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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
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Part 1 - Chapter 7

Through conscious, hypersensitized eyes, with a suspended help-
less, now truly female submissive body --- AND MIND --- subservi-
ent to a blue eyed, bearded, tanned handsome hulk of a MASTER who
held the first SUBMISSIVE `LOVER' of Linda's young life --- in
the form of an oiled, wicked looking, short but many thonged,
plain ended whip --- Linda watched her body begin to receive the
attentions of her now whirling "LOVER" --- directed by her ---
MASTER --- as it moved inward toward her spread thighs and danced
across her sensitive, spread, and VERY exposed hanging sex in
constantly repeated --- "SWISH" --- "SLAP- SLAP-SLAP" --- sounds
that were melded end to end into a continuous rhythm of sound and
accompanying sensations --- stroking and striking and caressing
and pulling and sucking and turning her insides to shivering
molten fire --- as Linda rose on the wings of an angel of orgas-
mic pain become pure pleasure.

The whistling, whirling oily thongs of her "lover" and its con-
stant lapping sounds of `contact' devoured Linda in a lake of
pure unadulterated lust, desire, want, need and approaching ---
but never quite THERE --- fulfillment.

And her attentive MASTER, wielding her LOVER with EXTREME care
and accuracy, watched Linda with the eyes of the accomplished
dominator of true female submissives he was and had been for
years --- a MAKER of female submissives --- from `promising' raw
stock placed in his caring and `talented hands' --- He modulated
the whirling "LOVER" in rotational speed and advanced and re-
treated it with both accuracy and understanding as he watched the
pierced, ringed nipples on Linda's reddening breasts grow darker
and rise farther and farther out from her chest --- as he watched
Linda attempt to arch her back forward, ever forward --- and kept
careful account of the swelling colour changes in her widening
and flaring nether lips which now framed a vaginal passage that
literally `breathed' a life of its very own as the mouth con-
tracted and then dilated, rhythmically and increasingly --- as he
listened to Linda speak with a husky, deep, whispered, totally
sexually driven voice to her lover and watched her lust glazed
eyes dance in her head.

"Oooooohhhhhh, --- yyyyyyeeeessss --- LOVER --- oh god it fells
ssssssssooooooooo --- gggggggggooooooooddddddd!
Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh --- oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!
Ppppppppppppllllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeee --- FUCK
ME!!!  MASTER!!!! --- MMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE --- MAKE
`HIM' GIVE ME MORE --- PLEASE MASTER, OH, PLEASE MAKE HIM GIVE ME
MORE --- OH, I'M SO HIGH --- SO HIGH --- SO
HHHHHHIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!"

And Linda climbed higher and higher up the steps to total male
subservience as her crashing, never quite completed orgasmic
surrender eluded her and she climbed still higher and higher and
her bound body literally danced in the air from her upstretched
now dripping wet hair and her "mounting ring" creaked and groaned
from her frenzied and lust driven contortions.

The nipples swelled and expanded outward as the contracting and
expanding widely spread sex hole continually and unsuccessfully
tried to seek its "LOVER" --- as Linda danced in the air and
mouthed every entreaty her sexually driven mind could contrive
and conceive --- with her MASTER floating within the glazed
purview of her lust filled eyes --- sweet MASTER who understood
her --- knowing MASTER who was delivering her to her "LOVER".
--- "MASTER, OH MASTER --- OOOHHH MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!" she
moaned to him in frustration and appreciation all wrapped into
one.

And MASTER, retreated with her "LOVER" as Linda watched in ---
frustrated and absolutely "frustrated" sexual horror --- and
through her wide stretched eyes and still vibrating, dancing,
sexually hypersensitized body, she beckoned him back to her ---
and also with screaming verbal entreaties that filled the sti-
fling hot room as the MASTER step out of her "passion pit" and
walked to the far wall, retrieving a large tripod and a `saddle-
like' arrangement and returning over the curbed bounds of her
sexual bondage pit now being coated with her sweat and bodily
fluids, placed the tripod beneath her contracting and dilating
hugely spread vaginal mouth --- and then screwed the leather
`saddle' on top of it.

As Linda, looked downward, with her lust filled eyes, at the
device before her, he returned to the wall and came back with two
perfect replicas of rigid and turgid male organs, two inches and
three inches in diameter, respectively, --- screwed them into two
twin holes in the curved saddle with it's perfect crotch fitting
contours and wide leather straps dangling from the from corners
and buckle tipped shorter wide straps dangling in the back cor-
ners.

The tripod, "saddle" and its now fully mounted male organs slid
forward from the curbed edge of Linda's `pit' as her breasts
partially hid their progress and then through the valley of her
heaving breasts the device all but disappeared from her view and
she let out a disappointed whaling moan of frustration.

UNTIL SHORTLY THEREAFTER, SHE WAS SPLIT AND SPREAD OPEN BY TWO
WARM VIBRATING MALE ORGANS THAT ADVANCED RELENTLESSLY UP HER ANUS
AND HER CONTRACTING GRIPPING VAGINAL WALLS UNTIL BOTH WERE BURIED
TO THEIR FULL LENGTH IN A COOING AND MOANING LINDA --- AND THE
SADDLE CONTACTED HER THIGHS, THEN HER BUTTOCKS, THEN HER UNDER-
BELLY IN FRONT AND ROSE INTO HER CROTCH AND SLOWLY LIFTED HER
UPWARD --- RELIEVING ALMOST ALL THE TENSION FROM HER SWEATING
HAIR --- AND LEAVING HER PARKED, HELPLESSLY, BUT THANKFULLY ON
THOROUGHLY FILLED TWIN SEXUAL CAVITIES.

The restraining straps came over her legs and buckled to the back
of the saddle near the ever contracting and loosening cheeks of
her ass as she attempted to squeeze both organ filled orifices
with every talented muscle she had or ever hoped to have.

"SSSSSSOOOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!! --- AH, SO, GOOD!!!" hissed Linda
downward to no one in particularly as the vibrating male engines
drove her higher and higher now that she had something to work on
with her sexually educated muscles.

But though higher and farther, still no orgasmic "thunder" oc-
curred as promised by MASTER so long long ago.

Pleasure but still rising --- and frustration.

And MASTER returned with the a pair of the small, strange looking
ring devices with the legged tripod above them and crank handled
shaft extending down through the apex of the tripod --- the
rings, she could see, were made of rubber and so where the tripod
legs rising from them --- as she strained to examine them more
carefully --- one of them moved quickly forward to enclose her
right breast, or rather, surround it.

Fascinated, she watched the ring on the shaft open and the close
through her right nipple ring and then back slowly away as her
MASTER tensioned her nipple by turning the handle of the device
now sticking out from her chest until the two rings tightened and
snapped to right angles of each other and her right nipple was
pulled outward as the rubber ring around her breast sunk into her
flesh --- and a strange and pleasurable, yet somehow painful,
sensation flowed through her nipple and breast --- and the rubber
base ring began to contract, squeezing inward toward her breast
and forcing it to bulge forward on her chest and turn redder and
redder and redder.

She watched in utter fascination as her once small breast bal-
looned outward and her once short nipple grew longer and longer
--- followed by waves of pleasure and sexual desire flooding her
mind from her squeezed and stretched breast's millions of stimu-
lated nerve endings.

Quickly, the left breast and nipple were similarly attended to
and captured, stretched and squeezed until her MASTER was satis-
fied that they were entirely correct.

And Linda moaned down to him --- "OH THANK YOU, MY MASTER, OH
THANK YOU --- IT FEELS SO GGGGGGOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD! --- SO VERY
GOOD!!!"

He reached down and released the snaps that held her knees to the
outer stainless steel "Mounting Ring" ring --- releasing them at
the huge "Mounting Ring", --- and pulled the chains down around a
peg in the base of the tripod, and back up to snap to the chain
part way up toward her knees as he tensioned them tightly and
relentlessly downward, securing her in yet another way to the
saddle by means of both her now downward stretched knees.

And having done all this to the quivering, begging, pleading and
sobbing Linda, he walked away from her, once more, back toward
the wall --- and returned with her fearful "LOVER" --- the whip.

AND FOR THE NEXT FEW MINUTES, LINDA'S NEW MASTER AND THE "LOVER"
--- WITH THE CONSTANTLY "CARESSING" OILED THONGS --- played a
female submissive's "love song" on Linda's singing, sweat
drenched body.

AS LINDA HIT ONE ORGASMIC PEAK AFTER ANOTHER AND ROSE ONWARD AND
UPWARD TO INCREDIBLE SEXUAL HEIGHTS OF PLEASURE AND SATISFACTION,
EACH FAR FAR BETTER THAN THE LAST AND EACH ENDING WITH THE PROM-
ISE OF MORE, MORE --- MMMOOORRREEE!!!!!!

There might have been pain --- extreme pain --- but Linda never
felt it! --- all she felt was the orgasmic wonders of a female
submissive's THOROUGHLY SATISFIED universe, as she streaked
across the heavens and mouthed supplicant "THANK YOU'S" to her
very first MASTER --- who definitely knew what Linda liked best
and most --- NOW!!!!!

(And from that time forward --- Male Dominant Masters who knew
their trade and knew it WELL --- owned Linda during those much
needed "sessions" on their carefully tuned "equipment" with their
carefully selected "lovers" --- and the mere thought of a "MAS-
TER" made Linda long for a sexual satisfaction only a MASTER
could give --- no MERE "man" --- A SIMPLE MALE --- WAS EVER AGAIN
ENOUGH --- NEVER!!!)

As Linda lay on the dressing room couch, she recalled that she
had never passed out from her orgasmic trip into total female
submissiveness and subservience --- she had hit orgasmic peak
after orgasmic peak as she watched her new MASTER ply her "lover"
over her tender twenty year old body --- he had adjusted and
tightened her breasts and her nipple bondage --- he had stuffed
her sex fuller and tighter by systematically and regularly rais-
ing her restraining saddle and its two hole stuffing male en-
gines, which tensioned her legs downward but allowed her to bend
her head forward and better observe the caress of her lover as it
played back and forth over her body --- and he constantly adjust-
ed those two male cocks shoved far up her stretched and engorged
contracting and releasing holes --- as Linda alternately gripped
them and released them in the only way that she knew how and
POSSIBLY --- COULD --- then MASTER made them ruthlessly piston in
and out of Linda's constantly contracting and relaxing, drenched
and plugged holes with incredible speed, spinning and vibrating
as they devoured Linda's steaming wet twin sexual cavities,
plowing the orifices of each inward than sucking it outward, two
at a time, --- and finally --- right at her highest peak, THE
MASTER had flipped a switch on the saddle that advanced a vibrat-
ing small rubber suction device that seized and devoured the
small, reddened and VERY sensitive button at the top of her
soaked and thoroughly plowed sexual "V" --- and Linda went abso-
lutely crazy with supplications, thank you's and moaning, scream-
ing, bouncing motions of fulfillment so severe, that had she been
hanging by her hair, she'd have been bald --- scalped by the
willing "Indians" of her sexually driven body and mind!

To a total stranger, the picture of a crazed, babbling, pleading,
begging woman on a saddle out of hell itself, restrained by her
hair from a giant eight foot stainless steel ring, with a wide
belt across her belly and back, tightly pinning her arms to her
sides, her toes yanked up toward her waist, heels dug into her
tensed behind and her hands strapped to her outer legs above the
knees with a leather trousered male whipping her body front and
back as her tortured stretched nipples and compressed breasts
stood starkly out from her heaving chest and an oiled whip
`lover' plied her bundled body --- to an "uninitiated" stranger,
the scene would look like a medieval session in the inquisition's
deepest darkest, torture chambers --- or something out of a KGB
sexual subjugation manual.

BUT TO LINDA, THE "VICTIM" --- IT HAD BEEN NO SUCH THING!!!!  TO
HER, FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE, IT HAD BEEN TOTALLY
PLEASURE AND SATISFACTION FOR PLEASURE AND SATISFACTION'S SAKE
AND DEFINITELY NOT FOR MONEY --- NO WAY!!!!

Nobody made a "movie" of that "session" but Linda often wished
someone had.  BUT THEY HADN'T, DAMN IT, ANYWAY!

After the session had ended and Linda was sliding back down from
her trip through the heavens, MASTER removed her breast devices,
unloosened her from her "saddle", and released her bent legs and
reattached the stretched toes to Linda's "Mounting Ring" and
rotated the ring in the reverse direction from whence she had
come to this state of satisfaction until she was again hanging
upsidedown.  In which position he let her lick and lave his rigid
straining male organ --- his COCK --- for quite some time ---
then he removed her belly and arm binding belt, unbuckled her
restrained hands and arms and buckled them back to her "MOUNTING
RING", spreadeagled, as before, and with her legs spreadeagled
the way it had all begun, her head and "hair ring" still chained
to the ring, he tightened straps around her legs, rotated her
into a face downward, horizontal position --- where he systemati-
cally hung weights from her pierced and ringed nipples and sex
lips, --- after which --- he had most thoroughly and completely
fucked his now totally submissive and subjugated SLAVE'S FACE ---
AND HER ASS --- AND HER CUNT --- WHILE LISTENING TO HER CLIMB
BACK UPWARD TO FEMALE SUBMISSIVE HEAVEN --- AGAIN!!!

Had either of them have doubted what her TRUE NATURE and REAL
SEXUAL PREFERENCES WERE UP TO THAT POINT --- all doubt was re-
moved forever and always --- GIVEN THE "CORRECT" MALE --- A
"MASTER"!!!

AND ANOTHER TOTAL FEMALE SEXUAL SUBMISSIVE HAD BEEN CAREFULLY
"CREATED" --- BY YET ANOTHER ACCOMPLISHED MALE --- MASTER!!!!

As Linda lay on the couch in the dressing room of the south end
lounge, she visualized and felt that heartless, male cock stuffed
up every hole in her body and her begging and pleading for more
as she watched her "weights" jerk and swing from her stretched
tortured breasts and their nipples and felt the same thing going
on in her nether lips.

NOW, --- AS THEN --- SHE LOVED IT!  And she hoped to God the
sexy, big, blue eyed, bearded guy out at the bar was both still
there and not just another "bullshit artist" in the Dominant Male
--- NO --- MASTER --- "business".

We shall see, she thought, as she opened the door and stepped
out.

(And at this point, your friendly narrator interrupts, to insert
a short WARNING to would be male "MASTERS" who think they
can/could handle a "LINDA" and provide her the sort of SATISFAC-
TION she desires --- nay --- requires!

Such creatures, like the lovely Linda, do, indeed, exist.  They
are complex and driven --- and they can literally tear an inexpe-
rienced male's most treasured appendages off --- if you do not
play the "game" the way they want it played.  To the poor bastard
who ONCE utters an apology for ANYTHING, she will deliver the
wrath of heaven and hell combined.

The care and "training" of a TRUE SEXUALLY SUBMISSIVE FEMALE -
there are MANY PHONEYS who do it for $$$$!  - is not something
one undertakes without a thorough knowledge of both the "art" and
the "devotee" to that "art"!  If you think I jest --- try it ---
but be prepared to speak with a high shrill voice for the rest of
your miserable life if you know not what you are doing!)

(And now back to "Linda" as she "investigates" a would be "MAS-
TER")

Linda walked out of the door and to her right, stepping up to the
juke box just as B.J. approached it.

"Hey, BITCH, it's my set!" she screamed.  "Wait your own goddamn
turn!"

Linda looked down at her, contemptuously, and slammed a quarter
into the singing box.  Then another.  And yet another.  She
punched in her chosen "songs" --- VERY SPECIAL SONGS! --- and as
she walked away, she hoisted a familiar and universally under-
stood finger in B.J.'s direction, never once giving her any other
response.

She sat down by the cash register and waited for her songs to
come up.  John looked down at her with raised eyebrows but
thought better of verbalizing ANYTHING.  A very FORTUNATE and
WISE choice, indeed!

When the three songs Linda had chosen came up, she took the stage
--- and TOOK IT is the most apt way to describe the matter.

Once in motion, she danced as she had not danced in a long long
time --- all for the gentleman in the corner seat --- who, not by
chance, but by CHOICE --- was still very much --- THERE!

She never took her eyes off him, nor he, her.  And as the care-
fully chosen songs reached all the intentionally chosen "pas-
sages" and "phrases", the two of them exchanged all the right
"signals".

By the time she got down off the stage, Linda KNEW she had a far
better than even shot at securing another credible MASTER!  Where
she was "pretty sure" before, she was virtually certain, now!

This time, she didn't play stalling games getting to the other
end of the bar.  She cut through behind the bar, around the stage
and up around the end where she sank into the still empty chair
and said:  "If you're who and what I think you are, I've been
waiting a long long time for you --- Paul --- MASTER PAUL!" in a
low, sexually tinted and tainted, throaty voice.

He smiled at her with those pale blue eyes --- leaned over with
his mouth and nose breathing hotly in her ear and said:  "Slide
forward.  Up against the bar.  Spread your legs out against it.
Fold your arms up on the bar.  Lean forward.  Like you're tired!"

And as Linda obeyed, he reached down inside her bikini pants and
fingered the four golden rings in the lips of her wet sex.

"Just four?"

"Uh-huh," came the subservient reply.

"What did you say?"

"Just four --- " and haltingly, --- "MMMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR" in a
low moaning, whispered tone.

"Better --- much better!"

"It's been a while, hasn't it Linda?  How long?"

"Three years, MASTER --- almost four --- except for MISTRESS
MARLA --- who really doesn't count."

"Turn toward me.  Keep your arms on the bar.  Pull your top down
off your nipples," he commanded quietly in a whisper.

She rotated ever so slightly toward him, and secretively, with a
timid hand, bared her golden ringed pierced nipples to his gaze
and his gaze alone.

"Professionally done," he stated, as if viewing some bauble in a
dime store window.  "Raise it back up and sit up."

Linda slipped her top back over her sweating, pierced nipples and
breasts and sat back up in the chair.  He took a cigarette from
her pack on the bar and placed it between her lips, as he raised
his lighter to it's tip.  Linda's hand flew up to grasp his hand
over the back, fingers in his palm, guiding the flame while
caressing his cool damp palm with her finger tips.  He lit the
cigarette and removed his hand, her hand going part way back down
with his before leaving it and releasing it ever so slowly and
tenderly.

"Now, what was all that business about when you left here in such
a hurry?"

"I --- I --- Can't say!" she blushed, "I'm too ashamed!" came the
whispered response.  "Can we PLEASE wait until later? --- MMMA-
AASSSTTTEEERRR???"

He shrugged and turned back to the bar.

Linda looked at him, carefully, thought for a while, and then
said:  "I get off at 2:00 --- will you be here? --- MASTER?"

He turned his head toward her and said carefully:  "Is that what
YOU want, Linda?"

"YYYEEESSS!" --- came the low, hoarse, sexy, whispered reply.

He smiled at her carefully and got up from the bar.

She watched him equally carefully, as his back moved away from
her and he walked casually but deliberately to the door and out.

Linda sat there for a long while, and then, regaining her compo-
sure, she finally got up and made the rounds of the room, talking
with all the regulars and settling in for a drink with a new face
that looked lonely and eager for company.

The rest of the night went interminably slowly for her, but
2:00AM rolled around.  She changed hurriedly in the dressing room
and, with her travel bag swinging from her right shoulder, she
bid John a good night and headed out the door into the cool night
air, not knowing what might lay in wait for her outside.  She
hoped that she had understood and that she hadn't assumed any-
thing he might not have actually said or meant.

As she passed through the outer door of the entryway leading from
the lounge, her eyes swept the parking lot in a hungering, hoping
attempt to locate the one person in this world she did not ---
NOW --- want to lose.

At first she didn't see him, and then, suddenly, she saw a tall
figure with his back to her in the back of the second row of
cars, talking to another guy.  She walked across the open aisle
to the door on the other side of the car where he was standing
and waited, quietly.  He completed his conversation with the
other guy and they shook hands.  Then, slowly, he walked around
the back of his Lincoln Town Car to where Linda stood quietly
waiting.  She looked up into his smiling face and those barely
visible pale blue eyes and smiled lovingly back at him as he
reached down and opened the door for her.  With Linda seated
inside, he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side
and got into the car.  Without looking over at Linda, he started
the engine and drove quickly out of the lot onto the street, and
then out toward the main thoroughfare.

When he got about a mile down the road, he pulled off onto a side
road and then back into a small, quiet and private area among
some large overhanging trees where he parked the car and shut the
engine off.

"NOW, pretty, scared, Linda --- who thinks she MAY have found a
MASTER --- what was all that about?"

"Please --- MASTER --- do I have to tell you?"

"Have you told your husband, my pretty, very submissive, excited,
strange `friend'?"

"NNNNNNOOOOOOO!" came the quivering reply.

"Then, perhaps, you'll tell me?"

And, with a slow moan for a start, she related the whole sorry
tale of her repo'ed Firebird, the Friday and Saturday Night
"Private Parties", her "pay" for the performances and the two
feared and dreaded "repeat engagements" coming up on the weekend.
When she was through, she hung her head down on her chest and
started to sob, quietly, with body wracking shudders.

He didn't say a word.  He just reached over and started the
engine and put the car in gear, then drove back out toward the
main highway and when he got there, asked:  "Which way?"

"Left," came the soft reply.

And she directed him carefully over the streets that led to her
home.

As they approached her house, she said "the green double on the
left, by the old white Chevy," and he angled up to the curb on
the opposite side of the street.

She looked at him carefully, not knowing what to say or to do
next.  He solved the problem for her, in a hurry.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll stop by at 10.  You'll be here; correct?"

A timid "yyyeeesss" followed by a long sigh.

He looked across the street at her house and said very calmly,
"Good night, Linda!  And --- sweet dreams, my beautiful and
sexually, submissive match!"

She got out of the car and as she walked across the street, he
drove away.

The next morning, promptly at 10, while Tammara was at school and
Johnny was down working on the ICIC job, her new `chosen' master
appeared at her front door.  She opened the door and stepped back
to let him in, but he simply took her right hand in his left hand
and, with his right hand, laid five crisp new one hundred dollar
bills in it, wrapped in a small white paper band.  Without saying
a word to her, he turned and walked back across the porch, down
the steps, out the lead walk, got into his car and drove away.
She stared after him in disbelief and amazement, then looked down
at the small green objects in her right hand and noticed a phone
number on the white wrapper enclosing them.  No note.  Just a
phone number.

When the shock wore off, she hurried around like a demon pos-
sessed woman, getting herself ready to go retrieve the Firebird
from the impound lot.  After two hours spent retrieving her car,
she returned home just in time to fix Tammara's lunch and send
her back to school.  She spent the rest of the afternoon trying
to get up the courage to call the number, but never managed it.

That night, she drove to work and danced her 9 to 2 shift without
a hitch, except that she had the pleasure of telling John she'd
not be "entertaining" Friday or Saturday Night and, when he asked
her what she meant, she said she didn't need the extra money any
more.  To her surprise, he just shrugged and said, "suit your-
self.  It's fine by me."

When she walked out the front door at two in the morning, she was
happy as a lark, but very puzzled about the non-appearance of her
benefactor --- her new found master, she hoped.

The next morning, she hustled her two "troops" off to school and
work by 7:30 and then determinedly sat down at the kitchen phone
and, retrieving the white wrapper from her purse, she dialed the
phone number.  A male voice answered with a deep firm "hello".

"Are you busy?  I don't want to bother you," she said in her
lowest, sexiest, and most submissive and subservient tone.  "I
missed you last night --- are you alone, now?" she blurted out.

"Nooo, I'm not alone, but it doesn't much matter whether I am or
not --- now does it?"

That puzzled her some, but she went on.

"Thanks for the --- ah --- `loan'; I got my Firebird back yester-
day morning --- and --- ah --- I don't know how I can thank you
--- " and her voice drift off uncomfortably.

A low, firm voice responded, "You'll figure out something, I'm
sure, when you've thought about `us' long enough --- and believe
what you've seen and felt so far."

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, followed by a VERY
low and sexy, "I already have thought about `us' and I want to
meet you to `prove' to you that I --- do --- `believe' --- NO, I
KNOW --- are you free today?"

"Drive down to the Riverside Condominiums, on South Riverside
Drive at Lexnard.  Park your car in the underground condominium
garage in slot 44 and take the elevator to the penthouse level -
I'll be in Penthouse Apartment Number One," came the cool, deep
and very strong reply, followed by a dead line.

She rushed around the house like a mad woman, leaving a note for
her daughter and one for her husband, just in case.  After hur-
riedly showering, making herself up and choosing her best, most
conservative skirt and blouse outfit, (being particularly careful
not to "encumber" herself with either a bra or pants, thus making
matters simpler, later), sliding into her highest pair of black
high heels, (purposely failing to wear either pantyhose or nylon
stockings to add to the simplicity), she stormed out the door to
her car and drove like a demon, downtown.  During the silent
fifteen minute drive downtown, she thought about the events of
the past few days, giving careful attention to her recollections
of Parkersburg and her first, and perhaps, in reality, ONLY, real
MASTER, and as she was thinking about him, she reached in her
purse and extracted her small, sequestered bottle of Shalamar Oil
and began applying it carefully to her quaking, shivering body as
she zipped through traffic toward a --- a new chapter in her life
as a true sexually submissive female --- she hoped and prayed it
was a `new chapter'.

Minutes later, her Firebird parked in stall 44 in the basement,
she rapped timidly at the door to Penthouse Apartment Number One
on the very top floor of the condo on the Manamanee River, down-
town.



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