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Linda's Adventures in Life(s/m), Chapter 1, Part 1
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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 S&M Scene trick! I'm tired of this shit from you! When I get through
with you down here you are goddamn sure goin' to remember that, you little
Delaware whore.....and when Chris, 'The Rammer' finishes with you, after I get
tired, you won't do shit unless you ask me or him first; bet on it, bitch!"
About then Linda suddenly realized it was damn warm in that room. And dim. It
seemed like it was a hundred and twenty degrees. As she looked around from her
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 she looked. The straps were riveted or bolted
to the sides of the human figure outline of the chair so that they ran between
heavy stainless steel rods that defined the out line of the human figure and
they ran on the under and back sides of the "chair" and the buckle end and
loops to insert in the buckles dangled down off the rivets or bolts on the
front of the back and legs of the "chair" and the top of the "seat" and arms.
"what the shit is this place", she'd thought, and "what the hell are they going
to do with me?"
She didn't have to wait for long to get her answer, she remembered.
Hilda quickly walked her, bent double, over to the "Chair" and slammed her into
the seat with her arm still crammed up to the top of her head. She slammed her
other arm down on the leather straps running across in between the two
stainless steel arm rods and quickly buckled one of the many straps over her
forearm and another over her upper arm. She jumped to the other side of the
gleaming stainless steel chair and did the same trick with her other arm. It
was then that Linda looked up and saw the mirrored ceiling and black walls -
BLACK VINYL PADDED WALLS! And back behind the gimbaled huge stainless steel
rings standing out in stark reality, she could vaguely see things hanging on
the vinyl wall. LOT'S OF THEM. She couldn't see em well, but they looked like
straps and balls and hoods and whips and all sorts of kinky shit. About that
time, she remembered, Hilda slammed her lower leg into one of the "Chair's"
legs in front and buckled it in tight. She repeated the process with the other
leg and then continued up to the seat where she buckled her thighs in tight
with 4" wide leather straps attached to the chair so that her thighs sat on the
bottom riveted part of the strap and they came up through her thighs, right in
front of her pubic hair covered crotch, and only fractions of an inch away from
it. When Hilda had buckled the thigh straps, her legs were an integral part of
the steel rods and leather straps that encased part of her legs. The stainless
steel rods on the insides of her legs ended right in front of her pussy while
the outside ones went up her outside upper leg(s) past her hip(s) and on up her
sides behind her upper arms and on up over her head and joined together there.
Next came a huge, wide strap (it must have been 8 or 10 inches wide, at least)
which was pulled across her flat stomach and navel and buckled so tight it
almost took her breath away (and, of course, it ran across her lower back
behind her, also). Then came the straps across the upper and lower part of her
chest above her pert little tits, which by now were sweat covered with her
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, then walked
over to the far wall and came back with weird looking glove like things, four
of them with two buckles and laces about where the wrist would be and a huge
three inch strap sewn to the top or back of the hand portion and a buckle sewn
to the palm. She jammed them on Linda's hands and buckled each of the two
small straps after lacing up each "glove", (actually a mitten). The process
was repeated with Linda's feet, using form fitting, soft leather boots made the
same way, like the mittens; soft boots or something, Linda remembered.
Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward and ran them
over the stainless steel that looped around front of Linda's feet and hands in
from one steel rod on one side to the other rod on the other side. Hilda
pulled each of the four straps tight and buckled them into the sewn buckles on
Linda's Palms and the bottom of her feet so that her hands and were stretched
out straight from her arms and her feet pointed like a ballet dancer.
Then and only then did Hilda stop and relax. She looked down at Linda with
pure hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said "welcome to Hilda's 'Palace',
Linda, you bitch! You are sitting in my masterpiece that I developed when I
got tired of you whores trying to kick the hell out of me when I was working
you over and 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 she
tipped the "chair" forward so that Linda was hanging from it, her stomach
horizontal, looking at the floor, her head horizontal, on her knees. She
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 heard something
lock or snap as her knees were spread and locked in that position. The next
thing that happened to her was her head being raised up and back as the frame
along her neck was unlocked and pivoted so that her neck was pulled back and
locked in 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.
As she shivered and her juices flowed, leaning up against the wall in the
little Go-Go Lounge years later, she remembered vividly what Hilda did next.
"Well, honey, you're mine now until I give you over to the Rammer and then
you'll find out why the bad girls named him that. His name's really Chris, but
the 'Rammer' he definitely earned, as you will soon find out! But you won't
ever again call him by that name or any other but MASTER, nor will you call me
by any other name but MISTRESS, in front of either of us. What you call us
when we aren't around is your business, but after tonight and tomorrow and
tomorrow night and for as long as it takes, we're MISTRESS and MASTER to you or
you stay in that fucking training frame and in this room FOREVER, Bitch!
Understand?"
Linda remembered she couldn't answer Hilda, ...M I S T R E S S!... because she
couldn't move a muscle and she was gagged with that big ring in her mouth and
the ball in the ring. She 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 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 explained that Mistress and
Master were going to "fix" her so she could be strung up by her nipples in the
future, ANY TIME THEY WISHED IT. Linda stood against the wall next to the Juke
Box and rubbed her arm over her breasts, feeling the little gold rings under
her bikini top where they ducked into and out of her nipples. "That was years
ago", she thought, "and I still have them there! God they feel good", she
thought, "but they didn't THEN. I was scared shitless, sweating like the whore
that I was, after a twenty stud gang bang, down in that hot basement room,
dripping sexual juices through my sweat."
Linda's mind floated back to that night, again, and with her arm rubbing over
her golden ringed nipples, she once more drifted back to a recollection of what
Mistress had done next. Hilda went to the wall and came back with two dildos
about as big as Linda had ever seen before (she'd seen much bigger since!) and,
with an almost gentleness, Mistress shoved one in Linda's upturned, doggy
fashion, ass and one in her now flowing pussy (not really flowing because
pussies don't flow,...Cocks do, pussies don't..., but really well lubricated!).
Linda felt Mistress turn something on and her Pussy and Ass came alive as the
twin 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 walked up to her and held the
whip by it's handle so the strands hung down in front of Linda's eyes. "Ever
seen a 'Pussy Whip' Linda....."Slave Linda".....?" Mistress asked. The answer
was eye blinking again. It was the best she could do. Mistress smiled and
walked around behind. The next thing Linda heard ....Slave Linda.... was a
whirring sound followed by the tips of the "Pussy Whip" striking her pussy, her
asshole, her 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 but
the orgasms peak gave brief exploding and intense pleasure followed by severe
pain and cramps all over her lower body and up into her insides 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 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?"
It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the U-Shaped bar was
empty. "Oh Shit," Linda thought. "Let's get our act together, woman.....NOW!"
She plugged the quarters in the machine, punched in her "numbers" and started
back behind the leg of the bar's "U" between it and the back wall and mounted
the stairs to the stage. As she turned toward the mirrored back wall behind
the stage, which ran all across the wall, from it's floor to it's ceiling , she
was again reminded of those goddamn hellish (but never to be forgotten, and
perhaps, even appreciated, if not loved and feared at the same time), days in
Parkersburg, West Virginia and her very first Mistress and very first Master,
and the first, long nights and days in their "care" as they brought her to a
lifetime understanding of her formerly hidden sexually submissive underpinnings
and deep seated sexual cravings to be dominated by the right "MASTER", (and,
sometimes, but not often,....MISTRESS! "That 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 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 and had both....... "we shall see....when I get through
these next two songs, what you are indeed made of and why"...."you may be the
guy I've been looking for ever since Parkersburg".
End of Part I - Chapter 1
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