The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved 5 · Part 1

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MASTER PAUL LETS LINDA DOWN……….. SLOWLY……… FINALLY!!!

As Linda hung from the overhead heavy "trapeze bar", attached to it by the chains attached to her ankle cuffs and thigh cuffs, shivering and quaking in her continuous orgasmic orgy, her pierced nippled breasts rubbing back and forth across the plush red carpet of the master bedroom and her pleading, begging and moaning hoarse voice entreating Master Paul to give her more…… MORE…… M-O-R-E……………

…………. Master Paul reached under her slick, wet and dilated sexual "mouth" and grasped the small, carefully placed little metal alligator clip that squeezed her tortured and hooded love button ever so firmly, but not savagely, and started to release it……..

……. Linda began to scream and plead with him……….."NNNNOOOOO……. MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRRR……… NO, NO, NO!!!" "PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO MMMMMMEEEEEEEE!…………… PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE LEAVE IT ALONE………….. PLEASE????"…………………

Shaking his head, Paul backed away from her and watched her gyrating and trembling through her orgasmic wonders…………a continuous and triumphant parade of pure sexual gratification that never deminished and simply went on and on and on…………………

…..the sweating, shaking, squirming sexually submissive and "conquered" LINDA looked over her shoulder and under her suspended shaking legs at Paul and very lowly and huskily said…………………

………."PLEASE, MASTER PAUL………..'FIST' ME!!!!…………………. YOUR SLAVE NEEDS SOMETHING INSIDE OF HER…. PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE?"….

Shaking his head in absolute amazement and wonder, Paul returned to his former position behind Linda, between her hugely splayed and suspended naked legs, where he inserted the fingers of his right hand into the wet, black depths of the contracting vaginal passage and, curling them together with his thumb curled into the palm of the now pointing hand, he thrust steadily forward sinking the extended hand deeper and deeper inside the panting, moaning Linda…….until the last of the thumb disappeeared from view and the wrist slide inward and downward…………………………………..

……………..as the finger tips touched the mouth of Linda's cervix Paul opened the imprisoned hand and formed a firm fist, then rotated his hand and wrist from side to side inside the stretched, contracting and releasing passage, wet with orgasmic juices……………………thinking back, to himself, of the few times he'd done this to any other female, Slave or otherwise……and remembering the 'request' they'd made for him to do it and then the catterwalling, pleading crys as it was slowly accomplished……………but NOT LINDA….. Oh no………. NOT LINDA!!! She just moaned a gave a satisfied sort of grunting sound as the hand bottomed out…………..

Once the fist was closed tight inside of Linda, Paul began to pull backward, dragging the now wildly screaming and sobbing Linda backward across the bright red carpet on her flattened chest and the ringed nipples and their firey breasts………………………………

…………..pulling the fist up into and through the spreading, stretched passage with a suctioning, slurping sound until it came free with a loud……"POP"…………..covered with the slick, hormone rich coating of a bitch in heat……………………a smell that drove Paul nuts with desire…………………..even now after all Linda had done to 'satisfy' his 'needs'…………

………….. and Linda continued to scream and cry estatically and wildly with every ounce of sound her vocal cords could develop after the long orgasmic seige……………………………..

And then the sound level died to a low slow…………."AAAAHHHHH YYYYEEEESSSS MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRR…………. SSSSOOO……………… GGGGOOOOOOODDDD……….. SSSSOOOO….. SSSSTTTTRRRROOOONNNNGGGG!!!"

…………….."YOUR SLAVE HAS BEEN PUNISHED MASTER PAUL……………….. SO WELL PUNISHED……………. SIR!!!"

Then and only then did Paul reach swiftly under the still quaking and dripping spread hole and remove the small metal clip from its imprisoned small button…………………………………………….which brought an……….."OOOOOHHHHHH MMMMYYYY GGGGOOOODDDD…………… I'M CCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG MMMMMAAAAASSSSSTTTTTEEEEERRRRR!!!!"

……….standing three feet behind the sweat coated spectical of Paul's life time, he thought to himself…………"you've got to be kidding, Linda……………what the hell was all the rest of that continuous wild 'show'????" In time he would learn that Linda did things "differently" from other women in the orgasm and climax categories………….. VERY VERY DIFFERENTLY!!!

…..shaking his head, Paul step forward and unclipped first the ankle cuffs and then the thigh cuffs and lowered one leg and then the other to the carpeted floor.

Once freed from her suspension, Linda rolled onto her back and stared up at him with those big brown loving eyes and ran her tongue around her wrinkled lips……………"SIR, MAY YOUR SLAVE HAVE HER TEETH BACK, PLEASE MASTER" came the somehow funny plea from the exhausted, wet woman sprawled on the carpet in front and below him. He obliged by going to the bed and retrieving the false teeh which he gingerly and gently handed to the cow eyed Linda, who slipped them quickly into her mouth.

"Tell me something, Slave………..how did you manage to lose your own teeth?", Paul asked her.

"Aaaahhhhh, MMMMaaasssstttteeeerrrr, do you really want to know?" questioned a far less submissive Linda.

"Yes I do, Slave………..tell me!"

"Its not what you're thinking Paul,……really it isn't!"

"Linda, don't tease me or play with me!…….what happened?"

"Well, while I was in Parkersburg, at Chris' Place, my mouth got really really sore and stayed that way for about a week; Chris got concerned and took me to a doctor who immediately put me in the hospital", Linda explained. "After a lot of tests and mumbling among themselves and with Chris, the doctors told me I had cancer in my mouth…………the jaw bone(s)…….and places like that!" "I raised holy hell and broke down and cried for a whole day as they ran more tests and took a lot of X-rays of my face."

"Two days after they told me about it, they wheeled me into an operating room and put me out. When I woke up I had no teeth and my mouth and whole face and neck burned like fire. They kept me sedated for a week to lessen the pain……..and it did!"

"Finally, Chris told me they had removed three fourths of my jaw and cheek bones and some other stuff along with all my teeth. But he said they were pretty sure they had gotten all the cancerous stuff out of me, but that I was going to have to take X-ray therapy for a while to make sure that it didn't come back. But, he and they told me they had rebuilt all my jaw and facial bones with some stronger artificial stuff so that I would look normal….better than normal, in fact…. AND THEY WERE RIGHT…. I DID", she explained to Paul.

"For three months I was sick as a dog and couldn't keep any food down as they bombarded me with that goddamn 'cannon'. But it did the trick and I'm 'cured' now, Paul……..aren't you glad?" Linda asked in a very sexy and yet somehow still a 'little' servile and subservient way.

"Uuuhhhhh, hhhhuuuuhhhh………….you better believe I'm 'glad', Linda……………..but doesn't it bother you to have lost your teeth at such a young age and been so close to dying", he asked.

"It did at first……..but I discovered that I could 'surprise' my lovers the way I did you today……. MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PPPPAAAAUUUULLLL!!!!" Linda said in a low, slow, sexy throaty voice that was not in the least submissive, now.

"How many women have given you a 'head job' the way I did to day, Master?……eh?" "I can slick your cock so smoothly and grip it so tightly with my lips and gums that you can't cum until I DECIDE YOU CAN, MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PAUL," Linda hissed up at him almost defiantly. "I'm the best 'blow job" artist there is in the world,…………. SSSSIIIIRRRR!" (again, the defiance).

Looking down at her with disapproval, Paul bluntly said "AND YOU ARE ONE GODDAMN DEFIANT, DISOBEDIENT, BITCH OF A SLAVE RIGHT NOW………………. LINDA………….. MY LINDA!!! What the hell am I going to do about you?"

She looked up at him, still defiant, and said……"guess you'll have to 'think of something' for 'next time' to 'punish me', won't you…….. MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PPPPAAAAUUUULLLL?????"

And, with that, Linda got up from the floor and strolled into the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she looked over her shoulder and winked at him with a very wicked grin on her face.

Thirty minutes later, Linda was gone and Paul had packed all the stuff away in to leather cases and let him self out of the apartment which belonged to one of his unmarried partners in the firm. On the way out through the lobby he stopped in the building managers office and asked about Penthouse Apartment Number Four down the hall from where he and Linda had spent the whole day. By the time he left the building, he had a receipt in his hand for the deposit on Apartment Four and the first three months rent and a one year lease agreement in his suit coat pocket, with an option to buy into the Condo, either by buying Penthouse Apartment Four or another of his choosing during the year lease period with all the "rent" applying toward the purchase.

A rather pooped and sagging Paul wandered into the office just before 5:00PM, just in time to be paged to the telephone………

When he picked up the phone and said "hello"…….a low, throaty, sexy voice whispered back in his ear………………

"IS MY MASTER HAPPY WITH HIS NEW SLAVE?………… DOES HE THINK SHE NEEDS MORE PUNISHMENT, MASTER……………… SIR?"……..

"Yes, Slave………………….she definitely needs more punishment and I'll tell her where and when when I'm ready………………..and only WHEN I'M READY!" he said firmly and hung up the phone.

"Aaaahhhhh, its started in earnest", he though, as he started to jot down a list of people, companies, equipment and tools he was going to need to "fix" up Penthouse Apartment Four the way HE wanted it. He'd have to 'supervise' a lot of the "finish work" himself to keep from causing a lot of raised eyebrows and talk about the place….but he'd get it done in a month or two,…..of that he was sure. In the interim, he'd stone wall the sexy, pushing Linda,………. SLAVE LINDA………until he was ready.

AND, he'd stop by that damn lounge frequently for very short periods of time, not close to quiting time, to tease the hell out of her and make her more obedient and ever more frustrated so that the next time he "had her"………..in HIS OWN "playroom"………..she'd learn something about him…………..a lot!!! Though Paul doubted that he could ever really make Linda genuinely fearful or scared………………and he really didn't want to try. But if he could instill and element of uncertainty in the thing, he just might be able to give Linda something she wanted and hadn't had for what was probably several years now.

He was damn sure going to try!!!!

The day after the "session" with Linda in the Penthouse Apartment, 'Master' Paul received a photocopy of a poem in the mail…………………it came in a plain, white, small envelope with his name and the company Post Office Box address written on the front in beautiful, obviously feminine, scrolling handwriting……………….with a hand drawn, beautiful, spread winged butterfly on the back, covering the whole flap. There were two "pins" drawn in the butterfly's wings sticking it (her?) to the envelope flap!

Inside was this poem:

"SLOW ME DOWN, LORD"

"Slow me down, Lord."

"Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind"

"Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of time."

"Give me, amid the confusion of the day, the calmness of the everlasting hills."

"Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of the singing streams that live in my memory. Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep."

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