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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - B&D ACADEMY Chapter  8

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Hi,



I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't

really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to

repost the stuff I have.



There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who

have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were

originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them

first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever

increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.



The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage

orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a

little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't

be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the

stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still

apply.



I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.



Bye for now. 



Anakha

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                 B & D ACADEMY

                  Chapter  8

                  By SNIDLEY

  

  Mariko was anxious to get to bed. She hadn't been able to catch

up on her sleep ever since the late night Allison's dinner party

had forced on her. (It was after two A.M. when the guards finally

came to take her down off the rocking horse, and she hadn't slept

all that well afterwards... Because her darn bed seemed to keep

rocking!) Mariko sat on the edge of her bed wondering what was

going on. After her bath, the Stooges had come into the room and

had encased her hands in leather "mittens". They had then clipped

them together behind her back. This was very much out of the

routine. She just wished that someone would come and release her so

she could go to bed and she just hoped that she wouldn't have to

wear these all night. Finally, the door opened and Ma'am and Joan

came into her bedroom. Without ceremony, they gagged her with a wad

of cotton and taped her mouth shut. 



  "Looks like I won't be getting to bed just yet..." thought Mariko

as they stuck adhesive eye patches over her eyes. They threw a

short woolen cape over her naked shoulders and she was taken

outside. She was then bundled into the back seat of the limo and

felt another bound body pushed in beside her. Mariko had no doubt

that the other body was that of Courtney. 



  The girls were pulled out of the car about 30 minutes later and

hustled up a flagstone walkway and taken inside a building. Mariko

was surprised to hear a familiar voice guiding the procession.

Kimberly Farmington had received them at the door and brought them

into another room where Ma'am and Joan pulled off both girls capes

and pushed Mariko onto a floor covered with industrial weight

carpet. She smelled the antiseptic air of the room as they tightly

hog-tied her. Mariko listened as Courtney was hustled out of the

room and taken to see (or more accurately, be seen by,) Dr.

Farmington. Mariko hadn't realized that the Dr. stood for a D.M.D.,

a dentist, when she had first met him. This revelation occurred

with the buzzing sound of a dentist's drill from the direction that

Courtney had been taken. Mariko had never particularly liked going

to the dentist, but this was like a nightmare, She lay bound,

gagged and blindfolded on the waiting room floor as the sound of

the drill sent quivers up and down her spine. Suddenly, amidst the

drill buzz, there was a piercing scream, then another then another.

Mariko's heart leapt into her throat as she struggled frantically.

The drill sound continued, punctuated by an occasional scream or

moan. Perspiration rolled down Mariko's face as she squirmed

impotently. Then, as the sound of the drill continued, there was

the swish of nylon as someone approached Mariko and squatted beside

her. Mariko froze. 



  "Don't get too upset," Kimberly's voice whispered in her ear.

"Those meanies are only teasing you." Kimberly said kindly as she

patted Mariko on the top of the head. Then she sneaked back into

the examining room. Mariko slumped and blushed, they had gotten her

again. Sooner or later she wouldn't fall for such obvious tricks! 



  After about an hour, Courtney was brought out into the waiting

room and secured into a hog-tie just like Mariko's. Mariko could

tell from Courtney's grunts that hers was just as tight as

Mariko's. Mariko was then released and guided into the examining

room. Her hands were unclipped from behind her back and she was

pulled into a dental chair. They used tape to affix her mittened

hands to the the armrests and they taped her ankles to the

footrest. Mariko was shocked when she recognized Kimberly's voice

as the dental hygienist as she peeled the tape from Mariko's mouth

and removed the cotton wad.



  "What are you..." Mariko started to say.



  "Open wide..." Said Dr. Farmington, interrupting her.



  "But..." 



  "No buts!... Open Wide!" Dr. Farmington commanded. Mariko sighed.



  "Ahhhhhhhhh"



  Dr. Farmington pushed a small, hard rubber block between Mariko's

teeth. Ma'am, Joan and Kimberly chatted amiably, occasionally

tweaking Mariko's naked body as Dr. Farmington worked to wedge

Mariko's mouth open with the dental blocks. At one point, Ma'am

amused herself by pressing the saliva tube against various parts of

Mariko's anatomy. When she reached Mariko's clit, provoking Mariko

into quite a ruckus, Dr. Farmington interrupted and scolded Ma'am

as he continued his work.



  "This is not the time to be fooling around." He said "That will

come later." He was very serious about his work. Ma'am giggled

nonetheless. He did a quick inspection and took impressions of her

mouth. He found the beginnings of a cavity and asked if he should

fix it. Ma'am and Joan accepted his offer, to Mariko's chagrin, but

as it turned out he was very gentle and not once during the

procedure did Mariko feel any pain at all. She would recommend him

to anyone.



  After he had finished with the cavity, he worked to cement little

metal bands around four of her back teeth, two on upper teeth, and

two on lower teeth. The little bands lined up when Mariko closed

her mouth. While they were waiting for the cement to harden, Mariko

lay in the chair with a tiny rubber band wound around each nipple

and a saliva sucker set to "high" stuck between her legs.

Somewhere, through her embarrassingly orgasmic haze, Mariko over

heard Dr. Farmington explain something about "twisting the wire

tightly" and how she should "keep the cutters available in case of

an emergency" to Ma'am. After he inspected the cement, Joan began

releasing Mariko from the chair. Mariko didn't really understand

what he had been talking about so she wasn't about to worry about

what they had in store for her... just another cross to bear. She

had more important things to think about. Before the hour was out,

she was in her little bed, fast asleep, dreaming of saliva suckers.



  The next morning the girls returned to their primary source of

entertainment, The B&D Academy. Allison made certain her charges

were kept very busy while they received a well rounded, bondage

finishing school education. Along with the most rudimentary

classroom subjects like GAG 101-102-201-301, (Just think of what

went on in 301!...) there were more advanced courses like STRAIGHT

JACKET, SLAVERY 100-300, B+D FASHIONS, CREATIVE(BONDAGE)WRITING. Of

course, there were also crafts courses like DESIGNER LEATHER. They

even got to cover some of the humanities, like BONDAGE ART

APPRECIATION, and elective extra curricular activities like Glee

Club. Glee Club, in Mariko's personal experience, appeared to be

mandatory. But Ma'am stubbornly insisted that it was strictly

voluntary. Even though there was little choice in who participated

- Everyone. Mariko could never understand why ANYONE would

willingly join a bondage Glee club. Glee is supposed to mean "fun"

isn't it? and this club could be called many things, but none of

them began with fun. Gross, disgusting, rude, messy, all come to

mind, but not "FUN". (We can only leave the details to your fertile

imaginations!)



  Mariko sat at her desk listening half-heartedly as Ma'am finished

her lecture about tape. She glanced around the room at her other

classmates. Ma'am had used a roll of 4 inch wide, white adhesive

tape as a tactile aid in her instruction on gagging techniques.

Each girl had a wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth and had their

lips sealed with the sticky tape. Mariko chewed on her wadding,

trying to work it into a more comfortable position. The wetter it

got, the tighter and more compressed it got, so after 1/2 an hour,

it almost became bearable. The class was not very interesting and

Mariko began to drift away mentally. She had been held at the

Academy for what seemed like years, but more likely it was only a

few months. She began to wonder what was going on in the outside

world and Ivan suddenly popped into her mind again. It seemed so

long ago that she was loyally sending the B&D Cosmetic formulas to

him so he could catch Allison in the act of stealing his work. She

only wondered why he had not sent help for her yet. Perhaps he

couldn't find her, and that thought bothered her. She could only

imagine the panic he must be feeling, Not knowing what happened to

her or where she was. She only wished that she could get word to

him, just to let him know she was all right. But if she did that,

Allison might have found out and then Ivan would never be able to

find the spy.



  Mariko suddenly realized that the room was very quiet. When she

looked up she saw Ma'am looking about at everyone with a perturbed

look on her face. Mariko gulped to herself and looked around. All

her classmates were in various stages of consciousness. No one was

paying much attention to their teacher.



  "Okay CLASS!" Growled Ma'am. "If we aren't going to pay

attention, then we can just put our books away and we'll have a

quiz!" With that, muffled groans when up around the room. Mariko

glanced over at Courtney who looked as bewildered as Mariko felt

(Quiz?!?). She simply shrugged her shoulders and turned to watch

what was about to happen. Joan jumped up and with a big grin on her

face rushed out of the room, her long black gown flowing behind

her. She returned with two high stools and set them down beside the

teachers desk, and then went for more. Ma'am was busy clearing off

the teacher's desk, putting the books, papers, tape and the

"dreaded" paddle on the floor in the corner. As Joan was arranging

the last of the stools around the desk, Ma'am set about re-cuffing

the girl's hands behind them and unlocking their ankle stocks. As

each girl was released she went to the front of the room and sat

quietly on a stool and allowed Joan to tie their ankles and click

the third handcuff to the back leg of the stool. Mariko and

Sweetcakes were the last released and were, therefor the last to

pick their stool. The only two remaining were at the two heads of

the desk. Mariko looked around at her classmates. She wondered for

a moment what someone would have thought if they had walked in at

that moment. Sitting in a circle around a big oak desk were six

grown women, wearing silly little school girl blazers and ties.

Each handcuffed, each with a wide swatch of tape across her mouth,

all obviously about to have their collective dignity bruised.

Mariko sighed to herself, she was becoming accustom to it. Ma'am

and Joan stood outside the circle arguing about something. Mariko

saw a coin flip through the air and then heard Joan say "Heads!...

Damn!". 



  Ma'am squeezed between Sweetcakes and Tina and slid up onto the

desk. She looked slowly around the table at all the bound girls

with a broad grin on her face. She lingered a moment when she

looked at Mariko, but she suddenly spun about and faced Sweetcakes

square on. Ma'am reached up and took the tasseled cap off her head

and handed it to Joan. She then methodically slipped her hands

inside her long black gown. With a smile that brought a glower to

the face of Sweetcakes, Ma'am slowly lifted the gown over the top

of her head. To Mariko's shock, Ma'am was naked under her robes.

She tossed the robe to Joan and then lounged back onto the desk,

stretching slowly and sensually. She writhed and purred as she

moved, eyes closed as she made herself comfortable on the desk.

Mariko found herself staring at the woman who lay on the table.

Mariko realized to her surprise, that she had never seen a woman

this beautiful before. Ma'am had always simply been one of her

tormentors. Mariko had never bothered to really look at her this

way before. Now she couldn't take her eyes off her. Ma'am ran her

fingers through her thick wavy blonde hair. She opened her eyes

occasionally to look at one of the girls surrounding her. Ma'am

looked into Mariko's eyes for just a moment, then her eyes paned

down Mariko's body and then back up to her face. Ma'am's bedroom

eyes closed slowly and she ran her tongue across the corner of her

lip as she turned away. 



  "For you new girls, this Quiz..." Ma'am said slowly, "Will cover

oral sex." she said smiling. "The grading criteria is thus: If I

simply cum, You'll get a "D". If you can make me scream, You'll get

an "A". If you get a "D"..." she said pausing to chuckle, "There'll

have to be lots and lots of homework..." She continued looking

about at the helpless faces around her. "...As a matter of fact, if

you get an "A" there'll still be lots of homework." She said

smiling. "But if you get an "F"... Well, we just won't allow anyone

get an F, we'll all just have to stay here until you get a "D".

Okay?" With that, she smiled at Sweetcakes and slowly peeled the

tape off her mouth and pulled the wadding free. 



  Sweetcakes strained forward and started into her work. Mariko's

embarrassment got the best of her and she looked away from what was

transpiring scant feet in front of her. Joan grabbed the back of

her neck and turned her back to face the show. "You'd better pay

close attention..." she whispered into Mariko's ear. "'Cause I'm

next." She said with a sly grin. 



  After about 15 minutes, Ma'am's breathing became noticeably more

rapid and she writhed to Sweetcakes tongue. Ma'am reached up to her

right and pulled the tape off Annette's face and plucked the

wadding from her mouth. She grabbed hold of Annette's tie and

pulled her face down to her breast. Annette began circling her

tongue around Ma'am's nipple. Faster and faster she twirled,

Ma'am's rock hard bud folding back and forth under the pressure.

Ma'am suddenly reached to her left, and pulled the tape from

Linda's mouth. Linda didn't even have a chance to push the packing

out of her mouth before her lips were pressed onto Ma'am left

nipple. Ma'am put both of her legs on top of Sweetcakes' back but

because of Sweetcakes' position she couldn't get a hold on her.

Joan took the initiative to brace the back of Sweetcake's head and

pushed her face squarely into Ma'am's pussy. Ma'am shuddered and

grunted as she pressed against the three girls. Her back arched and

she quivered and spasmed as the orgasm overtook her. Ma'am let go

of Annette and Linda. Both girls breathed a sigh of relief and sat

up only to have Joan immediately re-gag them securely. When

Sweetcakes sat up Mariko was aghast. Sweetcake's face glistened

from her forehead to her chin with Ma'am's sexual secretions. Joan

wiped the sheen from Sweetcakes face with the wadding that had been

in her mouth just moments before. She then pressed it back into

Sweetcake's mouth and taped it shut. Ma'am, in the mean time, had

recovered enough to sit up. She sat facing Sweetcakes for a moment,

then patted her on the head. 



  "Not bad dear, I think it rates a B." said Ma'am. From Mariko's

experience she would have given it an A+. Ma'am slid off the desk

and put her robe back on. Mariko was trying not to look at Joan but

she could feel her eyes bearing into her. When she summoned the

courage, she glanced up only to be proven correct. Joan smiled and

winked at the bound girl as she slipped the black gown over her

head and slowly climbed up on the desk and stretched out on her

stomach facing Mariko. She lay there for a long moment, her elbows

on the table and her chin resting on the backs of her fingers. Her

legs were crossed at the ankles, lazily waving about in the air

behind her. Mariko looked up sadly, Joan simply smiled, an ear to

ear grin that reminded Mariko of the Cheshire cat. Mariko would

remember it for a long time to come. Joan spun around onto her back

and then sat up to take hold of the corner of the tape covering

Mariko's mouth. With one quick jerk, she snatched the tape off the

Japanese girl's mouth and plucked the wad from inside her mouth.



  "Get to work!" Joan ordered, and Mariko was in no position to

refuse.



  Forcing herself to ignore the stinging that surrounded her lips,

Mariko bent to her task. With her wrists cuffed to the back leg of

her stool she had to stretch uncomfortably forward to reach Joan's

pussy. As she neared the target, she couldn't help but whiff the

pungent aroma of Joan's body. Mariko had never been this close to

another woman's vagina before, and was surprised how strong her

scent could be, especially from this perspective. Mariko's

inexperience began to show as she hesitated two inches away her her

target. Joan resolved Mariko's indecision for her, She grabbed two

handfuls of Mariko's hair and pulled Mariko's face hard into her

pussy. For the first few seconds Mariko was unable to do anything,

Joan was basically masturbating with Mariko's face. Mariko's mouth

was pressed hard into Joan's pussy lips and her nose was buried in

Joan's pubic hair. That worked well as a way of breaking the ice.

When Joan released her grip, Mariko was able to move her head

around a bit more. She began with lightness, flicking her tongue

out to stroke the smooth skin in front of her nose. Her dancing

tongue stroked Joan's pussy lips, sliding up and then down their

exterior letting them flop back and forth. Mariko enjoyed being

teased like this herself, so that was what she tried to do with

Joan. Rhythmically, her tongue flicked about on the outside, then,

without warning Mariko drove her tongue out and hard between Joan's

lips, lapping solidly. Joan shuddered momentarily, but otherwise

didn't respond. Mariko guessed more drastic measures were in order.

She let her tongue slide up and out of the love canal and as if

accidentally, flick across Joan's clit. A soft murmur from above

convinced Mariko she was on the right track. 



  Mariko stole a glance at her subject. Joan was kneading a bored

looking Tina's breasts through her sweater with one hand and

pulling hard on her own with the other. Mariko had never realized

how much work went into bringing a woman off, She was really

working up a sweat, and her tongue was beginning to cramp up.

Desperation began to set in and she became more and more frantic

with her sucking. Slowly, Joan's hips began to rock with the rhythm

of Mariko's play. Mariko increased the intensity, pulling the folds

of Joan's vagina between her lips with rapid changes of suction. in

out, in out, in out. Joan's breathing became more shallow almost

gasps. As Mariko's jaw cramped, Joan gasped and then held her

breath, the muscles in her legs tightening around Mariko's head.

Mariko felt Ma'am's hand press at the back of her neck, preventing

any possibility of withdrawal. Joan's hips rose off the desk and

pressed into Mariko's helpless face and then began sliding up and

own across Mariko's lips and nose. For a terrifying few seconds,

Mariko's nose was sealed in Joan's pussy and her lips were pressed

into Joan's ass. Mariko helplessly endured until Joan's muscles

suddenly went lax and she collapsed on the table. Mariko was dazed

as she looked up at the gagged faces of her classmates. Their eyes

betrayed a mixture of emotions, from amusement to boredom to a

sudden concern (From Courtney). Ma'am used the discarded wading to

wipe the product of Joan's orgasm from Mariko's face. Joan sat up

in front of the drained Japanese woman and smiled casually. She

solicitously reached out and tugged Mariko's disheveled necktie

straight and tight again. 



  "I'm afraid that was only a C- dear, but don't worry, You'll get

better, I'll just keep you after school to practice." Joan said

with a twinkle in her eye. Mariko opened her mouth to respond but

was cut off as Ma'am pressed the stale packing between her lips.

Joan ripped a fresh strip of tape from the roll and roughly pressed

it across Mariko's mouth. 



  "And that's the thanks I get?" thought Mariko as Joan slid off

the desk and slipped the robe over her head. Mariko looked up at

Courtney, who breathed a long sigh of relief and visibly relaxed as

Ma'am and Joan began unlocking the single cuffs that kept the girls

seated on the stools. Mariko, noticing Courtney's relief, was a bit

aggravated that she had gotten out of this with only her breasts

fondled. Obviously, Courtney was having the same thoughts as she

smugly smirked at her friend. The smile turned to chagrin as Ma'am

cheerfully hoped back up on the desk.



  "Rotate Right!" she chirped and each of the girls hopped to the

next stool, All but Courtney, who was about to take her place on

the "Hot Seat". Joan put her arm around Courtney's shoulder as

Courtney stood up. "Awww, What's the matter? Did you think you

weren't gonna get a chance?" she said as she pushed Courtney up

onto the "head" stool and locked her to it.



  After their Quiz, the class moved on to one of the many other

parts to the day that the girls looked forward to. It was time for

dance class, 1 1/2 fun filled hours where Joan would teach a

different type of dance style every day. One day, the class would

cover Tap, then on the next, Aerobics, the next day, Jazz, followed

by Ballet, the day after that would cover Ballroom dance. The girls

all hated Ballroom class the most, when the other topics were

covered they were all permitted to change into more suitable (and

usually, comfortable) attire and restraint. For Ballroom class

though, Joan generally insisted that they remain in their school

uniforms. They didn't really work hard enough to get all sweaty and

she felt that they could fit in an extra fifteen minutes of class

if they only changed into their dancing shoes. 



  Mariko felt ridiculous as she stood against the wall of the dance

studio, waiting for Joan to pick her dance partner for the day. She

looked into the huge mirror that covered one entire wall of the

dance studio and blushed as she examined her predicament. The bored

looking girl who stared back wore the almost standard English

public school uniform, a blue blazer, gray pleated skirt and a gray

V-neck sweater over a white blouse and a blue and gray striped

necktie. On her feet were a pair of matching gray knee socks and

her dancing shoes, a pair of black, patient leather pumps with 4

inch heels and little bows on the toes. Joan said that a proper B&D

Academy graduate would never dream of stepping on a dance floor

without her heels.



  Joan had insured cooperation in class (not to mention decorum) by

using thin leather belts to strap each girl's arms together behind

her back at both the wrist and elbow. Each girl was also fitted

with a pair of thin steel ankle cuffs that were locked on each of

her ankles. There was no hobble (yet...), but there was a little

ring on the front of each cuff to receive one. Mariko looked slowly

around the room at all the cheerful, smiling faces of her dance

class partners, or at least their seemingly smiling faces. She

wasn't actually able to discern anyone's lips, but none the less,

all the dancers still clearly wore big broad grins. They had been

painted on the white rubber straps that sealed each of the dancer's

mouths shut. Joan always been a stickler for appearance, she liked

to be reassured that everyone in her classes were enjoying

themselves.



  "This is another fine mess you've gotten yourself in!" Mariko

thought as she chewed on the rubber prod in her mouth.



  Mariko popped back to reality as Joan dragged the reluctant

Sweetcakes over by a pigtail and both girls awkwardly faced one

other for a moment. Joan took matters into her own hands and nudged

Sweetcakes with her elbow.



  "Mmne ni Mhvve TH Hmmnr MOV nths NAnssss?" Sweetcakes mumbled

from behind her weirdly grinning rubber lips. She combined this

mumbled statement with the obligatory curtsy and followed it with

a sarcastic roll of her eyes. Mariko didn't have the slightest idea

what Sweetcakes had just said so she looked to Joan who just glared

back at her.



  "Aren't you gonna answer her? She just asked if she could have

the honor of this dance!" said Joan impatiently. Mariko looked in

amazement at Joan... What were they going to think of next?



  "Mariko, your proper response should be: 'I'd be delighted.' then

you curtsy. Okay!... Do it!"



  "Mni Nee MUthnind!" Mewed Mariko. "This is SOOooo embarrassing!"

she thought to herself as she politely curtsied. 



  Joan coaxed the two dancers closer together and then she bent

down and clipped a pair of foot long, black sticks between their

ankle cuffs, with one running from Mariko's right ankle to

Sweetcakes left, and likewise on the other ankles. Joan then

reached into the girls sweaters and pulled out the short ends of

their neckties.



  "This type of dancing is usually done cheek to cheek!" Joan

explained as she knotted the ends of the ties together so Mariko

and Sweetcakes were nose to nose. Mariko tried to lean back a

little but as soon as she did the extra stain caused both ties to

pull a little tighter and Sweetcakes shot Mariko a dirty look as if

to say "Nice move..." The ritual was repeated with all the other

couples and the class would spend the next hour and fifteen minutes

swirling around the dance floor with everyone doing their best

imitation of Ginger Rodgers. As the music played, Joan walked

around the room inspecting each couple's progress as they stumbled

over each other while trying to keep up with the pace of the tune.

Joan clapped her hands rhythmically in time with the music, coaxing

the dancers on. Mariko found that they were most comfortable when

she rested her head on the slightly taller Sweetcake's shoulder.

This lessened the strain on their necks and they were able to keep

the rhythm of the dance better when they were as close as possible.

Unfortunately though, this also caused some unforeseen side affects

as Mariko began to detect Sweetcake's breath becoming more and more

rapid and uneven. After the first circle they made around the room,

it seemed that Mariko could also feel the beating of her dance

partner's heart as they rubbed against each other. Almost

unnoticed, Mariko found herself in the predicament of becoming more

and more aroused as they rubbed themselves intimately together

while they swirled around the room. To her dismay, she began

unconsciously sucking harder and faster on the smooth rubber prod

that was sealed in her mouth. This only seemed to intensified the

burning feelings that had begun between her legs. She suddenly

realized how she must look to her dancing partner and turned a

glowing shade of crimson as she glanced up at her. Mariko's

embarrassment immediately disappeared as she looked up at her

taller partner. Sweat was pouring down past Sweetcake's wide green

eyes as the red rubber lips that were painted on the gag strap

bulged and puckered as Sweetcakes desperately sucked on her own

prod. Once they realized their needs were the same, the rest was

easy. With their inhibitions down and with some intense

cooperation, they were soon able to find the proper swaying motion

that would give them the maximum stimulation for their efforts.

Their only problem was to try to hide what they were doing from

Joan, who certainly would not have taken kindly to the two girls

were up to. (Not paying any attention to what she was teaching,

Obviously!) No one even noticed as the two girls simultaneously

lost all their coordination and came very close to falling down. It

took them a few moments, but they were finally able to regain their

composure and balance as they looked at each other's sweaty,

flushed faces. Joan continued to clap rhythmically to the music and

Mariko and Sweetcakes returned to their hampered attempts at

waltzing. Somehow, it just wasn't as much of a chore as it had been

only a short time before and Mariko could clearly see the sincere

smile on Sweetcakes face. It could no longer obliterated by the

cruel rubber strap. Before long, Mariko and Sweetcakes found

themselves looking forward to their next Ballroom dance class.

Unfortunately, that was a whole week away.



  There were plenty of other activities to keep the students busy

at the B&D Academy. Ma'am had explained many times during her

lectures that it was always necessary for the body to be kept in

top physical condition to be able to endure the almost constant

restraint that the students were enjoying.



  "ENJOYING?!" thought Mariko on more then one occasion, "Expand on

enjoying!" Dance class certainly helped, but Ma'am strongly

believed that dance alone was not enough, so the girls also had a

gym class daily. Mariko had decided that it was more like a bondage

Olympics. The girls were all outfitted in tight, spandex straight

jackets made of bright, multicolored spandex with the colors scheme

depending on whether they were doing teams sports or individual

ones. The individual sports were the Track and Field events, like

the 100 yard straight-jacketed dash, (Courtney always won that one,

prompting Ma'am and Joan to be sure she was kept on a short hobble

at all other times.) and the 1000 meter stampede, a distance event

that always ended with Courtney and Annette battling neck and neck.

And the 100 meter walk, probably the most boring event ever known

to man, the contestants see how fast they can complete the allotted

distance with their knees strapped together to prevent cheating.

Sometimes it took over two hours to complete just one heat and that

was with Ma'am and Joan standing by with switches to discourage

dawdling. 



  There was always incentive for the athletes to try their best, as

the winner would usually receive some reward for their efforts,

although the judges seemed to put more time and energy into

devising intricate penalties for the losers. The rewards were

usually some free time without any restraint or a stylized

Get-out-of-Jail pass that would get them off some penalty of their

choice in the future. This was certainly coveted among the athletes

as Ma'am and Joan took great pleasure in coming up with penalties

that struck terror into their victims.



  A favorite penalty was to send one of the girls on a scavenger

hunt in a large mall under some unorthodox circumstances. Like the

time Sweetcakes went wearing her B&D Academy uniform, or when Linda

went with a piece of tape over her mouth so she had to negotiate

with the store clerks with hand signs. Ma'am was kind enough to

dress Linda in a sorority sweater so it only looked peculiar or

even cute to the passers-by, not necessarily kinky. Mariko and

Courtney never got this sort of freedom, because the others, you

must remember, were attending the Academy by their own choice,

unlike our two heroines.



  The girls also participated in some team type sports as well. The

most enjoyable for Mariko turned out to be soccer, although there

were some rule changes that they all had to put up with. The most

obvious was the no-hands rule. This was strictly enforced by the

use of lace up single sleeves that were the same colors as the

girl's uniforms. (Come now, are you really surprised?) A thin belt

ran from the tip of the fingers of the sleeve up between the

player's legs to a belt around her waist, this helped to impress

both the agony and ecstasy of team sports on the contestants. To

keep the players from giving any lip to the officials each was

fitted with a stout whiffle ball held in place by a thin vinyl

strap. The holes in the ball enabled the players to breath freely

through their mouths and from a distance it appeared that each girl

was gagged by a miniature soccer ball. Very fitting.



  The teams were three on three with the extra girl lucky enough to

act as a cheerleader for both teams. Whoever's turn it was, was

dressed up in a white turtle-necked sweater, a red and white

pleated skirt and red and white saddle shoes. Her arms were then

drawn back behind her and into a leather tube that held her

forearms parallel to the ground. The tube was connected to a

harness that went around her shoulders. Under her skirt was a snug

little leather crotch strap. The cheerleader also had a pair of big

Pom Poms sewn onto the elbows of her sweater so she could wave them

around while she cheered. Well, grunted was more like it as the

cheerleaders were gagged with the same whiffle balls the players

wore. The cheers had to pass through and around the ball and still

be recognizable. If the her cheers weren't somewhat recognizable or

if the cheerleader stopped her sideline antics for even a minute

the umpire would immediately stop play, approach the unfortunate

pep squad member, lift the front of her skirt and adjust her crotch

strap one notch tighter. This would usually instill some extra

vigor into the cheerleader's performance. When it was Mariko's turn

to cheer, play was interrupted six times.



  It was after Mariko's soccer team's latest triumph that Ma'am

pulled Mariko and Courtney aside. Courtney had been the cheerleader

at this game and Mariko could tell that she was anxious to get out

of the silly uniform and back into her equally silly school

uniform, but for the time being their attention was unavoidably on

Ma'am.



  "You lucky dogs!" she began enthusiastically.



  "Whoa boy, look out now!" thought Mariko as she glanced over at

her equally apprehensive partner.



  "You'll never guess, not in a million years, what the surprise

I've got for you is."



  "Hummm?" replied Mariko quizzically.



  "Oh, Okay, I just can't keep it from you... It's too good!

Allison's decided to go all the way out to California to go to a

party... A very special party, a big costume party..."



  "Big deal," thought Mariko, "Who cares?"



  "But you don't understand how special it is," continued Ma'am.

"You see, she has decided to take you two along..." She looked

around cautiously, "... See, She's decided that you're both going

to be part of her costume!"



  ********* END OF CHAPTER 8 ******* 



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