Archive-name: Slaves/lind206.txt Archive-author: Master Paul Archive-title: The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life Part 2 - Chapter 6 A NIGHT IN 'HELL', WITH LINDA, 'PLAYING' WITH MISTRESS MARLA AND HER SLAVES Master Paul and Mistress Marla placed the spread, naked, and now sweating and tightly bound and gagged Linda on the concrete floor of the garage just below the overhead trolley and rail system and it's suspended cable and hook system. Marla retrieved a control box and cable from the overhead trolley and, by pressing buttons on the control box, lowered the hook until it lay on top of the broad leather strap that anchored Linda to the wide spread "trays". Deftly, Marla slipped the hook through the D-Ring in the broad black leather strap and flicked the button that caused the hook and cable to pull taut and then begin raising Linda and her "kneeling tray" system from the cold concrete floor. When the hook had reached it's zenith at the overhead trolley, Marla replaced the control box in the side of the system and motioned to Paul to help guide the now gently swaying, spread and bound Linda toward the heavy wooden swinging doors he had passed through earlier in the evening. As they approached, the doors swung open to admit the sweating, bound and quivering suspended slave and her two escorts. As the doors swung closed behind, the two ushered their 'victim' through the second door, on down the ramp, which had silently slid open as the swinging doors closed behind them at the top of the ramp. The taut, quivering, spread, bound blond still moaned in the center of the room, seemingly oblivious to the entrance of her two former tormentors and their new charge, suspended from the trolley system in her wide spread, rod stayed 'trays'. The room was still an erie infra-red lit color that made the spread blond look almost surrealistic, not to mention the effect it had upon the gently swaying and tightly bound Linda. Marla walked under Linda and reached upward and grasped her hanging nipples and their gold piercing rings. A faint gurgling moan emanated from above as Marla tensioned the nipples ever downward. "Get the cat, Master Paul......it's over on the leather bench along the wall", Marla commanded. He looked at the leather clad she-devil in front of him and frowned. She smiled, softened her voice, and said "shall we begin 'playing' with our aroused and hungering charge, Master? We'll need the cat, over there on the bench to warm her up a bit, I suspect". Satisfied with the change in voice tone and thus MUTUALLY invited to participate, he walk over and retrieved the well oiled, nine tailed cat from the bench and walked slowly under the now vibrating and heavily moaning and gurgling Linda from the rear to face Marla...Mistress Marla. She drew the nipples ever downward with her thumbs and forefingers as Master Paul began a slow litany of nine tailed "loving" across the downward stretched breasts anchored in Marla's thumb and forefinger nipple vices. Back and forth went the oiled leather strands across the undersides of the stretched orbs of His new slave and willing victim. As He applied the singing cat He watched the belly over His head ripple with an all too familiar pattern as the knotted muscles of a tightly bound, spread and suspended Linda drove her slave's hunger litany into the valley of HER Master's pleasure. As the oiled strands caressed harder and harder on the undersides of the suspended and nipple tensioned hemispheres, He watched the rippling belly muscles drive his charge wild with hunger which was only adequately fed by the twin buzzing shafts Marla had inserted in her in the car. The shaft stuffed deep into her now thoroughly wet sexual passage walked in and out, seemingly on its own, as Linda attempted to feed her hunger and need from deep inside. The rear shaft remained substantially stationary as the muscles there gripped it tightly and held it firm and deep. The fully street clothed Master raised His free left hand and, palm upward, traversed it from just below the reddening breasts to the wet valley where the buzzing shaft moved in and out, almost magically. The feel of the rippling muscles intensified under His palm as Linda responded to His touch and her hunger rose to be further fed by the deeply buried, pistoning shaft and the slapping nine well oiled thongs. Traversing the palm back and forth over the wet belly, Master Paul increased the tempo and the force of the cat as Mistress Marla drew the nipples yet further downward. The gurgling moans from above became a soft keening but muffled scream as the buried shaft was drawn inward out of sight and the belly muscles contracted tightly. "DON'T STOP,.......INCREASE THE FORCE AND THE TEMPO....AND WATCH AND FEEL!", Mistress Marla exclaimed. He did and the muscles beneath His hand tightened still further as the once buried shaft flew out of its wet and open hiding place and literally shot across the red tinted chamber and fluids flowed from the now empty and rippling hole to drip down onto the floor and meet the tightly pressing palm as it traversed from reddening breasts to wet valley and back. The keening, muffled scream above became a seeking moan. Marla released the nipples and took the cat from His hand as He stepped backward, extended the fingers and thumb of His left hand, wrapped them tightly together and thrust the pointed hand into the empty, spasming, dark and wet chamber of sexual pleasure....inward....ever inward until the hand had disappeared and only the wrist was visible extending from the valley between the widely spread, bound legs that quivered and rippled with obvious pleasure and hunger. As His hand sank into the wet orifice, Master Paul felt the rolling, churning innards of his slave wildly reflecting the multi-orgasmic state of the "flying" Linda. He opened the finger tips and began massaging the soft, round cap before them with it's split 'mouth', teasing and moving the churning cervix and in a way that caused the wet walls around his imprisoned wrist to massage and alternately tighten and release endlessly until a long, urgent and muffled scream was heard from above and all of the muscles contracted and then relaxed and the sound from above ceased. Slowly Master Paul withdrew the soaked left hand from it's now relaxed sheath. He looked at Mistress Marla and smiled, knowingly, as She smiled back and said "I believe the lady has just gotten her first 'rocks off' session of the night, don't you?" He nodded as He stepped back and Marla retrieved the hoist control from the trolley and lowered Linda slightly so that She could release the strap the drew her trainer encased head back. As the limp neck allowed the head to fall forward, Mistress Marla grasped the wet hair and held the head up as She unbuckled and removed the trainer and gag. She released the hair and the head dropped to hang downward, chin on heaving chest. Master Paul ducked between the widespread legs, feeling the moisture drip onto His partially bald head as He edged forward, slowly, to gaze upon the slack face before Him. Linda was out like a switched off light as her body began to shiver and shake from the after effects of her journey to sexual satisfaction and oblivion. Master Paul continued to stand below the gently swaying Linda, the top of his head brushing the still rigid, ringed nipples, as He waited for His new slave to return from her trip to sexual completeness and total ecstasy. "Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm"................"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh"... came the soft sound from a pair of slowly parting lips as the eyes fluttered and slowly opened and focused on Him. After a long pause and a few shuddering movements overhead, she said ......."is MY MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR pleased with me, Master?" He smiled, focusing upon and watching Mistress Marla beyond the downward tilted head of His querying slave. "You have given ME no pleasure, slave! You have merely 'taken' pleasure at MY hands!" He watched Mistress Marla, in the background, begin whipping the formerly lethargic blond in the blocks and rams device into a frenzy of motion, confined at her extremities by the black rubber block restraints at the ends of the rams that fully encased her hands and feet. Using the cat in a vicious and continuous circular track, Mistress Marla worked upward from the right ankle into the now seeking blond's crotch and back down the left leg to the left ankle. Mistress Marla repeated the process over and over until, finally, She began applying Her attentions to the rippling belly that was now straining forward to receive the nine oiled strands. The bound and spread blond was now pleading wildly with HER Mistress......... "mmmmoooorrrreeee, MISTRESS......pppllleeeaaasseee.....MORE...... ....hhhhuuuurrrrttttt mmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" as the smacking, slapping litany went on and on and approached and then engulfed the quivering blond's breasts and nipples, which were rigid and darkening from the effects of the attention being plied upon her by the leather clad Mistress Marla. Master Paul step out from under the hanging, spread and bound Linda and, grasping her hair in His left hand, raised her head upward and backward until she was facing the leather clad Mistress and her now screaming begging blond charge. "There, my lovely slave, is where I shall shortly have YOU....... .........spread and stretched before ME.....screaming for MY attentions and YOUR pleasure.........does my slave 'look forward' to HER Master's 'attentions' in the rams and blocks?" "YYYYYYEEEESSSSS MASTER!"......came the reply as the bound and suspended body shivered and rippled before Him in the wide spread 'kneeling trays'........"Oh, yyyyeeeesss, MMMMAAAASSSTTTEEERRR!" "Now, MY little satisfied and bound bitch......it is your turn to please ME............" and He released the hair and let her head fall back down as He retrieved the control and lowered her until her three wet orifices were aligned with His now rigid member, encased in street clothes, still. He slowly walked over to the leather bench and carefully undressed, placing each article of removed clothing on the bench, until, He was naked and ready. "Over in the corner, Master Paul, you will find a leather vest and a pair of leather pants specially made for you, I believe" ..... Mistress Marla shouted above the screaming and begging blond's voice which now filled the room with familiar and pleasing sounds to His trained and accustomed ears. "They are a 'gift' from your new slave, MASTER....." Marla shouted to Him. He walked over to the corner and took the two black leather articles off their hooks. As He returned to the bench, He sensed that He was being carefully watched and looked over toward the swaying Linda. The brown eyes met His as the smiling, cherubic face tilted toward Him. She never spoke a word. The eyes and the gentle, knowing smile said it all.......more than words ever could or would. Deftly, He stepped into the long legged leather pants and secured them around His waist. Looking downward, He saw that His new slave had thought well of her own pleasure and the potential of it from HER NEW MASTER. The entire crotch of the pants was missing and His manhood stuck rigidly outward and ready to 'take' His slave. He chuckled, turned toward Linda and saw the wide grin and the loving, caressing eyes tell Him she understood. He grabbed the vest and while walking back over to her amidst the rising, pleasure filled, begging screams of the now bucking and raging blond, slipped the vest on and left it open. The black leather vest hung from His shoulders as He approached Linda, who had dutifully and submissively lowered her head and her eyes as HER MASTER advanced toward her. Standing in front of the swaying, sweating, anticipating and shivering Linda, Master Paul reached downward and grasped the wet chestnut colored hair before Him, on either side of the down turned head and drew her head backward, once more. As the face rose to stand opposite the open leather pants and the vertically projecting rigid male member, a soft pink tongue slowly appeared from between tender red lips and slowly licked around and around and around an ever widening, toothless mouth. He could hear the sighs coming from the opening mouth as the tongue swept around and around and around in anticipation of what was to come. "Now.......my submissive, seeking bitch....my slave.......tell me what it is that you want from YOUR MASTER..........." The eyes remained closed as the low, sexy voice began the litany that was to become SO FAMILIAR in the days, weeks, months and years that would follow this night and many others........ "If MY MASTER pleases that it be so.......THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS and the PROUD owner of 'linda'.........the LAST TRUE AND PROUD SLAVE OF THE MASTER PAUL, THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS... ...I would give thee pleasure, MY MASTER......" The sweeping tongue resumed and extended, ever inviting and ever beckoning Him to the citadel of wet and complete attention that His new slave held in wait for her Master.....her ONLY Master and as she had so plainly stated it, THE LAST MASTER OF THE RINGS. Slowly, He moved forward between the grasping arms that held His hands locked tightly in the wet hair, but stopping short of the seeking tongue and lips and holding the head and wildly seeking mouth just fractions of an inch out of range. "Beg me, my slave bitch........tell me what YOU will do for YOUR MASTER if He grants you this favor to give Him pleasure and satisfaction...." "please.......MMMMAAAASSSTTTTEEERRRRR! Please place MY MASTER in my mouth so that I may give Him pleasures such as He has never had before....please MASTER let me tend to your needs and give you pleasure.....IT IS MY DUTY AS YOUR SLAVE TO GIVE YOU PLEASURE AND TO SERVICE YOU.......PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE MASTER????" The eyes never opened and the head was held just out of range as He let her continue to beg and to plead with Him. Finally, slowly, he drew the seeking tongue and open, ovaled mouth forward to make contact with Him. The tongue first swept over the rigid round tip and licked slowly back and forth underneath in the most sensitive area, alternating between withdrawing and sliding across the slit on the tip and then back underneath to lave and lick. Neither of them seemed to be in a hurry as she carefully and increasingly alternated back and forth with the flicking, laving tongue as the blond's pleas and screams and beggings keened through the dimly red lit room. He watched her body, suspended from above and spread naked in the trays before Him, shiver and ripple in anticipation and hunger. Her hands, extending out from under the broad leather strap and it's anchored D-Ring, slowly clenched and released as she laved and licked and serviced HER MASTER, inviting Him ever onward and inward to take His pleasure from her talented and trained mouth and tongue.....a mouth that contained no teeth....a mouth that HER MASTER owned.......a mouth and tongue that slowly now withdrew as the ever more hungry and urgent voice began, once again, to slowly and lowly address Him with the respect and the honor only HIS SLAVE could give Him.... "Please MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRRR.....please feed your hungry slave.... ....please let your slave feed upon HER MASTER and give Him pleasure........PPPPPLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE MMMMAAAASSSSTTTEEERRR.........FEED MMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Slowly, carefully, He drew the ovaled sheath of the wet lips, below, over the length of the ever more rigid shaft as He felt the tongue slowly, then faster and faster, circle the advancing shaft. Then, effortlessly and slowly; then faster and faster, He began advancing and retreating the mouth, lips and tongue with the tightened fists in the ever wettening hair as He listened to the snorting breath of the straining slave and felt the hot air hit Him below. As He increased the tempo and tightened the fists in her hair, rocking her back and forth over the length of Him, He listened to her moan and smelled the rising sexual fever in her. The strapped down arms and hands tightened as she clenched the hands into fists and bore down on the "best part of HER Master" with everything she had.......licking, sucking, laving and alternately tightening and loosening her lips and gums... ...milking HER Master....and seeking to be fed, once more. As He rose to "fly" with her, pistoning in and out of the wildly servicing and highly pleasing mouth, He drew her deeper and deeper onto Him, where the muscles in her throat began to add to His pleasure as the now supersensitized tip alternately entered and retreated from the deepest part of His slave's attentions. As the boiling, creamy culmination of His pleasure rose from the twin sacks below and traveled outward toward His ever hungering slave's seeking, sucking, laving, licking and contracting and loosening mouth, tongue, lips and throat, she felt the rising tide and swiftly dammed down upon Him with lips and gums and held Him in check, building His pleasure to intolerable levels as He spasmed and gasped for release. As swiftly as the 'lock' had been placed upon Him, it was released, and the moaning sound in her throat was replaced by the sound of hungry gulping and the cheeks of her mouth suctioned inward as she sought to devour HER Master's new feeding of her. The ritual went on for many long and pleasure filled seconds as she passionately and completely drained every drop of Her Master's 'seed' from Him and devoured it dutifully and hungrily, trackingit into her quivering belly. When it was over and His climax had subsided, some MINUTES later, He slowly pushed her away and back along the rigid shaft; ever so slowly and ever so carefully to allow her to lick and clean Him slowly and carefully along His entire length. As the tip exited from the mouth, a low voice, fully satisfied, said........ "Thank you, Master........the last proud and only slave of THE LAST PROUD MASTER OF THE RINGS......thanks HER MASTER....MASTER PAUL....for feeding her.........is my Master 'pleasured' sufficiently or does he require His slave to attend to his servicing some more?".........and the tongue resumed it's initial tracking back and forth under the still VERY sensitive head and up through the slit on the tip and then back, below. He stood there, holding her hair and letting her lick and tease Him outrageously and continuously for several more minutes, her eyes closed, still, and her breath still panting as the pink tongue laved and loved Him outrageously and continuously until he could stand it no more and retreated from her range and let her head lower where he released her hair and stepped backward still further. As Master Paul gazed upon the suspended, bound and naked form of His now well fed slave, He thought of the many things He would 'visit' upon this hungry bitch slave of His before the night faded into daylight outside. Here in this dimly lit dungeon of an accomplished and obviously wealthy Mistress, He would teach His new slave to behave as He wished and would train her to His every willful wish and pleasure. Here, He would develop a routine for her to follow in approaching Him. Here, He would show her the proper positions for submission before Him and the wisdom and practicality of them as well. And, here, this night and in the morning, would He teach her of "SEVENS" and the variation of His position for her, before him, for receiving "SEVENS". Here, in the seconds and minutes and hours to come, He would extract obedience from her as he trained her to HIS WAYS for all time and eternity. When this night and this day were through, THE LAST PROUD SLAVE OF THE LAST PROUD MASTER OF THE RINGS would know HER MASTER and OBEY HIM without question in all things, forever more, having learned the consequences of disobedience and the terror of that punishment in real fear and real punishments of a set and standard nature. Perhaps, if there were time, He would show her the SEVEN-FIVE- SEVEN punishment He would visit upon her if she dared to ever reject or refuse Him while before Him. But especially, this night, and this coming day, would He describe to her the Penthouse and the coming fitting for all of her leather garb and bondage gear and how they were to be used upon her. He knew He would drive her WILD with hunger as He described and demonstrated what was to come over the days, weeks and months ahead. It was her very nature to rise upward and fly in sexual frenzy as He spoke to her of such things. Many times, already, He had watched her rise to the command of His voice and the siren song that brought her wet submissions before Him. For Linda... ..."linda"... ...the slave of Master Paul....needed only His voice to begin her flight into their realm, and they both knew it well.....VERY WELL. So well could He do this that she would NEVER AGAIN ever dare wear slacks or shorts in public with Him.....for to do so would be a supreme embarrassment to her, with an ever wet crotch and legs exposed to all who could see them and the results of HER MASTER'S VOICE upon her, every time He spoke to her. --