Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/linda06.txt

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 DANCING (& OTHER THINGS) IN THE (ALMOST!) DARK FOR THE BOSS' "ASSOCIATES"

                           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 pickü¬┴@íer
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