"Linda's Epic Adventures in Life" by MASTER PAUL Part 2 - Chapter 4 LINDA TENDS TO MASTER PAUL'S 'NEEDS' AS THE 'BUTTERFLY CAGE' IS BUILT (and MISTRESS MARLA comes on the 'scene') After the long, all day session with Master Paul in the Penthouse apartment, Linda spent a lot of time just dreaming about him and about her next 'session' with him (if, in fact, it ever 'happened', which she prayed and hoped it did). She absolutely KNEW there would be a 'next session' if she had ANYTHING to say about it and she set about making very sure that Master Paul understood, PRECISELY how much she wanted a repeat.....no, not REPEAT......BETTER!..... performance set up. Laying in bed, after she had gotten off work, the night of that fateful day Slave Linda and Master Paul had 'played together' for the very first time, Linda tried to think of something she could say to Paul...Master Paul......or send him......that he would really appreciate and that would say what she wanted said in a nice way. She decided on sending him a copy of her favorite poem "SLOW ME DOWN, LORD" and added some pointed comments at the end of the page along with a drawing of a butterfly, a wall pinned butterfly, spreadeagled across the back of the envelope flap in brilliant colors. Laying there in bed, she also reflected on how blunt he'd been when she'd called him at his office around five o'clock. Was he losing interest in her? Or was he, perhaps, a bit fearful or maybe even 'sickened' by her 'performance' today? It wouldn't be the first 'would be Master' who had gotten 'cold feet' after the first real encounter with her and her strange tastes and extreme tolerances to high levels of bondage, physical and sexual punishment and just plain pain. She'd 'lost' a dozen or more such squeemish 'masters' whom, once she started 'training' them and familiarizing them in her REAL wants, needs and desires, had backed away from her for good. Paul......MASTER PAUL......didn't seem like that type to her, she reflected, while laying there in the bed that night. Linda finished the 'letter', put a stamp on it, got up and put her robe on, walked down the stairs, out the front door and down the street to the mail box on the corner. The cool sidewalk felt good on her bare feet as she stood in front of the mailbox under the street light and read the 6:25AM pickup time on the box. She chuckled as she realized that if Paul was going to get this 'letter' today, the U.S. Postal Service's vaunted "in by 9 out by 5" boast would be put to the test really well, today. Glancing down at her watch in the dim light, she saw it was 3:22AM and, with a yawn, inserted the 'letter' and headed back down the street, padding along in her bare feet, to the house to get some much needed sleep. She was very stiff and not just a little sore from the hours of 'love making' and 'special treatments' she'd gotten from and given to her new found, she hoped, Master Paul. That and the five hour dancing session had made her vow that she'd never ever again try to 'get back to normal' so quickly after a 'session' with MASTER PAUL. When she got back to the bedroom, Johnny had come to bed from the front room couch and started his 'twenty questions' routine with her. God damnit, that pissed her off. He could stay out and play around all hours of the night (and day) with whomever he wished and she was supposed to keep her big mouth shut and not question him or bug him about it. Like tonight, for instance. She'd walked in the door from work at 2:20AM and he was asleep on the couch with Gina, from the lounge.....asleep, HELL!......he was sprawled over the top of her spread legs (one foot on the floor and the other hooked up over the couch back) where he had obviously 'died' after doing his usual thing, with a blanket only partially covering his bare, hairy little ass. She'd left him to sleep it off still 'in the saddle' and had gone to bed, mad as hell that he pulled such crap with Tammara in the house. Johnny could do anything he wanted as far as she was concerned, just so long as he didn't do it in front of her eight year old pride and joy. Tammara WAS NOT going to end up being a 'Linda'.....no way was she. Not if Linda had anything to say about it, anyway! As Johnny pressed her about 'her day' Linda got really mad at him and gave him holy hell about nosing around in her life and the goddamn double standard 'you fucking male egotists' maintain when it comes to what you can do as opposed to what your socalled women are allowed to do. Linda effectively fended Johnny and his questions off and settled in to her side of the bed, ignoring his continued drunken bitching and protesting. Finally the booze and the nights 'play' activities got the best of him and he fell off into a sound sleep, snooring up a storm. Linda lay there thinking back to Paul and the 'session, recreating all the events of the day in her mind. As she mentally walked herself back through this first, learning and teaching, session with Paul....MASTER Paul.......she could feel herself getting aroused. "Damn", she thought, "I'd sure like to have Master Paul alone with me in that 'basement room' and 'slave palace' back in Parkersburg... ...he'd have a ball with me and I could really teach him about what 'makes Linda tick'.......LINDA THE SLAVE!.........". Linda kept thinking and dreaming of Paul....MASTER Paul........being the 'Master of the Rings' and of her being back in their cluthes and in HIS......until the thoughts made her hornier and hornier and she finally got up and went in the bathroom to satisfy her 'problem' by fingering herself vigorously while squeezing and pulling her nipple and its ring with her free hand. She worked herself to a credible climax and 'sort of' orgasm and then went back to bed and fell asleep. Two and a half hours later, Linda pulled herself out of the bed, shut off the alarm clock, and went downstairs to make breakfast and pack lunches for Johnny and Tammara. She kicked the sleeping whore on the couch out the door and got her two 'troops' off to work and to school. When she was sure they were both on their way and long gone, she picked up the phone and dialed Paul's office. The receptionist answered the phone and she asked for Paul in the formal, business "Mr." terminology. She was informed that he was out of the office for the day on a project and wouldn't be back until late, if at all. Did she want to leave a message? "No, I'll call back tommorrow", Linda had told her. The receptionist informed her that he would be out of the state for two weeks, starting tomorrow, and probably couldn't be reached in person tomorrow or for the next two weeks. Was she sure she didn't want to leave a message? "No, that's OK," Linda said, disappointment probably showing in the tone of her voice and voice inflections, "I'll try in couple of weeks. It's really not THAT important that I reach him, thank you." She hung up and sat there thinking that she just HAD to see him sooner than two weeks from now. She wanted to find out, for sure, if he'd 'accepted' her strange appetite for sexual and physical abuse and bondage and her extreme need for sexual submission. "Of course he has", she thought to herself. "Otherwise, why in the hell would he have brought all that bondage and punishment equipment to the Penthouse Apartment with him and 'done her thing' all yesterday if he hadn't?". "Oh well", she thought, "I may as well get some more sleep. I have to work the next three days and nights at the lounge from 4 to 7PM and 9PM to 2AM." That afternoon, while Linda was up on the stage dancing the second number of her three number set, around 5:30PM, she saw Paul... ....Master Paul....come through the door and head for the empty seat at his favorite end of the bar. Linda turned on the 'moves' and started dancing like she had a reason for doing it, instead of just 'playing at it' to tease the customers, the way she had been doing, up until then. Paul seem to be ignoring her at first. Not looking at her and not even acknowledging that she was there, dancing. Linda glanced straight down at him and got no reponse. She picked up the pace and still....nothing. The second song ended and the third began........"You Light Up My Life".......! When she started to move and the words started flowing from the speakers, Paul looked up at her, in the mirror, and smiled.....a big, bold, kind-eyed smile that made her warm all over. She turned away from him and, looking carefully back into the mirror to see who was watching besides him ......(no one was....they were all watching her gyrating butt....as usual!).........Linda looked back at her MASTER's eyes in the mirror and ran her tongue around her lips twice, then pulled it back into her mouth and finished the rest of her songs by placing her hands in obvious......(to her and her Master, ONLY!).......very brief 'psuedo bondage positions', some with her feet and arms spread out wide imitating a bound spreadeagled and splayed or exposed position........the "mounting ring" position. Linda even inserted the psuedo 'effects' or 'reactions' of being hit with a cat or cane as she positioned herself spreadeagled and 'reacted' to the phantom 'punishment' from a whistling, oily, masterfully wielded, multi-tailed lover. Her Master just watched her eyes in the mirror, nodding his 'approval' to each new 'position' and the effects of the phantom punishment. No one else in the place really caught on to what was going on and certainly not why. As she started down off the stage after that, her third and last number of the set, Linda looked over her shoulder at him and was met by those kindly, pale blue eyes staring back and a big broad smile. She walked around the bar and made her 'rounds', stopping to talk with the regulars and then wandered over to the far end of the U-shaped bar and slid quietly into the chair along side her blue-eyed, bearded, tall, new master.......MASTER PAUL.........whom she had chosen to be her THIRD REAL MASTER. He turned and stared into her eyes............Linda.....Slave Linda.... ......just sort of 'melted' inside and slid down in the highbacked swiveled bar chair along side him..............and lowered her head and her eyes so that she was looking up at him from a 'humbled' position............... Paul turned around and looked at her downturned head and upturned eyes with a stearn look on his face........and Linda slid further down into the chair, lowered her eyes, rotated the chair toward him and spread her stocking legs out wide on either side of his chair. She took her hands off the chair arms and slid them behind her back and clasp them there.......and said in a low voice, "is.......MY.... ....MASTER.....in need of his....SLAVE.......again, SIR?" with the emphasis where it BELONGED, as she had learned long ago. "Ummm, Hummmmmmmmm.........he has all kinds of needs,.......SLAVE!", ........."and is the pretty, misbehaving, 'untamed'.......SLAVE LINDA... ....PREPARED....to saftisfy those needs?".............or is she still thinking of only herself and her inconsequential needs.........?", came the low and demanding reply from Paul. Without hesitation, Linda replied in a low voice, eyes and head still lowered, legs splayed out around his chair and hands clasp in the small of her back behind her....."Ohhhhhhhhh........... ..........YYYYEEEESSSS............MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR...... .......she most DEFINITELY............IS!!!!", came the emphasized, low, slow and drawn out reply from Linda,......without hesitation. Paul looked around the lounge and saw that no one was watching them and noted that there was no one on their side of the U-shaped bar. When he had assured himself that no one could see what he was about to do to Linda, he carefully and deliberately leaned slightly forward toward her, sliding his right hand up her hose covered left leg, over her thigh and patted the crotch of the bikini dancing costume..... .....and then, slowly and in a low voice said........"I'm going to have a 'surprise' for you......SLAVE.......one of these days.... ....very very soon..........a REAL surprise......one that will make you all wet and keep you that way for a long, LONG time...... ........perhaps, even PERMANENTLY, when you think about it....which you will.....all the time...........would you like that, ......... ....BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY?.............would you like having your 'wings' pinned by your......MASTER?...........so you can REALLY..... .........FLY?" The hand slid flat over her dampening dance costume crotch piece, fingers aimed downward between her quivering cheeks and tightened so that he was 'gripping' her in a most obscene (but unseen, by anyone else) way...........and he slid the thin bikini strip covering aside and thrust three fingers into her wet sex and then spread them, stretching her further open...............and slowly slid the fingers in and out while watching her sheepish, up turned eyes gaze at him with increasing lust and desire......... Removing the fingers, he pulled the cloth strip back over her teased organ and then gripped it and slid it back and forth through the valley he had just briefly 'plundered'............ "Indeed, I have a REAL surprise for you, beautiful BUTTERFLY..... .....and one you will TRUELY love with all your being....and, perhaps, FEAR, with part of that being.......also.........is that what you wanted to hear, BUTERFLY?......does that 'turn you on'?, he asked her ever so gentlely but ever so firmly. "OOOOHHHHH......YYYYEEEESSSS,.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR.......ummmmmm, yyyyeeesss.............I LLLIIIKKKEEE surprises from my........... .......MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!, " Linda responded in a low throaty voice, staring alternately at what his right hand was doing and then into his pale blue eyes and literally melting into the high backed seat as her hormones flowed wildly and she got wetter and wetter with each tensioning of that cloth strip being dragged back and forth over her splayed and spread nether lips. Satisfied that he had stirred Linda up sufficiently, Paul withdrew his hand and turned back toward the bar. Linda remained where she was, taking in small, barely audible gasps of breath as she tried to calm herself down. Looking over his shoulder at her trying to 'get herself together', Paul asked her quite matter of factly, "Would you like a nice cool drink, Linda?.......to slack your thirst and cool you down a little bit?..........BUTTERFLIES DON'T 'FLY' IN BARS,....YOU KNOW?" Linda took a few seconds to come around to a normal response mode and then said quietly...."yes, PLEASE,.....SIR.....a J&B on the rocks with a twist will do fine,....PLEASE.....",and very quietly and subdued....., ".....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, SSSSSSIIIIIIRRRRRR?" as more of a question than an answer. He ordered two J&B's on the rocks and when they came he and Linda sat quietly, a little ways apart, facing the bar, and talked normally for about fifteeen or twenty minutes,......his necessary 'reinforcing' completed and the Master/Slave relationship satisfied for the moment, at least. Linda asked him to stick around until her shift was over at Seven O'clock. Paul said he had a better idea and would come back to meet her for a quick dinner in between shifts. He asked her if she'd like to eat at the Chinese Kitchen about two and a half or three miles away. Did she want to meet him there? Linda told him she didn't have the car....Johnny had it out whoring around again.......she'd had to ride in to the Lounge with Tina, one of the other dancers......and that she was going to have to ride back home with her later tonight when she got off work. Paul told Linda he'd meet her out front of the Lounge at a little after Seven.......say Seven-Ten? She said that was fine and they sat there and talked about 'little things' for another fifteeen or twenty minutes until Linda had to get up and play her next set of three songs. As they talked they had stared into each others eyes lovingly and gentlely, each savoring the presence of the other as if there was no tomorrow. The words didn't much count.... ...it was the proximity and the 'looks' that mattered....and they both knew it.....WELL! When Linda got up, she stepped toward Paul and leaned over so her mouth was an inch or so from his ear and said.......These three are for you, Paul.....MY MASTER PAUL...........THE 'BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR'............these are JUST FOR YYYOOOUUU,............. ............MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!" and then turned an walked away toward the juke box. And....INDEED......they WERE!!! .........along with all the 'hidden' gestures, motions and positions.... ........which Linda weaved into her dancing for her Paul.........her MASTER Paul..........in a most imperceptible way........through those three very 'special' numbers..................her eyes continually locked on his when she was facing the mirror..................... When she finished she got down and started to walk around the huge U-shaped bar toward him.......................but he was GONE! At 7:10PM, on the button, Linda came out of the front door of the Lounge in her halter top, shorts and sandals with her large brown purse slung over her shoulder and headed for the far back row of the parking lot and the big idling Lincoln Town Car sitting there with its blue eyed, bearded driver slid down in the driver's seat, head back against the head rest, eyes closed............. Linda opened the door and slid in onto the front seat, setting her purse on the floor in the middle of the car, and shut the door quietly. Paul didn't move. Linda swung around to face him and pulled her legs up on the broad seat under her and let them spread out as wide as the seat would allow. Settling back down on the seat, her behind now lowered to the seat surface beteen her spread legs, she lowered her head in the now familiar 'humble' position and gazed upward at Paul.....Master Paul.....and said........................ "................ummmmmmmm, I think my MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR may need something besides 'food' to satisfy his............... ...........HHHUUUNNNGGGEEERRRSSSS.............doesn't he....... .................MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR????" Paul raised his head up off the head rest and turned toward her. Looking stearnly into her downcast eyes, he put the big car in gear and eased it out of the parking space and out through the lot toward the street. As the car turned onto the side street that led back to the parking lot and lounge, Linda slid forward on the seat until her knees were against his leg, keeping her head down and her eyes humbly focused on her Master in the process........ She reached down with her right hand and slid the zipper on his slacks all the way down, carefully and skillfully unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top of his slacks and peeled them back to either side of his hips and then pushed his shorts down his hairy lower stomach and reached under them and gentlely retrieved his growing shaft, while tucking the top of the shorts beneath it and the two loose sacks under it. Paul smiled, but said nothing whatever, concentrating on the driving as best he could. Linda lowered her eyes to concentrate on the object of her hand's attentions.........as she circled the base of the growing member with her thumb and forefinger and applied gentle and then firmer pressure and then began to stroke him in short half inch to one inch slow motions. As the car sped down the side street with its 'preoccuppied' driver, Linda slowly lowered her head until her lips were a fraction of an inch above the rising flesh and carefully and gentlely inserted her tongue into the small split at the top of the head and moved it back and forth.......then retracted the tongue and sighed............"ummmmmmmm, ssssoooo GGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD"............followed by a return of the darting tongue which this time rimmed the head and began licking the underside and its 'channel' that lead to the split opening in the head................................. Paul took a deep breath and tried to concentrate his clouding eyes on the road and the approaching stop light at the main thoroughfare leading to the Chinese Kitchen a couple or three miles down the road.....but said nothing to her....nothing at all. The pressure caused by the thumb and forefinger ringing the base of his cock and the shorts pressing his balls up against the rising shaft was driving him quickly upward into a sexual frenzy, not to mention the 'attentive' tongue that now swept over the shaft with skillfull and deliberate teasing.............and the hot breath of the perpetrator of all this 'attention' blowing ever more strongly on the increasingly wet shaft............ As the car came to a halt at the traffic light turning red, the laving tongue retreated, wetting the lips positioned just a fraction of an inch above him...............and then slowly the brown haired head sank downward and the now rigid shaft slid gentlely through the gripping lips until it was totally contained within the attentive mouth with it's constantly laving and swishing tongue and the grasping, gulping throat that now had a firm lock on the sensitive hh with it's constantly laving and swishing tongue and the grasping, gulping throat that now had a firm lock on the sensitive head.............................. .............and Paul realized that somehow Linda had gotten her teeth out of the way and was smooth lipping and gumming the base of his cock just above the ringing thumb and finger............ ...........Linda, moaned deep in her throat and increased the attention she was giving the 'best part' of her Master....... and began slowly and then more quickly to raise up and lower back down onto him, increasing both the length and the tightness of the stroking with her ringing lock at the base................ The thirty second light changed but the big car stood still........ ............an angry horn sounded from behind, causing the 'distracted' Paul to release the brakes and hit the accelerator.... ....as the car advanced into the intersection................. When the traffic coming through had cleared, the horn sounded from behind again and Paul swung the car into the east bound curb lane of the main thoroughfare..............while the 'busy' Linda took note of none of it all and continued to increase the pressures and the frequencies of the now wild 'strokes' being administered to Paul's expanded and stiff shaft............the moans and the snorting intakes of breath between insertions and releases of the head in her throat increased continually as she began skillfully to draw his seed upward from the trapped, squeezed sacks............................................ At the next stoplight about a mile or so down the road, the car slid to a screeching halt.............and the 'attentions' in Paul's 'lap' increased ten fold as Linda brought him screaming to a full climax before the light had changed. Paul moaned loudly and gasped as his sperm rose up into Linda's rising mouth and the gripping lips.....................and Linda stopped her upward motion with her lips locked around the underside of the swollen, spurting head............slashing the expert tongue back and forth across the spitting, open slit and pushing the fluid she was so skillfully 'milking' from him off into her cheeks to wait for her later attentions............. When the light changed, Paul was coming back down from his 'trip' and managed to get the car underway and headed down the road reasonably straight................while the ministering Linda continued to 'catch' and 'store' the milky, tangy fluids in her mouth. Paul took his hand off the back of the seat and lowered it to the top of Linda's sandy brown head and gentlely stroked her hair as the collecting tongue and trapping lips continued their task. A half a mile further down the road, the lips loosened and the head rose upward until he was again free of them............and then tilted sideways and lowered slowly, allowing a darting tongue to bath and clean the reddened shaft from top to bottom as a pair of eyes with a curious, loving look stared up into Pauls. He alternated between watching the road and watching the loving eyes stare up at him as the tongue continued its chosen 'cleaning' task. When she was finished, Linda raised her head up and carefully released the still rigid shaft and began gentlely returning it to it's 'resting place', carefully inserting her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and freeing the now tight and compact twin fleshy globes and sliding them gentlely back into their 'place'. She lifted outward on the shorts and brought them upward to their normal position with the back of her hand while the palm slid smoothly along the length of the shaft, and stopping, patted the head, which was now laying against Pauls hairy lower belly, still erect and still VERY sensitive. He gave a slight jerk and went through the throes of yet another post orgasmic ejaculation.......which Linda took note of by scooping the milky fluid up with her fingers and then raising them to her lips and licking and sucking them clean, not ever blinking her eyes or their gazing stare off of his eyes............... Once cleaned, the fingers returned to pull the flaps of his slacks back together, pull up the zippper, button the button at the top and reinsert the belt loop in the buckle and tighten it and lock it to the position where it had been and belonged. All that skillfully and completely done and accomplished, she raised the still wet hand and stroked the beard on the left side of his face as she began to tilt her head backward, inches from and to the right and in front of him............. ...........where the lips parted and the tongue emerged covered with his seed and rolled slowly back and forth, savoring its coating..............and then retreated as the head tilted further back, eyes still on his, and the throat muscles began to devour the tangy product of her efforts. As the careful and sexily articulated swallowing process proceeded Linda let out a soft............."ummmmmm, my Master's cum tastes so good...........................so very very GGGOOOOOODDDD!" Paul gazed at this self styled SLAVE through clouded eyes and said, ........"my God, woman, I could have wrecked the car!......What would people have said finding us locked together that way smashed into another car or a telephone pole?" The quiet reply from the lowered head, his hand still resting on top of it, downcast eyes, servile and humble, came lowly an slowly out of the still sticky wet lips................................ "MY MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR handled his 'duties' and his.......... .............OBEDIENT SERVANT AND SSSSLLLLAAAAVVVVEEEE handled hers, ........MASTER!.............now one of my Master's 'hungers' is satisfied and his Slave has had her favorite 'appetizer' before dinner!" Paul looked into the pitifully loving and admiring eyes and smiled, emitting a long surpressed chuckle as he did. "Yes, Linda.... ............you ARE.............DIFFERENT! Very, very diferent." She tilted her head back upright and turned it sideways toward his extended arm where she kissed the hairy forearm and licked it lovingly for a few seconds and then turned back to say............ "I've wanted to do that to you since the first time I saw you, Paul..... ......my Master Paul! You do taste good and you're such a complete joy to love and attend to......................you really are! Is that the first time anyone's ever gotten you off while you drove down the road,..........MASTER?" "Ummmm, Hummmmmmmm.......... the VERY FIRST TIME,....lovely Slave!" The drive into the restaurant parking lot approached on the right. Lowering his other hand to the wheel from the top of Linda's head, Paul turned in, sped to the back of the parking lot and parked the car. Once the ignition was off, he turned toward Linda and looked at her.............. Linda had slid back across the seat and was again perched in the spread legged, behind on the seat, head lowered and eyes downcast position. Quite the humble slave, once again, spread open and awaiting her master's orders...............OR ATTENTIONS........ as he might choose. The position she now occuppied became a 'normal' 'resting position' during all of the times they played together from then on. When she was on a floor or a bed, she could manage to keep her knees and legs far far apart, spreading herself open and ready for him in the process.............she did it with ease, with skill and in a way that invited his attentions. AND,.......she always put her hands and arms behind her back, locked hand gripping forearm to hand gripping forearm......without ever EVER being told to do it. From that day forward, it was just something she did automatically when they were alone....anyplace. Paul looked around outside the car and, seeing no one in sight, reached over and pulled the halter top upward above her breasts exposing the pert orbs and their ringed nipples. He teased the pointed ringed objects with his finger tips, with both hands and circled them carefully and gentlely. Continuing to play with her this way, he raised one hand to her downturned mouth and inserted his index finger between her lips where the still sticky tongue laved it and carressed it carefully and dutifully, her eyes still downcast and not daring, now, to look up at his. As Linda stared downward at his fingers playing with her, she saw them withdraw and the hand turn backward a few inches from her teased breast. She gave a quick snorting intake of breath just as the finger tips shot tpoward her stationary breast and nipple..... .........but never flinched when they connected..........just moaned and sucked and laved harder on the finger in her mouth. The hand punished both breasts and their nipples mercilessly for a full thirty seconds or so while she watched through glazing, glassey eyes. Then they stopped and the finger withdrew from her suctioning mouth. "THANK YOU, MASTER." was the only thing that came from Linda's mouth. A forefinger and thumb approached each nipple, raised the rings to horizontal and grasped each nipple from the top and bottom, as a moaning and humming sound rose in Linda's throat. As they tightened down on each nipple, the sound rose in pitch and a hisssssing "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................." could be heard from the downward pointed mouth and head. Paul held her tightly that way for another thirty or forty seconds and then released his grip...........which brought a hissssing.... "...............uuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........." from her lips. "One of these days, Slave, I'm going to put that ring back in your nose and wire those nipples of yours back up the way they belong", Paul said to her softly. "YES, MASTER," came the reply and nothing else. "And one of these days I'm going hang you up and punish you until you beg me to stop............absolutely BEG me to quit.......SLAVE!", Paul told her in a more firm voice this time. "YYYYEEEESSSS, MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR!" came the obedient reply. While Paul was doing all this he was watching her spread crotch where the shorts were becoming darker and darker from the increasing flow of 'juices' brought on by his attentions. He reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and then thrust his hand down her lower belly, palm inward and began playing with her wet lips and their wetter 'contents' and fingering her four 'cunt rings'................slowly bringing her breath to a fever pitch and causing her to emit passion filled moans and sighs. When he had gotten her to a frenzy of sound and breathing he again grasped the nipple with his free hand and squeezed it tightly...........and then turned his hand slightly to add a torturing, twisting motion to the already horrendous punishment he was inflicting..................... Linda let out and "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSSTTTTTTTEEEEEETRRRRRR............" groaning moaning scream and shuddered to a climax as he thrust his fingers deep inside her. As the orgasm died away, he let go of her nipple and removed his wet hand from her shorts. As the hand rose, Linda lowered her head and licked his fingers clean of herself...........laving and tonguing every last drop from his fingers and hand. As he withdrew the now clean but wet hand, she said only one thing: "THANK YOU,..................MASTER." He raised her bowed head up with his hand and kissed her full on the lips after which he said,...."you're MOST WELCOME.......SLAVE!" And then pulled her halter top back down and zipped up and buttoned her shorts for her. Linda remained, kneeling and spread with her arms clasp behind her the whole time. Paul reached into her purse, extracted her full dentures, tilted her head back and as Linda opened her mouth, he carefully inserted them. She positioned them with her tongue and again lowered her head. "Linda, I'm building you a 'BUTTERFLY CAGE'............a very SPECIAL CAGE with all sorts of terrifying and new equipment to teach you how to BEHAVE...................for this, your THIRD, and I hope, LAST..............MASTER", Paul told her matter of factly. "YESSSSSSS, MASTER", came the only reply. "Tommorrow, at One O'Clock I'll take you out to get measured and 'fitted' a 'friend's' saddle and leather shop for some SPECIAL EQUIPMENT I have in mind for you, SLAVE." "YESSSSS, MASTER", came the answer, again. "Will you be ready for me to pick you up at One tomorrow afternoon?" "Yes, Master". That out of the way, Paul tilted her head back with a hand on her chin and kissed her wetly and longly on the lips, inserting his tongue in her mouth and having it greeted by its eager counterpart on the other end. Paul withdrew, finally, and reaching around Linda, he lowered her clasped arms and pulled her hands in front of her where he gentlely raised them palm up and kissed each palm, licking it gentlely as he did and then set them on the seat between her legs. "Now, Linda, my love......the LOVE OF MY LIFE..........let's go eat chinese food, shall we?" "Yes, SIR!........your slave has worked up QUITE AN APPETITE after her SPECIAL APPETIZER a while ago", she said with a silly smirk on her face. "I'll bet SHE HAS", Paul replied. During dinner, Linda told him that her friend Marla was coming by the lounge tonight and wanted to meet him, if he didn't mind. Paul querried her about Marla but all he got was that Marla was 'special' to her just as Paul was.....only different....and that Paul would 'enjoy' meeting Marla, she was sure. When they got back to the car and started toward the lounge at about 8:30PM, Linda slid over on the seat next to him as he drove out of the parking lot. She leaned over and put her mouth next to his ear and whispered.............."I LOVE YOU, MASTER.....I really and truly do..........and I want you to be my PERMANENT Master..... ....to learn me....to teach me.........to take me and enjoy me..... to punish me when I'm BBBAAAADDDD...............and make me do what you want me to do.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!...............does my Master understand what his Slave is saying?" Paul merely nodded and she licked his ear as she placed her hand gentlely between his spread legs...............then carefully wet his ear with her tongue and blew in it gentlely before saying...... "...........and I can make you sssssooooo hhhhhaaaaappppppppppyyyyy, MASTER..............so very very happy." Paul sighed and said......"Not AGAIN, you she devil of a slave witch! You'll wreck the car and get us both killed!" She continued to lave his ear with her tongue; darting it in and out and breathing on the wet surface as she slowly stroked his manhood through his pants causing what Paul had thought was a spent cock to begin rising once more to the careful attentions being lavished on it. The thing had a 'mind of its own' when Linda started attending to it...........one that she very obviously controlled when Paul let her......and he was not in a mood to stop her just now. "Come on, Linda, you sex crazy bitch slave..........you ARE going to get us both killed if you keep that up", Paul told her. "Then may your slave make a slight 'suggestion' and suggest that you find a place to pull off the road for a while.........since she still has about twenty minutes to serve him................ .......if my MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, desires 'service'........SIR?.... .......to satisfy what seems to be his....ENDLESS HUNGER!!!" she said softly into his wettened ear. Paul glanced around and saw a row of darkened buildings off on the right, then quickly turned off the thoroughfare onto the service road in front of them and slid the big car in behind them up next to a vacant loading dock and hidden from prying eyes. As soon as the car came to a stop and Paul had turn off the ignition, Linda said, "Please slide over in the passenger's seat.....Master... .......SIR!" Paul started to slide over as Linda unzipped her shorts, slid them down her legs onto the floor, and then turned around, knelt down on the floor facing the seat and hiked Paul's right leg over her head and down on the seat so she was between his spread legs, kneeling on the floor of the car, facing him. She carefully unzipped, unbottoned and unbuckled his slacks, once more, except this time, she slide the slacks and his shorts down his legs, over his knees and down to the floor where they stayed around his ankles. Linda quietly pushed him back and reclined the seat, and then in the broad but dying daylight, made careful and thorough love to him on the front seat of the car..........leaving nothing out as she went about her slave maiden's subservient duties of 'servicing' him one more time. In the end, after licking, sucking and laving him to another raging hardon, while pleading with him that she was 'just doing her full duty as his slave and handmaiden' to avoid being 'punished' as an unattentive slave, Linda had slid up on the seat facing him, swung her bent leg over his lap, and slowly lowered herself down onto his standing, swollen shaft until she had it buried full length inside of her and was staring into his smokey eyes from inches away.....................leaning over him. Linda kissed the end of his nose and then snuggled in tight to him and ran her tongue up and down his neck, finishing by trading a long, tongue involved kiss on his lips and then drew back a ways and raised up slowly until the head of his shaft was gripped in the mouth of her talented 'pussy'..............while moving her arms to the horizontal, behind the back, 'slave position' she had assumed on the seat next to him earlier. She lowered her head and cast her eyes downward as she began a slow descent down the length of his throbbing member with the tight sheath and its convulsive but controlled contractions and relaxations. In the 'slave position', this time straddling her MASTER in the slave's spread legged position, arms locked horzontal behind her and with her MASTER's shaft buried deep up inside her for her slave's carefull sheathing and attentions, she 'serviced' him As Linda worked in her humbled, bowed position to slowly and methodically sheath and unsheath his member in it's spread open and survile 'scabbard', offered without word or comment by the 'servicing' slave, Paul reached behind her and locked her arms together with a large hand as he whipped the halter top up off her heaving breasts and began punishing the ringed nipples in earnest. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH........................." came the hisssing moan from the downturned face as he jammed her arms upward to lift her up on the shaft and then dropped her to plunge back down...............and, with the other hand dealing fearful punishment to the exposed nipples at the same time.............. ......AND.....AGAIN....THEY 'FLEW'.......TOGETHER.......Linda to the combined sex and pain orgasm and Paul to levels of pleasure and a climax he had never known before............especially on the front seat of his own car (or anyone else's, for that matter!), without the 'aid' of a single human hand and little if any 'normal' motions of standard sexual intercourse.......except at the very end when Linda felt him cumming inside her and rose up until he almost slipped out of her........and then drove fiercely downward slamming into his legs...........and repeated that process so that she quickly unsheathed and then resheathed the spurting shaft with a tight gripping skill and the driving 'strokes' that took every ounce of Paul's 'need' from him and left him thoroughly spent. He had ceased to punish Linda's reddened breasts and nipples when she had let out a wild panting scream and shuddered to her orgasm almost simmultaneously with his. When he got his breath back, Paul reached up and yanked Linda's head backward with a firm grip in her sandy brown hair and stared into her eyes lovingly and said stearnly........."my little slave bitch, you are in for a real 'session' in the very near future..... .....one you will never, ever forget and always remember......no matter where you go or what you do.............SOON, SLAVE........S-O-O-N.... ......your every pore in and every hair on your body and your every move will be mine to do with as....I......WANT.....AND PLEASE........ ....to punish unmercifully and ruthlessly......and to extract the utmost of obedience................DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING TO YOU..........BITCH SLAVE?" "YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS.............MMMMMMAAAAAASSSSSSTTTTTTEEEEEERRRRRR!" came the reply as those words and those words alone brought the still 'mounted' Linda to another shuddering mini-orgasm. Paul watched her 'spend' herself as she stared downward into his eyes and shivered in satisfaction and fearful anticipation of the promised events to come. After a couple of minutes of staring at each other, still sexually joined, Linda raised up off Paul's still stiff shaft and slide back down on the floor on her knees, where she again leaned forward and cleaned his glistening cock with her tongue until it was devoid of the sticky fluids, and again, with an obscene look on her face, exhibited the mouth full of cum and made a another great production of swallowing it. Linda restored Paul's clothing carefully and lovingly and lifted his right leg back over her head. Paul slid into the drivers seat behind the wheel and started the car as Linda pulled herself up onto the passenger seat, turned facing him and knelt down on the seat in the spread kneed, ass cheeks on the seat, arms clasped behind her back and head bowed position. Her halter was still up off her breasts and her shorts were still on the floor as Paul drove out from behind the buildings and back to the Lounge. When he had parked in the back row and turned off the engine, Linda took her left hand from behind her back, eyes still downcast and head bowed, and with her hand, grasped his right hand, and guided it to the middle of her spread legs and began slowly and methodically to insert his fingers in her and dip out the products of their love making from deep inside her...........then raising the hand to her lips, she cleaned it slowly and lovingly with her tongue and returned the hand to get more. This process was repeated a half dozen times until she was satisfied she had the job completed, after which, she returned his hand to his lap. In continued silence, Linda removed the other hand from behind her, pulled her halter down, then turned around and put her shorts back on. She slid her feet into her sandals, picked up her purse, opened the door and stepped out into the parking lot. Paul watched the door close and Linda walk across the parking lot to the Lounge. It was 8:55PM. Paul sat there for a long while, perhaps 15 or 20 minutes, smoked a cigarette and relaxed while he contemplated the past almost two hours of 'unusual' occurrences with Linda....Slave Linda.....and then decided he'd go in the lounge and have a few drinks to relax further and contemplate further his new 'slave acquisition' in person... ........and see what her 'coming down' reactions were. He was curious beyond belief about her moods, modes and personalities that she seemed to turn off and on at will. When he entered the Lounge, the bar seats were all full, including his favorite end seat, so he walked to the rear of the Lounge and took a seat in the last booth on the wall opposite the bar and dance stage, next to the hallway to the back door and the restrooms. The juke box was on the other side of the hallway. His booth and it bracketed the hallway on either side. He sat down in the booth seat up against the back wall and slid into the corner so he could see the whole place from that far, back, corner seat. It was then that he noticed a little short guy with a beard sitting in his 'usual' seat at the bar, talking to what looked like a bunch of construction workers sitting in a row next to him. About that time, B.J. stepped up to the booth and asked him what he wanted. "A J&B on the rocks, please", he replied. "You're new here, aren't you?", B.J. asked. "Uhh, Huhhhh............started coming in here about three weeks ago... .....nice place.....even nicer people!", Paul answered. "You're kinda 'sweet on' Linda, aren't cha?", she asked. "And you're kinda nosey....aren't cha, B.J.?", he replied. "Soooo, you know my name, do ya? Know how I got it,......BIG BOY?...PAUL.... ........seeeee.......I know your name too!", she shot back. "I've heard how you got it,......but seeing and feeling beats 'hearing', B.J., my love!" She shrugged and started to walk away, but turned back......"by the way, Paul, that's Linda's HUSBAND Johnny sitting over there in.....YOUR...... ...SEAT....and those are his carpenter buddies!"............and THEN she walked away. Paul eyeballed the little guy sitting in his 'normal' seat and as he did, he saw a tall, very well formed woman with black hair and a dark complexion wearing a black pair of slacks, black blouse and black leather jacket come through the front door and walk all the way across the room to the dancers' dressing room door in the other back corner of the Lounge opposite where Paul was sitting. Sh