Message-ID: <3305eli$9708241044@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3305.txt> From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Linda's Epic Adventures in Life (10/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5tosdi$buk$14@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 3 Master Paul lets Linda down --- Slowly --- Finally!!! As Linda hung from the overhead heavy "trapeze bar", attached to it by the chains attached to her ankle cuffs and thigh cuffs, shivering and quaking in her continuous orgasmic orgy, her pierced nippled breasts rubbing back and forth across the plush red carpet of the master bedroom and her pleading, begging and moaning hoarse voice entreating Master Paul to give her more --- MORE --- M-O-R-E --- --- Master Paul reached under her slick, wet and dilated sexual "mouth" and grasped the small, carefully placed little metal alligator clip that squeezed her tortured and hooded love button ever so firmly, but not savagely, and started to release it --- --- Linda began to scream and plead with him --- "NNNNOOOOO --- MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRRR --- NO, NO, NO!!! PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO MMMMMMEEEEEEEE! --- PPPPLLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE LEAVE IT ALONE --- PLEASE????" Shaking his head, Paul backed away from her and watched her gyrating and trembling through her orgasmic wonders --- a contin- uous and triumphant parade of pure sexual gratification that never diminished and simply went on and on and on --- --- the sweating, shaking, squirming sexually submissive and "conquered" LINDA looked over her shoulder and under her suspend- ed shaking legs at Paul and very lowly and huskily said --- --- "PLEASE, MASTER PAUL --- 'FIST' ME!!!! --- YOUR SLAVE NEEDS SOMETHING INSIDE OF HER --- PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE?" --- Shaking his head in absolute amazement and wonder, Paul returned to his former position behind Linda, between her hugely splayed and suspended naked legs, where he inserted the fingers of his right hand into the wet, black depths of the contracting vaginal passage and, curling them together with his thumb curled into the palm of the now pointing hand, he thrust steadily forward sinking the extended hand deeper and deeper inside the panting, moaning Linda --- until the last of the thumb disappeared from view and the wrist slide inward and downward --- --- as the finger tips touched the mouth of Linda's cervix Paul opened the imprisoned hand and formed a firm fist, then rotated his hand and wrist from side to side inside the stretched, con- tracting and releasing passage, wet with orgasmic juices --- thinking back, to himself, of the few times he'd done this to any other female, Slave or otherwise --- and remembering the 're- quest' they'd made for him to do it and then the catterwalling, pleading cries as it was slowly accomplished --- but NOT LINDA --- Oh no --- NOT LINDA!!! She just moaned a gave a satisfied sort of grunting sound as the hand bottomed out --- Once the fist was closed tight inside of Linda, Paul began to pull backward, dragging the now wildly screaming and sobbing Linda backward across the bright red carpet on her flattened chest and the ringed nipples and their fiery breasts --- --- pulling the fist up into and through the spreading, stretched passage with a suctioning, slurping sound until it came free with a loud --- "POP" --- covered with the slick, hormone rich coating of a bitch in heat --- a smell that drove Paul nuts with desire --- even now after all Linda had done to 'satisfy' his 'needs' --- and Linda continued to scream and cry ecstatical- ly and wildly with every ounce of sound her vocal cords could develop after the long orgasmic siege --- And then the sound level died to a low slow --- "AAAAHHHHH YYYY- EEEESSSS MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRRR --- SSSSOOO --- GGGGOOOOOOODDDD --- SSSSOOOO --- SSSSTTTTRRRROOOONNNNGGGG!!!" --- "YOUR SLAVE HAS BEEN PUNISHED MASTER PAUL --- SO WELL PUNISHED --- SIR!!!" Then and only then did Paul reach swiftly under the still quaking and dripping spread hole and remove the small metal clip from its imprisoned small button --- --- which brought an --- "OOOOOHHHHHH MMMMYYYY GGGGOOOODDDD --- I'M CCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG MMMMMAAAAASSSSSTTTT- TEEEEERRRRR!!!!" --- standing three feet behind the sweat coated spectical of Paul's life time, he thought to himself --- "you've got to be kidding, Linda --- what the hell was all the rest of that contin- uous wild 'show'????" In time he would learn that Linda did things "differently" from other women in the orgasm and climax categories --- VERY VERY DIFFERENTLY!!! --- shaking his head, Paul step forward and unclipped first the ankle cuffs and then the thigh cuffs and lowered one leg and then the other to the carpeted floor. Once freed from her suspension, Linda rolled onto her back and stared up at him with those big brown loving eyes and ran her tongue around her wrinkled lips --- "SIR, MAY YOUR SLAVE HAVE HER TEETH BACK, PLEASE MASTER" came the somehow funny plea from the exhausted, wet woman sprawled on the carpet in front and below him. He obliged by going to the bed and retrieving the false teeth which he gingerly and gently handed to the cow eyed Linda, who slipped them quickly into her mouth. "Tell me something, Slave --- how did you manage to lose your own teeth?" Paul asked her. "Aaaahhhhh, MMMMaaasssstttteeeerrrr, do you really want to know?" questioned a far less submissive Linda. "Yes I do, Slave --- tell me!" "Its not what you're thinking Paul, --- really it isn't!" "Linda, don't tease me or play with me! --- what happened?" "Well, while I was in Parkersburg, at Chris' Place, my mouth got really really sore and stayed that way for about a week; Chris got concerned and took me to a doctor who immediately put me in the hospital," Linda explained. "After a lot of tests and mum- bling among themselves and with Chris, the doctors told me I had cancer in my mouth --- the jaw bone(s) --- and places like that! I raised holy hell and broke down and cried for a whole day as they ran more tests and took a lot of X-rays of my face. "Two days after they told me about it, they wheeled me into an operating room and put me out. When I woke up I had no teeth and my mouth and whole face and neck burned like fire. They kept me sedated for a week to lessen the pain --- and it did! "Finally, Chris told me they had removed three fourths of my jaw and cheek bones and some other stuff along with all my teeth. But he said they were pretty sure they had gotten all the cancer- ous stuff out of me, but that I was going to have to take X-ray therapy for a while to make sure that it didn't come back. But, he and they told me they had rebuilt all my jaw and facial bones with some stronger artificial stuff so that I would look normal --- better than normal, in fact --- AND THEY WERE RIGHT --- I DID!" she explained to Paul. "For three months I was sick as a dog and couldn't keep any food down as they bombarded me with that goddamn 'cannon'. But it did the trick and I'm 'cured' now, Paul --- aren't you glad?" Linda asked in a very sexy and yet somehow still a 'little' servile and subservient way. "Uuuhhhhh, hhhhuuuuhhhh --- you better believe I'm 'glad', Linda --- but doesn't it bother you to have lost your teeth at such a young age and been so close to dying," he asked. "It did at first --- but I discovered that I could 'surprise' my lovers the way I did you today --- MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PPPPAAAAUUUULLLL!!!!" Linda said in a low, slow, sexy throaty voice that was not in the least submissive, now. "How many women have given you a 'head job' the way I did to day, Master? --- eh? I can slick your cock so smoothly and grip it so tightly with my lips and gums that you can't cum until I DECIDE YOU CAN, MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PAUL," Linda hissed up at him almost defiantly. "I'm the best 'blow job" artist there is in the world, --- SSSSIIIIRRRR!" (again, the defiance). Looking down at her with disapproval, Paul bluntly said "AND YOU ARE ONE GODDAMN DEFIANT, DISOBEDIENT, BITCH OF A SLAVE RIGHT NOW --- LINDA --- MY LINDA!!! What the hell am I going to do about you?" She looked up at him, still defiant, and said --- "guess you'll have to 'think of something' for 'next time' to 'punish me', won't you --- MMMMAAAASSSSTTTTEEEERRRR PPPPAAAAUUUULLLL?????" And, with that, Linda got up from the floor and strolled into the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she looked over her shoulder and winked at him with a very wicked grin on her face. Thirty minutes later, Linda was gone and Paul had packed all the stuff away in to leather cases and let him self out of the apart- ment which belonged to one of his unmarried partners in the firm. On the way out through the lobby he stopped in the building managers office and asked about Penthouse Apartment Number Four down the hall from where he and Linda had spent the whole day. By the time he left the building, he had a receipt in his hand for the deposit on Apartment Four and the first three months rent and a one year lease agreement in his suit coat pocket, with an option to buy into the Condo, either by buying Penthouse Apart- ment Four or another of his choosing during the year lease period with all the "rent" applying toward the purchase. A rather pooped and sagging Paul wandered into the office just before 5:00PM, just in time to be paged to the telephone --- When he picked up the phone and said "hello" --- a low, throaty, sexy voice whispered back in his ear --- "IS MY MASTER HAPPY WITH HIS NEW SLAVE? --- DOES HE THINK SHE NEEDS MORE PUNISHMENT, MASTER --- SIR?" --- "Yes, Slave --- she definitely needs more punishment and I'll tell her where and when I'm ready --- and only WHEN I'M READY!" he said firmly and hung up the phone. "Aaaahhhhh, its started in earnest," he though, as he started to jot down a list of people, companies, equipment and tools he was going to need to "fix" up Penthouse Apartment Four the way HE wanted it. He'd have to 'supervise' a lot of the "finish work" himself to keep from causing a lot of raised eyebrows and talk about the place --- but he'd get it done in a month or two, --- of that he was sure. In the interim, he'd stone wall the sexy, pushing Linda, --- SLAVE LINDA --- until he was ready. AND, he'd stop by that damn lounge frequently for very short periods of time, not close to quitting time, to tease the hell out of her and make her more obedient and ever more frustrated so that the next time he "had her" --- in HIS OWN "playroom" --- she'd learn something about him --- a lot!!! Though Paul doubted that he could ever really make Linda genuinely fearful or scared --- and he really didn't want to try. But if he could instill and ele- ment of uncertainty in the thing, he just might be able to give Linda something she wanted and hadn't had for what was probably several years now. He was damn sure going to try!!!! The day after the "session" with Linda in the Penthouse Apart- ment, 'Master' Paul received a photocopy of a poem in the mail --- it came in a plain, white, small envelope with his name and the company Post Office Box address written on the front in beautiful, obviously feminine, scrolling handwriting --- with a hand drawn, beautiful, spread winged butterfly on the back, covering the whole flap. There were two "pins" drawn in the butterfly's wings sticking it (her?) to the envelope flap! Inside was this poem: "SLOW ME DOWN, LORD" "Slow me down, Lord." "Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind" "Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of time." "Give me, amid the confusion of the day, the calmness of the everlasting hills." "Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of the singing streams that live in my memory. Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep." "Teach me the art of taking minute vacations - of slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to read a few lines from a good book." "Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to send my roots deep into the soil of life's enduring values that I may grow toward the stars of my greater destiny." In the same beautiful handwriting as the address on the envelope there was a short note at the end of the poem which read: "for the 'minute' vacation, --- THANK YOU!" "for expectations of things yet to come --- THANK YOU!" "But most of all, I humbly THANK YOU for being MY MASTER!" //s// "THE BUTTERFLY" Paul gazed at the poem and the note and read it over and over. "So it begins," he thought to himself, --- "the 'Lady' has class, and then some." And, indeed, as it turned out, "THE BUTTERFLY", Slave Linda, DID have class even in the worst of surroundings and situations --- and perhaps, in retrospect, that may have been somewhat of an UNDERSTATEMENT, from Paul's viewpoint, when it was all over and Linda, beautiful Slave Linda, THE BUTTERFLY, was gone --- FOREV- ER! In the weeks that followed the arrival of the "letter" from the "BUTTERFLY", Paul busied himself with "fixing up" Apartment Four in the Penthouse high above the hustling and bustling downtown streets and the river. He hired trusted, skilled craftsman whom he knew well from his design firm and their contractor bidders and projects. There were no plans, per sei, --- just daily instructions from Paul --- but the Apartment was "redone" in a manner befitting Paul's "tastes". His workmen friends probably thought he was a little touched in the head because of the color schemes and strange things he had them build and all the sound gear and electronic stuff he had them install in the high ceiling rooms (10 to 12 feet floor to ceiling in most places). They were all amazed at the automated piece of "artwork" he had them install, in the center of the "Living Room", in the center of the "Fountain" they had con- structed for him with it's sprays reaching upward from the ter- razzo pool and downward from the mirrored ceiling above. They stood in awe of the strange eight foot in diameter stainless steel "rings" that were centered and pinned in the floor and ceiling in the center of the fountain. When the tiny black control box was used, the rings would rotate, one within the other and between floor and ceiling at whatever speeds the opera- tor of the controls wanted. Very slow or very fast. For a piece of "artwork", they certainly were heavy enough, they had all agreed. Paul had directed them on the fittings to re- ceive the rings and then when all was ready, he had showed up one morning with three workmen lugging the two rings into the apart- ment in quarter pieces each. They spent all day with special welding rod and welding equipment welding each ring together from four separate pieces, in place, in the midst of the center of the fountain. The next day they test ran the controls and all worked well, as the water cascaded down and shot up around the rotating, gleaming, heavy, stainless steel rings. They had all agreed they were 'unusual' and actually, sort of 'beautiful', in their own way. If only they had been allowed to see the 'final addition' to the 'rings' they would have, perhaps, harbored other opinions and 'feeling' about the 'rings' --- AND 'THE MASTER OF THE RINGS'!!!! At the end of that day, with all the workmen paid off and gone, Paul walked through the rooms of the apartment and examined the various decorations and color schemes he had ordered installed, --- and especially the many strange "devices" he had had placed throughout the apartment. The living room had the famous "rings" in their "fountain" with a mirrored ceiling and a side "swing wall", between the living room and the rather large and well stocked kitchen, that rotated in panels so that it was white on one side and black on the other. As Paul pressed the control button that reversed the wall and made it black, he reminded himself that he and Marla, --- the bitch Mistress friend of Linda's he'd met in the lounge one night, right after the "session" down the hall in the "borrowed" apartment --- that Marla was supposed to be making a trip out of town to get the stuff they had designed and their friend with the saddle shop had agreed to make --- after a measuring session with Linda in his shop several weeks back. The bare black wall didn't look very good without its "adorn- ments"! He would fix that, later tonight, in the wee hours of the morning, with Marla's help. Marla was fairly drooling over the prospects --- eager to pitch in and help so she could partic- ipate and satisfy her special "needs". It was going to be an interesting next few days Paul thought to himself as he reversed the wall to white again to contrast with the two other black walls and the mirrored glass windows that covered the other, outside wall. He walked over and pushed a button on the wall opposite the now white one and the wall rotat- ed in very small, shutter like, horizontal panels, until they were perpendicular to their original position and a mirrored plate glass surface could be seen behind them, fully exposed. He smiled as he strolled through the door into the master bedroom and gazed through the clear plate glass wall he had just exposed. >From the bedroom side you simply were looking at the living room through a shuttered glass partition and could clearly see the rings in all their living splendor. He picked up a second con- trol box on the night stand and pressed two buttons and then watched the rings begin to rotate slowly around and around and one within the other. Satisfied, he pressed two other buttons on the control box. The rings stopped. Picking up another control box from the night stand, he pressed a button and the huge king sized bed that had been about three or more feet off the red carpeted floor, posts set solidly in the floor and anchored solidly in the ceiling, --- the surface of the large bed sank slowly toward the floor exposing a large stainless steel ring bolt set in each post, but previously hidden by the raised bed, since they faced diagonally inward, across the bed toward each other. He stopped the bed and went to examine the ring bolts. They were set in tracks on the face of the large wooden posts so that they could be slid up and down from floor to ceiling along the length of the post. He pushed the release button under one of them and slid it clear to the ceiling, then returned it to it's original position and released the button. Stepping back, he pushed anther button on the control box and the ringbolt began to rise on its own. Satisfied, he pushed another button and returned the ringbolt to it's "normal", "hidden" position (when the bed was raised, which it was not, now --- having lowered until the surface of the bed was only twelve inches off the floor). He pressed another button on the box, and the bed began to rise toward the ceiling, passing the ring bolts and stopping only when it was about twelve inches from the high ceiling. He pushed the "normal bed position" button and watched the bed lower to a "normal" old fashioned, three feet or so off the floor and stop. He put the control back on the table and walked over to the bedroom wall that had on it a large, lighted, glowing butterfly painted on a coal black background within a glowing circle surrounding it. On the wings, body, head, and lower part of the butterfly were slots in pairs that formed the outline of a human body. Taking another control box from its wall holder next to the circle and butterfly, he pressed a button marked OUT. The Circle separated itself from the wall and moved outward into the room. When fully extended, on a hydraulic ram mounted in the center back of the eight foot circle, the butter- fly was a good five feet straight out from the wall. He pressed the "TILT" button and the circle laid backward until it was hori- zontal and laying down on the ram a little over four feet off the floor. "Now, that," Paul thought to himself, "IS A MASTERPIECE!" And indeed it was --- with the "slots" positioned from the body measurements his Saddle Shop friend had given him after the measuring session with Linda a few weeks back. When the wide black straps the saddle shop was making were inserted through the slots "somebody" was going to BECOME A VERY HUMAN, VERY TIGHTLY BOUND, "BUTTERFLY" --- he couldn't imagine, "WHO"! He hit the RESET button and the wall returned to "normal". He pressed the button marked ROTATE and the circle and butterfly rotated 360 degrees with the butterfly being upside down, side- ways and right side up through the rotation cycle. Paul smiled. Placing the control device back in its holder, he walked to the other opposite wall and as he walked out the door he hit the button to close the shutters on the plain glass/mirrored (depend- ing on which side you were standing - bedroom/plain side or living room/mirrored side!) living room wall. He turned to the right, down a short hallway and opened the door into the bath- room. The huge, deep, sunken tub (which doubled as a "Hot Tub" and "Whirlpool" affair with water jets and air jets along it's circu- lar walls) dominated the bathroom. There was a toilet and a strange looking additional fixture beside it. And there was a large vanity with three sinks. The ceiling had all kinds of doors and ringbolts visible in it. The large blank wall opposite the vanity, toilet and other "device" looked very plain --- the wall between the bedroom and bathroom. But a touch of the button by the door revealed yet another shuttered mirrored wall, plain plate glass on the bedroom side and mirrored on the bathroom side. But the dominant feature of the bathroom was the huge butterfly within the circle on the wall opposite the entry door, over the huge eight foot sunken tub. Paul took a control box out of its holder and ran that wall "decoration" through the same "paces" as the bedroom wall, only, this time he hit the LOWER button and the hydraulic ram and butterflied horizontal eight foot circle sank slowly downward to and then into the tub, all the way to the bottom. Satisfied, he hit the RESET button and walked out of the bathroom, turning the lights off and closing the shutters as he left and closed the door. He was whistling to himself as he entered the large, dimly lit living room --- Just as the phone rang in the kitchen on the other side of black paneled living room wall. He strolled into the kitchen and picked up the phone --- "Sherwood Forest! --- Robin Hood speaking!" he answered with a chuckle. "Paul, is that you?" came a husky, female voice over the phone. "Yeessss, Marla, its me? What are YOU up to?" "Just got the Van back from the custom shop --- THEY DID IT! --- JUST LIKE YOU ASKED! --- You're going to LOVE IT, Paul --- MASTER PAUL!!! --- I do!!! --- MY GOD IS IT 'NEAT'," she exclaimed breathlessly. "Oh course it is, Marla --- my six years in engineering college and twenty years experience in the 'field' guaranteed THAT!" Paul sighed in frustration. "Smart Ass!" came the reply. "Paul, how's about we meet at the Lounge and see how 'our girl' is doing?" "You go ahead. I've got to take care of some things, first. Did you make the trip out to the saddle shop and get all the gear?" "Uh, Huh --- you didn't tell me you PREPAID for all that stuff. I was scared to death he was going to want cash." "It's all covered Marla --- did you run it against the order sheet and check list?" "Yah, --- it's all there --- and he threw in some neat extras you're gonna love! --- MAN, will you love 'em!!! --- I think Dave finally got in the 'swing a things'!!!" she practically shouted over the phone. "OK, I'll see you between midnight and One in the Morning at the Lounge --- Linda IS working tonight isn't she?" he asked. "Yup, and Johnny is out of town in Pittsburgh, working for three more days, until Friday night --- and my sister is over at Linda's place watching Tammara --- 'for the night'" she said with a anticipating, sly connotation and inflection to her voice! "OK, Marla, I'll see you later --- everything's set and a 'GO' here!" Paul said and hung up the phone. "Yah, --- it sure as hell IS!" he thought to himself as he reached into the refrigerator and extracted a can of salt free Diet Rite Cola --- "it sure as HELL is!!!" He sat down at the kitchen breakfast bar and thought back several weeks to the events that had introduced him to Marla and the long, carefully planned 'event' that was about to take place in this "apartment" in the wee hours of tomorrow morning and on into the next three whole days. 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