We had a very nice dinner with wine. Jim was happy when he was told they would send all their legal work to him.
We started home with me feeling slightly giddy from the drinks and wine. Jim made me proud by saying that I was the most beautiful woman there and that his guests had loved me. Sadly he had drunk and eaten too much and was asleep before I finished my shower.
Dear Diary, March 2, 1990
After last night I totally gave in to my exhibitionaism. I stayed naked all morning posing in front of mirrors and even went out naked to lie by the pool. It had a fence around it but I could imagine airplanes flying over may see me which made me excited enough to masturbate . That is when I discovered I had become jaded. Right after marriage I only needed a few touches to have an orgasm while fantasizing about Jim making love to me but now I could only get a little excited.
I went into the house to look for clothespins thinking a little pain would help me get over the edge to orgasm. Before I could find anything the phone rang. It was Jim. He told me that he had a meeting with my Dad and had told him that I was still protesting things. Dad had suggested that he get a whip like his and since Jim was too soft-hearted my Dad would do the whipping if I did not cooperate completely. He told me to go to the store and get four thongs to braid for a handle then tie knots about three inches apart. He wanted it done for his inspection when he got home.
I knew from Mom the whip was terrible and whimpered, "You won't need it. I will be good and obey you."
"You have said that before. Seeing the whip on our wall should remind you to be good."
At least he had not threatened to whip me for my past transgressions and I had to agree it would be a deterrent to any future objections.
I hurriedly dressed but now the dress, pamties, and bra seemed horribly confining. I stripped again and put on a white micro-skirt then began looking for a blouse. All of them buttoned to the neck and even with buttons undone it stayed nearly closed. I had an inspiration. I went to his underwear drawer and put on one of his underwear shirts with shoulder straps and open arm-pits. It was perfect. All my cleavage showed and from the sides If I held out my arms the sides of my boobs were bared. Even the area covered was sexy because the material clung to my boobs and was so thin you could see the darker skin of my nipples.I decided that my flat tummy everyone like should show too and marked the shirt with a magic marker then took it off to cut off the bottom. I got a little carried away I had cut it so short it barely covered the bottoms of my boobs and when I lifted my arms over my head the shoulder straps raised it high enough to show my nipples. I looked great but I wanted even more of my tummy to show so I unbuttoned the skirt and folded under the waistline to lower it enough to show the dimples on my butt and bring the front down to the hair line if I had any.
I got in the car to go to the western store for the leather. Just by putting both hands at the top of the steering wheel the bottoms of my boobs showed. I was thrilled all the way to town as men in the other traffic lane stared at me. At the first stop light I slid up my skirt to let my bare ass rest on the seat. My pussy was still hidden by the skirt but that was about all and the leather seat felt very sensual.
The stores tiny parking lot was full and I had to park two blocks away. On the way I went past a construction site and men began hollering and whistling at me. Just a few weeks ago that would have humiliated me but now I was just thrilled and waved at them to nearly bare my undulating right boob. They went crazy which just thrilled me more. As I walked by one man he said, "What are you charging for that sweet ass?" I realized they all thought I was a hooker but that just thrilled me more as I speculated about what they would pay to fuck me. My ego imagined the price in the hundreds.
At the store it was easy to find the leather thongs described to me. They were almost a half-inch thick, rounded and about five feet long. I picked out four of them noticing they were heavy and stiff. When I turned around I noticed the clerk was staring at me along with a couple of men customers. I don't know what got into me. I bent over to rummage around in a bin on the floor containing buckles I had no interest in. This not only bared my ass and pussy but also let the shirt slide off my boobs. I held that pose for a moment waggling my butt and letting my boobs sway while I heard them whispering behind me. When I stood back up and pulled down the shirt then turned around I saw definite lumps in their pants and a look of excitement on their faces that added to my thrill.
I went to the counter and the clerk stammered "What are you getting these for?" I don't know if he expected me to admit I was making a whip but he looked disappointed when I said, "They are for a macrame project."
"They are pretty stiff to tie knots in. You should let them soak in oil for about an hour to make them soft."
That appealed to me. They were stiff and rough and I had worried that they may abrade my skin. Soft would make it better so I bought a quart of oil from him."
I could feel their eyes staring at me as I left the store so I exaggerated the sway of my hips which also made my boobs move.
When I neared the construction site men began running toward the fence for a closer look. I grinned and waved with both hand to show them my naked swinging boobs. I felt real satisfaction as their foreman yelled at them to get back to work and they ignored him to watch my hips sway as I walked on down to my car.
I raised my skirt again and laid the thongs across my thighs. The feel of them along with the fear of how they would feel hitting me had me so excited by the time I got home I immediately laid on the floor and rubbed them against my pussy until I had a good orgasm.
After resting a moment I got up and got a large shallow pan to coil them in and poured on the oil. As the oil sunk in they seemed to take on life to look like skinny snakes. As I watched them I fondled my clit and imagined all the scenarios I could be in to feel their bite. It ranged from hanging from a tree limb in firelight while indians danced around me to hanging from a basketball net in the bright lights with thousands of screaming fans. That allowed another orgasm.
I took them to the sink to pull each of them though my fist to remove the excess oil. They were much softer now but they also seemed heavier.
I braided the handle and then tied knots in each strand but the thongs were too slick to pull the knots tight so I walked naked to the garage to pinch the ends in the vise then pull with both hands to make small hard balls.
I took the whip to our bedroom to hang it next to my other whip and then stared at it. It really looked evil and I became afraid. Finally I had to know what it would feel like and swung it around my stomach as hard as I could to let the knots hit my ass.
It was awful! I swear I could feel each knot causing a deep sting followed by an ache. There were tears in my eyes as I dropped it in horror.
I was still whimpering when I called Jim and said, "My whip is finished. It is awful. You will never need it. There is nothing you can have me do that would be as bad as having it hit me."
"We'll see about that. I am bringing guests home for drinks. Wear the micro-dress with the cut-out bra and the tiny panties, make some canapes, and stock the bar with ice."
I said fearfully, "Is it my Dad?"
"No. Just a couple. Don't worry. You shouldn't be whipped."
I was relieved. When he brought Jason home I had been nearly naked. Although the Micro-dress was short it hid me completely so maybe this would just be a simple get together with a client. There was an implied threat in his statement, "I shouldn't be whipped." so I thought there was a possibility I would be told to strip but that no longer bothered me or any sex act I may be asked to perform.