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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: Pete’s Paddles
Issue No. 350
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter Four
Jennifer took off her oven mitts. She kept her eyes lowered,
but I saw them widen as she caught her first sight of Dick’s cock. It
stretched forth across the table, quite frankly. A dollop of pre-cum
was forming on his noodle plate. I guessed he’d insist on switching
plates with me, or Katy, when the time came to eat our sushi. Typical
man. He paid no attention to all the fresh cum he was dripping, the
advance issue, because he would make me or Katy eat it. So he just
dripped and dripped, oblivious, and enjoying our endearing eyes as we
watched his thing bob over his plate.
“Should I get the noodles now, ma’am?” Jennifer asked, keeping
her eyes properly lowered. How proper the Asians are. She was learning
well. But I was frightened for her, for from my seat I could see a bit
of her outcurving hiney, her blouse lying partly upon it, leaving the
underside bare, and she had bright red lines there from being whipped.
I felt my own bottom upon my cushion. It was quiet, content. But my
pussy yearned for Dick’s cock and I knew, getting it, I’d be made to
suffer on my fanny. I swallowed and tried not to think about that.
Perhaps Jennifer had fallen, or sat on something she shouldn’t have, I
told myself. A hot barbeque grill, perhaps. Yes. She’d sat on the
barbeque grill and fried up her buns. Silly girl.
“Light incense for us,” Katy told Jennifer. Obediently the
girl rose up from the table. She walked to the wall and bent over and
opened a small lacquered box. Dick, I, and Katy watched as she bent
over in her blouse, all the rest of her bare right down to her feet. A
slim black collar ringed her neck. Earrings dangled from her ears. Yet
she had no underpants on to keep us from seeing her bottom. Katy,
making me up, had permitted me earrings. Now I felt I was seeing my own
fate imprinted on Jennifer’s bottom. It was quite well marked and she
tensed as she felt her skin tighten where she’d been punished. Dick,
gasping a little pleasurable sigh, flexed his cock involuntarily,
spilling more pre-cum on his plate. By now a thread of pre-cum dangled
down from his pee hole to the surface of his plate, never breaking, just
contributing more oozing sperm to the pool he was already building
there.
“Punishing her infractions helps her learn,” Katy told Dick,
ignoring me. He smiled as he watched her punished bottom and saw her
sigh as she forced herself to stand upright again, despite her burning
tushy. “I’ve been training her all morning. Sauron and I were just
enjoying our tea with her when you arrived. I’m sure he’ll be back
soon. But in the meantime Jennifer has an opportunity to learn new
steps, like making incense and arranging flowers. She can step outside
and cut us some roses in a minute.”
As we watched, Jennifer went about the room with little sticks
of incense. There were holders in the wall, little gripping tubes, and
she slipped a stick of incense in each one of them. Then, lighting her
final stick with a Bic, she used the burning stick to light all the
others. The aroma was pure Orient; mingled Hong Kong smells, or
Japanese market smells, above the madding crowd where the wealthy drew
their curtains and practised ancient rituals in their modern
skyscrapers. When all the incense sticks were placed and lit, Jennifer
opened a sliding glass door behind us and stepped outdoors and cut some
flower stems with full-bloom roses on them. She fetched vases of jade
from the kitchen, some of it white and some marble, one purest green,
and arranged the flowers in them, one stem per vase, or two at most.
Katy, meanwhile, proceeded to prepare our tea. She poured hot
water from the boiling tea kettle into our cups. But she was only
rinsing them, I saw, for she replaced the pot on the hotplate and dumped
the water from our cups into a little waste bowl sitting beside her.
There was a folded piece of red silk next to her plate and she unfolded
it, then wiped out our cups. A ritual, I knew. The cups were as clean
as before, but the ceremony must be performed according to the ancient
laws.
I watched, fascinated, as Katy spooned green leaves from a
little pile beside her plate into our cups. Jennifer, meanwhile, her
flower arranging done, had sat beside me, and she brushed my shoulder
with her hand.
“Hi, Jennifer,” I gushed. I was overwhelmed with the
daintiness of it all. I had always played tea as a little girl but,
sitting here, with the soft scent all around me, in my lungs, the
flowers so pretty, I was inspired and awed. Only Dick’s penis intruded
into an otherwise vastly feminine scene.
Breathing lightly upon my bare shoulder as she reached across
me, Jennifer took both of my hands in hers. She made me turn slightly
so that I could present my hands to her. I watched, my concentration
broken from Katy’s ceremony, as Jennifer, her hands so small and
perfect, slipped leather mittens onto my hands. She tied them at my
wrists, and I could only guess that I was to perform some aspect of this
ancient ceremony. But the gloves looked strangely modern. They were
made of black leather and had black drawstrings. With them on, I had no
thumbs or fingers. My hands were encased. I was still free to move my
hands wherever I wished, but I had my fingers held together, immobile
inside the gloves and my thumbs too.
“What are these for?” I asked Jennifer. She did not answer.
“They’re bondage gloves, silly. Haven’t you ever worn any
before?” Katy asked, looking up from the tea she was preparing for us.
“No,” I gasped. “Why must I wear them?”
Katy looked at me slyly. “We’re not just here to drink tea,
honey,” she said. I gulped and looked at my hands. With the
drawstrings tied tightly round my wrists, it was impossible for me to
remove the gloves now. I raised a glove to my mouth.
“Don’t use your teeth to undo them,” Katy told me. And, on
instinct or by some previous plan, Jennifer, my former friend, plucked
my silken undies from the table where I’d laid them, beside my plate,
and popped them in my mouth. They were red, and I looked like a clown,
I thought, sitting there with my red panties stuffed in my mouth. Dick,
watching, seemed not the least disturbed by my plight.
Katy filled our cups with hot water and stirred them with the
quill of an ostrich feather. “You must hold your panties in your mouth
while you drink your tea,” she told me, matter-of-factly, as if it were
nothing at all to pour tea over one’s underpants. “Let the tea move
through your silk panties and then down your throat. You will taste a
little of yourself, I think. Your essence. Your excitement. It will
prepare you for our visit downstairs, to the dungeon.”
Jennifer, ever the helpful maiden, inquired under our table
with her fingers and drew forth a pair of steel handcuffs. Adeptly, as
if in another life she’d been a policewoman, she locked my wrists
together.
“Jennifer, Don’t!” I implored. My panties in my mouth blocked
my words, but she could still understand me. Or so I thought. She
ignored me. Katy passed me my tea and I was forced to take it with my
hands cuffed and mittens enclosing my fingers, making my hands into
flippers.
SMALL PRESS Comic NEWS
“My [planned] comic convention is defunct,” writes Joe Eibe.
“Only two dealers were interested, and I couldn’t come up with the money
for the hall.
“I went to ComicCon last year, and got my picture in a Japanese
model mag, and in ASH #4. If you haven’t checked my web site since
August, I put in [info about] my time at ComicCon.
“I hope to have one garage kit done by April, so check my site,
soon.
Joe Eibe: http://www.snowcrest.net/rbluff/jag/
VIDEO REVIEWS
by holy joe
Restrained by Desire, $29.95. (Formerly $39.95.) VHS Tape, Color, 70
minutes. Shot on film. (Not video tape.) By Ernest Greene. Stars
Chasey Lain. Critics’ Choice Video: 1-800-367-7765. Web:
http://www.ccvideo.com
Review: Today’s question: what is it that guys like us watch,
when stupid girls are ignoring us?
Answer: This video!
I have seen quite a few videos by Ernest Greene. He is
universally acknowledged as “the master of bondage videos.”
Ernest Greene, as far as I can tell, began life as a young punk
rocker. Instead of just going to clubs and shooting drugs, he got hold
of a camera. He began making videos. They starred women, some
attractive, some not. In the videos the women wear sexy leather
‘clothing’. They punish each other.
If you’re looking to see women being actually whipped, or even
spanked, forget it.
If you’re looking to see women pretending to be whipped, as in
The Story of O, forget it.
What does a whipping consist of, in an Ernest Greene video? It
consists of one woman spending many, many minutes whisking a whip across
the bottom of another woman. But the other woman seems not to be
affected in any way by the whipping.
That, in effect, is what an Ernest Greene video consists of.
Most of the Ernest Greene videos I’ve seen are simply not worth
buying. I do have a lot of respect for a punk rocker who can build a
bondage empire, consisting of videos, and win international renown.
However, given the fact that the women in the Ernest Greene videos can
be quite unattractive, and aren’t really whipped, I don’t consider them
worth buying.
What are the positive aspects of an Ernest Greene video? Well,
Ernest Greene does really like bondage. He makes quality bondage sets
and costumes. Second, his videos are improving. He’s switched from
video tape to film. He’s now able to hire reasonably attractive
actresses.
The best actress I’ve ever seen in any porno video is Chasey
Lain. Chasey has a very slow, sexy way of acting. Chasey is one of the
women who stars in Restrained by Desire. She makes this video worth
buying. (This is, in fact, the only Ernest Greene video I’ve seen that
I considered to be worth the money.)
This video begins with a blonde woman being ‘tortured.’ She’s
reasonably attractive. The best part is when she’s made to wear
something under her chin. It looks like a big plate. It cuts off her
view of her lower body, where another woman is busily torturing her
pussy. (It’s more fun, I suppose, when you can’t see what a torturer is
doing to you.)
“Please, mistress, may I cum?” the trapped blonde begs the
film’s mistress, as a second female jabs at her pussy with a vibrator.
That was a good scene.
Another scene that’s even better stars Chasey Lain. In this
segment, Chasey is whipped. (Like I said, an Ernest Greene whipping is
one where nothing happens. I found the whipping quite boring.) Then,
however, comes the good part. Chasey is made to kneel and blow-job a
woman who’s wearing a rubber dildo. You might think, ‘that’s boring,
compared to a real penis.’ Perhaps. But I have no interest in watching
a real man, with a real penis. A woman, on the other hand, wearing a
fake penis, is quite enjoyable to watch. I liked this scene a lot. The
rubber dildo wiggles, stiffly, just like a real penis would, which makes
it look quite sexy. You have not lived until you’ve seen Chasey Lain
blow-job the dildo in this video! I would recommend it to every female
in the world to watch. It’s a very, very instructive scene, showing how
to do a proper blow-job.
When Chasey has blow-jobbed the dildo, it’s time for her to be
fucked by it! First, the woman fucks her in her pussy. That’s a good
scene. But then the best scene I’ve ever watched in a porno movie
comes: Chasey Lain gets fucked up the butt by the dildo!
What a great scene! You never actually see the dildo go into
Chasey’s butthole. However, you do see it oiled up, as it wiggles
expectantly. You also see Chasey Lain’s bottom oiled. Then, the camera
switches to Chasey’s face and you see her wince and moan as the dildo is
(apparently) inserted!
I give this video a high recommendation. The actresses put
their all into their performances, kissing and consoling each other even
as they punish each other. Chasey Lain is fantastic. (Particularly in
the blow-job scene, and getting fucked up the butt.)
Something I found unfortunate is that, when a punishment scene
starts, the woman is already bound and tied. It would be far better, I
think, to see her undress, and to see her getting tied up. Then, when
she is whipped, she should be responsive!!! I don’t need to actually
see her receiving a real whipping. However, as with Chasey apparently
getting fucked up the butt, she should *pretend*, at least, to be
suffering. If she just stands there, as she does in all Ernest Greene’s
videos, what’s the point?
The Story of O, $39.95. VHS Tape, Color, 97 minutes. Critics’ Choice
Video: 1-800-367-7765. Web: http://www.ccvideo.com
Review: This is a great video! It’s about the sexual
adventures of a young girl in France. In this video, it’s unlikely that
the actress is actually getting whipped, in real life. But boy, she
sure *pretends* she’s getting whipped! You see her kick, and scream,
and moan. You see a gradual transformation too: at first she’s yelling
very loudly, when she gets her first whipping. In later whippings,
she’s able to bear her punishment more easily. Finally, at the end of
the film, she’s given a chance to whip another girl. She does-- but
then, in a wonderful scene, she throws down the whip and apologizes to
the girl for whipping her.
This video begins with a girl who has a lover. He wants to see
her whipped. (God knows why.) He takes her to a special house and
leaves her there. There she is whipped and tortured by various male
‘masters,’ along with other female ‘slaves.’ She eventually falls in
love with one of her masters. (Again, God knows why.) Finally, the
girl (named O) is released back to her boyfriend.
The boyfriend, you would think, would be glad to get his
girlfriend back in one piece. (If slightly used.) Not this guy! He
instantly turns her over to another man. This man fucks her up the butt
and whips her. Finally, O is taken to a ‘school for girls.’ There, a
woman tortures her some more, and teaches her to torture other girls at
the school.
What is so great about this video? Well, first of all, this is
a real movie. It has amazing scenes in it. Even scenes of O walking in
the street, with her clothes on, can be quite fascinating to watch.
Furthermore, like I said, when O is whipped, you see her suffering!
When she’s fucked up the butt, you see her suffering. When you see her
fucked in the cunt, you see her suffering. When you see her giving a
blow job, she looks like a real female, submissively giving a real (but
artfully done) blow job.
At the same time, however, the entire film consists of
*acting*. (So far as I can tell.) At no time does O actually get
whipped, fucked up the butt, fucked in the cunt, or give a blow job.
But the acted-out scenes of her doing these things are highly
convincing. In my case, I have almost zero interest in seeing a real
live female actually whipped, or actually fucked. But I must say that I
do like highly artistic, well-acted scenes of these sorts of things
happening.
I have never found another film of the quality of The Story of
O. It appears to be a one-of-a kind film.
One thing that was very bad about The Story of O that I got on
videocassette, however, is the tape quality. God, what a shitty tape!
I don’t think it was a manufacturing defect. I think, for some reason,
the master of this film (which was made 24 years ago) has degenerated.
So, while I highly recommend this film, at the same time, I must warn
you that the tape quality truly sucks.
Well, girls, now you know what happens while you’re busily
ignoring us guys! We’re not sitting home crying. No, no. We’re
consulting with Ernest Greene and The Story of O. So when you do
finally agree to go out with us, we’ll know what to do.
WHACK!
Incidentally, in perusing the Critics’ Choice catalogue, you
may see VHS tapes for sale under the title “Dream Girls” or even
“Dreamgirls.” There is no connection between those tapes and me. When
I get enough money to make a tape, I’ll let you know. And I’m not going
to fool around naming it some name I came up with myself. I’m going to
call it “Coca-Cola Girls.”
AND IN THE END...
“Spare the rod and spoil the child.”
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