Archive-name: Slaves/lind102.txt
Archive-author: Master Paul
Archive-title: The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life


                LINDA'S PAST - PART 1 - CHAPTER 2

   MEMORIES OF THE PAST FLOW BACK AS LINDA HUNTS A "NEW" MASTER

With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the moustached and
bearded big guy at the back right end of the U-Shaped bar, Linda
started her second number........a Beach Boys tune she loved. She
whipped into action, whirling around the stage in her pale blue bikini
top and pale blue bikini pants, but keeping her eyes glued to the mirror
all along the back of the stage and locked on the sexy big guy.
She never looked at him directly, but, instead always through the
huge mirror. She noted, (and so did her body as it continued to become
more sexually aroused and sexually stimulated), that he was locked onto her
eyes and never took HIS eyes off them.

She wriggled her ass at him; she shook her pert little breasts at
him; she, literally, used every trick she'd learned since she left the
farm in Delaware to get him to look at her BODY,........but he
never took his eyes off her eyes, no matter what she did. As the
song came to a close she couldn't help comparing this tall, large framed,
bearded male to that huge, handsome hulk and hunk of a man, who had so
"forcefully" and permanently entered her young life, in that strange 
basement room, in Parkersburg, that fateful and punishing night, years ago 
as she remained bound in leather straps, gagged and suspended between
stainless steel body forming and shaping rods, on her knees with
her arms and hands locked straight down toward the floor, her legs
spread wide, with the rubbery, hot, now wet, vibrating, at first sexually 
satisfying, twin male "engines" buried deeply and thickly to the hilt in her
hurting, but very wet, female sexual passage and up her stretched anal canal.

Hilda.....MISTRESS HILDA!.... had left the room a L-O-N-G time ago and the 
twin, pseudo male organs were still running rampant, at their highest possible 
setting, deep inside her protruding and sweat coated body, driving her to one
ogasmic peak after another, all be it farther and farther apart,
as her sexual recovery period got longer and longer and the pain
wracking, post orgasmic contractions and spasms lasted longer and
longer before subsiding to allow her to start her build up to yet
another swelling, mind engulfing, orgasmic orgy of pleasure followed by yet
another "round" of EXTREME pain. How many times, she tried to recall now, 
had she "come" in that position down there in that steaming hot, black vinyl 
walled room with the white vinyl floor mat, mirrored ceiling and gimbaled
stainless steel "artful" rings firmly pinned into the reflecting ceiling 
above, into the padded white floor below and into each other, with all those 
dimly illuminated, rather vague looking, strange "tools of the trade" hanging 
on the far, ominous, black wall behind them?

As her selected third tune started, Linda swayed sexily and wantonly back
and forth, staring carefully and continuously into the mirror and, thus, 
into those kind but firm eyes that stared ever back at her, just
as constantly, almost lovingly, but with a smiling and knowing quality about 
them and their owner that told Linda this was no "ordinary" male. No, this one 
knew her inside out without touching her, without saying a word to her! And he 
knew she was somehow "special", (she could sense it), just as she knew the 
same about him!. KNEW IT! He had that masterful but gentle quality about him 
that, late that one night in Parkersburg in that basement room, had driven her 
wild with passion and with the mindless, unreasoned desire to please in any 
way that she possibly could..........TO OBEY AND SUBMIT!....and to love, to 
lick and lave, to suck and devour, to be fondled, to be licked, to be sucked,
and to be thoroughly filled and stuffed full of her MASTER as she
had been driven to incredible heights of sexual satisfaction in ways she had 
never dreamed possible, as she was carefully put through one new "experience"
after another, while begging and moaning for still more. 

As Linda locked the potent memories in her mind, reminding herself of the
"stakes" involved, her eyes stayed locked to the gentle stranger's eyes as
she danced and swayed her wanton sexually wicked best, and her
mind, once again, drifted backward in time and over all those
many intervening years, to the tepid basement room in the whore's club in
Parkersburg to re-create and embellish the first time she'd ever met such a 
man.............A MASTER..........her OWN very special FIRST master!

She recalled that she had just been coming down from an orgasmic peak
that fateful night in that basement room in Parkersburg, shuddering in her
leather straps and stainless steel "Iron Maiden" frame, when she first
heard the padded but firm foot steps behind her on the soft, white,
matted, floor. Her head was raised up, eyes staring ahead and locked in
that position that had forced her to stare forward at the large, almost 
majestic, stainless steel, gimbaled rings that occupied the darkened center 
of the room, with all those frightening instruments of as yet unexperienced 
bondage and punishment that hung dimly suspended from the far black, vinyl 
wall beyond the rings. The wide leather strap that tightly
stretched across her forehead and had locked her head between her framing
stainless steel rod "captor", the painful stainless steel ring in
her mouth just behind her teeth that anchored her mouth in its opened and 
vulnerable, straight ahead position with it's complimenting ball gag and
leather strap pulled deeply and securely into the ring and her six inch wide
leather neck strap that anchored her neck in its entirely immobile position 
and had not allowed her to turn her head even a fraction of an inch to see 
what was causing the sounds she had heard. She had tried to look upward into 
the mirrored ceiling but, all she been able to see was a downward view of 
the stainless steel gimbaled rings in the center of the large room and a 
different downward, dimmed view of the masses of leather straps, whips, 
hoods and other objects she had seen very infrequently before in her young 
and budding twenty years, even considering that two of them had been as a
paid prostitute in this very place! WELL PAID!

Suddenly, a gentle set of fingers, belonging to the mysterious noise maker,
touched the sweat covered, rounded curve of her buttocks and gently moved 
back and forth through the beaded rivers that had been pouring from her body 
for what seemed like an eternity. The fingers slowly glided over her straining 
behind and slid gentlely, carefully and purposefully along her hip and forward 
across the ten inch wide leather strap that held her shuddering abdominal 
muscles rigidly locked to her outlining "maiden's frame" of stainless steel 
rods that held her rigidly in its firm confines until, finally the hand had 
reached the base of her sexually arroused and swollen, down thrust, tingling 
breast as its muscles spasmed in time with her post orgasmic tremors.

The hand paused, and then slowly decended down the sweat covered outer slope 
of her then twenty year old, small but shapely breast, moving ever downward
and so tantalizingly across the hanging small mound until in caressed the 
rigid, now tingling nipple in the center. The finger quickly withdrew, leaving
Linda with only a phantom sensation of its former presence and then, suddenly, 
she felt finger tips brushing across her BOTH her hypersensitized nipples. 
Gently; Lovingly; with an ease and a touch that drove her wild with sexual
excitement and longing; and even wilder with curiosity. This had to be another 
woman. No man could touch a woman like THAT! There wasn't a male alive
who could do what those fingers were doing, she had thought, as the fingers 
once more withdrew.

The mysterious fingers returned and settled gently into the back of her neck 
just above the encasing six inch neck strap and moved upward through her now
sweat drenched hair to the the middle of the back of her head where the ball 
gag's strap was firmly buckled in place. The fingers began to loosen the strap 
ever so slowly. As it loosened, and the large rubber ball with its center 
piercing, leather, restraining strap started to move out of her mouth and out 
of that very painful stainless steel ring that rested, relentlessly up against
the roof and the bottom of her mouth just behind her wide open and very useless
as well as completely "harmless" teeth. Linda took a deep breath through her 
now unplugged mouth, feeling and savoring the cool air flowing around the 
retreating ball and it's soaking wet leather straps, as she listened and waited
and watched to see who this mysterious, gentle stranger was.

The ball gag was lifted away slowly as Linda detected it being laid carefully 
on the floor near her. As that sound retreated in her ears and died away, she 
felt something very soft coming forward over her forehead and down toward her 
eyes. As the obvious device lowered, cutting off her vision, she smelled 
leather, NEW LEATHER, and felt a soft sheepskin like texture begin to encase
her eyes and blindfold her. "Oh, damn", she had though, "I'll never be able to 
see who's doing this to me now." The soft blindfold was tightly buckled behind 
her head, over her sweat matted hair, as the gentle hands and their even 
gentler fingers retreated yet one more time. As she strained to listen, Linda 
heard the clear and unmistakeable sound of a zipper being done or undone and 
the sound of human flesh rubbing against its leather encasement, followed by 
padding, bare feet on the white matted floor as they advanced around her
right side and stopped in front of her uptilted, riggedly framed
and very immobile head.

A finger rimmed her wet wide spread lips and then slide inward to gently 
caress her languid, motionless and long unused tongue as it lay inside the 
stainless steel ring that kept he mouth propped open in what had to be a most 
obscene and inviting way. The advancing finger moved over her tongue, then 
back to her lips, then back to her tongue until, in utter frustration and 
frenzy, she began to lave the finger WITH her tongue and caress it back as it 
had caressed her tongue and her lips. This went on for a long, long time and 
as it did, the vibrating, long loving, twin male artificial "engines" in her 
behind kept up their constant rhythm and she started to build slowly toward 
yet another orgasmic peak. As the sensation grew in her lower belly and spread 
upward across her tightly strapped middle, a set of fingers began to gently 
enclose and tightly squeeze her left nipple, rolling it between them, firmly, 
but gently. The fingers moved to her right nipple where they repeated the 
motion and then retreated. Suddenly, the finger in her mouth slowly retreated 
and was gently replaced by an unmistakeable object of some considerable size.
"My God", she thought with a start, "IT'S A MAN!"

The fingers that had been teasing and caressing her propped open,
obscenely, spread, sexy lips, and the wet languid tongue within, suddenly
touched her left breast and moved incessantly downward until they
were teasing her left nipple just as the others resumed squeezing and teasing
her right nipple. As they continued their gentle, squeezing and teasing
of her rigid, sensitive, multiple orgasmic stimulated nipples, her lips felt 
the slow, steady advance of a hot and engorged rigid male organ as it's head 
slip over her bottom lip and onto her tongue. As it had advanced and passed 
through the mouth bracing stainless steel ring, Linda recalled that she had 
quickly resumed her licking and laving with her tongue. Only, this time, she 
was not attending to a mere finger. This time, she was savoring, laving and 
licking the REAL THING. She rolled her tongue across the head of the slowly
advancing male organ and slid it under the rigid edges of the obviously 
circumcised head and then slowly rolled her tongue from one side, down under 
the head and back up the other side as far as she could, and the started back 
around again.

As the sexy, huge member very slowly advanced into her mouth,
through the ring and over her flicking and caressing wet tongue she
felt it relentlessly moving toward the back of her mouth and her throat. 
Gently, it began to retreat from her mouth, sliding back out
through the ring. With the automatic reaction of a true "lady of
the evening", she curled her lips down around the retreating shaft as 
tightly as she could and rolled her tongue back and
forth, from one side to the other of it and across it's bottom as
she began to suck on the now tightly lip enclosed forward part of this
maddening huge male engine of love and procreation. She sucked on
it and laved it with her tongue until it once again began to
advance toward her throat; and as it continued she began to moan
and gurgle deep in her throat to give the possessor of this
fleshy engine a sign that she wanted more of it deep in her mouth....No,
not her mouth.......deep in her throat. She sucked him and teased
him and licked him and moaned her assent as he slowly acknowledged her 
efforts by moving ever further inward and toward the back of her throat. 
All the while, her suspended nipples were being played with, rolled and 
squeezingly and tightly caressed with a twin set of gentle
talented fingers and the incessant twin vibrators were stirring
her twin lower canals to yet another bounding, screaming orgasm.
As these five engines of passion drove her higher and higher, she
moaned louder and louder, emitting gurgling sounds deep within her throat, 
inviting him ever onward and into it's warm depths and "grasp".

As the turgid and rigid head of his advancing shaft slide over her laving
tongue and touched the roof of her mouth at the entrance to her
throat, she took a deep breath, closed her airway and moaned louder as her 
tongue urged him forward as her throat began to open to receive him. The
smell of his arroused male scent had been strong in her nostrils as that deep
breath had flowed inward to her lungs.

The head slid into her throat and began its journey into a land
only a "lady" of Linda's "profession" had total knowlesge of and
could skillfully, totally and unerringly provide. A land of contracting
throat muscles that normally would be used for quite another and
less savory operation, induced, usually, by a finger in a bath room.
Linda ovaled her mouth still further and tightened her lips on
the middle of the long thick shaft as her throat received the
head and began automatically to contract and convulse around it. The 
shaft advanced further and further into her mouth and down her now
rhythmicly contracting throat until she could feel the tickle of
male pubic hair on her nose and against her super sensitized nostrils.

As the distinctly arroused scent of the male owner of this huge, invading 
and pulsating organ wafted upward into her airless nostrils, her body took 
over completely and began milking the shaft with tongue, lips and
throat muscles in a series of microsecond spaced contractions and
complimenting attentions that brought a train of flesh encased male sperm
across Linda's sensitive and trained tongue. As the hot fluid
streaked over her tongue and approached the head, Linda tightened
her lips rigidly around the base of the shaft and bore down on
the throat encased head with all her restrained might, griping
him tightly and milking him with rippling muscles. The hot stream gushed out 
into the contracting throat then down toward her inner belly as she moaned
ever louder and began the tell tale signs of yet another crashing
and mind bending orgasm. As the sperm flowed into her swallowing
and contracting throat, the incessant fingers tighted down on her
nipples with exceptional male strength and squeezed them and
rolled them until they were almost flattened.

The blinding pain in her nipples streaked downward across her
sperm filled belly and met the freight train of a monstrous and quaking
sexual orgasm streaking upwards from her vibrator penatrated anal canal
and stuffed and tightening sexual passage, and screamed forward out of her now
super-sensitized female folds' upper reaches and its now
thoroughly stimulated and arroused small releaser of female orgasms to
contract muscles and tendons through the length and breadth of
her body. As the two trains, one of pain and one of pleasure, met
in the reaches of her contracting belly muscles, her throat and
tongue and lips went wild with motion and attention to the now
gushing male organ lodged deep in her contracting throat and wet
hot mouth with its laving tongue and ovaling, contracting lips and cheeks.
Linda's moaning became the love song of a sexually satisfied female in the
throes of providing the ULTIMATE male pleasure.......the deep
throated ministrations of the male organ.... not a mere "blow
job" but the talented female mouth's SUPREME attention to the male organ
and the ego of the male mind.

And then, as quickly as it had occured, it was over and the
turgid, still rigid, huge male member was withdrawn from her
throat and the head was sliding across her tongue toward the
portal of her ovaled lips back through the bracing stainless
steel ring to exit the safe harbor of whore Linda's talented
mouth and throat. As it withdrew Linda exhaled and drew in
another pungent gulp of male scented air and tended to laving the
last vestiges of sperm from its rounded head, until it popped out
of her mouth with a sound similar to a champaign cork leaving a
bottle of vintage Rothschild's. 

Only then, did the crushing, yet somehow gentle, fingers release
Linda's flattened nipples. As they did, the pain screamed back
for brief instant and then slowly radiated outward and retreated
across the expanse of her hanging, sweat drenched breasts. The
vibrators droned on and on and the pain settled into her body
from head to foot, from the tips of her glove encased stretched
fingers to her leather encased stretched toes.

She listened, trying to hear the male owner of the huge invading
cock she had serviced so well, but all she could hear was the
panting of her breath, the incessant flesh muffled humm of her twin
lower canal invaders and the pounding of her racing heart.

"Linda, you stupid Bitch!" "The songs over!" "You goin' to dance
all night with no music, you dumb cunt?"

It was B.J.! My god, I've danced clear through my song, Linda realized.
With a start, she realized she was staring into the mirror on the
back of the platform at the face of the handsome, bearded
stranger at the end of the U-Shaped Bar. His pale blue eyes were
locked on hers and as they smiled with a frightening firmness,
the very tip of his tongue rolling around his now ovaled mouth.
Since he was facing the mirror, no one else saw what he was
doing, but Linda did.........LINDA SAW IT AND BOLTED FROM THE
PLATFORM, DOWN THE STEPS AND INTO THE BACK ROOM, SLAMMING AND
LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE SANK INTO THE CHAIR IN FRONT
OF DANCERS DRESSING TABLE AND MIRROR.

She looked down at her pale blue bikini pants and saw a growing
wet spot turning the center of the crotch darker and darker and darker.
She ignored that and leaned back and let her mind drift off and
back to a younger, panting, hurting, Linda in a Parkersburg
whores den basement. Then, as now, her panting breath and
pounding heart, subsided slowly until all was calm except the
slow steady humm of the twin vibrators.

She listened for a telltale sound of her obviously satisfied male
invader and heard none. Then, above the vibrators and her
pounding but slowing heart and subsiding panting breath, she
heard the sound of leather on leather; the telltale sound of two
legs rubbing together in leather pants. In fact, she thought she
heard several sets of these sounds, simultaneously. 

Without any other sounds or any words and without warning, she
felt her knees and lower legs leave the floor and the motion of
her body upward and forward toward the center of the room. She
could feel a gentle swaying in her downward pointed breasts and
nipples and then she heard a "click" and her left leg straightened out
at the hip and at the knee and pointed straight back from her
body and then rotated until it was pointed backward and outward
toward the left at an angle of forty-five degrees to the axis of her body.
Then a "Snap". The right leg repeated the motion, beginning with
the tell tale Clicks and ending with the maddening Snaps.

Another "Click" and then her bent back head and neck were rotated 
forward until the top of her head was once again pointed along the 
axis of her body and forward and another "Snap". And then, yet another 
set of Clicks and her arms swung forward and upward until they
too pointed along the axis of her body, above (out in front of?)
her head and then were rotated outward to either side to an angle
of forty-five degrees, each, to her body's axis. And two more "Snaps".

There, encased in her outlining stainless steel "Iron Maiden's Frame" and a
host of leather straps that bound her immobil into it, Linda
found herself moving forward in a splayed out, spreadeagled
position, face down with a set of humming vibrators up her over
worked ass and cunt with the sound of leather against leather
coming from the vicinity of tips of her fingers and toes.

And then, she felt the steel rods around her hands and fingers
and to which her gloved/mittened fingers were extended toward and
strapped to, bump something equally metalic and the forward
motion stopped. A flurry of "Clicks" followed by "Snaps" ensued
along with the sound of leather on leather moving along both sides
of her body some short distance away. And then the Clicks and
Snaps ceased and the leather on leather sounds retreated and a
heavy metal door clicked shut and there were sounds of it locking.

Suspended in midair, facing downward, the sweat dripping from her
over worked, pained and tired body, she listened attentively for
a sound..........ANY SOUND.........BUT HEARD NONE! Only her
breathing, the pounding of her heart and the low, incessant hum
of her two long lodged, bodily invaders. Nothing else.

Suddenly, a gentle finger settled on her soft under belly, and another.
They slowly slid through the sweat coated skin below the 10 inch wide 
belt that anchored her belly to the "Maiden's Frame" and
into her brown, sweat covered pubic hair and ever downward
through it to the upper cleft of her female folds that covered
her sex. The fingers paused over the now very sore center of her
womanly passions and desires to tease it and roll it between
them, ever so gently and slowly and carefully widen her slack sexual 
"lips" as they continued onward until they grasp the end of the vaginal
invader, still humming away, and with a sudden motion and a
slurping "pop" the infernal buzzing imitation male engine was out
of her love canal and buzzing in clear air. Then it stopped.

The fingers returned, this time at the base of her upward pointed
sweat coated back. They marched through the field of sweat to the crack 
of her behind and spread the cheeks of her buttocks ever wider as
they progressed toward her anus where they stopped at the anal invader,
humming away in her inards. As before, there was a sudden motion,
followed by a much less slurping but still wet sounding "pop" and the
rear imitation male invader was heard in clear air and then
ceased it buzzing noise.

The fingers returned to her under belly and with them the
obviously large hands of their owner. They reached under her from
behind and between her wide spread legs and began to rub and
massage her lower belly below the wide restraining belt, where her
muscles hurt so badly. They kneeded and massaged and advanced
slowly down into her pubic hair and then turned sideways and
began to massage her inner thighs at the juncture of her sex,
working ever away and back toward the knees. 

As she hung there in midair, Linda thought about that big hand balling 
into a fist and the other hand spreading her wide open as the fist
moved ever forward into her wet, well used, abused and stretched vaginal 
passage until the rigid, balled hand was rammed tightly and thoroughly up 
inside her stretched passage beyond the wrist and the hand was
uncurling to allow the fingers to caress the nouth of her smooth
cervix and massage the walls of her insides. But the hands retreated and 
the silence returned once again. Now ALL she could hear was her
heart pounding and her breath whistling through the stainless
steel iron ring in her mouth and past her lips.

Then, after a long wait, the fingers returned, this time to
place the ball gag into the stainless steel ring inside her mouth,
and then buckle it tightly behind her sweat soaked head, over her matted 
hair. When she had felt it approaching her mouth, she had ovaled her lips
and tried to wrap them around the edges of the ball, but the
straps drew the corners of her mouth back and prevented that entirely.
The fingers moved upward on the back of her head which, like her
back, faced upward toward the ceiling, not backward, and they found the
buckle of her blindfold. Tenderly they unbuckled the leather
blindfold and lowered it from her eyes. She looked downward and
saw the white mat and the bottom arc of one of the stainless
steel rings in her field of vision. To the right side she could
see a pair of large, obviously male, bare feet, with leather pant
legs extending up from them. She could see nothing else.

The huge stainless steel "mounting ring" had shuddered as its
attached, totally suspended and totally encased sweating, twenty
year old female's body reacted to what its mind finally
registered and began to protest.

LINDA WAS MOUNTED, SPLAYED OUT AND SPREADEAGLED, FACE DOWNWARD, ON THE 
MAJESTIC AND OMINOUSLY BEAUTIFUL "RINGS"..........WITH HER SWEATING SPREAD 
SEX TOTALLY EXPOSED AND OPEN...........THEY HAD BECOME HER " MOUNTING RINGS"!!!

As Linda leaned back in the dressing table chair, panting and her
heart pounding, she propped her feet up on the table and closed
her eyes to savor the memory of her shock and surprise in that
fateful basement room in the Parkersburg whores den that night
(or was it now DAY?).

Linda, sitting in the dressing room in a Go-Go bar, contemplated
with anticipation, the memory of what she had next experienced in 
that long, long ago and far away time.

                   End of Part 1 - Chapter 2
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