                 LINDA'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE

by
Master Paul


                      Part I - Chapter 1

"The Meeting - No Words Required!"]}

It was Happy Hour and the customers were just beginning to filter in from their
daily routines to sit down and have a cold one and watch a little psuedo
pornographic "art", go-go and strip dancing, ala Linda style. The Happy Hour
shift started with B.J. doing her thing in her usual wanton and sexy way in the
bright orangish red bikini top and bottom.......whirling around the poles on the
raised stage, pole clasped firmly between her slim, white legs with a high on
the pole start and a slow twirling slide to the floor of the platform.

"Damn", Linda thought to herself. "That bitch has got to be gettin' it off with
that pole....I'd go nuts with that thing stuffed up against my pussy twirling
round like that and sliding down that god damn pole." "Phew!" "It's no wonder
they call her B.J.!" "That's probably all she can do after a night of THAT!"

The song ended on the juke box and another started. Linda remembered that that
was number three for B.J. and that she had to start pumping her dance songs into
the box pretty soon 'cause she was up next with her set of three. She walked
over to the Juke Box slowly in her see-through wrap, scanning the customers to
see who she'd focus her attentions on this time up. "Boy, she thought, these
guys look dead!" "This is goin' to be a damn tough shift!." "Almost as bad as
her hookin' days in Parkersburg at the 'Club' before Johnny came along and
knocked her up and then slipped her out of the place."

As Linda stood at the machine she thought back about Parkersburg and Chris, the
Club Boss, and his bitch, Hilda, who kept the girls in line. And, when they
didn't stay in line, set em up for a session with Chris in the special,
frightening room in the basement.

"God", she thought, "I'll never forget the first time I fucked up and that bitch
dragged me down there....NEVER!"

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, thinking back to that terrible
night when that big drunken son of bitch from the Shell Refinery over in Belpre
had snuck up behind her at the bar and about twisted her tits off. When she
stopped screaming at him and thought she had him calmed down some, he rammed his
hand into her crotch and shoved his index finger up her ass as his thumb went up
her pussy, panties and all, and started to literally lift her up off the stool
that way. Thinking quickly, she had grabbed a beer bottle and smashed the big
dumb bastard over the head, screaming her head off the whole time. Goddamn that
had hurt as he tried to close his index finger and thumb together while they
were driven deep in her ass and up her cunt with her pants wrapped around them.
When the beer bottle hit him, he dropped like a rock.

The next thing she knew, Hilda was all over her ass, twisting her arm behind her
back and slapping the shit out of her face.

Hilda shoved her arm up behind her back to her goddamn neck, bent her over
almost double at the waist and marched her out the back door toward the stairs
leading up to the "party rooms" and down to the basement. "Oh God, If I'd known
what was in that black vinyl covered room in the basement with the mirrored
ceiling and about all that 'equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have let the son
of a bitch shove his fuckin fist up my ass, never mind a little old finger and
some black panties", Linda thought.

The memories flowed back with increasing detail, igniting fear in her brain and
making her break out in a cold sweat (and starting the juices flowing in her
pussy, much to her dismay). She stood up against the wall and let her mind race
back to that night.

Hilda, instead of hustling her upstairs to chew her ass out and slap her around,
wheeled her past the stairs leading to the party rooms upstairs and hustled her
down the stairs and into a room she had never seen before, across from the foot
of the stairs, and had only heard fearful rumors about from the rest of the
whores in the place. They didn't talk about it much and didn't care to, or so it
seemed. She'd always wondered why. That night she found out...in spades!

Hilda stripped her house coat off her and ripped her top and panties off almost
in one motion with Linda still practically doubled over standing on her feet and
her arm shoved up behind her back, almost to the top of her head, now.

"You goddamn dumb whore!" screamed Hilda, "How many fucking times do I have to
tell you I handle the assholes and you don't ever, ever hit em with anything
unless they ask you to, UPSTAIRS!.... and then only after they've paid double
for the "B&D and S&M Scene" trick!" "I'm tired of this shit from you, Linda!"
"When I get through with you down here you are goddamn sure goin' to remember
that, you little Delaware whore.....and when Chris, "The Rammer", finishes with
you, after I get tired, you won't do shit unless you ask me or him first; bet on
it, bitch!"

About then Linda suddenly realized it was damn warm in that room.  And dim. It
seemed like it was a hundred and twenty degrees. As she looked around from her
upside down position she saw ringbolts in a cloth vinyl padded floor of pure
white mats with buttons holding the mat down in that upholstered look. But as
her eyes wandered back and forth she saw a lot more. There were two big rings,
one inside the other, one on a pivot up into the ceiling and down into the floor
and the other on pivots or shafts through the first one extending out sideways
either way midway between the floor and the ceiling. She couldn't see well with
her goddamn hair hanging down all over, but she saw that the inside ring had
little D-Rings welded to it all the way around it's circumference about a foot
or so apart (D-Rings were something she learned about later and would never ever
forget!). The two gimbaled rings (like the frames of those spinning gyroscopes
they use in airplanes, boat compasses and the like) were HUGE; they were at
least, if not more than, eight foot in diameter, very sturdy, just standing
there one inside the other in stark stainless steel majesty like some abstract
or modern art painting.

As her clothes were shredded from her she spotted another object off in the
corner sitting on the pure white matted floor. It looked like a chair of some
kind except that it had an outline like a human body and leather straps dangling
down from it everywhere Linda looked. The straps were riveted or bolted to the
sides of the human figure outline of the chair so that they ran between heavy
stainless steel rods that defined the out line of the human figure and they ran
on the under and back sides of the "chair" with the buckle ends and plain, holed
straps to insert in the buckles dangled down off the rivets or bolts on the
front of the back and legs of the "chair" and the top of the "seat" and "arms".

"What the shit is this place", she'd thought as she stared at the ominous
"chair" in front of her. "What the hell are they going to do with me?" Linda
didn't have to wait for long to get her answer!

Hilda quickly walked her, bent over double, to the "Chair" and slammed her into
the seat with her arm still crammed up to the top of her head. Hilda slammed
Linda's "free" arm down on the leather straps running across in between the two
stainless steel arm rods and quickly buckled one of the many straps over her
forearm and another over her upper arm. She jumped to the other side of the
gleaming stainless steel chair and did the same trick with her other arm. It was
then that Linda looked up and saw the mirrored ceiling and black walls - BLACK
VINYL PADDED WALLS! And back behind the gimbaled huge stainless steel rings
standing out in stark reality, she could vaguely see things hanging on the vinyl
wall.  LOT'S OF THEM.

She couldn't see em well, but they looked like straps and balls and hoods and
whips and all sorts of kinky shit.

About that time, she remembered, Hilda slammed her lower leg into one of the
"Chair's" legs in front and buckled it in tight. She repeated the process with
the other leg and then continued up to the seat where she buckled her thighs in
tight with 4" wide leather straps attached to the chair so that her thighs sat
on the bottom riveted part of the strap and they came up through her thighs,
right in front of her pubic hair covered crotch, and only fractions of an inch
away from it. When Hilda had buckled the thigh straps, her legs were an integral
part of the steel rods and leather straps that encased part of her legs. The
stainless steel rods on the insides of her legs ended right in front of her
pussy while the outside ones went up her outside upper leg(s) past her hip(s)
and on up her sides behind her upper arms and on up over her head and joined
together there. Next came a huge, wide strap (it must have been 8 or 10 inches
wide, at least) which was pulled across her flat stomach and navel and buckled
so tight it almost took her breath away (and, of course, it ran across her lower
back behind her, also).  Then came the straps across the upper and lower part of
her chest above her pert little tits, which by now were sweat covered with her
nipples sticking out like peaks on a mountain, and just about as hard as the
mountain's rocks.

She was about to say something to Hilda, she remembered now, when Hilda slammed
another leather strap across her mouth; but this one was different. It had a
ring in the middle of it and as Hilda pulled the hard stainless steel ring and
strap arrangement across in front of her mouth as if to buckle it on the other
side, Hilda punched the center of the wide tummy belt so hard Linda's mouth flew
open. In one swift motion Hilda pulled the strap/ring combination deep into
Linda's mouth so that the ring was completely behind her teeth, held there by
the straps cutting painfully and deeply into either side of her mouth and
jamming her mouth wide open with the ring just inside holding it that way. Linda
remembered she started to scream and protest and Hilda simply walked to the
other end of the room and got a ball with a leather strap through it, came back,
wrapped the strap around behind her head over the stainless steel rods that
bracketed either side of her head, spun the ball around so it was in her mouth,
walked behind and buckled it down tight.

Linda remembered vividly the ball being jammed into her mouth so it sat in the
stainless steel ring that held her mouth open wide.  Christ, she was scared! She
begged, she mumbled, she cried, but not a word came out; and meanwhile, Hilda
had gone ahead and wrapped a wide strap over her neck and buckled it and one
across her forehead and buckled it, TIGHT! It was then that Linda realized she
was being strapped into some goddamn kind of steel body frame chair with the
stainless steel rods running along the outside edges of her body, legs, arms,
and head, complete. Hilda went back over her arms and legs and torso and
connected MORE straps so that Linda had a leather strap over just about every
six to eight inches of her body and was about a quarter to a third covered with
tightly buckled down straps from head to foot. When Hilda was done, she stood
back and looked at her handiwork.

Hilda strolled slowly over to the far wall and came back with weird looking
glove like things, four of them with two buckles and laces about where the wrist
would be and a huge three inch strap sewn to the top or back of the hand portion
and a buckle sewn to the palm. She jammed them on Linda's hands and buckled each
of the two small straps after lacing up each "glove", (actually a mitten). The
process was repeated with Linda's feet, using form fitting, soft leather boots
made the same way, like the mittens; soft boots or something, Linda remembered.

Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward and ran them
over the stainless steel that looped around in front of Linda's feet and hands,
from one steel rod on one side to the other rod on the other side. Hilda pulled
each of the four straps tight and buckled them into the sewn buckles on Linda's
Palms and the bottom of her feet so that her hands and feet were stretched out
straight from her arms and her feet were pointed like a ballet dancer.

Then and only then did Hilda stop and relax. She looked down at Linda with pure
hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said:

      "Welcome to Hilda's 'SLAVE PALACE', Linda,...you bitch!"

"You are sitting in my masterpiece that I developed when I got tired of you
whores trying to kick the hell out of me when I was working you over and which I
also developed because it makes you totally helpless and completely at my
mercy." "But you ain't seen nothin yet my pretty!' "This little 'chair' you're
sittin in is much more than a chair"!  And with that said, Hilda tipped the
"chair" forward so that Linda was hanging from it, her stomach horizontal,
looking at the floor, her head horizontal, on her knees. She manuevered the
elbow part of what Linda had earlier thought were just armrests for her arms, on
each side, so that Linda's arms straightened out instead of being bent as they
were when she was strapped into this thing and and so her stretched hands and
finger tips pointed straight down at the floor and the hoops at the ends of the
the hands touched the pure white vinyl cushioned floor. Hilda walked around
behind and in a short while Linda's legs spread out so her knees were about two
foot apart.  Linda remembered she had heard something lock or snap as her knees
were spread and locked in that position. The next thing that happened to her was
her head being raised up and back as the frame along her neck was unlocked and
pivoted so that her head was pulled back and locked in position. Now she was on
her hands and knees with her head raised up looking forward toward the dimly
illumniated wall full of strange looking devices...that "kinky" stuff.

Linda stood by the Juke box shivering, thinking about being stark ass naked in
that black room with it's mirrored ceiling and white vinyl matted floor, tied
immobile - tied hell!......strapped into a goddamn human shaped frame that held
her like an "Iron Lady" of old but with one big difference. Her whole fuckin'
body had been exposed and her tits hung down between the chest straps. But the
thing that brought back memories of terror and fear and, at the same time, made
her juices flow down her vaginal walls, as it still did,
     .............NOW!......................,
was the way her pussy and asshole were sticking out as she was immobilized with
her arms and hands straight down, on her knees, lower legs and the tops of her
feet pulled back to the frame so her toes were pointed backwards along the
matted floor.

As she shivered and her juices flowed, leaning up against the wall in the little
Go-Go Lounge years later, she remembered vividly what Hilda had done next.

"Well, honey, you're mine now until I give you over to the "Rammer" and then
you'll find out why the bad girls named him that." "His name's really Chris, but
the 'Rammer' he definitely earned, as you will soon find out!" But you won't
ever again call him by that name or any other but MASTER, nor will you call me
by any other name but MISTRESS, in front of either of us." "What you call us
when we aren't around is your business, but after tonight and tomorrow and
tomorrow night and for as long as it takes, we're MISTRESS and MASTER to you or
you stay in that fucking training frame and in this room FOREVER, Bitch!"
"Understand?"

Linda remembered she couldn't answer Hilda, ...MISTRESS!...  because she
couldn't move a muscle and she was gagged with that big ring in her mouth and
the ball in the ring. She remembered that she blinked at Mistress several times
and Mistress nodded ever so slightly, and then slid her hand up under Linda's
hanging pert, pointed, small breasts and carressed them and ran her finger tips
over the nipples, making Linda shudder and the erotic feelings begin to flow
from her breasts down to her pussy which was already starting to get very very
wet, both from sweat and from her vaginal juices.

Mistress Hilda continued to carress her tits, Linda recalled, and as she did she
started telling Linda that this was the last night they'd ever look that way
again. That made no sense to her until Mistress Hilda explained that HER
Mistress and Master were going to "fix" her so she could be strung up by her
nipples in the future, ANY TIME THEY WISHED IT. Linda stood against the wall
next to the Juke Box and rubbed her arm over her breasts, feeling the little
gold rings under her bikini top where they ducked into and out of her nipples.
"That was years ago", she thought, "and I still have them there!" "God they feel
good", she thought, "but they didn't THEN." "I was scared shitless, sweating
like the whore that I was, after a twenty stud gang bang, down in that hot
basement room, dripping sexual juices through my sweat."

Linda's mind floated back to that night, again, and with her arm rubbing over
her golden ringed nipples, she once more drifted back to a recollection of what
Mistress Hilda had done next. Hilda went to the wall and came back with two
dildos about as big as Linda had ever seen before, (she'd seen much bigger
since!), and, with an almost gentleness, Mistress Hilda pushed one dildo into
Linda's dripping cunt, removed it and inserted it in Linda's upturned, doggy
fashion, ass and shoved the other dildo slowly up into her now flowing pussy,
(not really flowing because pussies don't flow,...Cocks do, pussies become
really well lubricated!). Linda felt Mistress turn something on and her Pussy
and Ass came alive as the twin vibrators started to work at low speed.  It felt
good, she remembered; the twin, artificial, vibrating male organs had been
stuffed in her nether holes to the hilt, barely sticking out; she had felt
that,.......really well!

She watched attentively as Hilda walked by her to the wall on the other side of
the gimbaled rings and took down a small whip of some kind with wicked looking,
short leather strands hanging from it.  Mistress Hilda walked up to her and held
the whip by it's handle so the strands hung down in front of Linda's eyes. "Ever
seen a 'Pussy Whip' Linda....."Slave Linda".....?", Mistress Hilda asked. The
answer was eye blinking again. It was the best she could do. Mistress Hilda
smiled and walked around behind Linda. The next thing Linda heard
....Slave Linda....  was a whirring sound followed by the tips of the
"Pussy Whip" striking her pussy, her asshole, her asscheeks and her
underbelly and thighs as it whipped around in it's vicious circle.

As Linda stood up against the wall next to the music machine, here years later,
she remembered how Mistress had continued to whip her pussy and asshole with
that thing as the two artificial cocks buzzed away in her vagina and ass canal
and the smell of sweat, pre-orgasm juices and pure raw leather and steel
permeated her nostrils.  She remembered that she started to sweat even more and
the water dripped off her as the whip swished round and round, catching the
folds over her clit as it went up toward her underbelly. And she remembered how,
despite everything she could do to prevent it, which physically was next to
nothing, she had slowly built to the biggest, pain wracked orgasm she'd ever had
as the frame she was bound to vibrated with her attempted contorsions from the
orgasm's crest. The whip never stopped, though, and in a few minutes she was
back up again, only this time it hurt like hell as she built up to it. The
second orgasm's peak gave brief exploding and intense pleasure followed by
severe pain and cramps all over her lower body and up into her insides,
themselves.  And each time the orgasm subsided, Mistress reached down and turned
up the speed another notch on one of the vibrators.

Standing here now, she couldn't remember how many times that had happened, but
she remembered the pleasure and the infernal pain that always came with it. It
went on for what seemed like hours and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. Pussy
whip, notch up on the vibrator(s), orgasm, pleasure, blinding pain, then start
over again and again and again.

As Linda stood there next to the Juke box, she thought about how after that
long, long session with Mistress and Master, she had never again been able to
have a "normal" orgasm in normal fucking unless someone pulled hard on her
nipple rings or whipped her pussy while she was trying to get off.....except for
one other way...when she had a big hard loving cock in her mouth, kneeling on
her knees with the guy standing in front of her with her hair wrapped in his
fingers and him pumping her mouth back and forth on his cock. That got to her,
too.  But after that night and the days and nights that followed, pleasure and
pain were to be forever wed for her and never to be seperated.

"Linda! You going to stand there day dreaming all day or are you going to play
your fuckin' songs, bitch?"@NEWPAGE

It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the U-Shaped bar was
empty. "Oh Shit," Linda thought. "Let's get our act together, woman.....NOW!"
She plugged the quarters in the machine, punched in her "numbers" and started
back behind the leg of the bar's "U" between it and the back wall and mounted
the stairs to the stage.  As she turned toward the mirrored back wall behind the
stage, which ran all across the wall, from it's floor to it's ceiling , she was
again reminded of those goddamn hellish, (but never to be forgotten, and
perhaps, even appreciated, if not loved and feared at the same time), days in
Parkersburg, West Virginia and her very first Mistress and very first Master,
and those first long nights and days in their "care" as they brought her to a
lifetime understanding of her formerly hidden sexually submissive underpinnings
and deep seated sexual cravings to be dominated by the right "MASTER", (and,
sometimes, but not often,....MISTRESS!)  "That fuckin' Johnny 'saved me from
myself and them', the son of a bitch," she thought. "But he never took the rings
out of me, did he?", she mused. Nobody ever would, for very long; not even
Linda....pretty, sexually submissive and subservient,...
....Slave Linda....for she had grown to love them as a part of her
sexy, if somewhat "different" body and mentality.

"I wonder if I'm going to find the right man tonight?" she thought.  And by
"right" she knew exactly what she meant....A MASTER....  who understood....Slave
Linda and her REAL NEEDS AND DESIRES...  some guy who could be tender and loving
and yet could put her through her "paces" and make her AGAIN feel what she had
felt that night and the nights and days that followed in Parkersburg.

She looked in the mirror on the wall as she started to gyrate her ass and move
her little tits back and forth, and out of the corner of her eyes, she could see
a tall, heavy set dude with a beard and mustache looking back at her in the
mirror. She turned her head away and went throught her routine all the way to
the end of the song and then stood there looking in the mirror at "him"....was
he a Master? Did he understand? He had kind eyes but he looked big, mean and
forceful......."We shall see, my kind eyed big brute of a friend".....she loved
big men and beards because her first Master in that basement room in Parkersburg
had been both huge and bearded........"we shall see....when I get through these
next two songs, what you are indeed made of and why"...."you may be the guy I've
been looking for ever since Parkersburg".

                       End of Part I - Chapter 1
