Archive-name: Slaves/lind206.txt
Archive-author: Master Paul
Archive-title: The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
Part 2 - Chapter 6
A NIGHT IN 'HELL', WITH LINDA, 'PLAYING' WITH MISTRESS MARLA
AND HER SLAVES
Master Paul and Mistress Marla placed the spread, naked, and now
sweating and tightly bound and gagged Linda on the concrete floor
of the garage just below the overhead trolley and rail system and
it's suspended cable and hook system. Marla retrieved a control
box and cable from the overhead trolley and, by pressing buttons
on the control box, lowered the hook until it lay on top of the
broad leather strap that anchored Linda to the wide spread
"trays". Deftly, Marla slipped the hook through the D-Ring in the
broad black leather strap and flicked the button that caused the
hook and cable to pull taut and then begin raising Linda and her
"kneeling tray" system from the cold concrete floor.
When the hook had reached it's zenith at the overhead trolley,
Marla replaced the control box in the side of the system and
motioned to Paul to help guide the now gently swaying, spread and
bound Linda toward the heavy wooden swinging doors he had passed
through earlier in the evening. As they approached, the doors
swung open to admit the sweating, bound and quivering suspended
slave and her two escorts. As the doors swung closed behind, the
two ushered their 'victim' through the second door, on down the
ramp, which had silently slid open as the swinging doors closed
behind them at the top of the ramp.
The taut, quivering, spread, bound blond still moaned in the
center of the room, seemingly oblivious to the entrance of her
two former tormentors and their new charge, suspended from the
trolley system in her wide spread, rod stayed 'trays'. The room
was still an erie infra-red lit color that made the spread blond
look almost surrealistic, not to mention the effect it had upon
the gently swaying and tightly bound Linda.
Marla walked under Linda and reached upward and grasped her
hanging nipples and their gold piercing rings. A faint gurgling
moan emanated from above as Marla tensioned the nipples ever
downward.
"Get the cat, Master Paul......it's over on the leather bench
along the wall", Marla commanded. He looked at the leather clad
she-devil in front of him and frowned. She smiled, softened her
voice, and said "shall we begin 'playing' with our aroused and
hungering charge, Master? We'll need the cat, over there on the
bench to warm her up a bit, I suspect".
Satisfied with the change in voice tone and thus MUTUALLY invited
to participate, he walk over and retrieved the well oiled, nine
tailed cat from the bench and walked slowly under the now
vibrating and heavily moaning and gurgling Linda from the rear to
face Marla...Mistress Marla.
She drew the nipples ever downward with her thumbs and
forefingers as Master Paul began a slow litany of nine tailed
"loving" across the downward stretched breasts anchored in
Marla's thumb and forefinger nipple vices. Back and forth went
the oiled leather strands across the undersides of the stretched
orbs of His new slave and willing victim. As He applied the
singing cat He watched the belly over His head ripple with an all
too familiar pattern as the knotted muscles of a tightly bound,
spread and suspended Linda drove her slave's hunger litany into
the valley of HER Master's pleasure. As the oiled strands
caressed harder and harder on the undersides of the suspended
and nipple tensioned hemispheres, He watched the rippling belly
muscles drive his charge wild with hunger which was only
adequately fed by the twin buzzing shafts Marla had inserted in
her in the car. The shaft stuffed deep into her now thoroughly
wet sexual passage walked in and out, seemingly on its own, as
Linda attempted to feed her hunger and need from deep inside. The
rear shaft remained substantially stationary as the muscles there
gripped it tightly and held it firm and deep.
The fully street clothed Master raised His free left hand and,
palm upward, traversed it from just below the reddening breasts
to the wet valley where the buzzing shaft moved in and out,
almost magically. The feel of the rippling muscles intensified
under His palm as Linda responded to His touch and her hunger
rose to be further fed by the deeply buried, pistoning shaft and
the slapping nine well oiled thongs. Traversing the palm back and
forth over the wet belly, Master Paul increased the tempo and the
force of the cat as Mistress Marla drew the nipples yet further
downward. The gurgling moans from above became a soft keening but
muffled scream as the buried shaft was drawn inward out of sight
and the belly muscles contracted tightly.
"DON'T STOP,.......INCREASE THE FORCE AND THE TEMPO....AND WATCH
AND FEEL!", Mistress Marla exclaimed.
He did and the muscles beneath His hand tightened still further
as the once buried shaft flew out of its wet and open hiding
place and literally shot across the red tinted chamber and fluids
flowed from the now empty and rippling hole to drip down onto the
floor and meet the tightly pressing palm as it traversed from
reddening breasts to wet valley and back. The keening, muffled
scream above became a seeking moan. Marla released the nipples
and took the cat from His hand as He stepped backward, extended
the fingers and thumb of His left hand, wrapped them tightly
together and thrust the pointed hand into the empty, spasming,
dark and wet chamber of sexual pleasure....inward....ever inward
until the hand had disappeared and only the wrist was visible
extending from the valley between the widely spread, bound legs
that quivered and rippled with obvious pleasure and hunger.
As His hand sank into the wet orifice, Master Paul felt the
rolling, churning innards of his slave wildly reflecting the
multi-orgasmic state of the "flying" Linda. He opened the finger
tips and began massaging the soft, round cap before them with
it's split 'mouth', teasing and moving the churning cervix and in
a way that caused the wet walls around his imprisoned wrist to
massage and alternately tighten and release endlessly until a
long, urgent and muffled scream was heard from above and all of
the muscles contracted and then relaxed and the sound from above
ceased.
Slowly Master Paul withdrew the soaked left hand from it's now
relaxed sheath. He looked at Mistress Marla and smiled,
knowingly, as She smiled back and said "I believe the lady has
just gotten her first 'rocks off' session of the night, don't
you?"
He nodded as He stepped back and Marla retrieved the hoist
control from the trolley and lowered Linda slightly so that She
could release the strap the drew her trainer encased head back.
As the limp neck allowed the head to fall forward, Mistress Marla
grasped the wet hair and held the head up as She unbuckled and
removed the trainer and gag. She released the hair and the head
dropped to hang downward, chin on heaving chest. Master Paul
ducked between the widespread legs, feeling the moisture drip
onto His partially bald head as He edged forward, slowly, to gaze
upon the slack face before Him. Linda was out like a switched off
light as her body began to shiver and shake from the after
effects of her journey to sexual satisfaction and oblivion.
Master Paul continued to stand below the gently swaying Linda,
the top of his head brushing the still rigid, ringed nipples, as
He waited for His new slave to return from her trip to sexual
completeness and total ecstasy.
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm"................"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh"...
came the soft sound from a pair of slowly parting lips as the
eyes fluttered and slowly opened and focused on Him.
After a long pause and a few shuddering movements overhead, she
said ......."is MY MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR pleased with me, Master?"
He smiled, focusing upon and watching Mistress Marla beyond the
downward tilted head of His querying slave. "You have given ME no
pleasure, slave! You have merely 'taken' pleasure at MY hands!"
He watched Mistress Marla, in the background, begin whipping the
formerly lethargic blond in the blocks and rams device into a
frenzy of motion, confined at her extremities by the black rubber
block restraints at the ends of the rams that fully encased her
hands and feet. Using the cat in a vicious and continuous
circular track, Mistress Marla worked upward from the right ankle
into the now seeking blond's crotch and back down the left leg to
the left ankle. Mistress Marla repeated the process over and over
until, finally, She began applying Her attentions to the rippling
belly that was now straining forward to receive the nine oiled
strands. The bound and spread blond was now pleading wildly with
HER Mistress.........
"mmmmoooorrrreeee, MISTRESS......pppllleeeaaasseee.....MORE......
....hhhhuuuurrrrttttt mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" as the
smacking, slapping litany went on and on and approached and then
engulfed the quivering blond's breasts and nipples, which were
rigid and darkening from the effects of the attention being plied
upon her by the leather clad Mistress Marla.
Master Paul step out from under the hanging, spread and bound
Linda and, grasping her hair in His left hand, raised her head
upward and backward until she was facing the leather clad
Mistress and her now screaming begging blond charge.
"There, my lovely slave, is where I shall shortly have YOU.......
.........spread and stretched before ME.....screaming for MY
attentions and YOUR pleasure.........does my slave 'look forward'
to HER Master's 'attentions' in the rams and blocks?"
"YYYYYYEEEESSSSS MASTER!"......came the reply as the bound and
suspended body shivered and rippled before Him in the wide spread
'kneeling trays'........"Oh, yyyyeeeesss, MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRR!"
"Now, MY little satisfied and bound bitch......it is your turn to
please ME............" and He released the hair and let her head
fall back down as He retrieved the control and lowered her until
her three wet orifices were aligned with His now rigid member,
encased in street clothes, still. He slowly walked over to the
leather bench and carefully undressed, placing each article of
removed clothing on the bench, until, He was naked and ready.
"Over in the corner, Master Paul, you will find a leather vest
and a pair of leather pants specially made for you, I believe"
..... Mistress Marla shouted above the screaming and begging
blond's voice which now filled the room with familiar and
pleasing sounds to His trained and accustomed ears. "They are a
'gift' from your new slave, MASTER....." Marla shouted to Him.
He walked over to the corner and took the two black leather
articles off their hooks. As He returned to the bench, He sensed
that He was being carefully watched and looked over toward the
swaying Linda. The brown eyes met His as the smiling, cherubic
face tilted toward Him. She never spoke a word. The eyes and the
gentle, knowing smile said it all.......more than words ever
could or would.
Deftly, He stepped into the long legged leather pants and secured
them around His waist. Looking downward, He saw that His new
slave had thought well of her own pleasure and the potential of
it from HER NEW MASTER. The entire crotch of the pants was
missing and His manhood stuck rigidly outward and ready to 'take'
His slave. He chuckled, turned toward Linda and saw the wide
grin and the loving, caressing eyes tell Him she understood. He
grabbed the vest and while walking back over to her amidst the
rising, pleasure filled, begging screams of the now bucking and
raging blond, slipped the vest on and left it open. The black
leather vest hung from His shoulders as He approached Linda, who
had dutifully and submissively lowered her head and her eyes as
HER MASTER advanced toward her.
Standing in front of the swaying, sweating, anticipating and
shivering Linda, Master Paul reached downward and grasped the wet
chestnut colored hair before Him, on either side of the down
turned head and drew her head backward, once more. As the face
rose to stand opposite the open leather pants and the vertically
projecting rigid male member, a soft pink tongue slowly appeared
from between tender red lips and slowly licked around and around
and around an ever widening, toothless mouth. He could hear the
sighs coming from the opening mouth as the tongue swept around
and around and around in anticipation of what was to come.
"Now.......my submissive, seeking bitch....my slave.......tell me
what it is that you want from YOUR MASTER..........."
The eyes remained closed as the low, sexy voice began the litany
that was to become SO FAMILIAR in the days, weeks, months and
years that would follow this night and many others........
"If MY MASTER pleases that it be so.......THE LAST MASTER OF THE
RINGS and the PROUD owner of 'linda'.........the LAST TRUE AND
PROUD SLAVE OF THE MASTER PAUL, THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS...
...I would give thee pleasure, MY MASTER......"
The sweeping tongue resumed and extended, ever inviting and ever
beckoning Him to the citadel of wet and complete attention that
His new slave held in wait for her Master.....her ONLY Master and
as she had so plainly stated it, THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS.
Slowly, He moved forward between the grasping arms that held His
hands locked tightly in the wet hair, but stopping short of the
seeking tongue and lips and holding the head and wildly seeking
mouth just fractions of an inch out of range.
"Beg me, my slave bitch........tell me what YOU will do for YOUR
MASTER if He grants you this favor to give Him pleasure and
satisfaction...."
"please.......MMMMAAAASSSTTTTEEERRRRR! Please place MY MASTER in
my mouth so that I may give Him pleasures such as He has never
had before....please MASTER let me tend to your needs and give
you pleasure.....IT IS MY DUTY AS YOUR SLAVE TO GIVE YOU PLEASURE
AND TO SERVICE YOU.......PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE MASTER????"
The eyes never opened and the head was held just out of range as
He let her continue to beg and to plead with Him. Finally,
slowly, he drew the seeking tongue and open, ovaled mouth forward
to make contact with Him. The tongue first swept over the rigid
round tip and licked slowly back and forth underneath in the most
sensitive area, alternating between withdrawing and sliding
across the slit on the tip and then back underneath to lave and
lick.
Neither of them seemed to be in a hurry as she carefully and
increasingly alternated back and forth with the flicking, laving
tongue as the blond's pleas and screams and beggings keened
through the dimly red lit room. He watched her body, suspended
from above and spread naked in the trays before Him, shiver and
ripple in anticipation and hunger. Her hands, extending out from
under the broad leather strap and it's anchored D-Ring, slowly
clenched and released as she laved and licked and serviced HER
MASTER, inviting Him ever onward and inward to take His pleasure
from her talented and trained mouth and tongue.....a mouth that
contained no teeth....a mouth that HER MASTER owned.......a mouth
and tongue that slowly now withdrew as the ever more hungry and
urgent voice began, once again, to slowly and lowly address Him
with the respect and the honor only HIS SLAVE could give Him....
"Please MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRRR.....please feed your hungry slave....
....please let your slave feed upon HER MASTER and give Him
pleasure........PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE
MMMMAAAASSSSTTTEEERRR.........FEED MMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
Slowly, carefully, He drew the ovaled sheath of the wet lips,
below, over the length of the ever more rigid shaft as He felt
the tongue slowly, then faster and faster, circle the advancing
shaft. Then, effortlessly and slowly; then faster and faster, He
began advancing and retreating the mouth, lips and tongue with
the tightened fists in the ever wettening hair as He listened to
the snorting breath of the straining slave and felt the hot air
hit Him below. As He increased the tempo and tightened the fists
in her hair, rocking her back and forth over the length of Him,
He listened to her moan and smelled the rising sexual fever in
her. The strapped down arms and hands tightened as she clenched
the hands into fists and bore down on the "best part of HER
Master" with everything she had.......licking, sucking, laving
and alternately tightening and loosening her lips and gums...
...milking HER Master....and seeking to be fed, once more.
As He rose to "fly" with her, pistoning in and out of the wildly
servicing and highly pleasing mouth, He drew her deeper and
deeper onto Him, where the muscles in her throat began to add to
His pleasure as the now supersensitized tip alternately entered
and retreated from the deepest part of His slave's attentions.
As the boiling, creamy culmination of His pleasure rose from the
twin sacks below and traveled outward toward His ever hungering
slave's seeking, sucking, laving, licking and contracting and
loosening mouth, tongue, lips and throat, she felt the rising
tide and swiftly dammed down upon Him with lips and gums and held
Him in check, building His pleasure to intolerable levels as He
spasmed and gasped for release.
As swiftly as the 'lock' had been placed upon Him, it was
released, and the moaning sound in her throat was replaced by the
sound of hungry gulping and the cheeks of her mouth suctioned
inward as she sought to devour HER Master's new feeding of her.
The ritual went on for many long and pleasure filled seconds as
she passionately and completely drained every drop of Her
Master's 'seed' from Him and devoured it dutifully and hungrily,
trackingit into her quivering belly.
When it was over and His climax had subsided, some MINUTES later,
He slowly pushed her away and back along the rigid shaft; ever so
slowly and ever so carefully to allow her to lick and clean Him
slowly and carefully along His entire length. As the tip exited
from the mouth, a low voice, fully satisfied, said........
"Thank you, Master........the last proud and only slave of THE
LAST PROUD MASTER OF THE RINGS......thanks HER MASTER....MASTER
PAUL....for feeding her.........is my Master 'pleasured'
sufficiently or does he require His slave to attend to his
servicing some more?".........and the tongue resumed it's initial
tracking back and forth under the still VERY sensitive head and
up through the slit on the tip and then back, below. He stood
there, holding her hair and letting her lick and tease Him
outrageously and continuously for several more minutes, her eyes
closed, still, and her breath still panting as the pink tongue
laved and loved Him outrageously and continuously until he could
stand it no more and retreated from her range and let her head
lower where he released her hair and stepped backward still
further.
As Master Paul gazed upon the suspended, bound and naked form of
His now well fed slave, He thought of the many things He would
'visit' upon this hungry bitch slave of His before the night
faded into daylight outside. Here in this dimly lit dungeon of an
accomplished and obviously wealthy Mistress, He would teach His
new slave to behave as He wished and would train her to His every
willful wish and pleasure. Here, He would develop a routine for
her to follow in approaching Him. Here, He would show her the
proper positions for submission before Him and the wisdom and
practicality of them as well.
And, here, this night and in the morning, would He teach her of
"SEVENS" and the variation of His position for her, before him,
for receiving "SEVENS". Here, in the seconds and minutes and
hours to come, He would extract obedience from her as he trained
her to HIS WAYS for all time and eternity. When this night and
this day were through, THE LAST PROUD SLAVE OF THE LAST PROUD
MASTER OF THE RINGS would know HER MASTER and OBEY HIM without
question in all things, forever more, having learned the
consequences of disobedience and the terror of that punishment
in real fear and real punishments of a set and standard nature.
Perhaps, if there were time, He would show her the SEVEN-FIVE-
SEVEN punishment He would visit upon her if she dared to ever
reject or refuse Him while before Him. But especially, this
night, and this coming day, would He describe to her the
Penthouse and the coming fitting for all of her leather garb and
bondage gear and how they were to be used upon her.
He knew He would drive her WILD with hunger as He described and
demonstrated what was to come over the days, weeks and months
ahead. It was her very nature to rise upward and fly in sexual
frenzy as He spoke to her of such things. Many times, already, He
had watched her rise to the command of His voice and the siren
song that brought her wet submissions before Him. For Linda...
..."linda"... ...the slave of Master Paul....needed only His
voice to begin her flight into their realm, and they both knew it
well.....VERY WELL. So well could He do this that she would
NEVER AGAIN ever dare wear slacks or shorts in public with
Him.....for to do so would be a supreme embarrassment to her,
with an ever wet crotch and legs exposed to all who could see
them and the results of HER MASTER'S VOICE upon her, every time
He spoke to her.
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