He cata- loged the events and the reactions in his mind for use in some later voluntary "Show and Tell" session from and with Linda --- when she was ready for it and WANTED to tell him.He cata- loged the events and the reactions in his mind for use in some later voluntary "Show and Tell" session from and with Linda --- when she was ready for it and WANTED to tell him. Throughout the past hour and a half, Paul noted to himself, Linda painted a sorry and sad picture of her husband, Johnny, while painting a picture of hope and a future far different than her own for her daughter Tammara. Tammara, it became quickly evi- dent, was Johnny's leverage point with Linda and he used the eight year old, only daughter Linda had or could have, as an absolute weapon against Linda. "The guy's a fourteen karat son- of-a-bitch and has to be carefully watched and handled," Paul thought to himself as he made himself a mental promise to do just that --- take care of Johnny and keep him at bay. "OK! --- So exactly what do you want me to do about all this and you, Linda? --- and let's deal with our pretty, driven, wanting and needing, 'sexually submissive Linda' first, shall we?" Paul said matter-of-factly, staring deep into her eyes for a response and waiting patiently. "I don't know --- (long pause) --- MASTER! I really and truly don't!" Linda whined with an embarrassed look on her face. "I suppose --- what I am about to say will sound crazy as hell to you --- coming from and 'EX'-HOOKER (emphasis) like me the way it is --- (long pause) --- "but there is no way in the world I can --- shall we say --- 'GET MY ROCKS HAULED' --- 'GET OFF SEXUAL- LY', is probably a more descriptive term --- without a REAL MASTER TO AT LEAST 'ASSIST' ME, --- Paul --- MASTER PAUL!!!" came the reasoned and simple explanation. " --- and now that I've found you --- I really would like to keep it that way --- if you'll let me --- MASTER," she said ever so softly and with a deep and quivering voice, her glazed eyes staring down at her still clamped and pinioned, tortured nipples, her chin pressed on her upper chest. Paul reached up and grasped the tight, squeezing nipple clamps, raising them abruptly upward before Linda's smoldering, downcast eyes. The viciously clamped nipples stretched upward, the small breasts straining to similarly shape themselves upward as they, too, elongated to keep up --- and rippling muscle contractions across Linda's lower belly, her seated buttocks and her doubled up and compressed legs, especially her inner thighs, all whipped forward, downward and backward to slam into the mouth of Linda's wet but previously relaxed, stuffed sexual passage --- "NOW --- YOU SIMPLE, SEXUAL VESSEL --- MAKE YOUR MASTER CUM!!!" Paul commanded her. |