FUCK DECENCY Jennifer took off her oven mitts. She kept her eyes lowered, but I saw them widen as she caught her first sight of Dick’s cock. It stretched forth across the table, quite frankly. A dollop of pre-cum was forming on his noodle plate. I guessed he’d insist on switching plates with me, or Katy, when the time came to eat our sushi. Typical man. He paid no attention to all the fresh cum he was dripping, the advance issue, because he would make me or Katy eat it. So he just dripped and dripped, oblivious, and enjoying our endearing eyes as we watched his thing bob over his plate. “Should I get the noodles now, ma’am?” Jennifer asked, keeping her eyes properly lowered. How proper the Asians are. She was learning well. But I was frightened for her, for from my seat I could see a bit of her outcurving hiney, her blouse lying partly upon it, leaving the underside bare, and she had bright red lines there from being whipped. I felt my own bottom upon my cushion. It was quiet, content. But my pussy yearned for Dick’s cock and I knew, getting it, I’d be made to suffer on my fanny. I swallowed and tried not to think about that. Perhaps Jennifer had fallen, or sat on something she shouldn’t have, I told myself. A hot barbeque grill, perhaps. Yes. She’d sat on the barbeque grill and fried up her buns. Silly girl. “Light incense for us,” Katy told Jennifer. Obediently the girl rose up from the table. She walked to the wall and bent over and opened a small lacquered box. Dick, I, and Katy watched as she bent over in her blouse, all the rest of her bare right down to her feet. A slim black collar ringed her neck. Earrings dangled from her ears. Yet she had no underpants on to keep us from seeing her bottom. Katy, making me up, had permitted me earrings. Now I felt I was seeing my own fate imprinted on Jennifer’s bottom. It was quite well marked and she tensed as she felt her skin tighten where she’d been punished. Dick, gasping a little pleasurable sigh, flexed his cock involuntarily, spilling more pre-cum on his plate. By now a thread of pre-cum dangled down from his pee hole to the surface of his plate, never breaking, just contributing more oozing sperm to the pool he was already building there. “Punishing her infractions helps her learn,” Katy told Dick, ignoring me. He smiled as he watched her punished bottom and saw her sigh as she forced herself to stand upright again, despite her burning tushy. “I’ve been training her all morning. Sauron and I were just enjoying our tea with her when you arrived. I’m sure he’ll be back soon. But in the meantime Jennifer has an opportunity to learn new steps, like making incense and arranging flowers. She can step outside and cut us some roses in a minute.” As we watched, Jennifer went about the room with little sticks of incense. There were holders in the wall, little gripping tubes, and she slipped a stick of incense in each one of them. Then, lighting her final stick with a Bic, she used the burning stick to light all the others. The aroma was pure Orient; mingled Hong Kong smells, or Japanese market smells, above the madding crowd where the wealthy drew their curtains and practised ancient rituals in their modern skyscrapers. When all the incense sticks were placed and lit, Jennifer opened a sliding glass door behind us and stepped outdoors and cut some flower stems with full-bloom roses on them. She fetched vases of jade from the kitchen, some of it white and some marble, one purest green, and arranged the flowers in them, one stem per vase, or two at most. Katy, meanwhile, proceeded to prepare our tea. She poured hot water from the boiling tea kettle into our cups. But she was only rinsing them, I saw, for she replaced the pot on the hotplate and dumped the water from our cups into a little waste bowl sitting beside her. There was a folded piece of red silk next to her plate and she unfolded it, then wiped out our cups. A ritual, I knew. The cups were as clean as before, but the ceremony must be performed according to the ancient laws. I watched, fascinated, as Katy spooned green leaves from a little pile beside her plate into our cups. Jennifer, meanwhile, her flower arranging done, had sat beside me, and she brushed my shoulder with her hand. “Hi, Jennifer,” I gushed. I was overwhelmed with the daintiness of it all. I had always played tea as a little girl but, sitting here, with the soft scent all around me, in my lungs, the flowers so pretty, I was inspired and awed. Only Dick’s penis intruded into an otherwise vastly feminine scene. Breathing lightly upon my bare shoulder as she reached across me, Jennifer took both of my hands in hers. She made me turn slightly so that I could present my hands to her. I watched, my concentration broken from Katy’s ceremony, as Jennifer, her hands so small and perfect, slipped leather mittens onto my hands. She tied them at my wrists, and I could only guess that I was to perform some aspect of this ancient ceremony. But the gloves looked strangely modern. They were made of black leather and had black drawstrings. With them on, I had no thumbs or fingers. My hands were encased. I was still free to move my hands wherever I wished, but I had my fingers held together, immobile inside the gloves and my thumbs too. “What are these for?” I asked Jennifer. She did not answer. “They’re bondage gloves, silly. Haven’t you ever worn any before?” Katy asked, looking up from the tea she was preparing for us. “No,” I gasped. “Why must I wear them?” Katy looked at me slyly. “We’re not just here to drink tea, honey,” she said. I gulped and looked at my hands. With the drawstrings tied tightly round my wrists, it was impossible for me to remove the gloves now. I raised a glove to my mouth. “Don’t use your teeth to undo them,” Katy told me. And, on instinct or by some previous plan, Jennifer, my former friend, plucked my silken undies from the table where I’d laid them, beside my plate, and popped them in my mouth. They were red, and I looked like a clown, I thought, sitting there with my red panties stuffed in my mouth. Dick, watching, seemed not the least disturbed by my plight. Katy filled our cups with hot water and stirred them with the quill of an ostrich feather. “You must hold your panties in your mouth while you drink your tea,” she told me, matter-of-factly, as if it were nothing at all to pour tea over one’s underpants. “Let the tea move through your silk panties and then down your throat. You will taste a little of yourself, I think. Your essence. Your excitement. It will prepare you for our visit downstairs, to the dungeon.” Jennifer, ever the helpful maiden, inquired under our table with her fingers and drew forth a pair of steel handcuffs. Adeptly, as if in another life she’d been a policewoman, she locked my wrists together. “Jennifer, Don’t!” I implored. My panties in my mouth blocked my words, but she could still understand me. Or so I thought. She ignored me. Katy passed me my tea and I was forced to take it with my hands cuffed and mittens enclosing my fingers, making my hands into flippers. SMALL PRESS Comic NEWS “My [planned] comic convention is defunct,” writes Joe Eibe. “Only two dealers were interested, and I couldn’t come up with the money for the hall. “I went to ComicCon last year, and got my picture in a Japanese model mag, and in ASH #4. If you haven’t checked my web site since August, I put in [info about] my time at ComicCon. “I hope to have one garage kit done by April, so check my site, soon. Joe Eibe: http://www.snowcrest.net/rbluff/jag/ VIDEO REVIEWS by holy joe Restrained by Desire, $29.95. (Formerly $39.95.) VHS Tape, Color, 70 minutes. Shot on film. (Not video tape.) By Ernest Greene. Stars Chasey Lain. Critics’ Choice Video: 1-800-367-7765. Web: http://www.ccvideo.com Review: Today’s question: what is it that guys like us watch, when stupid girls are ignoring us? Answer: This video! I have seen quite a few videos by Ernest Greene. He is universally acknowledged as “the master of bondage videos.” Ernest Greene, as far as I can tell, began life as a young punk rocker. Instead of just going to clubs and shooting drugs, he got hold of a camera. He began making videos. They starred women, some attractive, some not. In the videos the women wear sexy leather ‘clothing’. They punish each other. If you’re looking to see women being actually whipped, or even spanked, forget it. If you’re looking to see women pretending to be whipped, as in The Story of O, forget it. What does a whipping consist of, in an Ernest Greene video? It consists of one woman spending many, many minutes whisking a whip across the bottom of another woman. But the other woman seems not to be affected in any way by the whipping. That, in effect, is what an Ernest Greene video consists of. Most of the Ernest Greene videos I’ve seen are simply not worth buying. I do have a lot of respect for a punk rocker who can build a bondage empire, consisting of videos, and win international renown. However, given the fact that the women in the Ernest Greene videos can be quite unattractive, and aren’t really whipped, I don’t consider them worth buying. What are the positive aspects of an Ernest Greene video? Well, Ernest Greene does really like bondage. He makes quality bondage sets and costumes. Second, his videos are improving. He’s switched from video tape to film. He’s now able to hire reasonably attractive actresses. The best actress I’ve ever seen in any porno video is Chasey Lain. Chasey has a very slow, sexy way of acting. Chasey is one of the women who stars in Restrained by Desire. She makes this video worth buying. (This is, in fact, the only Ernest Greene video I’ve seen that I considered to be worth the money.) This video begins with a blonde woman being ‘tortured.’ She’s reasonably attractive. The best part is when she’s made to wear something under her chin. It looks like a big plate. It cuts off her view of her lower body, where another woman is busily torturing her pussy. (It’s more fun, I suppose, when you can’t see what a torturer is doing to you.) “Please, mistress, may I cum?” the trapped blonde begs the film’s mistress, as a second female jabs at her pussy with a vibrator. That was a good scene. Another scene that’s even better stars Chasey Lain. In this segment, Chasey is whipped. (Like I said, an Ernest Greene whipping is one where nothing happens. I found the whipping quite boring.) Then, however, comes the good part. Chasey is made to kneel and blow-job a woman who’s wearing a rubber dildo. You might think, ‘that’s boring, compared to a real penis.’ Perhaps. But I have no interest in watching a real man, with a real penis. A woman, on the other hand, wearing a fake penis, is quite enjoyable to watch. I liked this scene a lot. The rubber dildo wiggles, stiffly, just like a real penis would, which makes it look quite sexy. You have not lived until you’ve seen Chasey Lain blow-job the dildo in this video! I would recommend it to every female in the world to watch. It’s a very, very instructive scene, showing how to do a proper blow-job. When Chasey has blow-jobbed the dildo, it’s time for her to be fucked by it! First, the woman fucks her in her pussy. That’s a good scene. But then the best scene I’ve ever watched in a porno movie comes: Chasey Lain gets fucked up the butt by the dildo! What a great scene! You never actually see the dildo go into Chasey’s butthole. However, you do see it oiled up, as it wiggles expectantly. You also see Chasey Lain’s bottom oiled. Then, the camera switches to Chasey’s face and you see her wince and moan as the dildo is (apparently) inserted! I give this video a high recommendation. The actresses put their all into their performances, kissing and consoling each other even as they punish each other. Chasey Lain is fantastic. (Particularly in the blow-job scene, and getting fucked up the butt.) Something I found unfortunate is that, when a punishment scene starts, the woman is already bound and tied. It would be far better, I think, to see her undress, and to see her getting tied up. Then, when she is whipped, she should be responsive!!! I don’t need to actually see her receiving a real whipping. However, as with Chasey apparently getting fucked up the butt, she should *pretend*, at least, to be suffering. If she just stands there, as she does in all Ernest Greene’s videos, what’s the point? The Story of O, $39.95. VHS Tape, Color, 97 minutes. Critics’ Choice Video: 1-800-367-7765. Web: http://www.ccvideo.com Review: This is a great video! It’s about the sexual adventures of a young girl in France. In this video, it’s unlikely that the actress is actually getting whipped, in real life. But boy, she sure *pretends* she’s getting whipped! You see her kick, and scream, and moan. You see a gradual transformation too: at first she’s yelling very loudly, when she gets her first whipping. In later whippings, she’s able to bear her punishment more easily. Finally, at the end of the film, she’s given a chance to whip another girl. She does-- but then, in a wonderful scene, she throws down the whip and apologizes to the girl for whipping her. This video begins with a girl who has a lover. He wants to see her whipped. (God knows why.) He takes her to a special house and leaves her there. There she is whipped and tortured by various male ‘masters,’ along with other female ‘slaves.’ She eventually falls in love with one of her masters. (Again, God knows why.) Finally, the girl (named O) is released back to her boyfriend. The boyfriend, you would think, would be glad to get his girlfriend back in one piece. (If slightly used.) Not this guy! He instantly turns her over to another man. This man fucks her up the butt and whips her. Finally, O is taken to a ‘school for girls.’ There, a woman tortures her some more, and teaches her to torture other girls at the school. What is so great about this video? Well, first of all, this is a real movie. It has amazing scenes in it. Even scenes of O walking in the street, with her clothes on, can be quite fascinating to watch. Furthermore, like I said, when O is whipped, you see her suffering! When she’s fucked up the butt, you see her suffering. When you see her fucked in the cunt, you see her suffering. When you see her giving a blow job, she looks like a real female, submissively giving a real (but artfully done) blow job. At the same time, however, the entire film consists of *acting*. (So far as I can tell.) At no time does O actually get whipped, fucked up the butt, fucked in the cunt, or give a blow job. But the acted-out scenes of her doing these things are highly convincing. In my case, I have almost zero interest in seeing a real live female actually whipped, or actually fucked. But I must say that I do like highly artistic, well-acted scenes of these sorts of things happening. I have never found another film of the quality of The Story of O. It appears to be a one-of-a kind film. One thing that was very bad about The Story of O that I got on videocassette, however, is the tape quality. God, what a shitty tape! I don’t think it was a manufacturing defect. I think, for some reason, the master of this film (which was made 24 years ago) has degenerated. So, while I highly recommend this film, at the same time, I must warn you that the tape quality truly sucks. Well, girls, now you know what happens while you’re busily ignoring us guys! We’re not sitting home crying. No, no. We’re consulting with Ernest Greene and The Story of O. So when you do finally agree to go out with us, we’ll know what to do. WHACK! Incidentally, in perusing the Critics’ Choice catalogue, you may see VHS tapes for sale under the title “Dream Girls” or even “Dreamgirls.” There is no connection between those tapes and me. When I get enough money to make a tape, I’ll let you know. And I’m not going to fool around naming it some name I came up with myself. I’m going to call it “Coca-Cola Girls.”