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International Adult Weekly 01- 11
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T A B L E O F C O N T E N T S
1. EDITORIALS
The Editors Bit ......................................... 1
2. ARTICLES & STORIES
HAPTER III .............................................. 1
A sluts punishment. Very graphic S & M. ................. 2
A thread from a Unknown BBS ............................. 8
3. System List's and Anouncements
Particpating systems ................................... 9
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E D I T O R I A L S
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Well first of all I would like to say welcome to all those who
are picking this up on USENET please feel free to join in by
contacting one of the systems in the list at the back of this
issue.
On the subject of the List I am conviced that it is well out of
date so if anyones system is not listed but feel that they should
be please Netmail Me at 2:254/2000 with your details.
I have now sorted out all the files that i have got and would
like some new stuff even custom written stuff for future issues.
Thats all from me this week.
Enjoy.
ED.
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A R T I C L E S & S T O R I E S
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When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee
table, feet tied, each to a leg, arms held back over my head by
Paula and Jan, and was surrounded by the guests, Gloria was
slapping my face. When I opened my eyes she smiled "she's ready
now" Craig was standing at my feet. His wife ritualistically
unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. She caressed his
penis but it was throbbing, he didn't need much help. When he
entered me it was rough. I screamed into the gag and everyone
broke in to hysterical laughter. Craig even stopped and smiled,
but not for long. He had intercourse with me more roughly than
I ever imagined possible. Each stroke seemed to burn itself
into my insides. I looked up once into his eyes and saw a
terrible fury t here. When he was done He pulled out and stood
up, He moved to the head of the table and stood over me his
penis dripping into my face. He put one foot on the table next
to my face and motioned Paula and Jan to pose on either side of
him like a champio n race car driver being congratulated after a
victory while his wife took several snapshots. They also each
put a leg up on the table, their nyloned legs flanking him as
Marion took the shots. I tried to cover up, Jan grabbed an arm
and I was jerked bac k into a helpless position. After Craig,
the other men began taking turns on me. They blanked into one
another I was only semi-aware when one was done and another
started.
Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my
14 year old, (and Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with
them on the beach during our last vacation. I was warm and
comfortable. In my dream I was warm and comfortable, I thought
I saw my son coming towards me with a cold coke. He threatened
to pour it on me. I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's
face as he rubbed a cold bottle of beer against my crotch.
Things were quieter, the lights had been turned off in this end
of the room, there were several candles lit. I was no longer
gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles and his wife
Marie gently guided me to a couch. I noticed that most of the
guests were gone, there were several couples sitting at the
other end of the room talking with Gloria and Dave but they paid
us no attention. Marie helped me gather my shoes, panty hose, bra
and what was left of my blouse. My panties were nowhere to be
found. I put on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes
and skirt. Steve was still holding my blouse and bra. Gloria
noticed something and wa lked down to our end of the room. "Steve
let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan to wear
anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but
handed her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace
where it disappearred in a temporary resurgence of the dying
fire.
Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat
on the couch on either side of me. They were both quite gentle,
and after the last hours I clung to that. The room was warm but
I was still shaking uncontrollably. Steve held me to stop my
shaking. For the first time I could remember I stopped sobbing.
I didn't resist when Steve cupped one breast. He was gentle and
I felt a little safer being held. Marie spoke up. "I saved
your wedding ring for you, want it back? Of course, .... list en
though Steve has a fantasy about this, would you be willing to
help him live it? It's a lot easier than what you've already
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been through tonight". I nodded agreement silently. I knew I
had no choice and I was more comfortable here than I would have
been if Gloria noticed me again. And they were so kind, I
wanted to preserve that desparately. Steve reached for my hand
and held it while Marie slipped the ring on my ring finger.
Steve unzipped his pants and motioned for me to pull his member
ou t. I hesitated but when Marie started to move I reached for
it. I took it out, It was hard almost immediately. Marie
guided me to the floor in front of Steve where I knelt. She
pushed my Face down into his crotch and I understood I was to
take it in m y mouth. I gagged but did it. After a few moments
she pulled my head back and told me that if I wanted to I could
just use my hand but I would have to let him come in my face.
Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a kind of shock. Everytime I
tried to use m y right hand she stopped me, I was to only use my
left. When he came he spurted in my face and on my hand which
went up to protect my eyes. He came a lot, it was warm and felt
smooth against my skin. Flashbulbs popped. I looked left and
there were Paula and Gloria both recording this moment for
posterity. Me topless, on my knees, Steve's cock in my face and
cum dripping off my face and hand (later I was to learn that it
was dripping off my rin g, that was the object of the exercise).
When Steve finished cumming, Marie wiped his cock off with my
other hand and replaced it in his pants. They both got up as if
I wasn't even there and joined the other group. I heard a long
burst of hysterical la ughter. Gloria spoke up as they left.
"Get on your feet and bring us some wine, and see if anyone
wants any dessert." I complied, it didn't seem like there was
anything else to do at the time.
It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little
wine to the remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my
skirt and kneel on the floor under the lamp where they could all
see me, until I was needed. I complied. I tried not to loo k
into anyones' eyes, I was sobbing again but afraid of making too
much noise. At one point Gloria got up and threw my skirt into
the fire, she also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my
breasts and jerked away. "Don't you dare cover up". After that
they mostly ignored me in the conversation but would
occasionally give me a look of disgust to insure I was aware of
my condition.
For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my
breasts to avoid Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my
entire relationship with Gloria and Dave. I had never seen
anything remotely comparing to their treatment of me tonight. I
had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snippish with
me, even rude, but she had always seemed to be a fairly reliable
friend. I had confided in her about marital problems etc. and
she in me. Her cruelty shocked me as did her blatant enjoyment o
f my subjugation. I thought about Jan. She had always been a
good friend. She was what men call a doll, small, excellent
figure, pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies
but seemed to ignore them. Tonight she was acting extremely pr
ovocative, enjoying egging the men on, and directing their
energies towards me. She also enjoyed my subjugation. I never
even imagined that she could act like this.
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A sluts punishment. Very graphic S & M.
He glared at her as she stood shivering in the center of the
room, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with several
turns of rope. He could- n't remember when he'd been so furious
with her. He wondered briefly whether she was shivering from fear
or because she was naked in the cool room, then dismissed the
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question as unimportant.
"Go in the bathroom," he ordered. "Stand next to the
bathtub, facing the wall." She turned to obey.
"Wait!" he snapped. "Take this with you." She shrank
slightly back from the bull whip he held out but then took the
thick, rough handle be- tween her teeth. As she walked to the
bathroom, her head was held high and her eyes glittered with a
strange mixture of pride, anger, sexual excitement and fear. He
knew the pride and anger wouldn't last long. The excitement
wasn't his concern, except as he could use it to enhance her
torment. The fear was justified.
He slowly gathered the items he would use, giving her time
to con- template the punishment she was about to receive. When
he entered the bathroom, he saw that she had obeyed him.He had
known she would. Although the bathroom was warm, she was still
shivering.
He laid the things he had brought with him on the side of
the bathtub where she could see them: Several lengths of rope
and two nipple clamps. He saw her eyes widen in surprise as he
set the dildo down. It was new and she hadn't seen it yet. It
was huge, and its entire surface was covered with raised knobs
about a half inch in diameter. She could not see the four foot
long rod he laid on the floor behind her heels. He noticed her
glancing at the hooks he had placed in the wall, just above the
tub at each end. They were new, too, and he knew she would like
to ask about them if she dared.
"Spread your legs." She did so, and he knelt and fastened
the leather cuff around her right ankle to the hook in one end of
the rod. He tapped her left ankle. "Wider." Her left ankle was
similarly fastened.
He picked up a length of rope, doubled it, passed it around
the ropes binding her wrists and tossed the looped end over the
sturdily fastened shower cutain rod. When he ran the loose ends
through the loop and tugged on them, her arms were pulled upward
behind her back, forcing her to bend forward. He pulled her arms
up as high as they would go and listened to her low moans as he
tied the ends of the rope securely. He knew he would not be able
to leave her this way for long, that her shoulders would soon
begin to cramp. Well, she could stand it for a little while. He
would re- lease her hands later, when he had a use for them.
The nipple clamps had rings in the ends of them and
tightened when the rings were pulled. Long cords were tied to the
rings. He gently carressed her right nipple until it was firm
and hard, and then fastened a clamp to it. He ran the cord from
the clamp through the hook at the end of the tub. By the time
the pain had subsided enough for her whimpering to stop, he was
repeating the process on the left side. He drew the ends of both
cords up behind her back, under her arms, and pulled them tight.
As he pulled on them, her breasts were pulled downward and
outward by the clamps.
She bent over still further to relieve the pressure on her
nipples. He stood back a little and examined her. She still
wasn't low enough - he wanted her mouth at cock height. But her
shoulders were already twisted almost beyond endurance. "Can you
bend any lower?" he asked. Her voice was muffled by the whip in
her mouth, but the shake of her head was eloquent. "We'll see",
he murmured, and pulled on the cords still more. Sure enough,
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her body lowered another inch or two. Still not low enough, but
it was a problem she would have to work out when the time came.
As he stood behind her, tying the cords behind her back to hold
her in place, she felt his hard cock press against her exposed
ass.
"Give me the whip." She turned her head and looked over her
shoulder, offering him the whip. He saw the apprehension in her
eyes and knew what she was expecting. He had often fucked her in
the ass while stinging her with the whip, not necessarily for
punishment, but just because it felt so wonderful. Her ass would
tighten and squeeze him every time the whip fell, and he could
control the strength and frequency of the contractions simply by
how hard and fast he whipped her. This time, though, she was in
for a surprise.
He felt the handle of the whip. An inch and a half in
diameter, it's rough surface was made of braided strips of
leather, with a large bulge at the end. "I'm surprised it's not
wetter, after being in your mouth so long. It would have been to
your advantage to drool on it a little." He paused to allow the
implication of his remark sink in. Her head whipped around, and
he could see the panic in her face as she glanced from the rough
grip to his eyes. "Please", she begged, "stick it in my cunt
first." He passed a hand between her legs. Sure enough, her cunt
was dripping. The slut was excited, in spite of herself.
"No." He didn't want the whip that wet. Besides, he wasn't
about to do anything that might give her pleasure. She was
being punished. "But I'll let you lick it, if you can reach it."
He held the grip at the right side of her face, with the end
pointing toward her, just far enough away so that she could turn
her head and reach the end of the knob with her outstretched
tongue. She leaned sideways, trying to take the grip in her
mouth. As she leaned, the clamp on her left nipple tightened,
and her breast was pulled and stretched even more. She lapped
frantically at the end of the whip and finally, in desperation,
spat on it. He slapped her once, across the face. "It's not
ladylike to spit", he explained.
He spread her cheeks and inserted the end of the handle.
She screamed. She continued screaming as he slowly pushed it
deeper and deeper into her, almost all of the handle's 8 inches.
Her scream rose to a shriek when he jerked it roughly out again.
Before she could catch her breath, he shoved it back in, fast and
deep, and fucked her with it in several hard, quick strokes. She
was wailing, sobbing. Good. He stopped, gave it a twist or two
back and forth, and turned it loose, leaving a couple of inches
of the heavy handle sticking out so that its weight would pull
down on her asshole. He stood back and regarded her. The whip
coming out of her ass and trailing onto the floor looked like a
little tail. Cute.
He stepped into the tub and leaned against the wall in
front of her, his knees slightly bent, to make it more difficult
to reach his cock. She knew what was expected. She tried to
lower her head to his cock, reaching for it with her tongue. But
she seemed unable, of her own volition, to put any more pressure
on her shoulders by lowering her body further. As he watched her
struggle and listened to her whimpers of fear at the consequences
of failure, he felt an amused compassion for his whore. "Would
you like some help?" he asked gently, gazing down into her
pleading, upturned eyes. "Please, Master, could you just stand up
a little higher?" she asked hopefully. "No, I'm comfortable like
I am. But I will see if I can help you a little." He reached out
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and grasped both cords attached to her nipples and pulled down
ward firmly. Amazing what a little encouragement can do, he
thought as her mouth sank around his cock.
God, could this woman give head! He leaned his head
against the wall and closed his eyes, allowing her to work her
magic. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked down at her.
He noticed she was keeping her ass very still. Normally her
pelvis rotated slowly, involuntarily, while she was sucking him.
Of course. Any motion of her ass would cause the whip to shift
positions. That would probably hurt quite a lot. He stroked her
hair. "Are you happy to have my cock in your mouth?" She nodded
her head, never pausing in her efforts to please him. "Then why
aren't you wagging your tail, Jane my love?" he asked softly. She
audibly caught her breath, stiffened and froze in dread for an
almost imperceptable moment, then began jerking her ass quickly
back and forth, at the same time shoving her throat deep around
his cock to give him the full benefit of the scream he felt
rather than heard.
It was too much. He wasn't ready to come yet. He grasped
her hair and pulled her head away from him. He stepped out of the
tub. She was gasping and moaning. He didn't know whether it was
from excitement or pain or both. He didn't care. But he did
notice that she had stopped wagging her tail.
He grabbed the handle of the whip, rammed it roughly in and
out of her a few times, and then yanked it out. Then, just
because he was enjoying hearing her cries, he shoved it back in
and pulled it out slowly once more, twisting as he pulled. He
sat on the edge of the tub and held the handle up to her mouth.
She looked at him in horror, then turned her face away. "Clean
it, Jane. The whip is your lover. Clean your lover off." "No,"
she begged, "please, Master, no. Please don't make me." He did
not raise his voice. His calm, low tone chilled her. "I would
suggest that you clean this whip, and that you do it right now.
You are going to be very, very sorry if you don't."
She cleaned the whip. Thoroughly. He held it so that he
could watch her face while she worked. She stopped once and
asked him for a drink of water. "Not now. I'll give you
something to wash it down with in a little while."
"Very good, Jane", he said when she was finished. "I'm
very pleased with you. In fact, I am so pleased I'm going to
fuck you in your cunt in- stead of your ass. Would you like me
to let your arms down?" Her head sank and she sobbed in relief.
It was over. She was forgiven. And it hadn't been so bad, after
all. Now he was going to fuck her throbbing pussy, and maybe she
could find release from the passion and sexual tension that were
wracking her body.
He untied the rope that had pulled her arms up, but she
still could not stand upright because of the clamps pulling down
on her nipples. As the tension on her arms was released, she
struggled to keep her balance on her outspread feet. He untied
her wrists, and she moved her hands to the far side of the tub,
bracing herself. He massaged her aching shoulders, noticing that
her pelvis was already rotating in anticipation of his cock. If
she could have seen his smile, she would have been terrified.
He stood behind her and picked up the whip, explaining that
he was going to whip her until he came. She shuddered, but this
she had suffered before. She knew she could stand it, if he
didn't hit her too hard. At least he wasn't going to fuck her
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ass! Her cunt pulsed around his cock as he entered her. She
waited for him to begin thrusting, but he held himself very
still. She cried out when the whip fell across her back. "Make
me come, cunt", he ordered. "I'm not going to move. You're
going to have to do it by yourself." The whip fell again. He
traced his finger along a red welt that was rising across her
back. "And the quicker you get it done, the quicker I'll stop
whipping you."
She was able to thrust only once before a searing pain
ripped across her right breast, just above where the clamp was
attached to her nipple. "Be still." She watched the welt rise on
her breast and waited to be told what she had done wrong. "You
know, I like the way your breasts are pulled out to the side like
that", he commented. "Makes them easy to get to. I forgot to tell
you, YOU can't move either. The only thing you can move is your
hands." He began whipping her across the back again.
She pondered that for a moment and squeezed her pussy
around him experimentally. "Yes, that feels very nice," - whack
- "but it's hardly enough to make me come, is it?" He switched to
whipping her thighs. She thought frantically through a fog of
pain. She remembered once when he had made her fuck her own ass
with her fingers, while the fingers of her other hand were inside
her cunt. She recalled how the hand in her cunt could feel the
fingers moving in her ass, and how her cunt had contracted every
time she withdrew her fingers. Bracing herself on the far side
of the tub with one hand, she bent further over to give herself
room to work. She reached behind herself with her other hand and
carefully shoved three fingers - the most she'd ever been able to
get inside - as deep as they would go into her tender ass and
began to jab them in and out, trying to press down against his
cock at the same time.
He allowed her to continue for a while - it really did feel
very nice - before telling her that it probably wouldn't work
because her fingers weren't long enough to reach the tip of his
cock. With a cry of frustration and agony, she jerked her
fingers out of her ass.
She tried thrusting with her pelvis again, but a series of
blows across her tortured breasts quickly discouraged that idea.
He went back to whipping her back and thighs and, now that her
ass was more accessable because of her lower position, he whipped
that, too.
She considered begging him not to beat her so hard. He
sometimes re- sponded to such pleas during their lovemaking. But
she suddenly realized that that would be futile. This was not
lovemaking. She had been mistaken; her punishment was far from
over.
With this new insight, she whipped her head wildly back and
forth, searching for an answer. The distraction of his
throbbing cock inside her and the burning of the whip didn't
help. What did he want? She spotted the dildo. She had
forgotten about it! The lurch of his cock when he saw her eyes
fall on the dildo confirmed what he wanted. She snatched it up
and brought it to her mouth to wet it. Then she paused. If she
used it dry, it would hurt more, which would probably excite him
and make him come faster. Then the whipping would stop. Which
was worse? The whip, or shoving this huge, lumpy THING into her
ass bone dry? A lash across a very sensitive, already tortured
part of her thigh made the decision for her.
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"Help me, Master!" she wailed. "Spread my ass for me!
Please!" He complied, gladly, spreading her cheeks with one hand
while, with the other, his passion drove him to beating her even
harder and faster.
She raised the dildo above her ass and, without hesitating,
jammed it downward. She threw her head back and began her
scream before it ever touched her. It rose to an ear-splitting
shriek as the dildo ripped into her. As soon as it was in as far
as it would go, she immediately began pumping it in and out in
long, rapid strokes. God, it felt incredible. With every stroke,
her cunt pulsed fiercely, sucking him deeper into her. The
knobbed shaft stroking his cock was exquisite. Oh, yes. He was
going to make this last a while. She must have finally realized
his intention, because she suddenly switched the angle of entry
of the dildo, pulling it upward and forcing it down harder
against his cock. He saw with appreciation the way this new
angle stretched her asshole.
He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair,
twisting her head around so he could see her face. Beautiful.
Her mouth was distorted in pain. Tears were streaming down her
cheeks. She was sobbing so hard she could hardly catch her
breath. and what breath there was came out in long, deep
shuddering moans. Her eyes were squeezed shut. "Look at me,
cunt," he ordered. She didn't hear - she seemed to be in some
sort of trance. He brought the whip down directly on a nipple,
and her eyes flew open. "Look at me", he repeated. She looked.
The whip fell continuously now, but her body forgot to jerk as
she stared unblinking into his eyes. She was absolutely still,
except for the hand that was relentlessly pumping the dildo in
and out of her ass. His eyes burned into her, branding her,
possessing her, as he came.
He sat back and watched her gingerly pull the dildo out of
her ass. One final squeal escaped her lips as it came away. He
didn't have to say a word. His eyes ordered her. She brought
the dildo to her mouth and began cleaning it slowly, carefully
with her tongue. It took a while to clean around all the little
knobs. When she was finished, she looked up at him and shoved
the dildo deep into her mouth, drawing it in and out slowly. It
wasn't necessary; it was already clean. She just thought he
might enjoy seeing her fuck her mouth with it. She looked
ridiculous. He laughed at her, and she flushed with
embarassment. "You want something to wash that down with?" he
asked. "Yes. Please," she whimpered.
He stepped into the tub to do what he had put her over the
tub for in the first place. He spread his feet to keep from
getting them wet. She stiffened briefly when she realized what
he was about to do, but there was no protest, no turning away. In
the tear-streaked face she held up to him, he saw was only
acceptance. He thought it would probably be a long time before
she ever defied him again. Although her mouth was open wide, he
didn't begin peeing into it immediately. He first soaked her
hair and covered her breasts. Her body jerked slightly when
urine touched the streaks on her breasts that had been opened by
the lash, but her face remained serene, her eyes closed but not
squeezed tight. Her breath quickened.
The stream of piss splashed into her face and then began to
fill her mouth. She closed her mouth to swallow and immediately
opened it again. Twice more he filled her mouth before he was
done. He considered letting her lick him off, but decided he
didn't want to put his cock into such a filthy place. He shook
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himself off in her face and stepped out of the tub, jerking the
clamps off her nipples as he went.
He released her ankles. "Get in the tub," he ordered
harshly. "I don't want you dripping pee all over the house." She
collapsed into the bottom of the tub and lay on her back. Her
pelvis was slowly grinding, and she looked up at him with
pleading eyes. "The little cunt is turned on," he thought.
"Well, that's her problem. I'm through with her for now." Before
turning to leave, he picked up the dildo and shoved it casually,
contemptously, into her cunt. At the door, he paused and looked
back at her, her head thrown back, her eyes glazed,fucking
herself madly with the dildo.
"What a slut", he laughed as he pulled the door shut behind
him.
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06-Jan-88 08:21pm
Subject: cumming
yes, my Master is very good to me when i am a very good girl. sometimes when
Master has friends over they all want to tease me so they tease me to the
border or orgasm and stop and i have to keep from going over the edge. if i
do cum before my Master tells me I may, Master and his friends sit on chairs
in a circle and i must go to each person and beg to be spanked. if i beg
correctly they take several whips at my buttocks and/or pussy. i must also
take the whip to each of the people, hand him it, and then beg to be spanked
with it. when the person finishes spanking me i take the whip and go to the
next person and repeat the process. this goes on until my Master decides i
have had enough.
Does your master ever allow you to kiss his feet while he is whipping or
otherwise punishing you?
yes, sometimes he does. sometimes Master will order me to beg for forgivenes
whether or not i may have done anything wrong. kissing my Master's feet is
part of my begging proceedure. although i have done it many times before, i
still feel so humiliated having to kneel on the floor and kiss his feet
expecially when he whips me on the back while i'm doing it.
while on the subject of feet, my Master wants me to mention that i am also in
charge of the maintenance of his shoes. every day when he comes home i must
kneel before him and take off his shoes and then clean off the sole and shine
the shoe itself. if i make a mistake along the line, Master will whip the
bottoms of my feet until they are beet red saying that if he has to suffer the
humiliation of not having perfectly cleaned and shined shoes, i shouldn't have
to be able to walk. so i must have to crawl with sore feet for the next day.
and when i have to crawl, Master wants me to pretend i'm a cat (like my name)
because he likes having a pussy around.
More [Y,n]?
14-Jan-88 09:39am
Subject: wet pussy
I was wondering, does your Master ever make you wear a tight crotch strap
between your cunt lips, or bind your tits when you go out?
14-Jan-88 12:05pm
Subject: Re: wet pussy
yes, my Master does sometimes make me wear a tight crotch strap that fits
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between my cunt lips. it also has little cilia-like things on the inside that
tickles me when i walk. no, Master does not bind my tits when we go out
because he wants me to have everything 'hanging out' when we go out in public.
the more my breasts jiggle, the better he likes it. i will tell Master about
it and maybe he might try it.
Volume 1, Number 11 May 21, 1989
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S y s t e m L i s t ' s a n d A n o u n c e m e n t s
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This is a current list of participating systems around the world.
System Location Phone number Node No.
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The London Embassy London,UK 01-366-1778 2:254/12
The Strange Brew! Croydon,UK 01-688-5756 2:254 /19
The Connection London,UK 01-978-8540 2:254/2
The Penguin Yorkshire,UK 0943-830820 2:258/43
Frix Reading,UK 0734-420229 2:252/112
White Lightning Newbury,UK 0635-37259 2:257/9
Komputer Knowledge Kings Risbro' 0844-274065 2:257/19
UK
No Place Like Home University 301-454-0360 1:109/506
Park, MD USA
The Dungeon Sunnyvale,CA USA 408-992-0846 1:143/40
The Stargazer Laporte,TX USA 713-470-8987 1:106/131
Hefty's Villiage Memphis,TN USA (Un-Listed) 7:720/13
Zonzr East BBS Fairfax,VA USA 703-845-1125 1:109/114
The Gateway Greentown,MD USA 301-972-1428 1:109/204
Morningstar Silver Spring 301-946-3431 1:109/409
MD USA
Swizzle Stick Washington DC,USA 202-234-3521 1:109/441
Thunder Bay BBS Mt. Airy,MD USA 301-831-9012 1:109/202
Any Systems wishing to join the Echo's Please Contact the System
nearest you for details to link in.
Corrextions and amendments to by NETMAIL ONLY to 2:254/12
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