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The Teasing Taylors – the Rules of the Game
Downstairs, Anna and Emma found their aunt sitting back in a large, black leather easy chair. She had unbuttoned her black bomber jacket and they could see quite a lot of her big, beautiful 40-inch globes.
She was sipping on a sherry, a decanter of the stuff was on a little wine table next to her chair.
“Sit on the couch girls,” said the blonde, 40-year-old. “Drinks?”
“Cokes,” said Anna, and Coco rang a little brass bell standing beside the decanter. Charlie came, took her mistress’s order, and departed.
“Now girls,” said their aunt, “I’ve drawn up a series of little tease games you can play with your uncle downstairs. Some involve water sports – you know about water sports, I presume?”
Emma replied quickly: “Of course, auntie, we saw a video or two here, remember? After we’d found out about uncle. It’s where we pee on him.”
“Or where he drinks our peepee,” piped up Anna, as soon as her sister had finished.
“Yes, well there are other variants to it, including games where he drinks bottled and chilled urine,” said Coco, “but I guess you’ve got the gist of it. There are two water sports games you can play with him downstairs.”
The Taylor twins looked delighted.
“There are also whipping games,” she added. “His back, buttocks, front and his cock and balls can be targeted – but nothing severe down there, understood?”
The twins nodded.
“Then there’s a pony game, where he gets ridden. There’s some mild electro torture fun – again, nothing severe – and, of course, there’s face sitting. You’ll enjoy that, eh?”
The girls nodded, vigorously.
Then Charlie was back with two long glasses filled with ice and coke.
As she was serving the teenagers, Coco continued: “So, that’s what’s up for grabs in the basement. There will be eight games and they are up on a wheel – like that Wheel of Fortune TV show thing.
“You will go in turns and that way you can decide who goes first. Each game will last for eight minutes – eight games, eight minutes. Which means that the games will occupy 64 minutes.
“Once a game has been chosen by rolling, it is removed from the program. That way you’re not down there all day.
“Naturally, you will be down there for longer than the 64 minutes because you have to get him into different positions for the various games. For example, the flogging games take place in either a flogging frame or over a padded leather bench.
“And the facesitting involves him being strapped down on a torture bench. But you well get help in that, for a while, until you learn the ropes, as it were.
“Either Mrs Manners, or one of the maids will help you out and get him into position. Although when he’s strapped on the bench, or in the flogging frame, protocol demands that he bring out into the middle of the games room – ha, I nearly said ‘torture chamber’ – for you to strap him in. Just an added humiliation.
“Then, in the afternoon, you will play the same eight games with him again – only this time, reversing the order.”
Anna put up her hand, just as if she was in class. “So if ‘facesitting’ comes up first and I’ve already sat on his face in the morning, Emma will get to do it in the afternoon?”
“Correct,” said her aunt. “And the order in the afternoon will, of course, be totally different to that of the morning’s session because it’s all down to the where the point on the board ends up.”
This time, Emma put up her hand. “What do we wear, auntie?”
“Sexy lingerie, bikinis, fetish gear – we can kit you out in that, we’ve got wardrobes full of the stuff,” said Coco. “Or you can go naked. But high heels or boots are a must.”
Then Anna had a question. “So, er, let’s see – er, when we facesit him we can be in the nude, auntie?”
Coco laughed. “Well, if you’re wearing a bikini bottom, for example, I strongly urge you to remove it before you facesit the slave, or there won’t be anywhere near as much fun for you! Or him!”
The twins giggled.
Coco continued with her pre-games instructions. “Now, we won’t be doing this with him every day. Other people get to play with my lovely perverted old slave, and sometimes there will be no basement games but some outdoors stuff.”
“Such as?” the twins chorused, in unison.
“Such as pony rides – we’ve got a couple of buggies that he can pull. One’s a single-seater, the other can take two passengers. He works up a nice sweat pulling that.
“Sometimes we play games out by the pool. We’ll show you all that stuff after you’ve worked out what the basement games are all about. Oh, yes – one thing that’s very important.”
The girls leaned forward. “No, absolutely no scat,” said Coco. “Pee – water sports – are all part of the fun, but nothing brown. Understood.”
Emma and Anna screwed up their noses. “Ewwww,” said Anna, “do people do that?” “Gross,” said her sister.
“Now,” said Coco, cheerfully, draining her sherry glass and replenishing the drink, “let’s go down and I’ll show you where the Games Room is. Bring your cokes.”
Both twins got eyefuls of their aunt’s superb superstructure as she led the way down into the bowels of the building. At the end of a long, brightly-lit, concrete corridor was large oak door. On it, cleverly hung up, was a single-tailed leather lash.
Coco punched in a code – “I’ll tell you the code later, but it’s so no one who shouldn’t know about what goes on in her can get in” – and pushed the door open.
The twins gasped in awe as they saw how the Games Room was equipped. There was a torture bench. A padded flogging bench. A whipping frame – portable, slave for the flogging of. And hanging on hooks around the heavily-draped, velvet-curtained walls, were whips, floggers and martinets of all sizes and descriptions.
The ceiling of the room was one massive mirror. The carpet was thick and lush. The girls were impressed!
“Now, girls,” said their aunt, “who do you want to assist you with Uncle Rick tomorrow morning?”
The girls looked at each other and Emma spoke for them. “Do you have any suggestions, auntie?” she asked.
Coco smiled. “Well, I would suggest dear old Mrs Manners. She’s 50, but she’s a real dominatrix and I think since she likes you so much she’ll be delighted to help you out with Rick. What do you say?”
The twin nodded their agreement. “Good, then that’s settled,” said Aunt Coco. “I shall, of course, keep an eye on proceedings, I may even pop in and give Mrs Manners a hand, too.”
Seeing a puzzled look on the twins’ faces, Coco pointed to the four corners of the large room. There, pointed down to where the action would be played out, were four video cameras.
“I can watch on a screen and zoom in on anything that looks particularly spicy,” laughed the busty blonde. “Now, let’s see if Mrs Manners has that dinner ready.”
Upstairs, in the kitchen, Coco approached the strong-limbed cook. “Mrs Manners, the twins would be delighted if you would supervise their session with Rick tomorrow, and assist them getting him strapped down, stuff like that. Would you mind?”
The Somerset woman roared with laughter. “It’ll be a pleasure, ma’am,” she told the girls’ auntie. “I’m sure they’ll pick up the pieces very quickly, they look like clever girls.”
Anna looked at Emma, and Emma looked at Anna.
“Well, Mrs Manners,” she grinned, cheekily, “I don’t know about ‘clever’ but I certainly think we’re naughty.”
The twins joined in with the laughter from Aunt Coco and Mrs Manners. Tomorrow was going to be fun!
To be continued.
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