With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the moustached and
bearded big
guy at the back right end of the U-Shaped bar, Linda started her second
number……..a Beach Boys tune she loved. She whipped into action,
whirling
around the stage in her pale blue bikini top and pale blue bikini pants,
but
keeping her eyes glued to the mirror all along the back of the stage and
locked
on the sexy big guy. She never looked at him directly, but, instead
always
through the huge mirror. She noted, (and so did her body as it continued
to
become more sexually aroused and sexually stimulated), that he was
locked onto
her eyes and never took HIS eyes off them. She wriggled her ass at him; she shook her pert little breasts at him;
she,
literally, used every trick she’d learned since she left the farm in
Delaware to
get him to look at her BODY,……..but he never took his eyes off her
eyes, no
matter what she did. As the song came to a close she couldn’t help
comparing
this tall, large framed, bearded male to that huge, handsome hulk and
hunk of a
man, who had so “forcefully” and permanently entered her young life, in
that
strange basement room, in Parkersburg, that fateful and punishing night,
years
ago as she remained bound in leather straps, gagged and suspended
between
stainless steel body forming and shaping rods, on her knees with her
arms and
hands locked straight down toward the floor, her legs spread wide, with
the
rubbery, hot, now wet, vibrating, at first sexually satisfying, twin
male
“engines” buried deeply and thickly to the hilt in her hurting, but very
wet,
female sexual passage and up her stretched anal canal. Hilda…..MISTRESS HILDA!…. had left the room a L-O-N-G time ago and
the twin,
pseudo male organs were still running rampant, at their highest possible
setting, deep inside her protruding and sweat coated body, driving her
to one
ogasmic peak after another, all be it farther and farther apart, as her
sexual
recovery period got longer and longer and the pain wracking, post
orgasmic
contractions and spasms lasted longer and longer before subsiding to
allow her
to start her build up to yet another swelling, mind engulfing, orgasmic
orgy of
pleasure followed by yet another “round” of EXTREME pain. How many
times, she
tried to recall now, had she “come” in that position down there in that
steaming
hot, black vinyl walled room with the white vinyl floor mat, mirrored
ceiling
and gimbaled stainless steel “artful” rings firmly pinned into the
reflecting
ceiling above, into the padded white floor below and into each other,
with all
those dimly illuminated, rather vague looking, strange “tools of the
trade”
hanging on the far, ominous, black wall behind them? As her selected third tune started, Linda swayed sexily and wantonly
back and
forth, staring carefully and continuously into the mirror and, thus,
into those
kind but firm eyes that stared ever back at her, just as constantly,
almost
lovingly, but with a smiling and knowing quality about them and their
owner that
told Linda this was no “ordinary” male. No, this one knew her inside
out
without touching her, without saying a word to her! And he knew she was
somehow
“special”, (she could sense it), just as she knew the same about him!.
KNEW IT!
He had that masterful but gentle quality about him that, late that one
night in
Parkersburg in that basement room, had driven her wild with passion and
with the
mindless, unreasoned desire to please in any way that she possibly
could……….TO OBEY AND SUBMIT!….and to love, to lick and lave, to
suck and
devour, to be fondled, to be licked, to be sucked, and to be thoroughly
filled
and stuffed full of her MASTER as she had been driven to incredible
heights of
sexual satisfaction in ways she had never dreamed possible, as she was
carefully
put through one new “experience” after another, while begging and
moaning for
still more. As Linda locked the potent memories in her mind, reminding herself of
the
“stakes” involved, her eyes stayed locked to the gentle stranger’s eyes
as she
danced and swayed her wanton sexually wicked best, and her mind, once
again,
drifted backward in time and over all those many intervening years, to
the tepid
basement room in the whore’s club in Parkersburg to re-create and
embellish the
first time she’d ever met such a man………….A MASTER……….her
OWN very
special FIRST master! She recalled that she had just been coming down from an orgasmic peak
that
fateful night in that basement room in Parkersburg, shuddering in her
leather
straps and stainless steel “Iron Maiden” frame, when she first heard the
padded
but firm foot steps behind her on the soft, white, matted, floor. Her
head was
raised up, eyes staring ahead and locked in that position that had
forced her to
stare forward at the large, almost majestic, stainless steel, gimbaled
rings
that occupied the darkened center of the room, with all those
frightening
instruments of as yet unexperienced bondage and punishment that hung
dimly
suspended from the far black, vinyl wall beyond the rings. The wide
leather
strap that tightly stretched across her forehead and had locked her head
between
her framing stainless steel rod “captor”, the painful stainless steel
ring in
her mouth just behind her teeth that anchored her mouth in its opened
and
vulnerable, straight ahead position with it’s complimenting ball gag and
leather
strap pulled deeply and securely into the ring and her six inch wide
leather
neck strap that anchored her neck in its entirely immobile position and
had not
allowed her to turn her head even a fraction of an inch to see what was
causing
the sounds she had heard. She had tried to look upward into the mirrored
ceiling
but, all she been able to see was a downward view of the stainless steel
gimbaled rings in the center of the large room and a different downward,
dimmed
view of the masses of leather straps, whips, hoods and other objects she
had
seen very infrequently before in her young and budding twenty years,
even
considering that two of them had been as a paid prostitute in this very
place!
WELL PAID! Suddenly, a gentle set of fingers, belonging to the mysterious noise
maker,
touched the sweat covered, rounded curve of her buttocks and gently
moved back
and forth through the beaded rivers that had been pouring from her body
for what
seemed like an eternity. The fingers slowly glided over her straining
behind and
slid gentlely, carefully and purposefully along her hip and forward
across the
ten inch wide leather strap that held her shuddering abdominal muscles
rigidly
locked to her outlining “maiden’s frame” of stainless steel rods that
held her
rigidly in its firm confines until, finally the hand had reached the
base of her
sexually arroused and swollen, down thrust, tingling breast as its
muscles
spasmed in time with her post orgasmic tremors. The hand paused, and then slowly decended down the sweat covered outer
slope of
her then twenty year old, small but shapely breast, moving ever downward
and so
tantalizingly across the hanging small mound until in caressed the
rigid, now
tingling nipple in the center. The finger quickly withdrew, leaving
Linda with
only a phantom sensation of its former presence and then, suddenly, she
felt
finger tips brushing across her BOTH her hypersensitized nipples.
Gently;
Lovingly; with an ease and a touch that drove her wild with sexual
excitement
and longing; and even wilder with curiosity. This had to be another
woman. No
man could touch a woman like THAT! There wasn’t a male alive who could
do what
those fingers were doing, she had thought, as the fingers once more
withdrew. The mysterious fingers returned and settled gently into the back of her
neck
just above the encasing six inch neck strap and moved upward through her
now
sweat drenched hair to the the middle of the back of her head where the
ball
gag’s strap was firmly buckled in place. The fingers began to loosen the
strap
ever so slowly. As it loosened, and the large rubber ball with its
center
piercing, leather, restraining strap started to move out of her mouth
and out of
that very painful stainless steel ring that rested, relentlessly up
against the
roof and the bottom of her mouth just behind her wide open and very
useless as
well as completely “harmless” teeth. Linda took a deep breath through
her now
unplugged mouth, feeling and savoring the cool air flowing around the
retreating
ball and it’s soaking wet leather straps, as she listened and waited and
watched
to see who this mysterious, gentle stranger was. The ball gag was lifted away slowly as Linda detected it being laid
carefully on
the floor near her. As that sound retreated in her ears and died away,
she felt
something very soft coming forward over her forehead and down toward her
eyes.
As the obvious device lowered, cutting off her vision, she smelled
leather, NEW
LEATHER, and felt a soft sheepskin like texture begin to encase her eyes
and
blindfold her. “Oh, damn”, she had though, “I’ll never be able to see
who’s
doing this to me now.” The soft blindfold was tightly buckled behind her
head,
over her sweat matted hair, as the gentle hands and their even gentler
fingers
retreated yet one more time. As she strained to listen, Linda heard the
clear
and unmistakeable sound of a zipper being done or undone and the sound
of human
flesh rubbing against its leather encasement, followed by padding, bare
feet on
the white matted floor as they advanced around her right side and
stopped in
front of her uptilted, riggedly framed and very immobile head. A finger rimmed her wet wide spread lips and then slid inward to gently
caress
her languid, motionless and long unused tongue as it lay inside the
stainless
steel ring that kept he mouth propped open in what had to be a most
obscene and
inviting way. The advancing finger moved over her tongue, then back to
her lips,
then back to her tongue until, in utter frustration and frenzy, she
began to
lave the finger WITH her tongue and caress it back as it had caressed
her tongue
and her lips. This went on for a long, long time and as it did, the
vibrating,
long loving, twin male artificial “engines” in her behind kept up their
constant
rhythm and she started to build slowly toward yet another orgasmic peak.
As the
sensation grew in her lower belly and spread upward across her tightly
strapped
middle, a set of fingers began to gently enclose and tightly squeeze her
left
nipple, rolling it between them, firmly, but gently. The fingers moved
to her
right nipple where they repeated the motion and then retreated.
Suddenly, the
finger in her mouth slowly retreated and was gently replaced by an
unmistakeable
object of some considerable size. “My God”, she thought with a start,
“IT’S A
MAN!” The fingers that had been teasing and caressing her propped open,
obscenely,
spread, sexy lips, and the wet languid tongue within, suddenly touched
her left
breast and moved incessantly downward until they were teasing her left
nipple
just as the others resumed squeezing and teasing her right nipple. As
they
continued their gentle, squeezing and teasing of her rigid, sensitive,
multiple
orgasmic stimulated nipples, her lips felt the slow, steady advance of a
hot and
engorged rigid male organ as it’s head slip over her bottom lip and onto
her
tongue. As it had advanced and passed through the mouth bracing
stainless steel
ring, Linda recalled that she had quickly resumed her licking and laving
with
her tongue. Only, this time, she was not attending to a mere finger.
This time,
she was savoring, laving and licking the REAL THING. She rolled her
tongue
across the head of the slowly advancing male organ and slid it under the
rigid
edges of the obviously circumcised head and then slowly rolled her
tongue from
one side, down under the head and back up the other side as far as she
could,
and the started back around again. As the sexy, huge member very slowly advanced into her mouth, through
the ring
and over her flicking and caressing wet tongue she felt it relentlessly
moving
toward the back of her mouth and her throat. Gently, it began to
retreat from
her mouth, sliding back out through the ring. With the automatic
reaction of a
true “lady of the evening”, she curled her lips down around the
retreating shaft
as tightly as she could and rolled her tongue back and forth, from one
side to
the other of it and across it’s bottom as she began to suck on the now
tightly
lip enclosed forward part of this maddening huge male engine of love and
procreation. She sucked on it and laved it with her tongue until it once
again
began to advance toward her throat; and as it continued she began to
moan and
gurgle deep in her throat to give the possessor of this fleshy engine a
sign
that she wanted more of it deep in her mouth….No, not her
mouth…….deep in
her throat. She sucked him and teased him and licked him and moaned her
assent
as he slowly acknowledged her efforts by moving ever further inward and
toward
the back of her throat. All the while, her suspended nipples were being
played
with, rolled and squeezingly and tightly caressed with a twin set of
gentle
talented fingers and the incessant twin vibrators were stirring her twin
lower
canals to yet another bounding, screaming orgasm. As these five engines
of
passion drove her higher and higher, she moaned louder and louder,
emitting
gurgling sounds deep within her throat, inviting him ever onward and
into it’s
warm depths and “grasp”. As the turgid and rigid head of his advancing shaft slide over her
laving tongue
and touched the roof of her mouth at the entrance to her throat, she
took a deep
breath, closed her airway and moaned louder as her tongue urged him
forward as
her throat began to open to receive him. The smell of his arroused male
scent
had been strong in her nostrils as that deep breath had flowed inward to
her
lungs. The head slid into her throat and began its journey into a land only a
“lady” of
Linda’s “profession” had total knowlesge of and could skillfully,
totally and
unerringly provide. A land of contracting throat muscles that normally
would be
used for quite another and less savory operation, induced, usually, by a
finger
in a bath room. Linda ovaled her mouth still further and tightened her
lips on
the middle of the long thick shaft as her throat received the head and
began
automatically to contract and convulse around it. The shaft advanced
further and
further into her mouth and down her now rhythmicly contracting throat
until she
could feel the tickle of male pubic hair on her nose and against her
super
sensitized nostrils. As the distinctly arroused scent of the male owner of this huge,
invading and
pulsating organ wafted upward into her airless nostrils, her body took
over
completely and began milking the shaft with tongue, lips and throat
muscles in a
series of microsecond spaced contractions and complimenting attentions
that
brought a train of flesh encased male sperm across Linda’s sensitive and
trained
tongue. As the hot fluid streaked over her tongue and approached the
head, Linda
tightened her lips rigidly around the base of the shaft and bore down on
the
throat encased head with all her restrained might, griping him tightly
and
milking him with rippling muscles. The hot stream gushed out into the
contracting throat then down toward her inner belly as she moaned ever
louder
and began the tell tale signs of yet another crashing and mind bending
orgasm.
As the sperm flowed into her swallowing and contracting throat, the
incessant
fingers tighted down on her nipples with exceptional male strength and
squeezed
them and rolled them until they were almost flattened. The blinding pain in her nipples streaked downward across her sperm
filled belly
and met the freight train of a monstrous and quaking sexual orgasm
streaking
upwards from her vibrator penatrated anal canal and stuffed and
tightening
sexual passage, and screamed forward out of her now super-sensitized
female
folds’ upper reaches and its now thoroughly stimulated and arroused
small
releaser of female orgasms to contract muscles and tendons through the
length
and breadth of her body. As the two trains, one of pain and one of
pleasure, met
in the reaches of her contracting belly muscles, her throat and tongue
and lips
went wild with motion and attention to the now gushing male organ lodged
deep in
her contracting throat and wet hot mouth with its laving tongue and
ovaling,
contracting lips and cheeks. Linda’s moaning became the love song of a
sexually
satisfied female in the throes of providing the ULTIMATE male
pleasure…….the
deep throated ministrations of the male organ…. not a mere “blow job”
but the
talented female mouth’s SUPREME attention to the male organ and the ego
of the
male mind. And then, as quickly as it had occured, it was over and the turgid,
still rigid,
huge male member was withdrawn from her throat and the head was sliding
across
her tongue toward the portal of her ovaled lips back through the bracing
stainless steel ring to exit the safe harbor of whore Linda’s talented
mouth and
throat. As it withdrew Linda exhaled and drew in another pungent gulp of
male
scented air and tended to laving the last vestiges of sperm from its
rounded
head, until it popped out of her mouth with a sound similar to a
champaign cork
leaving a bottle of vintage Rothschild’s. Only then, did the crushing, yet somehow gentle, fingers release Linda’s
flattened nipples. As they did, the pain screamed back for brief instant
and
then slowly radiated outward and retreated across the expanse of her
hanging,
sweat drenched breasts. The vibrators droned on and on and the pain
settled into
her body from head to foot, from the tips of her glove encased stretched
fingers
to her leather encased stretched toes. She listened, trying to hear the male owner of the huge invading cock
she had
serviced so well, but all she could hear was the panting of her breath,
the
incessant flesh muffled humm of her twin lower canal invaders and the
pounding
of her racing heart. “Linda, you stupid Bitch!” “The songs over!” “You goin’ to dance all
night with
no music, you dumb cunt?” It was B.J.! My god, I’ve danced clear through my song, Linda realized.
With a
start, she realized she was staring into the mirror on the back of the
platform
at the face of the handsome, bearded stranger at the end of the U-Shaped
Bar.
His pale blue eyes were locked on hers and as they smiled with a
frightening
firmness, the very tip of his tongue rolling around his now ovaled
mouth. Since
he was facing the mirror, no one else saw what he was doing, but Linda
did………LINDA SAW IT AND BOLTED FROM THE PLATFORM, DOWN THE STEPS
AND INTO
THE BACK ROOM, SLAMMING AND LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE SANK INTO
THE
CHAIR IN FRONT OF DANCERS DRESSING TABLE AND MIRROR. She looked down at her pale blue bikini pants and saw a growing wet spot
turning
the center of the crotch darker and darker and darker. She ignored that
and
leaned back and let her mind drift off and back to a younger, panting,
hurting,
Linda in a Parkersburg whores den basement. Then, as now, her panting
breath and
pounding heart, subsided slowly until all was calm except the slow
steady humm
of the twin vibrators. She listened for a telltale sound of her obviously satisfied male
invader and
heard none. Then, above the vibrators and her pounding but slowing heart
and
subsiding panting breath, she heard the sound of leather on leather; the
telltale sound of two legs rubbing together in leather pants. In fact,
she
thought she heard several sets of these sounds, simultaneously. Without any other sounds or any words and without warning, she felt her
knees
and lower legs leave the floor and the motion of her body upward and
forward
toward the center of the room. She could feel a gentle swaying in her
downward
pointed breasts and nipples and then she heard a “click” and her left
leg
straightened out at the hip and at the knee and pointed straight back
from her
body and then rotated until it was pointed backward and outward toward
the left
at an angle of forty-five degrees to the axis of her body. Then a
“Snap”. The
right leg repeated the motion, beginning with the tell tale Clicks and
ending
with the maddening Snaps. Another “Click” and then her bent back head and neck were rotated
forward until
the top of her head was once again pointed along the axis of her body
and
forward and another “Snap”. And then, yet another set of Clicks and her
arms
swung forward and upward until they too pointed along the axis of her
body,
above (out in front of?) her head and then were rotated outward to
either side
to an angle of forty-five degrees, each, to her body’s axis. And two
more
“Snaps”. There, encased in her outlining stainless steel “Iron Maiden’s Frame”
and a host
of leather straps that bound her immobil into it, Linda found herself
moving
forward in a splayed out, spreadeagled position, face down with a set of
humming
vibrators up her over worked ass and cunt with the sound of leather
against
leather coming from the vicinity of tips of her fingers and toes. And then, she felt the steel rods around her hands and fingers and to
which her
gloved/mittened fingers were extended toward and strapped to, bump
something
equally metalic and the forward motion stopped. A flurry of “Clicks”
followed by
“Snaps” ensued along with the sound of leather on leather moving along
both
sides of her body some short distance away. And then the Clicks and
Snaps ceased
and the leather on leather sounds retreated and a heavy metal door
clicked shut
and there were sounds of it locking. Suspended in midair, facing downward, the sweat dripping from her over
worked,
pained and tired body, she listened attentively for a sound……….ANY
SOUND………BUT HEARD NONE! Only her breathing, the pounding of her
heart and
the low, incessant hum of her two long lodged, bodily invaders. Nothing
else. Suddenly, a gentle finger settled on her soft under belly, and another.
They
slowly slid through the sweat coated skin below the 10 inch wide belt
that
anchored her belly to the “Maiden’s Frame” and into her brown, sweat
covered
pubic hair and ever downward through it to the upper cleft of her female
folds
that covered her sex. The fingers paused over the now very sore center
of her
womanly passions and desires to tease it and roll it between them, ever
so
gently and slowly and carefully widen her slack sexual “lips” as they
continued
onward until they grasp the end of the vaginal invader, still humming
away, and
with a sudden motion and a slurping “pop” the infernal buzzing imitation
male
engine was out of her love canal and buzzing in clear air. Then it
stopped. The fingers returned, this time at the base of her upward pointed sweat
coated
back. They marched through the field of sweat to the crack of her behind
and
spread the cheeks of her buttocks ever wider as they progressed toward
her anus
where they stopped at the anal invader, humming away in her inards. As
before,
there was a sudden motion, followed by a much less slurping but still
wet
sounding “pop” and the rear imitation male invader was heard in clear
air and
then ceased it buzzing noise. The fingers returned to her under belly and with them the obviously
large hands
of their owner. They reached under her from behind and between her wide
spread
legs and began to rub and massage her lower belly below the wide
restraining
belt, where her muscles hurt so badly. They kneeded and massaged and
advanced
slowly down into her pubic hair and then turned sideways and began to
massage
her inner thighs at the juncture of her sex, working ever away and back
toward
the knees. As she hung there in midair, Linda thought about that big hand balling
into a
fist and the other hand spreading her wide open as the fist moved ever
forward
into her wet, well used, abused and stretched vaginal passage until the
rigid,
balled hand was rammed tightly and thoroughly up inside her stretched
passage
beyond the wrist and the hand was uncurling to allow the fingers to
caress the
nouth of her smooth cervix and massage the walls of her insides. But the
hands
retreated and the silence returned once again. Now ALL she could hear
was her
heart pounding and her breath whistling through the stainless steel iron
ring in
her mouth and past her lips. Then, after a long wait, the fingers returned, this time to place the
ball gag
into the stainless steel ring inside her mouth, and then buckle it
tightly
behind her sweat soaked head, over her matted hair. When she had felt it
approaching her mouth, she had ovaled her lips and tried to wrap them
around the
edges of the ball, but the straps drew the corners of her mouth back and
prevented that entirely. The fingers moved upward on the back of her
head
which, like her back, faced upward toward the ceiling, not backward, and
they
found the buckle of her blindfold. Tenderly they unbuckled the leather
blindfold
and lowered it from her eyes. She looked downward and saw the white mat
and the
bottom arc of one of the stainless steel rings in her field of vision.
To the
right side she could see a pair of large, obviously male, bare feet,
with
leather pant legs extending up from them. She could see nothing else. The huge stainless steel “mounting ring” had shuddered as its attached,
totally
suspended and totally encased sweating, twenty year old female’s body
reacted to
what its mind finally registered and began to protest. LINDA WAS MOUNTED, SPLAYED OUT AND SPREADEAGLED, FACE DOWNWARD, ON THE
MAJESTIC
AND OMINOUSLY BEAUTIFUL “RINGS”……….WITH HER SWEATING SPREAD SEX
TOTALLY
EXPOSED AND OPEN………..THEY HAD BECOME HER ” MOUNTING RINGS”!!! As Linda leaned back in the dressing table chair, panting and her heart
pounding, she propped her feet up on the table and closed her eyes to
savor the
memory of her shock and surprise in that fateful basement room in the
Parkersburg whores den that night (or was it now DAY?). Linda, sitting in the dressing room in a Go-Go bar, contemplated with
anticipation, the memory of what she had next experienced in that long,
long ago
and far away time.