Message-ID: <3805eli$9709062212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 294 Pussy Playland (nnd) g2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3410A4FB.10C0@mail.idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- PRINCESS DI, ALL I ASKED FOR WAS A DATE ! What is it with women today? Do I have no luck whatsoever? There I am, standing outside a hotel in France, hoping to ask Princess Di to go out with me. And, after much delay (at least 15 minutes), she finally appears. So I approach her. I know, I know, it’s very bad to “loiter,” and to “approach” females but, throwing all caution to the wind, I approached her. You know the rest of the story. However, don’t believe the “drunken chauffeur” part of the story. He wasn’t driving. It’s Princess Di who was driving. So it’s natural, I suppose, that her car crashed. (Typical woman driver.) Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL Issue No. 294 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Pussy Playland Chapter Three When we were done eating our pieces of cake we licked each other’s fingers clean. It was very sensuous. I’d never done something like this before and I found sucking on each of Sherry’s digits fascinated me. I wondered what it would be like to suck on her toes, or have her suck mine, or have all three of us sucking each other. I felt wetter than ever between my legs, and I still hadn’t gotten permission to pee. Sherry picked up the bottle of champagne. I feared she would aim it at me. Instead, as I backed away, she popped the cork and shot the spurting contents all over Jeff’s dick. He howled with surprise. She hosed him real good, getting his big thing all wet and directing the spray down under his legs to shoot it all over his balls. He did not insist on retaliating. “Well, I’m glad you took that like a man,” Sherry smiled at him. “Just pour me a drink,” he answered. “And then you two finish the bottle.” Sherry and I stared at each other. We already had to go to the bathroom quite badly. Jeff passed up a chance at one of the two glasses on the table and drank from the bottle directly. Then he handed it back to Sherry and told her to fill our glasses with whatever was left. We each had to drink two whole glassfuls and I found myself a little tipsy when it was over. “Don’t be worried about getting a little drunk. You’ll be glad for it when we pay for all our crimes and misdemeanors,” Sherry assured me. She took my glass from me and put it back on the table. It was quite empty, and my tummy was quite full and sparkly. Sherry turned to Jeff. She was wriggling and I was too. “Jeff, I mean, Master, may we please have permission to pee?!” Sherry asked him. Her face took on an anguished look and I saw she was standing with her thighs pressed tightly together. I put my hand down to my pussy and held it. I did really have to go, just like I used to when I was in kindergarten! “You don’t have my permission, but if you want to get less punishment for it you’ll use your champagne glasses and at least do it like proper young ladies,” Jeff said. He slapped his thigh with his riding crop. “Oh, thank you, master!” Sherry said, half campily, but to my great relief, at least! She gave me my glass back and led me over to a little drain set in the middle of the stone floor. “Crouch down. We’ll pee and then empty our glasses into the drain.” “Sherry, I have to go more than one glassful!” I told her. “Well, you’ll have to stop your flow, then,” she answered. She crouched down, eager to go. “Don’t pee on the floor or your hand, whatever you do. You’ll get extra strokes for missing the glass or overfilling it.” She began peeing. She’d played this game with her husband before, I guessed, for when her glass was full she very neatly stopped her flow with her abdominal muscles and held herself in while she emptied her glass into the drain. I got down, crouching like a mare in the barn. How could I possibly pee this way? It was so obscene! But one look at Jeff with his crop assured me that I’d better find a way. I peed into my glass. I couldn’t stop myself. It wasn’t my fault, I told myself, I’d had to go longer than Sherry. But she scolded me, still crouching and peeing herself, as she saw me overfill my glass. “I’m sorry master,” I said with utter sincerity, looking up at Jeff. “Extra strokes,” he replied. “You remember that one I have you in the bedroom upstairs?” I reached back and touched my heinie and suddenly found I was able to stop my flow. “Yes,” I breathed. It still hurt. Fortunately it hadn’t formed a welt. But I had no doubt if I stayed the night I wouldn’t be so lucky by morning. ---------------------------------------------------------------- A R E A D I N G F U N D has been established for Stephen Knox, imprisoned in a federal penitentiary for ordering a swimsuit video featuring teenage girls. To help provide books to Knox (formerly a Phd. candidate at Penn State), send any amount to: Uncommon Desires Newsletter, P.O. Box 2377, New York, NY 10185. Make checks payable to: Ophelia Editions. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Sherry and I finished our peeing. I was less than expert at it. Tutting her disapproval, Sherry went to the kitchenette. She returned with a soft wet towel and wiped me between my legs. “I daresay I got a bit more than pee down there,” she scolded me. “Well, I am a little excited,” I replied. She wiped herself too, and I knew she was as liquidy between her legs as I was. Even Jeff was dripping pre-cum. We were all quite enamored of each other’s bodies. We had absolutely nothing on, and our surroundings were lewd, to put it mildly. Everything down here seemed designed to inflict pain. I glanced again at all the awful things that surrounded me. Whips, hanging on a wall, dreaming of days past and hoping to be chosen again. A chair with a seat I just knew, from the hinges at the back of it, that was designed to fall away. There was a chafing dish down in the center of the chair’s interconnected legs. It had coals in it, waiting to be lit. Talk about getting a hot seat! A girl would find herself sitting on just a small ledge, the rest of the chair’s seat gone, dropped away, and the chafing dish, intended to cook food, would instead be used to cook her bottom! “Come honey,” Sherry said to me. She took my wrist. “It’s time we see which one of us gets whipped first.” She drew me in amongst the equipment. I saw a long rubber mat laid down in amongst the implements of torture. It was back behind the chair. It ran on and on, like a runway, back through the machines. They’d been moved aside to accommodate it. I saw that someone had covered it entirely with whipped cream. “We have our cleaning lady set up the room for us when we want to play,” Sherry said. “She came in while we were at the beach. She’s quite old, and speaks only Spanish. She’s homeless, but she lives in a shanty down the road.” I remembered passing a homeless settlement of illegal aliens as we drove into the canyon. “She’s never told anyone, and I expect her not to, either, or I’ll report her to INS. She’s cleans up the dungeon afterward too, of course.” Sherry tossed her head. Her hair was luxurious and brown, like the hills that enclosed us. I wondered if we’d ever be old someday. “Anyway, this is our little competition. Jeff’s always made me do it alone before. It’ll be fun to have someone to beat,” Sherry explained. “Those two bolsters behind the chair are what you and I will get down on. You have to ride it with your pussy against it, dragging it down to the other end of the mat with you. You can lift your head and bosoms but you have to keep your pussy against the bolster as much as possible. Jeff will watch for infractions.” “What happens when we get to the far end of the mat?” I asked, staring into the gloom. It ended somewhere down there. Jeff flicked a lightswitch and the shadows drew back. I saw more awful equipment, and, running through them, the runway like mat layered with cream. “At the end of the mat, you have to put your hands back behind you and open yourself. This is to show Jeff you’re not using your hands for this part of the contest. There’s a big soft pillow at the end of the mat, one for each of us. Rest your chin on it. Above your pillow you’ll see a hot dog. It’s cold and raw, but you have to eat it as fast as you can. It’s held by a cock ring fitted near the base of the wall. I don’t know what the people who built this dungeon used those screw-down rings in the wall for but we just stick hotdogs in them. Each your hot dog right down to the cock ring and lick and bite out whatever is left stuck inside the ring. The wall is recessed to let you get at the ring, so don’t hesitate. And don’t gag, either. Jeff knows CPR but he’s liable to pound you to smithereens trying to do it. I don’t even let him practise it on me, he’s so rough. When you’re all finished look for the whistle lying between our pillows. There’s only one, and the winner gets it. Grab it using just your tongue and teeth and blow hard. Then you’ll be the winner.” “What do I get for winning?” I asked. “It’s more like what you don’t get,” Sherry replied, and said no more. Jeff made me sit down on the hot seat. I was deathly afraid he intended to burn my bottom, but Sherry told me not to worry. He fitted big iron rings to my ankles, right over the ankle straps for my shoes. He locked them in place. They were connected by a heavy chain. When I stood up I found the chain dragged along the floor when I walked. Fortunately, the floor was smooth. Some workman must have labored down here for months making the floor just right. Sherry assured me it wasn’t she or Jeff. They’d bought the house this way, and simply added themselves to it. “It was dusty down here when we first bought it, but that’s it,” Sherry said. “Our cleaning lady cleaned it up for us, of course. It’s nice to have a cleaning lady. I think maybe a child molester or drug dealer or somebody owned this house before us. We found the dungeon on our own. The realtor never mentioned it. And,” she looked at Jeff. “It definitely wasn’t included in the price.” Jeff put heavy iron manacles on my wrists. These he left unchained so I could move my arms in front of myself or behind myself. I was grateful for that. I felt more excited than ever as I watched Sherry put into the same kind of manacles I wore. We were both so beautiful, could we really be letting a man fit us out with irons? We had absolutely nothing on but our chains. I looked at Jeff and saw he was inexplicably hard, bigger even than he’d been earlier. The champagne had dried from his cock but it shone with a kind of glow of its own. I longed to just skip the competition and pledge and enslave myself to his penis forever. ‘His Royal Penis,’ I’d call him. Skip the royal punishment he’d promised us. His penis was so huge it promised to be punishment enough, just trying to get it inside me. I looked at Sherry frankly as she stood up beside me. “These are heavy,” she said, feeling her bonds. “You didn’t chain me before, Jeff.” “There’s a first for everything, and you promised you’d try anything once,” Jeff replied. “Sherry, are you going to let me love your husband as much as you do?” I asked her. She looked at me. “You mean, am I going to let him fuck you?” “Well, yes, if I want him to,” I said. Jeff laughed. “I guess so,” she replied. “But remember. We’re only doing this once. After that he’s all mine again, and you go back to your beachball and your mom.” “You’re a bitch,” I said to her. “Jeff will like me better than you when this night is over.” “What a great time for a competition!” Jeff exclaimed. “Get on your bolsters, girls.” He walked to the wall and hung up his crop and got down a long whip. “What’s that for?” I asked him. “You don’t want to lose the race, do you?” he asked. “No,” I said. “Well, if you fall behind, I’ll whip your bottom, like a horse, so you’ll race faster.” Jeff grinned at me. “You’re so helpful, Jeff,” Sherry sighed. She looked at me. We were a little less envious of each other now as we contemplated our mutual fate. “There’s no polite way to do this, no matter what the rules,” she said. Looking down, I could see that if I got down on that big bolster, putting it between my legs so I could pull it down the mat to the other end, I’d be showing off my tail. Not just a little, but a lot. I’d practically be flaunting it! “Did Jeff invent this game?” I asked Sherry. “Yes,” she sighed. Without further ado she plopped down onto her bolster. Like mine, it was encased it a white sheet-like covering, tied off at both ends, to make it slide smoothly. There was some lace trim on the bolster, making it pretty. I imagined it had come from some very nice, white-sheeted daybed. The bed, of course, was nowhere to be seen. Lying atop her bolster, Sherry’s thighs fell off it on either side, much like when one lies atop a big horse. Her knees and calves lay frankly in the cream of on the mat. Her elbows, too, were forced to take purchase on the mat, where they sank into the cream. “Under the cream is a layer of vaseline, just to make everything as slick as possible,” Sherry said. She had to turn her head and look behind herself, over her shoulder, to talk to me. Her hair tumbled down over her slim shoulders and the ends of it skimmed the cream. “Sherry, I can see your butthole and your pussy and everything, just like you’re a newborn,” I said to her. “I know,” she blushed. “Get down here beside me. You’re not allowed to be a spectator!” I flopped down onto my bolster. I could feel my pussy and ass open up behind me as I spread my thighs to get myself properly down on my bolster. “These chains are going to slow us down and make us have to work harder,” I said to Sherry. “I know, dear. That’s why Jeff made us put them on.” HOW TO CLEAN YOUR SEX TOYS by holy joe Some time ago I was reading a book on bondage. It was a practical book, I suppose, for after talking about bondage itself, the book mentioned that cleaning sex toys after bondage can be quite annoying. I decided to devote my mind to the resolution of this important issue. How do you clean your sex toys? Use Baking Soda. Go to the grocery store and look in the ‘cake mix’ section of the store. There you will find boxes of Arm & Hammer Baking Soda. A box of Baking Soda costs less than a dollar to purchase. With Baking Soda, I think, you will be able to quickly and easily clean all your sex toys. I tested my baking soda theory not on sex toys, but on my hairbrush. I enjoy using a hairbrush (to brush my hair), but it gets really greasy. Traditionally, I have cleaned my hairbrush with a toothbrush. I rub an old toothbrush over a bar of soap and then rub the toothbrush through my hairbrush. I stand at a sink with the tap running. The downside of cleaning my hairbrush with a toothbrush is that hair gets all tangled up in my toothbrush. Also, soap splatters all over me and my bathroom. Cleaning my hairbrush with baking soda is much easier. Here’s how to do it: 1. Rip open a box of baking soda. 2. Pour the baking soda on to a dinner plate. 3. Put the dinner plate on top of a shelf, in an area of your house that tends to smell bad. (Or anyplace at all.) 4. When it is time to clean your greasy hairbrush, first go to the wastebasket. Stand over it and yank out all the hair from your hairbrush and drop it into the wastebasket. 5. Rub your hairbrush in the plate of baking soda. 6. Now, go to the wastebasket. Bang your hairbrush against the side of the wastebasket. This will cause all the baking soda to fall out of your hairbrush and into the wastebasket. 7. Feel your hairbrush with your fingers. It’s not greasy anymore, is it? Now you can clean it a little with a toothbrush and soap if you wish, but you won’t need to do much scrubbing. Your hairbrush is already quite clean. See? Easy, huh? In summary, rub your comb, or your hairbrush, in baking soda, and it will become clean. Now you have more time to play with your sex toys. AND IN THE END... 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