When we went to bed he hugged me and said that he was grateful that I was willing to do almost anything to excite him especially since some business friends told him their wives were bitches and hardly believed I would be so compliant. To my shame he even told them I was willing to be whipped just to excite him.
I told him I felt humiliated since they would probably tell their friends. He said they wouldn't because they didn't believe him.
He laid there a moment and then said, 'I think I will have them over for dinner friday night so they can see how nice you are. Make that great prime rib you do so well.'
I said, 'Oh God. You aren't thinking of making me get naked in front of them are you?"
"I don't know. I may get jealous but then it didn't bother me to have Jim see you since he said I was lucky to have such a beautiful wife and it didn't seem to bother you much."
"But it did! It was horribly embarrassing. You know that! I was blushing all down my front."
"Yeah. You are right. I remember I had this great feeling of power to be able to have you do it."
Oh Jane. That is what worries me. Having the power may be stronger than his jealousy. It was bad enough with Jim when I was sure it would be a secret. I am sure strangers would tell everything. I may have to choose the whips rather than to show myself."
I tried to console her saying that Dad would never do that and was just teasing her but down deep I knew there was a possibility.
That is when I realized we were not completely alike. Her description of the whips frightened me and I knew I could never stand that much pain while she thought they could be bearable and she seemed genuinely frightened at the prospect of having to strip in front of strangers while the thought of me doing it made me wet.
When Jim got home I told him what she had told me. He didn't seem surprised that she thought she may be able to stand the new whips saying, "I think she could get off on them if he started easy. She seems tougher than you and evidentally thinks you are tough too. Remember, she hit you harder than your Dad or I did."
"Yeah but those whips sound awful. They left terrible welts especially where the knots hit. Don't you think it is strange she would consider being whipped by them rather than get naked?"
Maybe not. Your Dad said she has been trained to be modest since she was tiny. Perhaps she needs the whips to relieve her guilt."
I changed the subject at that point by asking shyly, "You woulddn't want to show me off in front of your friends, would you?"
I was actually disappointed when he said, "God no. My friends would never be satisfied just to look, and nobody fucks you except me."
Dear Diary Feb 28,90
Mom called to say the dinner was off because Dad's friends would be out of town for a trial that was running long. she said she felt a little confused. She was relieved that the possibility of being stripped in front of strangers was no longer a threat but at the same time she couldn't help but be curious as to how that may effect her. She said she had a dream where they were travelling in Egypt and somehow she had become separated from Dad and kidnapped. She had been taken to a huge palace where she was stripped and auctioned off. She said it was horribly embarrassing being held by two men facing hundreds of men in turbans but at the same time she felt proud that they excitedly bid thousands of dollars for her. She woke up just as she was being led offstage.
I said, "God we are so much alike. I have had dreams like that since puberty. The good part was that I would be a slave and wouldn't have to feel guilty about anything that happened."
"Really! I felt that way too."
Jim thinks you need the whip to release your inhibitions so you can really enjoy sex."
"He may be right but part of it too is the way your Dad has changed. He used to just get the urge and fuck me slam,bam, thank you mam but now there is the slow stripping, fondling, whipping and if he thinks I have been really good he even goes down on me. He never did that before. Unfortunately he loves blow jobs. They don't do anything for me except make me feel humiliated especially since he turns the lights up bright and talks to me all the time calling me his little cocksucker and having me stop to lick his balls to make it last as long as possible."
I hesitantly told Mom that Jim had introduced me to something new. He had told me to suck on his penis while he lightly brought the whip over my back and between my cheeks to slap on my pussy. The humiliation combined with the stimulation of the whip had made me orgasm and I had hardly noticed it when he came in my mouth.
"Oh I can see how that could be good except not with your Dad. He gets so excited he would hit so hard my pussy would be bloody. You are lucky Jim has restraint."
I am anxiously waiting for Jim to come home from work to see if he has a new adventure for me.
Jim called from the office to tell me he had a present for me. A new dress in a box under the bed. He said he was saving it for a special occasion and decided he wanted to see me in it when he got home.
I ran into the bedroom and pulled out the box. It carried the label of an expensive custom dressmaker that made dresses for a perfect fit in your own or a designer design.
I hurriedly opened the box to see it was made of white silk. I pulled it out to see that it was not really a dress but a micro skirt with two inch wide suspenders. I took off my dress to put it on and found it was a hip-hugger design so tiny it barely covered the crack of my bottom at the top and ended just below my butt-cheeks at the bottom. It would have been tiny at that but it had also been cut lower at the front so the top would have barely covered the hair of my pussy if I had any. The suspenders barely covered my nipples and if I did not keep my chest out they would fall away to expose them. It dawned on me that although he said it was a dress he must have meant skirt so I began to look for a suitable blouse. The only ones I had in white were inexpensive white cotton ones that did not go with the silk at all. Also the tails of the blouse were too long. They hung below the skirt and I would have had to tuck them into my panties which would make a bulge.
I called him to say that I did not have a blouse that went with it. He told me that I was not to wear a blouse, bra or panties with it. I was relieved because now I knew it was just meant to be worn at home to excite him. I really hoped it worked because I was anxious to find out if I could get to orgasm without pain. I planned to tease him with it till he took me to bed. I practiced poses in the mirror until I settled on the one I would be in when he opened the door where I had my hands on my hips with my breasts pushed out enough to make the suspenders slightly indent my breasts and my tummy tucked in so tight the waist band gaped a little at my crotch. I found if I pinched my nipples they would get hard to delineate themselves in the soft silk. My legs would be spread just enogh to raise the skirt barely below the lips of my cunny.
When I heard his car come into the driveway I struck my pose in front of the door. To my shock and surprise there was another man who entered in front of him. I ran to our bedroom to hide.
Jim came in after me laughing and telling me how funny I looked running away with my buns flashing. When he stopped laughing he told me to come out to meet his brother, Jason.
I saw the humor in my panic and giggled then said I would be right out as soon as I put on a robe. I was dismayed to hear him say, "No robe. Just like that. I want him to know what a beautiful wife I have."