0 comments/ 28790 views/ 1 favorites The Little Olympics By: justincbenedict CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE, JANUARY 5, 2006 "Tuff-Cuff Disposable Satin Nickel Handcuffs" "Check" "Humane Restraint Nickel Finish Leg Irons" "Check" "Custodial Cuffing Lightweight Aluminum Handcuffs" "Check" "Tactical Hinged Handcuffs with Colored Coating" "Check" Soapy looked up from his pad wearily at his very pregnant daughter Selma, now The Widow Vesuvio-Soaperstein, who was busily checking off inventory. "God I am so sick of this...let's give up on inventory and do something else, honey..." Selma looked adoringly at her father, who she loved and worshipped, despite his having been 21 years of disappointment. Being left to grow up in orphanages and foster homes while Daddy and Mommy shot dope and went to prison was bad, but he NEEDS me so much now! And he feels so bad that my husband O.D'd....but now he's taking care of me...we're working together...whee! Selma smiled adoringly at Soapy "Well we do have to send out the newsletters for the Little Olympics!" Soapy shuddered BRISTOL, RHODE ISLAND, JANUARY 11 It was a snowy day at Landon University. "Come on, lets go out and have a snowball fight...just for fun" Thomasine, a bottle blond in a snug black turtleneck said to Claire, Beth and Zoe. Zoe, who was cleaning the ashtrays for the Kappa Gamma Sade smoking lounge, looked up hopefully. Suddenly Zoe ducked, as a visiting male sophomore threw a half-full beer can at her. She was getting good, she didn't fall over this time. Hopefully Zoe could get all this cleaned up before noon, as she had an organic chemistry final to study for. "Do you want to come to the snowball fight, Zoe?" Thomasine asked, with a smile. Zoe smiled. Maybe they want me...as a real friend this time! Not like that horrible Frisbee game last fall... Frisbee,when they made me take off a piece of clothing every time I missed a catch, or when they played "Zoe Ping-Pong" in the arcade room. Things might be different now. Zoe remembered her father's horror when she transferred to Landon, which he considered quite a mediocre school "You were brilliant, even in third grade," Daddy said " You could diagram complex sentences, explain the muscular system by which a snake moves, differentiate the Hollenzollern versus the Romanov dynasties... And now you leave a four year academic scholarship at Bennington to go to this terrible school just because you like the description of their sorority house?" But it was true...Zoe had transferred to Landon just because of this house and these girls...even though they were so cruel... No one was ever cruel to Zoe at Bennington, where her naturally curly blonde hair tossed in the wind as she walked...everyone worshipped Zoe there. This wouldn't happen with Zoe's hair here, because Claire had decided that Zoe was too vain about her hair, and she'd shaved Zoe's head...and did it every week now, and Zoe had learned to keep from sobbing when she did... Why were they so cruel? Remember that horrible camping trip where Thomasine and Claire had whipped Zoe's breasts with those thorny branches and offered her beautiful mouth up to homeless tramps who had been wandering by! Dressed as she was in miniscule panties and high heels, it had been quite exhausting scrubbing the bathrooms, cleaning the other girls rooms and going down on that bitch Heather McPherson and her boyfriend, the engineering major...all this before breakfast! It was especially galling since Zoe was as well off, actually financially better off than many of the women at Kappa Gamma Sade; but she had to clean, as she was the sorority drudge... And though her buttocks ached from the hairbrush spanking Beth had given her last night in the Student Union in front of the clapping, drunken Men's Rugby team, Zoe wouldn't have it any other way. After all, when it had been time to fill out what you wanted for a dorm, there had been so many alternatives— There was a Sober Dorm, Christian Fellowship Dorm, a Study Dorm, a Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender Drop-in Support Group, an African-American Center... And Zoe had been so excited when she'd read about the Kappa Gamma Sade house! She'd actually transferred from Bennington, where she'd been a Campus Cutie, Homecoming Queen, Rose Bowl Princess and pampered girlfriend of a top accounting major— No one could understand leaving a great school like Bennington... Leaving all that to transfer to Landon,a mediocre safety school which had a shittier Environmental Economics program (Zoe's major) but DID have Kappa Gamma Sade..."The Sadomasochistic Sorority"...and Zoe had hesitantly put in "submissive" under "orientation". And now...she was one of 14 sub girls serving 128 dominant women students...and their drunken, leering boyfriends. And Zoe was quite happy...except that sometimes she wanted a regular friendship...was that going to happen today? After all, Thomasine was being so nice, though when Zoe had brought her breakfast in bed that morning, Tommie had thrown hot coffee on Zoe's bare breasts because Zoe had forgotten to put in the Spenda. "Okay, I'd love to, let me just get my clothes on." Zoe was so excited, she ran to put something on to cover up her meager bra and panties. "No no!" Claire and Thomasine said, jumping up, and grabbing Zoe by the shoulders. "We're going to need a target...bind her wrists just as she is, Beth." Beth screamed for the other girls and suddenly Zoe's bra and panties were being ripped off, and she was being bound and cuffed, and she was hauled out of the House and into the snow. "P-please no...this is too much." Zoe was struggling, but with her hands cuffed behind her, she fell to her knees in the slush. Tommie, Beth and the other girls, bound up in their comfortable parkas, were throwing cold snowballs at the shivering, naked girl, who was bursting into tears. Claire, as she packed a small rock in her snowball to zero in on Zoe's 36DD breasts (Claire hated it that she herself was so flat) whispered in Thomasine's ear. "Did you get my e-mail? About the Little Olympics? We are going to take Zoe there, right?" Tommie grinned, as she hit Claire in the right eye with a particularly painful snowball. "You bet your ass, girl..we are entering her in EVERYTHING!" Zoe, suffering as she was, heard the phrase "Little Shop Olympics" and shuddered more... She'd attended the Little Olympics the year before as a spectator, and knew how much WORSE it would be as a participant... Oooh, an ice-ball hit her bald head, and it just HURT. As Zoe dodged cold snowballs, she realized what she was going through right now was NOTHING compared to the Olympics. SPOKANE, WASHINGTON, JANUARY 20 Austine smiled at Aristotle Hacker Binks, as he stood, naked except for his chastity device, in the ornate parlor. "I guess it's time, sweet...you look so anguished." The peitite redhead (this week; last week she was a platinum blonde) smiled at her loving husband... Aris ground his teeth. "It's been 95 days, Austine, and I've attempted to do your bidding." All the housework, the constant licking between her legs, the many presents... Aris had never known what a startling difference there was between fantasy and reality when he'd answered the Perv.com ad that had read "Pouting domme looking for wealthy, submissive husband willing to give up 80% of sexual pleasure." "Imagine that..." Austine meditated, running her tongue across her lips. "Ninety-five days...twelve weeks of licking my little body nightly, sucking me to screaming orgasms...cleaning all the spooge out that your gardener shot in me...Jorge does spurt, eh, Aris?" Austine sniggered. She loved the desperate look, and of course the condition of poor Aris's balls, purplish-blue...and when she did remove the chastity device, seeing his poor, thickened, chaste penis drip in desperation... and she loved teasing him about sucking off the gardener! Aris refused to take the bait, looking depressedly at his locked penis. "And the sad little looks you give me when I sent you off to bed, night after night, in your little maid's room, to try to sleep with your huge, locked hard-on... Sometimes you'd cry, Aris, and it just broke my heart." But Austine giggled merrily. Aris had to control himself. If he lost his temper, Austine might make things difficult for him. He'd been a little sharp with her yesterday, and she'd made poor Aris hang by his nipples in the basement for nearly three hours! And she had to let him cum...he'd been such a good boy. But she was so hard to pin down...but it had been three MISERABLE MONTHS. With his skills at bargaining and debating, Aris should be able to convince darling Austine to keep her part of the bargain..couldn't he? "Darling please...you always have me keep my commitments...you promised, darling..., Can I get unlocked now...you promised, if I did the nice-nice with my mouth for the men at the homeless shelter last night?" Aris asked with pleading eyes. These were terrible arguments, but what else did he have? "I did say yes..." Austine smiled "And you do deserve it..." Aris's heart leaped in his mouth...Oh boy... "But then I got this in the mail!" Austine flashed a paper at him, and then handed it to Aris to read. Aris bit his lip. "You-you're entering me in the Little Olympics again this year?" Austine smiled. "Yes, same category...and so we have to practice denial!" Aris shook his head. "P-please, Austine...can't I cum and start over...it's more of a, um challenge that way!" He'd become a millionaire with his argumentative skills... Austine shook her head. "No, I think not." Austine smiled sunnily. "I think we're going to keep you chaste til after the Chastity Meet in June. Sorry, hon." She turned to her knitting. "B-but it's not fair!" Aris lost his temper. "I-it's been since November, and I came by accident that time, when you were teasing me, I got punished...It's not fair!" Aris kicked the coffee table, and Austine's eyebrows shot up. Reaching for a little bell, Austine's pink nails rattled it. The curtain to the parlor opened an a muscular young man walked in."Yes, Mrs.Binks?" Austine gracefully rose. "Liggins, I am going upstairs to meet my Pilates instructor. Mr. Binks has just begun a tantrum. Could you take him downstairs and work him over with the Spencer paddle and the tawse?" Liggins smiled as Aristotle backed off. "Yes, of course. Come with me, Mr. Binks." As Aris was dragged away, protesting, Austine walked to the door, mentally remembering that she had to call and confirm to the Little Shop... LAREDO, TEXAS, FEBRUARY 3 "Yahh!" Jillian's South African police baton whacked Jody on the back as the older woman tried to pull her husband's girlfriend in the chariot. Walking by Jody, her husband, Garland-Fitzhugh Simms lifted his rattan cane and brought it down on her shoulders. "Git a move on, honey...we ain't goin' to win that gift certificate with you ploddin' like that." Using all her strength, Jody dragged the sticks at the end of the cart and it began to move. Garland Fitzhugh took a different tack and used his cane to ring a cowbell...Jody gasped, and Jillian, in the chariot seat, laughed maniacally. Jody also felt a bit weighted down because Jillian insisted on interlocking cow bells onto the rings in Jody's nipples. Jody had never realized that her fifties would be like this. She was terribly excited when her husband dominated her, but this little bitch was driving her insane. SLASH! Jody felt a cruel cut against her earlobe. The girl must have picked up the horsewhip. "That's right, Jillian!" Garland-Fitzhugh screamed back at the chariot "Give it to her! She ain't goin' to move unless she's encouraged!" Garland-Fitzhugh slapped the cane across Jody's buttocks, opening up another sore that Jody had gotten after Jillian and her friends had sucked sugar cubes injected with STP or elephant tranquilizer and gone too far with a scourge. LASH! LASH! Jillian cracked the whip enthusiastically, and long red welts appeared across Jody's back. SMACK! CRACK! Garland-Fitzhugh's cane caught Jody right under her chin. "Move, you stupid, menopausal old drudge!" her loving husband hollered. Her weariness suddenly gone, Jody began running with the cart, and the follow up lash that opened an old blister on her back helped her along. All last night Jillian and Garland-Fitzhugh had put out Marlboro Lights on Jody's ass (as she was acting as human hassock) and talked about how this year, Jody would win the Human Pony Chariot Races, or they'd know the reason why! "Yee-haah!" screamed Jillian. "You're fast for an old pig! We're going to take the gold cup home this year from the Little Olympics, you best believe that" "You better, Jody" Garland-Fitzhugh warned, as his cane swung dangerously close to her tender shoulder. "I don't want a repetition of last year, when that woman Mistress Nightshade's husband beat you...that was REAL humiliating for Garland-Fitzhugh, hon." Last year had been a horrible mess. The Olympics were such a bad memory! Jody had done well enough in the Qualifications, beating out Master Thumbscrew's champion runner, Shirley, and a mess of newbie runners. Garland-Fitzhugh had been so pleased with Jody's placing that he'd allowed her to masturbate herself on her knees with a cucumber in the stalls! But then in the race, Jody had fallen back, though through no lack of enthusiasm from her jockey. Garland-Fitzhugh's previous girlfriend, a Miss Shauna Blum, who he'd met at a dental hygienist's conference in Houston, ahd been in the driver's seat of the chariot. Shauna had not had much practice with a whip, but she was an expert fly-fisher, and thus had a good throwing arm—Jody'd been all over welts during practice sessions! "Jump it Hogina" Shauna would say, as she cracked the whip..."Hogina" was Shauna's pet name for Jody, and she really got work out of the older woman, pulling that damn cart. So Jody had been getting ahead, and soon it was she and Mistress Nightshades' boy, Slave Orvard, a statistician for the Navy, who was a fairly good runner. But Jody had lost quite a bit of weight on the strict diet that Garland-Fitzhugh had put her on—four celery stalks and a bowl of weak carrot soup a day, eaten on her knees in the kitchen while the rest of the family enjoyed the sumptuous meals that Jody had cooked previously. So Jody, trimmed down to 134 pounds, had really been pulling the cart, and Garland-Fitzhugh had been cheering wildly from the Little Olympics sidelines, blowing his whistle. Garland-Fitzhugh had had heavy bets on Jody's winning with various lesbian dommes in the seats, and others were also placing bets on Jody in the $2 Trifecta, though they were playing three runners, hoping they'd come in first, second and third in exact order. The Trifecta had been Jody, then Orvard, and then last Master Pagan's wife, Antoinette-Marie, but known to one and all as Ectoplasm...she was fast, but not as fast as Jody! It had been going great in the final round, everybody excited watching the naked "ponies" pulling the chariots...and Jody had been in the lead, but then she'd stumbled, and Orvard had zoomed by with Nightshade, breasts bouncing in her leather tank top, hurrying him on with a cat o 9 tails! As Soapy had handed Nightshade the trophy and the gift certificate, Nightshade had snapped her fingers, allowing Orvard to drop to his knees and jerk off before the cheering crowd...his first orgasm in seven months! And Jody...oh, it had been bad! Enraged, Garland-Fitzhugh had jumped over the fence, and run at her with his gold knobbed walking stick, and begun thrashing her before she even got the bit out of her mouth! He'd whacked and slashed the poor woman until he'd had to be dragged off by other Masters...and she'd spent six weeks at the Little Shop Kennel under a Purple designation—not too good! So Jody knew she had to get with it this time! Now, she looked earnestly at her husband who was waving the cane. "I won't disappoint you, Garland-Fitzhugh. We'll get the cup and the gift certificate this year, dearest." As Jillian landed another lick on Jody's rotund, cellulite covered bottom, she began singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas " at the top of her lungs. PERTH, AUSTRALIA, FEBRUARY 11 Ronald Demphill smiled uncertainly at Dr. Artemis Iglehart as she spoke animatedly to his wife. "The Little Shop, I know you've heard of it..." Payton smiled. "Of course! Ronald and I order most of our equipment from the store in Wilmington, Delaware in the States!" She smiled at her husband, who was looking a bit nervous. "Ronald really had a reaction to the cattle prod I got there...he's quite anal retentive." Dr. Iglehart smiled, unconsciously shaking her auburn hair down on her right shoulder. Payton and Ronald were her favorite couple. Payton with her short blonde hair and large firm breasts, and her sweet but somewhat backward husband, Ronald. Of all the couples that came for sex therapy Dinsmore-Iglehart Matriarchial Clinic, the Demphills seemed as if they'd come the farthest. "I just was so entertained, Payton, by your description of Ronald and the cinderblock ball weights, that I thought you might be interested in becoming eligible to compete in the United States hosted Little Olympics. This is a series of contests which are sponsored by the Little Shop's head store, in Concord, New Hampshire." "Olympics, you mean to perform? I don't think.." Ronald's interruption was stopped as Payton smiled at him. "Ronnie, darling, you know what Mummie said about speaking out of turn? We agreed I would do the talking here, didn't we?" Payton bent her blonde bob over her purse, shuffling until she pulled out a thick wooden hairbrush, which she tapped impressively against her pale blue halter top. "Do you feel the need, darling for..." Ronald shook his head, blushing, and Dr. Iglehart smiled. "As I was saying, Payton, you could just take a two week trip to the U.S., and enter Ronald, and if he won you'd get quite a generous gift certificate...and there are other contests, such as the Long-term Masturbation-thon, where the man who holds out the longest wins...quite exciting, and of course the dart tossing and the chariot races." "D-dart tossing?" Ronald asked, aghast. "Yes, it's a form of nipple torture." Dr. Iglehart said, sweetly. "Did you speak again, Ronald?" Payton asked severely. "I think you'd better drop your breeches, darling." As Ronald shook his head, Payton stood up, exercising her long legs, and dragged Ronald up off his chair by his ear. As Dr. Iglehart smiled, Payton unzipped and pulled down Ronald's Armani pants and pulled him over her knee, ripping down his silk boxers. As the hairbrush fell heavily against his white bottom cheeks, Dr. Iglehart put the Demphill's name down as a possible contestant couple for the Little Olympics. The girls giggled as they approached the Breast Hanging event, housed in a huge barn. Stopping just inside the dor, they conferred. "Oh my God--did you see that weird guy in the leather thing" Thomasine giggled to Beth, who made a puking motion. Claire tossed her strawberry curls. "I like, can't believe there are so many FAT people involved with S&M. I know lots of OLD people are in it, you know, in their thirties and forties, but why do they have to be so goddam FAT? At least our Zoe here isn't like, a chub." Claire accidentally-on-purpose nudged Zoe right in her tube topped breasts, so that they hurt. But Zoe didn't say anything. as always. The girls had kindly allowed Zoe to grow her hair so that it now fell over her shoulders a bit in curls...they wanted their "heifer to look hot". The Little Olympics A short girl with six noserings and violet hair approached them, carrying a clipboard. "Hi, are you the group from Landon University?" As the girls nodded enthusiastically, the girl smiled. "I'm Selma Soaperstein-Vesuvio,and I'm a little tired...I just had a baby, but bear with me." Claire squealed. "Oh, that's so exciting, my sister is four months along! But anyway, yeah, we're here to enter Zoe." Again Claire slammed her elbow into Zoe's left breast, and Zoe bit her tongue to keep from screaming. It wasn't her fault that she had bigger tits than Claire did. Or that Zoe had a beautiful skin tone, even after Claire had made Zoe dip her face into a bowl of dog urine from the Holiday Inn's mascot Rottweiler for an hour that morning. There was a yell, and the coeds stepped past Selma into the barn, where a rather corpulent woman with white hair and hands cuffed behind her back was standing on a painter's ladder, while a man of similar age stood on a similar ladder. As Thomasine gasped, the older man was clipping the fat woman's right breast, a 44E if anything, to a hook attached to a ceiling beam. "Oh, this hurts, Fernley." the woman said, wincing, in a thick English accent. "Must you clip it so hard?" "Quilla, old gel, you dasn't want to fall to the ground do you?" Fernley asked, sounding like the Artful Dodger. Quilla's left breast was already clipped, and the girls could see that the clips were really locked in there with little pegs through holes in the woman's pierced nipples. "All right, youre all hooked up!" Fernley proclaimed, and rapidly went down his ladder. "P-please Fernie, don't leave me yet." Quilla said, balancing herself awkwardly with a knee. "Sorry, dear, I want to go get a Heineken. Might as well suspend you though, even if the event don't start for another half hour." Fernley said, rapidly pulling Quilla's ladder out from under her. Suddenly the fat woman screamed, as she was suddenly hanging from her breasts, which were capriciously clamped to the beam. "Please Fernley, Don't make me hang like this until the event, dear!" As she thrashed about, the weight on her nipples intensified, and the girls on the floor stared in mute horror as Fernley picked up a riding crop from the ground, affectionately swatting Quilla on her considerable buttocks. "Ever the drama queen m'luv. I'll see you in a bit." Fernley nodded at the group, and walked out of the barn. Thomasine and Claire looked at Zoe, while Beth puked. "Zoe, you don't have to go through this." Tommie said with a tremulous smile. Zoe breathed in, and her boobs jiggled in the top. "I want to." she said simply. "Hook me up, guys!" In the Orgasm Restraint barn, things were quite excited. Racing touts and gamblers with cigars in their mouths, men used to casino gambling, had discovered the Little Olympics years ago. This, when the first Little Shop owner had started the Little Olympics in the 1950s, and knew which men were known for not cumming the longest...and they were laying their bets! The reigning champ, Sven "The Hen" a straight drag queen from Finland, was kneeling in his garter belt and panties and high heels, as one of the handlers locked his hands behind his back. Austine whispered into Aris's ear "Sven was masturbated by 18 different women last year and held out for seven hours...his wife gave him a bullet to bite on at one point." Sven's wife, Mistress Tuukaa pulled his panties down, and all could see his three month denied purple cock. The new theory was, the longer denied the better at holding it! One couple had been disqualified already because the fellow's penis had been doctored with some sort of anesthetic! Aris breathed through his teeth as Mistress Georgette paraded across the floor, encircled by naked men with their hands tied behind their heads. "Now, since we don't want you boys to have it easy, with your Mistress rubbing your cock a little slow so you'll win...the wives and girlfriends will take turns jerking men off. Your wife will play with your dick, then the next girl will play with your dick...and they'll try hard to make you cum, so their guy will have a better chance!!" Everyone laughed nervously as Mistress Georgette went on. " This way, everyone gets a tough time of it. And remember, hold out... Whoever cums last wins, and it's a three thousand dollar gift certificate! that can be used at Little Shops in the fifty states, Puerto Rico and Samoa!" Austine's red tresses bounced against her shoulder as she gave Aristotle a deep kiss. "Aris, hon, I'll be doing my best to make as many of these guys cum before you do as possible...do I look cute?" Aris looked at his beautiful 23 year old wife, dressed as she was in baby doll lingerie. But many of the women were dressed this way, and some of the homelier wives and girlfriends had hired attractive escorts to take their places in the line of massagers. "Just be a good boy and don't release...remember, I'll give you the battery and jumper cable punishment if you do." Austine warned. "And if you win, sweet...I'll let you fuck me every night for a week!" The Breast Hanging Event was also going strong. Zoe had confessed to the Breast hanging monitor that her nipples had never been pierced, so that had had to happen, and it wasn't fun. The Kappa Gamma Sade girls were quite taken with Eligius, the guy doing the nipple piercings. He was tall and had kind of a Tom Cruise look, if Tom had had a receding hairline. As Zoe knelt before Eligius, stripping off her tube top, Eligius's eyes opened up a bit. Zoe smiled involuntarily, proud of her full pink breasts—but only for a moment, as Claire accidentally-on-purpose ran her knee against Zoe's left breast rather hard, punching the nipple so a purple spot rose on the areola. Zoe took the hint and looked modestly at the ground. "Wow...this is so interesting" Tommie said to Eligius. "How did you get into piercing nipples? I read that you do this for a living." "Well, I did the first piercing to myself, for my wife...Taryn is a beautiful, exciting woman, and she has a lot of male friends." Eligius gestured to a curvy brunette, who was about twenty pounds overweight but in all the right places. Taryn, who was sitting on a director's chair, reading a Jane Austen novel looked up and waved to the Kappa Gamma Sade girls, smiling. Eligius looked adoringly at her, running his tongue across his lower lip and Taryn stuck her own tongue out at him. Eligius turned to the girls. "Anyway, I guess I got a little lonely because Taryn kept going out with these men, and coming home for me to clean her out, if you know what I mean." Beth blushed, and Claire and Tommie grinned. Zoe, of course kept her eyes to the ground. "So I was masturbating a lot when she wasn't around...Taryn didn't believe in this, and told me how hurt she was that I was spending time in self abuse." Eligius confessed. "So I purchased the Little Shop booklet on how to self-chastise, and went out and bought a leather hole puncher, a padlock with a shackle forty millimeters wide and about six millimeters thick, and of course some iodine." Eligius smiled again, and Thomasine wondered why he couldn't use his dick for some constructive purpose on her. "So then I punched a hole in my foreskin's right side, and then again on the left side which of course hurt." Eligius said, rubbing his crotch in memory. "Then I put two holes through my ball sack, so with the penis attached to the balls, of course there was no way of getting a full erection!" Eligius smiled, though the girls couldn't understand why. "And then I was able to put the padlock shackle through. And although there was some slight bleeding, it wasn't bad at all, really. " Eligius smiled. "I've done it for a number of male friends in the Little Shop e-community." "What about women?" Beth asked, with a significant look at Zoe. "Can they have chastity piercings?" Zoe gasped, thinking of how much she enjoyed masturbating, her only positive side-effect of the abuse she got from the rigors of the Kappa Gamma Sade house. "Oh yes." Eligius replied. "It's done by putting a row of piercings along both sides of the outer labia lips, and then chaining them together." "If it's done right, a femsub can still pee and you can still put tampons in her. But of course it can still be painful in daily activities like sitting, peeing, and bike riding..." "Oh, pain wouldn't be a problem for us." Claire said, and Thomasine, Claire and Beth giggled all at once. "Though actually in reference to urination" Eligius said thoughtfully. "The clitoral lips can be locked together a bit tighter to prevent urinary release...it's a form of bladder torture, that is popular among some of my customers." Claire snorted. "Oh, we're old hands at that one, eh, Zoe?" The other girls giggled merrily, except of course for poor Zoe. She recalled the first frat social that she'd been stupid enough to attend after having joined the Kappa Gamma Sade sorority house. Zoe was quite pretty, and it was before her hair had been shorn, and many fraternity boys had competed to get Zoe drunk, giving her Heinekens and beer-bongs, and having her participate in shot contests. But Zoe had been going to keg parties since junior high, and was a seasoned drinker...unfortunately, when she'd awakened, she'd had hangover a need to pee...and then Claire and another little bitch named Molly had "sympathetically" given Zoe the hot cocoa in bed that they'd made from Ex-Lax. By the time Zoe had made it to the bathroom, and learned that the doors were locked, she was in true agony. "Honey, no peeing and no shitting...we want you to hold it in til noon." Thomasine giggled. "In fact, we've brought all the boys from the party last night to watch you dance!" And suddenly the smoking lounge had been filled with laughing, clapping young business majors putting their hands together and screaming "Dance, Zoe, Dance!" Two other submissives from other Kappa Gamma Sade floors had been ushered up, both quite hung over, and dancing with agony from bladder and bowel misery. Nelleke Braunstein, an art history grad student with copper tresses, had been stripped by the Floor Three sorority sisters, and was wearing mousetraps on her nipples and clitoral lips. Nelleke was ushered into the smoking lounge by an angry fat lesbian, who poked her with a bamboo staff. "Get in there, Nelleke, you pig!" The bull dyke had some nerve, as Nelleke was gorgeous and weighed about ninety pounds, and she herself tipped the scales at two-fifty. But Nelleke had danced in, her hands in front of her crotch, as her full breasts had bounced with the evil mousetraps on them. "Oh please let me pee...oh God." Nelleke had cried, before being joined by a male accounting major and transvestite, Maurice, who was known as Marjeta and was the property of the girls on Floor Eight. Marjeta was also naked except for thigh high panties and pasties and lip gloss...and tap shoes, which had been found for him...and Marjeta made quite a lot of clatter while holding his urine-heavy cock. Zoe trembled as she remembered how much her stomach hurt from the gallon of beer, and how difficult it had been to hold a finger in her buttocks to keep the shit from pouring out like runny chocolate syrup. The three had danced while the boys had clapped...and when Zoe had faltered, Tommie and Beth had helpfully come in, carrying a cane and a racquetball racquet respectively, and they'd heated up Zoe's buttocks and thighs until she'd danced some more! Then there had been a big mess as they'd all had the accidents at the same time...and Zoe was known as the Kappa Gamma Sade Cesspool by the scornful campus for months... Zoe prayed that the girls would forget about the labial piercing, and just focus on the nipples...and as the girls were so entranced by the handsome, submissive Eligius, Zoe might be lucky that way! "But are you in pain from your piercing, Eligius?" Beth asked innocently. "Sometimes" Eligius answered easily, "but it's the additional piercing I have that gives me more trouble." He grinned ruefully. "Later, I was foolish enough to add a guiche piercing, which was a metal weight that hangs through holes in my anus and scrotum, to be exact, through the mid-line of the penis extending from the frenum on the underside of the glans, or the tip of the cock down the underside of the penis shaft and the mid-line of the scrotum to the perenium, which the area between the scrotum and the anus." Eligius paused after giving the young ladies this valuable information. "When Taryn feels I'm getting on her nerves, sometimes she attaches a five pound weight to the guiche piercing, and then makes me jog around the block." Eligius laughed self consciously. "I've become much more attentive to Taryn in bed, and have actually studied up on how to be a good cunnilinguist, if you'll excuse my French...and because I'm so horny, I can massage her entire body for hours, and it gives pleasure to both of us!" " But Eligius" Tommie said earnestly, "Do you ever get relief?" Thomasine leaned over so that the front of her halter dropped, showing her cleavage, and put her hand on Eligius's arm. Tommie dropped her hand with the long purple nails to Eligius's inner thigh and squeezed. "I just think it's tough for such a cute guy...don't you ever get to, you know...have a little fun?" Eligius stared into Tommie's milky orbs and stiffened, and Zoe noticed Taryn looking over "Pride and Prejudice" and smiling broadly. Eligius bit his lip and looked at the ground. Then he raised his sad eyes, his face white as the young ladies from Kappa Gamma Sade house, even Zoe, smiled at him. "Let's get to Zoe's nipple piercing, shall we?" Over in the Orgasm Restraint barn, Aris was having a very difficult time. A gorgeous woman with an Australian accent was giving him the teasing of a lifetime. As Aris hung in front of this stranger, utterly humiliated, she was doing serious work lightly stroking his inner thighs with long burgundy nails. She shook her short blonde bob and smiled. "Do you like this? My husband was initially just entered in the ball hanging event--he'll be chained by his balls to the ceiling, competing with the breast hangers as well--that's two events, and I entered Ronnie in this one as well...he's having quite a time over there." But Aris couldn't look over when the Australian girl gestured, because she was wearing a pinstriped jacket with NO SHIRT, and her huge, tanned cleavage was mesmerizing. But if she'd looked like Broom Hilda or Madeleine Albright, she would have kept Aris utterly stone horny, because she KNEW HOW TO TOUCH A MAN. Aris felt her light fingers stroking his legs and thighs, grazing the hairs while just slightly scraping the skin. She wasn't even touching his dick yet! She knew, of course, that pummelling it wouldn't work. The girl before her, a overweight Wiccan with long black curls had just pulled and jerked Aris's cock for twenty minutes as if she were doing tug-of war, whispering hoarsley, "Cum baby, cum, so my Athelstan can win." But her efforts had done nothing...except when she gave up, the Wiccan had harshly slapped Aris's face for her trouble. The girl before that had had better technique, but she'd failed as well, and actually kicked Aris in the BALLS after realizing she was done. It was too bad...these women were such poor sports! And they should have realized that Aris had been specially trained... Austine had masturbated him for hours a day for nearly three years, giving him vicious punishments when he'd cum without permission. Aris could even "go limp" on her soprano command, he was so terrified of his young Goddess...and of course she always had Liggins, the underbutler, to add a little weight to her threats! So most of the women trying to make Aris cum were just doomed to failure. But Blondie from Australia seemed to know what she was doing, and Aris was really afraid that he might squirt when she touched his cock. "My Ron is rather afraid that I will give him jip you know, if he has an accident...but I've promised him a month of free bed privs if he wins this... My name's Payton, by the way " the girl said, smiling, as she lightly tickled Aris's scrotal sack. "Oh, that's more generous than Austine...I'm just going to get a week in bed...your husband is lucky, in a lot of ways." Aris admired Payton, and impulsively leaned over, his hands still secured, and kissed the top of her blond head. She grinned, as she used her forefinger to run a slow stroke from Aris's perenium over his balls all the way up to his ass crack, and then back to the tip of his cock. Aris gave a haggard breath, and closed his eyes. There was a howling from across the barn, and Aris saw a little man being tugged by the Wiccan. "Doncha like that?" she howled. "Let's try some corporal then, see what that does!" The obese witch picked up a thick wooden paddle provided by the Little Shop, and went behind the man, whacking his ass again and again as he screamed bloody murder, and his penis shrunk to near-invisibility. Payton laughed. "That won't get her anywhere...she's an idiot. I saw my hub actually laugh in her face when she was tuggin' at him." Payton used both hands and stroked the insides of Aris's thighs, using her fingers of her right hand to stroke his testicles and anus while the left hand reached up to massage Aris's left nipple. Aris wondered if he was going to cum immediately, and began pulling back the best he could. Now Payton was using her open hand to massage Aris's balls and butt simultaneously, and suddenly Aris felt her thumb pushing up there, and he gasped. "Like that, do you?" Payton asked, smiling. Aris's legs began shaking. "P-please, maybe you should go on to the next guy" he begged. "Oh, you don't fancy me?" Payton looked astonished. And well she should. They had been going at it for fifteen minutes, and they'd discussed, along with the teasing, a variety of other subjects. Aris learned they both played tennis, had common interests in the the show "Grey's Anatomy", Chinese opera, Wynton Marsalis jazz albums, and the Iraq situation. Indeed, Payton was an amateur military historian, and she liked duckpin bowling as well...Aris found her fascinating AND arousing. "No, no...I'm just afraid I'll cum..and I can't have that. Austine has been so patient with me." Aris begged, his eyes meeting Payton's. "I-I love talking with you, and I love this stroking...you're very beautiful and talented, I just don't want to have an accident." And it could happen. Now Payton was holding Aris's penis with her middle, thumb and index finger, the index and middle finger on the back of Aris's dick, with the thumb up front. Payton had brought a bit of lube, and had made her hand rather soggy, and ran it up and down Aris's cock enthusiastically. "I-I wish we could talk more" Aris went on. "I wish I'd met you somewhere else, but I can't cum... If I do, it'll be over...I probably won't beat out your husband, but Austine will be much less harsh on me if I can just hold out til nearly the end, you know?" And amazingly, Payton smiled. "I think you're about to cum right now, luv." And Aris's legs were shaking something fierce...and suddenly Payton took her hand away. "All right, I'll give you a chance...because I like you a bit myself." Payton gave Aris a regretful smile and moved on...and Aris almost wished he'd released! Aris's reverie was interrupted by the sound of screams from the Chariot races. "Jody, you sorry bitch, you lost again!" Aris shook his head sadly. The world was a tough place when you were a submissive! The Little Olympics Suddenly, Aris looked up, and there was a full figured brunette. "Hi, I'm Taryn...I just locked my husband up over there...Eli is getting unpierced right now...and I'm going to win this contest!" And indeed, Aristotle Binks burst into tears as Taryn made him cum in less than four minutes!