Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 42 Thursday July 6, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Ten
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Eight
Elaine went to a dresser drawer and drew forth a leather belt.
Susie shivered. Elaine walked up to Susie. She held the belt in her
hands. It was adorned on one side with intricate patterns of little
silver nubs. Elaine drew the belt across her palm.
"Is that for me?" Susie asked.
"Mmm, the flat side is for beginners, the nubbed side for the more
advanced," Elaine said.
"It's very beautiful," Susie said, at a loss to do anything but pay
the belt a compliment. Elaine looped the belt around Susie's waist and
buckled it in front. It hung loosely just above her flared hips.
"It is best that Gloria gave you leave to return home," Elaine said.
"I sometimes push a girl too far, too fast. Tomorrow no limousine will
be sent. I will give you $30.00, and you may call a cab to come...if you
wish. Bring the belt if you do...wearing it."
"Elaine, you frighten me," Susie said. She stepped back from the
woman and looked down at the belt, fingering it.
"I wouldn't give it to you if I didn't love you," Elaine said. Susie
looked up. The woman's eyes were soft, almost pleading.
"Well, I'll try anything once," Susie said, looking away. She bit
her lip.
"Good," Elaine said.
Elaine next presented Susie with clothes nearly indistinguishable
from those she had arrived in the night before. Then the woman left,
leaving Susie alone in her master bedroom to dress herself. Susie took
off the silver studded leather belt, weighing it in her hands, wondering
how it would feel cracking against her skin. Was she really ready for
this? As yet she had managed to avoid the full measure of Elaine's
indoctrination to sadomasochism. Susie remembered how Cindy looked,
bound to the mantle, her bottom a welter of red stripes. Susie longed
to be back in Nebraska, where the most a girl had to fear was the back
seat of her boyfriend's car. Susie dressed slowly. When she was
finished, she looked at the belt for a long time. Then, not knowing how
else to deal with it, she put it back on. Its presence was superfluous,
unless, of course, a girl was to bring the implement of her undoing
along with her.
Susie opened the door to Elaine's bedroom. "I'm ready," Susie said
to a waiting butler. He escorted her out of the mansion and loaded her
into a limo.
Chapter Nine
"Did you have fun?" Susie's grandmother asked when she arrived
home.
"Yes, grandmomma," Susie said in a low voice. Her grandmother
noticed the belt.
"Did someone give you a present?" Susie's grandmother asked.
"Yes, grandmomma...Elaine," Susie said. With lowered eyes Susie
swept past her grandmother to ladle a fresh bowl of soup into a bowl.
"My, that's some belt," Susie's grandmother said. "Reminds me of
the belt my father used to wallop my bottom with when I was a naughty
girl."
"Yes, grandmomma," Susie said. Deftly she carried the fresh bowl
of soup over to the kitchen table and sat down. She began spooning it
into her mouth.
Susie played backgammon with her grandmother that night, and
then turned in early. When she closed her eyes she found jutting male
penises imprinted on the insides of her eyelids. For a while she tossed
and turned, debating whether to return to Elaine's on the morrow, but
eventually she was overcome by exhaustion and fell asleep.
Sunlight streamed through her grandmother's kitchen window the
following morning as Susie sat and ate her cereal.
"Where are you going to go today?" Susie's grandmother asked her
as she busied herself frying eggs and ham.
"Well, there's Disneyland, Knott's Berry Farm, and...Elaine's..."
Susie's voice trailed off.
"My, my, back to that woman's place again?" Susie's grandmother
asked. "You must like her."
"I didn't say I was going there," Susie said, her voice a bit testy.
"I just said I COULD go there."
"I see you're still wearing her belt," Susie's grandmother said.
She served the girl a plate of steaming eggs and ham.
"I don't want any, grandmomma," Susie said.
"A growing girl like you needs eggs and ham," Susie's grandmother
protested. "You eat it right down so you'll have plenty of strength and
energy for your endeavors." Susie poked at the food.
"Is Elaine sending her limo by again today?" Susie's grandmother
asked.
"No, but she gave me cab fare in case I want to...come..." Susie
said.
"Well, then you MUST go," Susie's grandmother admonished. "If
she's asked you to come and you don't you'll be doing both of you a
disservice. Shall I call her and tell her you'll be over after breakfast?"
Susie's grandmother asked.
"If you want to, grandmomma," Susie said. She put a forkfull of
eggs in her mouth and began chewing.
"Don't you come back until you and Elaine are finished," Susie's
grandmother said to her as the cab waited with humming engine at the
bottom of the steps. Susie's grandmother pulled at the chiffon scarf
about Susie's neck, straightening it. "You're a big girl now and I know
you can handle whatever comes your way. You needn't worry about
me...if you're kept overnight again I'll know Elaine's taking care of you."
"Goodbye, grandmomma," Susie said, and pecked her grandmother
on the lips. She turned and walked down the steps on her high heels and
was let into the cab by the driver. The car sped off.
"My, I'm so delighted you decided to come again," Elaine said with
a smile when Susie appeared at her door. In her hand she held a
flagellum. It was about two feet long, thin and springy, with a little
knob at the end. It was made of bamboo. Whenever Elaine moved it
quivered, as if impatient to be used. "And I see you're wearing your
belt."
"Just for decoration," Susie said.
"Of course, dear," Elaine said. "I myself was decorated with a
belt just like that many a time when I was younger."
"Hi, Susie!" Melanie called out. Susie felt a wave of relief as the
16-year-old bounded up to her. Her jutting tits jiggled beneath a T-
shirt. She wore no bra. Around her waist she also wore a leather belt.
Beneath her T-shirt she wore a white bikini bottom. Between the shirt,
which covered the top third of her bottom, and the bikini, which
covered the lower two thirds, her bottom managed to be concealed.
Long black boots stretched up to just above her knees. "I've been
playing ping pong," Melanie said to Susie. "Care to join me?"
At the back of the mansion, on an enclosed porch, a ping pong
table had been set up. Several men and women were present, in various
types of attire, some casual, some more formal. It was morning, not a
time when formality was particularly in vogue at social get-togethers.
A game had just ended, and Melanie took up a paddle and invited Susie
to join her. Susie recognized none of the men, but they were all quite
athletic looking, with chiseled features; younger and even better
looking than the pilots had been. Jim came walking through a doorway
and waved to her.
In her miniskirt and blouse, Susie felt ill-equipped to play tennis.
She could just imagine what would happen to her skirt when she went
for the ball. Fortunately, unlike Melanie, she was wearing a bra.
"I don't think I'm wearing the right shoes for ping pong," Susie
said as Melanie pressed a paddle into her hand.
"Well, that's two of us," Melanie said. The 16-year-old was
wearing spiked boots, and Susie was wearing spiked booties. Susie
figured that given the girl's inexperience with heels, and the fact that
Melanie's boots stretched all the way up over her knees, she had the
advantage. Susie decided to play.
The ball was served and began bouncing back and forth. Melanie's
outthrust breasts shook wildly as she returned Susie's hits, Susie's
skirt kept flipping up despite her best efforts, revealing her semi-
sheer panties. The men, not surprisingly, found they preferred
watching the girls to playing themselves, though whether while they
watched they played with themselves was not altogether certain.
After about 20 minutes ping pong gave way to brunch. The guests
were seated about a formal table, and the butlers began bringing out
bottles of liquor. Susie and Melanie, unlike the other guests, were
served coffee, eggs, and bacon.
"I just ate," Susie protested.
"I'm sure you can eat more," Elaine said. "You too, Melanie. Gloria
tells me you hardly touched your breakfast at home." As the other
guests began imbibing liquids only, Susie and Melanie picked at their
food.
"Penny and Sandy, would you please help our special guests eat
their breakfasts?" Elaine asked finally of two women in their mid-
twenties. The two rose, picked up their wine glasses, and walked over
to where Susie and Melanie were sitting. There was an empty chair to
Susie's left, and Penny sat in it. To Melanie's right there was an empty
chair, and Sandy took that one.
"Hi!" Penny said brightly to Susie. She took Susie's fork from her
hand and put her arm about Susie's shoulders. Her body felt warm as
she snuggled up against Susie. She wore no bra beneath her semi-sheer
blouse. Her breasts joggled freely.
"I can feed myself!" Susie protested.
"Why should you, when I'm willing to do it for you?" Penny asked.
Susie felt both secure in the woman's embrace and threatened. Penny
brought a forkfull of bacon to Susie's lips. Susie balked and the bacon
fell onto her blouse.
"Oh, my! Now look what you've done," Penny admonished Susie.
The woman turned to Elaine. "Elaine, Susie's blouse will have to be
taken off and washed!"
"Such a pity," Elaine said.
"Well, you're just as bad as your friend," Sandy said as Melanie's
own protestations caused a proffered glass of coffee to spill on her
breast.
"Yow! That's hot!" Melanie cried as the hot coffee soaked quickly
through her thin T-shirt. Sandy laughed.
"You've created your own wet T-shirt contest," Sandy said. "Shall
I wet the other one for you too?"
"No," Melanie said, pouting. "And you can leave MY shirt on." She
glanced sideways, the persistent Penny brushed away Susie's hands and
insisted on unbuttoning her blouse.
"Whatever you wish, dear," Sandy smiled at Melanie. "But you
should eat." She speared half a strip of bacon and lifted it. "Open
wide."
Susie munched on her food as Penny fed her. Penny's glass kept
being refilled with champagne, as was Sandy's, but Susie and Melanie
were not urged to drink any more than they needed to wash down their
meal. Susie consoled herself with the fact that, at this repast at least,
she would not have to publicly pee for her fellow guests.
"Elaine?" Susie asked a bit later, when she had truly eaten all she
could. "May I please be shown to your restroom?"
"What is it, darling?" Elaine asked.
"I-I have to go to the bathroom," Susie said. Elaine laughed.
"We all do," Elaine said. "You know how we relieve ourselves in
polite company. Would you like to go first?"
"I have to do number two," Susie said.
"Ah," Elaine said. "And how about you, Melanie, do you have to go
potty too?"
"No," Melanie said.
"Well, we'll have to give you some castor oil then," Elaine said.
"But as for you, Susie, you say you are ready to present us with a
display of your nether offering?"
"That's not quite how I put it," Susie said.
"No matter," Elaine said, rising. She picked up her flagellum from
the table and thrust it through the sash about her waist. "You and
Melanie both have beautiful bottoms and the men here will delight in
seeing you exercise your hind cheeks by pooping into a pan."
"I really would prefer a toilet," Susie said, her eyes on Elaine as
the woman strolled over to her chair.
"Lean forward," Elaine said when she was directly behind Susie's
chair. Susie obeyed. Elaine reached down Susie's back and unhooked her
bra. Deftly she slipped its straps off Susie's slim shoulders and down
her arms. Elaine tossed the bra in the direction of several males, who
all reached forward at once to catch it.
"Stand up," Elaine said to Susie. The girl rose. Her breasts
jiggled freely. "This dress will never do," Elaine said. "We all must be
able to see your bottom to admire it." Elaine unzipped Susie's dress. It
fell in a pool to the floor.
"Of course my panties come off too?" Susie asked in a resigned
voice.
"Not yet," Elaine said. "You asked to see my bathroom, and by God,
you will!" Elaine took Susie by the hand and beckoned the others to
follow. She called to a butler and whispered in his ear. He hurried
away.
Elaine led her guests out the back of the house and across the
lawn. They passed the butler, returning to the house, as they went.
Susie was the only member of the group who was topless, and she did
her best to cover her breasts with her long lemon locks. Despite the
fact that she knew nobody outside their group could see her, Susie still
felt awkward being the only female who was without a top.
"This looks like a stable," Susie said when their little group had
crossed the back lawn and entered a wooden building. The smell of hay
greeted their nostrils. On the wall hung harnessing equipment,
including a variety of whips. In the middle of the floor stood a lone
wooden side chair. In front of the chair, on the floor, was a wide
porcelain bowl.
"Alright, now, off with your panties!" Elaine said to both Susie
and Melanie. Reluctantly both girls drew off their undies. Elaine
extended her hand and made the girls hand their panties to her. Elaine
walked behind Melanie. She tugged on the girl's shirt. "Well, it doesn't
cover too much of your bottom, I guess you can keep it on," Elaine said.
"Susie," Elaine commanded. "You first. Walk over to that chair
and sit down on it backwards."
"Backwards?" Susie asked.
"You heard me. With your butt sticking out over the front of the
chair, and your breasts facing the back," Elaine said. It was then that
Susie realized why the porcelain bowl had been placed in front of the
chair.
As gracefully as she could, clenching her buttocks slightly as the
need to defecate increased, Susie walked over to the chair. She
straddled the wooden seat and sat her bottom down upon it.
"Good, now stick your bottom out more, OFF the edge of the seat,"
Elaine commanded. Susie felt terribly lewd as she stuck out her
derriere. "More," Elaine said. "Get your entire bottom off the chair.
Only your thighs should be on the seat, and then not even all of them."
Susie bit her lower lip and stuck her posterior out even farther. Her
eyes gazed at the far wall of the stable, where an array of restraints
and flagellums hung ominously. Elaine walked up behind her.
"That's my girl," Elaine said. She stroked Susie's long hair. "Dip
your back now, that's it, push the small of your back toward the rear of
the chair. Susie dipped her back, forming her bottom into a neat round
ball with a distinctive crack up the middle. Elaine reached down and
Susie felt the woman's fingertips graze her open nether hole.
"Can you go poop poop for me, into the little bowl?" Elaine said.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
HOT OFF THE PRESS
by holy joe
Penthouse, August 1995, $5.99.
Review: The May Penthouse was junk, June was great, July was
really junk, and August is great! Just looking at the cover, you can tell
this is going to be a great issue. Any time you see a cute girl, chaps,
boots, and spurs, with no panties on, you know you are in for a good time.
Apparently ÒLexie,Ó the August Pet, has smallish tits, but the photos
of her, skillfully taken, hide this fact. The photos themselves, by Philip
Mond, are brilliant. This is quite possibly the best Pet Centerfold
photography that I have ever seen.
The sex pictorial ÒNicole, Bonita, and MichaelÓ is pretty good. But
the two girls in the pictorial are not up to Penthouse standards. Recently
I praised Bob Guccione for using real Penthouse Pets in his sex pictorials.
Now he has regressed to ÒlesserÓ girls.
Apparently Guccione is on a secret campaign to annoy
fundamentalists and the government, for we are increasingly seeing male
penises being displayed in Penthouse. I have nothing against this, in
principal. But I am usually holding my own when viewing Penthouse. I
donÕt really need to see another manÕs. But I imagine gays and women,
otherwise oblivious to Penthouse, now feel compelled to ÒreadÓ the
magazine, putting yet more money into GuccioneÕs pockets.
Penthouse magazine earns more money, per copy, than any other
magazine in the world. So there is no excuse for the ÒmanufacturerÕs
defectsÓ which appear frequently in this magazine. Take the case of
ÒEmma and Stacy,Ó the other sex pictorial in this issue. In my copy the
printing is off. There are Òdouble imagesÓ of the girls, producing double
eyelashes, double mouths, and double bottoms. It seems that when my
copy of Penthouse is not arriving, or arriving late, it is arriving damaged.
At least in the case of Playboy, pathetic a magazine though it is, it does
arrive in my mailbox undamaged.
In the back of this issue we have (yet another) black-and-white
pictorial. Amazingly, Penthouse boasts, ÒBlack-and-white photography
has been undergoing a renaissance of late in television and print
advertising, on the newsstands, and, as our readers know, in our pages (pg.
119).Ó Yes, we know. GET RID OF IT ! ! ! Black-and-white photography
does not belong in a girlie magazine. I have yet to see a girl in real life
who was black-and-white. For some reason God, in his infinite wisdom,
decided to make them in color. So get with the program, you damn atheist,
and give us girls IN COLOR! (Not colored girls, though, that is another
matter entirely.)
Not too long ago my favorite Pet, Tiffany, was in an exciting
pictorial, featuring a motorcycle, and the whole thing was in black-and-
white. What a waste! Two luscious girls, and we are forced to view them
in drab ÒgreytoneÓ shades. Hopefully this black-and-white fad will
disappear soon.
In summary: the August Pet, though not the most beautiful Pet of all
time, is certainly well photographed. The Òfore sectionÓ pictorial
features only average girls but makes up for it (for the gay audience, at
least) with stunning displays of a male penis. The Òaft sectionÓ pictorial,
wonderfully subversive and featuring two beautiful girls, is destroyed by
bad printing. The Òass section/rear of the magazineÓ pictorial is in
wretched black-and-white. Articles, cartoons, and other bullshit went
unread by this reviewer. (A waste of space, in my opinion, that could have
been devoted to (color) photos of naked girls.) (Or even more photos of the
same girls, from this or past issues, blasphemous as that idea may sound.)
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