"Yes but that isn't the point. I know a lot of girls that would eventually become excited from being whipped but none of them would agree to posing the way you did not knowing how badly we may hurt you. Most men have fantasies about having a girl slave. I know men who would have paid a lot to see the show you put on."
I was sure he would. Jim had told me he owned a string of strip clubs. That brought back the fantasy of a crowd out in the dark that had helped me bear the first terrible part of my switching.
The thought fascinated me and I said, "Just standing there being whipped doesn't take any talent. Do you really think men would pay to see it?"
"Are you kidding. Two of my girls have a little act where one is a teacher and the other is a student who gets spanked. She just uses a thin strap that barely turns the skin pink but the guys go wild. If you want to make some money I can set it up."
Before I could even think about it Jim said, "Forget it. I don't need my wife to whore."
Jason protested, "Whoa. She wouldn't be fucking anyone!"
"I don't care. If she would excite them that would be selling sex. Now the show is over. Why don't you go home."
"Hey man. I didn't mean to piss you off."
"You haven't. It is just late and we need to get to bed."
Jason left reluctantly and I hugged Jim saying, "Are you mad at me too?"
"Yes. You made no protest about Jason fucking you and enjoyed it."
I was honestly confused and said, "I thought that was what you wanted."
"No. I wanted you to prove you would suffer for me. Fucking my brother was not suffering."
"But you should have stopped him."
"No. You should have protested. Now I know you are just a slut out for thrills."
That hurt, especially now that I knew it was true. I knew that if they hadn't fucked me I would have begged for it. The only thing I could think of to say was, "I'm sorry. Are you going to punish me more?"
"No. I think you would just be excited by it. I am going to have to think of a punishment you won't like."
That didn't worry me. I couldn't think of anything worse than the switches and even they had turned me on eventually."
We went to bed and he pushed me away to show he was still mad. I was still too excited to sleep. My skin was still tingling from the switching especially near my clitoris so I began caressing it as I fantasized about being whipped in front of a crowd. I made a big production of it. I was hung from the ceiling and covered with several veils. Jason's dancers were dancing around me nude carrying whips. Occassionally one would rip off a veil which brought a lot of applause from this huge audience. Finally I was naked and they danced closer to hit me. My boobs, butt and pussy trembled with each lash in time with the heavy beat of the music. It is a wonder I didn't wake Jim with my trembling and moans as I brought myself to climax.
He left in the morning saying, "You aren't off the hook. You may be punished."
I wasn't worried. Each "Punishment" seemed to bring me to an even higher plane of eroticism.
I spent the rest of the day reliving the night before and playing with myself but I have become so jaded I just can't get off with masturbation anymore.
I have lost all my inhibitions. When the paper came I went out stark naked to get it actually hoping someone would see me. Chances were slim since we have a long driveway with a tall hedge but there was just enough chance that a man might walk through the space in the hedge for the drive way to excite me.
All the compliments have made me terribly vain.I spend a lot of time studying my body in the mirrors and have resolved to exercise every day to keep it looking good.
March 1,1990
Dear Diary,
Jim called this morning to say that he was meeting some clients for dinner and that they were bringing their wives. He thought I should go but since I did not have a cocktail dress I should meet him after work to buy one for me. I was not really interested in dinner but I loved the idea of new clothes and the fact Jim seemed no longer mad. I was browsing through fashion magazines to see what cocktail dresses were in fashion. I had to hurry and dress to meet Jim.
He took me to the nicest store in town. I was overwhelmed by the choices so he picked out a half dozen cocktail dresses then followed the salesgirl and me into a large dressing room. I waited for her to leave but she said "I can't fit you till you try one on."
Jim laughed at my discomfort and said, "She is trying to tell you to take off your clothes Jane."
I took off my suit jacket, skirt and blouse and stood there waiting for her to hand me a dress. She told me these dresses didn't need a full slip. I blushed as I took it off in front of this strange girl and she noticed. She said amuzed, "She is blushing. Isn't that cute. Where did you find such a bashful girl, Sir?" Jim chuckled and replied, "I thought she was over that. She runs around stark naked at home."
I blushed even deeper. I could hardly believe he was telling her that I was so brazen.
She giggled and said, "That must want you to hurry home."
Then she turned to me and said, "My God. Where did you get that ugly underwear? I'll get you something nice."
I did not know where Dad bought our underwear. I had a big cotton bra that even hid my cleavage and panties that came over the top of my navel.
She came back waving some black lacy things and went behind me to unclasp my bra. It was weird. I had fantasized about being stripped in front of strangers but now that it was happening with only an unlocked door between me and hundreds of customers I became embarrassed and clutched the cups of my bra. I said, "Please let me change behind the screen."
Jim had no sympathy, He said, "Don't be ridiculous. She is a woman. She isn't interested in you. You must have showered after gym in school with other girls."
"No. I changed behind my locker door and showered at home. You know my dad wanted me to be modest."
"You aren't with your Dad anymore. Let go of your bra."
I let out a little sob and let my hands fall to my sides. the bra was so stiff it clung to my boobs.
She seemed to enjoy my submissiveness grinning at Jim as she said, "Very nice. You have her well trained."
Jim said, "Thanks but she still needs to obey without protest."
She pulled off the straps off my shoulders and let the bra slide off my arms.
Then she began measuring them. I had never been measured for a bra before but she seemed to be unnecessarily thorough. She brought the tape under each boob to lift it and measure the circumference then pressed the end against each nipple to measure the distance from my nipple to the small crease at the base. Then she carefully put the tape over both nipples then sawed it back and forth. My nipples lengthened and I blushed even more as I saw them bending from side to side. I could also see her face in the mirror and doubted her lack of interest since she was staring at me as avidly as any of the men.
I gasped when she brought her arms around me and lifted my boobs in each hand and bounced them saying, "They are quite heavy but she has good muscle tone. Would you prefer a light sexy bra or a push up that would make them look like this." At that she gripped my boobs and lifted them to create cleavage almost to my neck."
Jim said, "Just a light one. She has enough cleavage."
She let her hands slide up my boobs to pinch my nipples btweeen her thumb and fingers lifting and stretching them as she said, We have a bra with cutouts for these cute pink nipples. Would you like that?"