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Issue No. 407
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Eight
Kate’s corset had taken a long time to put on. Melinda had
gotten her into it, and even punched her in the tummy to make her draw
in her breath. It left Kate feeling a little like a soldier guarding
the Queen of England, stiff in her posture. Melinda had threaded the
front of the corset closed like one threads up a shoe. Despite Kate’s
best efforts to hold her breath the corset had not quite closed in
front. It showed a strip of her skin down her middle, from her breasts
to her waist, and her belly button peeped out between the corset’s two
halves. Transparent black lace hung down from Kate’s corset-gripped
bosoms. And lace hung round her waist where the corset ended. She felt
like a Christmas decoration, and knew John loved the effect.
“Get on the bed, both of you!” John groaned. He had played
with himself too vigorously and he seemed on the point of spending.
“You could at least take your clothes off too,” Kate said to
John. He nodded. It seemed a good distraction for his hands. He began
removing his clothes. But when Kate and Rose walked toward him to help
him he motioned them to both get into bed.
Kate made Rose mount the bed first. She peered at Rose’s sweet
bottom as the woman climbed up onto the bed. The space between Rose’s
cleft cheeks showed briefly as Rose got on the bed. Kate told her to
crawl to the headboard and lower her head to the pillow without lowering
her bottom. Like a puppy, Rose obeyed. When she reached the headboard
she plopped her face into the pillow and prepared herself for her
spanking by gently biting it.
“Good,” Kate said. “But don’t keep your legs together. John
wants to see them wide apart and so do I. It shows off your submission
more completely.” Kate was amazed at herself as she spoke. Her voice
was firm and certain, though she felt queasy inside. Awkwardly she
climbed up onto the bed. Her tight corset inhibited her movements.
When she was on the bed she crawled forward erectly until she was behind
Rose. She moved a little to the side of Rose to better swing in the
crop.
Kate patted Rose’s ass. It was plump and round but smallish,
the kind of girlish ass men die for. “Play with your pussy. It’ll ease
the pain some,” Kate said. Rose lifted her hands and placed them
protectively over her dell.
“Don’t block my view of it. Play in it, with your fingers,”
Kate said. She gave Rose a handslap on her adorable bottom. Rose
gasped and did as she was told. “Ah, your fingers get wet right away,”
Kate observed. “Being punished excites you.”
“Being naked excites me, in front of a man like John,” Rose
answered softly. She bit more deeply into her pillow and awaited the
inevitable.
“This is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me,”
Kate said. She smiled and put her fingers into her own pussy to
stimulate herself and relieve herself a little, both at the same time.
She sighed softly. Her breasts rose and fell. Then, lifting her free
hand, she raised her arm high above her head. With an uncertain swing
she brought the crop down on Rose’s bare bottom.
“Oh!” Rose gasped, but the blow wasn’t too hard.
“We’ll be here all day if you do it like that,” John snarled.
Kate looked back at him. He was anxious for his cock. He’d strummed it
right up to the brink and could hardly enjoy himself now, for fear of
spending. Kate guessed he wanted to show his strength to Rose by
buggering her or fucking her up her well-offered cunt, if he could only
keep his sperm in himself long enough.
Rose lifted her head at the sound of John’s voice. “I don’t
wish to be fucked,” she said plainly. “That’s why I wish to be forced
to scream with the crop, and to have you watch and play with yourself as
it happens. I’m a virgin. When I find Mr. Right, then I’ll give in,
but only on my bridal bed. That’s why I like bondage. It lets me fool
around and still be pure.” She put her head down and bit the pillow
again, with a look of fright on her face lest John break all the rules
and force himself on her.
“What?!” John roared. “You--” he fell silent, speechless.
Even Kate felt dumbfounded. The woman had dressed so provocatively, and
encouraged everyone to enjoy themselves, yet she was withholding
herself?
“I should punish you very hard for denying my master like
that,” Kate said to Rose. She looked down at the woman’s offered rump
and her exposed pussy, and her twinkling bare anal hole that showed
itself between her open cheeks.
“Yes, hard enough at least to mark me,” Rose said. “So I have
a souvenir of the night.”
“Your bottom will be quite a souvenir then!” Kate shouted, her
voice highpitched. She brought her arm swinging down across Kate’s
fanny and gave her an ass-thumping blow.
“Yeeeoww!” Rose said between clenched teeth as she bit into her
pillow. A mark formed across Rose’s bottom, marring the perfect
splendor of her white cheeks.
“Give it to her good,” John growled. Kate heard a slight sense
of relief in his voice, though, and realized John intended on shooting
out his cum as he watched. Kate looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Try not to spill on her nice carpet,” Kate said to John. “Get
a cup or something.”
“Fuck you!” John shouted. “Are you in cahoots with her? Two
women can never be trusted. I should punish you both myself. And fuck
you.”
“Just watch as I make her look as wealed on her bottom as I
am,” Kate sniffed. She was beginning to find John a bother. She liked
his rough-and-ready attitude but she didn’t want him controlling her
relationship with Rose. She liked having this lovely woman ass-up in
front of her, especially since she was like a nun, still a virgin, being
whipped, it seemed, for her sinful thoughts.
Kate slammed another blow into Rose’s heinie. Rose bounced on
her knees and rubbed herself furiously. “Ohhh, not too many of those,
please,” Rose said when she’d caught her breath. Kate laughed at the
woman, so penitent, yet afraid of her requested punishment all the same.
“God will do as God will do, and me too!” Kate chimed. She
felt holy somehow, spanking this woman, making her smart and cry out.
She gave Rose another smack. The crop was thin and it left a mark like
Rose apparently wanted it to, sharp and thin and wealy-red. Kate
realized Rose had challenged herself by picking such a thin crop. She
didn’t just want to stick up her bare bottom and feel it whacked. She
wanted to push farther, to dare herself. As Kate watched, Rose rotated
her bottom obscenely and mouthed her pillow and rubbed herself and began
crying a little.
“You’ll make the pillow all wet, crybaby!” Kate admonished her
captive. It mattered not that it was Rose’s pillow in Rose’s house. It
was still a wet pillow, if Rose insisted on crying into it, and Kate
punished her for wetting the pillow with her tears.
WHACK! The crop hit distinctly across the crown of Rose’s
bottom, marring both summits with a bright red line. Rose let out a
howl and tears issued forth more freely from her sobbing eyes. Kate
struck again, careful not to hit her twice in the same spot, for she
didn’t want to truly hurt the woman, only mark her so she’d have
something to look at in the mirror the next day, when all the guests
were gone and Kate was the property of her master again.
WHACK! THWACK! Kate gulped as she realized her aim had been
off on the latest blow. She’d hit Rose twice in the same exact spot.
Rose squeezed her cheeks hard and lifted her head and screamed.
“I’m sorry,” Kate moaned. She rubbed herself as she watched
Rose twirl her bottom around and clench her cheeks together.
“No, please punish me, don’t spare me,” Rose replied. “I must
pay for not letting John fuck me.”
“Yes! Whack her ‘til she’s raw!” John ordered. Kate nodded
and purposely aimed for places she’d struck before. She flailed away,
banging her crop into Rose’s soft bottom again and again. Rose howled
and shook her head, her hair falling free. She mooned Kate with her
cheeks, sticking her ass back at her tormentress. She farted once,
making Kate pause and draw back and pass her hand in front of her nose
to fan away the scent of Rose’s hole. Kate made Rose pay for the fart
with a vertical blow straight down the middle of Rose’s bottomcrack.
Rose shrieked and sobbed loudly. Yet she kept her fingers on her
honeyed pussy, frigging it with a strange kind of painful pleasure.
At last Kate couldn’t bear to hit Rose anymore. She was afraid
if she struck one of Rose’s rising weals she’d draw blood. She tossed
the crop completely off the bed so she wouldn’t be tempted to use it
again, no matter what. She glanced back at John. He’d cum at some
point, groaning loudly, but she’d been too busy with Rose to bother
herself watching him. He’d retreated to a comfy chair now, sitting on
it bare-assed, with the remnants of his manhood puddling the carpet and
slowly sinking into it.
“Don’t whack my bottom please, John,” Kate told him. John
nodded mutely. He seemed to have lost some of his fire. He still
played with himself, waiting for his strength to return so he could
rejoin the fun.
Kate untied her corset. She yanked on its gripping shell to
get it sufficiently open so that she could bend down. Then she bent and
sniffed Rose’s bottom. She had a strange desire, and she knew if she
hesitated she would never fulfill it. She extended her tongue. She
clapped her hands to Rose’s bottom to still its movements. Rose
shrieked at the sudden pressure on her raw heinie. Even the touch of
another female hurt now.
“Quiet. I’m going to make you a little better,” Kate told
Rose. Then, curling her tongue, she stuck it boldly into the valley
between Rose’s cheeks. She knew what she was looking for and she
quickly found it. She spread Rose wide, fighting the woman’s desire to
close herself off in back, and rimmed Rose’s anal hole with her tongue.
“I’m going in,” Kate said breathlessly, and did her best to penetrate
the virgin sphincter. She was astonished at herself, but she
persevered, and she wondered if Rose was as astonished as she herself
was. She delved with difficulty into Rose’s anus. It was tight, but
Kate was determined. “Spread, spread. Open, open. Stop fighting me!”
Kate breathed aloud. Then she stabbed at Rose’s virgin hole again and
felt her tongue slide inside.
BEHIND THE SCENES
by holy joe
Have you ever wanted to publish your own porno magazine? A
real magazine, that’s distributed on all the newsstands?
Put aside the fantasy of living in a big mansion with dozens of
beautiful, naked girls. That comes later, if you’re successful. The
first question you have to answer is, “How many pages should my magazine
be?”
A magazine is published on a large press, that prints eight
pages at a time. This is known as a ‘signature sheet’. Any magazine
you buy will contain a certain number of pages that can be divided by
the number eight. (This does not include the cover, which is printed
separately.)
It is generally agreed that the minimum number of pages for a
magazine is 32. If a magazine is slimmer than that, it will get damaged
during delivery to the newsstands, because it’s too flimsy. That’s why
a comic book is 32 pages long.
I have been researching magazines. The minimum number of pages
that I have found is 96. Girls’ magazines like “Moxie Girl” and “Twist”
are 96 pages long. So too men’s magazines like “Panty Play”, and “Oui
International”.
A bigger magazine, with more pages, like “Playboy”, has lots of
ads. So while a big, successful magazine may be thicker, that doesn’t
necessarily mean it has more pages of editorial content. (Although,
with lots of advertisers, a magazine can afford to have more editorial
content if it wants to.)
Should your magazine be perfect-bound, or stapled? I have made
this discovery: a perfect-bound magazine looks quite skinny. But if
you staple your magazine, it looks thicker! Even though it is exactly
the same number of pages as a perfect-bound magazine, it appears to have
more content.
What price will your magazine be? If it’s a standard men’s
magazine, it will have to be priced somewhere between $4.95 and $6.99.
“Playboy” is $4.95. “Penthouse” is $5.99. “Hustler” is $6.99. “Panty
Play”, despite being only 96 pages long, is $6.99. (Remember, a new
magazine like “Panty Play” doesn’t have lots of advertiser support.)
So how much should your magazine cost? I have this opinion: a
reader thinks in terms of magazines, not in terms of dollars. Assuming
none of the magazines are expensive imports, he generally regards each
magazine as costing five dollars. So, he’s not really concerned with
whether a magazine is $5.99 or $6.99. Both are roughly the same price.
What he IS concerned with, however, is the number of magazines he’s
buying. Is he going to walk out of the store with three magazines, or
four? That is his concern. He is not really checking to see if your
magazine is a dollar more or a dollar less.
Another fact is important: once the reader has browsed a
magazine, and is ‘hooked’, cost is irrelevant. I mean, if your magazine
costs $15.00, there’s a chance he won’t buy it. But he’s not going to
flip over a girl, only to see the magazine is $6.99, instead of $5.99,
and not buy. If he likes what’s inside, he’s prepared to pay the
standard price, which ranges from $4.95 to $6.99.
Assuming you shoot for the maximum price, should your magazine
be $6.95, or $6.99? Although “Playboy” is $4.95, the “Playboy Newsstand
Special” magazines are $6.95. Do you really think a reader is going to
put a “Playboy Newsstand Special” back on the rack if it’s $6.99,
instead of $6.95? I doubt it. So Hugh Hefner is throwing away many,
many dollars, by under-pricing his magazines by four cents. On the
other hand, perhaps readers appreciate the fact that Hefner isn’t
grasping for every last penny.
Which brings up the question, “Why is Playboy, supposedly the
flagship of all men’s magazines, only $4.95?” My opinion is that it is
only $4.95 because that’s all it’s worth. If Hefner tripled the
pictorial content, and actually ran pictorials that were fun to jack off
to, then he could definitely charge more. But, as it is, Playboy is
worth no more than $4.95. (Especially with that shitty paper Hefner now
uses, that gets damaged before it even leaves the factory!)
As you can see, publishing your own men’s magazine requires a
lot of thought. I haven’t even discussed photography in this essay, or
makeup, or clothes, or set design. But knowing how many pages you need,
and how to price your magazine, is an important first step.
(Oh yeah. One other thing. Don’t get married, and have kids,
or your fantasy of having your own porno magazine is probably doomed.
Instead of spending your money on printing, and girls, and camera
equipment, you’ll be buying strollers and diapers!)
Anilingus
by M. Kettner
multi-tongued am I, judging by the response,
whenever I lick your booty
cheeks to cheeks, so to speak
ridged, not smooth
less surface to roam
crack to crack coverage not a bad idea either
if only briefly
for the lure of tight spaces draws one back
yearning after the sweet taste of the dark skin
guarding that shadowed airlock
AND IN THE END...
THE VALUE OF A GOOD EDUCATION
“There is no cleverer firm than Long-Term Capital Management
(LTCM), whose founders include Myron Scholes and Robert Merton, joint
winners of the Nobel prize for economics in 1997 for their theories on
how to price financial risk. Nor one more humbled: the firm has
managed to lose most of the $4.8 billion of capital with which it
started the year.”
- The Economist, September 26, 1998, pg. 71.
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