The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved 5 · Part 2

The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved 5 · Part 2 (2/2)
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"Teach me the art of taking minute vacations – of slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to read a few lines from a good book."

"Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to send my roots deep into the soil of life's enduring values that I may grow toward the stars of my greater destiny."

In the same beautiful handwriting as the address on the envelope there was a short note at the end of the peom which read: "for the 'minute' vacation,….. THANK YOU!"

"for expectations of things yet to come,….. THANK YOU!"

"But most of all, I humbly THANK YOU for being MY MASTER!"

//s// "THE BUTTERFLY"

Paul gazed at the poem and the note and read it over and over. "so it begins," he thought to himself,……"the 'Lady' has class, and then some."

And, indeed, as it turned out, "THE BUTTERFLY", Slave Linda, DID have class even in the worst of surroundings and situations………..and perhaps, in retrospect, that may have been somewhat of an UNDERSTATEMENT, from Paul's viewpoint, when it was all over and Linda, beautiful Slave Linda, THE BUTTERFLY, was gone…. FOREVER!

In the weeks that followed the arrival of the "letter" from the "BUTTERFLY", Paul busied himself with "fixing up" Apartment Four in the Penthouse high above the hustling and bustling downtown streets and the river. He hired trusted, skilled craftsman whom he knew well from his design firm and their contractor bidders and projects. There were no plans, per sei,…….just daily instructions from Paul…………but the Apartment was "redone" in a manner befitting Paul's "tastes".

His workmen friends probably thought he was a little touched in the head because of the color schemes and strange things he had them build and all the sound gear and electronic stuff he had them install in the high ceiling rooms (10 to 12 feet floor to ceiling in most places). They were all amazed at the automated piece of "artwork" he had them install, in the center of the "Living Room", in the center of the "Fountain" they had constructed for him with it's sprays reaching upward from the terrazo pool and downward from the mirrored ceiling above.

They stood in awe of the strange eight foot in diameter stainless steel "rings" that were centered and pinned in the floor and ceiling in the center of the fountain. When the tiny black control box was used, the rings would rotate, one within the other and between floor and ceiling at whatever speeds the operator of the controls wanted. Very slow or very fast.

For a piece of "artwork", they certainly were heavy enough, they had all agreed. Paul had directed them on the fittings to receive the rings and then when all was ready, he had showed up one morning with three workmen lugging the two rings into the apartment in quarter pieces each. They spent all day with special welding rod and welding equipment welding each ring together from four separate pieces, in place, in the midst of the center of the fountain. The next day they test ran the controls and all worked well, as the water cascaded down and shot up around the rotating, gleaming, heavy, stainless steel rings.

They had all agreed they were 'unusual' and actually, sort of 'beautiful', in their own way. If only they had been allowed to see the 'final addition' to the 'rings' they would have, perhaps, harbored other opinions and 'feeling' about the 'rings'………. AND 'THE MASTER OF THE RINGS'!!!!

At the end of that day, with all the workmen paid off and gone, Paul walked through the rooms of the apartment and examined the various decorations and color schemes he had ordered installed,………..and especially the many strange "devices" he had had placed throughout the apartment.

The living room had the famous "rings" in their "fountain" with a mirrored ceiling and a side "swing wall", between the living room and the rather large and well stocked kitchen, that rotated in panels so that it was white on one side and black on the other. As Paul pressed the control button that reversed the wall and made it black, he reminded himself that he and Marla,….the bitch Mistress friend of Linda's he'd met in the lounge one night, right after the "session" down the hall in the "borrowed" apartment……that Marla was supposed to be making a trip out of town to get the stuff they had designed and their friend with the saddle shop had agreed to make…..after a measuring session with Linda in his shop several weeks back.

The bare black wall didn't look very good without it's "adornments"! He would fix that, later tonight, in the wee hours of the morning, with Marla's help. Marla was fairly drewling over the prospects…….eager to pitch in and help so she could participate and satisfy her special "needs".

It was going to be an interesting next few days Paul thought to himself as he reversed the wall to white again to contrast with the two other black walls and the mirrored glass windows that covered the other, outside wall. He walked over and pushed a button on the wall opposite the now white one and the wall rotated in very small, shutter like, horizontal panels, until they were perpendicular to their original position and a mirrored plate glass surface could be seen behind them, fully exposed.

He smiled as he strolled through the door into the master bedroom and gazed through the clear plate glass wall he had just exposed. From the bedroom side you simply were looking at the living room through a shuttered glass partition and could clearly see the rings in all their living splendor. He picked up a second control box on the night stand and pressed two buttons and then watched the rings begin to rotate slowly around and around and one within the other. Satisfied, he pressed two other buttons on the control box. The rings stopped.

Picking up another control box from the night stand, he pressed a button and the huge king sized bed that had been about three or more feet off the red carpeted floor, posts set solidly in the floor and anchored solidly in the ceiling,…….the surface of the large bed sank slowly toward the floor exposing a large stainless steel ring bolt set in each post, but previously hidden by the raised bed, since they faced diagonally inward, across the bed toward each other. He stopped the bed and went to examine the ring bolts. They were set in tracks on the face of the large wooden posts so that they could be slid up and down from floor to ceiling along the length of the post. He pushed the release button under one of them and slid it clear to the ceiling, then returned it to it's original position and released the button.

Stepping back, he pushed anther botton on the control box and the ringbolt began to rise on its own. Satisfied, he pushed another button and returned the ringbolt to it's "normal", "hidden" position (when the bed was raised, which it was not, now….having lowered until the surface of the bed was only twelve inches off the floor). He pressed another button on the box, and the bed began to rise toward the ceiling, passing the ring bolts and stopping only when it was about twelve inches from the high ceiling. He pushed the "normal bed position" button and watched the bed lower to a "normal" old fashioned, three feet or so off the floor and stop.

He put the control back on the table and walked over to the bedroom wall that had on it a large, lighted, glowing butterfly painted on a coal black background within a glowing circle surrounding it. On the wings, body, head, and lower part of the butterfly were slots in pairs that formed the outline of a human body. Taking another control box from its wall holder next to the circle and butterfly, he pressed a button marked OUT. The Circle separated itself from the wall and moved outward into the room. When fully extended, on a hydraulic ram mounted in the center back of the eight foot circle, the butterfly was a good five feet straight out from the wall.

He pressed the "TILT" button and the circle laid backward until it was horizontal and laying down on the ram a little over four feet off the floor.

"Now, that", Paul thought to himself, "IS A MASTERPIECE!" And indeed it was………….with the "slots" positioned from the body measurements his Saddle Shop friend had given him after the measuring session with Linda a few weeks back. When the wide black straps the saddle shop was making were inserted through the slots "somebody" was going to BECOME A VERY HUMAN, VERY TIGHTLY BOUND, "BUTTERFLY"……………he couldn't imagine, "WHO"!

He hit the RESET button and the wall returned to "normal". He pressed the button marked ROTATE and the circle and butterfly rotated 360 degrees with the butterfly being upside down, sideways and right side up through the rotation cycle. Paul smiled. Placing the control device back in its holder, he walked to the other opposite wall and as he walked out the door he hit the button to close the shutters on the plain glass/mirrored (depending on which side you were standing – bedroom/plain side or living room/mirrored side!) living room wall. He turned to the right, down a short hallway and opened the door into the bathroom.

The huge, deep, sunken tub (which doubled as a "Hot Tub" and "Whirlpool" affair with water jets and air jets along it's circular walls) dominated the bathroom. There was a toilet and a strange looking additional fixture beside it. And there was a large vanity with three sinks. The ceiling had all kinds of doors and ringbolts visible in it. The large blank wall opposite the vanity, toilet and other "device" looked very plain……the wall between the bedroom and bathroom. But a touch of the button by the door revealed yet another shuttered mirrored wall, plain plate glass on the bedroom side and mirrored on the bathroom side.

But the dominant feature of the bathroom was the huge butterfly within the circle on the wall opposite the entry door, over the huge eight foot sunken tub. Paul took a control box out of its holder and ran that wall "decoration" through the same "paces" as the bedroom wall, only, this time he hit the LOWER button and the hadraulic ram and butterflied horizontal eight foot circle sank slowly downward to and then into the tub, all the way to the bottom. Satisfied, he hit the RESET button and walked out of the bathroom, turning the lights off and closing the shutters as he left and closed the door.

He was whistling to himself as he entered the large, dimly lit living room………… Just as the phone rang in the kitchen on the other side of black paneled living room wall. He strolled into the kitchen and picked up the phone……………….

"Sherwood Forest!…… Robinhood speaking!", he answered with a chuckle.

"Paul, is that you?", came a husky, female voice over the phone.

"Yeessss, Marla, its me?" "What are YOU up to?"

"Just got the Van back from the custom shop……… THEY DID IT!………… JUST LIKE YOU ASKED!………… You're going to LOVE IT, Paul……………. MASTER PAUL!!!………….. I do!!!……… MY GOD IS IT 'NEAT'", she exclaimed breathlessly.

"Oh course it is, Marla…….my six years in engineering college and twenty years experience in the 'field' guaranteed THAT!", Paul sighed in frustration.

"Smart Ass!", came the reply.

"Paul, how's about we meet at the Lounge and see how 'our girl' is doing?"

"You go ahead. I've got to take care of some things, first. Did you make the trip out to the saddle shop and get all the gear?"

"Uh, Huh……….you didn't tell me you PREPAID for all that stuff. I was scared to death he was going to want cash."

"It's all covered Marla…….did you run it against the order sheet and check list?"

"Yah,…..it's all there…..and he threw in some neat extras you're gonna love!……….. MAN, will you love em!!!…. I think Dave finally got in the 'swing a things'"!!!, she practically shouted over the phone.

"OK, I'll see you between midnight and One in the Morning at the Lounge….. Linda IS working tonight isn't she?" he asked.

"Yup, and Johnny is out of town in Pittsburgh, working for three more days, until Friday night………..and my sister is over at Linda's place watching Tamara………'for the night'……" She said with a anticipating, sly connotation and inflection to her voice!

"OK, Marla, I'll see you later……….everythings set and a 'GO' here!" Paul said and hung up the phone.

"Yah,…….it sure as hell IS!", he thought to himself as he reached into the refrigerator and extracted a can of salt free Diet Rite Cola……………."it sure as HELL is!!!"

He sat down at the kitchen breakfast bar and thought back several weeks to the events that had introduced him to Marla and the long, carefully planned 'event' that was about to take place in this "apartment" in the wee hours of tommorrow morning and on into the next three whole days.

The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life · Enslaved 5 · Part 2 (2/2)
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