LINDA'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE

Part 2 - Chapter 6

A NIGHT IN 'HELL', WITH LINDA, 'PLAYING' WITH MISTRESS MARLA
AND HER SLAVES


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When it was over and His climax had subsided, some MINUTES later, He slowly
pushed her away and back along the rigid shaft; ever so slowly and ever so
carefully to allow her to lick and clean Him slowly and carefully along His
entire length. As the tip exited from the mouth, a low voice, fully satisfied,
said........

"Thank you, Master........the last proud and only slave of THE LAST PROUD MASTER
OF THE RINGS......thanks HER MASTER....MASTER PAUL....for feeding her.........is
my Master 'pleasured' sufficiently or does he require His slave to attend to his
servicing some more?".........and the tongue resumed it's initial tracking back
and forth under the still VERY sensitive head and up through the slit on the tip
and then back, below. He stood there,  holding her hair and letting her lick and
tease Him outrageously and continuously for several more minutes, her eyes
closed, still, and her breath still panting as the pink tongue laved and loved
Him outrageously and continuously until he could stand it no more and retreated
from her range and let her head lower where he released her hair and stepped
backward still further.

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

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

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

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