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all Tied up with no place to go
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...To the bathroom !
(Note: Please donÕt jack off until after our sermon. Thank you.)
holy joeÕs
SUNDAY SERMON
There are many excellent young girl magazines available now. I hope
none of you find yourselves stuck looking at women, when you can admire
young girls.
Recently Tight, a magazine which I used to call Ôdog of the monthÕ,
has had some excellent issues.
Also there is Hawk which, though somewhat predictable, is
reasonably interesting to look at.
Then there is Finally Legal. It used to be good, but has gotten rather
boring recently, in my opinion.
Coming on strong is Live Young Girls. This used to not be worth
much, but now I find myself buying every issue.
And lastly there is Larry FlintÕs Barely Legal. This is probably the
magazine you think of first, when you think of young girls. But in my
opinion, Barely Legal is the worst young girl magazine. No matter how
cute the girl is, Larry Flint, with his gynecologistÕs viewpoint, manages to
reduce her to a worthless slut. (But then, Larry has built his whole empire
on the Ôfemale as slutÕ motif.)
So, in order of preference, I would list:
Tight - Not always the best magazine to jack off to, it is still the
most revolutionary. How young these girls look! And how salacious
TightÕs covers are!
Live Young Girls- A strong magazine with, recently, very creative
content.
Barely Legal - Mostly worthless, there is occasionally (and no doubt
quite by accident) a very cute girl in a most interesting position.
Hawk - Boring, but the girls are nice to look at.
Finally Legal - Last Fall this was great, but IÕve skipped the two
most recent issues.
Other worthwhile magazines include the Playboy Newsstand
Specials. Sure, the females are slightly older, but how ravishing they are!
Then there is the Club family of magazines: Club, Club International,
and Club Confidential. There have recently been some blushing ingenues in
these issues, photographed in hot three-way female sex scenes!
Chic - This is published by Larry Flint. For months it was boring, but
recent issues have been surprisingly good.
Lastly, there is Taboo. This is also published by Larry Flint. This
magazine is mostly ÒYuck Central.Ó But parts of it, the ones that donÕt
make you vomit, are sort of interesting. Previous issues have included a
girl who was tied up in a warehouse, a girl being (playfully) operated on,
and two women, one of whom gave the other a spanking before sticking her
with a dildo.
Just as there is female liberation, so there must now be male
liberation. In the much cited play, Henrik IbsenÕs A Doll House, the
feminist character, Nora, tells her husband (as she leaves him and her
children): ÒThere has to be absolute freedom for us both.Ó
Alright, ladies. You are free to be feminists. And we men are free
to like little girls!
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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NIGHT VISITOR
Chapter Seven
She was tired. He had her bathed by the girls and then brought to
him. She wanted to sleep but he forced her to stand in front of him, so he
could admire her. He looked at her lovely high bosoms, their pink nipples
just rising, the flatness of her belly and the narrowness of her waist.
Below it her bell-shaped hips flared out. Then they tapered inward, down
to her knees, her thighs rising from her knees to form the delicate apex
where her pussy hair grew.
ÒTurn around,Ó he ordered. The women, dressed in silky negligees,
turned her. She was permitted nothing, save that which was jammed into
the cheeks of her ass. The dildo, splitting her behind, its sparkling tinsel
wiggling back and forth.
ÒI am going to take you into the garden now,Ó he told her. He
watched her tremble. Did she guess the reason for his desire? ÒYes,Ó he
intoned. He watched her well-split bottom quiver. ÒYour ass has lost its
color. It is pale again, and I do not like pale bottoms. I will whip it,
giving it again the red-hued color I find so desirable.Ó
ÒOh! I could lie in the sun--Ó she gasped.
ÒNo,Ó he replied. ÒI do not wish your bottom to be red from the sun.
It must be red from the whip. We will go into the garden now, so that by
the time the sun rises your bottom will be red, able to greet the morning
sun with the same red glow that the sun itself presents.Ó
She gasped again. She was tired no longer. A tense electricity
rushed through her. Abruptly her hands, which had neatly hung at her
sides, reached back and clapped themselves to her ass. Protectively she
cupped herself. Her cheeks tightened on the thing that was jammed in her
guts.
The women led her into the garden. Arabelle brought a whip. Master
followed. Tabitha could feel his eyes on her bottom, as she listened to the
sound of the whip swishing in ArabelleÕs hand. Back and forth, back and
forth the whip swung, gently stroking across ArabelleÕs thigh. It was a
chilly night. Tabitha was aware of the stars overhead, peering down at
her, as she walked through the moist grass to a blanket. It was spread out
on the lawn. There was a pillow upon it. She was made to kneel on the
blanket, her ass high in the air, her face resting on the small pillow. To
protect her from the cold the women draped a second blanket over her
back. But it left her bottom bare, her ass sticking out of the back of the
blanket like a part of the body exposed for an operation. The women
wedged a gag between her lips. It was made of tough leather. Tabitha
could feel teeth marks on it, from the mouths of other visitors to the
garden. The gag forced her tongue back in her mouth. It left her unable to
form any coherent sounds.
Arabelle put down the whip on the blanket. She caught hold of
TabithaÕs left wrist and drew it out past her head. It was then that
Tabitha noticed two wooden stakes. They were low to the ground, dark
against the dark grass. Arabelle put TabithaÕs wrist against the left
stake. Master handed her a coil of rope. Expertly Arabelle bound TabithaÕs
wrist to the stake.
ÒOh!Ó Tabitha gasped.
Arabelle stroked TabithaÕs hair.
ÒThe flesh is weak,Ó Arabelle told Tabitha. ÒStakes are a
necessity.Ó
TabithaÕs other wrist was pulled out past her head, matching her
left wrist, and bound to the stake on the right. Then she felt strong,
masculine hands grab her ankles. Two pair of hands, and Tabitha squealed
as she realized that there was another man present. A mystery man. A
man she knew nothing about, but who was pulling, with Master, her poised
kneeling legs wide, as if yanking open the legs of a frightened calf.
The strange man released her. In his place, Arabelle took hold of
TabithaÕs ankle. Her right ankle, which she held, firmly and tightly,
Master holding TabithaÕs left. The stranger went into the house and
returned. Suddenly, Tabitha heard pounding. After a moment she realized
that a new stake was being driven into the ground behind her. She
recognized the sound from days when her father would put stakes in the
ground, so she could play croquet.
First one stake was pounded down. Then a second. The stakes were
placed wide apart, like TabithaÕs legs. It was during this time, listening
to the fall of the hammer on the head of each stake, that Tabitha realized
the strange man was naked. With each blow of the hammer, his penis and
balls shook. He was vigorous, strong, his cock stiffly erect. Tabitha
shuddered to think of the manÕs penis so close to the falling hammer.
What would it feel like to get himself caught between the hammer and the
top of the stake?
As for TabithaÕs sex, it displayed itself between her wide-apart
legs. Her cunt was neatly poised, her twin lips high and tight at the
juncture of her thighs. Strangely, the dildo in her bottom provided her
cunt with a certain modesty. Jammed into her rear, with tinsel hanging
down from its base, the dildoÕs sparkling strands overhung her sex. They
kept the others from getting a complete view of her slit. But whenever
Tabitha moved, whenever the breeze blew, the light sparkling filaments
would rustle and sway, giving a fresh glimpse of her cunt.
The pounding stopped. Ropes were tied around TabithaÕs ankles. She
was tied, spread-legged, to the two stakes at her rear.
She was like an animal now, tied down and ready for slaughter.
Tabitha could feel the warmth of the blanket across her back. Her breasts
pressed to the blanket upon which she knelt. The pillow provided a resting
place for her gagged face. And behind, past the edge of the blanket over
her back, her bottom loomed. Her ass was uncomfortably stuffed, by the
dildo with the decorative tail, as if it were a kind of marker, or collar,
showing her ownership as she was lead bleating into the butcherÕs den.
Tears rolled down TabithaÕs face. But she could do nothing. She
could shift her weight a little, and raise her face, but otherwise she was
captive, staked and tied to the ground.
To Tabitha, the most mortifying aspect of the whole affair occurred
next. The women did not depart, as she had expected them to, leaving her
alone with Master. Instead the second male, whom she could only glimpse
in her face-down position, brought them chairs. They were white plastic
chairs that gleamed in the starlight. Each one had a pillow on it. The
women lounged in the chairs, and the man, whom Tabitha still could not
see, her frightened face being pressed in the pillow, served them hot tea.
ÒOh, I cannot stand it that they will watch!Ó Tabitha wailed to
herself. There were too many of them. It was not just Mistress, whom
she had been embarrassed in front of before, in the study. It was Jessica,
and Elaine, and wicked Arabelle too, plus two new women who had joined
them who she did not know at all. Plus the man, a shadowy naked figure,
his cock erect, who served the women tea. They were all going to watch
her take the strokes. It was bad enough that some of them had seen her
impaled, in the study, but now they were going to witness the prolonged
torture of her body under the lash.
ÒYes,Ó Master said, sensing TabithaÕs thoughts, as the nude servant
passed out blankets to keep the women warm in their chairs. ÒYou will be
whipped all night. We will each have a turn at your ass, seeing what we
can inflict on it. If you wish to pee, do not do it on the blanket. Listen
closely when the women speak to you. Occasionally they will see to your
needs. You will be provided with a bowl between your legs when the
women deem that you have earned it.Ó Master gave the whip in his hands,
which he had picked up from the blanket, a quick snap.
Balefully Tabitha raised her head from the pillow. She turned, her
mouth gagged, tears wetting her cheeks. With frightened eyes she looked
at Master and then, suddenly, she saw the man too, fully and completely.
It was her husband! But she was gagged and could say nothing to him, save
a small pitiful whine, which came out through her nose.
ÒYes,Ó Master said. ÒDuring the course of the evening the dildo will
be removed. But you will get little comfort from its departure. For in its
place your husband will thrust himself. He will use your bottom as freely
and as vigorously as he can. When he is finished a new dildo, larger than
the one you have now, will be put in you. You will be fucked and whipped
like this every night until you are a proper bottom slave, ready and willing
to take whatever is offered. Your time of girlhood, of innocence, is over.
You are a young wife now and you have refused your husband long enough.
Your diffidence must be corrected. You will learn to lust for the penis in
your ass. Only when you can accept it with the eagerness with which it is
offered will your pretty tight cunt be given the satisfaction it yearns
for.Ó
To a moaning wail from Tabitha, the whip fell. It streaked her
bottom and she screamed. But the gag held back all but the faintest of her
cries. The womenÕs laughter was louder. They chuckled over her
predicament, like spectators watching a hapless loser in a game of tennis.
Here there was only one racquet, the whip. And TabithaÕs bottom, to which
she was intimately connected, was the ball.
ÒIt should prove an exciting contest,Ó Arabelle said. She reached
across to Elaine. The young wife sat in a white chair next to hers.
ÒI- I am afraid for her,Ó Elaine shuddered. She gripped ArabelleÕs
hand.
ÒI have whipped many a bottom,Ó Arabelle said to Elaine. ÒShe will
suffer no worse than the rest. It is necessary. She must learn to open
herself, and receive.Ó A sudden look of horror crossed ElaineÕs face. She
looked at the Asian womanÕs hand. She held it clasped in her own, close to
her breasts. She realized that this fine, slim-fingered hand, which was
ArabelleÕs right hand, must be her whip hand.
ÒIs- Is this the hand that held the whip?Ó Elaine asked meekly.
ÒYes,Ó Arabelle said, to a muffled scream from Tabitha on the grass.
Elaine admired the narrow fingers, with their polished pink nails.
ÒIt is so delicate. So pretty,Ó Elaine said.
ÒEven the cruelest tortures can be beautiful,Ó Arabelle answered.
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