Message-ID: <3299eli$9708241041@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3299.txt> From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Linda's Epic Adventures in Life (14/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5tosfm$buk$18@eros.clara.net> ***************************************************************************** Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else, know). I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. One last thing. Someone asked me recently if I was going to put some of my stories on my web page for people to download. I am undecided about this so would appreciate feedback on wether this is a good idea. Bye for now. Anakha http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html ****************************************************************************** Part 2 - Chapter 7 Linda's training and obedience begin in Marla's castle of "hell" Having reflected, with pleasure, about what He would next do with His personal and complete slave and submissive, Linda, Master Paul turned to survey the sights and scenes before Him...the still begging, moaning, gurgling and screaming blond slave hung in the imprisoning blocks and rams a very short distance away and her Mistress, Mistress Marla, who was extracting the last ounce of "flight" out of the pleading, begging, moaning blond with hissing and swishing applications of the well oiled and continu- ously slapping cat, alternated with torments to the extremely rigid nipples and wide spread sex of the writhing blond. At the moment, Mistress Marla had her fist buried inside her "charge" and was amplifying and orchestrating the beggings, screamings and moanings in a way all too familiar to Master Paul. The belly muscles of the blond rolled in continuous and constant spasms of pleasure and reaction to the activity being visited upon her feminine insides by this she-devil expert in such mat- ters...who knew, perhaps better than Her "subject", what affects the manipulations were having and would have. As the beggings and moanings grew louder and more urgent in nature, Mistress Marla quickly popped Her closed fist out of the expanded wet cavity, causing the sweating blond to snap her head forward and stare at the She-devil in absolute fear and horror as the results of the quick maneuver tore through her and then left her EMPTY...and wanting to be refilled in the extreme... "...Oh, NO MISTRESS!!!!...PLEASE, MISTRESS...PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE DON'T STOP NOW...OH PLEASE? I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK...AAN- NYYTTHHIINNGG!!! Don't stop...pppllleeeaaasssseee???" "Please WHAT?...BITCH!" came the reply. Low and slowly..."please Mistress...don't stop..." "Master Paul...would you like to FINISH this simpering bitch for me?...I'm tired of her..." came Mistress Marla's reply. "Oh nnnnnoooooooooooo, MISTRESS...please no...not HIM! Please?" As the blond quaked and bucked in genuine fear and apprehension, Master Paul slowly walked over to stand beside Mistress Marla and to glare into the pale blue eyes of the spread, sweating beauty before them. "Here...you take the cat and work with her for a while...I need to tend to Linda for a while and get the holding cell prepared for this one...see if you can take her the 'rest of the way', will you?" Marla said in a low even tone as she handed Him the cat, then turned and walked toward Linda. Master Paul heard Linda, behind Him, suck in her breath and then begin slowly and carefully pleading with the approaching Mistress Marla..."no, Mistress...please...He's MY MASTER...MINE MISTRESS...HE'S MMMMMIIIINNNNNEEEEEEE...pppplllleeeeaaaassssee?" He did not turn around to watch what happened next, but He shud- dered at the inadvertent omission Linda had just made of the word "Mistress" at the end of her impassioned and sincere plea to Mistress Marla...and heard the "results" of Mistress Marla's "reaction" as Linda's low voice rose to a screaming, whining pleading crescendo... "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO... 'MISTRESS'...I'M SORRY MISTRESS...NO, NO, NO, PLEASE DON`T DO THAT TO ME...IT HURTS SO BAD..." Sounds of flesh on flesh reverberated through the room as Linda continued to scream and plead her apologies to Mistress Marla and Mistress Marla continued to punish her for the transgression...now, TWICE, repeated... Master Paul turned His head slightly and out of the corner of His eye, saw Mistress Marla drawing a nipple tightly downward by it's golden piercing ring as Her other hand whipped back and forth across the distended breast...He shuddered and refocused His attention on the still pleading but slowly settling down slave in the blocks and rams before Him... "Now, what was this about 'NOT HIM'...my spread, horny little misbehaving, submissive slut?...hummmmmmm?" "No, SIR...I didn't mean it...SIR...honestly, I DIDN'T!!!" came the reply in a low and VERY submissive voice. "Oh, I'm sure...NOW...that's true, but let's see if you can make amends for your little transgression of 'choices', shall we?" He stepped between the outstretched legs and slowly inserted His fingers into the spread, blond's very very very wet 'valley' before Him and then slowly slid the lips open and slid His thumb and forefinger upward until He encountered the hooded little nub at the top. Carefully, thumb and forefinger surrounded the quivering small seat of extreme pleasure in all women and lightly gripping on either side, slowly, He descended thumb and fore- finger to the base and up tight against the seat of the nub...then tightening ever so slowly He began to stroke up and down...listening to the reaction... "oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh nnnnnnnnnnooooooooooo...pppppplllllleeeeeaaassse- eee...SIR...aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh..." and the pleas died away in swift intakes of breath and a careful arching of the body TOWARD Him to lessen the pressure or do ANYTHING to stop the effect of this simplest of all "holds" of a Master on His female submissive "subject". Long ago, many years back, He had learned a great deal about this sensitive and prone to so much pleasure nub, and how it could, when properly aroused and sensitized, be used as THE most potent and fearful form of PUNISHMENT a woman could experience...while in the throes of sexual pleasure and either in or close to or- gasm...and He knew exactly how much pressure to exert and how much to do to extract what He wanted... "Now, little blond, misbehaving, bitch...fly for me...up...come up and show me what you can do for a Master when He 'handles' you". As the gurgling, grunting, moaning and bearing down sounds began involuntarily to stream from the blond's wide open mouth and her head rolled around and around on her shoulders...her body tensing like a tight bowstring...outward toward Him...NEVER away... In the background, He could hear the hoist motor beginning to run as Linda's pleas had died away to silence. The spreadeagled, sweating and arched blond attempted to keep up with the rhythm of her tormentor's thumb and fore finger. He could feel the tingling between them as she grunted and spasmed and attempted to do something, ANYTHING, to relieve the sexual pressure He was so expertly applying to her, on her and driving her with, through an orgasmic array of pleasure/pain torments like nothing she had ever experienced before...not even from her new Mistress, Mistress Marla... "What IS my name, my flying little slut...MY NAME?" "Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh...Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmassster PPPPPP, PPPPP PPPPPPAAAAUUUULLLL, sssss, ssss, sssssiiiirrrrrr..." Tightening slightly and quickening the stroke ever so slightly. "Whose MASTER, am I, bitch?" IIIIIIII, IIIIIII, I don't know, MMMAAASSSTTTERRRR..." "Shall we FIND OUT...RIGHT NOW...whose MASTER I AM? Hummmmmm?" "NO!...PLEASE!...NO! NO! NO!...PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE...NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO..." Tighter...faster..."no, WHAT, BITCH???" "...mmmmmmaaaaasssstttttteeeeerrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!... uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh...uuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm..." trailed off the answer as the head bobbed wildly around and the body arched toward Him even further... "That's correct...SLAVE...YOUR Master...YOURS! So long as I have you where I want you and YOU want to be, you are MINE!" "...aaaahhhhhhhh...yes Master...yyyyyoooouuuurrrrssss!" He released the thumb and forefinger and quickly withdrew them...as the grunting and moaning mouth exploded in a... "NO MASTER...NO NO NO NO...PLEASE DON'T STOP IT... PPPPPLLLLEEEA- AASSEEE!" "Beg, me...convince me to resume..." "Oh god...please Master...please...I'll do anything you want...take me...use me...but...pppppplllleeeeeaasssseeee...ffffiiiinnniiiisssshhhh MMMMMMMEEEEE...PPPPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEE!" came the expected reply. "Take you? Use you?...what sort of language is that, slave?" "FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MMMMEEEEE, MMMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRRR...RRRRAAAAMMMM YYYYOOOUUUURRRRR CCCCOOOOCCCCKKKK IIINNNN MMMMYYYY CUNT! STUFF MY ASS WITH IT...TEAR MY NIPPLES OFF...ANYTHING...BUT PLEASE, MASTER, FFFFFFIIIINNNNIIIISSSSHHHHH MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE! PLEASE, MASTER!" He stepped back and set the cat in motion, up through the wet spread valley before Him, swiftly and HARD, taking particular care to have the tips lick continuously exactly where His thumb and forefinger had been before...over and over and over... As the sweating, straining blond arched into the licking, oiled strands and hissed...literally hissed... "yyyyeeeesssssss...MMMMMAAAAASSSTTTEEEERRRRR...HURT ME MORE...YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS...SSSSSOOOOO GGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD...CCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMINNNNGGGGG, MMMMMMAS- TER...CUMMING...NNNNOOOOOWWWWW!" And the body before Him arched one last time, straining outward and then went slack in the rams and blocks as the head rolled over backwards and the eyes slid closed...FINISHED...OUT LIKE THE PROVERBIAL LIGHT... He tossed the cat across the room onto the leather covered bench, and, after checking His swooning 'charge' to make certain she was breathing normally and in no danger, He turned and walked toward Linda and Mistress Marla. The sight before Him shocked him, at first. Mistress Marla had removed the spreader rods or bars from between the trays Linda was strapped into, kneeling, thus allowing her legs to splay out wider, or so it seemed. As He studied the position more careful- ly, He realized that Linda now controlled the spread of the trays and her legs...and she could move them wider, outward or draw them in tight, at will. Except for ONE SMALL FACTOR...Mistress Marla was standing behind her, commanding..."spread 'em...you bitch...wider...wider yet...slut...wider...wider than that...now hold them there..." As He watched, Mistress Marla began applying a crop with a leath- er loop on the end to the splayed and split wet slit before Her,...the legs started to close...and the commanding voice reverberated through the room... "WIDER...YOU FUCKING BITCH...I SAID...WIDER!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?" "yyyyeeeeeesssss...MISTRESS...anything you say...MISTRESS!" The crop toyed with the spread Linda...teasing her all along her spread lips, caressing the rings and burrowing into the open valley...over and over and over as the legs closed ever so slightly in reaction to what was going on and then widened even more. Master Paul watched the scene in silence as Mistress and slave seemingly teased and worked together, with each other...it was difficult to determine just who, EXACTLY, was getting the most pleasure out of the episode before Him. "Ok, bitch, close 'em up..." The legs swung shut, pulling the broad leather strap over Linda's back down taut. The strain of holding her legs that way showed on Linda's body and her face as she tightened every muscle to do it. Marla slapped her naked behind with an open palm and said..."now hold em that way until I tell you otherwise..." Walking over to Him, Marla said to Paul..."I see you finished our little blond friend...good...I'll take her down and put her away to 'hang around' for a while...you tend to Linda for a while...she LIKES this "loose in the trays" gig..." and with that, Marla walked back toward the sagging, still sweating and now slightly shuddering blond in the blocks and rams. As Master Paul walked up close to the hanging Linda, doubled up and bound tightly into her "kneeling trays" and up as high as the overhead hoist could take her, she raised her head up...He gave a slight shudder as He viewed an angry red welt across her cheek. Straining, she tried to smile, ever so slightly, back at Him...but the effort was sort of pathetic...she looked, for all the world, like whipped, wet, straining and hurt puppy dog. Reaching up into the trolley drawer, He retrieved the control box and slowly lowered her down to the floor where He disconnected the hook from the D-Ring in the broad strap, raised the hook and cable back up and pushed the trolley back out of the way. Carefully, He released the broad leather strap that bound Linda into the trays and from which she had been suspended and threw it over her back onto the floor on the other side of her. Next He disconnected the link between her cuffed wrists on her back and then, finally, He unbuckled the two broad, black leather straps on either leg and tray that held her down tight, kneeling in them. Placing His hands in her armpits, He raised her to sitting position in the trays, knees together and let her rest for a while, watching her carefully. She kept her head down and said not a word to Him. When she was upright He could see a small amount of dried blood on her left nipple and surmised that the nipple ring had torn her flesh. After a few minutes of rest, He took Linda's hands in His and helped her off the elevated trays, to stand before Him, naked, head down and eyes lowered. No words were spoken between them. In the background He could hear Mistress Marla removing and moving the now wide awake blond to the far end of the room and a door being unlocked and opened. Shortly thereafter, the begging and pleading started all over from the blond, from inside the room.. "Nooooo Mistress...not up there...no, please...not TONIGHT! Let me sleep in the bed upstairs, please, Mistress." There was a loud crack of a crop on bare flesh and a long, moaning whimper, then silence. He focused His attention back on Linda... "Spread your legs and stand with them apart for a while..." She slowly spread them open about three feet and stood there, hands at her sides, head and eyes lowered. He walked around behind her and ran His hand up and down her naked back and be- hind, slowly caressing her as she shivered under His touch. He took her hair, from the rear, in His left hand and drew her head back so her eyes were staring up at the ceiling, and said... "Now, MY slave, MY total submissive and MY possession, are we ready to begin learning how YOUR MASTER wishes you to obey Him?" The answer, unhesitatingly, softly, and very clipped and short, came back... "yes, MASTER" "Kneel on the carpet, legs apart as they are." "yes, Master" "Put your behind down tight on the floor between your legs." "yes Master" Releasing her hair, "head down, eyes down, chin on your chest" "yes Master" "Place the tops of your feet on the carpet, toes pointing back- ward and place your hands, palms upward, on the tops of your thighs" "Yes, Master" "This is the position I want you to take every time you come to me to be my slave and fly for me...do you understand ME?" "YES, MASTER...I UNDERSTAND, MASTER" Walking around in front of her, He stood, just in front of her, a foot or so from her spread knees and placing His hands in her hair, bent her forward between the spread knees as He said... "Place your hands behind your back, one palm in the other, straight back, and lick my feet, slave..." >From below, "yes, Master" and then the feeling of a soft tongue sliding over the tops of first one foot and then the other, and the head moving as the tongue searched for, found and licked, carefully, ten separate toes and then withdrew and the lips gently kissed each foot... He sighed through a knowing grin as he stared down at the still wet head of chestnut colored hair and the trembling arms, hands and body below Him. She was obviously, completely enjoying this, far more than He was or that He had hoped that she would. He reached down and took her shoulders, palm under each, and sat her back up, saying... "When we 'meet', each time, you will do what you just did when I stand where I just did, after you have assumed the position...understand?" "Oh, YES, Master...I understand!" and a long shuddering sigh from the down turned mouth could be plainly heard. "Place your hands, palm up, back on your thighs." "Yes, Master" Walking behind her, took her hair in both His hands, at the rear of her head, and drew her backward, as he said... "Close your eyes and lie back slowly...all the way back between your legs..." "yes, Master...thank you Master" "For what?" "For showing me YOUR WAYS for me Master" "Do you like them?" "Oh,...YYYEEEESSSS MASTER...VERY VERY MUCH, Master" came the reply. "This, my sole slave and only possession, is your FIRST POSITION before YOUR Master and it's three separate variations. You will always sit this way, upright, when you are with me, even in the car, which you have already done and therefore know, don't you?" "YES, MASTER!" (a shudder as memories of that returned to her) "In the forward position, you greet me as you did, with lips and tongue, just as you did tonight, for the first time...every time we begin...without me telling you to...do you understand?" Yes, Master...I understand Master...COMPLETELY, MASTER!" (another sigh and shudder). "It does not matter who is in the room. If you are naked and have come to serve me, you will do this...do you understand?" "Yes Master...may I ask you a question Master?" "Yes" "Will you have others with us, Master, when we are together this way?" "Perhaps, but that depends on what you and I agree to, my slave...between us and ONLY us!" "Yes, Master...I understand you, Master" (a long, contented sigh) "In the forward position, I may bind and strap you tightly, and leave you there if you misbehave or disobey me in MINOR ways, do you understand me?" "YES, MASTER" (strong, clipped and very quickly said) "And in this, backward position, legs spread wide, your back and head upon the floor, toes pointed back and soles of your feet exposed upward along side you, hands palm up on your thighs, and legs spread wide open...in THIS POSITION you shall receive SEVENS for things such as failing to call me Master after each set of words or answers you speak to me...do you understand me?" "yes" He smiled and chuckled to himself as he slowly left her and walked over to the leather covered bench and retrieved the well oiled and previously well USED cat and then walked back to stand beside her. "I see...my misbehaving wench! You've just EARNED a seven, haven't you?" "YES...MASTER!" came the reply. "Sevens are administered with a cat or a crop upon the soles of your feet, the palms of your hands, upon your bare breasts and upon the 'valley of your Master's pleasures', in rotation...seven separate strokes to seven separate and predetermined locations, always the same...do you understand me, slave?" A long shudder, and low moan followed by a timid "yes, Master." And with that, He carefully whipped the soles of her feet, the palms of her hands, each breast and then laid the crop, length- wise, up the middle of her spread legs in quick succession, as she moaned and spread her legs wider and thrust her chest body upward to meet the last three "strokes". "That is a SEVEN, slave" "I like them, MASTER...I like them very very much, MASTER!" "Some slaves fear them a great deal...they will beg and plead to avoid them." "NOT YOUR SLAVE, MASTER...I...LIKE...THEM...MASTER... A LOT, MASTER!!!" came the unhesitating reply. Somehow, He knew that would be her answer...He knew it! "One final item...the punishment for you rejecting me or ejecting me, ANY PART of me...from your mouth or any other orifice of your body...from the valley of MY pleasures or any where else...is A SEVEN-FIVE-SEVEN...this you will DEFINITELY NOT LIKE, slave." "yes, Master?" (a long shudder) "SEVEN continuous SEVENS, administered hard and fast, in quick succession, followed by FIVE MINUTES of *THIS*"...stooping down, He reached between her splayed legs, running His thumb and fore- finger up from the VERY WET soft and lightly spasming mouth of her sexual passage until the hooded and tingling stem of her sexual core was between His thumb and fore finger as the blond's had been just a short time ago... "OH, NO MASTER...I won't EVER reject you or push you out of me...EVER...NOT EVER... MASTER...I promise you...I will take you inside me and service you...I won't reject you... EVER, MY MAS- TER..." and a low moan as the finger and thumb tightened and slowly gripped her in the most intimate and "knowing" of ways..."NO, MASTER...NEVER, MASTER...NOT EVER...MASTER!!!!" she shot back at Him, tersely and fully meaning every word as the full impact of FIVE MINUTES of this registered upon her... He watched the knot of fear tighten in her belly muscles and ripple across her lower torso as her breath quickened...and released her and stood back up. "Master?" "Yes?" "Would you REALLY do that to me for FIVE MINUTES, Master, if I rejected you from my mouth or 'other places' Master?" "Without hesitation, slave...WITHOUT HESITATION!" "Thank you, Master...I understand, Master" Walking behind her, He placed the palms of His hands under her shoulders and raised her to an upright, 'normal' kneeling version of His FIRST POSITION and left her there, head down, eyes cast downward, palms on thighs, upward, knees spread far far apart and walked to the far end of the room to the open door leading into what looked like a black leather lined cell of some sort. As He walked, he thought about how wet Linda had been when He had demonstrated the SEVEN-FIVE-SEVEN, wetter then when Marla, Mis- tress Marla, had been working on her earlier and when he had His hand up inside her... He now KNEW Linda absolutely reacted, with extreme hunger and fear built passion, to the routines He had just explained and demonstrated. Any woman He had ever used them on previously, had done the same. They were HIS punishments and position(s)...uniquely His. Something He had slowly developed over the years after working with several good slaves...full and complete submissives...sexual submissives, all...and He under- stood the effect of the kneeling, spread position as it tensioned and focused tendons and muscles and amplified the sexual effect of His words and His actions or attentions on His slave(s). From what Linda had previously done, He knew she was familiar with the workings of the position and could do it for long periods of time, effortlessly, it seemed. He would find that out, for sure, shortly. Stepping through the door to the cell, He was greeted by a strange and wild sight, on the wall to His left, framed in solid black leather... "Come here, Master Paul, and see the 'resting position' of my little blond bitch slave you wore out, out there!" Marla ex- claimed to Him as he walked toward them. There, on a long, padded and leather covered wall, was the blond slave, bound tight to it, face outward, splayed in a wide "X", no part of her touching floor or ceiling, black leather straps anchoring her tightly to the wall at wrists, forearms, and upper arms above, across her forehead, a wide, ball gag containing strap over her mouth, a padded blinder strap over her eyes, a very wide strap across her upper chest under her arms, a wider one yet across her belly and four wide straps across her upper and lower legs, splayed out below as her arms were above. From between her legs came a two inch wide strap that rose upward and buckled to a strap and belt buckle riveted to the strap over her belly...a strap that passed through leather loops on the ends of buried shafts that filled her, front and back, and from which two wires ran from each shaft base to a small, many knobbed, black box on the wall. On each nipple, was affixed a butterfly nipple clamp, from which hung a fair sized lead weight. As He approached the strapped up blond He could hear her muffled, guttural moans and protests but not much else. Marla ran Her hands over the bound and spread blond's splayed body and then walked to the black box and turned dials. A low humm came from the buried shafts inside the now quivering blond. As Marla turned the knobs the humm grew louder and louder. Satisfied, She released the knob and walked over to Master Paul. "You like my little special resting arrangement for this bitch, Master Paul?" It was then that He noticed four extra pairs of wires coming out from under the crotch dividing and splitting black leather strap and going up to the many knobbed control box... "What are the other four sets of wires for, Marla?" "Oh, those...deep inside her pussy are two silver 'eggs' with vibrators in them...in between the two plugs, front and rear, there is another one, laid crossways and held tight there with the strap, and finally, there is another, buried above the front shaft, in the slit, up against her clit, above, just below it and just touching it. I only have the vibrators on in the shafts at present, which, incidentally, I can expand or contract inside her with one of the knobs...the shafts will expand outward or shrink inward...watch..." She went back to the many knobbed box and began adjusting other knobs. Each adjustment brought a 'reaction' from the helplessly bound and spread slave...and the weights on the nipple clamps began to sway and bob continuously as the adjustments were made. As Mistress Marla adjusted and 'tuned' the knobs and the devices they controlled, the strapped open slave's toes began to curl involuntarily, and her fists clenched...He could see her jaws tighten, also, as she bore down on the ball gag with her teeth... Marla continued to adjust and tune as the belly muscles of the now jerking blond ripple with sexual excitement and reactions...the muscles in her neck and the rest of her body began to tighten, visibly, and her breath, through only her nostrils, came in quick, deep snorts. Paul watched the Mistress continue making adjustments out of the corner of His eyes as he watched the 'reactions' they caused on the strapped body before Him...several final adjustments caused the blond to stiffen visibly and mightily, after which a long snorting sigh was heard and she went limp in the straps, toes uncurling, palms opening and all muscles relaxing... Mistress Marla stepped away from the box and walked over to Him to stand next to Him... "OUT!...Like a light!...In record time, too!...Watch what happens next as she comes around...I've left the devices where they were set when she went out...watch...I'll be back in a minute." She left the room and He stood there watching the limp blond strapped to the wall before Him. After several minutes, the toes and fingers moved slightly, and then the body, strapped tight as it was, jerked wildly against the straps and a long series of gagged, protesting moans and muffled screams could be heard as the fists tensioned and released and the toes curled and un- curled...and that process went on for several more minutes, accompanied, always, by the panting, snorting sounds of increased breathing through the nose and the onset and increase of the rippling belly muscles and then a general tightening of all muscles, over the entire body, followed by a long muffled scream or moan and then total relaxation as the blond went 'lights out' again. Marla came back in the room just as the strapped up slave was coming back to life a second time... "See?...She's good for dozens of those, through the night...and when I'm through with her, she'll do ANYTHING I ask of her or command her to do...this little trick is my 'specialty', Master Paul...I take uncooperative women who may not want to do my bidding and be my slave or someone else's, especially women who are, shall we say, less then appreciative of sexually pleasing a man or a woman to whom they belong or will belong, and I teach them to appreciate VOLUNTARY SEX through long and continuous INVOLUNTARY ORGASMS AND FULL CLIMAXES TO UNCONSCIOUSNESS in this fully bound and helpless position..." Marla walked over to the now orgasmically rising blond and pulled the nipple clamps out fiercely from her chest with one hand and began whipping the tensioned breasts with the crop She held in Her other hand...continuously over, under, in between and on the sides of each breast...as the blond's muffled screams and gur- gling moans rose and the toes curled and fists clenched once again and she again passed out...this time, coated from head to toes with sweat...and with a solid golden stream of urine stream- ing down her limp legs onto the terrazzo floor below her; stream- ing off the ends of her toes in multiple golden waterfalls. Marla turned around and walked back to Master Paul. "Come on out here...I want to show you something Linda built for me...designed...a while back...from memory...I just moved her for you so you can see her handiwork used on her..." and Marla and Paul walked out of the cell, Marla closing the door, with a final sounding slam, behind her. As the door slammed shut, Master Paul thought about the endless series of orgasms the blond would experience through the coming hours and He shuddered...it was not good to leave a slave that way, unattended. As His eyes focused on the room before him, in the dim, infrared light, He saw Linda, stretched horizontal in the middle of the room where the blond had been in the rams and blocks. Only, Linda was stretched between four rams with her hands and feet in the black rubber blocks, spreadeagled, face up, horizontally, about crotch height with a fifth ram rising from the floor and under her back. All five rams were coming out of the floor, and none were extending down from the ceiling, as before with the blond. The one at her middle back had a rubber block or pad that gripped her from the top of her behind, along her back for maybe eighteen inches toward her shoulder blades. The block was huge and rose up around her sides. An eighteen inch wide black leath- er strap rose out of one side of the huge block and passed over her belly to anchor tightly to the rubber block's other side. Linda was exactly horizontal, fully spread and very very tightly tensioned out of the large belly and back block toward each outer, spread ram and hand or foot encasing rubber block. As He walked around to her head, hanging backward, hair dangling down toward the floor, He said... "Well, lovely slave...what have we here?" "Alex's RAMS, MASTER!" came the terse reply. "I see...do you 'like' them, slave?" "NO MASTER!!!" came the terser reply, filled with fear which was emphasized by a long shudder through her body. "I see...who put you in these, slave?" "ALEX, MASTER!" another shudder. "Did Alex hurt you in these?" "YES, MASTER!" "Are you afraid of them?" "Terrified, MASTER..." "Then why are you in them, MY lovely slave?" 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