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Issue No. 406
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Eight
As it happened she was handed a riding crop and forced to assume
the role of a dominatrix. John, clearly aroused at the thought of seeing
the hostessÕs pale white bottom whipped, unlocked himself from Kate to
set her free. Kate was left standing with a handcuff dangling from her
right wrist. She was attached to no one now, a liberated slave. She still
wore her collar but she was expected to act as something other than a
captive. She must lead instead of merely accepting and responding. She
didnÕt like her new role. It forced her to think. She decided to revenge
herself upon the woman whoÕd placed her in this new position.
ÒCome,Ó she said to the hostess. ÒIÕll give you want you want then,
for youÕve taken my master from me.Ó John was ablaze with lust, and,
offered the sight of seeing the hostessÕs bottom whipped, Kate knew he
could not be dissuaded from it. He zipped down his zipper, rather
pathetically, Kate thought, for should not a woman do it for him? He pried
within his pants with his fingers to get his dick out. Kate wanted to help
him but he worked quickly, obviously desperate. A moment later, saved
from untold internal damage by being so trapped, his organ sprang out. Its
size spoke volumes to his desperation to free it. He was a tremendous
length and his width was superb. The hostess, seeing what sheÕd gotten
herself into, gasped with delight and a touch of alarm.
ÒYou are very well equipped, sir,Ó the hostess said to John.
ÒPut your hands in your dress,Ó Kate snapped. The hostess looked at
her, surprised for a moment, then remembered she was no longer in charge.
Obeying KateÕs command was simple. She slipped her hands within the
slits along the sides of her dress. ÒRub yourself, your pussy,Ó Kate told
the hostess. ÒDo it like when you were a little girl and used to dream of
menÕs penises, and wonder how big they were.Ó The hostess bit her lip.
Then, moving her wrists within in dress, she began to arouse herself.
ÒCome, letÕs get you to a bedroom,Ó Kate said. She pushed the
hostess ahead of her and ordered her to keep rubbing herself as they
walked. With a strange sense of satisfaction, Kate watched as the
hostess frigged herself, still in her elegant gown, as the three of them
left the living room and entered a hallway. Kate didnÕt understand why she
felt enjoyment at dominating another woman, but it did make her feel
powerful and happy. Behind her John followed with his cock stiffly
bobbing in the air.
ÒNot your bedroom,Ó Kate said to the hostess as they passed the
first door in the hall. She did not want the hostess to bring her master
into her own domain, where Kate would be but a spare wheel. Better, Kate
thought, to punish the hostess in a guest bedroom. Kate glanced at the
room beyond the first door. It stood open invitingly. Inside was a bed.
That was all that was needed, Kate thought. ÒIn here,Ó she said to the
hostess. She thought the woman looked a little abject, standing in the
hallway dutifully masturbating herself beneath her gown. Her brown hair
was looser than ever, barely held up now by the pins sheÕd inserted into it.
Kate felt a longing to see both the hair on the womanÕs head and that
between her legs. The hair fringing her pussy would be wet, Kate knew.
She took the hostess by the arm and escorted her into the bedroom.
ÒUndo the bed,Ó Kate ordered. The hostess walked up to the bed, her
hands still between her legs. Then she removed them to draw down the
cover. The bed looked soft and comfortable but Kate knew the woman
would find little but pain in it, at least in the beginning. When the bed
was prepared the woman turned to face Kate. Quietly, at a frown from
Kate, she returned her hands beneath her dress and played with her pussy
again.
Kate approached her victim. The woman was older than herself by at
least five years, maybe more, but Kate felt confident that she could handle
her. ÒTell me your name at least,Ó Kate said to the woman. Kate was
shorter than her victim and had to look up at her. The woman, staring
down at Kate, bit her lip, unwilling to tell her name though she already had
shown Kate so much else. Then, thinking a moment, she made up a name,
Kate guessed.
ÒRose,Ó the woman answered.
Kate let her keep her real name private. ÒTurn around, Rose. Get up
on the bed and show me your ass. Would you like me to rip your dress
off?Ó
ÒN-Nooo, IÕll take it off,Ó Rose answered. Kate waited politely as
Rose undressed. She knew how expensive dresses were and she didnÕt
want to harm the womanÕs gown. It was a benefit, Kate thought, of being
punished by a woman. A man wouldnÕt have waited. HeÕd have flung his
victim on the bed and tore her clothes off. But Kate was not one to relish
domination. She could wait.
Rose had difficulty getting her tight-fitting gown off. Kate had to
lay her riding crop on the nightstand and help her. When the dress was
finally off Kate carried it to a closet and hung it up for Rose. She knew it
was wrong for a Domme to help her victim in this way but she liked being
of service. It was a lovely dress and she enjoyed feeling it and hanging it
up. She turned back to face the bed and the task sheÕd been given.
Strangely, Rose, whoÕd volunteered herself for such an adventure, stood by
the bed like an uncertain girl. She had her hands over her pussy but she
was not rubbing it.
ÒLet me see your pussy,Ó Kate said in a breathy voice to the woman.
She felt an unusual passion flow through her when Rose removed her
hands. A lovely dell presented itself, with rich brown hair sprouting
thickly between RoseÕs bare thighs. Kate thought she caught a scent of the
womanÕs arousal. Kate moved forward and stood before Rose, closely, and
put her hand on RoseÕs pussy just as Rose had done to her out in the living
room. ÒAre you ready?Ó Kate asked, picking up the riding crop from the
nightstand with her other hand. Glancing sideways at the implement Rose
replied,
ÒYes.Ó
ÒThen get up on the bed for me. Put your head on the pillow, face
down, and lift up your ass so I can whack it properly,Ó Kate ordered. Both
she and Rose glanced at John as soon as sheÕd spoken. He was in full ardor,
his penis sticking forth mightily and his hand rubbing himself with
schoolboy passion.
ÒTry not to cum until I give you permission,Ó Kate said quietly to
John. Her mouth hung open when she was finished speaking. She looked as
if she were trying to insult him but in fact she merely hungered to fit him
into her somehow, into her small mouth and down her receptive swanlike
throat. His collar bound her neck. His handcuffs dangled from her wrist.
His marks, delivered by his lover Melinda, decorated her bottom.
ÒTake your blouse off,Ó John told Kate. ÒI want to see your tits
bounce around when you flog her.Ó
Rose breathed softly into KateÕs hair and quested down around KateÕs
waist for permission to do JohnÕs bidding. Kate didnÕt resist. She felt her
blouse lifted up. She raised her arms above her head, still holding the
riding crop. Rose drew the blouse up over KateÕs face. For a moment Kate
couldnÕt see, her nipples wiggling where the tight blouse had passed over
them. She clutched her riding crop and waited. The blouse lifted higher
and Rose drew it up over her arms and her hands and the riding crop. Then
she folded it neatly and laid it on the nightstand.
ÒMy, what an intricate corset!Ó Rose gushed. Kate wore a satin-
colored violet corset. It shoved her breasts up obscenely, making them
look like half-squashed melons. The corset bound the undersides of her
breasts, but not her nipples. They stuck up full and round and dollar-sized.
Their shape was slightly distorted by the corsetÕs hugging of her breasts.
Her nipples offered themselves like thorns on a rosebush. Placing her
finger on one, Rose brushed it gently, as if afraid she might prick herself.
Kate shivered a little, feeling her touch. It was soft, yet they both knew
Kate would make this woman scream.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Panty Play, November 1998, $6.99. Full-size, full-color magazine. 96
pages plus a glossy, full-color cover. Web:
http://www.pantyplaymag.com
Review: I still remember the first time I saw this magazine. I was
standing in front of the magazine rack at Tower Books. I was trying to
decide whether to buy photos of adult women in Penthouse, Playboy, or
Hustler. Then, amidst all those magazines, I saw this title: ÒPanty PlayÓ.
What really struck me about the title was that the word ÒPlayÓ was in
bright red neon! What pedophile within a 100 yards could miss the
subliminal message in that?
I grabbed the magazine at once. It was an okay issue. But it
suffered from a common problem of Òyoung girlÓ magazines. The girls
were not always the prettiest.
I suppose the reason that many of the Òyoung girlÓ magazines have
unattractive girls in them is this: They fear getting into legal trouble, so
they only show girls in the nude who are 18. Unfortunately, any beautiful
girl who has attained the age of 18 looks like a woman. Hence, in an
attempt to show 18-year-old girls who look 12, these magazines are
forced to rely on ÔimmatureÕ 18-year-olds who, unfortunately, arenÕt
pretty.
The latest issue of Panty Play suffers from this problem. The girl
on the cover looks only marginally attractive. SheÕs a nice, cute girl, with
plenty of enthusiasm and nice white panties. But sheÕs not a girl youÕd
drop dead for. On the other hand, Tiffany Taylor, in this monthÕs Playboy,
is a girl who, I assure you, was a bombshell at every age: 8, 10, and 18. In
TiffanyÕs case, of course, by 19 she looked like a woman, not a 12-year-
old girl.
Okay, so Panty Play deserves an award for flying in the face of
feminism, by promoting a love of young girls. Still, I wasnÕt going to buy
the new issue. I saw it on the newsstand and said, ÒHo hum, who needs
that?Ó The last thing I need is more photos, especially of girls who arenÕt
pretty.
Then fate intervened. A woman picked up the magazine.
ÒThis is disgusting!Ó she said, to a woman standing beside her. She
flipped through the magazine and began reading from it:
ÒI know I could get you all hot if I flashed you my ass. ItÕs ripe and
round and firm from all the exercise I get. Which do you like better,
seeing my little bottom with my panties on? Or off?
ÒIf you want more, youÕll have to catch me! Come on! IÕll crawl
away and you try and catch me. IÕll even let you spank me, Ôcause IÕm such
a naughty thing! You know, I get wet just thinking about being spanked.Ó
(Pg. 45.)
Well, needless to say, I wasnÕt leaving the bookstore without that
magazine!
As I write this review, I must confess that I have not looked at half
of this issue. You see, when I got home, I began ÔreadingÕ this magazine. I
started at page one. ÒCandid CampingÓ is on page 30. I was not able to
survive the pictorial. It shows two girls. Neither is particularly young.
But they are so creatively photographed that I practically blew my balls
off! Watch as one girl, a brunette, pours water from a canteen onto the
panties of a bent-over blonde. How delicious it is to see the blonde cry
out in shock as the brunette wets her panties! Watch as they feed each
other. See them photograph each other. Enjoy the sight of their tits
hanging out of their tight little shirts. Watch as they yank down each
otherÕs panties! Finally, see them lying on their bellies, with their bare
bottoms sticking up, as their panties hang from their tent.
I realize ÒCandid CampingÓ may not sound particularly exciting, from
my description. All I can say is, if you like playful girls, having innocent
fun, you will love this pictorial! Sure, there are no Ôcum shotsÕ or people
fucking or peeing or anything like that. But there is a magical quality to
these photos. You feel like youÕve intruded into a private, Ôgirls onlyÕ
campsite. FINALLY you get to see what girls are up to, when theyÕre still
virgins, but feeling quite sexy!
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
[Name withheld] (a female) writes: ÒDear holy joe, do you really
weigh 300 pounds? As much as I'd like to know the truth, please tell me
that I've not been reading the work of an intelligent, but despicable,
abhorrent, loathsome 300 pound man. ...By the way, I must confess: I'm
quite naughty. I'm only 15!!Ó
holy joe replies: ÒDearest < >, I wish I did weigh 300 pounds. Ah,
those were the days! I was light as a balloon then, compared to how I am
now. Would you date a guy who weighs 700 pounds? How about if I get
myself up to 1,000 pounds, and get into the Guinness Book of World
Records?Ó
wastedlife@tv.net writes: ÒDear holy joe, I figured out who killed
Nicole Brown Simpson and now IÕve figured out the Clinton mess: Starr
induced Tripp to induce Monica to induce Bill Clinton to induce Vernon
Jordan to get Monica a job, so that Monica wouldnÕt tell the truth in the
Paula Jones deposition.
ÒBy being tangled up in the above inducement(s), Bill Clinton,
according to Starr, Ôobstructed justiceÕ by trying to buy MonicaÕs silence
with a job. (A job she apparently never got.)
ÒMy source for this information is TIME, October 5, 1998, pgs 30-32,
in case you want to check out my credibility.Ó
holy joe replies: ÒDonÕt worry, friend, I trust you. Now we see why
porn is NEEDED in our society! If there had been a copy of Panty Play in the
White House, maybe none of this would have happened!Ó
Untitled
by Gretchen Crow
He gently caresses her.
Her body shyly trembles under his explosive touch.
His hands trace and memorize her outer being.
Her smooth flesh quakes under the venturous intensity
of his serious eyes.
He sways lovingly into her exposed and vulnerable
wings, teasing her for what seems an eternity.
She tauntingly explores him, attempting to please
every last nerve.
Hers and his.
Lost in the unforgotten moment, the two slowly and
steadily become one.
AND IN THE END...
THE FEMINISTSÕ PRESIDENT
ÒThe President unzipped his pants and exposed his genitals, and she
performed oral sex on him in the hallway outside the Oval Office.Ó
- The Starr Report (Sunday, January 21, 1996).
(Thank God Clarence Thomas isnÕt our president! Right, ladies?)
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ÒIn addition, the President inserted a cigar into Ms. Lewinsky's
vagina.Ó
- Ibid. (Sunday, March 31, 1996).