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Issue No. 407
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion�s Playpen
Chapter Eight
Kate�s corset had taken a long time to put on. Melinda had gotten her
into it, and even punched her in the tummy to make her draw in her breath.
It left Kate feeling a little like a soldier guarding the Queen of England,
stiff in her posture. Melinda had threaded the front of the corset closed
like one threads up a shoe. Despite Kate�s best efforts to hold her breath
the corset had not quite closed in front. It showed a strip of her skin
down her middle, from her breasts to her waist, and her belly button
peeped out between the corset�s two halves. Transparent black lace hung
down from Kate�s corset-gripped bosoms. And lace hung round her waist
where the corset ended. She felt like a Christmas decoration, and knew
John loved the effect.
�Get on the bed, both of you!� John groaned. He had played with
himself too vigorously and he seemed on the point of spending.
�You could at least take your clothes off too,� Kate said to John. He
nodded. It seemed a good distraction for his hands. He began removing his
clothes. But when Kate and Rose walked toward him to help him he
motioned them to both get into bed.
Kate made Rose mount the bed first. She peered at Rose�s sweet
bottom as the woman climbed up onto the bed. The space between Rose�s
cleft cheeks showed briefly as Rose got on the bed. Kate told her to crawl
to the headboard and lower her head to the pillow without lowering her
bottom. Like a puppy, Rose obeyed. When she reached the headboard she
plopped her face into the pillow and prepared herself for her spanking by
gently biting it.
�Good,� Kate said. �But don�t keep your legs together. John wants to
see them wide apart and so do I. It shows off your submission more
completely.� Kate was amazed at herself as she spoke. Her voice was
firm and certain, though she felt queasy inside. Awkwardly she climbed
up onto the bed. Her tight corset inhibited her movements. When she was
on the bed she crawled forward erectly until she was behind Rose. She
moved a little to the side of Rose to better swing in the crop.
Kate patted Rose�s ass. It was plump and round but smallish, the
kind of girlish ass men die for. �Play with your pussy. It�ll ease the pain
some,� Kate said. Rose lifted her hands and placed them protectively over
her dell.
�Don�t block my view of it. Play in it, with your fingers,� Kate said.
She gave Rose a handslap on her adorable bottom. Rose gasped and did as
she was told. �Ah, your fingers get wet right away,� Kate observed.
�Being punished excites you.�
�Being naked excites me, in front of a man like John,� Rose answered
softly. She bit more deeply into her pillow and awaited the inevitable.
�This is going to hurt you more than it�s going to hurt me,� Kate
said. She smiled and put her fingers into her own pussy to stimulate
herself and relieve herself a little, both at the same time. She sighed
softly. Her breasts rose and fell. Then, lifting her free hand, she raised
her arm high above her head. With an uncertain swing she brought the crop
down on Rose�s bare bottom.
�Oh!� Rose gasped, but the blow wasn�t too hard.
�We�ll be here all day if you do it like that,� John snarled. Kate
looked back at him. He was anxious for his cock. He�d strummed it right
up to the brink and could hardly enjoy himself now, for fear of spending.
Kate guessed he wanted to show his strength to Rose by buggering her or
fucking her up her well-offered cunt, if he could only keep his sperm in
himself long enough.
Rose lifted her head at the sound of John�s voice. �I don�t wish to be
fucked,� she said plainly. �That�s why I wish to be forced to scream with
the crop, and to have you watch and play with yourself as it happens. I�m a
virgin. When I find Mr. Right, then I�ll give in, but only on my bridal bed.
That�s why I like bondage. It lets me fool around and still be pure.� She
put her head down and bit the pillow again, with a look of fright on her
face lest John break all the rules and force himself on her.
�What?!� John roared. �You--� he fell silent, speechless. Even Kate
felt dumbfounded. The woman had dressed so provocatively, and
encouraged everyone to enjoy themselves, yet she was withholding
herself?
�I should punish you very hard for denying my master like that,� Kate
said to Rose. She looked down at the woman�s offered rump and her
exposed pussy, and her twinkling bare anal hole that showed itself
between her open cheeks.
�Yes, hard enough at least to mark me,� Rose said. �So I have a
souvenir of the night.�
�Your bottom will be quite a souvenir then!� Kate shouted, her voice
highpitched. She brought her arm swinging down across Kate�s fanny and
gave her an ass-thumping blow.
�Yeeeoww!� Rose said between clenched teeth as she bit into her
pillow. A mark formed across Rose�s bottom, marring the perfect splendor
of her white cheeks.
�Give it to her good,� John growled. Kate heard a slight sense of
relief in his voice, though, and realized John intended on shooting out his
cum as he watched. Kate looked back at him over her shoulder.
�Try not to spill on her nice carpet,� Kate said to John. �Get a cup or
something.�
�Fuck you!� John shouted. �Are you in cahoots with her? Two
women can never be trusted. I should punish you both myself. And fuck
you.�
�Just watch as I make her look as wealed on her bottom as I am,�
Kate sniffed. She was beginning to find John a bother. She liked his
rough-and-ready attitude but she didn�t want him controlling her
relationship with Rose. She liked having this lovely woman ass-up in
front of her, especially since she was like a nun, still a virgin, being
whipped, it seemed, for her sinful thoughts.
Kate slammed another blow into Rose�s heinie. Rose bounced on her
knees and rubbed herself furiously. �Ohhh, not too many of those, please,�
Rose said when she�d caught her breath. Kate laughed at the woman, so
penitent, yet afraid of her requested punishment all the same.
�God will do as God will do, and me too!� Kate chimed. She felt holy
somehow, spanking this woman, making her smart and cry out. She gave
Rose another smack. The crop was thin and it left a mark like Rose
apparently wanted it to, sharp and thin and wealy-red. Kate realized Rose
had challenged herself by picking such a thin crop. She didn�t just want to
stick up her bare bottom and feel it whacked. She wanted to push farther,
to dare herself. As Kate watched, Rose rotated her bottom obscenely and
mouthed her pillow and rubbed herself and began crying a little.
�You�ll make the pillow all wet, crybaby!� Kate admonished her
captive. It mattered not that it was Rose�s pillow in Rose�s house. It was
still a wet pillow, if Rose insisted on crying into it, and Kate punished her
for wetting the pillow with her tears.
WHACK! The crop hit distinctly across the crown of Rose�s bottom,
marring both summits with a bright red line. Rose let out a howl and
tears issued forth more freely from her sobbing eyes. Kate struck again,
careful not to hit her twice in the same spot, for she didn�t want to truly
hurt the woman, only mark her so she�d have something to look at in the
mirror the next day, when all the guests were gone and Kate was the
property of her master again.
WHACK! THWACK! Kate gulped as she realized her aim had been off
on the latest blow. She�d hit Rose twice in the same exact spot. Rose
squeezed her cheeks hard and lifted her head and screamed.
�I�m sorry,� Kate moaned. She rubbed herself as she watched Rose
twirl her bottom around and clench her cheeks together.
�No, please punish me, don�t spare me,� Rose replied. �I must pay
for not letting John fuck me.�
�Yes! Whack her �til she�s raw!� John ordered. Kate nodded and
purposely aimed for places she�d struck before. She flailed away, banging
her crop into Rose�s soft bottom again and again. Rose howled and shook
her head, her hair falling free. She mooned Kate with her cheeks, sticking
her ass back at her tormentress. She farted once, making Kate pause and
draw back and pass her hand in front of her nose to fan away the scent of
Rose�s hole. Kate made Rose pay for the fart with a vertical blow straight
down the middle of Rose�s bottomcrack. Rose shrieked and sobbed loudly.
Yet she kept her fingers on her honeyed pussy, frigging it with a strange
kind of painful pleasure.
At last Kate couldn�t bear to hit Rose anymore. She was afraid if
she struck one of Rose�s rising weals she�d draw blood. She tossed the
crop completely off the bed so she wouldn�t be tempted to use it again, no
matter what. She glanced back at John. He�d cum at some point, groaning
loudly, but she�d been too busy with Rose to bother herself watching him.
He�d retreated to a comfy chair now, sitting on it bare-assed, with the
remnants of his manhood puddling the carpet and slowly sinking into it.
�Don�t whack my bottom please, John,� Kate told him. John nodded
mutely. He seemed to have lost some of his fire. He still played with
himself, waiting for his strength to return so he could rejoin the fun.
Kate untied her corset. She yanked on its gripping shell to get it
sufficiently open so that she could bend down. Then she bent and sniffed
Rose�s bottom. She had a strange desire, and she knew if she hesitated
she would never fulfill it. She extended her tongue. She clapped her hands
to Rose�s bottom to still its movements. Rose shrieked at the sudden
pressure on her raw heinie. Even the touch of another female hurt now.
�Quiet. I�m going to make you a little better,� Kate told Rose. Then,
curling her tongue, she stuck it boldly into the valley between Rose�s
cheeks. She knew what she was looking for and she quickly found it. She
spread Rose wide, fighting the woman�s desire to close herself off in
back, and rimmed Rose�s anal hole with her tongue. �I�m going in,� Kate
said breathlessly, and did her best to penetrate the virgin sphincter. She
was astonished at herself, but she persevered, and she wondered if Rose
was as astonished as she herself was. She delved with difficulty into
Rose�s anus. It was tight, but Kate was determined. �Spread, spread.
Open, open. Stop fighting me!� Kate breathed aloud. Then she stabbed at
Rose�s virgin hole again and felt her tongue slide inside.
BEHIND THE SCENES
by holy joe
Have you ever wanted to publish your own porno magazine? A real
magazine, that�s distributed on all the newsstands?
Put aside the fantasy of living in a big mansion with dozens of
beautiful, naked girls. That comes later, if you�re successful. The first
question you have to answer is, �How many pages should my magazine
be?�
A magazine is published on a large press, that prints eight pages at a
time. This is known as a �signature sheet�. Any magazine you buy will
contain a certain number of pages that can be divided by the number eight.
(This does not include the cover, which is printed separately.)
It is generally agreed that the minimum number of pages for a
magazine is 32. If a magazine is slimmer than that, it will get damaged
during delivery to the newsstands, because it�s too flimsy. That�s why a
comic book is 32 pages long.
I have been researching magazines. The minimum number of pages
that I have found is 96. Girls� magazines like �Moxie Girl� and �Twist�
are 96 pages long. So too men�s magazines like �Panty Play�, and �Oui
International�.
A bigger magazine, with more pages, like �Playboy�, has lots of ads.
So while a big, successful magazine may be thicker, that doesn�t
necessarily mean it has more pages of editorial content. (Although, with
lots of advertisers, a magazine can afford to have more editorial content
if it wants to.)
Should your magazine be perfect-bound, or stapled? I have made
this discovery: a perfect-bound magazine looks quite skinny. But if you
staple your magazine, it looks thicker! Even though it is exactly the same
number of pages as a perfect-bound magazine, it appears to have more
content.
What price will your magazine be? If it�s a standard men�s
magazine, it will have to be priced somewhere between $4.95 and $6.99.
�Playboy� is $4.95. �Penthouse� is $5.99. �Hustler� is $6.99. �Panty
Play�, despite being only 96 pages long, is $6.99. (Remember, a new
magazine like �Panty Play� doesn�t have lots of advertiser support.)
So how much should your magazine cost? I have this opinion: a
reader thinks in terms of magazines, not in terms of dollars. Assuming
none of the magazines are expensive imports, he generally regards each
magazine as costing five dollars. So, he�s not really concerned with
whether a magazine is $5.99 or $6.99. Both are roughly the same price.
What he IS concerned with, however, is the number of magazines he�s
buying. Is he going to walk out of the store with three magazines, or
four? That is his concern. He is not really checking to see if your
magazine is a dollar more or a dollar less.
Another fact is important: once the reader has browsed a magazine,
and is �hooked�, cost is irrelevant. I mean, if your magazine costs $15.00,
there�s a chance he won�t buy it. But he�s not going to flip over a girl, only
to see the magazine is $6.99, instead of $5.99, and not buy. If he likes
what�s inside, he�s prepared to pay the standard price, which ranges from
$4.95 to $6.99.
Assuming you shoot for the maximum price, should your magazine be
$6.95, or $6.99? Although �Playboy� is $4.95, the �Playboy Newsstand
Special� magazines are $6.95. Do you really think a reader is going to put
a �Playboy Newsstand Special� back on the rack if it�s $6.99, instead of
$6.95? I doubt it. So Hugh Hefner is throwing away many, many dollars,
by under-pricing his magazines by four cents. On the other hand, perhaps
readers appreciate the fact that Hefner isn�t grasping for every last penny.
Which brings up the question, �Why is Playboy, supposedly the
flagship of all men�s magazines, only $4.95?� My opinion is that it is only
$4.95 because that�s all it�s worth. If Hefner tripled the pictorial content,
and actually ran pictorials that were fun to jack off to, then he could
definitely charge more. But, as it is, Playboy is worth no more than $4.95.
(Especially with that shitty paper Hefner now uses, that gets damaged
before it even leaves the factory!)
As you can see, publishing your own men�s magazine requires a lot of
thought. I haven�t even discussed photography in this essay, or makeup, or
clothes, or set design. But knowing how many pages you need, and how to
price your magazine, is an important first step.
(Oh yeah. One other thing. Don�t get married, and have kids, or your
fantasy of having your own porno magazine is probably doomed. Instead of
spending your money on printing, and girls, and camera equipment, you�ll
be buying strollers and diapers!)
Anilingus
by M. Kettner
multi-tongued am I, judging by the response,
whenever I lick your booty
cheeks to cheeks, so to speak
ridged, not smooth
less surface to roam
crack to crack coverage not a bad idea either
if only briefly
for the lure of tight spaces draws one back
yearning after the sweet taste of the dark skin
guarding that shadowed airlock
AND IN THE END...
THE VALUE OF A GOOD EDUCATION
�There is no cleverer firm than Long-Term Capital Management
(LTCM), whose founders include Myron Scholes and Robert Merton, joint
winners of the Nobel prize for economics in 1997 for their theories on
how to price financial risk. Nor one more humbled: the firm has managed
to lose most of the $4.8 billion of capital with which it started the year.�
- The Economist, September 26, 1998, pg. 71.
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