Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/linda16.txt

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Part 1 - Chapter 6

The attributes of the ever talented "Lady", Linda, shown brightly
before the  cheering males as she made passionate and extremely precise
"love" to the  phantom male lover above her arched, spread body with
her glowing every move  clearly visible in purposeful florescent
highlighting, so carefully applied  minutes before in the now dark
dressing room.

As John stared in utter disbelief at the show going on before his
amazed and  wide open eyes, he thought to himself...."I'll be
goddamned!" "In all my  forty-two years I've NEVER seen anything like
this.......and I doubt that I  ever will again.......if I lose this
one.....HOLY SHIT!"

A fragile feminine hand left its sex spreading task to retrieve the
tiny light  control box as the music came to a close and then the
lights died away into  darkness, just as they had begun some breath
taking minutes  before.............it seemed like hours to the panting
males seated around the  bar, all of whom were now moved around and
scrunched in tight at the bottom  center of the U-shaped bar and not
spread around the U's legs as  before......for  reasons any live male
didn't have to explain to  anyone,..........EVER!

In the dark, Linda dropped to her back on the platform and got up onto
her bare feet and walked forward until her toes were curled over the
edge of the  carpeted, padded dancing platform. She slid her feet
outward until they're  outer edges simultaneously touched the cool
vertical rise of the platform's  two, front corner, stainless  steel
poles anchored firmly to the floor and the  ceiling with heavy
stainless steel screw-in fixtures and five large bolts in  each.

As she reached upward to grasp the poles with her outstretched hands
she  cranked the platform light dimmer rheostat to its maximum full on
position and  punched the regular platform lights button on as she let
the little box fall  and grasped the poles as high as she could, with
her hands, standing on  tip-toes up against the poles.

The lights flashed back on to illuminate a spread-eagled, smiling Linda
looking down at the now bunched together male, recently 'converted',
voyeurs.........................a tanned and white stripped naked
female body  that bore no physical resembalance to the incredible sight
that had gone just  before..............a "normal" female frame, naked,
slight of build with what  appeared to be all the normal female
attributes which were VERY OPENLY  displayed for all to see.

It took several seconds for her "audience" to react, but......REACT....
.....THEY MOST CERTAINLY.............DID!!! With wild cheering abandon!
 Clapping and hooting and whooping and whistling like a bunch of
baseball fan's  after a grand slam home run by their favorite slugger.

Linda smiled down at them and said, quietly, as the noise died
away.....  "somebody get my drink over on the register...........and
how about a  cigarette,..........guys?" (With "guys" being strung out
in a long sexy  whispered way that induced.........well, the best way
to describe it  is..........pandemonium...........every set of male
feet in the place made a  mad dash to get around the bottom end of the
U-Shaped bar to reach the cash  register FIRST....and oblige the
"Lady".............PERSONALLY!!!!)

It was an absolute riot of scrambling arms and legs as someone came up
with  Linda's J&B on the rocks and another thrust a cigarette up to her
from behind  the bar in front of the platform. Linda let go of the
poles, bent over so her  pert, not too large breasts with their
orangish red tinted nipples hung down in front of the eyes of her
cigarette profering "benefactor" and opened her lips  slowly to grasp
the cigarette between them. A cigarette lighter magically  appeared
from her left to ignite the long white stick and her J&B on the rocks
slid into view from the right and into her outstretched right hand. She
grasped the drink firmly, stood up and raised it to her thirsty lips as
her left hand  extracated the glowing cigarette and her lungs exhaled
the smoke in a billowing upward cloud.

She took a deep swallow of the cooling, mind numbing brew, ever mindful
of her  still spread legged position and the examining, searching eyes
of the entourage below and in front of her, plastered together between
the bar and the platform.

She looked down kindly,...and with a smile,...whispered huskily in her
deepest, sexiest voice,......."IT'S OK TO....'TOUCH'.......GUYS, BUT
PLEASE BE  'GENTLE".............I'M SORT OF 'WORKED UP', 'DOWN THERE',
RIGHT NOW,  ..................!!!"

And, indeed, she was,...as the lips of her spread sex glistened with
moisture  and pulsated before their upturned eyes.........and the mouth
of her as yet  unfulfilled sex hole lay open and spread with its deep
recesses capturing all  the incoming light and leaving a dark black
void for each sweating, panting  male to behold in full.

A tentative hand reached it's large fingers up and patted her inner,
sweating  thigh, and then rubbed up and down it's length as another
large male hand did  likewise with the other tanned thigh, beginning at
the white untanned juncture  of the two tanned stiffened columns of
supporting female flesh........VERY VERY 'FEMALE' FLESH...........as
all could PLAINLY behold.......and DID!

Linda, took another deep swallow of the iced JB, emptied the glass and
extended it downward and off in front of her to the left where a
waiting male hand  received it and a male voice asked.....
....."another?"........"No, thank you", she replied, extending the
cigarette in her right hand up to her lips and inhaling deeply, then
extending it down in  front and to the right of her where John removed
it carefully from her fingers.

Linda reached up to the poles with her hands and gripped them tightly,
just as  a second male hand closed around the outside of each of her
upper legs,  opposite the two hands inside her thighs and lifted her up
off her extended  feet, ever so slightly. When her feet cleared the
platform, they swung her legs and spread sex forward about six or eight
inches and started to lower her  slowly downward toward the waiting
lips of her "friend" Pasqual, who was  concentrating heavily upon the
task about to be visited upon him and readying  himself to give proper
attention to Linda's too long neglected, not yet fully  stimulated
nether sexual favors.

The leg securing hands lowered her ever so gentlely onto the waiting
mouth and  Linda felt a warm, wet, broad male tongue traverse her soft
inner sex lips,  quivering vaginal cavity and stop at her not yet
touched sensitive upper "V"  and its ever present "passion
seat".................and then the educated  tongue circled the target
and swished firmly back and forth and up and down  over it, hurrying to
make up for lost time, or so it seemed.

Linda was gradually letting the now tightly clenched cheeks of her
lightly  padded behind settle toward the floor by letting her pole
gripping hands  loosen, ever so slightly, and slide down the twin,
spread poles. When her  behind touched the floor of the platform, she
let go of the poles and lean  backward, slowly letting her self down
until she was laying on her back on the  platform, knees bent over the
front edge, widely spread, with Pasqual still  attending to her now
well laved and somewhat excited sexual slit.

"Come on, Guys, don't be bashful!" she snorted, huskily, "I've still
got two  hands and mouth left up here!"

Three naked male bodies swung up onto the stage to oblige her, and
within  moments, Linda was stroking the rigid extended members of two
kneeling males,  and laving the advancing organ of a third male
crouched on all fours over her  reclined body.

And so it went through the rest of the night as John's "Business
Associates"  took turns being stroked, licked, sucked, sucking, and
ultimately fucking, in  alternating "holes", a tipsy Linda who had
reached the point of really not  giving a damn and who had long since
lost any inhibitions and regrets she might have had earlier about doing
a "Private Show" for John, her Boss. They worked  on her until the sun
came up outside, stroking, licking, fucking and fondling  the talented,
sexy Linda to what they thought was orgasm after orgasm. But as  drunk
as she was, Linda never hit that first even low orgasmic peak, though
she faked it beautifully with her ex-whore's knowledge of lower body
muscle  control, tightening and loosening her inner muscles and
multiplying the effect  with lower belly, inner thigh and posterior
complimenting muscle contractions  and relaxations and her moans.

Once, during the session, someone grabbed her two nipples between their
fingers and started to pull upward and press the fingers together
simultaneously, but  Linda spit out the member in her mouth, dropped
the almost climaxing members  from her hands and slapped the offending
fingers away with a firm admonition  that THAT was not to be repeated,
PERIOD........and then got back to BUSINESS.  After that, they stuck to
licking them and Linda "serviced" the entourage in  true exhooker
style.

A soddened, well used and very drunk Linda managed to get dressed and
John  drove her home in the Caddy. She staggered through the front door
and sprawled  on the couch, where she promptly passed into an alcohol
assisted, deep  dreamless sleep. Some time just before lunch, Tammara
woke her up and she made  lunch for her beloved eight year old daughter
and then pulled herself up the  stairs, hand over hand and slipped into
the bed. At 6:00PM Linda crawled out of the bed and while fending off a
"twenty-questions" siege from Johnny, she  showered and got ready to go
back to the lounge for another night's "work",  regular and otherwise.

Saturday Night didn't go quit so "well", partly because she was tired
and hung  over and principally because the "Private Party" turned into
a "Zoo" with that  bitch B.J. staying to help out in servicing and
entertaining the participants.  B.J. got into Linda's act heavily and
attempted to "make it" with her as part  of the impromptu "act". Linda
went along, part way, until the little bitch  started hurting her,
purposefully, at which point B.J.  learned a very valuable and never to
be forgotten lesson about the seeming docile and friendly Linda.

The black and blue marks still showed on B.J. when Linda walked into
the lounge to go to work at 8:45 Monday night, almost two days later!

Linda, after almost two days of unholy crap from Johnny about her two
after  sunrise arrivals home, and four hundred and sixty bucks richer
(John paid her  $260 in cash Saturday morning and $200 in cash Sunday
morning, though Linda  thought it should have been
vice-a-versa).........after the nearly two days to  think about the
remaining $400 and how she had to earn it the coming weekend,  she
walked fearfully back into the lounge to do her regular Monday Night
dance  shift from 9:00PM to 2:00AM.

B.J. was, of course, surly as hell toward her, bitch that she was....
but John  seemed quite normal and "ho-hum" about the whole
thing.........almost cavalier, in fact. After a few words with him at
the cash register, Linda was about to  turn and head into the dressing
room when she spotted the now familiar slightly bald headed, blue eyed,
bearded face over the top of the stage platform in the  same seat he'd
occuppied on Friday Night........ .........and a shiver went up and
down her tired frame.

She hurried through dressing and making up and then came out and
plugged three  quarters into the box and zipped up onto the stage,
about five minutes before  the offical 9:00PM start for the dancers.
Her first song, "You Light Up My  Life", was done with only one person
in mind and she made sure HE knew it.  Their eyes never left each other
in the platform's back mirror except for brief moments when Linda "kept
it honest" to satisfy John and the rest of the gaping  customers. The
second and third songs were songs that had key words in
them............words like "submission" and "slave" and "bondage" and
having a  "master".....well hidden in the lyrics, but.......THERE. As
the "key words"  came up in the songs, Linda made sure her hands and
arms did the correct  things,.... fleetingly, but "correct",........and
that her eyes, whenever she  performed the "correct" amplifying
gestures to the words, looked downward and  downcast from HIS as the
gesture was carefully delivered.

And each time, when she looked back up, he nodded ever so slightly and
smiled  just a little.........and Linda's insides crawled with
anticipation and  expectation as her sexual boiling point started to
rise and her body started to react to a new "find" of emmense
importance to her.

When her last song ended, she came down off the platform and walked
slowly out  from the bar area around the cash register and slowly made
a socializing trip  along the length of the bar, stopping to talk to
each customer she reached,  patting him on the shoulder when she was
done talking and going on to the next  until, after some eight or ten
minutes, she had worked her way around to the  last two seats at the
other end of the bar's U-Shape opposite the cash register end.

She placed her hand on the empty chair, and looking down into the
upturned eyes and face of the object of her dancing, "mind if I sit
down here?"

"By all means, please do.................I saved it for you." came the
gentle  but deep male voice's reply.

As she sat down, she saw a glass sitting on a bar napkin in front of
her, and  said......"Oh, I'm sorry........Am I sitting in someone
else's seat?"

He looked at her, smiled with those pale blue, kindly eyes, and shook
his head  ever so slightly in the negative.

"I'm Linda."

"I Know."

"Who are you?"

"A 'friend'........a 'special' friend."

"Special, 'HOW'?"

"In a way only YOU will appreciate, Linda..............because I
understand  you..........and I speak YOUR 'language'."

Linda gazed into his eyes and started to reply but thought better of
it.........at least for the moment.......and let the opportunity pass.

She picked the glass up off the bar and lifted it to her lips, never
taking her eyes off his. As she tilted the glass forward to pour the
cool J&B over her  lips and down her throat, she opened her lips and
ran her tongue along the  inside rim of the glass while staring him
straight in the eyes..............and then set the glass back on the
bar, again, without breaking eye contact.  She  reached into her small
cigarette case she had laid on the bar and extracted a  cigarette,
placed it between her lips and started to reach for her lighter when a
large hand appeared in front of her with a flaming lighter. She reached
up  and placed her right hand over his, curling her fingers into his
palm where she touched him ever so gentlely and allowed her fingers to
move ever so slightly  in the sensitive palm as she and he guided the
lighter to her cigarette. She  was so engrossed in what she was doing
she almost forgot to take a drag on the  cigarette before the end of it
burned up in the flame.

And, all the while, two pairs of very expressive, highly 'interested'
eyes made a kind of silent introduction to each other at very very
close range. Linda's  body shuddered a little, part way through the
engagement, and she felt her  sexual "temperature" rising.

She set his hand back down in his lap after the cigarette was lit and
tipped  her head back to blow a plume of smoke toward the ceiling,
STILL NOT LETTING  HER EYES LEAVE HIS, and then lowered her head back
down and waited, still  locked in his gaze.

"I'm called Paul by most people, but to a very few, I have another name
that  preceeds that one, Linda.........a VERY VERY VERY FEW!", he said
in a low husky voice.

"I see"..........replied Linda........"and do you mind if I call you
'Paul',.............Paul?"

"Linda,........for now, let's not worry about names..........BUT, YES,
...........I THINK............EVENTUALLY............YOU.......MORE THAN
I WILL  BE MORE CONCERNED ABOUT 'WHAT' I AM CALLED AND
WHEN.........but, as I  said.........it doesn't matter right
now."........"DOES IT?"

She looked into his eyes and answered him without saying a word and he
said........."I knew you'd understand me." And she nodded ever so
slightly to  make doubly sure he knew she was 'on board'.

Eventually, they did get around to talking a little and she found out
he was  married, had two kids, owned his own business and came in the
lounge,  'occassionally', after he left work, to unwind.

Linda acknowledged that she was married and had an eight year old
daughter and  that she was dancing to try and get the family back on
their financial feet  while her husband started back to work after a
long Winter of being Laid Off in the construction industry as a
structural ironworker. She told him Johnny was  working on the ICIC
Building downtown bossing a raising gang. About that time,  John walked
up to her, bent over, whispered in her  ear, and then turned around and
walked away. As he left, she was visibly  shaking and her bottom lip
had  curled back under where she was not too  gently chewing on it as
tears appeared in each of the corners of her eyes.

"Problems, Linda?" came a gentle non-prodding question at a very low
and  subdued level, from the owner of the pale blue eyes next to her.

She couldn't handle it any longer and said, "excuse me a minute, I'll
be  back..............", and emphasized it by saying......."PLEASE
DON'T LEAVE  WHILE I'M GONE........THIS TIME...........PLEASE????"

He didn't say a word. All he did was look into her rising eyes and pick
up her  cigarettes and lighter and put them in her hand after which he
squeezed her  hand with both of his and ran the tips of his fingers
along the edge of her  hand, all below the bar level where no one could
see it done. Linda turned and  walked away.

Linda hurried around the bar and past the cash register into the
dressing room, closing and locking the door behind her. She sank into
the chair and stared at  the mirror, tears, still in the corners of her
eyes. John had told her, when he had leaned over and whispered in her
ear, that she was "on" for this coming  Friday and Saturday
Night..........the whole way "on"...........$200 per night  and had
intimated that she'd earn every bit of it. It had hit her like a ton of
bricks, because suddenly, she'd had enough of the 'Private Show' scene
if not,  in fact, this goddamn dancing gig.

But she could not, for the life of her, think of any good way out of
her "deal" with John. She still didn't have her car and there was no
other way she'd get  it back in time because the bank had called this
morning and told her she  either paid by a week from today, in full, or
they would auction off her  Firebird the next day, Tuesday, a week from
tomorrow.

Linda, got up and walked to the door, unlocked it and stepped out and
told John she was feeling kinda sick and wanted to skip a set or two
while she tried to  take some asprin and laid down on the couch in the
dressing room. Did he mind?  He smiled at her and made some reference
about long hours and hangovers two  nights in a row and said it was OK
because they still had four dancers working.

She spun around and went back in the dressing room, locking the door
behind  her. As she had been talking to John she'd looked across the
stage and her blue eyed bearded 'friend' was still there. In fact, he'd
smiled at her, ever so  slightly.

She started to sit down in the dressing table chair but hesitated, then
bent  down and reached into the bottom of her travel bag and retrieved
the little  Kleenex Wrapped Package she'd placed there so carefully
early Saturday Morning  before her "Grand Entrance" at the first
"Private Party" for John. She set it  on the table and then stripped
her top and her pants off quickly and sat down  in the chair.

With shaking hands, she unwrapped the package and carefully retrieved
the four  small and two larger solid gold rings, inserting them, one at
a time,  carefully, in their intended and rightful places in the
nipples of her now  stimulated breasts and the lips of her now wet sex.
That done, she got back up, put her outfit back on and went over and
laid down on the long comfortable  couch on the opposite wall.

As she closed her eyes, she thought about her waiting, "stood up",
blue eyed,  bearded VERY SPECIAL (she hoped, God how she hoped and
prayed he was THAT kind  of VERY SPECIAL) friend outside at the bar and
she silently urged him to  stay...........as if he could read her mind.
And then her mind drifted back to  another blue eyed, bearded special
male.............her first  MASTER.............back in the black walled
room with the mirrored ceiling and  the white padded floor and her
"reality of the rings" (turned present day  fantasy returned) as she
once more saw the huge erect organ of the large well  built blue eyed,
bearded user and piercer of her twenty year old body  approaching her
pulsating vaginal mouth and split sex as her body screamed in  the hot
water mist and spray bath that renewed her whip streaked body's pain
and her mouth begged and pleaded for him to..........."FUCK ME,
MASTER!"..............."HURT ME, MASTER?" "PLEASE
HURRY....................PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!!!"

And he had............as he obliged her pleadings and beggings by
grasping her  just recently ringed nipples and squeezing them between
his fingers as he  twisted them outward and lifted upward on them while
slamming his rigid member  into her so deep and so hard that her hands
momentarily went slack above her  and her feet and pointed toes
screamed with pain in their wet leather, tightly  bound laced up
restraining covers..............and the huge stainless steel  ring
creaked with the strain.

And as he pounded into her and almost lifted her by her tortured
nipples, she  had once more screamed to an orgasmic extravaganza of
pain and pleasure in her  mist covered realm of leather, steel and male
domination..............and then  slipped slowly into unconscious,
mindless, oblivion, once more.

Her mind sped back eagerly to grasp and recall the EXACT sequence of
events  that followed...............and as it locked onto the 'vision'
she saw herself  hanging upside down in the overhead mirror, her head
unrestrained and raised up onto her chest looking upward at her spread
legs and her leather covered feet  with toes pointing up into the ring
and mirror. She could feel her arms along  her sides and her hands,
still encased in their ever present leather mittens,  resting along the
outside of her legs. She attempted to move them, one at a  time, and
found that they were somehow restrained there, forcing her arms and
her extended hands to point straight upwards toward the mirrored
ceiling tight  along the sides of her body. She curled upward, bending
and straining her  stomach muscles, and saw two huge leather straps,
one around each of her legs,  buckled tightly there by three small
leather belt  and buckle sets on each,  just above the knee. To each
wide leather strap, one of her mittened hands was  extended and it's
tip strap inserted in buckle mounted on the outside of the  strap on
her outer leg. She let herself back down and hung there, gazing around
the room. Her eyes caught the black wall and it's door and then her
head and  eyes swung to the right and beheld the bare feet and leather
pants of her  MASTER. As Linda stared upward at him, she saw that he
had a short stainless  steel chain in his hand with  snap clips of some
kind at either end.

As she watched, he stepped into her terrazo "pit" and attached the
chain to her huge stainless steel "mounting ring". She had bent her
head backward and arched her straining back to look straight down at
his hands as they attached one of  the chain's "clips" to one of her
"mounting ring's" welded D-Rings directly  below her eyes and her head.
One of his hands reached the short distance up to  her face and then
under it to the tipped back top of her head and thrust itself through
the ring/hair/strap affair on top of her head and swiftly pulled her
face back forward with her head mounted ring assembly and she heard
another  "click-snap" of the remaining chain mounted retaining clip.
Linda tried to  raise her head, as before, and found it was anchored
downward by the chain and  its clips, refusing her any further bending
of her neck, foward or back, or  raising of her head, but allowing her
to turn her head, which she had done, as  she watched the bare feet and
leather pants step out of the pit and walk around her toward the black
vinyl covered "equipment wall". As the feet retreated, she heard the
ominous "Click" of her "mounting ring" and felt her feet begin to
lower toward the "equipment" wall and the floor while  her head began
to rise  toward the door end of the room and the ceiling.

As motion continued, the reality of that motion and especially its
ultimate  'destination' and position for her now "differently" bound
form started to  penetrate her pain wracked, aching body and her numbed
mind. And as the hair on her head began to tighten across her scalp,
she started to  scream............."OH, GOD NO!!!.......NO!NO!NO!
PLEASE!!!!......PLEASE  MASTER!!!!..........LET ME BACK DOWN!!!!"

and in an almost subdued, child like
whimper............"pppllleeeaaassseee ..................don't
do........THAT........to me?......PLEASE????"

But the ring kept rotating as she passed through a horizontal position,
 suspended by her feet and her hair encircled ring attached firmly by
its chain  to her "mounting ring" and then on upward and upward
until......FINALLY.......she was hanging vertically
downward..............HELD  THERE ONLY BY HER OWN.....HAIR!!!

The tension in her legs was gone and in it's place, her scalp screamed
in pain  as her forehead was drawn upward and her eyebrows raised up
unnaturally. She  stared outward at the far wall, searching for her
tormentor.............her  MASTER...........but he was nowhere in
sight.

Then she felt a set of fingers on the bottom of her right foot as they
unbuckled the strap that restrained her right leg in its spread eagled
position and felt the strap come loose, as it was unthreaded from her
"mounting ring"  and her foot pulled backward and upward. She felt a
wide leather belt come  around her sweating belly, and then be yanked
tightly and then be firmly  buckled in the small of her  back. Her
right foot continued to rise upward as  something was dropped  over it
and slid down her upward pointing toes, down her foot and down her
lower leg to hang around her knee............and then the  strap on the
end of her foot was pulled tight, forcing her heel against her  tensed
nether  cheek and the sound of a strap being buckled met her now
"trained" ears.  She felt the strain on the wide tight leather strap at
her  middle and knew  he had strapped her foot, toes pointed upward,
heel in her  sore behind, to it.

The process was repeated with her left foot as she whimpered and tried
to  comprehend how she would survive this new "position", one she had
never in her  life either seen or heard of and now was in the pain
wracked throes of learning .........FIRST HAND, AS,...... ....FOR THE
FIRST TIME,.....HER BOUND BODY BEGAN TO ROTATE WITHOUT MOTION FROM  THE
"MOUNTING RING"...............A BOUND BUNDLE OF SUSPENDED
AGONY.......IN A  POSITION SO HELPLESS AND DEMEANING SHE WAS UTTERLY
SPEECHLESS AND TOTALLY AT A  LOSS FOR..........ANY..........WORDS, EVEN
PLEADINGS AND BEGGINGS ESCAPED HER  MIND-VOICE CONNECTION.

Linda rotated in a slow, precise, lazy circle; her arms extended down
the sides of her body, bound there by the wide belly strap and the
stretched out leather  covered hands yanked down her strapped legs  and
anchored there, with her  pointed toes strapped to the middle of her
back  and the "belly strap" and her  heels planted in her
behind................. ...............ROTATING ON THE END OF A SHINY
STAINLESS STEEL CHAIN...... ........ATTACHED TO HER STAINLESS STEEL
"MOUNTING RING"......AND THE RING   ABOVE HER HEAD THAT WAS ENCIRLED
WITH HER OWN, NOW TENSIONED, HAIR!!!

As she viewed the entire room slipping pasther, she saw
her....MASTER....... ........advancing toward her from the wall with
two long stainless steel chains with clips on their
ends.............like the one she watched him attach to her hair ring
earlier.........He stopped her rotating motion by grasping something
at her downward extended right knee and she heard a
"click-snap"...............and felt her doubled back right leg raised
sideways  toward the "mounting ring",.......UNTIL IT WAS JUST BARELY
SHORT  OF HORIZONTAL AND STRETCHED SIDEWAYS TO THE
"LIMIT".........followed by another "click-snap"  and a tensioned pull
of something in the hollow behind her knee.  Her doubled  back left leg
was similarly "Click-Snapped" at the knee and her  left leg rose
upwards and sideways to.....again.....leave the valley of her sex and
site of  most of her recent torments...............SPLIT WIDE AND
SPREAD OPEN AS IT  HAD............NEVER..........N-E-V-E-R,...NOT
EVER!.... ....................BEEN SPREAD AND EXPOSED BEFORE!!!!!

Facing the wall full of as yet fully comprehended devices and
equipment, Linda  saw her retreating...........MASTER,..........("and
oh, god he was every bit  her..........MASTER.............NOW!.......
............", she thought).....................take down a short
handled whip  with slim lashes hanging from the end of it. She watched
him dip it downward  into a black bucket and raise it upward where the
lashes gleamed in the bright  lights shining on the wall, highlighting
it..................."OIL!!!"..............her mind screamed at her!
And as he  turned and walked toward her with the dripping, short, black
lashed demon  grasped firmly in his right hand at his side and stepped
over into her  "pit"...........her personal pit of private
hell......pain and pleasure  mixed.....Linda began to beg and to plead
with every inflection, tone and level known to her mind, failing vocal
cords and tongue..............................

First low and whispered..............."no, mmmaaasssttteeerrr,
pppllleeeaaassseee, mmmaaasssttteeerrr............nnnooottt
ttthhhaaattt...................oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
,...................NO!...............PLEASE!.............. and then in
a husky louder pleading, begging, breaking voice.......
.............ANYTHING, MASTER..........I"LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT.......
...............I'LL SUCK YOU............I'LL LICK YOU............
.........I'LL MAKE 'LOVE' TO YOU LIKE YOU'VE.........NEVER........ BEEN
MADE  LOVE TO..............BBBEEEFFFOOORRREEE!, PLEASE....NO!!!!"

The not yet familiar deep male voice responded to her entreaties by
saying,  ever so lowly, so slowly and so plainly, in a deep whispered
voice............"You've already done all that for me, my pretty,
stretched,  bound, helpless..............slave.........
....................now let us begin to.......understand.....each
other................as I teach you what the true meaning of the
words.............OBEDIENCE..........AND..........SUBMISSION......
REALLY  ARE..................FOR YOU!!!"

And again, in a low whispered voice, he said..............."a truely
submissive sexually bound female slave must.........feel.......herself
being sexually used by her master...............must......FEEL.......
..............the hopelessness............the helplessness of her
'position'................and must,............ABOVE ALL............
...........FEEL HER EVERY SEXUAL PORE RESPOND UNREASONINGLY AND
SPONTANEOUSLY  TO HER MASTER'S MERE VOICE..............it is not enough
to say the  words.............nor to act out the the responses with
your 'voluntary'  actions, MY PRETTY SLAVE.....YOU MUST INVOLUNTARILY
BECOME THE SEXUAL  SUBMISSIVE THAT I....KNOW........
YOU.............ARE.................by  responding in the only way that
a sexually submissive female slave can respond  to her master and
'creator'....................with.....total, continuous,  sexual
stimulation.......AND.....total, continuous, sexual orgasm.........
.................TOTAL..........CONTINUOUS..............AND
COMPLETE...........VISIBLE...........SEXUAL.............RESPONSE!!!"

His left hand reached out, palm up, and cradled the, once AGAIN, ever
wettening seat of her sexual being...............pressing upward, and
rubbing from front  to back..........as Linda felt her self being
helplessly manipulated and used  in this simplest of ways.......
.........as she felt him fondling her continuously..........he raised
the  handle of the still dripping whip........to her mouth........and
said........"LICK IT, MY PRETTY, OVERSEXED, HELPLESS..........SLAVE,
.............lick the shaft of your next lover...........the only
COMPLETE AND  TOTAL LOVER YOU SHALL EVER...........HEREAFTER.....HAVE
TO SATISFY WITH YOUR  OWN SIMULTANEOUS, COMPLETE, SEXUAL GRATIFICATION
AND  CONTINUOUSLY, INVOLUNTARY ORGASMS...............UNTIL HE STOPS
'LOVING' YOU!"

"PAIN IS YOUR SEXUAL NEED, SLAVE..................INSTRUMENTS OF PAIN
ARE YOUR  'LOVERS'...............FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD
AND....FOREVER!"

"AND THE MASTER?....'YOUR' MASTER?....HE IS THE CREATOR AND THE
DELIVERER OF  YOUR 'LOVERS'...............TO......SATISFY.......YOUR
EVERY SEXUAL NEED, WANT  AND DESIRE.....COMPLETELY AND
CONTINUOUSLY...................!"

Linda stared into his eyes from within her suspended, helpless, totally
and  obscenely sexually exposed and spread body, feeling the rising
storm of sexual  need and answering sexual
gratification...........through eyes that were pulled upward by her
stretched, tensioned scalp..... ...........with a mind that
comprehended the words.......THE 'TRUE' MEANING  OF THE
WORDS............for the very first time.

She extended her tongue and wetly and subserviently caressed....NOT
LICKED.... ...the handle of the dripping whip held before her
mouth..........she laved it  with painstaking care and stared at it's
full potent length from the dripping  lashes to the to the blunt
bulbous end of the handle.............she wanted to  orally satisfy it
in any way she could............as best she
could..........BECAUSE........ ...............WHEN SHE
STOPPED..........HER LOVER WOULD BEGIN "LOVING"
HER..............TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY.........AND HER MIND COULD NOT
YET  "ACCEPT" THAT EVENTUALITY..............

And her 'lover"......retreated........to.....................BEGIN!!!!

Totally suspended in a tightly wrapped cocoon of helpless and yet
obscenely   spread sexual exposure, naked and yet "wrapped", spread
open hugely and widely  to meet her "lover", Linda began to feel the
"fingers" of her "total and   complete lover" as she closed her eye
lids as tight as she could.......

.....and her MASTER said.............."OPEN YOUR
EYES............SLAVE...... ........AND BEHOLD YOUR
"LOVER".............WATCH YOUR LOVER!"

And she watched!............submissively....obediently.....in a rising
tide of  sexual responses so acute and so complete that the helplessly
exposed position  of her responding totally sexualized body became
totally and completely  irrelevant.................as her mind locked
out all but the millions of  sexual responses coming back to it from
every tensioned and expectant nerve  ending in her pleasure engulfed
body..............as pain mixed with sex and  came to her as total and
complete  pleasure........................................

And her first REAL submissive, total, sexual orgasm began as she hung
there   untouched by anything at all..............NO WHIP............NO
HAND..... NO  MALE ORGAN.................NOTHING!!!

And Linda moaned her pleasure and began to entreat her lover with her
mind and  her voice in low horse, throaty, abandoned whispers of a
lover rising to meet a partner in the throes of complete and total
sexual abandon....!

End of Part I - Chapter 6
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