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The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life #11
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"Linda's Epic Adventures in Life"
by
MASTER PAUL
Part 2 - Chapter 4
LINDA TENDS TO MASTER PAUL'S 'NEEDS' AS THE 'BUTTERFLY CAGE' IS BUILT
(and MISTRESS MARLA comes on the 'scene')
After the long, all day session with Master Paul in the Penthouse
apartment, Linda spent a lot of time just dreaming about him and
about her next 'session' with him (if, in fact, it ever
'happened', which she prayed and hoped it did). She absolutely
KNEW there would be a 'next session' if she had ANYTHING to say
about it and she set about making very sure that Master Paul
understood, PRECISELY how much she wanted a repeat.....no, not
REPEAT......BETTER!..... performance set up.
Laying in bed, after she had gotten off work, the night of that
fateful day Slave Linda and Master Paul had 'played together' for
the very first time, Linda tried to think of something she could
say to Paul...Master Paul......or send him......that he would
really appreciate and that would say what she wanted said in a
nice way. She decided on sending him a copy of her favorite poem
"SLOW ME DOWN, LORD" and added some pointed comments at the end
of the page along with a drawing of a butterfly, a wall pinned
butterfly, spreadeagled across the back of the envelope flap in
brilliant colors.
Laying there in bed, she also reflected on how blunt he'd been
when she'd called him at his office around five o'clock. Was he
losing interest in her? Or was he, perhaps, a bit fearful or
maybe even 'sickened' by her 'performance' today? It wouldn't be
the first 'would be Master' who had gotten 'cold feet' after the
first real encounter with her and her strange tastes and extreme
tolerances to high levels of bondage, physical and sexual
punishment and just plain pain. She'd 'lost' a dozen or more such
squeemish 'masters' whom, once she started 'training' them and
familiarizing them in her REAL wants, needs and desires, had
backed away from her for good. Paul......MASTER PAUL......didn't
seem like that type to her, she reflected, while laying there in
the bed that night.
Linda finished the 'letter', put a stamp on it, got up and put
her robe on, walked down the stairs, out the front door and down
the street to the mail box on the corner. The cool sidewalk felt
good on her bare feet as she stood in front of the mailbox under
the street light and read the 6:25AM pickup time on the box. She
chuckled as she realized that if Paul was going to get this
'letter' today, the U.S. Postal Service's vaunted "in by 9 out by
5" boast would be put to the test really well, today. Glancing
down at her watch in the dim light, she saw it was 3:22AM and,
with a yawn, inserted the 'letter' and headed back down the
street, padding along in her bare feet, to the house to get some
much needed sleep. She was very stiff and not just a little sore
from the hours of 'love making' and 'special treatments' she'd
gotten from and given to her new found, she hoped, Master Paul.
That and the five hour dancing session had made her vow that
she'd never ever again try to 'get back to normal' so quickly
after a 'session' with MASTER PAUL.
When she got back to the bedroom, Johnny had come to bed from the
front room couch and started his 'twenty questions' routine with her.
God damnit, that pissed her off. He could stay out and play
around all hours of the night (and day) with whomever he wished
and she was supposed to keep her big mouth shut and not question
him or bug him about it. Like tonight, for instance. She'd walked
in the door from work at 2:20AM and he was asleep on the couch with Gina,
from the lounge.....asleep, HELL!......he was sprawled over the
top of her spread legs (one foot on the floor and the other
hooked up over the couch back) where he had obviously 'died'
after doing his usual thing, with a blanket only partially
covering his bare, hairy little ass. She'd left him to sleep it
off still 'in the saddle' and had gone to bed, mad as hell that
he pulled such crap with Tammara in the house. Johnny could do
anything he wanted as far as she was concerned, just so long as
he didn't do it in front of her eight year old pride and joy.
Tammara WAS NOT going to end up being a 'Linda'.....no way was
she. Not if Linda had anything to say about it, anyway!
As Johnny pressed her about 'her day' Linda got really mad at him
and gave him holy hell about nosing around in her life and the
goddamn double standard 'you fucking male egotists' maintain when
it comes to what you can do as opposed to what your socalled
women are allowed to do. Linda effectively fended Johnny and his
questions off and settled in to her side of the bed, ignoring his
continued drunken bitching and protesting. Finally the booze and
the nights 'play' activities got the best of him and he fell off
into a sound sleep, snooring up a storm.
Linda lay there thinking back to Paul and the 'session,
recreating all the events of the day in her mind. As she mentally
walked herself back through this first, learning and teaching,
session with Paul....MASTER Paul.......she could feel herself
getting aroused.
"Damn", she thought, "I'd sure like to have Master Paul alone
with me in that 'basement room' and 'slave palace' back in Parkersburg...
...he'd have a ball with me and I could really teach him about
what 'makes Linda tick'.......LINDA THE SLAVE!.........". Linda
kept thinking and dreaming of Paul....MASTER Paul........being
the 'Master of the Rings' and of her being back in their cluthes and
in HIS......until the thoughts made her hornier and hornier and
she finally got up and went in the bathroom to satisfy her
'problem' by fingering herself vigorously while squeezing and
pulling her nipple and its ring with her free hand. She worked
herself to a credible climax and 'sort of' orgasm and then went
back to bed and fell asleep.
Two and a half hours later, Linda pulled herself out of the bed,
shut off the alarm clock, and went downstairs to make breakfast
and pack lunches for Johnny and Tammara. She kicked the sleeping
whore on the couch out the door and got her two 'troops' off to
work and to school. When she was sure they were both on their way
and long gone, she picked up the phone and dialed Paul's office.
The receptionist answered the phone and she asked for Paul in the
formal, business "Mr." terminology. She was informed that he was
out of the office for the day on a project and wouldn't be back
until late, if at all. Did she want to leave a message? "No, I'll
call back tommorrow", Linda had told her. The receptionist
informed her that he would be out of the state for two weeks,
starting tomorrow, and probably couldn't be reached in person
tomorrow or for the next two weeks. Was she sure she didn't want
to leave a message?
"No, that's OK," Linda said, disappointment probably showing in
the tone of her voice and voice inflections, "I'll try in couple
of weeks. It's really not THAT important that I reach him, thank you."
She hung up and sat there thinking that she just HAD to see him
sooner than two weeks from now. She wanted to find out, for sure,
if he'd 'accepted' her strange appetite for sexual and physical
abuse and bondage and her extreme need for sexual submission.
"Of course he has", she thought to herself. "Otherwise, why in
the hell would he have brought all that bondage and punishment
equipment to the Penthouse Apartment with him and 'done her thing'
all yesterday if he hadn't?".
"Oh well", she thought, "I may as well get some more sleep. I
have to work the next three days and nights at the lounge from 4
to 7PM and 9PM to 2AM."
That afternoon, while Linda was up on the stage dancing the
second number of her three number set, around 5:30PM, she saw Paul...
....Master Paul....come through the door and head for the empty
seat at his favorite end of the bar. Linda turned on the 'moves'
and started dancing like she had a reason for doing it, instead
of just 'playing at it' to tease the customers, the way she had
been doing, up until then. Paul seem to be ignoring her at first. Not
looking at her and not even acknowledging that she was there, dancing.
Linda glanced straight down at him and got no reponse. She picked
up the pace and still....nothing. The second song ended and the
third began........"You Light Up My Life".......! When she
started to move and the words started flowing from the speakers,
Paul looked up at her, in the mirror, and smiled.....a big, bold,
kind-eyed smile that made her warm all over. She turned away from
him and, looking carefully back into the mirror to see who was
watching besides him ......(no one was....they were all watching her
gyrating butt....as usual!).........Linda looked back at her
MASTER's eyes in the mirror and ran her tongue around her lips
twice, then pulled it back into her mouth and finished the rest
of her songs by placing her hands in obvious......(to her and her
Master, ONLY!).......very brief 'psuedo bondage positions', some with
her feet and arms spread out wide imitating a bound spreadeagled
and splayed or exposed position........the "mounting ring" position.
Linda even inserted the psuedo 'effects' or 'reactions' of being
hit with a cat or cane as she positioned herself spreadeagled and
'reacted' to the phantom 'punishment' from a whistling, oily,
masterfully wielded, multi-tailed lover. Her Master just watched
her eyes in the mirror, nodding his 'approval' to each new
'position' and the effects of the phantom punishment. No one else
in the place really caught on to what was going on and certainly
not why.
As she started down off the stage after that, her third and last
number of the set, Linda looked over her shoulder at him and was
met by those kindly, pale blue eyes staring back and a big broad smile.
She walked around the bar and made her 'rounds', stopping to talk
with the regulars and then wandered over to the far end of the
U-shaped bar and slid quietly into the chair along side her blue-eyed,
bearded, tall, new master.......MASTER PAUL.........whom she
had chosen to be her THIRD REAL MASTER.
He turned and stared into her eyes............Linda.....Slave Linda....
......just sort of 'melted' inside and slid down in the highbacked
swiveled bar chair along side him..............and lowered her
head and her eyes so that she was looking up at him from a
'humbled' position...............
Paul turned around and looked at her downturned head and upturned
eyes with a stearn look on his face........and Linda slid further
down into the chair, lowered her eyes, rotated the chair toward
him and spread her stocking legs out wide on either side of his chair.
She took her hands off the chair arms and slid them behind her
back and clasp them there.......and said in a low voice, "is.......MY....
....MASTER.....in need of his....SLAVE.......again, SIR?" with
the emphasis where it BELONGED, as she had learned long ago.
"Ummm, Hummmmmmmmm.........he has all kinds of needs,.......SLAVE!",
........."and is the pretty, misbehaving, 'untamed'.......SLAVE LINDA...
....PREPARED....to saftisfy those needs?".............or is she
still thinking of only herself and her inconsequential
needs.........?", came the low and demanding reply from Paul.
Without hesitation, Linda replied in a low voice, eyes and head
still lowered, legs splayed out around his chair and hands clasp
in the small of her back behind her....."Ohhhhhhhhh...........
..........YYYYEEEESSSS............MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR......
.......she most DEFINITELY............IS!!!!", came the emphasized,
low, slow and drawn out reply from Linda,......without hesitation.
Paul looked around the lounge and saw that no one was watching them
and noted that there was no one on their side of the U-shaped bar.
When he had assured himself that no one could see what he was about
to do to Linda, he carefully and deliberately leaned slightly forward
toward her, sliding his right hand up her hose covered left leg,
over her thigh and patted the crotch of the bikini dancing costume.....
.....and then, slowly and in a low voice said........"I'm going
to have a 'surprise' for you......SLAVE.......one of these days....
....very very soon..........a REAL surprise......one that will
make you all wet and keep you that way for a long, LONG time......
........perhaps, even PERMANENTLY, when you think about it....which
you will.....all the time...........would you like that, .........
....BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY?.............would you like having your
'wings' pinned by your......MASTER?...........so you can REALLY.....
.........FLY?"
The hand slid flat over her dampening dance costume crotch piece,
fingers aimed downward between her quivering cheeks and tightened
so that he was 'gripping' her in a most obscene (but unseen, by
anyone else) way...........and he slid the thin bikini strip
covering aside and thrust three fingers into her wet sex and then
spread them, stretching her further open...............and slowly
slid the fingers in and out while watching her sheepish, up
turned eyes gaze at him with increasing lust and desire.........
Removing the fingers, he pulled the cloth strip back over her
teased organ and then gripped it and slid it back and forth
through the valley he had just briefly 'plundered'............
"Indeed, I have a REAL surprise for you, beautiful BUTTERFLY.....
.....and one you will TRUELY love with all your being....and,
perhaps, FEAR, with part of that being.......also.........is that
what you wanted to hear, BUTERFLY?......does that 'turn you on'?,
he asked her ever so gentlely but ever so firmly.
"OOOOHHHHH......YYYYEEEESSSS,.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR.......ummmmmm,
yyyyeeesss.............I LLLIIIKKKEEE surprises from my...........
.......MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!, " Linda responded in a low throaty
voice, staring alternately at what his right hand was doing and
then into his pale blue eyes and literally melting into the high
backed seat as her hormones flowed wildly and she got wetter and wetter
with each tensioning of that cloth strip being dragged back and
forth over her splayed and spread nether lips.
Satisfied that he had stirred Linda up sufficiently, Paul
withdrew his hand and turned back toward the bar. Linda remained
where she was, taking in small, barely audible gasps of breath as
she tried to calm herself down.
Looking over his shoulder at her trying to 'get herself together',
Paul asked her quite matter of factly, "Would you like a nice
cool drink, Linda?.......to slack your thirst and cool you down a
little bit?..........BUTTERFLIES DON'T 'FLY' IN BARS,....YOU KNOW?"
Linda took a few seconds to come around to a normal response mode
and then said quietly...."yes, PLEASE,.....SIR.....a J&B on the
rocks with a twist will do fine,....PLEASE.....",and very quietly
and subdued....., ".....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, SSSSSSIIIIIIRRRRRR?"
as more of a question than an answer.
He ordered two J&B's on the rocks and when they came he and Linda
sat quietly, a little ways apart, facing the bar, and talked
normally for about fifteeen or twenty minutes,......his necessary
'reinforcing' completed and the Master/Slave relationship
satisfied for the moment, at least. Linda asked him to stick
around until her shift was over at Seven O'clock. Paul said he
had a better idea and would come back to meet her for a quick
dinner in between shifts. He asked her if she'd like to eat at
the Chinese Kitchen about two and a half or three miles away.
Did she want to meet him there?
Linda told him she didn't have the car....Johnny had it out
whoring around again.......she'd had to ride in to the Lounge
with Tina, one of the other dancers......and that she was going
to have to ride back home with her later tonight when she got off
work. Paul told Linda he'd meet her out front of the Lounge at a
little after Seven.......say Seven-Ten? She said that was fine
and they sat there and talked about 'little things' for another
fifteeen or twenty minutes until Linda had to get up and play her
next set of three songs. As they talked they had stared into each
others eyes lovingly and gentlely, each savoring the presence of
the other as if there was no tomorrow. The words didn't much count....
...it was the proximity and the 'looks' that mattered....and they
both knew it.....WELL!
When Linda got up, she stepped toward Paul and leaned over so her
mouth was an inch or so from his ear and said.......These three
are for you, Paul.....MY MASTER PAUL...........THE 'BUTTERFLY
COLLECTOR'............these are JUST FOR YYYOOOUUU,.............
............MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!" and then turned an walked
away toward the juke box.
And....INDEED......they WERE!!!
.........along with all the 'hidden' gestures, motions and positions....
........which Linda weaved into her dancing for her Paul.........her
MASTER Paul..........in a most imperceptible way........through those
three very 'special' numbers..................her eyes continually
locked on his when she was facing the mirror.....................
When she finished she got down and started to walk around the
huge U-shaped bar toward him.......................but he was GONE!
At 7:10PM, on the button, Linda came out of the front door of the
Lounge in her halter top, shorts and sandals with her large brown
purse slung over her shoulder and headed for the far back row of
the parking lot and the big idling Lincoln Town Car sitting there
with its blue eyed, bearded driver slid down in the driver's
seat, head back against the head rest, eyes closed.............
Linda opened the door and slid in onto the front seat, setting
her purse on the floor in the middle of the car, and shut the
door quietly. Paul didn't move.
Linda swung around to face him and pulled her legs up on the
broad seat under her and let them spread out as wide as the seat
would allow. Settling back down on the seat, her behind now
lowered to the seat surface beteen her spread legs, she lowered
her head in the now familiar 'humble' position and gazed upward
at Paul.....Master Paul.....and said........................
"................ummmmmmmm, I think my MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR
may need something besides 'food' to satisfy his...............
...........HHHUUUNNNGGGEEERRRSSSS.............doesn't he.......
.................MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR????"
Paul raised his head up off the head rest and turned toward her.
Looking stearnly into her downcast eyes, he put the big car in gear
and eased it out of the parking space and out through the lot
toward the street. As the car turned onto the side street that
led back to the parking lot and lounge, Linda slid forward on the
seat until her knees were against his leg, keeping her head down
and her eyes humbly focused on her Master in the process........
She reached down with her right hand and slid the zipper on his
slacks all the way down, carefully and skillfully unbuckled his
belt, unbuttoned the top of his slacks and peeled them back to
either side of his hips and then pushed his shorts down his hairy
lower stomach and reached under them and gentlely retrieved his
growing shaft, while tucking the top of the shorts beneath it and
the two loose sacks under it. Paul smiled, but said nothing
whatever, concentrating on the driving as best he could.
Linda lowered her eyes to concentrate on the object of her hand's
attentions.........as she circled the base of the growing member
with her thumb and forefinger and applied gentle and then firmer
pressure and then began to stroke him in short half inch to one
inch slow motions. As the car sped down the side street with its
'preoccuppied' driver, Linda slowly lowered her head until her
lips were a fraction of an inch above the rising flesh and
carefully and gentlely inserted her tongue into the small split
at the top of the head and moved it back and forth.......then
retracted the tongue and sighed............"ummmmmmmm, ssssoooo
GGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD"............followed by a return of the
darting tongue which this time rimmed the head and began licking
the underside and its 'channel' that lead to the split opening in
the head.................................
Paul took a deep breath and tried to concentrate his clouding
eyes on the road and the approaching stop light at the main
thoroughfare leading to the Chinese Kitchen a couple or three
miles down the road.....but said nothing to her....nothing at all.
The pressure caused by the thumb and forefinger ringing the base
of his cock and the shorts pressing his balls up against the
rising shaft was driving him quickly upward into a sexual frenzy,
not to mention the 'attentive' tongue that now swept over the
shaft with skillfull and deliberate teasing.............and the
hot breath of the perpetrator of all this 'attention' blowing
ever more strongly on the increasingly wet shaft............
As the car came to a halt at the traffic light turning red, the
laving tongue retreated, wetting the lips positioned just a
fraction of an inch above him...............and then slowly the
brown haired head sank downward and the now rigid shaft slid
gentlely through the gripping lips until it was totally contained
within the attentive mouth with it's constantly laving and
swishing tongue and the grasping, gulping throat that now had a
firm lock on the sensitive head..............................
.............and Paul realized that somehow Linda had gotten her
teeth out of the way and was smooth lipping and gumming the base
of his cock just above the ringing thumb and finger............
...........Linda, moaned deep in her throat and increased the
attention she was giving the 'best part' of her Master.......
and began slowly and then more quickly to raise up and lower back
down onto him, increasing both the length and the tightness of
the stroking with her ringing lock at the base................
The thirty second light changed but the big car stood still........
............an angry horn sounded from behind, causing the
'distracted' Paul to release the brakes and hit the accelerator....
....as the car advanced into the intersection.................
When the traffic coming through had cleared, the horn sounded
from behind again and Paul swung the car into the east bound curb
lane of the main thoroughfare..............while the 'busy' Linda
took note of none of it all and continued to increase the
pressures and the frequencies of the now wild 'strokes' being
administered to Paul's expanded and stiff shaft............the
moans and the snorting intakes of breath between insertions and
releases of the head in her throat increased continually as she
began skillfully to draw his seed upward from the trapped,
squeezed sacks............................................
At the next stoplight about a mile or so down the road, the car
slid to a screeching halt.............and the 'attentions' in
Paul's 'lap' increased ten fold as Linda brought him screaming to
a full climax before the light had changed.
Paul moaned loudly and gasped as his sperm rose up into Linda's
rising mouth and the gripping lips.....................and Linda
stopped her upward motion with her lips locked around the
underside of the swollen, spurting head............slashing the
expert tongue back and forth across the spitting, open slit and
pushing the fluid she was so skillfully 'milking' from him off
into her cheeks to wait for her later attentions.............
When the light changed, Paul was coming back down from his 'trip'
and managed to get the car underway and headed down the road
reasonably straight................while the ministering Linda
continued to 'catch' and 'store' the milky, tangy fluids in her mouth.
Paul took his hand off the back of the seat and lowered it to the
top of Linda's sandy brown head and gentlely stroked her hair as
the collecting tongue and trapping lips continued their task.
A half a mile further down the road, the lips loosened and the
head rose upward until he was again free of them............and
then tilted sideways and lowered slowly, allowing a darting
tongue to bath and clean the reddened shaft from top to bottom as
a pair of eyes with a curious, loving look stared up into Pauls.
He alternated between watching the road and watching the loving
eyes stare up at him as the tongue continued its chosen
'cleaning' task. When she was finished, Linda raised her head up
and carefully released the still rigid shaft and began gentlely
returning it to it's 'resting place', carefully inserting her
fingers in the waistband of his shorts and freeing the now tight
and compact twin fleshy globes and sliding them gentlely back
into their 'place'.
She lifted outward on the shorts and brought them upward to their
normal position with the back of her hand while the palm slid
smoothly along the length of the shaft, and stopping, patted the
head, which was now laying against Pauls hairy lower belly, still
erect and still VERY sensitive. He gave a slight jerk and went through
the throes of yet another post orgasmic ejaculation.......which Linda
took note of by scooping the milky fluid up with her fingers and then
raising them to her lips and licking and sucking them clean, not ever
blinking her eyes or their gazing stare off of his eyes...............
Once cleaned, the fingers returned to pull the flaps of his
slacks back together, pull up the zippper, button the button at
the top and reinsert the belt loop in the buckle and tighten it
and lock it to the position where it had been and belonged.
All that skillfully and completely done and accomplished, she
raised the still wet hand and stroked the beard on the left side
of his face as she began to tilt her head backward, inches from
and to the right and in front of him.............
...........where the lips parted and the tongue emerged covered
with his seed and rolled slowly back and forth, savoring its
coating..............and then retreated as the head tilted
further back, eyes still on his, and the throat muscles began to
devour the tangy product of her efforts.
As the careful and sexily articulated swallowing process proceeded
Linda let out a soft............."ummmmmm, my Master's cum tastes
so good...........................so very very GGGOOOOOODDDD!"
Paul gazed at this self styled SLAVE through clouded eyes and said,
........"my God, woman, I could have wrecked the car!......What
would people have said finding us locked together that way
smashed into another car or a telephone pole?"
The quiet reply from the lowered head, his hand still resting on
top of it, downcast eyes, servile and humble, came lowly an slowly
out of the still sticky wet lips................................
"MY MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR handled his 'duties' and his..........
.............OBEDIENT SERVANT AND SSSSLLLLAAAAVVVVEEEE handled hers,
........MASTER!.............now one of my Master's 'hungers' is
satisfied and his Slave has had her favorite 'appetizer' before dinner!"
Paul looked into the pitifully loving and admiring eyes and
smiled, emitting a long surpressed chuckle as he did. "Yes, Linda....
............you ARE.............DIFFERENT! Very, very diferent."
She tilted her head back upright and turned it sideways toward
his extended arm where she kissed the hairy forearm and licked it
lovingly for a few seconds and then turned back to say............
"I've wanted to do that to you since the first time I saw you, Paul.....
......my Master Paul! You do taste good and you're such a complete
joy to love and attend to......................you really are! Is
that the first time anyone's ever gotten you off while you drove
down the road,..........MASTER?"
"Ummmm, Hummmmmmmm.......... the VERY FIRST TIME,....lovely Slave!"
The drive into the restaurant parking lot approached on the right.
Lowering his other hand to the wheel from the top of Linda's head,
Paul turned in, sped to the back of the parking lot and parked the
car. Once the ignition was off, he turned toward Linda and looked
at her..............
Linda had slid back across the seat and was again perched in the
spread legged, behind on the seat, head lowered and eyes downcast
position. Quite the humble slave, once again, spread open and
awaiting her master's orders...............OR ATTENTIONS........
as he might choose. The position she now occuppied became a
'normal' 'resting position' during all of the times they played
together from then on. When she was on a floor or a bed, she
could manage to keep her knees and legs far far apart, spreading
herself open and ready for him in the process.............she did
it with ease, with skill and in a way that invited his attentions.
AND,.......she always put her hands and arms behind her back,
locked hand gripping forearm to hand gripping forearm......without
ever EVER being told to do it. From that day forward, it was just
something she did automatically when they were alone....anyplace.
Paul looked around outside the car and, seeing no one in sight,
reached over and pulled the halter top upward above her breasts
exposing the pert orbs and their ringed nipples. He teased the
pointed ringed objects with his finger tips, with both hands and
circled them carefully and gentlely.
Continuing to play with her this way, he raised one hand to her
downturned mouth and inserted his index finger between her lips
where the still sticky tongue laved it and carressed it carefully
and dutifully, her eyes still downcast and not daring, now, to
look up at his.
As Linda stared downward at his fingers playing with her, she saw
them withdraw and the hand turn backward a few inches from her
teased breast. She gave a quick snorting intake of breath just as
the finger tips shot tpoward her stationary breast and nipple.....
.........but never flinched when they connected..........just
moaned and sucked and laved harder on the finger in her mouth.
The hand punished both breasts and their nipples mercilessly for
a full thirty seconds or so while she watched through glazing, glassey
eyes. Then they stopped and the finger withdrew from her
suctioning mouth.
"THANK YOU, MASTER." was the only thing that came from Linda's mouth.
A forefinger and thumb approached each nipple, raised the rings
to horizontal and grasped each nipple from the top and bottom, as
a moaning and humming sound rose in Linda's throat.
As they tightened down on each nipple, the sound rose in pitch
and a hisssssing "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................." could be
heard from the downward pointed mouth and head.
Paul held her tightly that way for another thirty or forty seconds
and then released his grip...........which brought a hissssing....
"...............uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........." from her lips.
"One of these days, Slave, I'm going to put that ring back in
your nose and wire those nipples of yours back up the way they belong",
Paul said to her softly.
"YES, MASTER," came the reply and nothing else.
"And one of these days I'm going hang you up and punish you until
you beg me to stop............absolutely BEG me to quit.......SLAVE!",
Paul told her in a more firm voice this time.
"YYYYEEEESSSS, MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR!" came the obedient reply.
While Paul was doing all this he was watching her spread crotch
where the shorts were becoming darker and darker from the
increasing flow of 'juices' brought on by his attentions.
He reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and
then thrust his hand down her lower belly, palm inward and began
playing with her wet lips and their wetter 'contents' and
fingering her four 'cunt rings'................slowly bringing
her breath to a fever pitch and causing her to emit passion
filled moans and sighs. When he had gotten her to a frenzy of
sound and breathing he again grasped the nipple with his free
hand and squeezed it tightly...........and then turned his hand
slightly to add a torturing, twisting motion to the already
horrendous punishment he was inflicting.....................
Linda let out and "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS
MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTTEEEEEETRRRRRR............" groaning
moaning scream and shuddered to a climax as he thrust his fingers
deep inside her.
As the orgasm died away, he let go of her nipple and removed his
wet hand from her shorts. As the hand rose, Linda lowered her
head and licked his fingers clean of herself...........laving and
tonguing every last drop from his fingers and hand.
As he withdrew the now clean but wet hand, she said only one thing:
"THANK YOU,..................MASTER."
He raised her bowed head up with his hand and kissed her full on
the lips after which he said,...."you're MOST WELCOME.......SLAVE!"
And then pulled her halter top back down and zipped up and
buttoned her shorts for her. Linda remained, kneeling and spread
with her arms clasp behind her the whole time.
Paul reached into her purse, extracted her full dentures, tilted
her head back and as Linda opened her mouth, he carefully
inserted them. She positioned them with her tongue and again
lowered her head.
"Linda, I'm building you a 'BUTTERFLY CAGE'............a very
SPECIAL CAGE with all sorts of terrifying and new equipment to
teach you how to BEHAVE...................for this, your THIRD,
and I hope, LAST..............MASTER", Paul told her matter of factly.
"YESSSSSSS, MASTER", came the only reply.
"Tommorrow, at One O'Clock I'll take you out to get measured and
'fitted' a 'friend's' saddle and leather shop for some SPECIAL EQUIPMENT
I have in mind for you, SLAVE."
"YESSSSS, MASTER", came the answer, again.
"Will you be ready for me to pick you up at One tomorrow afternoon?"
"Yes, Master".
That out of the way, Paul tilted her head back with a hand on her
chin and kissed her wetly and longly on the lips, inserting his
tongue in her mouth and having it greeted by its eager counterpart
on the other end. Paul withdrew, finally, and reaching around
Linda, he lowered her clasped arms and pulled her hands in front
of her where he gentlely raised them palm up and kissed each
palm, licking it gentlely as he did and then set them on the seat
between her legs.
"Now, Linda, my love......the LOVE OF MY LIFE..........let's go
eat chinese food, shall we?"
"Yes, SIR!........your slave has worked up QUITE AN APPETITE
after her SPECIAL APPETIZER a while ago", she said with a silly
smirk on her face.
"I'll bet SHE HAS", Paul replied.
During dinner, Linda told him that her friend Marla was coming by
the lounge tonight and wanted to meet him, if he didn't mind.
Paul querried her about Marla but all he got was that Marla was
'special' to her just as Paul was.....only different....and that
Paul would 'enjoy' meeting Marla, she was sure.
When they got back to the car and started toward the lounge at
about 8:30PM, Linda slid over on the seat next to him as he drove
out of the parking lot. She leaned over and put her mouth next to
his ear and whispered.............."I LOVE YOU, MASTER.....I really
and truly do..........and I want you to be my PERMANENT Master.....
....to learn me....to teach me.........to take me and enjoy me.....
to punish me when I'm BBBAAAADDDD...............and make me do
what you want me to do.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!...............does
my Master understand what his Slave is saying?"
Paul merely nodded and she licked his ear as she placed her hand
gentlely between his spread legs...............then carefully wet
his ear with her tongue and blew in it gentlely before saying......
"...........and I can make you sssssooooo hhhhhaaaaappppppppppyyyyy,
MASTER..............so very very happy."
Paul sighed and said......"Not AGAIN, you she devil of a slave witch!
You'll wreck the car and get us both killed!"
She continued to lave his ear with her tongue; darting it in and
out and breathing on the wet surface as she slowly stroked his
manhood through his pants causing what Paul had thought was a
spent cock to begin rising once more to the careful attentions
being lavished on it. The thing had a 'mind of its own' when
Linda started attending to it...........one that she very
obviously controlled when Paul let her......and he was not in a
mood to stop her just now.
"Come on, Linda, you sex crazy bitch slave..........you ARE going
to get us both killed if you keep that up", Paul told her.
"Then may your slave make a slight 'suggestion' and suggest that
you find a place to pull off the road for a while.........since
she still has about twenty minutes to serve him................
.......if my MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, desires 'service'........SIR?....
.......to satisfy what seems to be his....ENDLESS HUNGER!!!" she
said softly into his wettened ear.
Paul glanced around and saw a row of darkened buildings off on
the right, then quickly turned off the thoroughfare onto the
service road in front of them and slid the big car in behind them
up next to a vacant loading dock and hidden from prying eyes.
As soon as the car came to a stop and Paul had turn off the ignition,
Linda said, "Please slide over in the passenger's seat.....Master...
.......SIR!" Paul started to slide over as Linda unzipped her shorts,
slid them down her legs onto the floor, and then turned around, knelt
down on the floor facing the seat and hiked Paul's right leg over
her head and down on the seat so she was between his spread
legs, kneeling on the floor of the car, facing him. She
carefully unzipped, unbottoned and unbuckled his slacks, once
more, except this time, she slide the slacks and his shorts down
his legs, over his knees and down to the floor where they stayed
around his ankles.
Linda quietly pushed him back and reclined the seat, and then in the
broad but dying daylight, made careful and thorough love to him
on the front seat of the car..........leaving nothing out as she
went about her slave maiden's subservient duties of 'servicing' him one
more time.
In the end, after licking, sucking and laving him to another
raging hardon, while pleading with him that she was 'just doing
her full duty as his slave and handmaiden' to avoid being
'punished' as an unattentive slave, Linda had slid up on the seat
facing him, swung her bent leg over his lap, and slowly lowered
herself down onto his standing, swollen shaft until she had it
buried full length inside of her and was staring into his smokey
eyes from inches away.....................leaning over him.
Linda kissed the end of his nose and then snuggled in tight to
him and ran her tongue up and down his neck, finishing by trading
a long, tongue involved kiss on his lips and then drew back a
ways and raised up slowly until the head of his shaft was gripped
in the mouth of her talented 'pussy'..............while
moving her arms to the horizontal, behind the back, 'slave position'
she had assumed on the seat next to him earlier.
She lowered her head and cast her eyes downward as she began a
slow descent down the length of his throbbing member with the
tight sheath and its convulsive but controlled contractions and
relaxations. In the 'slave position', this time straddling her MASTER
in the slave's spread legged position, arms locked horzontal
behind her and with her MASTER's shaft buried deep up inside her
for her slave's carefull sheathing and attentions, she 'serviced'
him
As Linda worked in her humbled, bowed position to slowly and
methodically sheath and unsheath his member in it's spread open
and survile 'scabbard', offered without word or comment by the
'servicing' slave, Paul reached behind her and locked her arms
together with a large hand as he whipped the halter top up off her
heaving breasts and began punishing the ringed nipples in earnest.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH........................." came the
hisssing moan from the downturned face as he jammed her arms
upward to lift her up on the shaft and then dropped her to plunge
back down...............and, with the other hand dealing fearful
punishment to the exposed nipples at the same time..............
......AND.....AGAIN....THEY 'FLEW'.......TOGETHER.......Linda to
the combined sex and pain orgasm and Paul to levels of pleasure
and a climax he had never known before............especially on
the front seat of his own car (or anyone else's, for that matter!),
without the 'aid' of a single human hand and little if any
'normal' motions of standard sexual intercourse.......except at
the very end when Linda felt him cumming inside her and rose up
until he almost slipped out of her........and then drove fiercely
downward slamming into his legs...........and repeated that
process so that she quickly unsheathed and then resheathed the
spurting shaft with a tight gripping skill and the driving
'strokes' that took every ounce of Paul's 'need' from him and
left him thoroughly spent. He had ceased to punish Linda's
reddened breasts and nipples when she had let out a wild panting
scream and shuddered to her orgasm almost simmultaneously with his.
When he got his breath back, Paul reached up and yanked Linda's
head backward with a firm grip in her sandy brown hair and stared
into her eyes lovingly and said stearnly........."my little slave
bitch, you are in for a real 'session' in the very near future.....
.....one you will never, ever forget and always remember......no matter
where you go or what you do.............SOON, SLAVE........S-O-O-N....
......your every pore in and every hair on your body and your every
move will be mine to do with as....I......WANT.....AND PLEASE........
....to punish unmercifully and ruthlessly......and to extract the
utmost of obedience................DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM
SAYING TO YOU..........BITCH SLAVE?"
"YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS.............MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEEERRRRRR!"
came the reply as those words and those words alone brought
the still 'mounted' Linda to another shuddering mini-orgasm.
Paul watched her 'spend' herself as she stared downward into his eyes
and shivered in satisfaction and fearful anticipation of the
promised events to come.
After a couple of minutes of staring at each other, still
sexually joined, Linda raised up off Paul's still stiff shaft and
slide back down on the floor on her knees, where she again leaned
forward and cleaned his glistening cock with her tongue until it
was devoid of the sticky fluids, and again, with an obscene look
on her face, exhibited the mouth full of cum and made a another
great production of swallowing it.
Linda restored Paul's clothing carefully and lovingly and lifted
his right leg back over her head. Paul slid into the drivers seat
behind the wheel and started the car as Linda pulled herself up
onto the passenger seat, turned facing him and knelt down on the
seat in the spread kneed, ass cheeks on the seat, arms clasped
behind her back and head bowed position. Her halter was still up
off her breasts and her shorts were still on the floor as Paul
drove out from behind the buildings and back to the Lounge.
When he had parked in the back row and turned off the engine,
Linda took her left hand from behind her back, eyes still
downcast and head bowed, and with her hand, grasped his right hand,
and guided it to the middle of her spread legs and began slowly and
methodically to insert his fingers in her and dip out the products
of their love making from deep inside her...........then
raising the hand to her lips, she cleaned it slowly and lovingly with
her tongue and returned the hand to get more. This process was
repeated a half dozen times until she was satisfied she had the
job completed, after which, she returned his hand to his lap.
In continued silence, Linda removed the other hand from behind
her, pulled her halter down, then turned around and put her
shorts back on. She slid her feet into her sandals, picked up her
purse, opened the door and stepped out into the parking lot.
Paul watched the door close and Linda walk across the parking lot
to the Lounge. It was 8:55PM.
Paul sat there for a long while, perhaps 15 or 20 minutes, smoked
a cigarette and relaxed while he contemplated the past almost two
hours of 'unusual' occurrences with Linda....Slave Linda.....and
then decided he'd go in the lounge and have a few drinks to relax
further and contemplate further his new 'slave acquisition' in person...
........and see what her 'coming down' reactions were. He was
curious beyond belief about her moods, modes and personalities
that she seemed to turn off and on at will.
When he entered the Lounge, the bar seats were all full, including
his favorite end seat, so he walked to the rear of the Lounge and
took a seat in the last booth on the wall opposite the bar and
dance stage, next to the hallway to the back door and the restrooms.
The juke box was on the other side of the hallway. His booth and
it bracketed the hallway on either side. He sat down in the booth seat
up against the back wall and slid into the corner so he could see
the whole place from that far, back, corner seat. It was then that
he noticed a little short guy with a beard sitting in his 'usual'
seat at the bar, talking to what looked like a bunch of construction
workers sitting in a row next to him.
About that time, B.J. stepped up to the booth and asked him what
he wanted. "A J&B on the rocks, please", he replied.
"You're new here, aren't you?", B.J. asked.
"Uhh, Huhhhh............started coming in here about three weeks ago...
.....nice place.....even nicer people!", Paul answered.
"You're kinda 'sweet on' Linda, aren't cha?", she asked.
"And you're kinda nosey....aren't cha, B.J.?", he replied.
"Soooo, you know my name, do ya? Know how I got it,......BIG BOY?...PAUL....
........seeeee.......I know your name too!", she shot back.
"I've heard how you got it,......but seeing and feeling beats 'hearing',
B.J., my love!"
She shrugged and started to walk away, but turned back......"by the way,
Paul, that's Linda's HUSBAND Johnny sitting over there in.....YOUR......
...SEAT....and those are his carpenter buddies!"............and THEN she
walked away.
Paul eyeballed the little guy sitting in his 'normal' seat and as he did,
he saw a tall, very well formed woman with black hair and a dark
complexion wearing a black pair of slacks, black blouse and black
leather jacket come through the front door and walk all the way
across the room to the dancers' dressing room door in the other
back corner of the Lounge opposite where Paul was sitting. She
open the door to the dressing room and disappeared inside.
End of Part 2 Chapter 4
of
"LINDA'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE"
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