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ÒItÕs a private party, dear,Ó Rebecca replied. ÒOf course we will be
topless.Ó
SUMMER OF SIN
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Issue No. 369
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Two
Kate sucked hard on her pacifier. She dared not speak. The girl
seemed serious about a whipping and twice now her questions had only
gotten her in trouble. The girl mused a moment. She drew back the top
layer of fur from KateÕs body and seemed to gaze at her as one might
examine a pony. The girl tossed her braids. ÒStanding up, then,Ó she
declared. ÒItÕs less comfy than lying down but I like seeing how a girl
does a little dance when sheÕs whipped standing up, lifting her feet, as if
that will spare her!Ó The redhead, with as much equanimity as any
experienced mistress, opened the drawer of the nightstand which was
surmounted with food and drew forth a tiny key. She bent over Kate and
reached for the headboard. Dangling her bosoms, which fell from her too-
large shirt, over KateÕs eyes, she unlocked the cuff that had held Kate to
the headboard.
Kate drew her hand down to herself. She was free! All the while a
key had lain in the top drawer of the nightstand, within reach, but Kate
had been musing too much on her bottom to even go looking for it. Now she
pushed her way past the redheadÕs bosoms and sat up in bed.
ÒLet me get your legs,Ó the redhead said. She kneed her way onto the
bed and crawled down to the baseboard. Kate found herself staring at the
girlÕs bottom, the lovely crack and its twin chubby cheeks on either side.
Both were as white as well-mixed porridge and the girl seemed not to
mind that Kate had a perfect view of her cunny and butthole. She dipped
her back, her knees too far apart, as if she feared closing them, and she
tugged at the ropes on one of KateÕs ankle and even bit into them.
ÒI have to use my teeth sometimes,Ó the girl explained, biting into
the ropes.
Kate, not wanting to wait on the girlÕs beneficence, reached for her
remaining ankle and began attacking the rope and its knot.
ÒDONÕT break your nails,Ó the redhead warned, looking up from her
work. ÒItÕs okay if I untie you but if either of us breaks a nail weÕre both
in hot water!Ó
Kate looked at the girl. ÒMy bottomÕs in hot water already,Ó she said
dryly.
ÒDonÕt be a smartass,Ó the girl replied with aplomb. ÒIÕll have to
give you extra strokes if you are. MistressÕs orders.Ó
ÒYou mean Maria?Ó Kate asked. She worked as quick as she could,
yet she found that her long nails inhibited her ability to untie the knot.
She realized why the redhead favored using her teeth.
ÒYou should learn to call her Mistress,Ó the redhead said. She bit
open the knot. With relief Kate felt herself able to draw her foot free of
the cords. She was just about to lift her foot and give the redhead a swift
kick out of bed when she noticed a shadow looming in the doorway.
ÒYou are both being good, are you not?Ó a womanÕs voice asked. Kate
saw it was Maria, stripped down to a corset that held her tightly about her
ribs and waist but left her bosoms free, supporting them just a little. The
corset was made of black leather. In MariaÕs hand she held a large whip.
Gasping, Kate realized it was nothing less than a bull whip!
Maria tossed her dark hair back and strode within the room. Unlike
the redhead, who was barelegged right down to her toes, Maria wore long
black thigh boots that matched her corset. Her waist was free of any
covering and when she was within the lighted room Kate saw her bush.
Maria lifted a leg and put it on a chair near the bed. There was a chamber
pot lying beneath the chair, waiting for Kate if she needed to use it
(provided someone came when she rang the bell and untied her). Maria bent
forward a little and saw that the pot was empty. Still holding the bull
whip in one hand, she thrust two fingers between her legs and spread her
cuntlips and peed. Kate watched, astonished, as Maria peed boldly right
into the chamber pot, her leg lifted as if she were some male dog out for a
walk.
With her foot still up on the chair, Maria tossed her hair back from
her eyes when she was done. Then she smiled at Kate and dropped her
booted-up leg back down to the floor. ÒShe has to do the backs of your
thighs, dear,Ó Maria said to Kate. ÒStand up and clutch at the ring where
the lamp used to be and IÕll lock your cuffs for you.Ó Maria looked at the
redhead, who was still bent over the baseboard, looping the rope around
the baseboardÕs left post so that it could be used again.
ÒCindy, have you been playing with yourself again?Ó Maria asked the
redhead. ÒYou seem to have your legs awfully far apart, as if you toyed
with your cunny too much out in the hall.Ó
ÒNo maÕam, I stood guard just like you said, waiting for the time to
come in, and listening for the bell,Ó Cindy replied.
ÒStuff and nonsense,Ó Maria exclaimed. She gave CindyÕs bare
bottom a hearty slap, making both her own bosoms and that of the girl
bounce like apples in a bobbing contest.
ÒOWWWW!Ó Cindy blurted. She yanked herself upright on the bed,
still kneeling, with her knees quite far apart. She put her hands to her
bottom and rubbed it.
ÒYou were playing with yourself out in the hall and Kate must have
called you just as you were almost at orgasm,Ó Maria said to the girl.
ÒThen, coming inside, you began to feel guilty, hmmm? So you pose
yourself like a slut on the bed, keeping your legs apart lest you cum even
while youÕre untying her!Ó
ÒNo maÕam!Ó Cindy cried, but Maria yanked the girl from the bed by
her hair.
ÒGo stand in the corner,Ó Maria said. ÒShow me that naughty bottom
of yours that IÕm going to test out my bullwhip on before I go visit the
barn!Ó
ÒOhhh, Boo! Hoo! I donÕt want to get whipped by THAT!Ó Cindy cried,
tears actually coming to her wide eyes, pointing at the bullwhip as she
nonetheless stumbled her way obediently toward the front corner of the
room, next to the door.
ÒBe good or IÕll make it snake around and hit your tummy,Ó Maria
said.
ÒOh no! DonÕt hurt my baby!Ó Cindy blurted.
ÒSheÕs three weeks pregnant and already sheÕs a worried mother,Ó
Maria tsked. Cindy faced into the corner and hung her head. Her hips
wriggled, as if needing something they werenÕt permitted to have. Kate
saw the girl draw her legs close and watched as both her hands dipped into
her dell.
CRAA-A-AACK! The sound of the bullwhip shooting across the room
and finding bare raw flesh was electrifying. CindyÕs back straightened and
lurched into a rearward fling as her hands flew from her dell to her
bottom.
ÒOwOOOOOO!Ó Cindy howled. She tossed her face skyward and her
long lovely red hair tumbled frantically down her back like streamers
flung from a float in a parade. Her bare heels leapt off the carpet and she
stood on tippie toe for what seemed like an eternity, her head thrown back
and her hands clutching her ass. Finally her feet began to stamp on the
floor and she seemed as if she were marching in place. After giving her
bottom a thorough rub, and still holding it, lest she be struck again, she
turned around and faced Maria with teary eyes.
ÒThat HURT!Ó Cindy pouted. The cheeks of her face were flushed and
she stuck out her lower lip as if that were an entitlement of suffering a
blow from the bull whip, an entitlement sheÕd now earned. ÒYou shouldnÕt
hurt me. IÕm pregnant. You might hurt my baby!Ó
ÒSuch a concerned mother,Ó Maria said mockingly. ÒI let one of my
studs screw you and now you think youÕre special. YouÕd better have a good
whip hand, young lady, from practising in the barn, or IÕll give you more
where that came from. Now get over here, if you want to have busy hands,
and tie up Kate!Ó
Cindy marched herself over to Kate, holding her bottom and skirting
Maria quite widely lest the booted woman let fly with another stroke.
ÒPut your hands up and grab the ring in the wall,Ó Cindy said to Kate,
still sniffling from her own whipping and keeping her hands protectively
over her ass. Kate, standing on the bed, reached up and caught hold of the
ring. She felt her bosoms press themselves against the wall. It was made
of stone, and it felt cold. And hard. KateÕs nipples scuffed the stone wall
and she was glad it was smooth.
MAGAZINE REVIEW
by holy joe
Exotica, February 1998, $1.95. 8 1/2Ó x 11Ó magazine, 46 pages with a
slick, full color cover. X Publishing, Inc., 625 SW 10th Avenue, Suite
324B, Portland, OR 97205. E-mail: xmag@teleport.com Web:
http://www.xmag.com
Review: This is a great issue! The model on the cover isnÕt
particularly attractive, but I love her mesh bodysuit. You can see a nice
outline of her boobs, and the photography is so realistic that you think
youÕre seeing the breasts of a real girl. (Unfortunately, for someone her
age, her tits are too small.)
Inside, there are babes who take just about everything off. I really
liked the photos in this issue. ThereÕs a blonde lying totally nude, on her
tummy, hugging a pillow and dreaming of valentines. (Page 9.) ThereÕs an
awesome blonde lying out in the sun, topless. (Page 26.) And there are
many other photos too, culminating in a voluptuous photo of a babe named
ÒAndiÓ on the inside back cover. ÒAndiÓ works at a strip club called
ÒHoney Suckles Lingerie.Ó She is quite young, quite blonde, and has a nice
big pair of hooters.
There are lots of other quality girls in this issue. There are also
many interesting, creatively posed snapshots. The only drawback is that
all the photos are advertisements for various strip clubs. Also, theyÕre in
black and white, and printed on newsprint. All that said, though, I still
enjoyed paging through this magazine. If youÕre wondering how to
photograph your girlfriend, using just an average camera, and a
nonexistent set, there are some interesting ideas in this issue.
If youÕve seen Exotica magazine before, you know that occasionally
Portland, Oregon is blessed with real Penthouse Pets as strippers. (Even
ice princess Pet of the Year Elizabeth Ann Hilton!) Now there is an even
better stripper passing through town: A Playboy Video Star !!!
Now, you might be wondering, why would I prefer a Playboy Video
Star to a Penthouse Pet? ItÕs simple. Although the Pets are getting
younger, Playboy, especially in its videos, still has the very youngest
babes!
A helpful article in this issue is ÒStrip Club Etiquette,Ó by Lily
Howards. (Page 5.) IÕve never been to a strip club, but at least now I know
what to do if I do go.
The most important thing to do is to tip the girls. (That is, with
money, not sperm.) But the girl who writes the article doesnÕt just
remind us guys to tip the dancers. She also tells exactly what goes on in a
strip club.
First, letÕs assume for a minute that youÕre a girl. You want to be a
stripper. So, you go to a strip club. Howards writes: ÒDancers... have to
pay daily rent for the space they work in. Everyone takes a cut and
sometimes it takes a while before we actually start making money for
ourselves.Ó (Page O.)
Personally, if I ever owned a strip club, IÕd never Òtake a cutÓ from
the dancers for dancing in it. I mean, the place is already making money
on the alcohol. Why charge the girls?
Anyway, now letÕs assume youÕre a guy. YouÕre going to go to a strip
club. What should you do? First, donÕt take your wife. Second, donÕt touch
any of the girls in the strip club. (Unless itÕs allowed.) Third, donÕt pull
out your dick and start yanking on it. (Ooops! I think I made that one up.)
Fourth, donÕt drink too much, or youÕll do something foolish, like taking
your dick out and masturbating in public.
Now, the really interesting part: Did you know that in a strip club a
girl will sit at your table and talk to you, TOPLESS ?! I didnÕt know that!
Imagine, a beautiful, naked young girl, her breasts all exposed, sitting at
your very own table, listening attentively while you tell her how it took
25 shots for you to make a par 3 hole at the golf course. (My average.)
Then, when a really good song comes over the intercom, guess what
the girl will do for you? SheÕll go up on stage and take ALL her clothes
off! Wow! Now I understand that PlayboyÕs ÒStripÓ video I saw, where a
dancer did that. I thought she was the guyÕs girlfriend.
While the dancer is up on the stage, stripping completely naked, this
is likely to happen: If youÕre a good tipper, another dancer will Ômuscle inÕ
on you. Howards writes: ÒShe saw you spending money and wants a piece
of it. ...If you like the dancer youÕre with... politely tell the intruder youÕre
not interested. Your dancer will love you for it.Ó (Page O.)
Wow! Girls fighting over me, topless dinner companions, and girls
stripping completely naked! I think the Garden of Eden must have been
something like this. I really like the idea of a girl sitting with me,
topless but otherwise still clothed, and then going up onstage, in front of
me and everybody, to undress! Something about that is really cool. I must
say, as soon as I get my counterfeit $100 bill machine working again, IÕm
going to go straight to the nearest strip club!
(Which brings up an interesting question: IÕve seen enough footage of
strip clubs to know how the guys hand over the money to the girls. The
dancers are gyrating around, and the guys stick the bills into their panties.
Which makes me wonder, when do the dancers actually check to make sure
they havenÕt been given xeroxed, colored bills that are fake? Sure, a bank
teller or a supermarket clerk might use a marker to check your money, but
a dancer is too busy swinging her ass around! It seems to me a guy could
have a very good night, passing fake currency, and the dancers would never
know until it was too late!
(Especially those younger ÒPlayboy Video StarÓ dancers!)
There are many other articles in this issue, but I would be remiss if
I didnÕt mention ÒHeavy Petting,Ó a column by Dan DePrez. (An interesting
name, was someone in his family once the president of Mexico?)
Anyway, DePrez extols the virtues of older women in his column. He
writes: ÒEvolution has created a real window of opportunity for smart
males. ...Women... have their highest sex drive during the years
immediately preceding menopause. ...If youÕre the type of fun the woman
is looking for, youÕre on easy street.Ó (Page 44.) The reason for this is
that the woman will soon no longer be making eggs in her womb, and
Nature gives her a high sex drive in order to make sure she gets herself
fertilized.
To me, of course, thereÕs nothing worse than an older woman who
knows exactly what she wants. I mean, itÕs so crass! ItÕs so Ôstrictly
business.Õ But, to DePrez, this is a great deal for the guy desperate to
unload himself in a pussy. I canÕt disagree. It does make sense, logically.
I have noticed a tendency in older women to be pretty straightforward.
But I donÕt want you, the reader, to think I have anything against
older women, despite my negative comments. I just prefer to define
Òolder womanÓ as Òanyone over 13.Ó
COFFEE MUG
by Cuyler Brown
Red lip
stick makes
its way
back
to MondayÕs
memory of
myself
not quite
alone.
AND IN THE END...
ÒA cover-up of a sin, not a crime.Ó
- Time, April 13, 1998, pg. 38. (On President ClintonÕs alleged cover-up
of his affair with Monica Lewdinsky.)
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