Comment on Master Linda by: Her slave

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:59:23 +0000

My wife (Master Linda) and I thoroughly enjoyed reading Bitchboy’s account of his wife Sandra’s cigar smoking and how it makes her feel dominant like a man. Master Linda points out that a man will like to show that he is a “real man” by smoking a large cigar, as well as bragging about the size of his cock. Cigars have therefore always been regarded as for men, so a woman smoking a cigar feels that she’s doing something masculine. When the Master’s smoking one of her cigars, and fully savouring the strong smoke, she loves to tell me how she feels equal to any man, and greatly superior to nearly all men, who simply wouldn’t be able to match her cigar smoking power. As for the size of a cock, when the Master’s sporting a 12inch strapon, she reckons that HER cock is bigger than any man’s.
Master Linda has the best of both worlds: she is beautiful, and can be utterly “feminine” when she chooses; she is also strong and dominant, and can be forcefully and frighteningly “masculine” when she chooses. She once said to me that she’d love to be in a room with 100 men during a competition to determine the most “masculine” person in the room. Who can defeat men in combat? She can! Who is known as “The Master”? She is! Who is the most accomplished and powerful cigar smoker? She is! Who has the biggest cock? She has! She’d love to hear all the men acknowledge that she, as a powerful woman, could be the most “masculine” person in the room!
We’ve just returned from a holiday in the south of France, where I witnessed the most exhilarating display of Master Linda’s power since she defeated a man in the boxing ring. One evening, we were having a quiet drink in a small bar, where there were only a few tables, so she decided that we would sit on barstools. She looked gorgeous in a black leather pencil skirt/waistcoat combination and a classy white blouse. When our drinks were served, she opened her handbag and took out a packet of panatella cigars, selecting one, unwrapping it and placing it between her lips (she doesn’t smoke cigars in public in our home town, but she felt confident that nobody who knows her would be likely to walk in to that particular bar at that time). I waited until she had put on her short black leather smoking gloves, then I flicked the lighter and lit her cigar. I had to visit the men’s room, so I asked her permission to go, and she waved me away with a dismissive flick of her cigar. When I returned a few minutes later, I was surprised to see a large guy (who spoke with a Scots accent) obviously attempting to chat her up. As I’ve said before, she is lovely to look at, with a beautiful face, smooth complexion, a pert little nose and long soft blonde hair parted in the middle, flowing over her leather waistcoat. As I approached, I heard her tell the guy to get lost. He looked at me and said that she could do better than me, so she should ditch me and go with him. Master Linda quietly pointed out that I was her husband and he should leave the bar now if he knew what was good for him. He laughingly said that if I wanted to make him leave, I was welcome to try. Master Linda said “My husband won’t make you leave, but you’ll leave all the same”. The big guy sneered at her and asked who was going to make him leave. Master Linda casually raised her cigar to her lips, took a long draw and blew her smoke slowly in his face. “I will”, she said. He momentarily looked stunned, then he laughed long and hard. Meanwhile, Master Linda calmly took another draw on her cigar, before placing it carefully in the ashtray. She slipped gracefully off her barstool, exhaled her cigar smoke through her nose and said to the guy “This is your last chance to leave. I strongly advise you to do so.” He contemptuously replied “Fuck off, bitch.” My wife adopted a boxing stance and I have to say I was seriously worried that she’d bitten off a lot more than she could chew. This guy had obviously had a few drinks, but he was by no means drunk and he stood at least 6feet 2inches tall. Furthermore, he was well built, although he did have a noticeable beer paunch. He certainly weighed considerably more than my wife. Master Linda was wearing low-slung court shoes with about 3inch heels, so she was about 5feet 10inches tall, about 4 inches shorter than her male opponent, who was laughing at her boxing stance. She taunted him by saying that not only was he ugly (which he was) but he was also frightened to fight a woman (which he definitely wasn’t). She then said that, judging by the tiny bump in the front of his trousers, he had the smallest cock in the world, and she started to laugh at him. That did it, and he charged at her, throwing a punch that threatened to take her head off. I gasped, but I needn’t have worried, because she side-stepped and ducked, leaving him unbalanced as his punch hit only thin air. Master Linda was now below him, crouched and ready to strike. Her leather-gloved right fist thumped into his side, making him shout in pain. Truth be told, it was probably a (very illegal in boxing circles) kidney punch, but my wife was unlikely to be concerned about the niceties of boxing rules at that time, as she was engaged in a fist-fight with a man who was bigger than her. He grasped his side with his right hand and he turned, with his left fist raised. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have a chance to use it because Master Linda swung a left cross that caught him on his left cheek and spun him sideways. She was far more agile than he was, and she knew how to use that to her great advantage. She also had boxing skills, which he evidently didn’t, and as he turned round again, she smashed her right fist into his beer paunch, which really hurt him. He came to a stop, which gave my wife the perfect opportunity to plant a solid left jab on his nose. As he staggered back, she launched a right-left-right combination that sent him backwards over a table, scattering furniture everywhere. As he struggled to his feet, I saw blood streaming from his nose and he was obviously beaten. Master Linda, however, had no intention of letting him off lightly, so she belted his right cheek with a solid cross and drilled her left fist into his stomach again. He doubled over and I could see my wife relishing the prospect of finishing him off with her favourit coup-de-grace: the right uppercut. She smashed her leather fist into his chin and he went backwards against the door, before sliding down to the floor. Master Linda strolled nonchalantly to the bar , picked up her cigar and ordered me to relight it. I did so and she took a satisfying smoke before she turned to face her victim. He was groggily getting to his knees, so she strode over to him, placed her cigar in the corner of her mouth and stood over him, her hands on her leather-skirted hips and her feet apart. She grabbed his hair and snarled into his face “When I advised you to leave, you should have listened to me. Fuck off NOW, asshole!” He stood up unsteadily, his face heavily bloodied, staring uncomprehendingly at the beautiful petite woman who had beaten the shit out of him. As I helped him to his feet, Master Linda quietly said to him “You dared to address me as bitch. If I ever see you again, I’ll put on my strapon and make you MY bitch. If you think you’re in pain now, just wait until you feel my cock up your ass!” I can’t even begin to describe the fear in the poor guy’s face as he gasped and stumbled as fast as he could out of the bar. The bar owner looked in amazed admiration at Master Linda as she calmly returned to her barstool, sipped her drink and imperiously smoked her cigar!

Comment on Master Linda by: bitchboy

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 19:03:37 +0000

I loved reading about Master Linda’s cigar smoking, because my wife Sandra also gets a buzz from cigars. When she smokes a cigar, she says she feels dominant like a man. She loves to relax in a chair, wearing a strapon and smoking an 8 inch long cigar. When I’m on my knees sucking her cock, she exhales her cigar smoke down her nose at me and it makes her randy as hell! She recently began to invite two female friends round for a drink on Saturday evenings and she loved to make me light her cigars while she said things like “I’m the cigar smoker here. You find my cigars too strong for you, don’t you?”, which was her way of letting her friends know that she wears the pants in our house. Then she would tell me to run along and fetch some drinks and she’d blow smoke in my face, which made me cough and made her friends laugh. A couple of weeks ago, the two ladies said how much they liked the aroma of my wife’s cigars, so she offered them a few puffs and showed them how to smoke a cigar properly. One of the friends, Anne, was amazed at how smooth the smoke was. The other woman, Donna, said she loved the flavour of the cigar. Sandra said that they could have a cigar each with their drinks the following weekend and the two ladies said they would look forward to it. So, last Saturday, Sandra produced three cigars, carefully selected to ensure that the ladies fully enjoyed their first cigar evening. Sandra soon made it clear that she was going to really enjoy the occasion by embarrassing and dominating me as much as possible, because she snapped her fingers and said to me “Don’t just stand there, you moron. I’m fed up waiting for you to light my cigar”. When I did so, she made a point of coming as close as possible to me before she slowly exhaled her smoke in my face. It made me cough, but she said to her friends “Ignore his cough. He likes it when I blow cigar smoke in his face. You can do it too later on, if you like”. She then turned to me and said “Anne’s waiting for a light for her cigar. Get on with it.” I offered the light to Anne, who listened to Sandra’s advice on how to get the cigar going. Donna watched carefully and she followed Anne. Sandra was a good teacher and the two ladies were soon relaxing with a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. Anne politely asked me for an ashtray, but my wife quickly said “You’re much too soft with him. It was his job to ensure that we had an ashtray each and he’s failed to do so. Anne, dear, don’t ask him for an ashtray. Order him to get you an ashtray for your cigar, FAST!” Anne looked hesitant but Sandra gave her an encouraging nod, so Anne looked at me and said “Get me an ashtray for my cigar, FAST!” I replied ” Very good, madam” and scurried off to find another ashtray, leaving the three ladies laughing. I don’t know what was said while I was away, but when I placed the ashtray in front of Anne, she told me to kneel in front of her. I did as she ordered and watched in wonderment as she raised her cigar to her lips, took a long pull and leaned forward to blow a seemingly neverending stream of smoke in my face. I said “Thank you, Madam” as she placed her cigar in the corner of her mouth and regarded me mockingly. Donna suddenly addressed me, saying “My cigar’s gone out. Relight it”. She pointed to me then to the floor, so I knelt down. As she dipped the end of her cigar into the flame, she looked me straight in the eye and I waited expectantly for what was coming next. I had enjoyed receiving a faceful of Anne’s cigar smoke, but Donna teased me by opening her mouth so that I could see the smoke swirling inside her mouth, then she ever-so-slowly puffed a series of little balls of smoke in my face. It was fabulous for me, and even Sandra and Anne applauded. Sandra then dismissed me from the room, leaving me with a tantalising last sight of three lovely ladies smoking cigars with obvious satisfaction. After Anne and Donna had left, Sandra could hardly wait to put on her strapon. As I sucked her cock amidst clouds of her cigar smoke, she told me that next Saturday’s ladies’ cigar evening would be even better. I can hardly wait!

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