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The Teasing Taylors – Part 3
Let the Games Begin
The twins sat up in bed, their pert, firm breasts spilling over the sheet, and Charlie and Katie, both smartly attired in their maid’s uniforms, served them a hearty breakfast.
“Madam says when you’ve finished, shower and then put some lingerie on, or whatever you want for Mr Rick’s session this morning,” said Charlie. “Madam will be waiting for you in the dining room.”
The girls devoured their scrambled eggs on toast, with tomatoes and hash browns, another slice of toast with marmalade and polished off two cups of coffee each – they had been told to keep up a good liquid intake for the “water sports” section of the games.
After showering, they pulled on PVC bikinis, the bottoms both thong-style, thus displaying their saucy young buttocks. Anna’s bikini was, of course, black, as were her chunky, wedge-type high heels. Emma’s bikini and shoes were red, in keeping with their color coding.
They trooped downstairs, eager to commence the fun. In the massive dining room, they found their aunt, smoking a cigarette, drinking coffee and reading the Financial Times.
When they arrived, she put the paper down and stubbed out her cigarette, then stood to inspect her nieces. Coco was wearing a sheer black nightgown, and her nipples and pudenda were clearly visible through it. The twins both appreciated what they saw – even aged 40 their aunt still had a stunning figure.
“Very nice, very shiny, they will keep your uncle hard, I bet,” grinned their aunt, as she looked approvingly at their games room outfits. “Now, let’s get Mrs Manner to bring him in for his inspection!”
With that, the blonde clapped her hands and from an ante-room emerged Mrs Manners, leading the twins’ uncle on a leather leash, clipped to a leather choker around his throat.
The girls gaped when they saw how the pair were attired!
Mrs Manners’ hair, light brown, almost blonde, looked a little damp, as if she had just emerged from a shower. Her only garment of clothing – if the term “clothing” could be applied to it – was a black, PVC open-fronted bustier, which allowed her very large breasts to fall in front of her. The nipples were thick and erect, their surrounds large and dark brown. The bustier was attached at the front by three straps and buckles.
Her belly wasn’t overly fat, although her thighs and buttocks were on the large side. On her feet were black leather boots, which came to half-way up her strong thighs, and were folded at the top, pirate-style.
Mrs Manners wore no panties and her light-haired box was semi-shaved, so her thick, heavy labia were clearly within view.
“Ah, Mrs M, in your favorite punishment outfit, I see,” said Coco, cheerfully. “Now let’s have a look at Rick.”
The girls thought their uncle looked just superb!
The tall, dark-haired, handsome millionaire, had a well-muscled physique, which was nicely bronzed, just like his wife’s. He was wearing a little red rubber pouch, which bunched his genital equipment in an inviting display of manhood.
Coco walked towards him, then reached out and stroked his posing pouch. Then, in a very quiet but nonetheless commanding tone, she ordered: “Arms up.”
The twins watched as their uncle raised his strongly-bicepped arms. Coco checked his armpits. They were shaved. Then she ran a hand across his chest. It, too, had been shaved of hair, as had his thighs, legs and calves.
“Mrs M,” said the mistress of the house, “get that pouch off him.”
Mrs Manners dropped the leash and stepped to one side of her employer, then dragged the pouch away from his crotch and tossed it on the polished breakfast table.
The girls gaped as they saw their uncle’s manhood rise as if to greet them. His cock was thick, almost dark brown, fully fleshed and at least eight inches long, they thought (they were nearly right: fully erect Rick’s cock measured eight and a quarter inches).
His pubic region was similarly shaved clear of hair, and around his cock and heavy ball bag, was a metal engorgement ring. The twins thought he looked magnificent!
“Display!” snapped Coco, and Rick turned his back on his wife and the girls, before bending over, displaying his very spankable bum to their gaze.
The girls saw now that there was a strong rubber strap from the bottom of the metal ring which went to the base of an anal intruder that had been inserted in the naked man’s anus. There was no sign of any hair at his anal region.
Coco ran her hands over his asshole area, and satisfied that he was properly prepared, she slapped him on the right buttock: “Excellent, he’s ready. OK, Mrs Manners, you may proceed.”
“Up you get, sir,” said the cook, and the nude slave stood up, towering over the much shorter Mrs Manners.
As the cook dragged on the leash to lead Rick and his nieces to the stairs leading down to the basement, Coco called out: “One word of warning, Rick. This is the start of the girls’ birthday present from me, so I want you on your best behaviour. Any infractions of my instructions will be reported back to me by Mrs Manners, understood?”
Rick gulped, then replied. “Of course, darling,” he said, in his deep, dark brown voice.
“I may look in on the monitors from time to time to see that you’re behaving,” she told him. This was a blatant lie – she would be watching everything that was about to unfold down in the Games Room.
“In fact, I may even pop in downstairs for a while just to check on proceedings,” she warned her husband. This was no lie at all!
With the instructions delivered, Coco poured herself another cup of coffee, lit another cigarette, then walked to the darkened room where she would watch the four monitor screens and videotape the morning’s fun and games.
Mrs Manners led the naked man down to the basement, followed by the keen young teenagers.
At the door, Mrs Manners paused before punching in the security code on the lock and smiled at Rick. “Sleep well, sir?” she asked, solicitously.
“No, not really, Mrs Manners,” said the nude slave politely, “I was in a state of excitement most of the night.”
Mrs Manners grinned, and stroked his hard cock. “Yes, I can see that – old Mr Cuntpleaser is telling me,” she laughed. The twins joined in – mainly because they’d never heard of a cock being called “Mr Cuntpleaser” before.
Then, the security code punched in, the quartet entered the Games Room.
Mrs Manners switched on the lights to their brightest – that way was best for Coco upstairs to video the proceedings – and then marched the girls to the wheel hanging on the wall.
“Right,” she said, holding the leash in one hand, and Mr Rick’s cock in the other, “who’s going to play the first game?”
“I am,” announced Anna, stepping forward, “seeing as how I’m the oldest!”
“Only by 10 minutes,” pouted her pretty twin.
“Right,” said Mrs Manners, briskly, to stop a twin sister argument erupting, “spin the wheel Miss Anna!”
The youngster did – and the wheel finally alighted on the ominous words “Electro torture”.
“Righto, sir,” said Mrs Manners, unclipping the naked slave’s leash, “get the frame into position and then I’ll show the young ladies how the game goes.”
The well-toned and muscled nude walked to the shiny, bright, metal poles of the flogging frame and dragged it to the center of the room.
The twins watched with interest as Mrs Manners strapped her employer into position. From the upper crossbar of the frame hung two leather straps. These were used to hold the victim’s wrists. Similar straps at the base of each vertical pole then immobilised his ankles, leaving him perched on the toes of his feet.
Anna and Emma were very aware that as Mrs Manners placed Uncle Rick in his position of bondage that she pressed her breasts against his naked flesh, or her naked pussy against his thighs. She also caressed his cock from time to time. His “Cuntpleaser” was still as hard as a rock.
The cook then placed a short, but open-mouthed kiss on Uncle Rick’s mouth, before fetching the gadget that would be used by Anna on her uncle’s equipment for eight minutes.
It consisted of a leather sheath and a leather bag. First, Mrs Manners slipped the bag over the millionaire’s heavy scrotal sac, then snapped the sheath around his engorged shaft, using the five clasps up the length of the leather.
The twins now saw that a long lead ran from the ball bag to a little wooden unit, with four colored light bulbs set in the contraption. “Let’s get comfy on this couch, gals,” announced Mrs Manners, “and I’ll show you both what happens.”
A luxurious, black leather couch was wheeled into position by the twins in front of their suspended, naked, erect uncle. The trio sat down about four or five feet from his stretched position.
“Now,” said Mrs Manners, “this little beauty is called a TAPE machine. That stands for ‘testicles and penile electrodes’. Simple, eh?”
The twins nodded, then Anna pointed to the lights on the wooden controller Mrs Manners was holding.
“What are these for, Mrs M?” she asked.
“Blue,” she said, indicating the top light, “is for his penis. Yellow for his balls. And green for both cock and balls.”
“And what’s that red bulb mean, Mrs M?” asked Emma.
“Ah, that’s the warning light,” explained the cook. “This machine has a cut-out mechanism, a sort of safety device to stop him being tortured constantly. Though for the life of me, I don’t know why. I’ve tried it on the palm of my hand and the shock is so tiny, it’s almost pleasant.”
“Perhaps it’s not so pleasant on his cock and balls,” laughed Anna.
“Oh, I think it’s just that he’s such an actor, my dear,” said Mrs Manners.
“Anyway, when the red light comes on it means the others won’t work until the red light goes out. And then, it’s back to blue, yellow or green and the fun starts all over again.”
“Great,” said Anna, clapping her hands in glee. “Can I start now?”
“Certainly, my pet,” said Mrs Manners, “but first let me get the clock.”
She walked to an equipment bench from where she had brought the TAPE machine and placed a timer beside her on the couch and set it to run down from 8 minutes, to zero.
“Right,” said the bare-breasted cook, “let the games begin!”
And Anna’s little fingers moved towards the electro-torture console …..
To be continued.
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