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Linda's Adventures in Life(s/m), Chapter 3, Part 2
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LINDA'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE
Part 3, Chapter 2
THE DEMONSTRATION OF "ALEX'S RAMS" ENDS
AS MASTER PAUL TAKES CHARGE
Sitting across the kitchen breakfast bar looking at a very smug
and confident Mistress Marla, Master Paul made up his mind,
between sips of refreshingly strong and hot coffee, to put an end
to Marla's "demonstration" of the infamous "Alex Rams" with HIS
linda as the focal point. Marla went on and on about the capabil-
ity of the rams and what she had planned for linda in them so he
could truly see for himself their exact capabilities. Master Paul
was fairly certain that linda could describe it all without going
through any further demonstrations, given the right incentives
and positions when she was before and with Him and Him alone.
He continued to listen until Marla ran out of conversation and
suggested they go back down to the dungeon and continue. As she
got up and started back down the stairs, he followed quietly,
having said nothing of substance for the better part of the last
twenty minutes. When they arrived at the foot of the stairs he
saw linda bent over double and forward, still being systema-
tically filled and emptied by the pistoning shaft on the top of
the rotating cone, her legs still firmly strapped down to the
sides of the cone and her wrists still cuffed firmly behind her
back. Her body was dripping with sweat in the overheated dungeon.
Marla stepped forward and grasped the long, dangling and wet hair
of His linda and raised her swiftly into an upright position
while letting the rotating cone wind the hair around her fist and
her wrist. Paul walked to the control box and shut the cone and
pistoning shaft off.........
"Hey...what the hell do you think you're doing, MP?......leave
that alone!!!....I'm far from through with her!!!" came Marla's
response to his actions.
He walked over to the strapped down, cone mounted linda, stuffed
to the hilt with a very wet and dripping shaft and looked into
her face...........a face held in place by her upward stretched
wet hair wound around Mistress Marla's fist and wrist.......
Looking into linda's half closed, tired eyes, He said forcefully:
"SLAVE, it is MY will and pleasure that this demonstration cease
.....DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
A very low, whispered, throaty response, laced with sexual hunger
came from between slightly parted lips.........
"yes MASTER........"
"Release her, Mistress Marla!"
"NO WAY!......THIS IS *MY* DUNGEON AND WHAT I SAY GOES...
...HERE!!!"
"Perhaps........but that which you have in your hand is *MY*
slave, BITCH, and what I command of her and for her is law and
the most mandatory of things......FOR HER.......ISN'T IT.....
SLAVE?"
"YES MASTER......OOOOHHHH YYYYEEEESSSS MMMMMAAAASSSTTTTEEERRRR!"
came the instant and now attentive reply, without a moment's
hesitation.
"Listen, you pseudo male prick......that's MY slave too.....and I
say she stays in this rig until I'm done with her! Understand?"
"I don't particularly want to do THIS, Marla.....Mistress
Marla....but if I have to, I'll park your naked, spread and
sweating body in the straps across the room from your blonde
'charge' in the cell over there and wire you for a 24 hour,
nonstop fuck you'll never forget, in between taking my fist up
inside you when I visit you. THEN you'll learn just how very much
I know about your every sexual hot button and sexual response.
THIS SESSION IS OVER, MISTRESS MARLA.....NOW!!!"
She looked at him, squarely in the eyes, and after a long, cold
stare, she said "That, Master Paul, will NEVER happen.....EVER!
I do not submit to ANYONE, but most especially not to any MAN!"
Softening his own stare and relaxing his tense stance he replied
to her:
"I understand THAT, Marla.....and I fully understand what you
WISH not to happen.....but do YOU understand that regardless of
your wishes, it is within my two hundred and forty pound, six
foot three inch capabilities to do any goddamn thing I wish with
you if you don't get off this shit and take her down off that
'thing'... NOW?"
She looked at him with the same cold stare and rigid defiance as
she purposely thrust the wrist and fist that gripped linda's hair
upward causing linda to moan loudly but without protest.
Stretching the wet hair and head upward, Marla continued to stare
at him, and then, slowly, her stare softened as she said......
"OK....TRUCE! If you even attempt to touch me, you Masterful
Bastard, I'll flatten your nuts into the crack of your ass....
.......you want her....YOU GOT HER!!!" and with that, she let go
of linda's hair and let her drop forward to smash her nose and
forehead into the side of the cone. The blood immediately poured
from linda's nose as Marla spun around and walked away toward the
cell that contained the strapped up naked and sweating blonde,
whose sexually driven gurgles and moans could still be heard
through the closed door. She unlatched the door and walked into
the cell, leaving Master Paul with HIS linda.
Seething and boiling with anger at the damage done to linda, but
exercising His usual amount of emotional control, He ignored
Marla and slowly raised linda back upright.........
The bloody nose continued to flow red over her lips and chin down
onto her chest and then downward to her belly and the wide spread
and stuffed nether lips that grasped the stationary shaft planted
deep up inside her.
"Can you stay in an upright position, slave?"
With a sniff and a following cough, the quiet, respectful answer
came slowly back........
"yes, MASTER.....if THAT is YOUR wish......yyyyyeeeeessss!"
He let go of her and she stayed upright. Walking to the wall
opposite the cone and the rams, he retrieved a trapeze like bar
with a ring in the center of the pipe length and one on each end.
Reaching up, he switched the trolley track monorail switch so
that when he retrieved the trolley and rolled it down to that
juncture, it would turn and travel over linda's head. Walking to
the trolley, mounted on the monorail, he rolled it back to the
junction, through it and to a position over linda's head.
Carefully, he slipped the center eyebolt on the bar over the hook
on the trolley and let go of the bar. It hung horizontally over
linda.
He walked to the wall and retrieved two sets of full suspension
cuffs, two a bit longer than the others, and returned to the rear
of the silent but still bleeding linda. Swiftly, he removed her
cuffs and attached the suspension cuffs to her wrists. The sturdy
clip device at the end of the suspension straps coming up off
the cuffs through linda's palms was snapped into the downward
projecting ringbolts on each end of the bar. He quickly took the
control and lead cable down from the trolley and caused the bar
to raise until linda was tensioned between the bar and the cone
that still held her legs strapped to it. Just as swiftly, he
unstrapped her legs and attached the ankle and foot suspension
cuffs. Then, without hesitation, he raised the bar higher still
as the buried, very wet shaft exited from within her with a
sucking, popping, slurping sound; and continued to raise her
until she her dripping crotch was a foot or so above the top of
the shaft. Reaching down to linda's ankle, he spun the suspension
cuff around and trailed the leather strap and clip across the top
of her foot and between her big toe and it's neighbor and then,
placing one hand behind her heel, he raised the clip upward with
his other hand and snapped it into the ringbolt on the bar end
that held her wrist suspension strap. He quickly repeated the
process on the other side.
Linda now hung, naked, sweating and still bleeding profusely from
the bar ends, spread hugely from tip to tip of the bar.
That done, he wheeled the trolley, control in the other hand,
back toward the junction and down the room to the black leather
table, lowering her slowly with the control until she was
suspended at table height where he stopped her descent and stowed
the control box and cable overhead.
From the cell door came a loud and very wet cracking sound of
leather on flesh as a tired very exhausted voice began to plead
in response...."YES....MISTRESS......HURT ME, MISTRESS.....PLEASE
HURT ME, MISTRESS!!!"....and died off into the red lit dungeon as
the words echoed into oblivion.
Smiling, Master Paul took a clean towel from the leather covered
bench and began to clean off the blood from the suspended,
chestnut haired beauty hanging before him. Linda kept her head
back and down and swallowed slowly as he worked swiftly to mop
the sweat and the blood from her body and face.
Softly....ever so softly....and with a very telling loving
quality...came the words....."thank you...MASTER......"
As he mopped and cleaned he watched. The swallowing and sniffing
slowed and then ceased.
"Are you ready, slave?"
"Yes MASTER!" and a shiver traversed linda's body as the spread
lips of her sex contracted with the words and the shiver.
"I see you still 'hunger' for your Master, slave!"
"YES MASTER.......MORE THAN ANYTHING!!!*"
Completing the cleanup task, Master Paul walked to the tilted
back head and face, hair cascading to the floor and stood looking
into the softened eyes filled with continuing hunger and real
need for Him.
"Master?"
"Yes?"
"May your slave please give you pleasure?"
"Perhaps.......how would you 'give me pleasure', slave....?"
"With the lips and the tongue of YOUR PLEASURE, MMMMMAAAASSSS-
TTTEEERRR!"
Moving slowly forward, Master Paul placed himself within the
reach of the seeking lips and tongue......and, without hesita-
tion, they began to service and to pleasure him, licking and
sucking Him carefully and totally.......along the thighs, over
the hairy suspended sacks, taking first one that then the other
within and licking and savoring and then slowly licking the
length of him and finally taking him deep within and laving him
slowly and then, finally, furiously.
He reached outward and downward and grasped each rigid nipple
between thumb and forefinger and slowly, by means of these
'grips' slid the feverishly working tongue and mouth back and
forth along the length of his growing, rigid and sensitive shaft.
He felt the muscles in the throat contract and release around him
as he journeyed all the way inward and then repeated the process
over and over, until, at last, the rising tide gushed and shot
forward and down the waiting, clenching throat as the mouth and
the tongue and the throat muscles skillfully 'milked' the seed
from him and sent it deep into the belly of the humming, moaning,
slurping and shuddering suspended naked beauty.......a genuine
slave serving and servicing a Master as only one so truly
sexually submissive and hungering can do in an orgasmic hurricane
of sexual arousal and much much more.
Satisfied and drained, he stepped backward and slipped from the
still seeking lips and tongue. Slowly he released the nipples and
and ran his palms down the insides of the suspended, sweating and
quivering legs to the very wet juncture below, leaning forward to
reach that spot and feeling the lips and tongue seeking and
laving anew.
He swiftly stopped and backed away as the voice from below said
softly.... "have I pleased my Master with my efforts....MASTER?"
The grinning face stared upward at him.......and he walked around
her without comment to stand between her stretched, upward
tensioned legs.
Swiftly he thrust his the now pointed fingers of his left hand
into the wet hole before and below him and slid the fingers
inward until the hand, thumb tucked over the palm and extremely
short nailed finger tips wrapped together tightly, disappeared to
the wrist within her. Slowly he opened the fingers within and
began to massage the soft crowned knob within with it's split tip
or 'mouth' not unlike that on the tip of his own, now dying,
member. The reaction from the other end of the suspended naked
form was instantaneous and swift.....................
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh..........
...............yyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss.......
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!
FIST FUCK ME.................PPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE?"
Smiling.....and recognizing the 'invitation' extended by the
purposeful 'omission'............he reached over on the bench and
retrieved a long, slender riding crop of black leather with
braided shaft and two leather flapped tips.............
Swiftly, the upward raised hands bent backward at the wrist and
let go of the wrist suspension straps to lay out horizontally and
ready. The feet arched back and attempted to unhook the straps
from between the toes so they also could be extended so the soles
were horizontal............but that intentional move failed. The
straps stayed buried between the toes......until, with great
effort, the straps slipped out and the feet went instantly
horizontal.
The crop whistled through the air and connected on the
outstretched right palm. It was repeated on the left palm and
just as swiftly repeated on the two extend soles?H??$vYY?.
}?uR?then swiftly downward to slap a nipple, intentionally raised
upward to meet the downward arc of the crop. Upward went the crop
and downward on the other rising nipple; red marks left in the
aftermath in each instance. And then, above the buried Master's
hand, a swift slap at the spread wet lips above it.
"YES..........HURT ME...............FUCK ME.............."
"GOOD.......SSSSSSSOOOOOOO.........GGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!"
As the head rose up and the chin rested, with effort, on her
chest as she watched the crop make two more circuits for her
purposeful omission of the word "MASTER" after each statement.
Linda's eyes gleamed with lusting hunger....an all pervasive, all
encompassing....driving hunger..............as they swiftly
followed the arc of the crop and devoured the sights to meld with
the audible and felt slap of the crop. The nose inhaled the
sexually charged air and the mouth opened to allow the laving
tongue to lick the essence of her Master from her lips to meld
even that with the other four raging and devouring senses.
And the omissions went on and on and on......for many minutes...
....as the hungering linda flew higher and higher on the wings of
a pain and pleasure mixed flight BOTH she and her MASTER knew and
understood well............better than anyone and MORE THAN
ANYTHING*.
Finally, silence prevailed as the last slashes of the arcing crop
met their targets in administering the last of the "earned"
sevens with the deeply buried fingers mauling the cervical mouth
with carefully fingernail denuded tips........a "mark" of but one
Master in the entire world......MASTER PAUL.......the Last Master
of The Rings whose right hand has fingernails, long but male in
appearance and whose right hand indentified HIM in it's specially
prepared and "safe" way.....specially prepared to do what it now
so skillfully accomplished with ease......massaging, internally
in ways and in places only a few....the very few......fully know
and fully understand.
"Ohhhhhhh......MASTER! SO GOOD, MASTER!.....THANK YOU, MASTER!"
The crop ceased it's arcing, the score having been evened and
all the sevens earned, administered swiftly and seemingly
viciously; but the buried hand and the ever seeking and massaging
short nailed fingers continued to reek sexual and orgasmic havoc
upon the sweating, crooning, sobbing and moaning slave. That went
on for many more minutes.......followed by a wet, slurping
retraction of the hand and then a slow grasping of the small nub
in the peak of the valley, within it's "hood", between the
Master's thumb and forefinger........
"NO..........MASTER!.....PLEASE.......MASTER!!!!"
But the thumb and forefinger, nails denuded to the quick, grasped
and held the tingling nub.........tightly but not severely......
.............as the protests increased and turned to screams of
anguish and pleading............always accompanied by the
shuddering orgasmic climaxes............ALWAYS.....non-stop and
and ever increasing in intensity.
The screams rose in intensity into a continuous keening, high
pitched, 'driven' sound that echoed from the walls of the dungeon
and returned to join that ever continuous stream of sound.
........then the head and staring, disbelieving eyes went slack
and dropped backward as a long shudder traversed every fiber of
linda's body and she, at last, hung silently and limp from the
bar and the suspension straps and cuffs.
Master Paul released the thumb and forefinger grip and walked
around to look down into the face of his unconscious slave.....
...........driven to the ultimate 'flight' and out of this world
by a consummate and knowing Master who could, at will, deliver
such unbelievable and fantastic 'flights' as, if and when HE
pleased.......NOT WHEN HIS SLAVE(S) WISHED IT SO!
He reached up and released the clips on the ankle straps from
the ringbolts and lowered each foot to the floor. With the
control, he tensioned the now hanging slave upward until her feet
were flat on the floor and waited.......patiently.
A soft moan was heard and the eyes snapped open to stare at him
in disbelief....but nothing was said........NOTHING. The eyes now
contained genuine fear..............REAL FEAR.....and that fear
drove the mouth to silence.....absolute silence.
"You're 'learning', my disobedient bitch slave........my
hungering slut. Soon you will learn not to disobey me at all...
.....very soon..........where is the "eighth" small gold ring,
slave?"
"Where you taught me 'sevens', Master!"
He retrieved the small ring and stood before her.
"Extend your tongue, slave!"
DONE....no hesitation....no protest......just DONE!
He opened the ring and slipped it through the concealed small
hole in the tip of the tongue, rotated it and let it close.
The tongue remained out. Carefully he took a small wire with
loops on both ends and hooked one loop into the ever present
nipple ring....one of them. Equally carefully he slipped the
loose, looped end of the wire through the tongue ring and then
downward to the other nipple ring and connected the loop to the
ring.
Linda, meanwhile, eyes wide with fear, had anchored her chin on
her chest, knowing what was to come the minute he asked her about
the location of the infamous "eighth" ring. She wondered, in
fear, just how he knew about Alex's infamous and very punishing
"eighth" ring.............but that he DID know was now beyond any
doubt as she stared down at the extended and ring and wire held
tongue, anchored to her upturned nipples and their rings.
He reached between her legs and extracted the dripping juices
from her recent orgasms, which he carefully deposited on the
extended tongue....repeatedly, until the tongue was thoroughly
coated and dripping with the substance. He wanted her to taste
herself and the fear in her juices as he continued with her so
that she would never, EVER forget who he was and what he was to
her.....and indeed, from the look in her eyes as they stared down
at the three gold rings and the wire between them, she never
would 'forget'....EVER!
"NOW, MY MISBEHAVING BITCH....SHALL I SUSPEND YOU UPSIDE DOWN?"
No response.....just a shudder and more fear.....felt....tasted
...smelled.
Master Paul stood and watched for a long time.....and then walked
away and into the cell on the other end of the room, leaving
linda, SLAVE linda, HIS slave to contemplate her new Master and
her "old" "position".
As he walked into the room he saw the sweating blonde licking the
juices from her wet nether lips and hole from her Mistress'
fingers as Marla dipped them skillfully and presented them for
her slave's attentions and devouring. He smiled inwardly to
himself at the amazing similarity of their techniques, he and
Marla........carefully remembering Marla's uncontrolled anger and
the damage it had done earlier. Similar but with very definite
'differences'.
"I notice that your 'slave' is strangely silent, MASTER? Has she
learned her lessons WELL?"
"Go see for yourself.......BUT DON'T TOUCH HER, MISTRESS.....do
NOT touch her or speak to her.......UNDERSTOOD?"
In mock obedience......"yyyyeeeessss MMMMMAAAASSSSTTTEEEERRR"...
....followed by a retreating chuckle as she left the room.
Master Paul walked over to the blonde and said:
"Very very shortly, slave, we will introduce YOU to a TOTALLY
OBEDIENT slave........MY SLAVE! I want you to SEE and UNDERSTAND
what a REAL MASTER can do to you when YOU DARE to disobey HIM!"
"And....NEVER......EVER.....forget that there is MORE....much
much more".
Marla returned, shaking her head, and a great deal more
respectful of the man who stood bare-chested in leather pants and
barefoot before her. Together, they silently removed the blonde
from the wall and took her to linda for her object lesson in
obedience.
When the blonde saw linda she started to scream, wildly and
continuously.....and then the pleading started.......
"Oh GOD.....NO......MISTRESS........PLEASE DON'T *EVER* GIVE ME
TO *HIM*.......*EVER*..........PLEASE, MISTRESS?"
Marla chuckled and said "We shall see, bitch.....WE SHALL SEE!"
Master Paul extended his right hand and wrapped his fingers in
the blonde's hair, then tilted her head back and stared into the
fear filled blue eyes and said.......
"Mistress Marla.......I believe I would like THIS ONE for MY
OWN.....my slave... MY linda needs a companion to suffer with her
and for her and vice versa........can we arrange that?"
Marla never answered.......and the fear-filled blue eyes
literally exuded and reflected the terror those words had
instilled in the shuddering slave.
"I think linda....THIS LINDA!......(tapping the wire strung
tautly as it was).......needs someone to suffer for and to
suffer with........don't you, Mistress Marla?"
The blonde's eyes rolled back in her head and, but for the
fingers entwined in her hair, she would have crashed to the
floor.....as Master Paul slowly lowered the unconscious and
fear-strickened slave to the feet of his beloved new and
complete slave....linda.
Walking to linda, he whispered in her ear........
"and you...my pretty....my hungering....my formerly disobedient
.......wench......are now....VERY MUCH.....MINE! You wanted a
'LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS'........."
"OBSERVE THY SELF....BITCH!..........AND TASTE, SMELL, SEE, HEAR
AND FEEL WHAT YOUR MASTER....YOUR LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS....
DOES TO YOU *WITH* YOUR RINGS........."
"and *THINK* about the place I prepare for you, high above the
city, where *ALL* the rings exist....and where you will scream
and plead and prove your obedience to me in all the ways of the
past and many which you have yet to learn.........for soon the
'NEST' will be complet soon the leather things will be
fitted and made....molded to you in the tightest of ways....to
confine and to punish.....but *SOON*...above all......"
".....TO FEED YOUR UNQUENCHABLE HUNGER FOR FEAR, PLEASURE AND
PAIN AS ONLY *I*....YOUR MASTER......THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS
.............CAN DELIVER!"
(* These words are added for a very special 'someone' who knows
them well and says them with real meaning and real feeling in
ways l understood WELL.)
The End of Part III Chapter 2
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