Careful What You Bet On... Ashley makes bet with online rival..
After a particularly busy day at the office I settled down with my frozen supper and logged on to see what was new with my favorite chat buddies. We were all professional women from the nation's capital in Canada who loved to read erotica and then discuss it.
"The description of how she felt being stripped was accurate. Let's face it we're not all size 10's and it's bad enough in the bedroom with the lights on," said Sweetface.
"Have you ever been stripped Sweetface?" asked Linda.
"Yes. I lost a bet and a neighbor paraded me butt naked as the day I was born through my neighborhood. Man, it was humiliating, tits bouncing and all but it was also the most erotic night of my life."
A couple of other women shared similar stories, all agreeing at the time they thought they would die of embarrassment but was no worse for wear, and actually admitted to still getting wet when they thought about their forced submission.
It amazed me what all women, myself included, would say online. In my experience people were more honest and forthcoming with their feelings without having to be nice and polite as women were expected to do in society.
"True, but put yourself in the other woman's shoes, wouldn't you just love to strip another woman, equal to yourself in society, and watch her tits bounce?"
"Of course, we all would."
I even had to agree. Women tended to be far more conscious of their bodies then men. We went to great lengths to portray the image that we wanted the world to see. Being made to strip all of our clothes off was the most humiliating thing a woman could experience, unless of course they were ripped off in front of other people at the hands of another woman. It was also the juiciest thing to watch.
"Ashley, your thoughts? You've been quiet for a couple of minutes," typed Linda someone I had talked to for a couple of months now.
"I agree. I'm a professional woman and act and dress accordingly, but I have to be, well, bitchy to stay at my level. And because of that it would be a dream to carry that in to my private life and have a woman at my mercy in private, no rules and no restrictions that society places on us. We all know that no guy could ever embarrass and humiliate us the way a woman can because we know each other's bodies and we instantly know what part of hers that a woman is embarrassed by and therefore can play it to the max. And that's not even mention how we can play with one another's minds."
And so the conversation continued. As I read the posts I was amazed at how similar we all were. Sure we were all nice people, living in nice neighborhoods, who gave to charity, volunteered for causes, went out of our way for family but there was also another hidden side to us. The side that played hard, was very competitive, no holds barred, a cut-throat professional. At work our hair was perfect, finger nails perfectly manicured, make-up applied to get noticed but not be noticeable, dresses the exact length to be politically correct. And to think, that deep down we were all Bitches that wanted to expose the enemy bare.
We wanted to rip every piece of clothing from our enemy and in doing so expose their every secret, every stretch mark, every pimple, and every gray hair. Women really were insecure little things that hid behind superficial things like clothes, make-up, jewellery and accessories. The ironic part was that our enemy could be another woman, our friend, our neighbor, our co-worker, simply because every woman had secrets and nothing was sweeter than exposing those secrets.
For a couple of nights the same conversation took place with us all finding comfort in the fact that we were not alone. A lot of other women shared our interests and thoughts, and right here in our own city.
"You bitches suck!" came a reply the next night. "If you had any guts you wouldn't hide behind superficial things like clothes, and get your self worth from a bottle like make-up and hair dyes," came a post from a Wendy.
