B & D ACADEMY 6 | free bondage story

Mariko slowly began to regain her senses. After a few moments she came to the realization that they must have brought her back to her little bedroom in the basement of the estate. The events of the day all seemed like some type of terrible nightmare now and she was glad to be finally safe again. She could hear that there were several other people in the room and curiosity got the best of her so she didn't want them to know she was awake just yet. She simply kept her eyes shut, feinting sleep and she listened to the conversation that was going on beside her.

"I don't care what happened! It's your responsibility! She could have been hurt... or worse!" Allison shouted.

"But Ting?le was supposed to be watching them while Ma'am was gone." said Joan defensively.

"No! You were both supposed to be watching... If it wasn't for Richard..." "Really, I'm sorry Allison. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Yes, I know you're sorry, but that doesn't fix anything. I've got some hard decisions to be made about this." said Allison angrily.

"But it was Ting?le who was supposed to watch her." said Joan with a desperate sound in her voice. "She's the one who should be in trouble!"

"Don't you worry about little Miss Ting?le, she's being taken care of right now." said Allison, "I'd be more worried about myself, if I were you!" "I wonder if Mariko is awake yet?" asked Joan, obviously trying to change the subject.

Allison quietly approached Mariko and gently touched her shoulder.

"Mariko, Mariko, wake up dear..."

Mariko decided that it was pointless to continue her charade so she opened her eyes and sat up.

"Dear girl, I'm so sorry this happened..." began Allison, Mariko was a little surprised by her demeanor, Allison was truly sorry. "We didn't mean for this to happen. We try to take all precautions. Nothing like this has EVER happened here before. And I'll see to it it never happens again!" She said as she glanced intensely at Joan.

"But I didn't mean it!" said Joan desperately. "It was an accident!"

"It doesn't matter what I believe now does it?" replied Allison.

Mariko thoughts had drifted away from the two bickering girls. She was trying to put the terrible events of the day out of her mind and she didn't want anything to rekindle them. There was only one thing she wanted to remember, and that was the sight of Richard, Her brave, powerful Richard, risking his life to save her. Mariko had never felt this way before. She couldn't get the thought of him out of her mind, and she hoped she never would be able forget him. What's more, she resolved that she had to see him again, to tell him how she felt. That, suddenly, took over all her thoughts, she decided it was worth anything just to see him again! Even if it meant having to stay here a little bit longer. (Uggh!)

"You believe me don't you?" said Joan, interrupting Mariko's day?dream. "Yeah, sure..." replied Mariko sarcastically. She didn't for a moment doubt Joan's sincerity, but she wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. "Really! I wouldn't want that to happen to anyone! Please! I'm sorry..." Joan said as tears welled up in her eyes. Mariko suddenly felt bad about pushing her a little too far.

"It's okay Joan, I'm all?right. I'm sure next time you'll just watch me a little more carefully." Mariko said "Ehrrr, Wow! I can't believe I just said that!" shaking her head.

Allison couldn't help but smile at all this. This little Japanese girl was a lot more then she had expected.

"That's enough for now." said Allison, applying her stern face again. She turned again to Joan and said "Why don't you go down to the kitchen?, Pierre has some chores for you."

Joan groaned but she understood that this was not a request, so she turned and hurried out the door. When she was gone, Allison turned back to Mariko. "If you'll dress, I would love to have you join me for dinner."

Mariko knew she couldn't turn down such a gracious request, so she hurried and changed into the simple skirt and blouse that Allison had provided for her. After she had finished, Allison took out a pair of steel handcuffs and came towards out heroine. Mariko, more out of habit then conscious thought, turned her back to Allison and raised her hands up to be secured behind her back.

"That won't be necessary tonight dear," Allison said, "In front will suffice."

Mariko couldn't pass this up! After being done up with everything from rope to tape, steel, cloth, rubber and canvas. This comfortable, (albeit boring) restraint would be just heaven.

After locking the cuffs in place, Allison led Mariko out of her room and headed to the elevators. As they approached, the elevator doors opened and two of the oriental guards exited. They came down the hall and stopped in front of one of the cells where they pulled the bolt to unlock the door. Mariko couldn't help but notice that one of them was carrying the biggest vibrator she had ever seen, along with a handful of spring clothespins. They were both giggling as they pulled the door open and Mariko was able to glance past them. Inside, there was a figure bent over at the waist, who was wrapped up in tape from her navel to her eyes just like an Egyptian mummy. The mummy's arms were pressed together behind her back and like the rest of her, completely wound in the sticky white tape. A thin cord ran from the end of her taped fingers pulling them up towards a steel ring embedded in the ceiling and then back down to where it was tied to a tuft of her black hair forcing the unfortunate girl to bend forward to relieve some of the pressure on her shoulders. The only exposed parts of her upper body were her nipples, nose, eyes and the top of her head. Even the majority of her hair was caught up in the wrappings. Her feet were stretched wide and tied to rings anchored in the cold stone floor of the cell. Mariko couldn't help but remember Allison's statement. Ting?le was indeed, being well taken care of.

Mariko was going to enjoy this dinner, she could just tell. The food was wonderful and not being tightly restrained and force fed was a rare privilege. It was a little awkward using cuffed wrists to cut her meal but the joyous freedom the loose cuffs provided was well worth that minor annoyance. Allison and Mariko spoke briefly about the day's happenings but both girl's seemed relieved to put it behind them. Allison had pooh?pooh'ed Mariko's suggestion that she should be released after what had happened. (Somehow her response was exactly what Mariko had expected) Security had been doubled and Karl was long gone, Richard had seen to that. Allison would never have employed someone who could not control himself (or herself). That would have been an unacceptable danger to the girls who came to the Academy. All of her employees were screened carefully and regularly to ensure their stability. But unfortunately, in Karl's case, one had slipped through the cracks.

The two girls ate and chatted about all kinds of subjects, Allison talked at length about some of the current events that were going on around the world during the previous two months that Mariko had been indispose. Mariko sat half listening to Allison and thinking about Richard, her thoughts were only about when she would be able to see him again.

"Allison," Mariko began, "I would really like to thank Richard for what he did today. Is there any way I could see him?"

"Well, actually Richard has been called back home on business for a couple of weeks. He has a job on the west coast you see. It was really a stroke of luck that he was even here today. He was just finishing up a layout as a favor to me." replied Allison.

"It seems we were both fortunate doesn't it?"

"Yes, of course. But anyway, I'm quite sure that Richard understands your feelings and appreciates your errr... our, gratitude. said Allison.

"Sure that's good but I'd still like to thank him myself, If I can."

"Of course, I understand..." replied Allison. "I'll make it a point to arrange a get together as soon as he comes back."

"Thank you Allison, it would really mean a great deal to me..." said

Mariko. At least now she knew that she would see her knight again. All she would have to do it wait a little while longer. With that in mind Mariko continued. "So, what's gonna happen while we wait? I have some idea's." "Yes, I'm quite sure you do, My dear... but I think the best course is to get right back on the horse. So to speak..." said Allison

"I didn't know I had gotten off!" replied Mariko holding up her cuffed wrists.

"That's the spirit! I knew you wouldn't really want to leave us just yet." said Allison triumphantly.

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that!" said Mariko, but she really didn't sound very convincing, even to herself.

"Nonsense, You can hardly wait to see what's around the next corner." said Allison knowingly. "That's what I've been trying to get you to realize all along. The Suspense! The Mystery! The Expectation, that's where the excitement is. That's what bondage is all about. I think your finally beginning to realize it!"

Mariko had to admit (to herself anyway...) that what Allison said was true. It was like being blindfolded all the time. She never knew what was about to happen and this was, in a way, thrilling to her. She was constantly amazed by what she could bear. So far they had not won. She had never given up or given in. No matter how outrageous her captors had gotten. So far, Mariko could proudly say she had taken their best and had not told them about her connection with Ivan Rasovitz. So far, she had won.

"Well, I would love some coffee before we get desert, Would you like some?" said Allison.

"Yes, I would like some." said Mariko, suspecting some kind of a trick.

Allison reached forward and took up a bell and rang it briskly. With that, Mariko heard the click of high heels approaching from the kitchen, along with the sound of an answering bell that somewhat corresponded to the sound of the steps as they approached. The door to the kitchen opened slowly and the sight that met Mariko's eyes brought joy to her heart. Into the room stepped the tall figure of Joan, who was wearing what could only be described as a caricature of a maid's uniform. It was black satin with white lace trim and a white, starched apron. The neckline plunged well below her ample breasts which were supported by a push up bra. Under her tiny skirt were layers of petticoats which ballooned out around her nylon covered thighs. Her hair was piled high on top of her head in a beehive hairdo held in place with what looked like a gallon of hair spray and a lace headpiece that matched the rest of the lace on the uniform she wore was pinned to the crest of her hair. As she shuffled towards the dinner table Mariko noted with a smile that Joan was carrying a tray that contained all the ingredients for their after dinner coffee. Actually, carrying was an incorrect choice of words. She was "bearing" a tray similar to that of the old fashion cigarette girl. A strap ran from the front of the tray up around her neck, and another strap circled around her waist. As she teetered forward, Mariko noticed the pair of high heel, ankle strap pumps with heels about six inches high that encased her feet. A thin chain about 10 inches long connected her feet together making walking, at best, difficult. Joan tottered over to Allison, who began serving the coffee on the tray. Mariko looked up at Joan's face where beads of perspiration rolled down her forehead and streamed unchecked by the huge false eyelashes into her fluttering eyes. A tight black rubber strap was pulled tightly across her face and her cheeks bulged out over it. Under the strap, Mariko could clearly see the impression of her mouth, distended around a hard rubber ball. While she marveled at the size of Joan's gag, Mariko discovered the source of the sound of the tiny bell. It hung from a gold ring that hung from the center of Joan's nose with one prong entering each of her nostrils. "Cream?" asked Allison casually, as she turned towards Mariko who was staring at the ring in disbelief. Allison chuckled and reached up and took hold of the ring and before Mariko could even gasp she gave it a steady pull, forcing Joan to dip her knees so as not to spill the coffee on the tray.

"You didn't think this was fake, Did you?"

She twisted it gently, coaxing Joan to turn her face for Mariko's inspection. The sturdy ring was an loop of gold. Where the two ends met there was a ball of gold to hold the two ends firmly together. It passed right through Joan's septum.

"I just love this kind of thing..." Allison began "Something that annoys the wearer, that dominates her thoughts, that she would give anything to remove, but because of her circumstances there isn't a darn thing she can do to be rid of it. It makes her totally dependent on me for her relief. I can't think of anything that impresses helplessness on a slave better then something like this. It's not like whipping or other crass things like that, this is just so, so... subtle. Don't you think." Said Allison emphatically as she motioned to Joan to lean forward. Joan complied by bending her knees and squatting gracefully so as not to spill any of the tray's contents. When she released the ring Joan grimaced as it seemed that the slightest little twist on the ring was uncomfortable.

"We must try one on you sometime, so you can see just what I mean." said Allison enthusiastically as Joan struggled back upright.

"Gee, I can hardly wait..." said Mariko sarcastically trying to hide the fear.

"Splendid! Then I'll have to remember to bring some along sometime..." Mariko wondered just when she would be smart enough to keep her big mouth shut. (It seems there's never a gag around when you really need one!)

Allison handed Mariko her coffee and curtly dismissed Joan who turned to walk away. Mariko laughed out loud as Joan turned her back on the two diners. Mariko's source of amusement was the back of Joan's dress, or rather, the lack of it. There was absolutely nothing covering the cheeks of her derriere. Below the huge white bow where her apron strings were tied, all the petticoats and outer skirt stopped as they curled around her back forming an up?side down "U" out of which stuck her little bum. To prevent her from covering herself, both her arms were caught up in a matching black satin bag which kept her hands up and out of the way and it must have been effective given the shade of pink her backside glowed. There were several ugly red ovals spaced evenly around her ass cheeks as well, but Mariko was uncertan what could have produced them. When she reached the door a tall man wearing a white suit with a chief's hat opened the door for her. Before she entered the kitchen Joan turned and looked back at the grinning gloating Mariko with a look that sent chills down the little Japanese woman's spine. With that, the chief sent her on her way with a little smack on her backside with a big oval wooded spoon and then followed the maid into the kitchen.

"Oh well," thought Mariko, "I guess I might as well enjoy this while I can..."

The girls then enjoyed their coffee together.

"Do you know what I'm in the mood for tonight?" Allison suddenly blurted.

"Debauchery?" thought Mariko. (It was a reasonable guess)

"It's almost too sinful to consider... but...."

"This aught to be a good one..." thought Mariko. She didn't bother to worry any more.

"...ICE CREAM!!..." said Allison conspiratorially.

"That's okay, Allison... You said that I should stay on my diet. I think I have the will power to resist." said Mariko, knowing full well it wouldn't make any difference.

"No, I think I must insist. You see I feel much less guilty when I can share the blame." responded Allison.

"Oh great! More blame for me..."

Allison clapped her hands to summon two of the oriental guards. "Tell Ma'am to bring the Town car around front. And take my friend out to the car, We're going for ICE CREAM!"

Mariko was walked out to the front hall by the two guards. When they reached the front door they detoured into a walk?in coat closet where they forced her to kneel and unlocked her handcuffs to transfer her hands behind her back. Once she was secured, one of the guards pulled out a 1 1/2 inch, plastic coated, steel ring with two leather straps attached to the sides and held it up to Mariko's face. When it was secured, Mariko's mouth was held three?quarters open and she could stick her tongue out through the center of the ring, but this was only momentary as there followed a rubber ball which was exactly the circumference of the inside of the ring. This was held in place by a velcro strap that stuck from one cheek strap to the other. Mariko tried, but her tongue was not strong enough to break the grip of the velcro strap. Once she was suitably silenced the guards set about the next stage of preparation. They stripped her. It happened almost too fast for Mariko to resist. First they unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it back to the struggling girl's cuffed wrists. They produced a set of velcro cuffs that they attached to her elbows, pulling them together behind her back. When they touched, the girls removed Mariko's steel handcuffs and pulled the shirt from her hands. The steel cuffs were discarded in favor of a set of velcro ones identical to the ones on her elbows. They made short work of her skirt and stockings, leaving Mariko to stand before them tied, gagged and nude except for a pair of red high heel pumps who's color came close to matching the shade of her face. With little ceremony, they grabbed Mariko's arms and forced her outside and down the walkaway to where a long gray limousine waited. Mariko had never felt this naked before. The cool breeze blew across her skin and she could feel every hair on her body stand and tingle, and her nipples pop erect. The guards half walked, and half carried the girl to the car and as they got there, the driver's door suddenly opened and out stepped Ma'am, who went to the back of the car to open the door. She was dressed in a tight gray chauffeur's uniform with two rows of brass buttons running down the front of the high necked jacket and with high heeled black boots and a chauffeur's cap to complete the look. Mariko was quickly shoved inside, but not before she noticed that all the rear windows of the car were completely blacked out. It was impossible for anyone to see inside. Her consternation grew as she was seated on the plastic coated seat and more velcro straps were used to strap her ankles together and then they used two wide seat belts, one just below her navel and the other under her breasts to hold her in her seat.

"I don't think I like the looks of this..." She thought as the guards and Ma'am withdrew leaving her alone in the huge car.

Mariko took a moment to look around at her surroundings. In the back of the driver's seat there was a T.V. set that was turned off, and next to the T.V. was a fully stocked bar. There was a magnetic bottle opener stuck on the top of the bar which Mariko tried to reach with her feet but it was too far away. There was also a phone that she could reach with her toes, but besides knocking the receiver off the hook and trying to dial a call to Japan in an attempt to run up Allison's phone bill, it was of little use to the gagged girl. Mariko was amazed with the windows of the car. Although it was next to impossible to see inside from the outside, it appeared that there was only a very slight tint when looking out. At that moment, Mariko could see Allison as she hurried out of the front door and rushed down the walk. Ma'am stepped out and opened the door for Allison who climbed across Mariko and into her seat, buckling herself in with a seat belt.

"There! I guess we're all set!" she said cheerily as Ma'am slid into the driver's seat and started the car.

They must have rode for about ten minutes before they finally reached the front gate of the estate. Mariko was amazed by the size of the place, she figured it would have taken her days to reach the edge of the property with her ankles hobbled as they had been that morning.

"Quite a ride eh?" said Allison as if she was reading Mariko's mind again. "As you can see, I really do enjoy my privacy."

Mariko nodded her understanding in return.

"I really am a little uncomfortable riding around with you all tied up like this. Of course, I trust Ma'am's driving implicitly but we always have to worry about the other guy while we're on the road. What with all the incidence of drunk driving we must all be a bit more careful while we travel. We always try to be very careful with our most valuable cargo. You know?" said Allison. "I can have you loose in a matter of seconds with those velcro straps if need be." She said.

Mariko had never really thought about it much, but she was a little surprised and flattered by Allison's concern. She was forever amazed at how thorough her captors were. They always seemed to put just as much emphasis on her safety as on her discomfort.

They proceeded down the highway, occasionally passing cars and trucks where Mariko could clearly see envious faces turn and gawk at the stretch limo with it's beautiful blonde chauffeurette behind the wheel. Mariko couldn't help wonder how they would react if they knew that there was a nude girl, tightly bound and securely gagged in the back seat looking back at them helplessly. She wondered how many would be aghast at her bizarre circumstances, how many would be thrilled?..., how many envious?...

"Perhaps, most would think I was lucky..." she thought. "Naahh, I doubt that it'd be MOST... but it might be more then I'd expect."

Suddenly Allison exclaimed "OH!!" and began rummaging around in her purse.

"I can't believe it! I almost forgot!" she continued and she frantically searched in her bag. Mariko waited with semi?baited breath as Allison finally removed a folded wad of tissue from her bag.

"Tah DAHHH!!!" Allison said ceremoniously, as she unfolded the tissue and removed not one, but three of the rings that Joan had been (and probably still was) wearing.

"You looked so anxious to try these at the dinner table that I decided that there was no time like the present, so I dug these up for you! That's what took me so long, I had a dickens of a time finding them."

"You needn't have gone to all that trouble for little ol' me!" thought our considerably apprehensive heroine. Allison grabbed a handful of Mariko's jet black hair and pulled it back, forcing Mariko's head to follow.

"Here, all you have to do is tilt your head back and I'll do the rest." Allison said as her deft fingers pressed the ring against Mariko's septum.

Mariko realised that this ring was somewhat different then the ring Joan wore. It was a loop of sturdy metal that, where it came together had two tiny balls of metal that gripped onto whatever was forced between them. These rings would not pierce the skin of her septum, but rather would clip to it. There was an uncomfortable pressure as Allison forced the ring to spread around the wide lower part of her nose. Suddenly, the ring snapped down on the tender inner portion of her nose and the pressure was replaced with an equally uncomfortable, continuous pinch.

Allison sat back smiling as Mariko thrashed her head back and forth trying to dislodge the offending object. The gay jingling of the tiny bell was a counterpoint to the gagged grunts of the struggling girl. Mariko tried to rub the ring off on her shoulder but with her elbows still touching, she was unable to twist her head far enough to reach. She brought her knees up and tried again to rub the ring out of her nose but all she was able to do was twist the ring and make it pinch even more. Finally, she simply sat back and glared at Allison who was thoroughly enjoying Mariko's contortions.

"I wish I had my camera!" exclaimed Allison merrily.

"I bet you do!!!!!" Mariko shouted, but all that came past the ball was "NI wethh NU Nuu!" followed by a stream of dribble. Allison calmly wiped Mariko's chin and continued to smile at the helpless girl who was scrunching her nose and crossing her eyes in a vain attempt to see the insidious little device that was already driving her out of her mind.

"Be careful or else you eyes will stick like that!"

"MMMAARRRRGGHH!!!!!"

Mariko was finally beginning to calm down and resign herself to the fact that the stupid ring wasn't coming off. She turned and looked away from Allison resolving that she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of being able to look at her handiwork.

"Yoo Hoo!" said Allison after a moment.

"Humph" replied Mariko as she tossed her head back and turned her face further away accompanied by the ever present "ting?a?ling" of the bell.

"Psssst!..." Mariko deemed not to look back. "...Hey, look!" said Allison. She was very persistent. Mariko would never give her the satisfaction. There was a long pause, then there was only the tinkling sound of a bell, unfortunately, this time Mariko hadn't moved. She spun around to face Allison, this movement caused the little bell hanging from her nose to ring incessantly. As Mariko stared in horror at Allison, the bell hanging from her nose slowly quieted, but the sound of a bell ringing hadn't ceased. The sound came from the other two rings Allison held in front of Mariko's pleading eyes.

Mariko sat beside her grinning captor with her face pursed and her eyes shut against the continuous pinch of the ring in her nose and the annoying sound of the bells that now dangled from each of her nipples. With every breath, the bells reminded everyone of their location, to Mariko's chagrin and to Allison's continued glee.

The limo pulled into the parking lot of the outdoor ice cream stand. There were not many people at the little stand but those who were there were clearly intrigued by the sight of the long gray limousine as it rolled to a stop close to the stand. Ma'am had parked the car far enough away so as to discourage anyone approaching the car without looking really conspicuous, but close enough so they could still get a good look. Ma'am turned and lowered the small window that allowed her to speak directly to Allison but did not expose the passenger compartment to any prying eyes. After she had received seversal dollar bills and Allison's selections for the flavors of the day, Double German Chocolate cake for herself and Vanilla for Mariko, she slid the window closed and stepped out of the car. Mariko had never seen anyone stop traffic before, but that is exactly what happened the moment the statuesque blonde chauffeurette stepped out of the car. Mariko sat and admired Ma'am's poise as she calmly strutted to the ice cream stand and took her place in the line. The people there stood and gawked at her with little thought of filling their gaping mouths with any ice cream. To her credit, she simply looked around at all of them coolly, as if to say "Wasa matter? you never saw a chauffeur before?" She passed several teen?age boys who stepped out of the line to let her by. Mariko could see they were intimidated by being that close to the image of a woman they may have fantasized about. (Or soon would!) Ma'am conducted the business at the window and returned with the two cones to the car.

She passed the cones discreetly back to Allison, who began to lick the tiny ice flows off the melting cones. At that same moment, a car load of people, boys and girls, probably from the nearby collage pulled up next to the limo and began to pile out. As the first young man got out of the car, he bent down and squinted as he looked into the back of the limo. Mariko felt a rush of adrenalin as he nonchalantly saluted the unseen passengers in the back of the big gray car. He did a double?take when he passed the front of the car and spied Ma'am who continued to stare straight ahead, ignoring him. Following him were three giggly girls,

"Obviously freshmen..." thought Mariko. None of the three showed any 'cool' whatsoever as they all pressed their noses against the blackened window. Mariko found herself struggling and screaming for all she was worth until the sound of Allison's laughter and the tinkling of her jewelry forced her back to reality. The girls continued to wave and make faces at the two shadowy figures until Ma'am rolled her window down and shooed them away.

"Wouldn't they have been in for a surprise if I'd rolled your window down for them!" laughed Allison. "I guess you didn't realize that this car is almost totally sound proofed, did you?" "Humph!" grunted Mariko. She really should have known!

Allison reached up and took hold of the thin velcro strap that trapped the ball in her mouth and peeled it away.

"Here give me the ball, gently now!" she insisted as she put her fingers to Mariko's lips. Mariko was more then willing to oblige and she pushed the ball slowly out of her mouth with her tongue.

"There, now you can enjoy the best ice cream you've ever had!" exclaimed Allison as she held the cone up to Mariko, who didn't think it would be a very good idea to point out that Allison had already eaten part of it. As well as she could, Mariko stuck her tongue out through the center of the ring that was still strapped between her teeth and licked the cone. She thought of what would have happened if Allison had opened the window in front of the unsuspecting girls. At first, she had a picture of the girls screaming and running away... but then, her thoughts were rudely interrupted as Allison pressed the cone against her weirdly grinning lips. As she absently licked at the cone, some uncontrollable thoughts entered her little noggin. "What if they hadn't run away? What if Allison had simply made up a story about her Japanese friend who enjoyed this kind of stuff... ("Hey, this ice cream is pretty good!") ... And what if they had bought it? Would they want to do things to me?? Or maybe they would want to try my gag on... ("Yummm, this is real good ice cream.") she thought. Mariko decided that she wouldn't like that. "After all it is MY gag!" she thought for a brief moment before returning her concentration to the cone that Allison was offering.

Mariko was having quite a time trying to eat the ice cream cone. She had discovered long ago that it was extremely difficult to swallow while your mouth is open, but with all the practice she was getting, she had becoming pretty adept at it. Allison would offer the cone to Mariko who would strain her tongue out to swirl through the golden confection. She would then press her tongue against the roof of her mouth and tilt her head back to allow the melting cream to slide down her tongue and then, she was able to swallow. Before long, Mariko had as much ice?cream smeared on her face as she had managed to swallow, and Allison made no effort to deter this embarrassing mess. Everything became more difficult as the cone got smaller. Besides having to be more precise with her tongue Mariko also had to contend with Allison's diminishing interest in feeding her companion.

As Allison began to loose interest, she tended to talk about things that got her enthusiastic but were of little interest to Mariko. Mariko became pretty good at nodding at just the right time to give the impression that she was listening intently to Allison's rambling while still trying to get her "Licks" in on the remainder of the cone. Allison, on the other hand, was getting more and more agitated about what she was talking about and as she became more excited she tended to wave her hands around for emphasis. Whenever Mariko would get the cone lined up in her sights, Allison would suddenly wave it away. When the inevitable finally happened and the cone slipped from Allison's hand, Mariko did her best to attempt to dodge the frozen missile, but as is typical to Mariko's luck, her bonds held her fast and the cone flew directly into the center of her chest and splattered ice cream all over both of her breasts, and the remainder of the cone dropped into her lap. Mariko screamed and tried to buck the cone out of her lap but it's weight and stickiness prevented dislodging the freezing object from the vicinity of her very private parts.

"Oh, dear! Look what I've gone and done!" exclaimed Allison as she looked around for some napkins.

"Get it off! Get it off!" Mariko shouted. The ice cream resting between her legs was melting rapidly but wasn't warming up much at all. (Good thing for the plastic covers on the seats, maybe this could have happened before?) Unfortunately for Mariko, Allison misunderstood the garbled words.

"Well, if you insist..." she smiled as she ran her tongue over her lips, "...We don't have any napkins anyway." Allison deftly plugged Mariko's mouth with the ball again, after all, there wasn't any ice cream left and there wouldn't be any need for talking for a little while. As the limousine pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway, one of the college girls turned to her friends,

"I wish I could go for a ride in that car someday..." she said innocently. Her friends concurred...

Ma'am brought the big car to a halt at the end of the front walk to the estate. The sun had set and the walk was illuminated by the a single light throwing a soft golden glow on the gate. Ma'am jumped from the driver's seat and hurried around to open the door for her passengers. As the door opened Allison stepped gracefully out and smacked her lips as she strutted up the walk at a quick, bouncy pace. Ma'am waited as two of the guards came down the walkway and climbed into the back of the car. She glanced at her watch and tapped her foot impatiently as the two girls dragged the quivering bowl of jello that just a short time ago, had been a fiery Japanese girl. Ma'am had to laugh to herself as she saw the flushed face and glazed eyes that stared vacantly off into the darkness, as usual, there wasn't a speck of the ice cream remaining.