I picked up the dress and found that it was really just a half- dress. The silk was just in the front. The back was just elastic cords. I also found it was in two pieces. Bill helped me put it on.
When it was on the top part had cords running from my arm-pits to my waist to hold the top tightly to my boobs and upper stomach with the silk just reaching to my sides. The bottom put cords around my butt to hold the skirt tight below my navel and just below my pussy. The rest of the sil just swirled around my legs to my ankles. It was really sexy. The silk was transparent enough to show my blush-pink nipples and the outline of my legs to my crotch.
He told me to wait until he called so he could arrange my entrance. I spent the time looking at myself in the mirrors finally the phone rang and he said to come down.
I walked slowly down the huge staircase until I saw a half-crcle of girls and guys looking up at me.
Fill waved his arm toward me and announced loudly, "Friends, meet Susan. The love of my life!"
They applauded. I can hardly describe the magnificent feeling he provided for me. He had not only declared his love for me in front of all these people. His entrance for me made me feel like a movie star.
I made it on over to him radiant in the excitement of the applause and the excited faces of the men.
He introduced me to all ten couples but I was so excited I only caught a few names. When I had met them all he said, "Do you like the dress? I designed it myself."
They all said it was beautiful or sexy then he said, "If you like the front you will love the back."
He lifted my arms and twirled me to put my back to them. I blushed having so many people looking at me only covered by the tiny elastic cords. I think if it had just been men I would have just been excited but all the fully dressed girls looking bothered me.
One of the men said admiringly, "That is a truly fine ass!"
Bill laughed and said, "It is firm too!" He slapped each cheek with his hand. The sharp pain made me gasp but I didn't protest.
Then he turned me around and said "If you like her ass you'll love these. He pulled off the top of my dress leaving my boobs bare and shuddering with my excited breathing. When they cheered again he pulled down my skirt.
I stood there stark naked with everyone else fully dressed. I was blushing all down my front.
The men began complimenting my boobs, flat tummy and tight pussy. It must have made the other girls jealous because one of them said, "My tits are as good as hers." and pulled off her dress to be naked too. Other girls began saying their body parts were better and soon all of us girls were naked.
I should have felt more comfortable with all the girls as naked as me but actually I missed being the center of attention. The boys eyes darted toward any of us that moved, danced, or assumed sexy poses.
One of the guys said, "Those elastic cords made some sexy marks on her butt. Looked like whip marks. Too bad they are fading."
I hugged Bill and said, "Bill can put whip marks all over me if he wants. I love him."
He retorted, "Yeah sure." sarcastically.
Bill said, "She means it. She would let me whip her if I wanted to but I don't."
The guy's girlfriend said, "Bullshit. I don't mind if Bob spanks me if I have pissed him off but I would never let him do it just for the hell of it."
By that time we had drawn a crowd and another girl laughed and said, "That's right Sue. Promise him anything. You know he is too nice to take advantage of it."
That made me mad. "I am not lying! He could even let you give me ten lashes."
She sneered, "Big fucking deal. Any of us could take ten spanks on our butts."
I had to admit to myself ten spanks was wimpy and retorted, "I meant you could all give me ten lashes anywhere from my armpits to my knees."
That made them excited and they began chattering among themselves.I heard one girl say." Relax. It isn't going to happen. It is just a bluff."
Bill said, "Sue you are crazy. If we all hit you would get two hundred lashes. No-one could stand that much."
The girl said, "See! The bluff worked."
"Bill.. They don't believe me! Now I don't know if you believe me either. Let them do it."
That began to encourage him I think the convincer was when a guy said, "If she does it we will know you are one of the greatest lovers of all time."
"Alright Sue. You asked for it, but only the girls, and if you want to chicken-out you just have to yell, 'Mercy'." Now go up to our room and pick your instrument out of my closet to use on you."
I rushed upstairs accompanied by their chorus of excited voices.
I opened the closet expecting to see the strap he had made. It was there but he had added things, a big wooden paddle, a riding quirt, a whip made of a broomstick with nylon fish lines that I knew would just tingle and finally a whip that brought immediate excitement. It looked just like the whip Dad had made for Mom except there were no knots. The ends had been glued together then sliced to make tassels.
There was no question that it would be my choice. It would create the combination of excitement of my Mom's whipping plus my dream considering I would have an audience. Best of all this whip did not seems as bad as Mom's and certainly not as bad as the black snake in my dream. I thought I could take a hundred lashes with it without losing their respect by crying "Mercy."
I went back down hugging the whip to my breasts already trembling with excitement. They were waiting for me.
One of the girls took my whip while two others grabbed my arms to lead me into the living room.
Bill had lowered the chandelier and the boys were standing around it. I leaped into a higher plane of excitement as I realized I would be hung up and whipped in front of people just like my dream. I just wished there were hundreds more.
There was another refinement. Bill was holding padded leather wrist cuffs connected by a chain. I held out my arms for him to put them on breathing faster as I realized the chain made it even more like my dream.
He looped the chain over the chandelier and nodded to one of the boys. My arms started going up slowly until my body was stretching. When my heels lifted it stopped.
Bill stepped back and I asked, "Aren't you going to tie my legs?"
"No I want you to be able to protect your crotch if you want to."
Bill kissed me and said, "Are you ready for this? The girls may hit harder than you think."
I said shakily, "Yes. I will make you proud of my bravery. I want to do this for you."
He stepped back and sat down in an ornate dining room chair with arms. My dream was now complete. The other boys sat down on other chairs while their girls either sat on their laps or knelt beside their legs.
The girl who had taken my whip stepped beside me to swing it sharply against my buns. It stung but not terribly and when she finished and handed the whip to another girl I looked out at my audience defiantly.
Someone said, "Hit harder! That didn't even bother her."
The next girl did hit harder and the pain increased but no more than my excitement. She also just hit my butt and thighs."
I began to think that was all they would hit and was thinking of turning so they could see I was being hit hard but was being brave enough not to scream when a boy yelled, "Buffy! Hit her tits. I want to see those big babies bounce."
She did, and hard. A searing pain covered my breasts and nipples. I gasped and whimpered as she giggled and changed positions to make my tits jump and quaver as they were hit up down and sideways.