The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life
LINDA MEETS THE HANDSOME "MASTER OF THE 'RINGS'"
Part 1 Chapter 3
Suspended from her "Maiden's Frame" of Stainless Steel in a host
of tight leather straps, Linda had observed that the white, vinyl
matted floor looked to be about four or five feet below her,
though that observation didn't really matter much since she was
helplessly suspended, face down with that pair of bare male feet
and leather encased legs off to her right, toes pointing toward
her, and there was NOTHING she could do about it but LOOK. The
ball gag was back in her mouth, seated in her obscenely propped
open mouth (damn that ring had hurt her mouth!), and she was
again speechless as well as immobile.
Suddenly, the bare feet and legs moved and she heard another one
of those "Clicks". She could feel her head begin to lower toward
the floor and her feet rise toward the ceiling as her immobilized
body began to rotate about her middle. The floor and it's gleaming,
white, vinyl mat came ever closer to her head as her "mounting ring"
rotated in a wide, downward circle and her sweat drenched hair started
to hang downward over the straps that bound the stainless steel ring
and the ball tightly and painfully into her mouth. She focused
her eyes on the stainless steel arc of the outside ring that passed at
90 degrees to her body, below her and, soon, the intersecting
ring was out of her field of view as her head passed above it.
Her body paused as the rotating motion ceased for a while. Linda
gazed outward across the black vinyl walled room with its white
vinyl matted floor and, for the first time, saw a large door at
the far end of the room, also vinyl covered and now closed tight,
sealing her and her sexual tormentor in the room alone, all by
themselves, or so she had presumed.
In her upside down position she could see a portion of the
mirrored ceiling at the far end of the room and not much else.
The room, in that direction was plain and very blank. Hanging
there in the tight, all encasing stainless steel frame, her
legs splayed out and spreadeagled toward the mirrored ceiling
near which her stretched and pointed leather encased feet pointed
their equally stretched , tightly tensioned pointed toes, Linda strained
to look upwards from just above white floor along the sweating, smooth
plane of her suspended, naked body, through heaving, sweat
covered breasts. Her arms, equally spreadeagled and splayed out,
pointed their extended and leather entrapped fingers toward the
white expanse of the soft looking vinyl matted floor. The huge
steel rings were nowhere in sight, nor was her sexy attendant
whom she had yet to behold in full. She remembered that she had
been confused and fearful as the familiar objects she had seen
previously were no where to be found in her field of vision.
The blood rushed to her head and she could feel her face becoming
flush as it drained downward from her legs and lower body (which
were upward, now) into her downward pointed head, arms and upper body.
As the terror mounted and her strained mind raced, (thinking about
being suspended this way indefinitely), her body began to slowly
rotate once more, arcing around in the same direction. As her
obscenely spread legs began to rotate downward back behind her
and her outstretched arms began to rise, more and more of the
mirrored ceiling came into view, and with it an ever increasing
panorama of the total room and it's contents as revealed by the
ever present and growing mirror above her. As her face rose in that
steady arcing motion, she glimpsed her first view of her upper
body in the mirrored ceiling and promptly inhaled a huge quantity
of air through her flared nostrils. The bizzare sight stunned her
into a numbing realization of her total predicament.
She was indeed spreadeagled obscenely, and in a stainless steel
frame that outlined her body with wide straps binding her tightly
to it. The frame, in turn, was connected to one of the huge gimbaled
rings by stainless steel chains that passed through D-Rings
welded to the edge of the frame and extended outward from the
frame and her body to the circumference of the ring where they
were attached to D-Rings welded to her "mounting ring" at regular
intervals. Her spreadeagled body was, indeed, the focal point of a series
of radial chains except that there were none between her spread arms
and their pointed fingers. As her body slowly rotated to a
horizontal, face up, position, she noted that there also were no
gleaming chains between the ninety degree spread of her legs,
thus, leaving her obscenely displayed sex, open and vulnerable in
the apex of her widely splayed legs. OBSCENE, she had though.
Sexually degrading and totally obscene! As she slowly exhaled and gazed
with continued amazement at her outstretched, strapped and encircled body
in its present helpless horizontally face up position, she got her first
glimpse of the owner of the sexually teasing and strong fingers that
had put her through her paces earlier; AND...the owner of that now "well
serviced" male member that had so recently enjoyed the deepest
reaches of her very talented mouth to its fullest.
He was standing outside the ring between her hugely spread legs,
his hands resting on the gleaming "mounting ring" that held her spread
horizontally looking face up......staring resolutely back at her in the
overhead mirrored ceiling. His pale blue eyes met Linda's eyes for the
first time and he smiled. From what she could see in the mirrored
ceiling, he was partially bald with sandy, light brown hair, a
full but neatly trimmed beard with the broadest shoulders and
biggest chest she had seen on a man in a long long time. He had
on a pair of tight, full length leather pants, otherwise he was
naked and extremely well tanned.
Her "Mounting Ring" was at a level even with his smooth, almost
hairless chest, just about in front of his nipples. In his right
hand, resting up on her "Ring" was a black box of some sort.
She saw him press the box with his finger and instantly there was
one of those "Clicks" and her body and the "Mounting Ring"
started to rotate horizontally in a counter clockwise direction.
As she and the ring slowly rotated she got yet another quick glance
at the dimly lit black wall behind her bare chested, sexy tormentor;
that equipment ladden wall with all the bondage and punishment
equipment shelved and hanging on it..........and then it had
rotated out of her field of view.
She kept her eyes locked on his in the mirrored ceiling as she
slowly swung around in a half circle, until finally, the top of her
head was pointed directly at him and he was between her ninety degree
outstretched arms, although still outside her "Mounting Ring". She
heard a "Snap", saw his finger move up off the black box and felt
her motion cease. He took his eyes off hers and ducked under the
ring between her arms and gazed down into her eyes directly. "God
he's handsome", she remembered having thought as she gazed up
into his pale blue eyes. His eyes sparkled and seemed to smile
down at her. He raised his empty left hand and brushed his finger
tips gently across her leather restrained forehead and back up into her
sweat matted and coated hair. Then he lifted his hand forward and ran
a finger from the tip of her nose along it's length up between her eyes
and across her forehead into her hair and then lifted it off her
head and let his arm drop to his side.
He ducked back under the "mounting ring" and walked to the dimly lit,
ominous, equipment wall which was almost out of her view. She heard
something rattling and, soon, he returned with a wheeled cart with drawers
in it and some bottles on top of it. Some of the bottles had what
looked like those hospital straws in them.....the ones that bent
in the middle as they came up out of the bottles. He reached
under her head and unfastened her ball gag strap, then slowly
lifted the gag up out of her mouth. Then he reached over toward
the side of her face and undid the strap that held that painful,
ever hurting stainless steel ring behind her teeth, resting against
the roof and bottom of her mouth and propping it obscenely open.
As the strap loosened, he lifted it upward. She cooperated by
opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could. In the mirror,
she saw the strap and ring arrangement begin to rise out of her
mouth. When it was gone, she closed her mouth, for the first time
in hours and hours, and sighed a great sigh of relief. She looked
up into the mirror and saw he was smiling back at her. She
started to open her mouth to speak, but he frowned and put his
finger vertically upright in front of the center of his lips. She
heard no sound, but understood the gesture for "be quiet".
As she watched him in the mirrored ceiling, he reached down and
took one of the strawed bottles off the cart top and raised it up
along side her face. He pointed the straw down toward her mouth
and she took it between her lips and sucked on it. Cool fluid
flowed into her mouth and toward her throat. She swallowed and
sucked more liquid up through the straw, back down through it's
bent elbow, through her pursed, sucking lips, into her mouth and
then down her thirsty throat into her belly. She stared directly
into his eyes the whole time and he stared back, smiling.
Finally, she heard a gurgling sound coming from the bottle and
the fluid ran out. He removed the straw from her lips, returned
the bottle to the cart top and picked up another one, repeating
the previous process.
After four bottles had been exhausted, he ceased feeding her in
this strange way. Each of the four bottles of liquid she had
consumed had a different taste. Two of them tasted like gatoraide.
The other two tasted somewhat like a milkshake. She was about to
thank him when the ball gag suddenly appeared in his hand in
front of her face and he pressed it firmly into her mouth and
buckled the straps tightly behind her head. He stepped back and,
simultaneously, she heard another "Click". Slowly her feet and toes
descended and her head rose as it moved upward and forward; upward
toward the other stainless steel ring which arced majestically over-
head, a pin eminating from it's outer edge up into the mirriored ceiling.
As her head approached the ring she lost sight of it, but not
before she realized that is was at least two inches thick and
round in crossection. "Pretty sturdy", she had thought. "I wonder
why so big and thick?" (Later, Linda would find an answer to her
silent question......an answer she would never forget and the recollection
of which would do strange, sexually gratifying things to her submissive
body as it struck terror into her very soul in the years to come).
There was a "Snap" and she stopped moving, stretched, NOW, from
floor to ceiling, upright and grossly spreadeagled as her leather
encased finger tips stretched toward the ceiling and her
outspread legs and their leather encased toes pointed toward the floor.
As she had been rising, her handsome, blue eyed, bearded and
silent tormentor had appeared in front and slightly below her
eyes. She could once again see the black vinyl covered door and
its receiving wall which was behind the handsome stranger who was
now facing her. He bent over at the waist and then stood up and
stepped backward. As he moved farther back she saw that he was
dragging a half circle portion of the mat. He dropped it and
returned, repeating the previous maneuver and dragging another
half circle of white mat back and dropping it. As he walked back
toward her, he angled off to her right.
Linda heard a noise over her head, but with her head anchored in
the frame in an upright position perhaps two or three feet below
the ceiling, she was unable to see where the noise originated.
He came back into her field of view and stood placidly in front
of her gazing slightly upward into her eyes. He smiled, reached
forward toward her with his right hand and inserted his fingers
in the crack of her sex and spread her wide open. He looked back
up into her eyes from but couple of feet away and smiled at her.
She understood. Embarrassed she tightened her bladder muscles and a
golden stream began to flow profusely until, about a minute or two later,
she was empty and it died to a dribble. He released her spread
nether lips, turned his palm up and patted them gently, stepped back,
then moved off again toward her right. She heard a squeeking noise
and, suddenly, a fine spray of warm water descended from the
ceiling above her head and upward from the floor below, totally
engulfing her in it's cooling mist.. He returned and stood in front
of her as the water misted downward and shot upward to bathe and
cleanse her bound, strapped. rigged body. The water grew warmer
until it was soothingly hot as it struck her body and the ran
down in rivers toward the floor. He walked back off to her right
and returned with a small hose and nozzle in his hand. He aimed
the nozzle at her and squeezed the handle. The stream of water
that resulted hit her between her outward thrust bare breasts,
stinging a little, but not greatly.
Her bearded, handsome "attendant" played the stream downward
until it was striking her lower belly just above her pubic hair
and then he lowered it and let it massage her sex as he played it
up and down her crotch, kneeling down to assure that he got up
under it with the tingling, pleasant stream. He arced the stream
down her left thigh and then back up across her hair covered
crotch and sex and down the right thigh. He repeated the process
a half dozen times and then stood up and raised the stream up
across her under belly, across her ten inch wide belly restraint,
to the middle of her chest and then swung the stream outward
toward her right nipple where he gently circled the stream for a
minute and then moved across her chest to the left breast and
nipple and repeated the process. Through all this, the mist
flowed from the ceiling down over Linda and the streams rose from
the floor to strike her legs and body. The hot, soothing "bath"
went on for about ten minutes until he shut of the noozle, walked
over to her right and the squeeking sound was heard once again
and the water ceased and the noise above her head repeated itself.
Linda, could not see herself in the mirrored ceiling in her
spreadeagled vertically upright position, but she had imagined
that she glistened with beads of warm water, all over her firmly
bound body.
She heard one "click" and then another one and her head began to
lower and her feet began to rise as she rotated clockwise at the
same time. When the twin "Snaps" final sounded the ceasation of
her downward and sideways rotating motions she was again
horizontal, face up, but cross ways with the long axis of the room
instead of lengthways. The wall with all the very dimly lit bondage and
punishment gear was to her right and the door to her left.
She looked up and could see her bearded "friend" standing by the
cart smiling back at her in the mirrored ceiling. He wheeled the
cart over toward her head on the right and then opened a drawer
and began to remove objects from it and lay them on the top of the
cart. He picked up what looked like a pair of forceps and a long
thin needle-like shaft, ducked under the her "mounting ring", and
suddenly his face appeared above and behind her head and he
looked down at her and smiled.
His large hands and arms reached up along both sides of her head to hover
above her left breast, where his nimble fingers placed the tips of the open
forceps down over her left nipple and then closed them tight over it from
above. A blinding burst of pain hit Linda as her eyes beheld, in the over
head mirrored ceiling, her left nipple crushed between the jaws of the
closed forceps. In his right hand appeared an ominous long, hollow and
pointed needle. He aligned the needle so that it was pointed at
her left nipple and the forceps from the direction of her right
breast and began to press it through an opening in the head of
the tightly clamped forceps.
LINDA WENT WILD WITH MOANING, GURGLING PROTESTS AND RUBBER BALL
STIFFLED SCREAMS AS THE NEEDLE ADVANCED THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE
FORCEPS, THROUGH HER LEFT NIPPLE AND OUT THROUGH A HOLE IN THE
TIP OF THE FORCEPS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF HER CLAMPED NIPPLE AND
CONTINUED UNTIL IT WAS STICKING OUT OF HER NIPPLE AND THE FORCEPS
ABOUT TWO INCHES TOWARD HER LEFT, WITH THE REMAINING TWO INCHES
STICKING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE.
As she regained her composure and the pain subsided slightly, she
stared in disbelief and fascination at her needle punctured
nipple. A little drop of blood had appeared on either side where
the needle entered and exited her nipple at the tip or head of the forceps.
She had heard of "nipple piercing", but never in a million years
would she EVER have believed that she'd EVER see her nipple pierced as
it now, quite obviously, was. Nor would she have EVER consented to such
idiocy and destruction of her fine, twenty year old figure. She
attempted every motion and sound she was capable of to register
her displeasure and disapproval to this sandy haired, bearded,
broad shouldered, tanned SAVAGE who had just ruined her for life!
But he paid no attention to her and, instead, withdrew the needle
and inserted a stainless steel pin or shaft where the needle had
been, released it, and screwed a tiny little ball on the now
leftward protruding, bare threaded end of the shaft and took his
fingers off the shaft entirely when the little ball was firmly
screwed onto it. He released the forceps, opened the jaws so they
were beyond the ends of tiny "barbelled" shaft through her left nipple
and withdrew them upward toward the ceiling in one continuous motion.
Linda remembered having stared up into the ceiling and back down
at her pain engulfed left breast and the deeply reddened, tortured
nipple with the steel mini-barbell stuck through it right to left
across her and over her left breast. It wasn't very big, that mini-barbell,
but it surely WAS.................THERE!
As she contemplated the new ornament in her left nipple, with an
ever increasing, sickening feeling in the pit of her strapped stomach,
the hands and arms returned around the sides of her face and the same
forceps once again descended over her right nipple and clamped
down tight. She went crazy with moans, gurgles, rubber muffled
protests and restrained "almost" motions as the forcep tips
closed and clamped and the long thin needle approached her RIGHT NIPPLE.
She was screaming and protesting to high heaven, still, when the
needle passed through her trapped and now skewered right nipple
and reappeared, heading toward her left breast and the room went
dark and everything went black.
When she came to, Linda remembered that she was in a head up,
feet down, vertical, position and it was quiet and very very dim
in the room, almost dark, but not quite.
SHE AWAKENED WITH A START!.........THE STRAPS THAT HAD HELD HER
RIDGEDLY INTO THE "MAIDENS FRAME" WERE.....GONE! THE DAMNEDABLE
STAINLESS STEEL RING AND THE BALL GAG WERE BACK IN HER MOUTH,
BOTH PROPPING IT WIDE OPEN AND PLUGGING IT TIGHT AT THE SAME TIME.
She attempted to move her head and found she could roll it around
and that it was free to move in any direction she cared to move it.
She lower her chin to her chest and looked downward. There,
through each nipple, were those skewering "barbells" out on the
ends of her pert, small twenty year old breasts. Had she not looked, she
thought, she probabaly would not have felt them there, except for
a very dull ache in each breast. She also sensed the same sort of
"ache" between her legs in her crotch but she could not see down
there at all and the mirrored ceiling was no help at all in that regard,
especially with it so dim, almost dark, in the room. She rolled
her head backward and looked upward at the ceiling and was
startled to see her face looking back at her from the mirrored
ceiling between her widely out-stretched arms, which were in the
same position, but unrestrained except for her gloved/mittened
hands which now were wrapped around stainless steel "trapeze
rings" and buckled closed over the "trapeze rings" to her palms.
The "trapeze rings" were, in turn attached to her two inch thick
outer "mounting ring" and several of it's spaced D-Rings by
clamps or clips of some kind. As she stared upward, she realized
that all the straps were gone and so was the "maiden's frame" and
she was suspended simply but effectively by her gloved/mittened
hands. She pulled upward on her right leg as she stared at
herself and found that her feet were still encased in leather,
toes pointed and bound outspread as before to the "mounting ring"
or so she surmised.
As she gazed upwards into the mirrored ceiling she suddenly
realized that there was a new, small, stainless steel ring in each ear,
high up in the cartilidge of each ear and.........,OH MY
GOD!.....A SLIGHTLY LARGER STAINLESS STEEL RING IN HER NOSE LIKE
SOME SOUTH PACIFIC SAVAGE! The shock of her realization and the
effect on her mind instantly caused tears to roll down her cheeks
and deep sobs to heave her body and her now pierced breasts. As she
continued to stare upwards in utter disbelief, she saw that her
hair had been combed out and up into a ponytail on top of her head and
was thrust through a wide, tight leather band and braided over and around a
stainless steel loop or ring just above the leather band so that
the top of her head was "crowned" by a leather-ring-hair affair
that now was as much a part of her head as her own hair and just
as attached by virtue of the fact that her hair was bound into it
and around it in an almost permanent, tight fashion. So tight, in
fact, that she could feel the pull of her hair upward by the
leather strap and ring and it raised her forehead and eyebrows in
the process.
As she gazed upwards in increasing shock and dismay, her body
broke out in a running sweat. She was now like a spreadeagled
"sex-freak" in some sex orgy show she had once heard about but
totally disbelieved as pure fantasy. THIS WAS NO FANTASY. She
could see and feel it, exceedingly well. TOO WELL! IT WAS LINDA...
......AND......LINDA WAS........"IT"!!!
As the awful realization of her altered state sunk in, the
damnedable "Click" sounded and she rotated backward, head going
down and feet coming up. As the inner ring rotated she looked up
into the dim ceiling and observed herself thoroughly spreadeagled,
naked except for her restrained and stretched hands and feet, rings
in her nose, her ears, her nipples, and......OH MY GOD,.........RINGS
IN HER PUSSY LIPS.....FOUR OF THEM.....TWO ON EITHER SIDE OF HER SEX...
......STAINLESS STEEL RINGS!!!
Her stainless steel mounting ring rotated her head backward to a
horizontal postion and then continued to rotate until her head
was hanging straight down, her face toward the door end of the
room, she thought back and recalled, and then it continued to rotate
until she was once again horizontal, but face down, looking at the floor,
which now had no mat and was, in fact a terrazo, shower-stall
affair with a six inch curb around it to keep the water in, she
had supposed.
Her arms and legs tensioned and tractioned as the ring rotated
around in a circle so that her body weight was at first carried
by her arms and then by her arms and her legs as she was
horizontal and then by her legs alone. And the ring kept slowly
rotating and her head rose, once again toward the ceiling. The
rotation continued for a long long time, she recalled, and she
alternated from rightside up to upsidedown a number of times,
each time taking in more details of both her position and her
now pierced body.
As she approached an upright, head up, position after that long
series of "passes" around, she heard the ominous sound of the
door opening behind her and a series of leather on leather
swishes that could only mean leather encased legs walking
.....TOWARD HER. When her head reached a straight up
position there was a "Snap" and her "mounting ring" stopped.
As she listened to the swishing sounds behind her, the lights in
the room got brighter and brighter........NO, NOT ALL OF THEM,....
..........JUST THE ONES SHINING ON THE WALL IN FRONT OF HER!!!
As she saw that black vinyl wall really clearly for the first
time, she inhaled sharply, her pierced nipples shuddered, her
heart began to pound like it was going to come out of her chest
and she threw her head back and forth with a frenzy over what she
beheld.
There, on what she had supposed was a storage place for straps,
gags, belts and other bondage bondage and punishment gear were
some of the wildest things she had ever beheld in her life. Whips
of all shapes and lengths and sizes.....single stranded and multiple;
Gags and hoods of every imaginable shape and form; Leather and
rubber body suits; Funny looking round rings with legs rising out
of the rings to an apex perhaps six to eight inches above them and a
thread steel shaft sticking back down through the apex toward the
center of the ring with a handle on the shaft above the apex and a
ring welded to the shaft below the apex, but above the ring's center.
She turned her head from side to side taking in the black vinyl
covered wall's contents carefully. There were paddles.....many of
them; some small, some large and some studded with wicked looking
steel studs. There were rods and canes....many of them. And
buckled straps buy the scores...NO HUNDREDS!
And.......THERE WERE DILDOS.....ARTIFICIAL MALE COCKS....SOME SO
HUGE SHE HAD TO LOOK TWICE AND FOCUS CAREFULLY TO BE SURE SHE WAS
SEEING WHAT SHE WAS SEEING.
SOME OF THEM LOOKED TO BE THREE OR FOUR INCHES IN DIAMETER AND A FOOT AND
A HALF OR TWO FOOT LONG!..........AND SOME OF THEM HAD THREAD STEEL SHAFTS
STICKING OUT WHERE THEY NORMALLY WOULD BE ATTACHED TO THE MALE BODY!!!
MANY OF THEM HAD MEAN LOOKING KNOBS ALONG THEIR FLESH TONED LENGTHS!
And over in one corner of the wall were a whole series of nipple
clamps, breast bands and lead or steel weights hanging ominously
from their hooks. She'd seen these things in catalogs and laughed
about it....THEN! Now she stared at them in almost disbelief and a
huge shudder rippled through her body.
Looking down at the floor in front of the wall she saw tripod
devices galore with cranks on them to raise and lower their
shafts rising up through their centers to a top or receiving head
that was always pierced with a threaded hole to receive a
threaded shaft. Her head turned toward the huge male cocks and
then back toward the tripods, back and forth several times, and
as she put the two devices together in her mind she began to buck
and twist in her bonds inside the mounting ring and scream into
her rubber ball gag and receiving steel ring with utter terror as
she pictured the huge rubber cocks being mounted on the tripods
and screwed up into her cunt and her ass......deep into them
until they had disappeared inside her, spreading her and ripping
into her as they sunk deeper and deeper and deeper into her most
private parts to invade her expanded inards.
"HI, BITCH!!! "HOW DO YOU LIKE MY "SEX TOYS",............SLAVE?"
Hilda had strolled into view off on her right and then around in
front of her, staring up into her face and smirking. She wore a
leather.....NO!......IT WAS RUBBER!............GLEEMING, SLICK LATEX!..
......body suit that covered her from head to toe, except that
it had no crotch and it had holes through which her breasts projected
obscenely. Her face was made up in such a way that she looked
like a witch........NO, LIKE A FEMALE VERSION OF SATAN HIMSELF!
End of Part I - Chapter 3
