The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Part 2 – Chapter 7
LINDA'S TRAINING AND OBEDIENCE BEGIN IN MARLA'S CASTLE OF "HELL"
Having reflected, with pleasure, about what He would next do with His personal and complete slave and submissive, linda, Master Paul turned to survey the sights and scenes before Him…..the still begging, moaning, gurgling and screaming blond slave hung in the imprisoning blocks and rams a very short distance away and her Mistress, Mistress Marla, who was extracting the last ounce of "flight" out of the pleading, begging, moaning blond with hissing and swishing applications of the well oiled and continuously slapping cat, alternated with torments to the extremely rigid nipples and wide spread sex of the writhing blond.
At the moment, Mistress Marla had her fist buried inside her "charge" and was amplifying and and orchestrating the beggings, screamings and moanings in a way all too familiar to Master Paul. The belly muscles of the blond rolled in continuous and constant spasms of pleasure and reaction to the activity being visited upon her feminine insides by this she-devil expert in such matters……who knew, perhaps better than Her "subject", what affects the manipulations were having and would have.
As the beggings and moanings grew louder and more urgent in nature, Mistress Marla quickly popped Her closed fist out of the expanded wet cavity, causing the sweating blond to snap her head forward and stare at the She-devil in absolute fear and horror as the results of the quick manuever tore through her and then left her EMPTY……….and wanting to be refilled in the extreme…..
"…… Oh, NO MISTRESS!!!!……. PLEASE, MISTRESS…….. PPPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE DON'T STOP NOW… OH PLEASE? I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK… AANNYYTTHHIINNGG!!! Don't stop…….pppllleeeaaasssseee???"
"Please WHAT?…. BITCH!", came the reply.
Low and slowly……"please Mistress…..don't stop…"
"Master Paul…..would you like to FINISH this simpering bitch for me?……. I'm tired of her….." came Mistress Marla's reply.
"Oh nnnnnoooooooooooo, MISTRESS…….please no…not HIM! Please?"
As the blond quaked and bucked in genuine fear and apprehension, Master Paul slowly walked over to stand beside Mistress Marla and to glare into the pale blue eyes of the spread, sweating beauty before them.
"Here…..you take the cat and work with her for a while…. I need to tend to linda for a while and get the holding cell prepared for this one…….see if you can take her the 'rest of the way', will you?" Marla said in a low even tone as she handed Him the cat, then turned and walked toward linda.
Master Paul heard linda, behind Him, suck in her breath and then begin slowly and carefully pleading with the approaching Mistress Marla…… "no, Mistress……please…… He's MY MASTER……. MINE MISTRESS…….. HE"S MMMMMIIIINNNNNEEEEEEE…..pppplllleeeeaaaassssee?"
He did not turn around to watch what happened next, but He shuddered at the inadvertent omission linda had just made of the word "Mistress" at the end of her impassioned and sincere plea to Mistress Marla…….and heard the "results" of Mistress Marla's "reaction" as linda's low voice rose to a screaming, whining pleading crescendo……..
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH………… NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO- OOOOO…….. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO… 'MISTRESS'………. I'M SORRY MISTRESSS……. NO, NO, NO, PLEASE DON`T DO THAT TO ME…….. IT HURTS SO BAD…………"
Sounds of flesh on flesh reverberated through the room as linda continued to scream and plead her apologies to Mistress Marla and Mistress Marla continued to punish her for the transgression…… now, TWICE, repeated…..
Master Paul turned His head slightly and out of the corner of His eye, saw Mistress Marla drawing a nipple tightly downward by it's golden piercing ring as Her other hand whipped back and forth across the distended breast…. He shuddered and refocused His attention on the still pleading but slowly settling down slave in the blocks and rams before Him………..
"now, what was this about 'NOT HIM',……..my spread, horny little misbehaving, submissive slut?……….hummmmmmm?"
"No, SIR…. I didn't mean it… SIR….honestly, I DIDN'T!!!" came the reply in a low and VERY submissive voice.
"Oh, I'm sure…. NOW….that's true, but let's see if you can make amends for your little transgression of 'choices', shall we?"
He stepped between the outstretched legs and slowly inserted His fingers into the spread, blond's very very very wet 'valley' before Him and then slowly slid the lips open and slid His thumb and forefinger upward until He encountered the hooded little nub at the top. Carefully, thumb and forefinger surrounded the quivering small seat of extreme pleasure in all women and lightly gripping on either side, slowly, He descended thumb and fore- finger to the base and up tight against the seat of the nub…….then tightening ever so slowly He began to stroke up and down….listening to the reaction……..
"oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh nnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo…….ppppppllllll eeeeeaaassseeee……. SIR…….aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh……." and the pleas died away in swift intakes of breath and a careful arching of the body TOWARD Him to lessen the pressure or do ANYTHING to stop the effect of this simplest of all "holds" of a Master on His female submissive "subject"…………….
Long ago, many years back, He had learned a great deal about this sensitive and prone to so much pleasure nub, and how it could, when properly aroused and sensitized, be used as THE most potent and fearful form of PUNISHMENT a woman could experience…..while in the throes of sexual pleasure and either in or close to orgasm…and He knew exactly how much pressure to exert and how much "stroking" to do to extract what He wanted………
"Now, little blond, misbehaving, bitch…….fly for me…….. up….come up and show me what you can do for a Master when He 'handles' you"………..as the gurgling, grunting, moaning and bearing down sounds began involuntarily to stream from the blond's wide open mouth and her head rolled around and around on her shoulders……….her body tensing like a tight bowstring……outward toward Him,…… NEVER away…………
In the background, He could hear the hoist motor beginning to run as linda's pleas had died away to silence.
The spreadeagled, sweating and arched blond attempted to keep up with the rhythm of her tormentor's thumb and fore finger. He could feel the tingling between them as she grunted and spasmed and attempted to do something, ANYTHING, to relieve the sexual pressure He was so expertly applying to her, on her and driving her with, through an orgasmic array of pleasure/pain torments like nothing she had ever experienced before….not even from her new Mistress, Mistress Marla……..
"What IS my name, my flying little slut…. MY NAME?"
"uuuuuhhhhhhhhh……. Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmassster PPPPPP, PPPPP PPPPPPAAAAUUUULLLL, sssss, ssss, sssssiiiirrrrrr…….."
Tightening slightly and quickening the stroke ever so slightly… "………. Whose MASTER, am I, bitch?"
IIIIIIII, IIIIIII, I don't know, MMMAAASSSTTTERRRR……."
"Shall we FIND OUT,……. RIGHT NOW……whose MASTER I AM? Hummmmmm?"
"NO!….. PLEASE!…… NO!, NO!, NO!… PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE…………. NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO………"
Tighter….faster…….."no, WHAT, BITCH???"
"……..mmmmmmaaaaasssstttttteeeeerrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!…..uuuuuuuu- uuuuhhhhhhhhh………..uuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm………" trailed off the answer as the head bobbed wildly around and the body arched toward Him even further……………
"That's correct…. SLAVE……. YOUR Master………… YOURS! So long as I have you where I want you and YOU want to be, you are MINE!"
"……..aaaahhhhhhhh….yes Master……yyyyyoooouuuurrrrssss!"
He released the thumb and forefinger and quickly withdrew them…..as the grunting and moaning mouth exploded in a……..
"NO MASTER…. NO NO NO NO…….. PLEASE DON'T STOP IT…… PPPPPLLLLEEEAAASSEEE!"
"Beg, me……convince me to resume…….."
"oh god……please Master…..please…. I'll do anything you want….take me…..use me…….but….pppppplllleeeeeaasssseeee…ffffiiiinnniiiisssshhhh MMMMMMMEEEEE…. PPPPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAAA- SSSSEEEEE!" came the expected reply.
"Take you? Use you?…..what sort of language is that, slave?"
"FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MMMMEEEEE, MMMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRRR….. RRRRAAAAMMMM YYYYOOOUUUURRRRR CCCCOOOOCCCCKKKK IIINNNN MMMMYYYY CUNT! STUFF MY ASS WITH IT…….. TEAR MY NIPPLES OFF……. ANYTHING….. BUT PLEASE, MASTER, FFFFFFIIIINNNNIIIISSSSHHHHH MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE! PLEASE, MASTER!"
He stepped back and set the cat in motion, up through the wet spread valley before Him, swiftly and HARD, taking particular care to have the tips lick continuously exactly where His thumb and forefinger had been before……..over and over and over…
As the sweating, straining blond arched into the licking, oiled strands and hissed…literally hissed……….
"yyyyeeeesssssss….. MMMMMAAAAASSSTTTEEEERRRRR……. HURT ME MORE… YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS…. SSSSSOOOOO GGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD…. CCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMINNNNGGGGG, MMMMMMASTER…. CUMMING….. NNNNOOOOOWWWWW!"
…. And the body before Him arched one last time, straining outward and then went slack in the rams and blocks as the head rolled over backwards and the eyes slid closed……. FINISHED…… OUT LIKE THE PROVERBIAL LIGHT…………
He tossed the cat across the room onto the leather covered bench, and, after checking His swooning 'charge' to make certain she was breathing normally and in no danger, He turned and walked toward linda and Mistress Marla.
The sight before Him shocked him, at first. Mistress Marla had removed the spreader rods or bars from between the trays linda was strapped into, kneeling, thus allowing her legs to splay out wider, or so it seemed. As He studied the position more carefully, He realized that linda now controlled the spread of the trays and her legs……and she could move them wider, outward or draw them in tight, at will.
Except for ONE SMALL FACTOR….. Mistress Marla was standing behind her, commanding…."spread em…you bitch….wider……wider yet……slut…..wider…….wider than that……..now, hold them their………."
As He watched, Mistress Marla began applying a crop with a leather loop on the end to the splayed and split wet slit before Her,……the legs started to close….and the commanding voice reverberated through the room………
"WIDER…. YOU FUCKING BITCH…. I SAID…. WIDER!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
"yyyyeeeeeesssss…. MISTRESS…….anything you say… MISTRESS!"
The crop toyed with the spread linda……teasing her all along her spread lips, caressing the rings and burrowing into the open valley……over and over and over as the legs closed ever so slightly in reaction to what was going on and then widened even more.
Master Paul watched the scene in silence as Mistress and slave seemingly teased and worked together, with each other….it was difficult to determine just who, EXACTLY, was getting the most pleasure out of the episode before Him.
"Ok, bitch, close em up…."
The legs swung shut, pulling the broad leather strap over linda's back down taut. The strain of holding her legs that way showed on linda's body and her face as she tightened every muscle to do it. Marla slapped her naked behind with an open palm and said…………"now hold em that way until I tell you otherwise….."
Walking over to Him, Marla said to Paul…"I see you finished our little blond friend……good…. I'll take her down and put her away to 'hang around' for a while…….you tend to linda for a while……..she LIKES this "loose in the trays" gig……….." and with that, Marla walked back toward the sagging, still sweating and now slightly shuddering blond in the blocks and rams.
As Master Paul walked up close to the hanging linda, doubled up and bound tightly into her "kneeling trays" and up as high as the overhead hoist could take her, she raised her head up…… He gave a slight shudder as He viewed an angry red welt across her cheek. Straining, she tried to smile, ever so slightly, back at Him…but the effort was sort of pathetic….she looked, for all the world, like whipped, wet, straining and hurt puppy dog. Reaching up into the trolley drawer, He retrieved the control box and slowly lowered her down to the the floor where He discon- nected the hook from the D-Ring in the broad strap, raised the hook and cable back up and pushed the trolley back out of the way.
Carefully, He released the broad leather strap that bound linda into the trays and from which she had been suspended and threw it over her back onto the floor on the other side of her. Next He disconnected the link between her cuffed wrists on her back and then, finally, He unbuckled the two broad, black leather straps on either leg and tray that held her down tight, kneeling in them. Placing His hands in her armpits, He raised her to sitting position in the trays, knees together and let her rest for a while, watching her carefully. She kept her head down and said not a word to Him. When she was upright He could see a small amount of dried blood on her left nipple and surmised that the nipple ring had torn her flesh.
After a few minutes of rest, He took linda's hands in His and helped her off the elevated trays, to stand before Him, naked, head down and eyes lowered. No words were spoken between them. In the background He could hear Mistress Marla removing and moving the now wide awake blond to the far end of the room and a door being unlocked and opened. Shortly thereafter, the begging and pleading started all over from the blond, from inside the room..
"Nooooo Mistress….not up there…….no, please….not TONIGHT! Let me sleep in the bed upstairs, please, Mistress." There was a loud crack of a crop on bare flesh and a long, moaning whimper, then silence. He focused His attention back on linda……..
"Spread your legs and stand with them apart for a while……."
She slowly spread them open about three feet and stood there, hands at her sides, head and eyes lowered. He walked around behind her and ran His hand up and down her naked back and behind, slowly caressing her as she shivered under His touch. He took her hair, from the rear, in His left hand and drew her head back so her eyes were staring up at the ceiling, and said……..
"Now, MY slave, MY total submissive and MY possession, are we ready to begin learning how YOUR MASTER wishes you to obey Him?"
The answer, unhesitatingly, softly, and very clipped and short, came back…….
"yes, MASTER"
"Kneel on the carpet, legs apart as they are."
"yes, Master"
"Put your behind down tight on the floor between your legs."
"yes Master"
Releasing her hair, "head down, eyes down, chin on your chest"
"yes Master"
"Place the tops of your feet on the carpet, toes pointing backward and place your hands, palms upward, on the tops of your thighs"
"Yes, Master"
"This is the position I want you to take every time you come to me to be my slave and fly for me….do you understand ME?"
"YES, MASTER…. I UNDERSTAND, MASTER"
Walking around in front of her, He stood, just in front of her, a foot or so from her spread knees and placing His hands in her hair, bent her forward between the spread knees as He said….
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