Archive-name: Slaves/lind107.txt
Archive-author: Master Paul
Archive-title: The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life


          ........AND A FEMALE SUBMISSIVE WAS CREATED!

                        Part 1 - Chapter 7

Through conscious, hyper-sensitized eyes, with a suspended
helpless, now truly female submissive body.......AND MIND.........
subservient 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
carressing and pulling and sucking and turning her insides to
shivering molten fire...............as Linda rose on the wings of
an angel of orgasmic pain become pure pleasure................

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

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 retreated 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 color 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 contracted 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!!!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

And Linda climbed higher and higher up the stairsteps 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 contorsions.........................

The nipples swelled and expanded outward as the contracting and
expanding widely spread sexhole 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 perview
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 hypersenitized
body, she beckoned him back to her.....................and also with
screaming verbal entreaties that filled the stiffling hot room as
the MASTER step out of her "passion pit" and walked to the the far wall,
retrieving a large tripod and a 'saddlelike' 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 corners.....................................

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
UNDERBELLY 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 orfices with every
talented muscle she had or ever hoped to have....................

"SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO 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"
occurred 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 tighted 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 pleasureable, 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
ballooned outward and her once short nipple grew longer and longer....
....followed by waves of pleasure and sexual desire flooding her mind from her
her squeezed and stretched breast's millions of stimulated nerve endings.

Quickly, the left breast and nipple were similarly attended to and and
captured, stretched and squeeezed until her MASTER was satisfied
that they were entirely correct.............................

And Linda moaned down to him................."OH THANK YOU, MY
MASTER, OH THANK YYYYYYYOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU..............IT FEELS SO
GGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD!....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 partway 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
PROMISE 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 "MASTER" 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 raising her
restraining saddle and its two hole stuffing male engines, 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 adjusted 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 orfices 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 vibrating
small rubber suction device that siezed and devoured the small, reddened and
VERY sensitive button at the top of her soaked and thoroughly plowed sexual
"V".........and Linda went absolutely crazy with supplications,
thank you's and moaning, screaming, 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' plyed 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, DAMNIT, 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 upside
down. 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",
spread eagled, 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 systematically 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
removed 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 SATISFACTION she desires....
.........nay,.....requires!

Such creatures, like the lovely Linda, do, indeed, exist. They are complex
and driven.............and they can literally tear an inexperienced 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 rath 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 "MASTER")

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 understood 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
carefully chosen songs reached all the intentionally chosen
"passages" 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
carressing 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?.......
...........MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR???"

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, horse, 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
composure, 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 slow 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 anything 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 repoed 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 possessed
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 suprise, he just shrugged and said, "suit yourself. 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 yesterday
morning...........and......ah........I don't know how a can thank
you................." and her voice drift off uncomfortably.

A low, firm vice 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
hurriedly 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 panty hose 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, downtown. 

                End of Part I - Chapter 7
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