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                      JULIE'S EPIC ADVENTURES IN LIFE
                      
                     "The Meeting - No Words Required!"

It was Happy Hour and the customers were just beginning to filter
in from their daily routines to sit down and have a cold one and
watch a little psuedo pornographic "art", go-go and strip dancing,
ala Julie style. The Happy Hour shift started with B.J. doing her
thing in her usual wanton and sexy way in the bright orangish red
bikini top and bottom.......whirling around the poles on the
raised stage, pole clasped firmly between her slim, white legs
with a high on the pole start and a slow twirling slide to the
floor of the platform.

"Damn", Julie thought to herself. "That bitch has got to be
gettin it off with that pole....I'd go nuts with that thing
stuffed up against my pussy twirling round like that and sliding
down that god damn pole." "Phew!" "It's no wonder they call her
B.J.!" "That's probably all she can do after a night of THAT!"

The song ended on the juke box and another started. Julie
remembered that that was number three for B.J. and that she had
to start pumping her dance songs into the box pretty soon 'cause
she was up next with her set of three. She walked over to the
Juke Box slowly in her see-through wrap, scanning the customers
to see who she'd focus her attentions on this time up. "Boy, she
thought, these guys look dead!" "This is goin' to be a damn tough
shift!." "Almost as bad as her hookin' days in Parkersburg at the
'Club' before Johnny came along and knocked her up and then
slipped her out of the place."

As Julie stood at the machine she thought back about Parkersburg
and Chris, the Club Boss and his bitch, Hilda, who kept the girls
in line. And, when they didn't stay in line, set em up for a
session with Chris in the special, frightening room in the basement.

"God", she thought, "I'll never forget the first time I fucked
up and that bitch dragged me down there....NEVER!"

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, thinking back to
that terrible night when that big drunken son of bitch from the
Shell Refinery over in Belpre had snuck up behind her at the bar and
about twisted her tits off. When she stopped screaming at him and
thought she had him calmed down some, he rammed his hand into her
crotch and shoved his index finger up her ass as his thumb went up
her pussy, panties and all, and started to literally lift her up
off the stool that way. Thinking quickly, she had grabbed a beer
bottle and smashed the big dumb bastard over the head, screaming
her head off the whole time. Goddamn that had hurt as he tried to
close his index finger and thumb together while they were driven
deep in her ass and up her cunt with her pants wrapped around them.
When the beer bottle hit him, he dropped like a rock.

The next thing she knew, Hilda was all over her ass, twisting her
arm behind her back and slapping the shit out of her face.

Hilda shoved her arm up behind her back to her goddamn neck,
bent her over almost double at the waist and marched her out the
back door toward the stairs leading up to the "party rooms" and
down to the basement. "Oh God, If I'd known what was in that black
vinyl covered room in the basement with the mirrored ceiling and
about all that 'equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have let the
son of a bitch shove his fuckin fist up my ass, never mind a
little old finger and some black panties", Julie thought.

The memories flowed back with increasing detail, igniting fear in
her brain and making her break out in a cold sweat (and starting
the juices flowing in her pussy, much to her dismay). She stood
up against the wall and let her mind race back to that night.

Hilda, instead of hustling her upstairs to chew her ass out and
slap her around, wheeled her past the stairs leading to the party
rooms upstairs and hustled her down the stairs and into a room
she had never seen before, across from the foot of the stairs, and
had only heard fearful rumors about from the rest of the whores in
the place. They didn't talk about it much and didn't care to, or
so it seemed. She'd always wondered why. That night she found
out...in spades!

Hilda stripped her house coat off her and ripped her top and
panties off almost in one motion with Julie still practically
doubled over standing on her feet and her arm shoved up behind
her back almost to the top of her head, now.

"You goddamn dumb whore!" screamed Hilda, "How many fucking times
do I have to tell you I handle the assholes and you don't ever,
ever hit em with anything unless they ask you to, UPSTAIRS!.... and
then only after they've paid double for the S&M Scene trick!"
"I'm tired of this shit from you!" "When I get through with you
down here you are goddamn sure goin' to remember that, you little
Delaware whore.....and when Chris, "The Rammer" finishes with you, after 
I get tired, you won't do shit unless you ask me or him first; bet on
it, bitch!"

About then Julie suddenly realized it was damn warm in that room.
And dim. It seemed like it was a hundred and twenty degrees. As
she looked around from her upside down position she saw ringbolts
in a cloth vinyl padded floor of pure white mats with buttons
holding the mat down in that upholstered look. But as her eyes
wandered back and forth she saw a lot more. There were two big
rings, one inside the other, one on a pivot up into the ceiling
and down into the floor and the other on pivots or shafts through
the first one extending out sideways either way midway between
the floor and the ceiling. She couldn't see well with her goddamn
hair hanging down all over, but she saw that the inside ring had
little D-Rings welded to it all the way around it's circumference
about a foot or so apart (D-Rings were something she learned
about later and would never ever forget!). The two gimbaled rings 
(like the frames of those spinning gyroscopes they use in airplanes, 
boat compasses and the like) were HUGE; they were at least, if not more 
than, eight foot in diameter, very sturdy, just standing there one inside
the other in stark stainless steel majesty like some abstract or
modern art painting.

As her clothes were shredded from her she spotted another object
off in the corner sitting on the pure white matted floor. It
looked like a chair of some kind except that it had an outline
like a human body and leather straps dangling down from it
everywhere she looked. The straps were riveted or bolted to the
sides of the human figure outline of the chair so that they ran
between heavy stainless steel rods that defined the out line of
the human figure and they ran on the under and back sides of the "chair"
and the buckle end and loops to insert in the buckles dangled down
off the rivets or bolts on the front of the back and legs of the "chair"
and the top of the "seat" and arms. "what the shit is this place",
she'd thought, and "what the hell are they going to do with me?"

She didn't have to wait for long to get her answer, she remembered.

Hilda quickly walked her, bent double, over to the "Chair" and
slammed her into the seat with her arm still crammed up to the top
of her head. She slammed her other arm down on the leather straps
running across in between the two stainless steel arm rods and
quickly buckled one of the many straps over her forearm and
another over her upper arm. She jumped to the other side of the
gleaming stainless steel chair and did the same trick with her
other arm. It was then that Julie looked up and saw the mirrored
ceiling and black walls - BLACK VINYL PADDED WALLS! And back
behind the gimbaled huge stainless steel rings standing out in
stark reality, she could vaguely see things hanging on the vinyl wall.
LOT'S OF THEM. She couldn't see em well, but they looked like
straps and balls and hoods and whips and all sorts of kinky shit.
About that time, she remembered, Hilda slammed her lower leg into one
of the "Chair's" legs in front and buckled it in tight. She
repeated the process with the other leg and then continued up to
the seat where she buckled her thighs in tight with 4" wide
leather straps attached to the chair so that her thighs sat on
the bottom riveted part of the strap and they came up through
her thighs, right in front of her pubic hair covered crotch, and 
only fractions of an inch away from it. When Hilda had buckled the
thigh straps, her legs were an integral part of the steel rods
and leather straps that encased part of her legs. The stainless
steel rods on the insides of her legs ended right in front of her
pussy while the outside ones went up her outside upper leg(s) past her
hip(s) and on up her sides behind her upper arms and on up over
her head and joined together there. Next came a huge, wide strap (it must 
have been 8 or 10 inches wide, at least) which was pulled across her flat
stomach and navel and buckled so tight it almost took her breath
away (and, of course, it ran across her lower back behind her, also).
Then came the straps across the upper and lower part of her
chest above her pert little tits, which by now were sweat covered
with her nipples sticking out like peaks on a mountain, and just about 
as hard as the mountain's rocks. 

She was about to say something to Hilda, she remembered now, when
Hilda slammed another leather strap across her mouth; but this
one was different. It had a ring in the middle of it and as Hilda
pulled the hard stainless steel ring and strap arrangement across
in front of her mouth as if to buckle it on the other side, Hilda
punched the center of the wide tummy belt so hard Julie's mouth
flew open. In one swift motion Hilda pulled the strap/ring combination
deep into Julie's mouth so that the ring was completely behind her
teeth, held there by the straps cutting painfully and deeply into either
side of her mouth and jamming her mouth wide open with the ring
just inside holding it that way. Julie remembered she started to
scream and protest and Hilda simply walked to the other end of
the room and got a ball with a leather strap through it, came back, wrapped
the strap around behind her head over the stainless steel rods
that bracketed either side of her head, spun the ball around so
it was in her mouth, walked behind and buckled it down tight.

Julie remembered vividly the ball being jammed into her mouth so
it sat in the stainless steel ring that held her mouth open wide.
Christ, she was scared! She begged, she mumbled, she cried, but
not a word came out; and meanwhile, Hilda had gone ahead and
wrapped a wide strap over her neck and buckled it and one across her
forehead and buckled it, TIGHT! It was then that Julie realized she was
being strapped into some goddamn kind of steel body frame chair
with the stainless steel rods running along the outside edges of
her body, legs, arms, and head, complete. Hilda went back
over her arms and legs and torso and connected MORE straps so
that Julie had a leather strap over just about every six to eight
inches of her body and was about a quarter to a third covered
with tightly buckled down straps from head to foot.

When Hilda was done, she stood back and looked at her
handiwork, then walked over to the far wall and came back with
weird looking glove like things, four of them with two buckles
and laces about where the wrist would be and a huge three inch
strap sewn to the top or back of the hand portion and a buckle
sewn to the palm. She jammed them on Julie's hands and buckled
each of the two small straps after lacing up each "glove", (actually
a mitten). The process was repeated with Julie's feet, using form fitting,
soft leather boots made the same way, like the mittens; soft boots
or something, Julie remembered.

Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward
and ran them over the stainless steel that looped around front of Julie's
feet and hands in from one steel rod on one side to the other rod
on the other side. Hilda pulled each of the four straps tight and
buckled them into the sewn buckles on Julie's Palms and the
bottom of her feet so that her hands and were stretched out
straight from her arms and her feet pointed like a ballet dancer.

Then and only then did Hilda stop and relax. She looked down at
Julie with pure hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said
"welcome to Hilda's 'Palace', Julie, you bitch!" "You are sitting
in my masterpiece that I developed when I got tired of you whores
trying to kick the hell out of me when I was working you over and
and which I also developed because it makes you totally helpless
and completely at my mercy." "But you ain't seen nothin yet my pretty!'
"This little 'chair' you're sittin in is much more than a chair"
and with that she tipped the "chair" forward so that Julie was
hanging from it, her stomach horizontal, looking at the floor,
her head horizontal, on her knees. She manuevered the elbow part
of what Julie had earlier thought were just armrests for her arms,
on each side, so that Julie's arms straightened out instead of
being bent as they were when she was strapped into this thing and 
and so her stretched hands and finger tips pointed straight down
at the floor and the hoops at the ends of the the hands touched
the pure white vinyl cushioned floor. Hilda walked around behind
and in a short while Julie's legs spread out so her knees were
about two foot apart. Julie remembered she heard something lock or
snap as her knees were spread and locked in that position. The
next thing that happened to her was her head being raised up and
back as the frame along her neck was unlocked and pivoted so that
her neck was pulled back and locked in position. Now she was on
her hands and knees with her head raised up looking forward
toward the dimly illumniated wall full of strange looking devices...that 
"kinky" stuff.

Julie stood by the Juke box shivering, thinking about being stark
ass naked in that black room with it's mirrored ceiling and white
vinyl matted floor, tied immobile - tied hell......strapped into
a goddamn human shaped frame that held her like an "Iron Lady" of
old but with one big difference. Her whole fuckin body had been
exposed and her tits hung down between the chest straps. But the
thing that brought back memories of terror and fear and, at the
same time, made her juices flow down her vaginal walls, asit
still did.............NOW!......................, was the way
her pussy and asshole were sticking out as she was immobilized
with her arms and hands straight down, on her knees, lower
legs and the tops of her feet pulled back to the frame so her toes 
were pointed backwards. 

As she shivered and her juices flowed, leaning up against the wall
in the little Go-Go Lounge years later, she remembered vividly
what Hilda did next.

"Well, honey, you're mine now until I give you over to the Rammer
and then you'll find out why the bad girls named him that." "His
name's really Chris, but the 'Rammer' he definitely earned, as
you will soon find out!" But you won't ever again call him by
that name or any other but MASTER, nor will you call me by any
other name but MISTRESS, in front of either of us." "What you
call us when we aren't around is your business, but after tonight
and tomorrow and tomorrow night and for as long as it takes,
we're MISTRESS and MASTER to you or you stay in that fucking
training frame and in this room FOREVER, Bitch!" "Understand?"

Julie remembered she couldn't answer Hilda, ...M I S T R E S S!...
because she couldn't move a muscle and she was gagged with that big
ring in her mouth and the ball in the ring. She remembered that
she blinked at Mistress several times and Mistress nodded ever
so slightly, and then slid her hand up under Julie's hanging
pert, pointed small breasts and carressed them and ran her finger
tips over the nipples making Julie shudder and the erotic
feelings begin to flow from her breasts down to her pussy which
was already starting to get very very wet, both from sweat and
from her vaginal juices. 

Mistress continued to carress her tits, Julie recalled, and as
she did she started telling Julie that this was the last night
they'd ever look that way again. That made no sense to her until Mistress
explained that Mistress and Master were going to "fix" her so she
could be strung up by her nipples in the future, ANY TIME THEY
WISHED IT. Julie stood against the wall next to the Juke Box and
rubbed her arm over her breasts, feeling the little gold rings under
her bikini top where they ducked into and out of her nipples. "That
was years ago", she thought, "and I still have them there!" "God
they feel good", she thought, "but they didn't THEN." "I was
scared shitless, sweating like the whore that I was, after a twenty
stud gang bang, down in that hot basement room, dripping sexual juices
through my sweat."

Julie's mind floated back to that night, again, and with her arm
rubbing over her golden ringed nipples, she once more drifted back to a
recollection of what Mistress had done next. Hilda went to the wall and
came back with two dildos about as big as Julie had ever seen
before (she'd seen much bigger since!) and, with an almost
gentleness, Mistress shoved one in Julie's upturned, doggy fashion,
ass and one in her now flowing pussy (not really flowing because
pussies don't flow,...Cocks do, pussies don't..., but really well 
lubricated!). Julie felt Mistress turn something on and her Pussy
and Ass came alive as the twin vibrators started to work at low speed.
It felt good, she remembered; the twin, artificial, vibrating
male organs had been stuffed in her nether holes to the hilt, barely 
sticking out; she had felt that,.......really well!

She watched attentively as Hilda walked by her to the wall on the
other side of the gimbaled rings and took down a small whip of
some kind with wicked looking, short leather strands hanging from it.
Mistress walked up to her and held the whip by it's handle so the
strands hung down in front of Julie's eyes. "Ever seen a 'Pussy Whip'
Julie....."Slave Julie".....?" Mistress asked. The answer was eye
blinking again. It was the best she could do. Mistress smiled and
walked around behind. The next thing Julie heard ....Slave Julie....
was a whirring sound followed by the tips of the "Pussy Whip"
striking her pussy, her asshole, her asscheeks and her underbelly
and thighs as it whipped around in it's vicious circle.

As Julie stood up against the wall next to the music machine here
years later she remembered how Mistress had continued to whip her
pussy and asshole with that thing as the two artificial cocks
buzzed away in her vagina and ass canal and the smell of sweat,
pre-orgasm juices and pure raw leather and steel permeated her nostrils. 
She remembered that she started to sweat even more and the water dripped 
off her as the whip swished round and round catching the folds over her 
clit as it went up toward her underbelly. And she remembered how, despite
everything she could do to prevent it, which physically was next
to nothing, she had slowly built to the biggest, pain wracked
orgasm she'd ever had as the frame she was bound to vibrated with
her attempted contorsions from the orgasm's crest. The whip never
stopped, though, and in a few minutes she was back up again, only
this time it hurt like hell as she built up to it but the orgasms
peak gave brief exploding and intense pleasure followed by severe
pain and cramps all over her lower body and up into her insides
themselves. And each time the orgasm subsided, Mistress reached
down and turned up the speed another notch on one of the
vibrators. 

Standing here now she couldn't remember how many times that
happened but she remembered the pleasure and the infernal pain
that always came with it. It went on for what seemed like hours
and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. Pussy whip, notch up on
the vibrator(s), orgasm, pleasure, blinding pain, then start over
again and again and again.

As Julie stood there next to the Juke box, she thought about how
after that long, long session with Mistress and Master, she had
never again been able to have a "normal" orgasm in normal fucking
unless someone pulled hard on her nipple rings or whipped her
pussy while she was trying to get off.....except for one other
way...when she had a big hard loving cock in her mouth, kneeling
on her knees with the guy standing in front of her with her hair
wrapped in his fingers and him pumping her mouth back and forth
on his cock. That got to her, too. But after that night and
the days and nights that followed, pleasure and pain were to be
forever wed for her and never to be seperated. 

"Julie! You going to stand there day dreaming all day or are you
going to play your fuckin songs, bitch?"

It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the
U-Shaped bar was empty. "Oh Shit," Julie thought. "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 fuckin' 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 Julie....pretty, sexually submissive and subservient,...
....Slave Julie....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 Julie 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 Parkersburg.

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 mustache looking back at her in the mirror. She turned her
head away and went throught 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".

                    End of Part I - Chapter 1

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                JULIE'S PAST - PART 1 - CHAPTER 2

   MEMORIES OF THE PAST FLOW BACK AS Julie HUNTS A "NEW" MASTER


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, Julie
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, Julie 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 Julie 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 Julie 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
Julie 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. Julie 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 Julie 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, Julie
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 slide 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, Julie 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 Julie'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.
Julie 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 Julie's sensitive and trained tongue. As the hot fluid
streaked over her tongue and approached the head, Julie 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.
Julie'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 Julie's talented
mouth and throat. As it withdrew Julie 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
Julie'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.

"Julie, 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, Julie 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 Julie did.........Julie 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, Julie 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, Julie
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, Julie 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.

Julie 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 Julie 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?).

Julie, 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.

                   End of Part 1 - Chapter 2

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        JULIE 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, Julie 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. Julie
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, Julie 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 Julie'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, Julie 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.

Julie 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 Julie 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.

Julie, 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 Julie 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.

Julie 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.

Julie 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, Julie 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 Julie...
......AND......Julie 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!

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