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The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life

Part 1 Chapter 2

                   The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life


                 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.
 All the while, her suspended nipples were being played with, rolled and
 squeezingly and tightly caressed with a twin set of gentle
 talented fingers and the incessant twin vibrators were stirring
 her twin lower canals to yet another bounding, screaming orgasm.
 As these five engines of passion drove her higher and higher, she
 moaned louder and louder, emitting gurgling sounds deep within her throat,
 inviting him ever onward and into it's warm depths and "grasp".

 As the turgid and rigid head of his advancing shaft slide over her laving
 tongue and touched the roof of her mouth at the entrance to her
 throat, she took a deep breath, closed her airway and moaned louder as her
 tongue urged him forward as her throat began to open to receive him. The
 smell of his arroused male scent had been strong in her nostrils as that deep
 breath had flowed inward to her lungs.

 The head slid into her throat and began its journey into a land
 only a "lady" of Linda's "profession" had total knowlesge of and
 could skillfully, totally and unerringly provide. A land of contracting
 throat muscles that normally would be used for quite another and
 less savory operation, induced, usually, by a finger in a bath room.
 Linda ovaled her mouth still further and tightened her lips on
 the middle of the long thick shaft as her throat received the
 head and began automatically to contract and convulse around it. The
 shaft advanced further and further into her mouth and down her now
 rhythmicly contracting throat until she could feel the tickle of
 male pubic hair on her nose and against her super sensitized nostrils.

 As the distinctly arroused scent of the male owner of this huge, invading
 and pulsating organ wafted upward into her airless nostrils, her body took
 over completely and began milking the shaft with tongue, lips and
 throat muscles in a series of microsecond spaced contractions and
 complimenting attentions that brought a train of flesh encased male sperm
 across Linda's sensitive and trained tongue. As the hot fluid
 streaked over her tongue and approached the head, Linda tightened
 her lips rigidly around the base of the shaft and bore down on
 the throat encased head with all her restrained might, griping
 him tightly and milking him with rippling muscles. The hot stream gushed out
 into the contracting throat then down toward her inner belly as she moaned
 ever louder and began the tell tale signs of yet another crashing
 and mind bending orgasm. As the sperm flowed into her swallowing
 and contracting throat, the incessant fingers tighted down on her
 nipples with exceptional male strength and squeezed them and
 rolled them until they were almost flattened.

 The blinding pain in her nipples streaked downward across her
 sperm filled belly and met the freight train of a monstrous and quaking
 sexual orgasm streaking upwards from her vibrator penatrated anal canal
 and stuffed and tightening sexual passage, and screamed forward out of her now
 super-sensitized female folds' upper reaches and its now
 thoroughly stimulated and arroused small releaser of female orgasms to
 contract muscles and tendons through the length and breadth of
 her body. As the two trains, one of pain and one of pleasure, met
 in the reaches of her contracting belly muscles, her throat and
 tongue and lips went wild with motion and attention to the now
 gushing male organ lodged deep in her contracting throat and wet
 hot mouth with its laving tongue and ovaling, contracting lips and cheeks.
 Linda's moaning became the love song of a sexually satisfied female in the
 throes of providing the ULTIMATE male pleasure.......the deep
 throated ministrations of the male organ.... not a mere "blow
 job" but the talented female mouth's SUPREME attention to the male organ
 and the ego of the male mind.

 And then, as quickly as it had occured, it was over and the
 turgid, still rigid, huge male member was withdrawn from her
 throat and the head was sliding across her tongue toward the
 portal of her ovaled lips back through the bracing stainless
 steel ring to exit the safe harbor of whore Linda's talented
 mouth and throat. As it withdrew Linda exhaled and drew in
 another pungent gulp of male scented air and tended to laving the
 last vestiges of sperm from its rounded head, until it popped out
 of her mouth with a sound similar to a champaign cork leaving a
 bottle of vintage Rothschild's.

 Only then, did the crushing, yet somehow gentle, fingers release
 Linda's flattened nipples. As they did, the pain screamed back
 for brief instant and then slowly radiated outward and retreated
 across the expanse of her hanging, sweat drenched breasts. The
 vibrators droned on and on and the pain settled into her body
 from head to foot, from the tips of her glove encased stretched
 fingers to her leather encased stretched toes.

 She listened, trying to hear the male owner of the huge invading
 cock she had serviced so well, but all she could hear was the
 panting of her breath, the incessant flesh muffled humm of her twin
 lower canal invaders and the pounding of her racing heart.

 "Linda, you stupid Bitch!" "The songs over!" "You goin' to dance
 all night with no music, you dumb cunt?"

 It was B.J.! My god, I've danced clear through my song, Linda realized.
 With a start, she realized she was staring into the mirror on the
 back of the platform at the face of the handsome, bearded
 stranger at the end of the U-Shaped Bar. His pale blue eyes were
 locked on hers and as they smiled with a frightening firmness,
 the very tip of his tongue rolling around his now ovaled mouth.
 Since he was facing the mirror, no one else saw what he was
 doing, but Linda did.........LINDA SAW IT AND BOLTED FROM THE
 PLATFORM, DOWN THE STEPS AND INTO THE BACK ROOM, SLAMMING AND
 LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE SANK INTO THE CHAIR IN FRONT
 OF DANCERS DRESSING TABLE AND MIRROR.

 She looked down at her pale blue bikini pants and saw a growing
 wet spot turning the center of the crotch darker and darker and darker.
 She ignored that and leaned back and let her mind drift off and
 back to a younger, panting, hurting, Linda in a Parkersburg
 whores den basement. Then, as now, her panting breath and
 pounding heart, subsided slowly until all was calm except the
 slow steady humm of the twin vibrators.

 She listened for a telltale sound of her obviously satisfied male
 invader and heard none. Then, above the vibrators and her
 pounding but slowing heart and subsiding panting breath, she
 heard the sound of leather on leather; the telltale sound of two
 legs rubbing together in leather pants. In fact, she thought she
 heard several sets of these sounds, simultaneously.

 Without any other sounds or any words and without warning, she
 felt her knees and lower legs leave the floor and the motion of
 her body upward and forward toward the center of the room. She
 could feel a gentle swaying in her downward pointed breasts and
 nipples and then she heard a "click" and her left leg straightened out
 at the hip and at the knee and pointed straight back from her
 body and then rotated until it was pointed backward and outward
 toward the left at an angle of forty-five degrees to the axis of her body.
 Then a "Snap". The right leg repeated the motion, beginning with
 the tell tale Clicks and ending with the maddening Snaps.

 Another "Click" and then her bent back head and neck were rotated
 forward until the top of her head was once again pointed along the
 axis of her body and forward and another "Snap". And then, yet another
 set of Clicks and her arms swung forward and upward until they
 too pointed along the axis of her body, above (out in front of?)
 her head and then were rotated outward to either side to an angle
 of forty-five degrees, each, to her body's axis. And two more "Snaps".

 There, encased in her outlining stainless steel "Iron Maiden's Frame" and a
 host of leather straps that bound her immobil into it, Linda
 found herself moving forward in a splayed out, spreadeagled
 position, face down with a set of humming vibrators up her over
 worked ass and cunt with the sound of leather against leather
 coming from the vicinity of tips of her fingers and toes.

 And then, she felt the steel rods around her hands and fingers
 and to which her gloved/mittened fingers were extended toward and
 strapped to, bump something equally metalic and the forward
 motion stopped. A flurry of "Clicks" followed by "Snaps" ensued
 along with the sound of leather on leather moving along both sides
 of her body some short distance away. And then the Clicks and
 Snaps ceased and the leather on leather sounds retreated and a
 heavy metal door clicked shut and there were sounds of it locking.

 Suspended in midair, facing downward, the sweat dripping from her
 over worked, pained and tired body, she listened attentively for
 a sound..........ANY SOUND.........BUT HEARD NONE! Only her
 breathing, the pounding of her heart and the low, incessant hum
 of her two long lodged, bodily invaders. Nothing else.

 Suddenly, a gentle finger settled on her soft under belly, and another.
 They slowly slid through the sweat coated skin below the 10 inch wide
 belt that anchored her belly to the "Maiden's Frame" and
 into her brown, sweat covered pubic hair and ever downward
 through it to the upper cleft of her female folds that covered
 her sex. The fingers paused over the now very sore center of her
 womanly passions and desires to tease it and roll it between
 them, ever so gently and slowly and carefully widen her slack sexual
 "lips" as they continued onward until they grasp the end of the vaginal
 invader, still humming away, and with a sudden motion and a
 slurping "pop" the infernal buzzing imitation male engine was out
 of her love canal and buzzing in clear air. Then it stopped.

 The fingers returned, this time at the base of her upward pointed
 sweat coated back. They marched through the field of sweat to the crack
 of her behind and spread the cheeks of her buttocks ever wider as
 they progressed toward her anus where they stopped at the anal invader,
 humming away in her inards. As before, there was a sudden motion,
 followed by a much less slurping but still wet sounding "pop" and the
 rear imitation male invader was heard in clear air and then
 ceased it buzzing noise.

 The fingers returned to her under belly and with them the
 obviously large hands of their owner. They reached under her from
 behind and between her wide spread legs and began to rub and
 massage her lower belly below the wide restraining belt, where her
 muscles hurt so badly. They kneeded and massaged and advanced
 slowly down into her pubic hair and then turned sideways and
 began to massage her inner thighs at the juncture of her sex,
 working ever away and back toward the knees.

 As she hung there in midair, Linda thought about that big hand balling
 into a fist and the other hand spreading her wide open as the fist
 moved ever forward into her wet, well used, abused and stretched vaginal
 passage until the rigid, balled hand was rammed tightly and thoroughly up
 inside her stretched passage beyond the wrist and the hand was
 uncurling to allow the fingers to caress the nouth of her smooth
 cervix and massage the walls of her insides. But the hands retreated and
 the silence returned once again. Now ALL she could hear was her
 heart pounding and her breath whistling through the stainless
 steel iron ring in her mouth and past her lips.

 Then, after a long wait, the fingers returned, this time to
 place the ball gag into the stainless steel ring inside her mouth,
 and then buckle it tightly behind her sweat soaked head, over her matted
 hair. When she had felt it approaching her mouth, she had ovaled her lips
 and tried to wrap them around the edges of the ball, but the
 straps drew the corners of her mouth back and prevented that entirely.
 The fingers moved upward on the back of her head which, like her
 back, faced upward toward the ceiling, not backward, and they found the
 buckle of her blindfold. Tenderly they unbuckled the leather
 blindfold and lowered it from her eyes. She looked downward and
 saw the white mat and the bottom arc of one of the stainless
 steel rings in her field of vision. To the right side she could
 see a pair of large, obviously male, bare feet, with leather pant
 legs extending up from them. She could see nothing else.

 The huge stainless steel "mounting ring" had shuddered as its
 attached, totally suspended and totally encased sweating, twenty
 year old female's body reacted to what its mind finally
 registered and began to protest.

 LINDA WAS MOUNTED, SPLAYED OUT AND SPREADEAGLED, FACE DOWNWARD, ON THE
 MAJESTIC AND OMINOUSLY BEAUTIFUL "RINGS"..........WITH HER SWEATING SPREAD
 SEX TOTALLY EXPOSED AND OPEN...........THEY HAD BECOME HER " MOUNTING RINGS"!!!

 As Linda leaned back in the dressing table chair, panting and her
 heart pounding, she propped her feet up on the table and closed
 her eyes to savor the memory of her shock and surprise in that
 fateful basement room in the Parkersburg whores den that night
 (or was it now DAY?).

 Linda, sitting in the dressing room in a Go-Go bar, contemplated
 with anticipation, the memory of what she had next experienced in
 that long, long ago and far away time.

                    End of Part 1 - Chapter 2



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