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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Nine
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Seven
The two girls entered the ballroom and it looked for all the world
like a convention of hat racks. Every man's penis stood fully erect,
either perpendicular or at a raised angle from his testicles, less than
ninety degrees from his stomach. All the men still wore shirts and
ties.
Alicia accepted a cocktail from a waitress and began talking with
a handsome young man She let her fingers alight upon the head of his
penis. The man reached for her pussy, still sheathed in panties, and
Alicia let go of his rod to take his hand.
"Don't," Alicia said, grasping his fingers "Lilith doesn't want it.
Be a good boy and let me pleasure you." The man dropped his hand and
Alicia returned hers to his penis. She stole a glance out of the corner
of her eye and saw that Dawn had failed to stop the man of her choice.
She swooned as her man fondled her blonde muff while she, cocktail in
hand, held his cock in her palm.
Alicia engaged in polite conversation with her interlocutor for
several minutes, all the while stroking his rod. Then she dismissed
herself and moved to another man, who eagerly took up a conversation
with her as he thrust his penis into her palm.
As Alicia continued to work the crowd she found the men coming
closer and closer to ejaculating. Several actually tried to dissuade
Alicia from taking their throbbing rods in her hand, but she insisted,
the whole affair of hand-to-genitals taking place without words. Then
the words which did pass between them concerned the most mundane
and trivial affairs; politics, the weather, the man's career, while all
the while the poor male's throbbing rod trembled on the brink of
ejaculation.
Alicia admired the males' bare buns. She wondered if Lilith would
let her smack any of them. She relished the thought of her small,
delicate palm striking the men's trim buttocks. Alicia realized she
would not have had such a thought prior to meeting Lilith. She had
always fantasized about a man spanking her, but suddenly she found
herself wanting to reverse the roles. It occurred to Alicia that Lilith's
home was not just a place where masochists were abused, but where
masochists were trained to be sadists as well, and sadists taught to
receive as well as give.
"Girls, how about a round of semen cocktails?" Lilith asked
brightly. A groan went up from the men.
"I knew it!" a man lamented. There was a titter of laughter from
the ladies.
The men lined up with their backs against the dining room table,
Lilith's whip having to urge a few to obey. Then each female was given
an empty glass and picked her favorite man. At a signal from Lilith
each female jerked off her man. Some men took longer than others, but
each heaved a sigh of relief as he came in his lover's hand, his semen
shooting into the glass she held at the tip of his rod. The men were a
trifle disappointed, however, as they had hoped to come in a mouth,
pussy, or bottom. But Lilith had been good to them over the months and
so they did her bidding.
Not a few of the women encountered difficulty catching the men's
sperm in a glass. The come shot out at a ninety degree angle and one's
glass had to be tilted over fairly far to catch the libation. Some of the
men tried to swing their pricks around but a firm grasp on the part of
the female ensured that he would shoot where she wanted him to. Upon
catching the product each female waited until her sisters were ready,
and then Lilith proposed a toast.
"To men's bottoms, may they ever be red," Lilith said, raising her
glass. The girls gave a cheer and toasted the prospect of paddling the
males, then downed the spermy contents of their glasses. Each was
left with a milky moustache on her upper lip.
"Mmm, good!" Dawn, who was next to Alicia, said.
"Rather salty, don't you think?" Alicia asked demurely.
"I want more!" Dawn said eagerly to her male, who looked back at
her with resigned horror. "More!" Dawn said, taking the man's limpening
penis in her hand and churlishly manhandling it. The man tried to
excuse himself, but Dawn followed him and swatted his behind with her
hand. Lilith caught up to Dawn and slapped the impetuous girl's bottom
and told her to settle down. The crowd laughed.
"Now that you're limp we have a little apparatus that we'd like to
put on your penises, which when you're hard again you won't be able to
remove," Lilith announced to the men. Two serving girls came around
with trays of little leather thongs. Each female took one and, with
instruction from Lilith, slipped the thong around the man's testicles
and penis. Then each female began massaging her man, encouraging him
to become erect. The men were all quite young, having been chosen
specifically for this party due to their youthful, resilient prongs. Soon
they were erect once more, the thongs now firmly clamped around their
balls and dicks.
"We'll relieve you of those in the morning," Lilith advised the men.
"The morning?!" a man gasped. "What are we gonna do between
now and then?"
"Obey," Lilith answered.
"That sounds like fun," a female giggled to her friend.
"Girls, take hold of your man's penis and let's lead these lads
down to the basement," Lilith announced. "I wonder how many of these
fellows have ever been treated to an enema?" Several of the men
proved recalcitrant at hearing that, but Lilith was quick with her whip.
The men knew she relished striking their bare rumps and were not
eager to give her an opportunity to do so. One tried to overpower her
but the other men restrained him. In part they were seeking to win
Lilith's favor. Men she liked best got to stay at her mansion on a semi-
permanent basis and that meant 24-hour fucking with the most
delectable girls in town. So the men obeyed Lilith and even vied with
each other to best do her bidding.
When the randy stallions had been led down into the basement
they found a row of buckets on wooden stools, each filled with
steaming water and equipped with a slim hose. The men were ordered
to kneel on the floor with their faces pressed down against the rug.
Each female took one of the clear, flexible plastic hoses and daubed it
with cream. Since Dawn had been naughty Lilith had her kneel also. The
girl knelt beside her favorite man and turned her face toward him,
extending her tongue. Lilith smiled at the impish girl's audacity. She
too had once been a frisky young bitch, eager to surrender her tender
teats and pussy to any man she met. Dawn was lucky to be associated
with Lilith in this age of AIDS, as all the men here were required to
give a blood sample before even attending their first party. If the
young thing had been out on her own, as Lilith had been when she first
began exploring the erogenous potential of her teenage figure, she
would most surely have contracted the dreaded disease.
Alicia was more settled in her desires, mostly because of her
midwestern upbringing. She almost didn't want to plug the man
kneeling in front of her with a tube, but obeyed because Lilith was
watching. The man jerked his hips involuntarily as Alicia inserted the
tube, her anus tingling at the thought of the glass straw that had been
put to her own bottom the night before. Alicia had to grit her teeth and
force the tube. The man was tight.
When the tube had been inserted Alicia, on a lark, put the free end
of the tube to her mouth and sucked. Nothing much happened, but it was
weird to think that she was taking in air from the man's lower
intestines. Alicia thought she tasted musk. Next Alicia tried blowing,
but except for a muted grunt from the man there was nothing. Still,
Alicia felt a sexual thrill as she blew into the rectum of the big man
doubled over in front of her.
When every man had been plugged Lilith told the girls to dip the
free end of their tubes into the hot, sudsy water. At once the water
began flowing down the tubes, and the men moaned as the fluid ran into
their rectums. When each girl judged her man to be full (some being
more considerate than others), the tubes were withdrawn.
"Now for the fun part," Lilith announced. She drew her hand back
and slapped the bottom of the man next to Dawn. The other females
followed suit. Lilith used both her palms, swatting both the man and
Dawn repeatedly. The teen wriggled her bottom and kept her squirming
tongue intertwined with that of her lover.
"Keep those bottoms up nice and high," Lilith abjured the men. "I
don't want any stains on my new carpet." In this she was referring, of
course, to the contents of the men's buns. The spanks had the effect of
causing the men to tighten their glutei maximi, thereby keeping the
fluid inside their intestines. Finally Lilith called a halt to the paddling.
"Alright, men, it's off to the bathroom, where you may empty
yourselves," Lilith announced. "My whip is ready for any man who spills
himself on my rug." The men rose with a groan and Dawn, finding
herself at the front of the lineup, headed gingerly on her high heels
toward the waiting lavatory.
"I can't hold it," Dawn whined.
"You'd better!" Lilith intoned. But the fluid in Dawn's intestines
began running down the backs of her thighs. Lilith struck Dawn's
bottom with the whip, causing the girl to clench her buttocks. This
momentarily halted the stream. Each girl, if she saw her man begin to
come (with his buns, that is), gave him the hardest slap she possibly
could.
By the time the men reached the bathroom they had basically
learned to hold themselves in. This was important, as there was only
one toilet. Dawn sat down and gushed out her offering, then made to
wipe herself.
"No wiping," Lilith admonished. "Get in the tub." She lifted the
girl from the toilet, pulled her baby doll nightie over her head, and
hustled her to the large bath tub. Several men, seeing the tub as their
ultimate destination, jumped in and relieved themselves there. They
shucked off their ties and jackets and turned on the water. In a few
seconds there was a veritable gang bang in the tub, with Dawn
receiving the eager libations of the men's pricks. Other men jumped in,
emptied their bowels, and then proceeded to empty their loins into
Dawn too. Hot water streamed over all, as if to compliment Dawn's
baptism of fire. Several of the women made to jump in but Lilith held
them back.
"Let the boys have their fun with Dawn," Lilith said. "I hadn't
planned for this, but so it is. Let us go upstairs to the ballroom and
await their return there." The females exited and Lilith shut the
bathroom door behind her. She could hear Dawn screaming as male
after male forced himself into her, leather thong and all, and hoped the
promiscuous young thing was screaming with pleasure. Dawn might be
a bit more reserved after tonight.
A bit later the men began straggling upstairs, dry but naked. They
had found towels in a closet, but of course there was no way to dry
their soaking ties and shirts. Those had been left behind in the
bathroom, where, indeed, Dawn had also been abandoned. The last man
kissed the exhausted girl on the cheek as she lay in the tub and turned
off the water, checking to make sure that it all drained out so she
wouldn't drown. The teenybopper's hair was tangled; semen drooled out
of her lips, pussy, and bottom hole. Sperm lay in sticky pools in her
palms and was smeared between her ample breasts. Even one of her
ears was dripping semen from the opening of its canal.
"Good night little baby," the man said to Dawn, whose head lolled
in a state of near unconscious exhaustion. "Sleep tight...and feel free to
wet the bed."
Chapter Eight
It was early morning and Alicia was about to dress and make for
home. She stood in the bathroom, blowing her pubic hair with a hair
drier to evaporate all the droplets of water that still clung to her curls
there. Lilith entered, wearing a black leather miniskirt and vest and a
white blouse. She wore riding boots and a little charcoal cap.
"Mick would like to meet you before you go," Lilith said to Alicia.
The blonde looked up, startled from her reverie with the blow drier.
"Mick! Yes, I'd forgotten him," Alicia breathed. "He's the one who
signed my card. I guess after being here awhile I figured he was just a
pseudonym or something."
"Mick doesn't always participate in my parties," Lilith said.
"Unlike me, he's rather reserved." Lilith turned on her heels, beckoning
Alicia, and the girl followed, her nudity in sharp contrast to the
woman's attire.
"He must be very reserved, to keep out of sight with all the
willing females around," Alicia said. "Is he ugly or something?" The
two women passed into the bedroom.
Lilith laughed. "No, my dear, I wouldn't have married him if he
was. The attraction of wealth does have its limits, you know, even for
a spendthrift like me." Alicia cast her eyes over a dresser drawer set
against the wall, and the clothes closet that stood open next to it. She
knew that some of the attire contained within the dresser and closet
would be bound to fit her.
"What shall I wear," Alicia asked, making for the closet.
"Nothing," Lilith replied.
"Oh." Alicia paused.
"Perhaps a ponytail might be in order, though," Lilith commented.
"The younger you look, the more Mick will like you." Alicia's eyes
widened but she said nothing. If she looked any younger, she'd look
illegal.
Lilith went to the dresser, opened its top drawer, and withdrew a
pink ribbon. She walked up behind Alicia, who was standing still in the
middle of the floor considering the man Mick. Lilith pulled Alicia's hair
back and bound it with the ribbon. Alicia caught sight of herself in a
mirror and flicked her new ponytail. Sure enough, she now looked like a
well endowed 15-year-old schoolgirl.
"And a pair of peewees," Lilith laughed. She walked into the
closet and rummaged among a selection of new boots and soon found
some that were Alicia's size. They were lovely low-topped cowboy
boots, and as Lilith helped Alicia step into them the blonde asked if she
was to be taken to a rodeo.
"Mick's hoping you might like to do some indoor riding," Lilith said
to Alicia.
"You mean, like riding a horse?" Alicia asked.
"Yes, like riding a horse," Lilith replied. Alicia failed to catch the
inflection which Lilith gave to "like."
"Oh, I'd love to," Alicia said.
"Come then, Mick's waiting out by the stable," Lilith said. She
headed for the bedroom door. Alicia followed. She wondered briefly
why the riding must be indoors, and figured it was because the grass
outside was laden with dew and the ground still soggy from the
previous night's rain. Probably the horse she was to ride was a prize
thoroughbred, one that Mick took special care of to insure it didn't get
injured. No doubt Alicia would simply be led around inside the stable,
where she could safely enjoy her mount.
Alicia trailed close behind Lilith as the woman stepped from
flagstone to flagstone, the broken rocks forming a path across the lawn
behind the house. In the distance Alicia could see a glow emanating
from the stable. She listened closely to see if she could hear neighing,
but heard nothing. Before her Lilith's ample bottom swayed, her
miniskirt occasionally flipping up to reveal part of her panties when
she was forced to jump between widely separated stones.
Alicia giggled.
"What?" Lilith asked, skipping to the next stone that lay ahead.
"This cold air is making my nipples stiff," Alicia said.
"Good," Lilith called over her shoulder without turning her head.
"They'll need to be erect so I can put nipple clamps on them." Alicia
drew in her breath.
"What if I don't want nipple clamps?" Alicia asked tremulously.
Whether the sudden quaver in her voice was due to the cold air or the
prospect of clamps was unclear.
"Have you ever worn them?" Lilith asked.
"No, but I hear they hurt," Alicia whined.
"That's because you've probably talked to girls who were
introduced to them by uneducated amateurs," Lilith said. "I'll give you
novice clips. They have serrated jaws."
"Serrated?" Alicia gasped.
"The blades that close over your nipple won't be flat, but notched,
like the edge of a saw," Lilith said. "Of course, the blades won't be
sharp, but smooth. I'll fit your nipple between two of the little teeth.
Your nipple will be squeezed, but not as tightly as if the blades were
flat." Alicia considered her erect buds, and silently wished they would
retract. It was just like her body not to obey when it ought. Her spine
tingled and she realized it was not just the cold air that was now
making her nipples stand up.
D R E A M G I R L S L E T T E R S
MORAL CHARACTER CONCERNS HANDILY SOLVED
Dear Holy Joe,
I am enrolled in a law school in my state. To become an attorney, I
have to pass a Moral Character Determination administered by the state
bar. IÕm worried. What should I tell them? - Concerned in CA
Dear Concerned in CA: Your problem is not unique. I faced the same
problem myself, some years ago. HereÕs what I told my state bar:
ÒIn the animal kingdom, it is customary for the submissive male to
present his genitals to the dominant male. To remind myself of my
submission to all state laws, and my obedience to legally constituted
authority, I present my genitals on a daily basis to the state flag. To do
this quickly and easily, without thinking or questioning the authority of
the state, I placed the stateÕs flag in front of my toilet. Thus, whenever I
take a piss, I MUST present my genitals to the state flag. Usually I piss
over the flag, but sometimes I miss and piss on the flag. (As Alexander
Pope said, to err is human, to forgive is divine.) I tried spitting on the
flag to remove the pee stains, but it didnÕt work. Now and then I burn the
state flag, because all those pee stains do tend to accumulate. Also, since
the flag is right under my feet (which is unavoidable), there is some wear
and tear to it as time goes by. Once I had diarrhea and considered washing
the flag, but I felt it would be disrespectful for everyone at the
laundromat to see the official state flag going round and round in a dryer.
So I burned it right away and bought a new one the next time I was in the
drug store buying toilet paper.
ÒIncidentally, I feel it is my patriotic duty to report that my
neighbor is using a state flag that he bought at a rummage sale to line his
kitty litter box. I pointed out to him that he was being disrespectful to
our great state, but he did not heed my advice. Therefore, since I know
that a flag is being abused, it is my responsibility to report the abuse.
ÒPatriotically yours, Holy JoeÓ
Just tell them that and you should not have any problem.
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