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
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  d 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  ze
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 e 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?) d 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"!!!
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