B & D ACADEMY 8 | free bondage story

"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.

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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!"