"Let's get our act together, woman --- NOW!" She plugged the quarters in the machine, punched in her "numbers" and started back behind the leg of the bar's "U" between it and the back wall and mounted the stairs to the stage."Let's get our act together, woman --- NOW!" She plugged the quarters in the machine, punched in her "numbers" and started back behind the leg of the bar's "U" between it and the back wall and mounted the stairs to the stage. As she turned toward the mirrored back wall behind the stage, which ran all across the wall, from it's floor to it's ceiling, she was again reminded of those goddamn hellish (but never to be forgotten, and perhaps, even appreciated, if not loved and feared at the same time), days in Parkersburg, West Virginia and her very first Mistress and very first Master, and the first, long nights and days in their "care" as they brought her to a lifetime understanding of her formerly hidden sexually submissive underpinnings and deep seated sexual cravings to be dominated by the right "MASTER", (and, sometimes, but not often --- MISTRESS! "That fucking Johnny saved me from myself and them, the son of a bitch," she thought. "But he never took the rings out of me, did he?" she mused. Nobody ever would, for very long; not even Linda --- pretty, sexually submissive and subser- vient --- Slave Linda --- for she had grown to love them as a part of her sexy, if somewhat "different" body and mentality. "I wonder if I'm going to find the right man tonight?" she thought. And by right she knew exactly what she meant --- A MASTER --- who understood --- Slave Linda and her REAL NEEDS AND DESIRES --- some guy who could be tender and loving and yet could put her through her "paces" and make her AGAIN feel what she had felt that night and the nights and days that followed in Parkers- burg. She looked in the mirror on the wall as she started to gyrate her ass and move her little tits back and forth, and out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a tall, heavy dude with a beard and moustache looking back at her in the mirror. She turned her head away and went through her routine all the way to the end of the song and then stood there looking in the mirror at "him" --- was he a Master? Did he understand? He had kind eyes but he looked big, mean and forceful --- "We shall see, my kind eyed big brute of a friend" --- she loved big men and beards because her first Master in that basement room in Parkersburg had been and had both --- "we shall see --- when I get through these next two songs, what you are indeed made of and why" --- "you may be the guy I've been looking for ever since Parkersburg". |