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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls #39: Bubblegum Bondage
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 39 Monday July 3, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Seven
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Six
The erotic tableau broke up slowly. Steve, finally managing yet another
ejaculation, detached himself from Cindy and rolled onto his back. Cindy
rolled over on top of him. Betsy, the only one who had not managed to
derive pleasure between her thighs from the recent events, regarded
Cindy's upturned form for a moment and then tossed herself down upon the
girl, rubbing her pussy to Cindy's and feeling the spark of Cindy's
nipples upon her own breasts. Steve, relishing the feel of Cindy's hot
bottom upon his loins, his chest to the brunette's back, watched raptly as
Betsy began humping. Cindy responded reluctantly, her wounded bottom
feeling both pleasure and pain as it ground against Steve's genitals.
Beside Steve, at the same time, Elaine was humping Susie. Steve gazed
happily at the mirror on the ceiling over the bed, and winked at himself.
Heaven couldn't be any better than this.
"What exactly do you have in mind for me?" Susie asked later as she lay
with Elaine. She stroked the jet black hair that tumbled over the woman's
lovely face.
"You'll just have to wait and see," Elaine said, squirming slightly upon
the girl. Betsy lay on the other side of Susie, stroking the blonde's
long locks. Cindy lay with her front against Betsy's back, gazing lazily
over the redhead at Susie. Cindy's hand caressed Betsy's frail shoulder,
then lifted up to settle upon Susie's nearest nipple. Steve lay behind
Cindy, making her bottom twitch as he coated it with a cool salve. His
penis lay across his lower thigh, half erect, slowly recovering. Cindy
felt it brush against the underside of her bottom as it regained a portion
of its strength.
"I think a hot bath is in order," Elaine said, lifting her head slightly
to address the group.
"What time is it?" Susie asked.
"Time for you to meet some pilots and stewardesses that have just
disembarked from a late night flight," Elaine said, returning her gaze to
the girl. "But first you must bathe." Elaine hoisted herself up from the
warmth of the coterie. She rolled off the bed and then, standing, pulled
Susie up in turn. Still somewhat groggy, the blonde allowed Elaine to
take her by the hand and escort her from the cabin. The air outside was
cold.
"I'm freezing!" Susie said, wrapping an arm over her bare breasts as
Elaine led her through the trees. She was bereft of heels now, and the
sticks and foliage on the forest floor hurt her feet.
"There should be some horses pasturing just up ahead," Elaine told Susie.
"We must hurry, or we won't have time for your bath before the guests
arrive." Susie turned to look over her shoulder, but there was nobody
following. She thought she heard the fall of a leather lash upon bare
flesh and a scream that sounded like Betsy's.
True to Elaine's prediction, a loose young mare was found munching grass
between the trees. "It's her favorite spot," Elaine whispered to Susie of
the horse. The woman called to the horse, and it came. With some effort,
and much pushing on her bottom, Susie was made to mount the horse. It had
neither saddle nor reins. Susie grasped its mane. She could feel the
indentations Elaine's long nails had made in her bottom.
Elaine, somewhat more expert at mounting, clambered up behind Susie. She
cradled the girl in her arms. Her large breasts felt warm against Susie's
back. Susie's own mammaries were exposed to the chill of the night air.
Her pussy rubbed involuntarily upon the horse's back. Elaine blew in
Susie's ear and the girl knew the woman's pussy was also being aroused by
the undulations of the horse. Elaine spoke a word and the horse took off
in a trot, heading for the mansion. The females bounced upon their steed,
Susie afraid she might fall, Elaine consoling her fears by clasping her
firmly in her arms. Susie felt both secure and prisoner.
At the house Elaine gave Susie an assiduous soaping, working out the last
marks of the birch from her skin. Susie wondered if the imprints from the
birch were only to be replaced by more, this time from a bullwhip. A
butler brought fruit and cheese, and Elaine urged Susie to eat.
"You will need your strength," Elaine said, popping a morsel of cheese
into Susie's mouth and making her chew and swallow it. Susie asked for
what she was being prepared, but Elaine said only that the girl would
never forgive herself if she passed up the opportunity to meet the
handsome pilots she had in store for her. With misgivings Susie obeyed
the woman, eating all she was told to and doing her best to chat happily
with the woman. She suspected any attempt on her part to escape would
only be thwarted by the butler, who she sensed was standing just outside
the bathroom door. Soft classical music, wafting from some recondite
speaker, helped soothe Susie's misgivings as she continued to permit the
woman to entertain her. Finally, after about an hour, Elaine bid her to
rise from the bath and together they toweled each other off. Elaine paid
no more attention to Susie's tits and pussy than any other part of her
body, and Susie suspected that she was now being saved for whatever lay
ahead.
Dawn was breaking through a window when Susie was escorted into an
adjacent bedroom and dressed in a long, formal gown by Elaine. Susie
protested that she must call her grandmomma, but Elaine hushed her with
the words that all had already been taken care of in that regard. Finally
Susie was led downstairs, her braless breasts thrusting impudently against
the fabric of her low cut gown. Her nipples, intrigued by what had
already transpired and what unknown events were still to come, stood
erect, making small points in the front of her gown. The dress hugged her
hips, outlining the swell of her regal bottom. Susie wore no panties, and
wondered how long the gown would be allowed to hide the charms of her
nether parts. She glanced down, unsteady on the spire-like heels that
Elaine had provided her with. Her gown shimmered.
Susie was led into a room with men and women in it, most dressed either
in pilot's uniforms or stewardesses' outfits. They were all standing,
grouped in little cliques exchanging bits of gossip. Most looked up when
Susie entered, and the girl was regarded with warm eyes. Susie was shown
around the group by Elaine, and introductions were made. Only first names
were given.
After a bit a woman, who was named Gloria and about Elaine's age,
declared that she was thirsty. The assemblage proceeded into an adjacent
room, which proved to have a dining table in it. A pilot gallantly seated
Susie at the table as the others also took to the chairs. Gloria seated
herself beside Susie. The woman seemed very friendly, and Susie found
herself liking her. The pilot who had seated Susie sat on her other side.
Soon Susie learned that the two of them were married.
Wine began being passed around, much as it had been the night before.
"Elaine, I can't take any more wine," Susie pleaded.
"Of course, dear, I'd rather you drank water anyway," Elaine said. "I
should have made Cindy and Betsy drink water last night."
An older gentleman spoke up. "Have you been, er, correcting any girls
lately?" the man asked Elaine.
"Yes, I just finished with one an hour ago," Elaine said. "I wouldn't
have wanted to hit her any harder than I did, but if she had been fully
sober she would have felt more pain."
"Ah, yes," the gentleman agreed, with a solemn mien usually found only
amongst abstract discussions of academia. "One does not wish to mark the
girl too badly, for only when her bottom has returned to its snow white
hue can a whip properly be taken to it again." He delicately lifted his
wine glass and swirled its contents, then sniffed it. "At the same time,
whilst not actually harming her, one does wish for her to feel a maximum
of pain. For this reason she ought be fully sober, and perhaps even have
her derriere sprayed down beforehand with salt water." Susie gulped. She
was glad the man was seated far from her.
A girl, no more than sixteen, tripped out on a pair of spiked heels. She
was obviously just becoming accustomed to such mature footwear. In sharp
contrast to the businesslike attire of the guests, she wore only a stringy
black bikini. Susie couldn't figure out whether it had originally been
marketed as underwear or a swimsuit. The girl had juggernaut breasts that
seemed almost to explode out of her skimpy bra. In contrast she had a
boyish waist, but with an impudent, upthrust bottom. The girl set down a
silver tray before Susie. Upon it were over half a dozen small bottles of
expensive European water.
"Which would you like first?" the girl asked Susie. She seemed to
possess a maturity beyond her years, despite her obvious unfamiliarity
with heels. She rested a hand on Susie's shoulder to steady herself.
"You must drink them all," Elaine said to Susie. The older man who had
spoken so astutely of whipping gazed at Susie with glowing eyes.
"I really must be getting on home," Susie said, making to rise. Gloria's
hand was suddenly on her shoulder, opposite the hand of the girl in the
black bikini.
"You do expect to be undressed, do you not?" Gloria asked Susie, as if
surprised at her reluctance.
"I've already been, thanks," Susie said, still bent on rising.
"She had a bit of fun at the cabin last night," Elaine said. "Even got a
few strokes from a birch rod on her bottom." The eyes of the guests
widened and not a few heads nodded in approval.
The pilot who sat next to Susie placed a hand upon the bottom of the
black bikinied girl. "When is the last time you enjoyed such
instruction?" he asked the girl.
"Pull down my panties and see," the girl said casually, glancing back
over her shoulder at him. Susie wondered at this, as at least a third of
the girl's heinie was already visible, her undies being too small to cover
all of her bottom.
The pilot took the girl up on her offer. With an almost reverent air he
pulled the delicate fabric of her panties down over the curve of her
bottom. Several of the men drew in their breath in admiration. Even
Susie was not deprived of a view of the girl's posterior, thanks to the
room's many mirrors. The girl's bottom was snow white.
"You look like you may be in need of a lesson," the pilot said. His
finger lingered in the fabric of her panties where they bunched beneath
her rear.
"I prefer to be the dominatrix," the girl said. "I only let a man train
me when I'm finished with him...if he has any strength left."
"You...allow this?" the older man who prided himself on his knowledge of
the lash asked Elaine.
"Indeed I do," Elaine said. "It's only fair she go first, seeing how
young she is."
"How about your breasts?" the older man asked the 16-year-old.
"They need it too, just like my bottom," the girl said smugly, with a
look that dared him to submit to her.
"May we see them?" the older man asked.
"I think my bottom is enough for you," the girl said.
"Impudent bitch!" the older man screamed, suddenly livid with rage.
Shaking, he turned to Elaine. "This girl must be flogged at once...and
hard!"
"Now I know my bottom is all you can handle," the 16-year-old smirked.
She pirouetted on her heels and sashayed from the room, suddenly more
confident in her heels thanks to her winning riposte with the man. Elaine
put her hand upon the man's and implored him to settle down.
"You may look at Susie's breasts, for she is about to grace our meal,
such as it is, with her mammaries." Elaine nodded to Gloria who, as if on
cue, drew a long pair of scissors from her purse. They glinted wickedly
in the light of the candles set upon the table.
"Please!" Susie said, drawing back, but Gloria's husband put a
restraining arm across her shoulders.
"Now, now," Gloria's husband said to Susie. "You can't expect us to let
such beauty go unadmired. You, after all, are 18." Gloria put the
scissors to Susie's chest.
"But this dress is expensive!" Susie blurted in a last ditch effort to
save her modesty before the guests.
"It was purchased last night just for you, whilst we were at play in the
cabin," Elaine said. "It was charged to my account, and I feel it will
present you at your best when it has been properly trimmed."
At once Gloria began cutting downward along the inside edge of the dress'
right shoulder strap. At first Susie thought the woman was going to cut
the straps off, but she did not. Instead she merely cut carefully down
the side of Susie's right tit, then beneath her breasts, and finally up
along the outside edge of her left tit. A panel of fabric fell away,
totally exposing Susie's breasts but otherwise leaving the gown intact.
"Now drink," Gloria admonished, pointing to the bottles of water which
had been set before Susie. With a quavering hand the blonde reached out
and lifted the nearest bottle to her lips. She began pouring the clear,
fresh contents down her throat, swallowing, aware that all eyes were upon
her breasts as they gently jiggled in time to her gulps.
When Susie had finished the first bottle Gloria made her take the second,
and again she was required to drink it dry. Gradually the guests
themselves returned to their own drinking, and the hum of pleasant
conversation began to be heard round the table once more.
"What must I do to pee?" Susie asked of Gloria after a bit.
"Why nothing, dear, just let it out whenever you feel like it," Gloria
said.
"You mean, right here, right in my dress?" Susie gasped.
"Of course!" Gloria said. She lifted her voice to address the guests.
"Has anyone urinated yet?" she asked with a light, cheery air, as if
asking the guests if they would like more tea.
"Smithers just has, haven't you," Elaine said to the older man who had
earlier spoken with such dignity about flagellation.
"Yes, and a relief it was, too," Smithers said. "Pass the wine!"
The pilot beside Susie gave a satisfied sigh. Susie shot her head over
at him and saw him slide his hips forward.
"You people are disgusting!" Susie said, and her eyes turned to Elaine.
"It's my carpet," Elaine said.
"All our lives we've all been trained not to pee in our pants," Gloria
explained to Susie. "But now we're required to, as part of Elaine's
party! Isn't it fun?"
"What might even be more fun is to see the poor men stuck with
erections," Elaine commented aloud. "After all, you men must pee in your
pants, not on them. Girls, let's have off our tops and jiggle our breasts
a bit to really get them going!"
"Just down to our bras," Gloria said. "We shouldn't deprive Susie here
of her special place."
"Yes, just down to our bras!" a third woman agreed. "We are, after all,
professional career women!" Her laughter was joined by others. Coats,
vests, and blouses began to fly off, some with the assistance of the men.
Other ladies slapped their male friends away and insisted on undressing
themselves. Some females were down to their bras in a second, others took
their time, making a sexy show of it. The bras too varied. Some were
simple white cotton, others black and sheer. Still others were blue,
yellow, or pink.
"How would you men like to fly with stews like this?" a female asked.
Her bra was sheer. A man tugged at her neckerchief, which she still wore.
"I understand even better uniforms are to follow," he said. "Birthday
suits." The woman laughed and pushed his hand away from her neckerchief.
Chapter Seven
"I-I can't go in my dress, I just can't!" Susie said.
"Silly girl, I know it's hard the first time, but I even kept you from
wearing panties so you would feel more comfortable letting it out," Elaine
said. "Perhaps you should drink more water."
"But my bladder's about to burst!" Susie said. Her eyes were wet with
tears.
"You mean Susie's not wearing any panties?" Gloria asked Elaine.
"No," Elaine said. "I thought it might make it easier for her to pee if
she wore nothing under her dress."
"Well, we can't have that!" Gloria said. "Not wearing panties takes all
the fun out of it!" She rose from her chair and called for the
16-year-old. "I can make a girl pee, Elaine, don't you worry any about
that. But she must pee properly, in her panties!"
The 16-year-old, noting the urgent tenor in Elaine's voice (made so in
part by the fact that the woman herself was still holding back her first
pee), came hurrying in. The young girl, still unused to the heels, twice
nearly fell flat on her face as she rushed to the table. Her panties,
surprisingly, were still bunched about the base of her bottom, which added
nothing to her ability to walk. Once more the men ogled her, the
stiffening pestles trapped in their pants causing them increasing
discomfort.
"Melanie, fetch some undies for our young friend here," Gloria said to
the girl. "She needs panties to pee in."
"She can have mine, ma'am," Melanie offered, hooking her thumbs in the
waistband of her black undies.
"No, dear, yours are too small even for you," Gloria said. "Run and get
Susie a pair of her own...about size 34, I would imagine," Gloria added,
looking down at Susie's squirming lap.
"You're cruel," Elaine said to Gloria.
"Nonsense, my dear, I'll show you how to do this," Gloria replied. A
moment later Melanie returned with a pair of sheer white undies.
"Slip these on," Gloria said to Susie, handing her the panties. But then
she took them from her and handed them back to Melanie. "Here, get under
the table and slide them on for her. The poor girl can hardly move, she
has to pee so badly."
Melanie ducked under the table and took Susie's calves in her hands,
beneath her gown. A moment later Susie felt the panties sliding up her
legs, and then Melanie's hands fitting them to her pussy and urging her
bottom up to slip them over her rear.
"Done!" Melanie said, shooting back up from under the table. Despite the
maturity of her breasts she still had the eager attitude of a little girl.
"Good, now bring that ice bucket a little closer to me," Gloria said.
Melanie went around in back of Gloria and, with a grunt, picked up an ice
bucket and its accompanying stand. She brought it close to Gloria.
"Shall I call a butler to open the bottle, ma'am?" Melanie said of the
wine bottle which sat in the bucket of ice.
"No, that will not be required, thank you," Gloria said. "Perhaps later,
when we have already finished what is on the table."
"Taste it if you wish," Elaine interjected. "I hope we exhaust my entire
cellar with our little party."
"It's the ice I need right now," Gloria said. Melanie and several of the
nearby guests watched as Gloria drew a cube from the bucket.
"How do your panties feel, nice and warm and dry?" Gloria asked Susie,
turning once more to her. Susie nodded, her hips wiggling in a desperate
need to pee. The attention of yet more guests was drawn to Gloria's
unfolding drama. A few of the women, in contravention of stated policy,
were now without bras. Gloria's husband beckoned Melanie to his side.
She perched her bottom against the side of his torso. Her gaze shifted to
Susie and Gloria. Gently Gloria's husband began massaging Melanie's bare
bottom.
"Poor little darling, mommie trained you well, didn't she?" Gloria said
to Susie. "But now I'm your mommie, and I've got different rules."
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