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An imaginery scene or is it.
“I’m bored” sighed Monica “fifty channels and nothing on worth watching”
“ Yea I know what you mean” replied Susan “ Switch off the TV and we will indulge in the old fashioned art of conversation”
“ Scintillating” Monica huffed switching of the set and tossing the remote on the coffee table. “ What shall we discuss politics? religion? sex?”
“ Oh sex I think” laughed Susan “ You know that recipe game”
“Recipe game ?”
“ Yes where you are out camping or something, it’s pissing with rain and you’re stuck in your tent and all you've got to eat is tinned baked beans, and you do an imaginary menu, the full seven courses or whatever”
“ Oh yea where you take turn about. You fantasize about the Hour d’Oeuvres, I do the entree, and so on. No calories either which is a plus” Laughed Monica “ However my dear Susan I must point out that that has nothing to do with sex.”
“ We don’t do a recipe silly, we do a scene like strip strap strop”
“ I see, One of my favorites. What is he wearing?”
“ Hm... let’s see” mused Susan “ let’s keep it simple. Shoes, socks, a shirt, pants, and underpants.”
“ OK I will toss you to start “ said Monica extracting a coin from her jeans pocket, spinning it in the air.
“ Heads” calls Susan
“Heads it is , you start”
“ Right” said Susan thinking, “ let’s see, Ok I am going to give him a scene name, "slut" I think, yes. I announce his scene name and tell him I wish to play strip strap strop after which I will take a little tongue, which I expect to be excellent. I have the strap in my hand I tap it against my palm as I tell him he better not disappoint me if he knows what's good for his little slut arse.
There will be no warm up there is no need in this game as we are starting with a fully clad bottom. I position him in a nice formal position, bent over elbows and palms flat on the table arse nicely thrust out to make sure his jeans are nice and tight”
“ Trust you to grab the easy positions” Interrupted Monica with a laugh
“ That is the privilege of going first “ replied Susan “ I now apply twenty lusty strokes of the strap, insisting that he count them and thank me for each one as I go. Right now it’s your turn”
Monica thought for a moment and then began to speak.
“ I command him tersely with brief commands, stand up straight, hands on head. I study him, smiling, pretending to decide what should be next. I then issue the command “pants, slut” . He removes his pants and returns to attention. Kneel! I snap, hands out palms up!”
“ Oh another classic position” Susan interrupted “ and you accused me of taking the easy ones Ha.”
“ One must take on’s positions where ones find them” replied Monica with good nattered mock haughtiness. I now apply ten strokes of the strap to each upturned palm, he counts and thanks me for each one.
“ ha cheating! repeat! repeat! repeat! activity” chanted Susan jokingly pointing an accusing finger at Monica.
“ Not at all” replied Monica “did you hear me order him to count and thank ?
No you didn’t did you. He just did it because that is what you told him to do first off and he just remembered like a good little slut that he is” Laughed Monica
“ OK fair enough “ said Susan “ would you like a drink? “
“ Yes wine please” relied Monica.
Susan returned from the kitchen with two glasses of Chablis.
“ Now where where we up too, ah yes I believe it is my turn. Where was he ? Kneeling, that's right. Hands down! I snap offering him the strap to kiss, kiss it slut show me how much you like it, like a good little boy he kisses the strap. I grab a handful of his hair with my left hand and jerk his head back so I am looking directly in into his eyes and hiss in my most menacing voice, shoes slut, and be quick about it. He scrambles to remove his shoes. I order him on his back with his legs in the air, his arms clasped behind his knees”
“ Oh very inventive” Giggled Monica clapping her hands “ I can see I am playing with a master here”
“ Listen and learn” smiled Susan taking a sip of her chablis and continuing.
I then apply ten strokes to each upturned foot, the obliging little slut of course counts and thanks me for each”
“ Of course” agrees Monica “ As you do my dear , as you do, Ok my turn again, lets see”
“ I can see he is a little red in the face from the exertion of holding his legs in the air so I keep him there a while, I walk around him nudging him here an there with the toe of my shoe, I stand astride his head looking down at him tapping the side of his head with my toe. I order him to look at me. This is such fun I say and there is so much more fun to have I tap the strap against the side of his face for emphasis. This is getting me quite hot slut, I remark. Lewdly rubbing my crotch through my jeans. Enough of these pleasantries I say moving away. Get up and get that shirt off. He removes his shirt and stands to attention. Display your cock I command. He stretches his underpants down and tucks them under his balls and returns to attention. I examine the newly displayed cock stroking and squeezing. I step back and point meaningfully to the ground and say all fours please slut. I then walk to the chair furthest away in the room and sit. I beckon him with my finger, he crawls across the floor to me. Shoe shine I snap. I watch as he licks each shoe all over when I am satisfied I tell him to remove them. I offer him a foot to worship. As he is sucking my toes I occasionally slap the strap noisily against the palm of my hand to remind the little slut there is more to come, much more.
Stop I say as I rise and move to the coffee table. Over here quickly boy I have an itchy strap hand. He crawls to the coffee table I order him to kneel up against the table hands on head with his cock laid on the table top. I move around beside him and place one foot up on the table, pinning his cock to the table top. I the proceed to apply ten back handed flicks to his chest, I then change positions pinning him with my other foot and repeating the dose. Of course he counts and thanks as usual”
“ Of course “ agreed Susan “ What a position how am I supposed to compete with that” she laughed.
“You'll think of something, More wine?” asked Monica.
“ Don’t mind if I do “ replied Susan stretching.
“Right” said Susan with an exaggerated look of concentration on her face.
“ I move to the centre of the room. Get up and get over here I snap. He hurries over, at attention I say. I walk around him doing my best, meanest nastiest bitch in the valley impersonation, I stop in front of him very close I am slapping the strap against my hand. Guess what time it is slut, I say. It’s bare arse spanking time I laugh. Get your fucking knickers off. He removes his underpants. Bend over”
“ How predictable” interrupted Monica with a laugh
“ Wait, I haven't finished yet “ replied Susan.
“ I order him to spread his legs, I move around behind him and begging tapping his dangling balls with the strap. Now you are going to be a good little strap slut aren't you, I say still tapping his balls. Otherwise, I continue, my strap and your balls are going to have to meet in anger and that is going to hurt a lot, isn't it slut. Not surprisingly he agrees with me that it would indeed hurt a lot.
I step back. Show me your arse I say, get it open. He reaches behind himself with both hands and obediently separates his cheeks. That looks nice and tight I joke.”
“ Oh great now he thinks your going to fuck him” Monica interjected
“ Perhaps I am” replied Susan smiling. “ Now to continue , where was I before I was so rudely interrupted. Oh yes. He is offering his arse. Right, I say time for some action, hands and knees. Now slut I desire a change of venue I feel the bedroom is appropriate for what is to follow. My, my,look at his clothes scattered all over the floor, such a mess. We can’t have that. I order him to take them into the bedroom. He starts to rise to collect the scattered clothes. Uh Uh I say not like that on all fours use your mouth to carry them like a good little dog.
He begins to pick up the clothes in his mouth and carry them into the bedroom I chase him up the hall haranguing him to hurry up, and swatting him on the arse with the strap as encouragement to greater efforts. Wiggle your arse like a dog, I say stopping him on his last trip up the hall dragging his jeans in his teeth. Wiggle faster I say slapping his arse get those balls jiggling.
I am bored with the count and thank routine. I need a new sound to accompany his bare arse spanking, something fun. I know. I order him up on the bed on all fours, I select his underpants from the pile of clothes he has brought in from the other room. I stuff them in his mouth. This is delicious as it saves me the bother of telling him count and thank is no longer required. It also intimates that I think he may soon be making a lot of noise. I reach into the side drawer and retrieve two little Christmas bells attached to a ribbon, how festive, I order him to spread his legs and attach then to his balls. Wiggle your arse I say to test the sound of my bells. Satisfied I deliver twenty strokes of the strap”
“ Very good very good” Cried Monica clapping her hands in glee “I think you win”
“Oh No I think it is a tie” Susan laughed back. “Of course now we've beaten him naked it’s time to do the same for ourselves in preparation for taking tongue”
“Yes indeed” Agreed Monica “ However I do believe it is time to say goodbye strap and hello cane for the removal of mistresses cloths, don’t you”
“ Oh definitely you have to make them earn it”
“ I agree entirely,” Continued Monica “I feel the number of strokes one demands for each item of clothing one removes is something one can decide as one goes depending on mood”
“ Again I concur entirely. With of course appropriate body worship of the bared flesh as you proceed. I would add though I do like to make an issue of my panties, I feel they deserve the highest price.”
“ Absolutely “ agreed Monica “ That goes without saying my dear”.
The two girls fell about laughing.
“ The only problem with all this is before I was bored now I’m horny as hell.”
Just then they were interrupted by the buzzing of the intercom.
Monica lent forward and pressed the button saying “ hello”
“ Hello this is James” came the hesitant reply from a familiar voice “ I was just passing bye and wondered if you were home I can go away if it is not convenient”
Susan and Monica exchanged a knowing look.
“ Ah James we were just talking about you” Monica cooed into the intercom, “ do come on up”
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