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“It’s a private party, dear,” Rebecca replied. “Of course we
will be topless.”
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Issue No. 369
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s 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 Kate’s body and seemed to gaze at her as one might
examine a pony. The girl tossed her braids. “Standing up, then,” she
declared. “It’s less comfy than lying down but I like seeing how a girl
does a little dance when she’s whipped standing up, lifting her feet, as
if that will spare her!” 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 Kate’s 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 redhead’s bosoms and sat up in bed.
“Let me get your legs,” the redhead said. She kneed her way
onto the bed and crawled down to the baseboard. Kate found herself
staring at the girl’s 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 Kate’s ankle
and even bit into them.
“I have to use my teeth sometimes,” the girl explained, biting
into the ropes.
Kate, not wanting to wait on the girl’s beneficence, reached
for her remaining ankle and began attacking the rope and its knot.
“DON’T break your nails,” the redhead warned, looking up from
her work. “It’s okay if I untie you but if either of us breaks a nail
we’re both in hot water!”
Kate looked at the girl. “My bottom’s in hot water already,”
she said dryly.
“Don’t be a smartass,” the girl replied with aplomb. “I’ll
have to give you extra strokes if you are. Mistress’s orders.”
“You mean Maria?” 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.
“You should learn to call her Mistress,” 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.
“You are both being good, are you not?” a woman’s 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 Maria’s 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. “She has to do the backs of
your thighs, dear,” Maria said to Kate. “Stand up and clutch at the
ring where the lamp used to be and I’ll lock your cuffs for you.” Maria
looked at the redhead, who was still bent over the baseboard, looping
the rope around the baseboard’s left post so that it could be used
again.
“Cindy, have you been playing with yourself again?” Maria asked
the redhead. “You seem to have your legs awfully far apart, as if you
toyed with your cunny too much out in the hall.”
“No ma’am, I stood guard just like you said, waiting for the
time to come in, and listening for the bell,” Cindy replied.
“Stuff and nonsense,” Maria exclaimed. She gave Cindy’s bare
bottom a hearty slap, making both her own bosoms and that of the girl
bounce like apples in a bobbing contest.
“OWWWW!” 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.
“You were playing with yourself out in the hall and Kate must
have called you just as you were almost at orgasm,” Maria said to the
girl. “Then, 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 you’re untying her!”
“No ma’am!” Cindy cried, but Maria yanked the girl from the bed
by her hair.
“Go stand in the corner,” Maria said. “Show me that naughty
bottom of yours that I’m going to test out my bullwhip on before I go
visit the barn!”
“Ohhh, Boo! Hoo! I don’t want to get whipped by THAT!” 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.
“Be good or I’ll make it snake around and hit your tummy,”
Maria said.
“Oh no! Don’t hurt my baby!” Cindy blurted.
“She’s three weeks pregnant and already she’s a worried
mother,” Maria tsked. Cindy faced into the corner and hung her head.
Her hips wriggled, as if needing something they weren’t 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. Cindy’s back
straightened and lurched into a rearward fling as her hands flew from
her dell to her bottom.
“OwOOOOOO!” 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.
“That HURT!” 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 she’d now earned.
“You shouldn’t hurt me. I’m pregnant. You might hurt my baby!”
“Such a concerned mother,” Maria said mockingly. “I let one of
my studs screw you and now you think you’re special. You’d better have
a good whip hand, young lady, from practising in the barn, or I’ll give
you more where that came from. Now get over here, if you want to have
busy hands, and tie up Kate!”
Cindy marched herself over to Kate, holding her bottom and
skirting Maria quite widely lest the booted woman let fly with another
stroke.
“Put your hands up and grab the ring in the wall,” 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. Kate’s
nipples scuffed the stone wall and she was glad it was smooth.
MAGAZINE REVIEW
by holy joe
Exotica, February 1998, $1.95. 8 1/2” x 11” 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 isn’t
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 you’re 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. There’s a blonde lying totally
nude, on her tummy, hugging a pillow and dreaming of valentines. (Page
9.) There’s 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 “Andi” on the inside back cover. “Andi” works at
a strip club called “Honey Suckles Lingerie.” 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,
they’re in black and white, and printed on newsprint. All that said,
though, I still enjoyed paging through this magazine. If you’re
wondering how to photograph your girlfriend, using just an average
camera, and a nonexistent set, there are some interesting ideas in this
issue.
If you’ve 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? It’s 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 “Strip Club Etiquette,” by
Lily Howards. (Page 5.) I’ve 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 doesn’t
just remind us guys to tip the dancers. She also tells exactly what
goes on in a strip club.
First, let’s assume for a minute that you’re a girl. You want
to be a stripper. So, you go to a strip club. Howards writes:
“Dancers... 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.” (Page O.)
Personally, if I ever owned a strip club, I’d never “take a
cut” from the dancers for dancing in it. I mean, the place is already
making money on the alcohol. Why charge the girls?
Anyway, now let’s assume you’re a guy. You’re going to go to a
strip club. What should you do? First, don’t take your wife. Second,
don’t touch any of the girls in the strip club. (Unless it’s allowed.)
Third, don’t pull out your dick and start yanking on it. (Ooops! I
think I made that one up.) Fourth, don’t drink too much, or you’ll 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 didn’t
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? She’ll go up on stage and take ALL her
clothes off! Wow! Now I understand that Playboy’s “Strip” video I saw,
where a dancer did that. I thought she was the guy’s girlfriend.
While the dancer is up on the stage, stripping completely
naked, this is likely to happen: If you’re a good tipper, another
dancer will ‘muscle in’ on you. Howards writes: “She saw you spending
money and wants a piece of it. ...If you like the dancer you’re with...
politely tell the intruder you’re not interested. Your dancer will love
you for it.” (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, I’m going to go straight to the nearest strip club!
(Which brings up an interesting question: I’ve 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 haven’t 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 “Playboy Video Star” dancers!)
There are many other articles in this issue, but I would be
remiss if I didn’t mention “Heavy Petting,” 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: “Evolution has created a real window of opportunity
for smart males. ...Women... have their highest sex drive during the
years immediately preceding menopause. ...If you’re the type of fun the
woman is looking for, you’re on easy street.” (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, there’s nothing worse than an older woman who
knows exactly what she wants. I mean, it’s so crass! It’s so ‘strictly
business.’ But, to DePrez, this is a great deal for the guy desperate
to unload himself in a pussy. I can’t disagree. It does make sense,
logically. I have noticed a tendency in older women to be pretty
straightforward.
But I don’t want you, the reader, to think I have anything
against older women, despite my negative comments. I just prefer to
define “older woman” as “anyone over 13.”
COFFEE MUG
by Cuyler Brown
Red lip
stick makes
its way
back
to Monday’s
memory of
myself
not quite
alone.
AND IN THE END...
“A cover-up of a sin, not a crime.”
- Time, April 13, 1998, pg. 38. (On President Clinton’s alleged
cover-up of his affair with Monica Lewdinsky.)
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