Big Linda's Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories

Big Linda’s Visits Plus Six Assorted Stories By Lance Edwards ISBN 13: 978-1-935897-51-4 A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication Copyright © 2010 by Lance Edwards, All rights reserved For information contact: Pink Flamingo Publications www.pinkflamingo.com Cover Image: © yurok, Istock.com Email Comments: comments@pinkflamingo.com With the exception of quotes used in reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the publishers. Big Linda’s Visits Visit One: Visiting Rites Visit Two: Turning the Tables Linda’s Interlude: My Own Little Toy Visit Three: On the Cutting Edge Visit Four: Fit to be Tied Linda’s Interlude: Predator & Prey Visit Five: You Are What You Eat Visit Six: Double Trouble Linda’s Interlude: Transformation Complete Visit Seven: A Real Kick in the Teeth Visit Eight: The Six Assorted Stories No Shrinking Violet ’s Secret Hot and Cold Running Cocks Nocturnal Submissions Closeted Slut Party Animal Big Linda’s Visits Visit One: Visiting Rites Something absolutely incredible – and incredibly devastating – happened to me recently, something so dangerous, so stimulating, so mind-blowing – and yet so horribly demeaning – that I can’t seem to come to terms with it. I guess the only answer is to finally share this with someone, let it all out, despite the considerable humiliation that’s bound to cause me. Well, psychiatry fees being what they are, you’re elected to listen. I hope you can handle the story. It’s pretty outrageous, to say the least, and it makes for some uncomfortable hearing and telling at times. Frankly, at this point, I don’t much care if you can take it or not. After what’s been going on here, after my wild, perverse, unbelievable affair with Big Linda Skrue, it’s either unburden myself to a total stranger or go stark raving mad. So here we go. To begin with, I’ve been stuck in a wheelchair for the last ten years. Most unfortunate, I know. A stupid accident at the height of my flaming youth robbed me of many things, not the least of which was a normal social life. But finally I found a way to turn my disability to my rather dubious advantage. I first met this woman I came to know as ‘Big’ Linda when she began to work as my Personal Care Aide. She owned a small private home health care agency, and I’d hired her to help me with the things I couldn’t manage myself: bathing, dressing, and other personal hygiene. It was an agreeable situation. I didn’t know much about her, but she was certainly pleasant enough. Perhaps she was a bit haughty and distant, yet competent and professional in every way. And to a terminally deprived case like me she was a wet dream to behold. Her face was truly beautiful with strong, severe features heavily freckled orange, and shimmering reddish highlights similarly overlaid the rich golden fall of her long, straight, remarkably thick hair. Tall and strong and outrageously stacked, her beauty and amazing body made her more than just a mouthwatering specimen. In a way she was also profoundly intimidating. There was something about her, something beyond her bulky arms and shoulders, her unbelievably heavy breasts and impressively muscular six-foot one-inch frame. Maybe it was in the way she carried herself: such confident poise, such a challenging look and stance. It made me wonder if there was anyone at all out there that was truly man enough for her. Of course, I had no illusions about myself. I’m a good enough looking guy, and fully capable where it really counts. But there’s always this goddamn wheelchair. Not many women are open-minded enough to look beyond it and give me a try. In fact, by the time I met this gorgeous Linda Skrue, my confidence had been so battered by the endless string of rejections that I never quite had the guts to make a move on her. Yet she must have known how much I wanted her. She worked in daily proximity with my naked body, after all, and some truths just can’t be hidden. Practically every time she’d bathe me, I’d quickly swell into an obvious erection. Wherever you are, Big Linda, I’m sorry. It was impossible not to. Leaning over me in the bathtub, with her loose scrubs belling out and her bra-less breasts swaying in my face, Linda’s musky scent and strong sure hands turned me on so much that I thought I’d lose my mind. Before long my obstinately unthinking c**k was hardened into a bony rope of muscle, straining up above the soapy surface of the water like the one-eyed snout of a breaching leviathan. How embarrassing. Completely professional, both of us tried to ignore it. Yet Linda’s easy indifference as she scrubbed the soapy wash mitt over and around my hard, throbbing genitals only magnified my desperation. Didn’t she care how horny I was? Couldn’t she tell how much I needed someone, anyone, to rescue me from my unwilling isolation? Could she possibly sense how much I was willing to give in return? I don’t know. All I know is that what happened next seemed somehow inevitable. By the time she’d finished washing me and go to make the bed, ‘Big’ Linda (as I came to think of her) would invariably have me so worked up I was eager for any opportunity, however tenuous, to ease my frustration. After all I hadn’t been laid in nearly ten years, and here was this sss dream of a personal aide, intimately ministering to my naked body. Well, a man can stand only so much. Lounging there, alone in the hot, steamy tub, it was just too easy to lie back and let my fingers do the walking. Somehow I ended up jerking myself off nearly every day. Of course, given the limited nature of my privacy in these circumstances I suppose Linda catching me at this was also inevitable. It should have been no surprise when she eventually walked in on me. But it must have been quite a surprise indeed, at least for her. There I was: gasping, panting, and even moaning out her name as I gripped and pulled and pumped on myself. What an incredibly devastating, deeply humiliating experience! I still don’t know how to adequately explain its effect on me. All I know is that my eyes were closed on a glorious vision of ‘Big’ Linda’s wildly heaving breasts. I was so absorbed in a wonderful fantasy of fondling and f*****g and then creaming out all over them that I wouldn’t have heard the world end, much less the door open. Totally oblivious, I was beating my meat like a maniac, splashing and thrashing and burning my eager way towards orgasm. “Oh, oh, f**k me Big Linda!” I helplessly groaned aloud. Then just as this exclamation escaped me I suddenly realized that the lady in question was standing there, framed in the doorway and watching me expressionlessly. What happened next was more surely fate than the accident that robbed me of my legs. Humiliation and arousal somehow became inextricably mixed, an erotic alchemy that was at once both weirdly perverse and powerfully compelling. For some reason the sudden, guilty shock of my discovery shamed me into an immediate orgasm, one so powerful that I could scarcely credit it. My balls seemed to clench, pulsing perceptibly as they delivered their load, and I cried out, clamping down hard on my c**k and stupidly trying to suppress the inevitable. No chance. What I call in lighter moments ‘the dream cream’ was too eager for release. Bursting forth through my fingers, it spurted out hot and spunky all over my chest and belly even as Linda stood there calmly watching me. Well. After that I could only sprawl there, panting and blushing as we stared at each other. But instead of appearing embarrassed herself, Linda was just smirking contemptuously. Then she sneered down her nose at me. “Good: ‘Big Linda’. I like that. From now on I don’t want you to call me anything else. And I didn’t know you could do that.” She gestured at my come-splattered middle, my deflating erection, and her gaze turned suddenly inward. For a mesmerizing moment she was silent, her expression unreadable. Then she spoke, almost to herself. “You know, I could use you…” She stood there silently contemplating, then came back to the present. Looking down at me strangely, she continued, “I have these urges, you see. Sometimes I wake up, all alone and incredibly horny in the middle of the night, with the overwhelming urge to do things with a man...to do things to a man...that most men simply can’t accept.” Slowly a disconcerting and decidedly evil smile spread across Big Linda’s freckled face. “But you’ll accept it. You’ll have to. You’re crippled and alone here.” Her voice took on a taunting, singsong note. “All alone and lonely, helpless in bed, and I’ve got the key...I could just come in here any night I want, and use you any way I want. Couldn’t I? I could just f**k you up and down and eight ways to Sunday, and there isn’t a damn thing you’d dare do about it. Is there? Because you want me. Don’t you?” Of course I could only nod, my wasted sperm dripping slowly down my naked body, and suddenly Big Linda snapped out, “Don’t you? Say it!” “I want you, Big Linda!” Her sparkling blue eyes narrowed coldly as she gauged the extent of my reflexive, instinctive submission to her – to her size, her beauty; her inherent s****l power. Then, obviously satisfied with what she saw, Big Linda Skrue made her decision. “I am going to use you,” she said, slowly and emphatically. “Hard. I am going to use you so hard, in so many ways... From now on you are going to be my own private little s*x toy!” A gloating grin claimed her full, pinkish-red lips. “I should have thought of this before! Here you are, a fully-grown man, and practically as helpless as a baby! Perfectly willing to suffer whatever I choose to do to you. Oh, I’ve been waiting a long time for something like this, little man. A hell of a long time! I’m just going to have so much f*****g fun with you!” I squirmed at hearing this, and Big Linda laughed at the growing unease of my expression. Then she continued scornfully, “I am going to make you pay for being male, my pet little cripple! And I don’t just mean your health care contract!” “In fact, as of tomorrow morning, I’m going to put one of my employees on your case, rather than bothering with cleaning you up myself. I’ve got a feeling that from now on I’ll be at home sleeping in all day instead of working, resting up from my busy nights! Because you can bet your pansy little ass they’re going to be busy! “I’m going to show your pathetic male self all the incredible things a hot, motivated woman like me can do! You’re going be my s*x-slave, my helpless little w***e! I’m going to work out every outrageous, outlandish fantasy I’ve ever had on you, and you’re just going to have to deal with it however you can. Got that? Tonight and every night I feel like it from now on. I hope you like it rough, little s*x toy. Because I’m going to have some big-time fun playing with you! Now, clean up that mess!” With that Big Linda flung the terrycloth wash-mitt she usually wielded so expertly herself directly atop my come-dripping c**k. Then she stepped back and slammed the bathroom door, leaving me sitting there, alone and totally flabbergasted. I couldn’t believe it. Employer and employee, somehow our positions had become completely reversed. Suddenly she was the one who held all the power. In my stunned daze I looked down, and saw at once the reason why. All unconsciously, Big Linda’s dire promises – threats, almost – had me swelling once again into rigid readiness. Before long my stupid c**k thrust straight up into the air, effortlessly tenting out the heavy wet mitt. What the hell was going on here? How could I be getting so hard, after just coming so explosively? And why wasn’t I terrified, suddenly giving up power to this strange, unpredictable female? I truly had no idea what I was getting into. But after so many years of involuntary celibacy, it’s hardly surprising that Big Linda had managed to strike such a responsive chord in me. Whatever kinky excesses she had in mind, part of me, at least, seemed eager to learn. And learn I would.