Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 39    Monday    July 3, 1995  
alt.stories.erotic  alt.sex.stories

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Seven
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Six

         The erotic tableau broke up slowly.  Steve, finally managing yet 
another ejaculation, detached himself from Cindy and rolled onto his 
back.  Cindy rolled over on top of him.  Betsy, the only one who had not 
managed to derive pleasure between her thighs from the recent events, 
regarded Cindy's upturned form for a moment and then tossed herself 
down upon the girl, rubbing her pussy to Cindy's and feeling the spark of 
Cindy's nipples upon her own breasts.  Steve, relishing the feel of 
Cindy's hot bottom upon his loins, his chest to the brunette's back, 
watched raptly as Betsy began humping.  Cindy responded reluctantly, 
her wounded bottom feeling both pleasure and pain as it ground against 
Steve's genitals.  
         Beside Steve, at the same time, Elaine was humping Susie.  Steve 
gazed happily at the mirror on the ceiling over the bed, and winked at 
himself.  Heaven couldn't be any better than this.
         "What exactly do you have in mind for me?" Susie asked later as 
she lay with Elaine.  She stroked the jet black hair that tumbled over 
the woman's lovely face.  
         "You'll just have to wait and see," Elaine said, squirming slightly 
upon the girl.  Betsy lay on the other side of Susie, stroking the blonde's 
long locks.  Cindy lay with her front against Betsy's back, gazing lazily 
over the redhead at Susie.  Cindy's hand caressed Betsy's frail shoulder, 
then lifted up to settle upon Susie's nearest nipple.  Steve lay behind 
Cindy, making her bottom twitch as he coated it with a cool salve.  His 
penis lay across his lower thigh, half erect, slowly recovering.  Cindy 
felt it brush against the underside of her bottom as it regained a 
portion of its strength.
         "I think a hot bath is in order," Elaine said, lifting her head 
slightly to address the group.
         "What time is it?" Susie asked.
         "Time for you to meet some pilots and stewardesses that have 
just disembarked from a late night flight," Elaine said, returning her 
gaze to the girl.  "But first you must bathe."  Elaine hoisted herself up 
from the warmth of the coterie.  She rolled off the bed and then, 
standing, pulled Susie up in turn.  Still somewhat groggy, the blonde 
allowed Elaine to take her by the hand and escort her from the cabin.  
The air outside was cold.
         "I'm freezing!" Susie said, wrapping an arm over her bare breasts 
as Elaine led her through the trees.  She was bereft of heels now, and 
the sticks and foliage on the forest floor hurt her feet.
         "There should be some horses pasturing just up ahead," Elaine told 
Susie.  "We must hurry, or we won't have time for your bath before the 
guests arrive."  Susie turned to look over her shoulder, but there was 
nobody following.  She thought she heard the fall of a leather lash upon 
bare flesh and a scream that sounded like Betsy's.
         True to Elaine's prediction, a loose young mare was found 
munching grass between the trees.  "It's her favorite spot," Elaine 
whispered to Susie of the horse.  The woman called to the horse, and it 
came.  With some effort, and much pushing on her bottom, Susie was 
made to mount the horse.  It had neither saddle nor reins.  Susie grasped 
its mane.  She could feel the indentations Elaine's long nails had made 
in her bottom.
         Elaine, somewhat more expert at mounting, clambered up behind 
Susie.  She cradled the girl in her arms.  Her large breasts felt warm 
against Susie's back.  Susie's own mammaries were exposed to the chill 
of the night air.  Her pussy rubbed involuntarily upon the horse's back.  
Elaine blew in Susie's ear and the girl knew the woman's pussy was 
also being aroused by the undulations of the horse.  Elaine spoke a word 
and the horse took off in a trot, heading for the mansion.  The females 
bounced upon their steed, Susie afraid she might fall, Elaine consoling 
her fears by clasping her firmly in her arms.  Susie felt both secure and 
prisoner.
         At the house Elaine gave Susie an assiduous soaping, working out 
the last marks of the birch from her skin.  Susie wondered if the 
imprints from the birch were only to be replaced by more, this time 
from a bullwhip.  A butler brought fruit and cheese, and Elaine urged 
Susie to eat.
         "You will need your strength," Elaine said, popping a morsel of 
cheese into Susie's mouth and making her chew and swallow it.  Susie 
asked for what she was being prepared, but Elaine said only that the 
girl would never forgive herself if she passed up the opportunity to 
meet the handsome pilots she had in store for her.  With misgivings 
Susie obeyed the woman, eating all she was told to and doing her best 
to chat happily with the woman.  She suspected any attempt on her part 
to escape would only be thwarted by the butler, who she sensed was 
standing just outside the bathroom door.  Soft classical music, wafting 
from some recondite speaker, helped soothe Susie's misgivings as she 
continued to permit the woman to entertain her.  Finally, after about an 
hour, Elaine bid her to rise from the bath and together they toweled 
each other off.  Elaine paid no more attention to Susie's tits and pussy 
than any other part of her body, and Susie suspected that she was now 
being saved for whatever lay ahead.
         Dawn was breaking through a window when Susie was escorted 
into an adjacent bedroom and dressed in a long, formal gown by Elaine.  
Susie protested that she must call her grandmomma, but Elaine hushed 
her with the words that all had already been taken care of in that 
regard.  Finally Susie was led downstairs, her braless breasts thrusting 
impudently against the fabric of her low cut gown.  Her nipples, 
intrigued by what had already transpired and what unknown events 
were still to come, stood erect, making small points in the front of her 
gown.  The dress hugged her hips, outlining the swell of her regal 
bottom.  Susie wore no panties, and wondered how long the gown would 
be allowed to hide the charms of her nether parts.  She glanced down, 
unsteady on the spire-like heels that Elaine had provided her with.  Her 
gown shimmered.
         Susie was led into a room with men and women in it, most 
dressed either in pilot's uniforms or stewardesses' outfits.  They were 
all standing, grouped in little cliques exchanging bits of gossip.  Most 
looked up when Susie entered, and the girl was regarded with warm 
eyes.  Susie was shown around the group by Elaine, and introductions 
were made.  Only first names were given.
         After a bit a woman, who was named Gloria and about Elaine's 
age, declared that she was thirsty.  The assemblage proceeded into an 
adjacent room, which proved to have a dining table in it.  A pilot 
gallantly seated Susie at the table as the others also took to the chairs.  
Gloria seated herself beside Susie.  The woman seemed very friendly, 
and Susie found herself liking her.  The pilot who had seated Susie sat 
on her other side.  Soon Susie learned that the two of them were 
married.
         Wine began being passed around, much as it had been the night 
before.  "Elaine, I can't take any more wine," Susie pleaded.
         "Of course, dear, I'd rather you drank water anyway," Elaine said.  
"I should have made Cindy and Betsy drink water last night."
         An older gentleman spoke up.  "Have you been, er, correcting any 
girls lately?" the man asked Elaine.
         "Yes, I just finished with one an hour ago," Elaine said.  "I 
wouldn't have wanted to hit her any harder than I did, but if she had 
been fully sober she would have felt more pain."
         "Ah, yes," the gentleman agreed, with a solemn mien usually found 
only amongst abstract discussions of academia.  "One does not wish to 
mark the girl too badly, for only when her bottom has returned to its 
snow white hue can a whip properly be taken to it again."  He delicately 
lifted his wine glass and swirled its contents, then sniffed it.  "At the 
same time, whilst not actually harming her, one does wish for her to 
feel a maximum of pain.  For this reason she ought be fully sober, and 
perhaps even have her derriere sprayed down beforehand with salt 
water."  Susie gulped.  She was glad the man was seated far from her.
         A girl, no more than sixteen, tripped out on a pair of spiked heels.  
She was obviously just becoming accustomed to such mature footwear.  
In sharp contrast to the businesslike attire of the guests, she wore 
only a stringy black bikini.  Susie couldn't figure out whether it had 
originally been marketed as underwear or a swimsuit.  The girl had 
juggernaut breasts that seemed almost to explode out of her skimpy 
bra.  In contrast she had a boyish waist, but with an impudent, upthrust 
bottom.  The girl set down a silver tray before Susie.  Upon it were over 
half a dozen small bottles of expensive European water.
         "Which would you like first?" the girl asked Susie.  She seemed to 
possess a maturity beyond her years, despite her obvious unfamiliarity 
with heels.  She rested a hand on Susie's shoulder to steady herself.
         "You must drink them all," Elaine said to Susie.  The older man 
who had spoken so astutely of whipping gazed at Susie with glowing 
eyes.
         "I really must be getting on home," Susie said, making to rise.  
Gloria's hand was suddenly on her shoulder, opposite the hand of the 
girl in the black bikini.
         "You do expect to be undressed, do you not?" Gloria asked Susie, 
as if surprised at her reluctance.
         "I've already been, thanks," Susie said, still bent on rising.  
         "She had a bit of fun at the cabin last night," Elaine said.  "Even 
got a few strokes from a birch rod on her bottom."  The eyes of the 
guests widened and not a few heads nodded in approval.
         The pilot who sat next to Susie placed a hand upon the bottom of 
the black bikinied girl.  "When is the last time you enjoyed such 
instruction?" he asked the girl.  
         "Pull down my panties and see," the girl said casually, glancing 
back over her shoulder at him.  Susie wondered at this, as at least a 
third of the girl's heinie was already visible, her undies being too small 
to cover all of her bottom.  
         The pilot took the girl up on her offer.  With an almost reverent 
air he pulled the delicate fabric of her panties down over the curve of 
her bottom.  Several of the men drew in their breath in admiration.  
Even Susie was not deprived of a view of the girl's posterior, thanks to 
the room's many mirrors.  The girl's bottom was snow white.
         "You look like you may be in need of a lesson," the pilot said.  His 
finger lingered in the fabric of her panties where they bunched beneath 
her rear.
         "I prefer to be the dominatrix," the girl said.  "I only let a man 
train me when I'm finished with him...if he has any strength left."
         "You...allow this?" the older man who prided himself on his 
knowledge of the lash asked Elaine.
         "Indeed I do," Elaine said.  "It's only fair she go first, seeing how 
young she is."
         "How about your breasts?" the older man asked the 16-year-old.
         "They need it too, just like my bottom," the girl said smugly, with 
a look that dared him to submit to her.
         "May we see them?" the older man asked.
         "I think my bottom is enough for you," the girl said.
         "Impudent bitch!" the older man screamed, suddenly livid with 
rage.  Shaking, he turned to Elaine.  "This girl must be flogged at 
once...and hard!"
         "Now I know my bottom is all you can handle," the 16-year-old 
smirked.  She pirouetted on her heels and sashayed from the room, 
suddenly more confident in her heels thanks to her winning riposte with 
the man.  Elaine put her hand upon the man's and implored him to settle 
down.
         "You may look at Susie's breasts, for she is about to grace our 
meal, such as it is, with her mammaries."  Elaine nodded to Gloria who, 
as if on cue, drew a long pair of scissors from her purse.  They glinted 
wickedly in the light of the candles set upon the table.  
         "Please!" Susie said, drawing back, but Gloria's husband put a 
restraining arm across her shoulders.
         "Now, now," Gloria's husband said to Susie.  "You can't expect us to 
let such beauty go unadmired.  You, after all, are 18."  Gloria put the 
scissors to Susie's chest.  
         "But this dress is expensive!" Susie blurted in a last ditch effort 
to save her modesty before the guests.  
         "It was purchased last night just for you, whilst we were at play 
in the cabin," Elaine said.  "It was charged to my account, and I feel it 
will present you at your best when it has been properly trimmed."
         At once Gloria began cutting downward along the inside edge of 
the dress' right shoulder strap.  At first Susie thought the woman was 
going to cut the straps off, but she did not.  Instead she merely cut 
carefully down the side of Susie's right tit, then beneath her breasts, 
and finally up along the outside edge of her left tit.  A panel of fabric 
fell away, totally exposing Susie's breasts but otherwise leaving the 
gown intact.
         "Now drink," Gloria admonished, pointing to the bottles of water 
which had been set before Susie.  With a quavering hand the blonde 
reached out and lifted the nearest bottle to her lips.  She began pouring 
the clear, fresh contents down her throat, swallowing, aware that all 
eyes were upon her breasts as they gently jiggled in time to her gulps.  
         When Susie had finished the first bottle Gloria made her take the 
second, and again she was required to drink it dry.  Gradually the guests 
themselves returned to their own drinking, and the hum of pleasant 
conversation began to be heard round the table once more.  
         "What must I do to pee?" Susie asked of Gloria after a bit.
         "Why nothing, dear, just let it out whenever you feel like it," 
Gloria said.  
         "You mean, right here, right in my dress?" Susie gasped.
         "Of course!" Gloria said.  She lifted her voice to address the 
guests.
         "Has anyone urinated yet?" she asked with a light, cheery air, as 
if asking the guests if they would like more tea.
         "Smithers just has, haven't you," Elaine said to the older man who 
had earlier spoken with such dignity about flagellation.
         "Yes, and a relief it was, too," Smithers said.  "Pass the wine!"
         The pilot beside Susie gave a satisfied sigh.  Susie shot her head 
over at him and saw him slide his hips forward.  
         "You people are disgusting!" Susie said, and her eyes turned to 
Elaine.
         "It's my carpet," Elaine said.  
         "All our lives we've all been trained not to pee in our pants," 
Gloria explained to Susie.  "But now we're required to, as part of 
Elaine's party!  Isn't it fun?"
         "What might even be more fun is to see the poor men stuck with 
erections," Elaine commented aloud.  "After all, you men must pee in 
your pants, not on them.  Girls, let's have off our tops and jiggle our 
breasts a bit to really get them going!"
         "Just down to our bras," Gloria said.  "We shouldn't deprive Susie 
here of her special place."
         "Yes, just down to our bras!" a third woman agreed.  "We are, after 
all, professional career women!"  Her laughter was joined by others.  
Coats, vests, and blouses began to fly off, some with the assistance of 
the men.  Other ladies slapped their male friends away and insisted on 
undressing themselves.  Some females were down to their bras in a 
second, others took their time, making a sexy show of it.  The bras too 
varied.  Some were simple white cotton, others black and sheer.  Still 
others were blue, yellow, or pink.  
         "How would you men like to fly with stews like this?" a female 
asked.  Her bra was sheer.  A man tugged at her neckerchief, which she 
still wore.
         "I understand even better uniforms are to follow," he said.  
"Birthday suits."  The woman laughed and pushed his hand away from her 
neckerchief.

Chapter Seven

         "IŅI can't go in my dress, I just can't!" Susie said.
         "Silly girl, I know it's hard the first time, but I even kept you 
from wearing panties so you would feel more comfortable letting it 
out," Elaine said.  "Perhaps you should drink more water."
         "But my bladder's about to burst!" Susie said.  Her eyes were wet 
with tears.
         "You mean Susie's not wearing any panties?" Gloria asked Elaine.  
         "No," Elaine said.  "I thought it might make it easier for her to pee 
if she wore nothing under her dress."
         "Well, we can't have that!" Gloria said.  "Not wearing panties takes 
all the fun out of it!"  She rose from her chair and called for the 16-
year-old.  "I can make a girl pee, Elaine, don't you worry any about that.  
But she must pee properly, in her panties!"  
         The 16-year-old, noting the urgent tenor in Elaine's voice (made 
so in part by the fact that the woman herself was still holding back her 
first pee), came hurrying in.  The young girl, still unused to the heels, 
twice nearly fell flat on her face as she rushed to the table.  Her 
panties, surprisingly, were still bunched about the base of her bottom, 
which added nothing to her ability to walk.  Once more the men ogled 
her, the stiffening pestles trapped in their pants causing them 
increasing discomfort.
         "Melanie, fetch some undies for our young friend here," Gloria said 
to the girl.  "She needs panties to pee in."
         "She can have mine, ma'am," Melanie offered, hooking her thumbs 
in the waistband of her black undies.
         "No, dear, yours are too small even for you," Gloria said.  "Run and 
get Susie a pair of her own...about size 34, I would imagine," Gloria 
added, looking down at Susie's squirming lap.  
         "You're cruel," Elaine said to Gloria.
         "Nonsense, my dear, I'll show you how to do this," Gloria replied.  
A moment later Melanie returned with a pair of sheer white undies.  
         "Slip these on," Gloria said to Susie, handing her the panties.  But 
then she took them from her and handed them back to Melanie.  "Here, 
get under the table and slide them on for her.  The poor girl can hardly 
move, she has to pee so badly."
         Melanie ducked under the table and took Susie's calves in her 
hands, beneath her gown.  A moment later Susie felt the panties sliding 
up her legs, and then Melanie's hands fitting them to her pussy and 
urging her bottom up to slip them over her rear.  
         "Done!" Melanie said, shooting back up from under the table.  
Despite the maturity of her breasts she still had the eager attitude of a 
little girl.  
         "Good, now bring that ice bucket a little closer to me," Gloria 
said.  Melanie went around in back of Gloria and, with a grunt, picked up 
an ice bucket and its accompanying stand.  She brought it close to 
Gloria.
         "Shall I call a butler to open the bottle, ma'am?" Melanie said of 
the wine bottle which sat in the bucket of ice.
         "No, that will not be required, thank you," Gloria said.  "Perhaps 
later, when we have already finished what is on the table."
         "Taste it if you wish," Elaine interjected.  "I hope we exhaust my 
entire cellar with our little party."
         "It's the ice I need right now," Gloria said.  Melanie and several of 
the nearby guests watched as Gloria drew a cube from the bucket.  
         "How do your panties feel, nice and warm and dry?" Gloria asked 
Susie, turning once more to her.  Susie nodded, her hips wiggling in a 
desperate need to pee.  The attention of yet more guests was drawn to 
Gloria's unfolding drama.  A few of the women, in contravention of 
stated policy, were now without bras.  Gloria's husband beckoned 
Melanie to his side.  She perched her bottom against the side of his 
torso.  Her gaze shifted to Susie and Gloria.  Gently Gloria's husband 
began massaging Melanie's bare bottom.
         "Poor little darling, mommie trained you well, didn't she?"  Gloria 
said to Susie.  "But now I'm your mommie, and I've got different rules."  

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