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Linda's Adventures in Life(s/m), Chapter 2, Part 3
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"The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life"
Part 2 - Chapter 3
MASTER PAUL LETS LINDA DOWN...........SLOWLY.........FINALLY!!!
As Linda hung from the overhead heavy "trapeze bar", attached to it by the
chains attached to her ankle cuffs and thigh cuffs, shivering and quaking in
her continuous orgasmic orgy, her pierced nippled breasts rubbing
back and forth across the plush red carpet of the master bedroom
and her pleading, begging and moaning hoarse voice entreating
Master Paul to give her more......MORE......M-O-R-E...............
.............Master Paul reached under her slick, wet and dilated
sexual "mouth" and grasped the small, carefully placed little metal
alligator clip that squeezed her tortured and hooded love button
ever so firmly, but not savagely, and started to release it........
.......Linda began to scream and plead with him..........."NNNNOOOOO
.......MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRRR.........NO, NO, NO!!!" "PLEASE DON'T
DO THAT TO MMMMMMEEEEEEEE!...............PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE LEAVE
IT ALONE..............PLEASE????".....................
Shaking his head, Paul backed away from her and watched her gyrating
and trembling through her orgasmic wonders............a continuous
and triumphant parade of pure sexual gratification that never
deminished and simply went on and on and on.....................
.....the sweating, shaking, squirming sexually submissive and "conquered"
LINDA looked over her shoulder and under her suspended shaking
legs at Paul and very lowly and huskily said.....................
.........."PLEASE, MASTER PAUL...........'FIST' ME!!!!..................
....YOUR SLAVE NEEDS SOMETHING INSIDE OF HER....PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE?"....
Shaking his head in absolute amazement and wonder, Paul returned
to his former position behind Linda, between her hugely splayed
and suspended naked legs, where he inserted the fingers of his
right hand into the wet, black depths of the contracting vaginal
passage and, curling them together with his thumb curled into the
palm of the now pointing hand, he thrust steadily forward sinking the
extended hand deeper and deeper inside the panting, moaning Linda....
...until the last of the thumb disappeeared from view and the wrist
slide inward and downward.........................................
.................as the finger tips touched the mouth of Linda's cervix
Paul opened the imprisoned hand and formed a firm fist, then rotated his
hand and wrist from side to side inside the stretched, contracting and
releasing passage, wet with orgasmic juices........................thinking
back, to himself, of the few times he'd done this to any other
female, Slave or otherwise......and remembering the 'request'
they'd made for him to do it and then the catterwalling, pleading
crys as it was slowly accomplished...............but NOT LINDA.....Oh no......
....NOT LINDA!!! She just moaned a gave a satisfied sort of
grunting sound as the hand bottomed out..............
Once the fist was closed tight inside of Linda, Paul began to
pull backward, dragging the now wildly screaming and sobbing Linda
backward across the bright red carpet on her flattened chest and the ringed
nipples and their firey breasts....................................
..............pulling the fist up into and through the spreading,
stretched passage with a suctioning, slurping sound until it came
free with a loud......"POP"..............covered with the slick,
hormone rich coating of a bitch in heat........................a smell
that drove Paul nuts with desire.......................even now after
all Linda had done to 'satisfy' his 'needs'............
.............. and Linda continued to scream and cry estatically and
wildly with every ounce of sound her vocal cords could develop
after the long orgasmic seige...................................
And then the sound level died to a low slow............."AAAAHHHHH
YYYYEEEESSSS MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRR.............SSSSOOO........
..........GGGGOOOOOOODDDD...........SSSSOOOO.....SSSSTTTTRRRROOOONNNNGGGG!!!"
................."YOUR SLAVE HAS BEEN PUNISHED MASTER PAUL..............
......SO WELL PUNISHED................SIR!!!"
Then and only then did Paul reach swiftly under the still quaking
and dripping spread hole and remove the small metal clip from
its imprisoned small button.....................................
...............which brought an..........."OOOOOHHHHHH MMMMYYYY
GGGGOOOODDDD...............I'M CCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG
MMMMMAAAAASSSSSTTTTTEEEEERRRRR!!!!"
..........standing three feet behind the sweat coated spectical of
Paul's life time, he thought to himself............"you've got to
be kidding, Linda...............what the hell was all the rest of
that continuous wild 'show'????" In time he would learn that
Linda did things "differently" from other women in the orgasm and
climax categories..............VERY VERY DIFFERENTLY!!!
.....shaking his head, Paul step forward and unclipped first the
ankle cuffs and then the thigh cuffs and lowered one leg and then
the other to the carpeted floor.
Once freed from her suspension, Linda rolled onto her back and
stared up at him with those big brown loving eyes and ran her
tongue around her wrinkled lips..............."SIR, MAY YOUR
SLAVE HAVE HER TEETH BACK, PLEASE MASTER" came the somehow funny
plea from the exhausted, wet woman sprawled on the carpet in
front and below him. He obliged by going to the bed and
retrieving the false teeh which he gingerly and gently handed to
the cow eyed Linda, who slipped them quickly into her mouth.
"Tell me something, Slave...........how did you manage to lose
your own teeth?", Paul asked her.
"Aaaahhhhh, MMMMaaasssstttteeeerrrr, do you really want to know?"
questioned a far less submissive Linda.
"Yes I do, Slave...........tell me!"
"Its not what you're thinking Paul,......really it isn't!"
"Linda, don't tease me or play with me!.......what happened?"
"Well, while I was in Parkersburg, at Chris' Place, my mouth got
really really sore and stayed that way for about a week; Chris
got concerned and took me to a doctor who immediately put me in
the hospital", Linda explained. "After a lot of tests and
mumbling among themselves and with Chris, the doctors told me I
had cancer in my mouth............the jaw bone(s).......and places
like that!" "I raised holy hell and broke down and cried for a
whole day as they ran more tests and took a lot of X-rays of my face."
"Two days after they told me about it, they wheeled me into an
operating room and put me out. When I woke up I had no teeth and
my mouth and whole face and neck burned like fire. They kept me
sedated for a week to lessen the pain........and it did!"
"Finally, Chris told me they had removed three fourths of my jaw
and cheek bones and some other stuff along with all my teeth. But
he said they were pretty sure they had gotten all the cancerous
stuff out of me, but that I was going to have to take X-ray therapy
for a while to make sure that it didn't come back. But, he and
they told me they had rebuilt all my jaw and facial bones with
some stronger artificial stuff so that I would look
normal....better than normal, in fact....AND THEY WERE RIGHT....I
DID", she explained to Paul.
"For three months I was sick as a dog and couldn't keep any food
down as they bombarded me with that goddamn 'cannon'. But it did
the trick and I'm 'cured' now, Paul........aren't you glad?"
Linda asked in a very sexy and yet somehow still a 'little' servile
and subservient way.
"Uuuhhhhh, hhhhuuuuhhhh.............you better believe I'm 'glad',
Linda.................but doesn't it bother you to have lost your
teeth at such a young age and been so close to dying", he asked.
"It did at first........but I discovered that I could 'surprise'
my lovers the way I did you today.......MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR
PPPPAAAAUUUULLLL!!!!" Linda said in a low, slow, sexy throaty
voice that was not in the least submissive, now.
"How many women have given you a 'head job' the way I did to day,
Master?......eh?" "I can slick your cock so smoothly and grip it
so tightly with my lips and gums that you can't cum until I
DECIDE YOU CAN, MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PAUL," Linda hissed up
at him almost defiantly. "I'm the best 'blow job" artist there is
in the world,.............SSSSIIIIRRRR!" (again, the defiance).
Looking down at her with disapproval, Paul bluntly said "AND YOU
ARE ONE GODDAMN DEFIANT, DISOBEDIENT, BITCH OF A SLAVE RIGHT NOW......
.............LINDA..............MY LINDA!!! What the hell am I
going to do about you?"
She looked up at him, still defiant, and said......"guess you'll
have to 'think of something' for 'next time' to 'punish me',
won't you........MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PPPPAAAAUUUULLLL?????"
And, with that, Linda got up from the floor and strolled into the
bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she looked over her
shoulder and winked at him with a very wicked grin on her face.
Thirty minutes later, Linda was gone and Paul had packed all the
stuff away in to leather cases and let him self out of the
apartment which belonged to one of his unmarried partners in the firm.
On the way out through the lobby he stopped in the building
managers office and asked about Penthouse Apartment Number Four
down the hall from where he and Linda had spent the whole day.
By the time he left the building, he had a receipt in his hand
for the deposit on Apartment Four and the first three months rent
and a one year lease agreement in his suit coat pocket, with an
option to buy into the Condo, either by buying Penthouse
Apartment Four or another of his choosing during the year lease period
with all the "rent" applying toward the purchase.
A rather pooped and sagging Paul wandered into the office just
before 5:00PM, just in time to be paged to the telephone.........
When he picked up the phone and said "hello".......a low,
throaty, sexy voice whispered back in his ear..................
"IS MY MASTER HAPPY WITH HIS NEW SLAVE?............DOES HE THINK
SHE NEEDS MORE PUNISHMENT, MASTER..................SIR?"........
"Yes, Slave......................she definitely needs more
punishment and I'll tell her where and when when I'm ready..........
..........and only WHEN I'M READY!" he said firmly and hung up
the phone.
"Aaaahhhhh, its started in earnest", he though, as he started to
jot down a list of people, companies, equipment and tools he was
going to need to "fix" up Penthouse Apartment Four the way HE wanted
it. He'd have to 'supervise' a lot of the "finish work" himself to keep
from causing a lot of raised eyebrows and talk about the
place....but he'd get it done in a month or two,.....of that he
was sure. In the interim, he'd stone wall the sexy, pushing Linda,....
......SLAVE LINDA.........until he was ready. AND, he'd stop by
that damn lounge frequently for very short periods of time, not
close to quiting time, to tease the hell out of her and make her
more obedient and ever more frustrated so that the next time he
"had her"...........in HIS OWN "playroom"...........she'd learn
something about him..............a lot!!! Though Paul doubted
that he could ever really make Linda genuinely fearful or scared......
............and he really didn't want to try. But if he could instill
and element of uncertainty in the thing, he just might be able to
give Linda something she wanted and hadn't had for what was
probably several years now.
He was damn sure going to try!!!!
The day after the "session" with Linda in the Penthouse Apartment,
'Master' Paul received a photocopy of a poem in the mail..........
...........it came in a plain, white, small envelope with his name
and the company Post Office Box address written on the front in
beautiful, obviously feminine, scrolling handwriting...........
........with a hand drawn, beautiful, spread winged butterfly on the
back, covering the whole flap. There were two "pins" drawn in the
butterfly's wings sticking it (her?) to the envelope flap!
Inside was this poem:
"SLOW ME DOWN, LORD"
"Slow me down, Lord."
"Ease the pounding of my heart by the
quieting of my mind"
"Steady my hurried pace with a vision of
the eternal reach of time."
"Give me, amid the confusion of the day,
the calmness of the everlasting hills."
"Break the tensions of my nerves and
muscles with the soothing music of the
singing streams that live in my memory.
Help me to know the magical, restoring
power of sleep."
"Teach me the art of taking minute
vacations - of slowing down to look at a
flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to
read a few lines from a good book."
"Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to
send my roots deep into the soil of life's enduring
values that I may grow toward the stars
of my greater destiny."
In the same beautiful handwriting as the address on the envelope
there was a short note at the end of the peom which read:
"for the 'minute' vacation,.....THANK YOU!"
"for expectations of things yet to come,.....THANK YOU!"
"But most of all, I humbly THANK YOU for being MY MASTER!"
//s// "THE BUTTERFLY"
Paul gazed at the poem and the note and read it over and over.
"so it begins," he thought to himself,......"the 'Lady' has class,
and then some."
And, indeed, as it turned out, "THE BUTTERFLY", Slave Linda, DID
have class even in the worst of surroundings and situations......
.....and perhaps, in retrospect, that may have been somewhat of
an UNDERSTATEMENT, from Paul's viewpoint, when it was all over
and Linda, beautiful Slave Linda, THE BUTTERFLY, was gone....FOREVER!
In the weeks that followed the arrival of the "letter" from the
"BUTTERFLY", Paul busied himself with "fixing up" Apartment Four
in the Penthouse high above the hustling and bustling downtown
streets and the river. He hired trusted, skilled craftsman whom
he knew well from his design firm and their contractor bidders
and projects. There were no plans, per sei,.......just daily
instructions from Paul............but the Apartment was "redone"
in a manner befitting Paul's "tastes".
His workmen friends probably thought he was a little touched in
the head because of the color schemes and strange things he had
them build and all the sound gear and electronic stuff he had them
install in the high ceiling rooms (10 to 12 feet floor to ceiling
in most places). They were all amazed at the automated piece of
"artwork" he had them install, in the center of the "Living Room",
in the center of the "Fountain" they had constructed for him with
it's sprays reaching upward from the terrazo pool and downward
from the mirrored ceiling above.
They stood in awe of the strange eight foot in diameter stainless
steel "rings" that were centered and pinned in the floor and
ceiling in the center of the fountain. When the tiny black
control box was used, the rings would rotate, one within the other
and between floor and ceiling at whatever speeds the operator of
the controls wanted. Very slow or very fast.
For a piece of "artwork", they certainly were heavy enough, they
had all agreed. Paul had directed them on the fittings to receive
the rings and then when all was ready, he had showed up one
morning with three workmen lugging the two rings into the
apartment in quarter pieces each. They spent all day with special
welding rod and welding equipment welding each ring together from
four separate pieces, in place, in the midst of the center of the
fountain. The next day they test ran the controls and all worked well,
as the water cascaded down and shot up around the rotating, gleaming,
heavy, stainless steel rings. They had all agreed they were
'unusual' and actually, sort of 'beautiful', in their own way.
If only they had been allowed to see the 'final addition' to the
'rings' they would have, perhaps, harbored other opinions and 'feeling'
about the 'rings'..........AND 'THE MASTER OF THE RINGS'!!!!
At the end of that day, with all the workmen paid off and gone,
Paul walked through the rooms of the apartment and examined the
various decorations and color schemes he had ordered installed,....
.......and especially the many strange "devices" he had had
placed throughout the apartment.
The living room had the famous "rings" in their "fountain" with a
mirrored ceiling and a side "swing wall", between the living room
and the rather large and well stocked kitchen, that rotated in panels
so that it was white on one side and black on the other. As Paul
pressed the control button that reversed the wall and made it
black, he reminded himself that he and Marla,....the bitch Mistress
friend of Linda's he'd met in the lounge one night, right after the
"session" down the hall in the "borrowed" apartment......that
Marla was supposed to be making a trip out of town to get the stuff they had
designed and their friend with the saddle shop had agreed to make.....after
a measuring session with Linda in his shop several weeks back.
The bare black wall didn't look very good without it's "adornments"!
He would fix that, later tonight, in the wee hours of the morning, with
Marla's help. Marla was fairly drewling over the prospects.......eager to pitch
in and help so she could participate and satisfy her special "needs".
It was going to be an interesting next few days Paul thought to
himself as he reversed the wall to white again to contrast with
the two other black walls and the mirrored glass windows that
covered the other, outside wall. He walked over and pushed a
button on the wall opposite the now white one and the wall
rotated in very small, shutter like, horizontal panels, until
they were perpendicular to their original position and a mirrored
plate glass surface could be seen behind them, fully exposed.
He smiled as he strolled through the door into the master bedroom
and gazed through the clear plate glass wall he had just exposed.
From the bedroom side you simply were looking at the living room
through a shuttered glass partition and could clearly see the rings in all
their living splendor. He picked up a second control box on the
night stand and pressed two buttons and then watched the rings
begin to rotate slowly around and around and one within the other.
Satisfied, he pressed two other buttons on the control box. The
rings stopped.
Picking up another control box from the night stand, he pressed a
button and the huge king sized bed that had been about three or
more feet off the red carpeted floor, posts set solidly in the
floor and anchored solidly in the ceiling,.......the surface of the
large bed sank slowly toward the floor exposing a large stainless
steel ring bolt set in each post, but previously hidden by the
raised bed, since they faced diagonally inward, across the bed
toward each other. He stopped the bed and went to examine the
ring bolts. They were set in tracks on the face of the large
wooden posts so that they could be slid up and down from floor to
ceiling along the length of the post. He pushed the release
button under one of them and slid it clear to the ceiling, then
returned it to it's original position and released the button.
Stepping back, he pushed anther botton on the control box and the
ringbolt began to rise on its own. Satisfied, he pushed another
button and returned the ringbolt to it's "normal", "hidden"
position (when the bed was raised, which it was not,
now....having lowered until the surface of the bed was only twelve
inches off the floor). He pressed another button on the box, and
the bed began to rise toward the ceiling, passing the ring bolts
and stopping only when it was about twelve inches from the high
ceiling. He pushed the "normal bed position" button and watched
the bed lower to a "normal" old fashioned, three feet or so off
the floor and stop. He put the control back on the table and
walked over to the bedroom wall that had on it a large, lighted, glowing
butterfly painted on a coal black background within a glowing circle
surrounding it. On the wings, body, head, and lower part of the
butterfly were slots in pairs that formed the outline of a human body.
Taking another control box from its wall holder next to the
circle and butterfly, he pressed a button marked OUT. The Circle
separated itself from the wall and moved outward into the room.
When fully extended, on a hydraulic ram mounted in the center
back of the eight foot circle, the butterfly was a good five feet
straight out from the wall. He pressed the "TILT" button and the
circle laid backward until it was horizontal and laying down on
the ram a little over four feet off the floor.
"Now, that", Paul thought to himself, "IS A MASTERPIECE!" And
indeed it was.............with the "slots" positioned from the
body measurements his Saddle Shop friend had given him after the
measuring session with Linda a few weeks back. When the wide
black straps the saddle shop was making were inserted through the
slots "somebody" was going to BECOME A VERY HUMAN, VERY TIGHTLY BOUND,
"BUTTERFLY"...............he couldn't imagine, "WHO"!
He hit the RESET button and the wall returned to "normal".
He pressed the button marked ROTATE and the circle and butterfly
rotated 360 degrees with the butterfly being upside down,
sideways and right side up through the rotation cycle. Paul smiled.
Placing the control device back in its holder, he walked to the
other opposite wall and as he walked out the door he hit the
button to close the shutters on the plain glass/mirrored
(depending on which side you were standing - bedroom/plain side or
living room/mirrored side!) living room wall. He turned to the
right, down a short hallway and opened the door into the bathroom.
The huge, deep, sunken tub (which doubled as a "Hot Tub" and
"Whirlpool" affair with water jets and air jets along it's
circular walls) dominated the bathroom. There was a toilet and a
strange looking additional fixture beside it. And there was a
large vanity with three sinks. The ceiling had all kinds of doors
and ringbolts visible in it. The large blank wall opposite the
vanity, toilet and other "device" looked very plain......the wall
between the bedroom and bathroom. But a touch of the button by
the door revealed yet another shuttered mirrored wall, plain
plate glass on the bedroom side and mirrored on the bathroom side.
But the dominant feature of the bathroom was the huge butterfly
within the circle on the wall opposite the entry door, over the
huge eight foot sunken tub. Paul took a control box out of its
holder and ran that wall "decoration" through the same "paces" as
the bedroom wall, only, this time he hit the LOWER button and the
hadraulic ram and butterflied horizontal eight foot circle sank
slowly downward to and then into the tub, all the way to the bottom.
Satisfied, he hit the RESET button and walked out of the
bathroom, turning the lights off and closing the shutters as he left
and closed the door.
He was whistling to himself as he entered the large, dimly lit
living room............Just as the phone rang in the kitchen on
the other side of black paneled living room wall. He strolled
into the kitchen and picked up the phone...................
"Sherwood Forest!......Robinhood speaking!", he answered with a chuckle.
"Paul, is that you?", came a husky, female voice over the phone.
"Yeessss, Marla, its me?" "What are YOU up to?"
"Just got the Van back from the custom shop.........THEY DID IT!.....
.......JUST LIKE YOU ASKED!............You're going to LOVE IT, Paul....
............MASTER PAUL!!!..............I do!!!.........MY GOD IS
IT 'NEAT'", she exclaimed breathlessly.
"Oh course it is, Marla.......my six years in engineering college
and twenty years experience in the 'field' guaranteed THAT!",
Paul sighed in frustration.
"Smart Ass!", came the reply.
"Paul, how's about we meet at the Lounge and see how 'our girl'
is doing?"
"You go ahead. I've got to take care of some things, first. Did
you make the trip out to the saddle shop and get all the gear?"
"Uh, Huh..........you didn't tell me you PREPAID for all that stuff.
I was scared to death he was going to want cash."
"It's all covered Marla.......did you run it against the order
sheet and check list?"
"Yah,.....it's all there.....and he threw in some neat extras
you're gonna love!...........MAN, will you love em!!!....I think
Dave finally got in the 'swing a things'"!!!, she practically
shouted over the phone.
"OK, I'll see you between midnight and One in the Morning at the
Lounge.....Linda IS working tonight isn't she?" he asked.
"Yup, and Johnny is out of town in Pittsburgh, working for three more
days, until Friday night...........and my sister is over at Linda's
place watching Tamara.........'for the night'......" She said
with a anticipating, sly connotation and inflection to her voice!
"OK, Marla, I'll see you later..........everythings set and a
'GO' here!" Paul said and hung up the phone.
"Yah,.......it sure as hell IS!", he thought to himself as he
reached into the refrigerator and extracted a can of salt free
Diet Rite Cola................"it sure as HELL is!!!"
He sat down at the kitchen breakfast bar and thought back several
weeks to the events that had introduced him to Marla and the
long, carefully planned 'event' that was about to take place in
this "apartment" in the wee hours of tommorrow morning and on
into the next three whole days.
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