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Linda's Adventures in Life(s/m), Chapter 1, Part 7


All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.

........AND A FEMALE SUBMISSIVE WAS CREATED!

Part 1 - Chapter 7

Through conscious, hyper-sensitized eyes, with a suspended helpless, now truly
female submissive body.......AND MIND......... subservient to a blue eyed,
bearded, tanned handsome hulk of a MASTER who held the first SUBMISSIVE 'LOVER'
of Linda's young life..................in the form of an oiled, wicked looking,
short but many thonged, plain ended whip......................Linda watched her
body begin to receive the attentions of her now whirling "LOVER"....directed by
her......................MASTER..................as it moved inward toward her
spread thighs and danced across her sensitive, spread, and VERY exposed hanging
sex in constantly repeated......."SWISH".... "SLAP- SLAP-SLAP".....sounds that
were melded end to end into a continuous rhythm of sound and accompanying
sensations................stroking and striking and carressing and pulling and
sucking and turning her insides to shivering molten fire...............as Linda
rose on the wings of an angel of orgasmic pain become pure pleasure............

The whistling, whirling oily thongs of her "lover" and its constant lapping
sounds of 'contact' devoured Linda in a lake of pure unadulterated lust,
desire, want, need and approaching.........but never quite THERE...fullfillment.

And her attentive MASTER, wielding her LOVER with EXTREME care and accuracy,
watched Linda with the eyes of the accomplished dominator of true female
submissives he was and had been for years.............a MAKER of female
submissives.............from 'promising' raw stock placed in his caring and
'talented hands'......................He modulated the whirling "LOVER" in
rotational speed and advanced and retreated it with both accuracy and
understanding as he watched the pierced, ringed nipples on Linda's reddening
breasts grow darker and rise farther and farther out from her chest........as
he watched Linda attempt to arch her back forward, ever forward.............and
kept careful account of the swelling color changes in her widening and flaring
nether lips which now framed a vaginal passage that literally 'breathed' a life
of its very own as the mouth contracted and then dilated, rhythmically and
increasingly.................as he listened to Linda speak with a husky, deep,
whispered, totally sexually driven voice to her lover and watched her lust
glazed eyes dance in her head....................

"oooooohhhhhh,.....yyyyyyeeeessss.............LOVER.........oh god it fells
ssssssssooooooooo.......gggggggggooooooooddddddd!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...................oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ppppppppppppllllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeee.....FUCK ME!!!"

"MASTER!!!!...................MMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE..........
................MAKE 'HIM' GIVE ME MORE...................PLEASE MASTER, OH,
PLEASE MAKE HIM GIVE ME MORE.......................OH, I'M SO HIGH..........
..........SO HIGH.............SO HHHHHHIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

And Linda climbed higher and higher up the stairsteps to total male
subservience as her crashing, never quite completed orgasmic surrender eluded
her and she climbed still higher and higher and her bound body literally danced
in the air from her upstretched now dripping wet hair and her "mounting ring"
creaked and groaned from her frenzied and lust driven
contorsions.........................

The nipples swelled and expanded outward as the contracting and expanding
widely spread sexhole continually and unsuccessfully tried to seek its
"LOVER"..........as Linda danced in the air and mouthed every entreaty her
sexually driven mind could contrive and conceive........................with
her MASTER floating within the glazed perview of her lust filled
eyes..............sweet MASTER who understood her, ................knowing
MASTER who was delivering her to her "LOVER"................."MASTER, OH
MASTER.........OOOHHH MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!" she moaned to him in frustration
and appreciation all wrapped into one..........................

And MASTER, retreated with her "LOVER" as Linda watched in......frustrated and
absolutely "frustrated" sexual horror..............and through her wide
stretched eyes and still vibrating, dancing, sexually hypersenitized body, she
beckoned him back to her.....................and also with screaming verbal
entreaties that filled the stiffling hot room as the MASTER step out of her
"passion pit" and walked to the the far wall, retrieving a large tripod and a
'saddlelike' arrangement and returning over the curbed bounds of her sexual
bondage pit now being coated with her sweat and bodily fluids, placed the
tripod beneath her contracting and dilating hugely spread vaginal
mouth........and then screwed the leather 'saddle' on top of it...............

As Linda, looked downward, with her lust filled eyes, at the device before her,
he returned to the wall and came back with two perfect replicas of rigid and
turgid male organs, two inches and three inches in diameter, respectively,
screwed them into two twin holes in the curved saddle with it's perfect crotch
fitting contours and wide leather straps dangling from the from corners and
buckle tipped shorter wide straps dangling in the back corners................

The tripod, "saddle" and its now fully mounted male organs slid forward from
the curbed edge of Linda's 'pit' as her breasts partially hid their progress
and then through the valley of her heaving breasts the device all but
disappeared from her view and she let out a disappointed wailing moan of
frustration............

UNTIL SHORTLY THEREAFTER, SHE WAS SPLIT AND SPREAD OPEN BY TWO WARM VIBRATING
MALE ORGANS THAT ADVANCED RELENTLESSLY UP HER ANUS AND HER CONTRACTING GRIPPING
VAGINAL WALLS UNTIL BOTH WERE BURIED TO THEIR FULL LENGTH IN A COOING AND
MOANING LINDA..........AND THE SADDLE CONTACTED HER THIGHS, THEN HER BUTTOCKS,
THEN HER UNDERBELLY IN FRONT AND ROSE INTO HER CROTCH AND SLOWLY LIFTED HER
UPWARD................RELIEVING ALMOST ALL THE TENSION FROM HER SWEATING
HAIR................AND LEAVING HER PARKED, HELPLESSLY, BUT THANKFULLY ON
THOROUGHLY FILLED TWIN SEXUAL CAVITIES...

The restraining straps came over her legs and buckled to the back of the saddle
near the ever contracting and loosening cheeks of her ass as she attempted to
squeeze both organ filled orfices with every talented muscle she had or ever
hoped to have....................

"SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!"............AH, SO, GOOD!!!" hissed Linda
downward to no one in particularly as the vibrating male engines drove her
higher and higher now that she had something to work on with her sexually
educated muscles....................

But though higher and farther, still no orgasmic "thunder" occurred as promised
by MASTER so long long ago..................

Pleasure but still rising................and frustration.........

And MASTER returned with the a pair of the small, strange looking ring devices
with the legged tripod above them and crank handled shaft extending down
through the apex of the tripod...........the rings, she could see, were made of
rubber and so where the tripod legs rising from them..................as she
strained to examine them more carefully..........one of them moved quickly
forward to enclose her right breast, or rather, surround it................

Fascinated, she watched the ring on the shaft open and the close through her
right nipple ring and then back slowly away as her MASTER tensioned her nipple
by turning the handle of the device now sticking out from her chest until the
two rings tighted and snapped to right angles of each other and her right
nipple was pulled outward as the rubber ring around her breast sunk into her
flesh....................and a strange and pleasureable, yet somehow painful,
sensation flowed through her nipple and breast.............and the rubber base
ring began to contract, squeezing inward toward her breast and forcing it to
bulge forward on her chest and turn redder and redder and redder...........

She watched in utter fascination as her once small breast ballooned outward and
her once short nipple grew longer and longer........followed by waves of
pleasure and sexual desire flooding her mind from her her squeezed and
stretched breast's millions of stimulated nerve endings.

Quickly, the left breast and nipple were similarly attended to and and
captured, stretched and squeeezed until her MASTER was satisfied that they were
entirely correct.............................

And Linda moaned down to him................."OH THANK YOU, MY MASTER, OH THANK
YYYYYYYOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU..............IT FEELS SO GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!
....SO VERY GOOD!!!"

He reached down and released the snaps that held her knees to the outer
stainless steel "Mounting Ring" ring.........releasing them at the huge
"Mounting Ring",.....and pulled the chains down around a peg in the base of the
tripod, and back up to snap to the chain partway up toward her knees as he
tensioned them tightly and relentlessly downward, securing her in yet another
way to the saddle by means of both her now downward stretched
knees...........................................

And having done all this to the quivering, begging, pleading and sobbing Linda,
he walked away from her, once more, back toward the wall..................and
returned with her fearful "LOVER...... the whip......

AND FOR THE NEXT FEW MINUTES, LINDA'S NEW MASTER AND THE 'LOVER".....WITH THE
CONSTANTLY "CARESSING" OILED THONGS................played a female submissive's
"love song" on Linda's singing, sweat drenched body.........

AS LINDA HIT ONE ORGASMIC PEAK AFTER ANOTHER AND ROSE ONWARD AND UPWARD TO
INCREDIBLE SEXUAL HEIGHTS OF PLEASURE AND SATISFACTION, EACH FAR FAR BETTER
THAN THE LAST AND EACH ENDING WITH THE PROMISE OF MORE,
MORE...........MMMOOORRREEE!!!!!!

There might have been pain....extreme pain........but Linda never felt
it!.................all she felt was the orgasmic wonders of a female
submissive's THOROUGHLY SATISFIED universe, as she streaked across the heavens
and mouthed supplicant "THANK YOU'S" to her very first MASTER...............who
definitely knew what Linda liked best and most...................NOW!!!!!

(And from that time forward..............Male Dominant Masters who knew their
trade and knew it WELL...........owned Linda during those much needed
"sessions" on their carefully tuned "equipment" with their carefully selected
"lovers"...........and the mere thought of a "MASTER" made Linda long for a
sexual satisfaction only a MASTER could give.........no MERE "man".....A SIMPLE
MALE..... WAS EVER AGAIN ENOUGH...............NEVER!!!)

As Linda lay on the dressing room couch, she recalled that she had never passed
out from her orgasmic trip into total female submissiveness and
subservience.............she had hit orgasmic peak after orgasmic peak as she
watched her new MASTER ply her "lover" over her tender twenty year old
body.............he had adjusted and tightened her breasts and her nipple
bondage.................he had stuffed her sex fuller and tighter by
systematically and regularly raising her restraining saddle and its two hole
stuffing male engines, which tensioned her legs downward but allowed her to
bend her head forward and better observe the caress of her lover as it played
back and forth over her body....................and he constantly adjusted
those two male cocks shoved far up her stretched and engorged contracting and
releasing holes........as Linda alternately gripped them and released them in
the only way that she knew how and POSSIBLY........COULD..............
................then MASTER made them ruthlessly piston in and out of Linda's
constantly contracting and relaxing, drenched and plugged holes with incredible
speed, spinning and vibrating as they devoured Linda's steaming wet twin sexual
cavities, plowing the orfices of each inward than sucking it outward, two at a
time,....and finally....right at her highest peak, THE MASTER had flipped a
switch on the saddle that advanced a vibrating small rubber suction device that
siezed and devoured the small, reddened and VERY sensitive button at the top of
her soaked and thoroughly plowed sexual "V".........and Linda went absolutely
crazy with supplications, thank you's and moaning, screaming, bouncing motions
of fulfillment so severe, that had she been hanging by her hair, she'd have
been bald.........scalped by the willing "indians" of her sexually driven body
and mind!

To a total stranger, the picture of a crazed, babbling, pleading, begging woman
on a saddle out of hell itself, restrained by her hair from a giant eight foot
stainless steel ring, with a wide belt across her belly and back, tightly
pinning her arms to her sides, her toes yanked up toward her waist, heels dug
into her tensed behind and her hands strapped to her outer legs above the knees
with a leather trousered male whipping her body front and back as her tortured
stretched nipples and compressed breasts stood starkly out from her heaving
chest and an oiled whip 'lover' plyed her bundled body..................to an
"uninitiated" stranger, the scene would look like a medieval session in the
inquisition's deepest darkest, torture chambers.....or something out of a KGB
sexual subjugation manual.

BUT TO LINDA THE, "VICTIM".............IT HAD BEEN NO SUCH THING!!!!

TO HER, FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE, IT HAD BEEN TOTALLY PLEASURE AND
SATISFACTION FOR PLEASURE AND SATISFACTION'S SAKE AND DEFINITELY NOT FOR
MONEY.........NO WAY!!!!

Nobody made a "movie" of that "session" but Linda often wished someone had. BUT
THEY HADN'T, DAMNIT, ANYWAY!

After the session had ended and Linda was sliding back down from her trip
through the heavens, MASTER removed her breast devices, loosened her from her
"saddle", and released her bent legs and reattached the stretched toes to
Linda's "Mounting Ring" and rotated the ring in the reverse direction from
whence she had come to this state of satisfaction until she was again hanging
upside down. In which position he let her lick and lave his rigid straining
male organ...his COCK.......for quite some time..............then he removed
her belly and arm binding belt, unbuckled her restrained hands and arms and
buckled them back to her "MOUNTING RING", spread eagled, as before, and with
her legs spreadeagled the way it had all begun, her head and "hair ring" still
chained to the ring, he tightened straps around her legs, rotated her into a
face downward, horizontal position..............where he systematically hung
weights from her pierced and ringed nipples and sex lips,.......after
which.......he had most thoroughly and completely fucked his now totally
submissive and subjugated SLAVE'S FACE.................AND HER
ASS..............AND HER CUNT...............WHILE LISTENING TO HER CLIMB BACK
UPWARD TO FEMALE SUBMISSIVE HEAVEN............AGAIN!!!

Had either of them doubted what her TRUE NATURE and REAL SEXUAL PREFERENCES
WERE UP TO THAT POINT.................all doubt was removed forever and
always..................GIVEN THE "CORRECT" MALE....
..............A "MASTER"!!!

AND ANOTHER TOTAL FEMALE SEXUAL SUBMISSIVE HAD BEEN CAREFULLY "CREATED",
...............BY YET ANOTHER ACCOMPLISHED MALE.............MASTER!!!!

As Linda lay on the couch in the dressing room of the south end lounge, she
visualized and felt that heartless, male cock stuffed up every hole in her body
and her begging and pleading for more as she watched her "weights" jerk and
swing from her stretched tortured breasts and their nipples and felt the same
thing going on in her nether lips.

NOW,.................AS THEN.............SHE LOVED IT! And she hoped to God the
sexy, big, blue eyed, bearded guy out at the bar was both still there and not
just another "bullshit artist" in the Dominant Male...............NO,.........
MASTER........"business".

We shall see, she thought, as she opened the door and stepped out.

(And at this point, your friendly narrator interrupts, to insert a short
WARNING to would be male "MASTERS" who think they can/could handle a "LINDA"
and provide her the sort of SATISFACTION she desires.........nay,.....requires!

Such creatures, like the lovely Linda, do, indeed, exist. They are complex and
driven.............and they can literally tear an inexperienced male's most
treasured appendages off...............if you do not play the "game" the way
they want it played. To the poor bastard who ONCE utters an apology for
ANYTHING, she will deliver the rath of heaven and hell combined.

The care and "training" of a TRUE SEXUALLY SUBMISSIVE FEMALE - there are MANY
PHONEYS who do it for $$$$! - is not something one undertakes without a
thorough knowledge of both the "art" and the "devotee" to that "art"! If you
think I jest.................try it...........but be prepared to speak with a
high shrill voice for the rest of your miserable life if you know not what you
are doing!)

(And now back to "Linda" as she "investigates" a would be "MASTER")

Linda walked out of the door and to her right, stepping up to the juke box just
as B.J. approached it.

"Hey, BITCH, it's my set!", she screamed. "Wait your own goddamn turn!"

Linda looked down at her, contemptuously, and slammed a quarter into the
singing box. Then another. And yet another. She punched in her chosen
"songs".............VERY SPECIAL SONGS!......and as she walked away, she
hoisted a familiar and universally understood finger in B.J.'s direction, never
once giving her any other response.

She sat down by the cash register and waited for her songs to come up. John
looked down at her with raised eyebrows but thought better of verbalizing
ANYTHING. A very FORTUNATE and WISE choice, indeed!

When the three songs Linda had chosen came up, she took the stage.....and TOOK
IT is the most apt way to describe the matter.

Once in motion, she danced as she had not danced in a long long time.....all
for the gentleman in the corner seat.........who, not by chance, but by
CHOICE,.....was still very much......THERE!

She never took her eyes off him, nor he, her. And as the carefully chosen songs
reached all the intentionally chosen "passages" and "phrases", the two of them
exchanged all the right "signals".

By the time she got down off the stage, Linda KNEW she had a far better than
even shot at securing another credible MASTER! Where she was "pretty sure"
before, she was virtually certain, now!

This time, she didn't play stalling games getting to the other end of the bar.
She cut through behind the bar, around the stage and up around the end where
she sank into the still empty chair and said:

"If you're who and what I think you are, I've been waiting a long long time for
you..........Paul............MASTER PAUL!", in a low, sexually tinted and
tainted, throaty voice.

He smiled at her with those pale blue eyes...........leaned over with his mouth
and nose breathing hotly in her ear and said:

"Slide forward. Up against the bar. Spread your legs out against it." "Fold
your arms up on the bar. Lean forward. Like you're tired!"

And as Linda obeyed, he reached down inside her bikini pants and fingered the
four golden rings in the lips of her wet sex.

"Just four?"

"Uh-huh," came the subservient reply.

"What did you say?"

"Just four...........", and haltingly,..........."MMMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR" in a low
moaning, whispered tone.

"Better...........much better!"

"It's been a while, hasn't it Linda?" "How long?"

"Three years, MASTER..........almost four...........except for MISTRESS
MARLA..............who really doesn't count."

"Turn toward me. Keep your arms on the bar. Pull your top down off your
nipples," he commanded quietly in a whisper.

She rotated ever so slightly toward him, and secretively, with a timid hand,
bared her golden ringed pierced nipples to his gaze and his gaze alone.

"Professionally done," he stated, as if viewing some bauble in a dime store
window. "Raise it back up and sit up."

Linda slipped her top back over her sweating, pierced nipples and breasts and
sat back up in the chair. He took a cigarette from her pack on the bar and
placed it between her lips, as he raised his lighter to it's tip. Linda's hand
flew up to grasp his hand over the back, fingers in his palm, guiding the flame
while carressing his cool damp palm with her finger tips. He lit the cigarette
and removed his hand, her hand going part way back down with his before leaving
it and releasing it ever so slowly and tenderly.

"Now, what was all that business about when you left here in such a hurry?"

"I.......I.......Can't say!", she blushed, "I'm too ashamed!" came the
whispered response. "Can we PLEASE wait until later?.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR???"

He shrugged and turned back to the bar.

Linda looked at him, carefully, thought for a while, and then said:

"I get off at 2:00".................."will you be here?.......MASTER?"

He turned his head toward her and said carefully:

"Is that what YOU want, Linda?"

"YYYEEESSS!".......came the low, horse, sexy, whispered reply.

He smiled at her carefully and got up from the bar.

She watched him equally carefully, as his back moved away from her and he
walked casually but deliberately to the door and out.

Linda sat there for a long while, and then, regaining her composure, she
finally got up and made the rounds of the room, talking with all the regulars
and settling in for a drink with a new face that looked lonely and eager for
company.

The rest of the night went interminably slow for her, but 2:00AM rolled around.
She changed hurriedly in the dressing room and, with her travel bag swinging
from her right shoulder, she bid John a good night and headed out the door into
the cool night air, not knowing what might lay in wait for her outside. She
hoped that she had understood and that she hadn't assumed anything he might not
have actually said or meant.

As she passed through the outer door of the entryway leading from the lounge,
her eyes swept the parking lot in a hungering, hoping attempt to locate the one
person in this world she did not...NOW... want to lose.

At first she didn't see him, and then, suddenly, she saw a tall figure with his
back to her in the back of the second row of cars, talking to another guy. She
walked across the open aisle to the door on the other side of the car where he
was standing and waited, quietly. He completed his conversation with the other
guy and they shook hands. Then, slowly, he walked around the back of his
Lincoln Town Car to where Linda stood quietly waiting. She looked up into his
smiling face and those barely visible pale blue eyes and smiled lovingly back
at him as he reached down and opened the door for her. With Linda seated
inside, he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side and got into
the car. Without looking over at Linda, he started the engine and drove quickly
out of the lot onto the street, and then out toward the main thoroughfare.

When he got about a mile down the road, he pulled off onto a side road and then
back into a small, quiet and private area among some large overhanging trees
where he parked the car and shut the engine off.

"NOW, pretty, scared, Linda..........who thinks she MAY have found a
MASTER........what was all that about?"

"Please............MASTER...........do I have to tell you?"

"Have you told your husband, my pretty, very submissive, excited, strange
'friend'?"

"NNNNNNOOOOOOO!", came the quivering reply.

"Then, perhaps, you'll tell me?"

And, with a slow moan for a start, she related the whole sorry tale of her
repoed Firebird, the Friday and Saturday Night "Private Parties", her "pay" for
the performances and the two feared and dreaded "repeat engagements" coming up
on the weekend. When she was through, she hung her head down on her chest and
started to sob, quietly, with body wracking shudders.

He didn't say a word. He just reached over and started the engine and put the
car in gear, then drove back out toward the main highway and when he got there,
asked:

"Which way?"

"Left", came the soft reply.

And she directed him carefully over the streets that led to her home.

As they approached her house, she said "the green double on the left, by the
old white chevy", and he angled up to the curb on the opposite side of the
street.

She looked at him carefully, not knowing what to say or to do next. He solved
the problem for her, in a hurry.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll stop by at 10. You'll be here; correct?"

A timid "yyyeeesss" followed by a long sigh.

He looked across the street at her house and said very calmly, "Good Night,
Linda!", "and.........sweet dreams, my beautiful and sexually, submissive
match!"

She got out of the car and as she walked across the street, he drove away.

The next morning, promptly at 10, while Tammara was at school and Johnny was
down working on the ICIC job, her new 'chosen' master appeared at her front
door. She opened the door and stepped back to let him in, but he simply took
her right hand in his left hand and, with his right hand, laid five crisp new
one hundred dollar bills in it, wrapped in a small white paper band. Without
saying a word to her, he turned and walked back across the porch, down the
steps, out the lead walk, got into his car and drove away. She stared after him
in disbelief and amazement, then looked down at the small green objects in her
right hand and noticed a phone number on the white wrapper enclosing them. No
note. Just a phone number.

When the shock wore off, she hurried around like a demon possessed woman,
getting herself ready to go retrieve the Firebird from the impound lot. After
two hours spent retrieving her car, she returned home just in time to fix
Tammara's lunch and send her back to school. She spent the rest of the
afternoon trying to get up the courage to call the number, but never managed it.

That night, she drove to work and danced her 9 to 2 shift without a hitch,
except that she had the pleasure of telling John she'd not be "entertaining"
Friday or Saturday Night and, when he asked her what she meant, she said she
didn't need the extra money any more. To her suprise, he just shrugged and
said, "suit yourself. It's fine by me."

When she walked out the front door at two in the morning, she was happy as a
lark, but very puzzled about the non-appearance of her
benefactor..............her new found master, she hoped.

The next morning, she hustled her two "troops" off to school and work by 7:30
and then determinedly sat down at the kitchen phone and, retrieving the white
wrapper from her purse, she dialed the phone number. A male voice answered with
a deep firm "hello".

"Are you busy?" "I don't want to bother you," she said in her lowest, sexiest,
and most submissive and subservient tone. "I missed you last night.........are
you alone, now?" she blurted out.

"Nooo, I'm not alone, but it doesn't much matter whether I am or not, ......now
does it?"

That puzzled her some, but she went on.

"Thanks for the....ah......'loan'; I got my Firebird back yesterday morning....
and......ah........I don't know how I can thank you................." and her
voice drift off uncomfortably.

A low, firm vice responded, "you'll figure out something, I'm sure, when you've
thought about 'us' long enough.........and believe what you've seen and felt so
far."

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, followed by a VERY low and sexy
"I already have thought about 'us' and I want to meet you to 'prove' to you
that I.......do.........'believe'.......NO, I KNOW...............are you free
today?"

"Drive down to the Riverside Condominiums, on South Riverside Drive at Lexnard.
Park your car in the underground condominium garage in slot 44 and take the
elevator to the penthouse level - I'll be in Penthouse Apartment Number One,"
came the cool, deep and very strong reply, followed by a dead line.

She rushed around the house like a mad woman, leaving a note for her daughter
and one for her husband, just in case. After hurriedly showering, making
herself up and choosing her best, most conservative skirt and blouse outfit,
(being particularly careful not to "encumber" herself with either a bra or
pants, thus making matters simpler, later), sliding into her highest pair of
black high heels, (purposely failing to wear either panty hose or nylon
stockings to add to the simplicity), she stormed out the door to her car and
drove like a demon, downtown. During the silent fifteen minute drive downtown,
she thought about the events of the past few days, giving careful attention to
her recollections of Parkersburg and her first, and perhaps, in reality, ONLY,
real MASTER, and as she was thinking about him, she reached in her purse and
extracted her small, sequestered bottle of Shalamar Oil and began applying it
carefully to her quaking, shivering body as she zipped through traffic toward
a..........................a new chapter in her life as a true sexually
submissive female............she hoped and prayed it was a 'new chapter'.

Minutes later, her Firebird parked in stall 44 in the basement, she rapped
timidly at the door to Penthouse Apartment Number One on the very top floor of
the condo on the Manamanee River, downtown.

End of Part I - Chapter 7
 
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