrust itself through the ring/hair/strap affair on
top of her head and swiftly pulled her face back forward with her
head mounted ring assembly and she heard another "click-snap" of the
remaining chain mounted retaining clip. Linda tried to raise her
head, as before, and found it was anchored downward by the chain
and its clips, refusing her any further bending of her neck,
foward or back, or raising of her head, but allowing her to turn
her head, which she had done, as she watched the bare feet and
leather pants step out of the pit and walk around her toward the
black vinyl covered "equipment wall". As the feet retreated, she
heard the ominous "Click" of her "mounting ring" and felt her
feet begin to lower toward the "equipment" wall and the floor while
her head began to rise toward the door end of the room and the ceiling.
As motion continued, the reality of that motion and especially
its ultimate 'destination' and position for her now "differently" bound form
started to penetrate her pain wracked, aching body and her numbed
mind. And as the hair on her head began to tighten across her
scalp, she started to scream............."OH, GOD NO!!!.......NO!NO!NO!
PLEASE!!!!......PLEASE MASTER!!!!..........LET ME BACK DOWN!!!!"
and in an almost subdued, child like whimper............"pppllleeeaaassseee
..................don't do........THAT........to me?......PLEASE????"
But the ring kept rotating as she passed through a horizontal
position, suspended by her feet and her hair encircled ring
attached firmly by its chain to her "mounting ring" and then on
upward and upward until......FINALLY.......she was hanging
vertically downward..............HELD THERE ONLY BY HER OWN.....HAIR!!!
The tension in her legs was gone and in it's place, her scalp screamed
in pain as her forehead was drawn upward and her eyebrows raised
up unnaturally. She stared outward at the far wall, searching for
her tormentor.............her MASTER...........but he was nowhere
in sight.
Then she felt a set of fingers on the bottom of her right foot as
they unbuckled the strap that restrained her right leg in its
spread eagled position and felt the strap come loose, as it was
unthreaded from her "mounting ring" and her foot pulled backward
and upward. She felt a wide leather belt come around her sweating belly,
and then be yanked tightly and then be firmly buckled in the small of her
back. Her right foot continued to rise upward as something was dropped
over it and slid down her upward pointing toes, down her foot and down her
lower leg to hang around her knee............and then the strap on the end
of her foot was pulled tight, forcing her heel against her tensed nether
cheek and the sound of a strap being buckled met her now "trained" ears.
She felt the strain on the wide tight leather strap at her middle and knew
he had strapped her foot, toes pointed upward, heel in her sore behind, to it.
The process was repeated with her left foot as she whimpered and
tried to comprehend how she would survive this new "position",
one she had never in her life either seen or heard of and now was
in the pain wracked throes of learning .........FIRST HAND, AS,......
....FOR THE FIRST TIME,.....HER BOUND BODY BEGAN TO ROTATE WITHOUT MOTION
FROM THE "MOUNTING RING"...............A BOUND BUNDLE OF SUSPENDED
AGONY.......IN A POSITION SO HELPLESS AND DEMEANING SHE WAS UTTERLY
SPEECHLESS AND TOTALLY AT A LOSS FOR..........ANY..........WORDS,
EVEN PLEADINGS AND BEGGINGS ESCAPED HER MIND-VOICE CONNECTION.
Linda rotated in a slow, precise, lazy circle; her arms extended
down the sides of her body, bound there by the wide belly strap
and the stretched out leather covered hands yanked down her strapped legs
and anchored there, with her pointed toes strapped to the middle of her back
and the "belly strap" and her heels planted in her behind.................
...............ROTATING ON THE END OF A SHINY STAINLESS STEEL CHAIN......
........ATTACHED TO HER STAINLESS STEEL "MOUNTING RING"......AND THE RING
ABOVE HER HEAD THAT WAS ENCIRLED WITH HER OWN, NOW TENSIONED, HAIR!!!
As she viewed the entire room slipping pasther, she saw her....MASTER.......
........advancing toward her from the wall with two long stainless steel
chains with clips on their ends.............like the one she watched him
attach to her hair ring earlier.........He stopped her rotating motion
by grasping something at her downward extended right knee and she heard
a "click-snap"...............and felt her doubled back right leg raised
sideways toward the "mounting ring",.......UNTIL IT WAS JUST BARELY SHORT
OF HORIZONTAL AND STRETCHED SIDEWAYS TO THE "LIMIT".........followed by another
"click-snap" and a tensioned pull of something in the hollow behind her knee.
Her doubled back left leg was similarly "Click-Snapped" at the knee and her
left leg rose upwards and sideways to.....again.....leave the valley of her
sex and site of most of her recent torments...............SPLIT WIDE AND
SPREAD OPEN AS IT HAD............NEVER..........N-E-V-E-R,...NOT EVER!....
....................BEEN SPREAD AND EXPOSED BEFORE!!!!!
Facing the wall full of as yet fully comprehended devices and
equipment, Linda saw her retreating...........MASTER,..........("and
oh, god he was every bit her..........MASTER.............NOW!.......
............", she thought).....................take down a short
handled whip with slim lashes hanging from the end of it. She
watched him dip it downward into a black bucket and raise it
upward where the lashes gleamed in the bright lights shining on
the wall, highlighting it..................."OIL!!!"..............her mind
screamed at her! And as he turned and walked toward her with the
dripping, short, black lashed demon grasped firmly in his right
hand at his side and stepped over into her "pit"...........her
personal pit of private hell......pain and pleasure mixed.....Linda
began to beg and to plead with every inflection, tone and level known
to her mind, failing vocal cords and tongue..............................
First low and whispered..............."no, mmmaaasssttteeerrr,
pppllleeeaaassseee, mmmaaasssttteeerrr............nnnooottt
ttthhhaaattt...................oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
,...................NO!...............PLEASE!..............
and then in a husky louder pleading, begging, breaking voice.......
.............ANYTHING, MASTER..........I"LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT.......
...............I'LL SUCK YOU............I'LL LICK YOU............
.........I'LL MAKE 'LOVE' TO YOU LIKE YOU'VE.........NEVER........
BEEN MADE LOVE TO..............BBBEEEFFFOOORRREEE!, PLEASE....NO!!!!"
The not yet familiar deep male voice responded to her entreaties
by saying, ever so lowly, so slowly and so plainly, in a deep
whispered voice............"You've already done all that for me,
my pretty, stretched, bound, helpless..............slave.........
....................now let us begin to.......understand.....each
other................as I teach you what the true meaning of the
words.............OBEDIENCE..........AND..........SUBMISSION......
REALLY ARE..................FOR YOU!!!"
And again, in a low whispered voice, he said..............."a truely
submissive sexually bound female slave must.........feel.......herself
being sexually used by her master...............must......FEEL.......
..............the hopelessness............the helplessness of her
'position'................and must,............ABOVE ALL............
...........FEEL HER EVERY SEXUAL PORE RESPOND UNREASONINGLY AND
SPONTANEOUSLY TO HER MASTER'S MERE VOICE..............it is not
enough to say the words.............nor to act out the the
responses with your 'voluntary' actions, MY PRETTY SLAVE.....YOU MUST
INVOLUNTARILY BECOME THE SEXUAL SUBMISSIVE THAT I....KNOW........
YOU.............ARE.................by responding in the only way
that a sexually submissive female slave can respond to her master
and 'creator'....................with.....total, continuous, sexual
stimulation.......AND.....total, continuous, sexual orgasm.........
.................TOTAL..........CONTINUOUS..............AND
COMPLETE...........VISIBLE...........SEXUAL.............RESPONSE!!!"
His left hand reached out, palm up, and cradled the, once AGAIN, ever
wettening seat of her sexual being...............pressing upward,
and rubbing from front to back..........as Linda felt her self
being helplessly manipulated and used in this simplest of ways.......
.........as she felt him fondling her continuously..........he raised
the handle of the still dripping whip........to her mouth........and
said........"LICK IT, MY PRETTY, OVERSEXED, HELPLESS..........SLAVE,
.............lick the shaft of your next lover...........the only
COMPLETE AND TOTAL LOVER YOU SHALL EVER...........HEREAFTER.....HAVE
TO SATISFY WITH YOUR OWN SIMULTANEOUS, COMPLETE, SEXUAL GRATIFICATION AND
CONTINUOUSLY, INVOLUNTARY ORGASMS...............UNTIL HE STOPS 'LOVING' YOU!"
"PAIN IS YOUR SEXUAL NEED, SLAVE..................INSTRUMENTS OF PAIN ARE
YOUR 'LOVERS'...............FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD AND....FOREVER!"
"AND THE MASTER?....'YOUR' MASTER?....HE IS THE CREATOR AND THE DELIVERER
OF YOUR 'LOVERS'...............TO......SATISFY.......YOUR EVERY SEXUAL
NEED, WANT AND DESIRE.....COMPLETELY AND CONTINUOUSLY...................!"
Linda stared into his eyes from within her suspended, helpless, totally
and obscenely sexually exposed and spread body, feeling the rising storm of
sexual need and answering sexual gratification...........through
eyes that were pulled upward by her stretched, tensioned scalp.....
...........with a mind that comprehended the words.......THE 'TRUE' MEANING
OF THE WORDS............for the very first time.
She extended her tongue and wetly and subserviently caressed....NOT LICKED....
...the handle of the dripping whip held before her mouth..........she
laved it with painstaking care and stared at it's full potent
length from the dripping lashes to the to the blunt bulbous end
of the handle.............she wanted to orally satisfy it in any
way she could............as best she could..........BECAUSE........
...............WHEN SHE STOPPED..........HER LOVER WOULD BEGIN
"LOVING" HER..............TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY.........AND HER
MIND COULD NOT YET "ACCEPT" THAT EVENTUALITY..............
And her 'lover"......retreated........to.....................BEGIN!!!!
Totally suspended in a tightly wrapped cocoon of helpless and yet obscenely
spread sexual exposure, naked and yet "wrapped", spread open hugely and widely
to meet her "lover", Linda began to feel the "fingers" of her "total and
complete lover" as she closed her eye lids as tight as she could.......
.....and her MASTER said.............."OPEN YOUR EYES............SLAVE......
........AND BEHOLD YOUR "LOVER".............WATCH YOUR LOVER!"
And she watched!............submissively....obediently.....in
a rising tide of sexual responses so acute and so complete that the
helplessly exposed position of her responding totally sexualized body became
totally and completely irrelevant.................as her mind locked
out all but the millions of sexual responses coming back to it
from every tensioned and expectant nerve ending in her pleasure
engulfed body..............as pain mixed with sex and came to her as
total and complete pleasure........................................
And her first REAL submissive, total, sexual orgasm began as she hung there
untouched by anything at all..............NO WHIP............NO HAND.....
NO MALE ORGAN.................NOTHING!!!
And Linda moaned her pleasure and began to entreat her lover with
her mind and her voice in low horse, throaty, abandoned whispers
of a lover rising to meet a partner in the throes of complete and
total sexual abandon....!
End of Part I - Chapter 6
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