              "Linda's Epic Adventures in Life"

                             by

                         MASTER PAUL

                     Part 2 - Chapter 4

   LINDA TENDS TO MASTER PAUL'S 'NEEDS' AS THE 'BUTTERFLY CAGE'
                           IS BUILT
            (and MISTRESS MARLA comes on the 'scene')

After the long, all day session with Master Paul in the Penthouse apartment,
Linda spent a lot of time just dreaming about him and about her next 'session'
with him (if, in fact, it ever 'happened', which she prayed and hoped it did).
She absolutely KNEW there would be a 'next session' if she had ANYTHING to say
about it and she set about making very sure that Master Paul understood,
PRECISELY how much she wanted a repeat.....no, not REPEAT......BETTER!.....
performance set up.

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

Laying there in bed, she also reflected on how blunt he'd been when she'd called
him at his office around five o'clock. Was he losing interest in her? Or was he,
perhaps, a bit fearful or maybe even 'sickened' by her 'performance' today? It
wouldn't be the first 'would be Master' who had gotten 'cold feet' after the
first real encounter with her and her strange tastes and extreme tolerances to
high levels of bondage, physical and sexual punish- ment and just plain pain.
She'd 'lost' a dozen or more such squeemish 'masters' whom, once she started
'training' them and familiarizing them in her REAL wants, needs and desires, had
backed away from her for good. Paul......MASTER PAUL......didn't seem like that
type to her, she reflected, while laying there in the bed that night.

Linda finished the 'letter', put a stamp on it, got up and put her robe on,
walked down the stairs, out the front door and down the street to the mail box
on the corner. The cool sidewalk felt good on her bare feet as she stood in
front of the mailbox under the street light and read the 6:25AM pickup time on
the box. She chuckled as she realized that if Paul was going to get this
'letter' today, the U.S. Postal Service's vaunted "in by 9 out by 5" boast would
be put to the test really well, today. Glancing down at her watch in the dim
light, she saw it was 3:22AM and, with a yawn, inserted the 'letter' and headed
back down the street, padding along in her bare feet, to the house to get some
much needed sleep. She was very stiff and not just a little sore from the hours
of 'love making' and 'special treatments' she'd gotten from and given to her new
found, she hoped, Master Paul.  That and the five hour dancing session had made
her vow that she'd never ever again try to 'get back to normal' so quickly after
a 'session' with MASTER PAUL.

When she got back to the bedroom, Johnny had come to bed from the front room
couch and started his 'twenty questions' routine with her. God damnit, that
pissed her off. He could stay out and play around all hours of the night (and
day) with whomever he wished and she was supposed to keep her big mouth shut and
not question him or bug him about it. Like tonight, for instance. She'd walked
in the door from work at 2:20AM and he was asleep on the couch with Gina,from
the lounge.....asleep, HELL!......he was sprawled over the top of her spread
legs (one foot on the floor and the other hooked up over the couch back) where
he had obviously 'died' after doing his usual thing, with a blanket only
partially covering his bare, hairy little ass. She'd left him to sleep it off
still 'in the saddle' and had gone to bed, mad as hell that he pulled such crap
with Tammara in the house. Johnny could do anything he wanted as far as she was
concerned, just so long as he didn't do it in front of her eight year old pride
and joy.  Tammara WAS NOT going to end up being a 'Linda'.....no way was she.
Not if Linda had anything to say about it, anyway!

As Johnny pressed her about 'her day' Linda got really mad at him and gave him
holy hell about nosing around in her life and the goddamn double standard 'you
fucking male egotists' maintain when it comes to what you can do as opposed to
what your socalled women are allowed to do. Linda effectively fended Johnny and
his questions off and settled in to her side of the bed, ignoring his continued
drunken bitching and protesting. Finally the booze and the nights 'play'
activities got the best of him and he fell off into a sound sleep, snooring up a
storm.

Linda lay there thinking back to Paul and the 'session, re- creating all the
events of the day in her mind. As she mentally walked herself back through this
first, learning and teaching, session with Paul....MASTER Paul.......she could
feel herself getting aroused.

"Damn", she thought, "I'd sure like to have Master Paul alone with me in that
'basement room' and 'slave palace' back in Parkersburg.....he'd have a ball with
me and I could really teach him about what 'makes Linda tick'.......LINDA THE
SLAVE!.......".  Linda kept thinking and dreaming of Paul....MASTER Paul.......
.....being the 'Master of the Rings' and of her being back in their clutches and
in HIS......until the thoughts made her hornier and hornier and she finally got
up and went in the bathroom to satisfy her 'problem' by fingering herself
vigorously while squeezing and pulling her nipple and its ring with her free
hand. She worked herself to a credible climax and 'sort of' orgasm and then went
back to bed and fell asleep.

Two and a half hours later, Linda pulled herself out of the bed, shut off the
alarm clock, and went downstairs to make breakfast and pack lunches for Johnny
and Tammara. She kicked the sleeping whore on the couch out the door and got her
two 'troops' off to work and to school. When she was sure they were both on
their way and long gone, she picked up the phone and dialed Paul's office.  The
receptionist answered the phone and she asked for Paul in the formal, business
"Mr." terminology. She was informed that he was out of the office for the day on
a project and wouldn't be back until late, if at all. Did she want to leave a
message? "No, I'll call back tommorrow", Linda had told her. The receptionist
informed her that he would be out of the state for two weeks, starting tomorrow,
and probably couldn't be reached in person tomorrow or for the next two weeks.
Was she sure she didn't want to leave a message?

"No, that's OK," Linda said, disappointment probably showing in the tone of her
voice and voice inflections, "I'll try in couple of weeks. It's really not THAT
important that I reach him, thank you." She hung up and sat there thinking that
she just HAD to see him sooner than two weeks from now. She wanted to find out,
for sure, if he'd 'accepted' her strange appetite for sexual and physical abuse
and bondage and her extreme need for sexual submission.

"Of course he has", she thought to herself. "Otherwise, why in the hell would he
have brought all that bondage and punishment equipment to the Penthouse
Apartment with him and 'done her thing' all yesterday if he hadn't?".

"Oh well", she thought, "I may as well get some more sleep. I have to work the
next three days and nights at the lounge from 4 to 7PM and 9PM to 2AM."

That afternoon, while Linda was up on the stage dancing the second number of her
three number set, around 5:30PM, she saw Paul.....Master Paul....come through
the door and head for the empty seat at his favorite end of the bar. Linda
turned on the 'moves' and started dancing like she had a reason for doing it,
instead of just 'playing at it' to tease the customers, the way she had been
doing, up until then. Paul seem to be ignoring her at first. Not looking at her
and not even acknowledging that she was there, dancing. Linda glanced straight
down at him and got no reponse. She picked up the pace and still....nothing. The
second song ended and the third began......"You Light Up My Life"......!  When
she started to move and the words started flowing from the speakers, Paul looked
up at her, in the mirror, and smiled.....a big, bold, kind-eyed smile that made
her warm all over. She turned away from him and, looking carefully back into the
mirror to see who was watching besides him ......(no one was....they were all
watching her gyrating butt....as usual!).........Linda looked back at her
MASTER's eyes in the mirror and ran her tongue around her lips twice, then
pulled it back into her mouth and finished the rest of her songs by placing her
hands in obvious.....(to her and her Master, ONLY!).......very brief 'psuedo
bondage positions', some with her feet and arms spread out wide imitating a
bound spreadeagled and splayed or exposed position......the "mounting ring"
position.  Linda even inserted the psuedo 'effects' or 'reactions' of being hit
with a cat or cane as she positioned herself spreadeagled and 'reacted' to the
phantom 'punishment' from a whistling, oily, masterfully wielded, multi-tailed
lover. Her Master just watched her eyes in the mirror, nodding his 'approval' to
each new 'position' and the effects of the phantom punishment. No one else in
the place really caught on to what was going on and certainly not why.

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

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

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

Paul turned around and looked at her downturned head and upturned eyes with a
stearn look on his face........and Linda slid further down into the chair,
lowered her eyes, rotated the chair toward him and spread her stocking legs out
wide on either side of his chair. She took her hands off the chair arms and slid
them behind her back and clasp them there.......and said in a low voice,
"is.......MY........MASTER.....in need of his....SLAVE.......  again, SIR?" with
the emphasis where it BELONGED, as she had learned long ago.

"Ummm, Hummmmmmmmm.........he has all kinds of needs,......
...SLAVE!", ......."and is the pretty, misbehaving, 'untamed'....
....SLAVE LINDA.....PREPARED....to saftisfy those needs?"......
.......or is she still thinking of only herself and her inconse-
quential needs.........?", came the low and demanding reply from
Paul.

Without hesitation, Linda replied in a low voice, eyes and head still lowered,
legs splayed out around his chair and hands clasp in the small of her back
behind her....."Ohhhhhhhhh...........
..........YYYYEEEESSSS............MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR......
.....she most DEFINITELY............IS!!!!", came the emphasized, low, slow and
drawn out reply from Linda,.....without hesitation.

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

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

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

"Indeed, I have a REAL surprise for you, beautiful BUTTERFLY.....  and one you
will TRUELY love with all your being....and, perhaps, FEAR, with part of that
being.......also.........is that what you wanted to hear, BUTERFLY?......does
that 'turn you on'?, he asked her ever so gentlely but ever so firmly.

"OOOOHHHH.....YYYYEEEESSSS,.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR......ummmmmm,
yyyyeeesss.............I LLLIIIKKKEEE surprises from my........
.......MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!, " Linda responded in a low throaty voice, staring
alternately at what his right hand was doing and then into his pale blue eyes
and literally melting into the high backed seat as her hormones flowed wildly
and she got wetter and wetter with each tensioning of that cloth strip being
dragged back and forth over her splayed and spread nether lips.

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

Looking over his shoulder at her trying to 'get herself together',  Paul asked
her quite matter of factly, "Would you like a nice cool drink, Linda?.......to
slack your thirst and cool you down a little bit?..........BUTTERFLIES DON'T
'FLY' IN BARS,....YOU KNOW?"

Linda took a few seconds to come around to a normal response mode and then said
quietly...."yes, PLEASE,.....SIR.....a J&B on the rocks with a twist will do
fine,....PLEASE.....",and very quietly and subdued.....,
".....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, SSSSSSIIIIIIRRRRRR?" as more of a question than an
answer.

He ordered two J&B's on the rocks and when they came he and Linda sat quietly, a
little ways apart, facing the bar, and talked normally for about fifteeen or
twenty minutes,......his necessary 'reinforcing' completed and the Master/Slave
relationship satisfied for the moment, at least. Linda asked him to stick around
until her shift was over at Seven O'clock. Paul said he had a better idea and
would come back to meet her for a quick dinner in between shifts. He asked her
if she'd like to eat at the Chinese Kitchen about two and a half or three miles
away.  Did she want to meet him there?

Linda told him she didn't have the car....Johnny had it out whoring around
again.......she'd had to ride in to the Lounge with Tina, one of the other
dancers......and that she was going to have to ride back home with her later
tonight when she got off work. Paul told Linda he'd meet her out front of the
Lounge at a little after Seven.......say Seven-Ten? She said that was fine and
they sat there and talked about 'little things' for another fifteen or twenty
minutes until Linda had to get up and play her next set of three songs. As they
talked they had stared into each others eyes lovingly and gentlely, each
savoring the presence of the other as if there was no tomorrow. The words didn't
much count.....it was the proximity and the 'looks' that mattered...  and they
both knew it.....WELL!

When Linda got up, she stepped toward Paul and leaned over so her mouth was an
inch or so from his ear and said.......These three are for you, Paul.....MY
MASTER PAUL...........THE 'BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR'............these are JUST FOR
YYYOOOUUU, MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!" and then turned an walked away toward the juke
box.

And....INDEED......they WERE!!!

..........along with all the 'hidden' gestures, motions and
positions........which Linda weaved into her dancing for her
Paul.........her MASTER Paul..........in a most imperceptible
way........through those three very 'special' numbers..........
.......her eyes continually locked on his when she was facing the
mirror..................... When she finished she got down and
started to walk around the huge U-shaped bar toward him.........
..............but he was GONE!

At 7:10PM, on the button, Linda came out of the front door of the Lounge in her
halter top, shorts and sandals with her large brown purse slung over her
shoulder and headed for the far back row of the parking lot and the big idling
Lincoln Town Car sitting there with its blue eyed, bearded driver slid down in
the driver's seat, head back against the head rest, eyes closed.............

Linda opened the door and slid in onto the front seat, setting her purse on the
floor in the middle of the car, and shut the door quietly. Paul didn't move.

Linda swung around to face him and pulled her legs up on the broad seat under
her and let them spread out as wide as the seat would allow. Settling back down
on the seat, her behind now lowered to the seat surface beteen her spread legs,
she lowered her head in the now familiar 'humble' position and gazed upward at
Paul.....Master Paul.....and said........................

"...........ummmmmmmm, I think my MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR may
need something besides 'food' to satisfy his...............
...........HHHUUUNNNGGGEEERRRSSSS.............doesn't he.......
.................MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR????"

Paul raised his head up off the head rest and turned toward her.  Looking
sternly into her downcast eyes, he put the big car in gear and eased it out of
the parking space and out through the lot toward the street. As the car turned
onto the side street that led back to the parking lot and lounge, Linda slid
forward on the seat until her knees were against his leg, keeping her head down
and her eyes humbly focused on her Master in the process........

She reached down with her right hand and slid the zipper on his slacks all the
way down, carefully and skillfully unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top of his
slacks and peeled them back to either side of his hips and then pushed his
shorts down his hairy lower stomach and reached under them and gentlely
retrieved his growing shaft, while tucking the top of the shorts beneath it and
the two loose sacks under it. Paul smiled, but said nothing whatever,
concentrating on the driving as best he could.

Linda lowered her eyes to concentrate on the object of her hand's
attentions.........as she circled the base of the growing member with her thumb
and forefinger and applied gentle and then firmer pressure and then  began to
stroke him in short half inch to one inch slow motions. As the car sped down the
side street with its 'preoccuppied' driver, Linda slowly lowered her head until
her lips were a fraction of an inch above the rising flesh and carefully and
gentlely inserted her tongue into the small split at the top of the head and
moved it back and forth.......then retracted the tongue and
sighed............"ummmmmmmm, ssssoooo GGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD"............followed
by a return of the darting tongue which this time rimmed the head and began
licking the underside and its 'channel' that lead to the split opening in the
head.................................

Paul took a deep breath and tried to concentrate his clouding eyes on the road
and the approaching stop light at the main thoroughfare leading to the Chinese
Kitchen a couple or three miles down the road.....but said nothing to
her....nothing at all. The pressure caused by the thumb and forefinger ringing
the base of his cock and the shorts pressing his balls up against the rising
shaft was driving him quickly upward into a sexual frenzy, not to mention the
'attentive' tongue that now swept over the shaft with skillfull and deliberate
teasing.............and the hot breath of the perpetrator of all this
'attention' blowing ever more strongly on the increasingly wet
shaft............

As the car came to a halt at the traffic light turning red, the laving tongue
retreated, wetting the lips positioned just a fraction of an inch above
him...............and then slowly the brown haired head sank downward and the
now rigid shaft slid gently through the gripping lips until it was totally
contained within the attentive mouth with it's constantly laving and swishing
tongue and the grasping, gulping throat that now had a firm lock on the
sensitive head..............................
.............and Paul realized that somehow Linda had gotten her teeth out of
the way and was smooth lipping and gumming the base of his cock just above the
ringing thumb and finger............
...........Linda, moaned deep in her throat and increased the attention she was
giving the 'best part' of her Master.......  and began slowly and then more
quickly to raise up and lower back down onto him, increasing both the length and
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The thirty second light changed but the big car stood still....  an angry horn
sounded from behind, causing the 'distracted' Paul to release the brakes and hit
the accelerator.......as the car advanced into the
intersection.................

When the traffic coming through had cleared, the horn sounded from behind again
and Paul swung the car into the east bound curb lane of the main
thoroughfare..............while the 'busy' Linda took note of none of it all and
continued to increase the pressures and the frequencies of the now wild
'strokes' being administered to Paul's expanded and stiff shaft............the
moans and the snorting intakes of breath between insertions and releases of the
head in her throat increased continually as she began skillfully to draw his
seed upward from the trapped, squeezed
sacks............................................

At the next stoplight about a mile or so down the road, the car slid to a
screeching halt.............and the 'attentions' in Paul's 'lap' increased ten
fold as Linda brought him screaming to a full climax before the light had
changed.

Paul moaned loudly and gasped as his sperm rose up into Linda's rising mouth and
the gripping lips.....................and Linda stopped her upward motion with
her lips locked around the underside of the swollen, spurting
head............slashing the expert tongue back and forth across the spitting,
open slit and pushing the fluid she was so skillfully 'milking' from him off
into her cheeks to wait for her later attentions.............

When the light changed, Paul was coming back down from his 'trip' and managed to
get the car underway and headed down the road reasonably
straight................while the ministering Linda continued to 'catch' and
'store' the milky, tangy fluids in her mouth.

Paul took his hand off the back of the seat and lowered it to the top of Linda's
sandy brown head and gentlely stroked her hair as the collecting tongue and
trapping lips continued their task.

A half a mile further down the road, the lips loosened and the head rose upward
until he was again free of them............and then tilted sideways and lowered
slowly, allowing a darting tongue to bath and clean the reddened shaft from top
to bottom as a pair of eyes with a curious, loving look stared up into Pauls.

He alternated between watching the road and watching the loving eyes stare up at
him as the tongue continued its chosen 'cleaning' task. When she was finished,
Linda raised her head up and carefully released the still rigid shaft and began
gentlely returning it to it's 'resting place', carefully inserting her fingers
in the waistband of his shorts and freeing the now tight and compact twin fleshy
globes and sliding them gentlely back into their 'place'.

She lifted outward on the shorts and brought them upward to their normal
position with the back of her hand while the palm slid smoothly along the length
of the shaft, and stopping, patted the head, which was now laying against Pauls
hairy lower belly, still erect and still VERY sensitive. He gave a slight jerk
and went through the throes of yet another post orgasmic ejaculation.....
which Linda took note of by scooping the milky fluid up with her fingers and
then raising them to her lips and licking and sucking them clean, not ever
blinking her eyes or their gazing stare off of his eyes..............

Once cleaned, the fingers returned to pull the flaps of his slacks back
together, pull up the zippper, button the button at the top and reinsert the
belt loop in the buckle and tighten it and lock it to the position where it had
been and belonged.

All that skillfully and completely done and accomplished, she raised the still
wet hand and stroked the beard on the left side of his face as she began to tilt
her head backward, inches from and to the right and in front of
him.............  where the lips parted and the tongue emerged covered with his
seed and rolled slowly back and forth, savoring its coating..............and
then retreated as the head tilted further back, eyes still on his, and the
throat muscles began to devour the tangy product of her efforts.

As the careful and sexily articulated swallowing process pro- ceeded Linda let
out a soft............."ummmmmm, my Master's cum tastes so
good......................so very very GGGOOOOOODDDD!"

Paul gazed at this self styled SLAVE through clouded eyes and said, ....."my
God, woman, I could have wrecked the car!....What would people have said finding
us locked together that way smashed into another car or a telephone pole?"

The quiet reply from the lowered head, his hand still resting on top of it,
downcast eyes, servile and humble, came lowly an slowly out of the still sticky
wet lips.........................

"MY MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR handled his 'duties' and his......
........OBEDIENT SERVANT AND SSSSLLLLAAAAVVVVEEEE handled hers,
........MASTER!.............now one of my Master's 'hungers' is
satisfied and his Slave has had her favorite 'appetizer' before
dinner!"

Paul looked into the pitifully loving and admiring eyes and smiled, emitting a
long surpressed chuckle as he did. "Yes, Linda.............you
ARE.............DIFFERENT! Very, very diferent." She tilted her head back
upright and turned it sideways toward his extended arm where she kissed the
hairy forearm and licked it lovingly for a few seconds and then turned back to
say........

"I've wanted to do that to you since the first time I saw you, Paul........my
Master Paul! You do taste good and you're such a complete joy to love and attend
to......................you really are! Is that the first time anyone's ever
gotten you off while you drove down the road,..........MASTER?"

"Ummmm, Hummmmmmmm.......... the VERY FIRST TIME,....lovely Slave!"

The drive into the restaurant parking lot approached on the right. Lowering his
other hand to the wheel from the top of Linda's head, Paul turned in, sped to
the back of the parking lot and parked the  car. Once the ignition was off, he
turned toward Linda and looked at her..............

Linda had slid back across the seat and was again perched in the spread legged,
behind on the seat, head lowered and eyes downcast position. Quite the humble
slave, once again, spread open and awaiting her master's orders...............OR
ATTENTIONS........  as he might choose. The position she now occuppied became a
'normal' 'resting position' during all of the times they played together from
then on. When she was on a floor or a bed, she could manage to keep her knees
and legs far far apart, spreading herself open and ready for him in the
process.........she did it with ease, with skill and in a way that invited his
attentions.  AND,.......she always put her hands and arms behind her back,
locked hand gripping forearm to hand gripping forearm......  without ever EVER
being told to do it. From that day forward, it was just something she did
automatically when they were alone...  any place.

Paul looked around outside the car and, seeing no one in sight, reached over and
pulled the halter top upward above her breasts exposing the pert orbs and their
ringed nipples. He teased the pointed ringed objects with his finger tips, with
both hands and circled them carefully and gentlely.  Continuing to play with her
this way, he raised one hand to her downturned mouth and inserted his index
finger between her lips where the still sticky tongue laved it and carressed it
carefully and dutifully, her eyes still downcast and not daring, now, to look up
at his.  As Linda stared downward at his fingers playing with her, she saw them
withdraw and the hand turn backward a few inches from her teased breast. She
gave a quick snorting intake of breath just as the finger tips shot toward her
stationary breast and nipple.....  but never flinched when they
connected..........just moaned and sucked and laved harder on the finger in her
mouth.

The hand punished both breasts and their nipples mercilessly for a full thirty
seconds or so while she watched through glazing, glassey eyes. Then they stopped
and the finger withdrew from her suctioning mouth.

"THANK YOU, MASTER." was the only thing that came from Linda's mouth.

A forefinger and thumb approached each nipple, raised the rings to horizontal
and grasped each nipple from the top and bottom, as a moaning and humming sound
rose in Linda's throat.  As they tightened down on each nipple, the sound rose
in pitch and a hisssssing "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................." could be heard
from the downward pointed mouth and head.  Paul held her tightly that way for
another thirty or forty seconds and then released his grip...........which
brought a hissing....  ".............uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........." from
her lips.

"One of these days, Slave, I'm going to put that ring back in your nose and wire
those nipples of yours back up the way they belong", Paul said to her softly.

"YES, MASTER," came the reply and nothing else.

"And one of these days I'm going hang you up and punish you until you beg me to
stop.......absolutely BEG me to quit.....SLAVE!", Paul told her in a more firm
voice this time.

"YYYYEEEESSSS, MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR!" came the obedient reply.

While Paul was doing all this he was watching her spread crotch where the shorts
were becoming darker and darker from the increasing flow of 'juices' brought on
by his attentions.  He reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts
and then thrust his hand down her lower belly, palm inward and began playing
with her wet lips and their wetter 'contents' and fingering her four 'cunt
rings'................slowly bringing her breath to a fever pitch and causing
her to emit passion filled moans and sighs. When he had gotten her to a frenzy
of sound and breathing he again grasped the nipple with his free hand and
squeezed it tightly...........and then turned his hand slightly to add a
torturing, twisting motion to the already horrendous punishment he was
inflicting.....................

Linda let out and "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS
MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTTEEEEEETRRRRRR............" groaning moaning scream and
shuddered to a climax as he thrust his fingers deep inside her.

As the orgasm died away, he let go of her nipple and removed his wet hand from
her shorts. As the hand rose, Linda lowered her head and licked his fingers
clean of herself...........laving and tonguing every last drop from his fingers
and hand.

As he withdrew the now clean but wet hand, she said only one thing:

"THANK YOU,..................MASTER."

He raised her bowed head up with his hand and kissed her full on the lips after
which he said,..."you're MOST WELCOME.....SLAVE!" And then pulled her halter top
back down and zipped up and buttoned her shorts for her. Linda remained,
kneeling and spread with her arms clasp behind her the whole time.

Paul reached into her purse, extracted her full dentures, tilted her head back
and as Linda opened her mouth, he carefully inserted them. She positioned them
with her tongue and again lowered her head.

"Linda, I'm building you a 'BUTTERFLY CAGE'............a very SPECIAL CAGE with
all sorts of terrifying and new equipment to teach you how to
BEHAVE...................for this, your THIRD, and I hope,
LAST..............MASTER", Paul told her matter of factly.

"YESSSSSSS, MASTER", came the only reply.

"Tommorrow, at One O'Clock I'll take you out to get measured and 'fitted' a
'friend's' saddle and leather shop for some SPECIAL EQUIPMENT I have in mind for
you, SLAVE."

"YESSSSS, MASTER", came the answer, again.

"Will you be ready for me to pick you up at One tomorrow after- noon?"

"Yes, Master".

That out of the way, Paul tilted her head back with a hand on her chin and
kissed her wetly and longly on the lips, inserting his tongue in her mouth and
having it greeted by its eager counter- part on the other end. Paul withdrew,
finally, and reaching around Linda, he lowered her clasped arms and pulled her
hands in front of her where he gentlely raised them palm up and kissed each
palm, licking it gentlely as he did and then set them on the seat between her
legs.

"Now, Linda, my love......the LOVE OF MY LIFE..........let's go eat chinese
food, shall we?"

"Yes, SIR!........your slave has worked up QUITE AN APPETITE after her SPECIAL
APPETIZER a while ago", she said with a silly smirk on her face.

"I'll bet SHE HAS", Paul replied.

During dinner, Linda told him that her friend Marla was coming by the lounge
tonight and wanted to meet him, if he didn't mind.  Paul querried her about
Marla but all he got was that Marla was 'special' to her just as Paul
was.....only different....and that Paul would 'enjoy' meeting Marla, she was
sure.

When they got back to the car and started toward the lounge at about 8:30PM,
Linda slid over on the seat next to him as he drove out of the parking lot. She
leaned over and put her mouth next to his ear and whispered.............."I LOVE
YOU, MASTER.....I really and truly do..........and I want you to be my PERMANENT
Master........to learn me....to teach me.........to take me and enjoy me..... to
punish me when I'm BBBAAAADDDD...............and make me do what you want me to
do.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!.......  does my Master understand what his Slave is
saying?"

Paul merely nodded and she licked his ear as she placed her hand gentlely
between his spread legs...............then carefully wet his ear with her tongue
and blew in it gentlely before saying...

".......and I can make you sssssooooo hhhhhaaaaappppppppppyyyyy,
MASTER..............so very very happy."

Paul sighed and said......"Not AGAIN, you she devil of a slave witch!  You'll
wreck the car and get us both killed!"

She continued to lave his ear with her tongue; darting it in and out and
breathing on the wet surface as she slowly stroked his manhood through his pants
causing what Paul had thought was a spent cock to begin rising once more to the
careful attentions being lavished on it. The thing had a 'mind of its own' when
Linda started attending to it...........one that she very obviously controlled
when Paul let her......and he was not in a mood to stop her just now.

"Come on, Linda, you sex crazy bitch slave..........you ARE going to get us both
killed if you keep that up", Paul told her.

"Then may your slave make a slight 'suggestion' and suggest that you find a
place to pull off the road for a while.........since she still has about twenty
minutes to serve him................  if my MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, desires
'service'........SIR?....  to satisfy what seems to be his....ENDLESS HUNGER!!!"
she said softly into his wettened ear.

Paul glanced around and saw a row of darkened buildings off on the right, then
quickly turned off the thoroughfare onto the service road in front of them and
slid the big car in behind them up next to a vacant loading dock and hidden from
prying eyes.

As soon as the car came to a stop and Paul had turn off the ignition, Linda
said, "Please slide over in the passenger's seat...  Master......SIR!" Paul
started to slide over as Linda unzipped her shorts, slid them down her legs onto
the floor, and then turned around, knelt down on the floor facing the seat and
hiked Paul's right leg over her head and down on the seat so she was between his
spread legs, kneeling on the floor of the car, facing him. She carefully
unzipped, unbottoned and unbuckled his slacks, once more, except this time, she
slid the slacks and his shorts down his legs, over his knees and down to the
floor where they stayed around his ankles.

Linda quietly pushed him back and reclined the seat, and then in the broad but
dying daylight, made careful and thorough love to him on the front seat of the
car..........leaving nothing out as she went about her slave maiden's
subservient duties of 'servi- cing' him one more time.

In the end, after licking, sucking and laving him to another raging hardon,
while pleading with him that she was 'just doing her full duty as his slave and
handmaiden' to avoid being 'punished' as an unattentive slave, Linda had slid up
on the seat facing him, swung her bent leg over his lap, and slowly lowered
herself down onto his standing, swollen shaft until she had it buried full
length inside of her and was staring into his smokey eyes from inches
away.....................leaning over him.

Linda kissed the end of his nose and then snuggled in tight to him and ran her
tongue up and down his neck, finishing by trading a long, tongue involved kiss
on his lips and then drew back a ways and raised up slowly until the head of his
shaft was gripped in the mouth of her talented 'pussy'..............while moving
her arms to the horizontal, behind the back, 'slave position' she had assumed on
the seat next to him earlier.

She lowered her head and cast her eyes downward as she began a slow descent down
the length of his throbbing member with the tight sheath and its convulsive but
controlled contractions and relaxations. In the 'slave position', this time
straddling her MASTER in the slave's spread legged position, arms locked
horzontal behind her and with her MASTER's shaft buried deep up inside her for
her slave's careful sheathing and attentions, she 'serviced' him.

As Linda worked in her humbled, bowed position to slowly and methodically sheath
and unsheath his member in it's spread open and survile 'scabbard', offered
without word or comment by the 'servicing' slave, Paul reached behind her and
locked her arms together with a large hand as he whipped the halter top up off
her heaving breasts and began punishing the ringed nipples in earnest.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH........................." came the hisssing moan
from the downturned face as he jammed her arms upward to lift her up on the
shaft and then dropped her to plunge back down...............and, with the other
hand dealing fearful punishment to the exposed nipples at the same
time..............

......AND.....AGAIN....THEY 'FLEW'.......TOGETHER.......Linda to the combined
sex and pain orgasm and Paul to levels of pleasure and a climax he had never
known before............especially on the front seat of his own car (or anyone
else's, for that matter!), without the 'aid' of a single human hand and little
if any 'normal' motions of standard sexual intercourse.......except at the very
end when Linda felt him cumming inside her and rose up until he almost slipped
out of her........and then drove fiercely downward slamming into his
legs...........and repeated that process so that she quickly unsheathed and then
resheathed the spurting shaft with a tight gripping skill and the driving
'strokes' that took every ounce of Paul's 'need' from him and left him
thoroughly spent. He had ceased to punish Linda's reddened breasts and nipples
when she had let out a wild panting scream and shuddered to her orgasm almost
simmultaneously with his.

When he got his breath back, Paul reached up and yanked Linda's head backward
with a firm grip in her sandy brown hair and stared into her eyes lovingly and
said stearnly........."my little slave bitch, you are in for a real 'session' in
the very near future...  one you will never, ever forget and always
remember......no matter where you go or what you do.............SOON, SLAVE....
S-O-O-N........your every pore in and every hair on your body and your every
move will be mine to do with as....I......WANT...  AND PLEASE......to punish
unmercifully and ruthlessly......and to extract the utmost of
obedience............DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING TO YOU..........BITCH
SLAVE?"

"YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS.............MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEEERR RRRR!" came the
reply as those words and those words alone brought the still 'mounted' Linda to
another shuddering mini- orgasm.  Paul watched her 'spend' herself as she stared
downward into his eyes and shivered in satisfaction and fearful anticipation of
the promised events to come.

After a couple of minutes of staring at each other, still sexually joined, Linda
raised up off Paul's still stiff shaft and slide back down on the floor on her
knees, where she again leaned forward and cleaned his glistening cock with her
tongue until it was devoid of the sticky fluids, and again, with an obscene look
on her face, exhibited the mouth full of cum and made a another great production
of swallowing it.

Linda restored Paul's clothing carefully and lovingly and lifted his right leg
back over her head. Paul slid into the drivers seat behind the wheel and started
the car as Linda pulled herself up onto the passenger seat, turned facing him
and knelt down on the seat in the spread kneed, ass cheeks on the seat, arms
clasped behind her back and head bowed position. Her halter was still up off her
breasts and her shorts were still on the floor as Paul drove out from behind the
buildings and back to the Lounge.

When he had parked in the back row and turned off the engine, Linda took her
left hand from behind her back, eyes still downcast and head bowed, and with her
hand, grasped his right hand, and guided it to the middle of her spread legs and
began slowly and methodically to insert his fingers in her and dip out the
products of their love making from deep inside her..........  then raising the
hand to her lips, she cleaned it slowly and lovingly with her tongue and
returned the hand to get more. This process was repeated a half dozen times
until she was satisfied she had the job completed, after which, she returned his
hand to his lap.

In continued silence, Linda removed the other hand from behind her, pulled her
halter down, then turned around and put her shorts back on. She slid her feet
into her sandals, picked up her purse, opened the door and stepped out into the
parking lot.  Paul watched the door close and Linda walk across the parking lot
to the Lounge. It was 8:55PM.

Paul sat there for a long while, perhaps 15 or 20 minutes, smoked a cigarette
and relaxed while he contemplated the past almost two hours of 'unusual'
occurrences with Linda....Slave Linda.....and then decided he'd go in the lounge
and have a few drinks to relax further and contemplate further his new 'slave
acquisition' in person.........and see what her 'coming down' reactions were. He
was curious beyond belief about her moods, modes and personal- ities that she
seemed to turn off and on at will.

When he entered the Lounge, the bar seats were all full, includ- ing his
favorite end seat, so he walked to the rear of the Lounge and took a seat in the
last booth on the wall opposite the bar and dance stage, next to the hallway to
the back door and the restrooms.  The juke box was on the other side of the
hallway.  His booth and it bracketed the hallway on either side. He sat down in
the booth seat up against the back wall and slid into the corner so he could see
the whole place from that far, back, corner seat. It was then that he noticed a
little short guy with a beard sitting in his 'usual' seat at the bar, talking to
what looked like a bunch of construction workers sitting in a row next to him.

About that time, B.J. stepped up to the booth and asked him what he wanted. "A
J&B on the rocks, please", he replied.

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

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

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

"And you're kinda nosey....aren't cha, B.J.?", he replied.

"Soooo, you know my name, do ya? Know how I got it,......BIG
BOY?...PAUL..........seeeee.......I know your name too!", she shot back.

"I've heard how you got it,......but seeing and feeling beats 'hearing',B.J., my
love!"

She shrugged and started to walk away, but turned back......"by the way, Paul,
that's Linda's HUSBAND Johnny sitting over there in.....YOUR........SEAT....and
those are his carpenter buddies!"....  and THEN she walked away.

Paul eyeballed the little guy sitting in his 'normal' seat and as he did,he saw
a tall, very well formed woman with black hair and a dark complexion wearing a
black pair of slacks, black blouse and black leather jacket come through the
front door and walk all the way across the room to the dancers' dressing room
door in the other back corner of the Lounge opposite where Paul was sitting.
She opened the door to the dressing room and disappeared inside.
