The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved 3 · Part 1 (1/2)
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LINDA'S PAST – PART 1 – CHAPTER 2
MEMORIES OF THE PAST FLOW BACK AS LINDA HUNTS A "NEW" MASTER
With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the moustached and bearded big guy at the back right end of the U-Shaped bar, Linda started her second number……..a Beach Boys tune she loved. She whipped into action, whirling around the stage in her pale blue bikini top and pale blue bikini pants, but keeping her eyes glued to the mirror all along the back of the stage and locked on the sexy big guy. She never looked at him directly, but, instead always through the huge mirror. She noted, (and so did her body as it continued to become more sexually aroused and sexually stimulated), that he was locked onto her eyes and never took HIS eyes off them.
She wriggled her ass at him; she shook her pert little breasts at him; she, literally, used every trick she'd learned since she left the farm in Delaware to get him to look at her BODY,……..but he never took his eyes off her eyes, no matter what she did. As the song came to a close she couldn't help comparing this tall, large framed, bearded male to that huge, handsome hulk and hunk of a man, who had so "forcefully" and permanently entered her young life, in that strange basement room, in Parkersburg, that fateful and punishing night, years ago as she remained bound in leather straps, gagged and suspended between stainless steel body forming and shaping rods, on her knees with her arms and hands locked straight down toward the floor, her legs spread wide, with the rubbery, hot, now wet, vibrating, at first sexually satisfying, twin male "engines" buried deeply and thickly to the hilt in her hurting, but very wet, female sexual passage and up her stretched anal canal.
Hilda….. MISTRESS HILDA!…. had left the room a L-O-N-G time ago and the twin, pseudo male organs were still running rampant, at their highest possible setting, deep inside her protruding and sweat coated body, driving her to one ogasmic peak after another, all be it farther and farther apart, as her sexual recovery period got longer and longer and the pain wracking, post orgasmic contractions and spasms lasted longer and longer before subsiding to allow her to start her build up to yet another swelling, mind engulfing, orgasmic orgy of pleasure followed by yet another "round" of EXTREME pain.
How many times, she tried to recall now, had she "come" in that position down there in that steaming hot, black vinyl walled room with the white vinyl floor mat, mirrored ceiling and gimbaled stainless steel "artful" rings firmly pinned into the reflecting ceiling above, into the padded white floor below and into each other, with all those dimly illuminated, rather vague looking, strange "tools of the trade" hanging on the far, ominous, black wall behind them?
As her selected third tune started, Linda swayed sexily and wantonly back and forth, staring carefully and continuously into the mirror and, thus, into those kind but firm eyes that stared ever back at her, just as constantly, almost lovingly, but with a smiling and knowing quality about them and their owner that told Linda this was no "ordinary" male. No, this one knew her inside out without touching her, without saying a word to her! And he knew she was somehow "special", (she could sense it), just as she knew the same about him!. KNEW IT!
He had that masterful but gentle quality about him that, late that one night in Parkersburg in that basement room, had driven her wild with passion and with the mindless, unreasoned desire to please in any way that she possibly could………. TO OBEY AND SUBMIT!….and to love, to lick and lave, to suck and devour, to be fondled, to be licked, to be sucked, and to be thoroughly filled and stuffed full of her MASTER as she had been driven to incredible heights of sexual satisfaction in ways she had never dreamed possible, as she was carefully put through one new "experience" after another, while begging and moaning for still more.
As Linda locked the potent memories in her mind, reminding herself of the "stakes" involved, her eyes stayed locked to the gentle stranger's eyes as she danced and swayed her wanton sexually wicked best, and her mind, once again, drifted backward in time and over all those many intervening years, to the tepid basement room in the whore's club in Parkersburg to re-create and embellish the first time she'd ever met such a man…………. A MASTER……….her OWN very special FIRST master!
She recalled that she had just been coming down from an orgasmic peak that fateful night in that basement room in Parkersburg, shuddering in her leather straps and stainless steel "Iron Maiden" frame, when she first heard the padded but firm foot steps behind her on the soft, white, matted, floor. Her head was raised up, eyes staring ahead and locked in that position that had forced her to stare forward at the large, almost majestic, stainless steel, gimbaled rings that occupied the darkened center of the room, with all those frightening instruments of as yet unexperienced bondage and punishment that hung dimly suspended from the far black, vinyl wall beyond the rings.
The wide leather strap that tightly stretched across her forehead and had locked her head between her framing stainless steel rod "captor", the painful stainless steel ring in her mouth just behind her teeth that anchored her mouth in its opened and vulnerable, straight ahead position with it's complimenting ball gag and leather strap pulled deeply and securely into the ring and her six inch wide leather neck strap that anchored her neck in its entirely immobile position and had not allowed her to turn her head even a fraction of an inch to see what was causing the sounds she had heard.
She had tried to look upward into the mirrored ceiling but, all she been able to see was a downward view of the stainless steel gimbaled rings in the center of the large room and a different downward, dimmed view of the masses of leather straps, whips, hoods and other objects she had seen very infrequently before in her young and budding twenty years, even considering that two of them had been as a paid prostitute in this very place! WELL PAID!
Suddenly, a gentle set of fingers, belonging to the mysterious noise maker, touched the sweat covered, rounded curve of her buttocks and gently moved back and forth through the beaded rivers that had been pouring from her body for what seemed like an eternity. The fingers slowly glided over her straining behind and slid gentlely, carefully and purposefully along her hip and forward across the ten inch wide leather strap that held her shuddering abdominal muscles rigidly locked to her outlining "maiden's frame" of stainless steel rods that held her rigidly in its firm confines until, finally the hand had reached the base of her sexually arroused and swollen, down thrust, tingling breast as its muscles spasmed in time with her post orgasmic tremors.
The hand paused, and then slowly decended down the sweat covered outer slope of her then twenty year old, small but shapely breast, moving ever downward and so tantalizingly across the hanging small mound until in caressed the rigid, now tingling nipple in the center. The finger quickly withdrew, leaving Linda with only a phantom sensation of its former presence and then, suddenly, she felt finger tips brushing across her BOTH her hypersensitized nipples. Gently; Lovingly; with an ease and a touch that drove her wild with sexual excitement and longing; and even wilder with curiosity. This had to be another woman. No man could touch a woman like THAT! There wasn't a male alive who could do what those fingers were doing, she had thought, as the fingers once more withdrew.
The mysterious fingers returned and settled gently into the back of her neck just above the encasing six inch neck strap and moved upward through her now sweat drenched hair to the the middle of the back of her head where the ball gag's strap was firmly buckled in place. The fingers began to loosen the strap ever so slowly. As it loosened, and the large rubber ball with its center piercing, leather, restraining strap started to move out of her mouth and out of that very painful stainless steel ring that rested, relentlessly up against the roof and the bottom of her mouth just behind her wide open and very useless as well as completely "harmless" teeth.
Linda took a deep breath through her now unplugged mouth, feeling and savoring the cool air flowing around the retreating ball and it's soaking wet leather straps, as she listened and waited and watched to see who this mysterious, gentle stranger was.
The ball gag was lifted away slowly as Linda detected it being laid carefully on the floor near her. As that sound retreated in her ears and died away, she felt something very soft coming forward over her forehead and down toward her eyes. As the obvious device lowered, cutting off her vision, she smelled leather, NEW LEATHER, and felt a soft sheepskin like texture begin to encase her eyes and blindfold her. "Oh, damn", she had though, "I'll never be able to see who's doing this to me now." The soft blindfold was tightly buckled behind her head, over her sweat matted hair, as the gentle hands and their even gentler fingers retreated yet one more time.
As she strained to listen, Linda heard the clear and unmistakeable sound of a zipper being done or undone and the sound of human flesh rubbing against its leather encasement, followed by padding, bare feet on the white matted floor as they advanced around her right side and stopped in front of her uptilted, riggedly framed and very immobile head.
A finger rimmed her wet wide spread lips and then slide inward to gently caress her languid, motionless and long unused tongue as it lay inside the stainless steel ring that kept he mouth propped open in what had to be a most obscene and inviting way. The advancing finger moved over her tongue, then back to her lips, then back to her tongue until, in utter frustration and frenzy, she began to lave the finger WITH her tongue and caress it back as it had caressed her tongue and her lips.
This went on for a long, long time and as it did, the vibrating, long loving, twin male artificial "engines" in her behind kept up their constant rhythm and she started to build slowly toward yet another orgasmic peak. As the sensation grew in her lower belly and spread upward across her tightly strapped middle, a set of fingers began to gently enclose and tightly squeeze her left nipple, rolling it between them, firmly, but gently. The fingers moved to her right nipple where they repeated the motion and then retreated. Suddenly, the finger in her mouth slowly retreated and was gently replaced by an unmistakeable object of some considerable size.
"My God", she thought with a start, "IT'S A MAN!"
The fingers that had been teasing and caressing her propped open, obscenely, spread, sexy lips, and the wet languid tongue within, suddenly touched her left breast and moved incessantly downward until they were teasing her left nipple just as the others resumed squeezing and teasing her right nipple. As they continued their gentle, squeezing and teasing of her rigid, sensitive, multiple orgasmic stimulated nipples, her lips felt the slow, steady advance of a hot and engorged rigid male organ as it's head slip over her bottom lip and onto her tongue.
As it had advanced and passed through the mouth bracing stainless steel ring, Linda recalled that she had quickly resumed her licking and laving with her tongue. Only, this time, she was not attending to a mere finger. This time, she was savoring, laving and licking the REAL THING. She rolled her tongue across the head of the slowly advancing male organ and slid it under the rigid edges of the obviously circumcised head and then slowly rolled her tongue from one side, down under the head and back up the other side as far as she could, and the started back around again.
As the sexy, huge member very slowly advanced into her mouth, through the ring and over her flicking and caressing wet tongue she felt it relentlessly moving toward the back of her mouth and her throat. Gently, it began to retreat from her mouth, sliding back out through the ring. With the automatic reaction of a true "lady of the evening", she curled her lips down around the retreating shaft as tightly as she could and rolled her tongue back and forth, from one side to the other of it and across it's bottom as she began to suck on the now tightly lip enclosed forward part of this maddening huge male engine of love and procreation.
She sucked on it and laved it with her tongue until it once again began to advance toward her throat; and as it continued she began to moan and gurgle deep in her throat to give the possessor of this fleshy engine a sign that she wanted more of it deep in her mouth…. No, not her mouth…….deep in her throat. She sucked him and teased him and licked him and moaned her assent as he slowly acknowledged her efforts by moving ever further inward and toward the back of her throat.
The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved 3 · Part 1 (1/2)
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