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                                Meeting lindaslut by Sybian

 As he waited for the elevator on the fourteenth floor of the  Hyatt he let
his thoughts drift back to the first time she had endeared herself to him. Very
early on she had written him, begging to know more about who he was. He allowed
her to pose three questions. He fully expected them to be of the usual mundane
type; "How old are you?", "What do you look like?", "How do you earn
your living", or maybe "Where do you live"? But she asked none of these. She
wanted to know about his likes and dislikes. And his views on punishment. And
what helooked for in a slave. Slave. He disliked that word. It harkened back to
the world of games, of D/s, of B&D, that he had grown weary of and had left
behind.He recalled how her first letters, explaining how his story, "Mastering
nikki"
had touched her. And how he had decided to re-enter that world one last time,
just for her, for lindaslut.
     Punishment. He had left the times of whips and such far behind, they were
the implements of his youth, before he came to the special knowledge of women's
desires that he now held. Steven thought back to one of the times that made him
realize that punishment for transgressions, real and imagined, didn't have to
be always corporal in nature, didn't always have to involve the lash and the
cat, the slap and the clamps. 
  Her name was cindy and he had found her in a shopping mall while he was
trying on a pair of black leather trousers. They got to talking and she talked
and talked, revealing the intimate details of her life as if they had known one
another for years. Soon they were meeting for coffee weekly. She spoke of her
fascination with the world of Domination and submission and her boredom in her
marital bedroom. Cindy told him that she had just recently read Ann Rice's
"Sleeping Beauty" trilogy and it had opened her eyes to her true feelings. She
felt that she wanted to be treated like a "slave", to get in touch with her
submissive side. She wondered if he ever thought of such things. He coyly
revealed that he "had some knowledge of these matters". She asked him if he
would be willing to "play" with her, if he would consider it. He told her that
he didn't care to partake in "games", that what he did was very serious
business and would agree to a session with her only when he had outlined to her
what might be expected. She had enthusiastically accepted his conditions and
during one of her husband's business trips, found herself being "trained". She
had most recently talked back to him for she was full of spirit, which he loved
in his subs, but she was constantly testing him and now needed to be corrected.
He had her fully restrained and blindfolded on a bed, on a rubber sheet. Steven
spent two hours working her holes with an assortment of dildos and vibrators,
bringing her time and again to the brink of orgasm but never allowing her to
climax. He spent much of this time working on her clit until it was incredibly
swollen with lust and pulsed like a small penis, begging for release. Now two
hours might not seem like a long time, but stare at a clock and watch it tick
by.
      He played her like a piano, thrusting into her with either his fist or a
giant rubber phallus until she started to spasm and then he would stop and let
her settle. She was crying hysterically and begging for him to end this erotic
torture. At one point her nose started to bleed from the tension within her.
 At the end of the two hours, he unshackled her hands and and placed the
biggest dildo in them. "Go ahead, bitch, make yourself cum". He hissed at her,
his contempt evident. Through sobs she choked the words; "Thank you, Master,
thank you, I'll never talk back to you again, thank you, you're too good to
this worthless whore", as she started to fuck herself with the massive toy.
It's full length disappeared into her yawning fuck-hole time and again as she
furiously worked herself. "Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God......."she screamed. It
only took a minute, so close to the edge was she. As she started to spasm,
Steven stood by her head and ordered, in a dark whisper, "Open your mouth,
cindy, open your mouth and drink of me, your Master". He took his semi-rigid
cockmeat and aimed it at her beckoning mouth. As her climax tore through her
small body, he unleashed his golden stream directly into her head. As she
pulsed with orgasm, his strong stream of urine overflowed her mouth. She gulped
greedily and as she came and came, the words "Thank you, thank you", could be
heard through her gurgling.
     He returned cindy after her training  to her husband and her suburban
life. But she writes to him now and again, and to this day, she reports, cannot
have a satisfying orgasm unless a man is urinating into her mouth. The sting of
the whip soon fades, the welts heal, but the punishment of that long ago night
is now a tattoo on her soul and will be with her forever. Though she would
never ask her husband for such a thing as he climbs on top of her for his
weekly fuck, she has found a series of erstwhile "Masters" who are more than
willing to cater to her needs. Steven grinned his wicked grin as he thought of
the poor unsuspecting husband who's wife is sneaking away, gartered and
corsetted like a whore, to be tied up and pissed on in hotels, motels and
basement "dungeons" throughout the city.
     Steven was brought back from his reverie by the sound of the elevator. In
a minute he would finally meet his lindaslut, who he had come to know only
through a year of e-mails and phone calls. She had stolen his dark heart and in
just moments he would hold her, inhaling the scent of her arousal deeply,
gaining strength from the depth of her submission.
  As the elevator carried him to the lobby of the Hyatt, Steven reflected on
all that had brought him here. She had reached out to him, after reading his
story, "Mastering nikki". An ever more provocative exchange of e-mail followed
and soon he found himself seduced by her, enslaved by his slave. Oh, how he had
yearned for this night that was finally upon him.
He reviewed the instructions that he had sent her. She would be in the lobby
promptly at 6, dressed as instructed. She was to wear a black wool pleated
skirt that ended exactly 4 inches above her knees. Underneath he ordered her to
wear taupe thigh high stockings and have on her feet a pair of black patent
leather shoes with 5 inch heels. On her ankle, over the stockings, she would
wear the ankle bracelet he had sent. It was 18kt gold and spelled out his name
for her, "lindaslut", in script. She was to have on a white silk shirt and a
black velvet collar around her smooth neck. Underneath she would have a black
satin corset, laced tightly, so her waist was 20 inches. He had instructed her
to have her legs crossed in such a way that a small amount of flesh, above one
of her stocking tops, would be visible to all who cared to notice. Finally, he
had ordered her to buy the book, "Topping from Below", by Laura Reiss, and be
reading it, never looking up from it.
As the elevator neared the lobby, Steven appraised himself in the mirror. The
black Armani suit and italian black silk t-shirt looked well on him. His 50
inch chest and 18 inch arms, from years of weight training, strained the fabric
just enough to give him the air of tension under control he liked to affect.
The 44 years of his life had been kind to him, he mused. The dark, short, slick
backed hair, the piercing brown eyes and cavalier mustache made many mistake
him for a younger man, and in so many ways he was youthful, but in his wisdom,
very old at times.
The doors slid open and he strode into the bustling lobby and immediately
spotted her. His heart jumped in his chest, for he was able to detect her
hunger for submission, her craving for punishment from across the room. It was
so powerful he wondered if the others in the lobby felt it too, but he knew
that only people like him and his lindaslut had the extra senses to detect
things of that sort. They were two of a kind, different sides of the same coin,
the punisher and the punished, and somehow kismet had brought them together
this night.
He walked across the room and knew immediately she detected his prescence as
her mouth opened in a slight gasp. He watched her struggle with the urge to
look up but knew she wouldn't, though he knew that later she would certainly do
something to provoke him, the need to be disciplined so great in her. He stood
over her now and surveyed his prize, enjoying the sheen of the severely cut
platinum that was her hair. She had carried out his mandate to her with
perfection. As his eyes examined her form, he had trouble moving them off her
perfect nylon sheathed legs. Marvelous. He watched her trying to make believe
she was reading, and soon he began to detect her womanly aroma, as she grew wet
with desire.        
"Linda, look at me", he commanded softly. She looked up from the book slowly
until her eyes locked on his. At that moment the crackle of lightning filled
the hotel lobby, but was only audible to them, the teacher and the supplicant.
He lifted his right hand and placed his thumb on her painted lower lip as his
nose drank in her musky scent. He pushed his thumb into her mouth, and like the
good slave she was, linda began to suck. 

The bustle of the busy hotel lobby froze like a surprise winters rain. Furtive
glances were cast their way. The women onlookers feigned shock and disgust,
while secretely wishing they were in that woman's place. The men looked on with
envy and lust.  
Linda grasped her Master's hand with both of hers and started to stroke his
thumb in and out of her mouth, her slurping quite audible. "Stop!", Steven
commanded in a half whisper and she did, in mid-suck. He removed his hand from
her grasp and wiped his wet thumb on her rouged cheek. Linda returned her hands
to her lap and cast her eyes downward, as she had been taught. Steven took her
right hand and told her to stand. As she did her short skirt caught, revealing
the dark elastic bands of her stocking tops. She stood there exposed, trying to
gain her balance in her "fuck-me' shoes. "Fix yourself", he ordered. "Thank
you, Master" as she smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. Steven then took
both her hands in his and gently kissed her cheek. "You're gorgeous", he
whispered and linda smiled.
Taking her by the hand he led her from the hotel to his car, a black Lexus
SC400 coupe. He opened the door for her and enjoyed the sight of her skirt once
again riding up on her perfect legs as she climbed into the seat. As he climbed
behind the wheel he noticed that she had left her skirt above her stocking
tops, knowing that he loved her exposed like that. He drove the car through the
darkening streets in silence, as his slave sat beside him, hands once again
clasped in her lap, eyes cast downward. Soon they pulled up to a restaurant,
"The Gilded Orchid". Steven enjoyed the stares of the young valets poised at
the entrance, as he helped linda from the car, her shaved pussy, for a brief
moment, quite visible to young men.
It seemed that all eyes in the eatery looked up as the striking couple entered.
The willowy, heavily made-up woman in the oh-so high heels, short skirt and
platinum crew cut and the powerful looking man all garbed in black. Soon they
were seated and Steven spoke."Sit on your hands". Linda obeyed her Master,
placing her hands beneath her ass. In a moment the waiter appeared and Steven
ordered an Absolut and tonic for her and a Pelligrino spring water for himself.
When the drinks appeared Steven sipped at his, watching linda, arms straight at
her side, hands beneath her, eyes cast down. He picked up her drink and brought
it to her lips. "Drink", he whispered. He tilted the glass as she parted her
bee-stung lips and inhaled the alcohol, the warmth of it immediately coursing
through her body. "Finish it", and she did, gulping it down as he tilted the
glass further and further, but just enough so that she was able to complete the
task without spilling a drop. He was so considerate, her Master, she thought as
she drank.
"Look at me", he said as he placed the now empty glass down, the ice cubes
gently tinkling. "I will order for you. When your food comes, I will cut it up
for you and feed it to you. When you want more you will say "Bite, please" and
I will put the food on the fork and place it in your mouth. If you are thirsty,
you will say "Drink, please" and I will hold the glass to your lips. All during
the meal I want the middle finger of your left hand to be working your clit. If
you find yourself approaching climax you will ask my permission to cum.
Understand, slut"?
The seat underneath her was already soaked with her arousal as she moved her
hand beneath her skirt and whispered, "Yes, Master." ....................

sybian1@aol.com


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