Archive-name: Slaves/lind203.txt
Archive-author: Master Paul
Archive-title: The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life

                "The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life" 
 
                          Part 2  -  Chapter 3 
 
   MASTER PAUL LETS LINDA DOWN...........SLOWLY.........FINALLY!!! 
 
As Linda hung from the overhead heavy "trapeze bar", attached to it by the 
chains attached to her ankle cuffs and thigh cuffs, shivering and quaking in
her continuous orgasmic orgy, her pierced nippled breasts rubbing 
back and forth across the plush red carpet of the master bedroom 
and her pleading, begging and moaning hoarse voice entreating 
Master Paul to give her more......MORE......M-O-R-E...............  

.............Master Paul reached under her slick, wet and dilated 
sexual "mouth" and grasped the small, carefully placed little metal 
alligator clip that squeezed her tortured and hooded love button 
ever so firmly, but not savagely, and started to release it........ 
 
.......Linda began to scream and plead with him..........."NNNNOOOOO 
.......MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRRR.........NO, NO, NO!!!" "PLEASE DON'T 
DO THAT TO MMMMMMEEEEEEEE!...............PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE LEAVE 
IT ALONE..............PLEASE????"..................... 
 
Shaking his head, Paul backed away from her and watched her gyrating 
and trembling through her orgasmic wonders............a continuous 
and triumphant parade of pure sexual gratification that never 
deminished and simply went on and on and on..................... 
 
.....the sweating, shaking, squirming sexually submissive and "conquered"
LINDA looked over her shoulder and under her suspended shaking 
legs at Paul and very lowly and huskily said..................... 
 
.........."PLEASE, MASTER PAUL...........'FIST' ME!!!!..................
....YOUR SLAVE NEEDS SOMETHING INSIDE OF HER....PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE?"....
 
Shaking his head in absolute amazement and wonder, Paul returned 
to his former position behind Linda, between her hugely splayed 
and suspended naked legs, where he inserted the fingers of his 
right hand into the wet, black depths of the contracting vaginal 
passage and, curling them together with his thumb curled into the 
palm of the now pointing hand, he thrust steadily forward sinking the 
extended hand deeper and deeper inside the panting, moaning Linda.... 
...until the last of the thumb disappeeared from view and the wrist 
slide inward and downward......................................... 
 
.................as the finger tips touched the mouth of Linda's cervix 
Paul opened the imprisoned hand and formed a firm fist, then rotated his
hand and wrist from side to side inside the stretched, contracting and  
releasing passage, wet with orgasmic juices........................thinking
back, to himself, of the few times he'd done this to any other 
female, Slave or otherwise......and remembering the 'request' 
they'd made for him to do it and then the catterwalling, pleading 
crys as it was slowly accomplished...............but NOT LINDA.....Oh no......
....NOT LINDA!!! She just moaned a gave a satisfied sort of 
grunting sound as the hand bottomed out.............. 
 
Once the fist was closed tight inside of Linda, Paul began to 
pull backward, dragging the now wildly screaming and sobbing Linda 
backward across the bright red carpet on her flattened chest and the ringed
nipples and their firey breasts.................................... 
 
..............pulling the fist up into and through the spreading, 
stretched passage with a suctioning, slurping sound until it came 
free with a loud......"POP"..............covered with the slick, 
hormone rich coating of a bitch in heat........................a smell 
that drove Paul nuts with desire.......................even now after 
all Linda had done to 'satisfy' his 'needs'............ 
 
.............. and Linda continued to scream and cry estatically and 
wildly with every ounce of sound her vocal cords could develop 
after the long orgasmic seige................................... 
 
And then the sound level died to a low slow............."AAAAHHHHH 
YYYYEEEESSSS MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRR.............SSSSOOO........ 
..........GGGGOOOOOOODDDD...........SSSSOOOO.....SSSSTTTTRRRROOOONNNNGGGG!!!"

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

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