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.

I made the canapes naked to make sure I would not stain the dress, Filled the ice container at the bar and put the canapes in the fridge while I showered and made up before dressing. x I put on the panties smoothing the softy silky gauze over my pussy noting that they were just like a second layer of skin following the contours perfectly then put on the bra. I tightened the string around my back to make my boobs bulge just a little over the top. I pulled my nipples through the holes and found that the material was stiff at the holes to dig into the skin to hold them out. I couldn't resist twiddling them with my thumbs to make them stand out then posing in front of the mirror realizing how vain I had become.

When I put on the dress the soft cashmere was just like a long sweater. Except for the vee neck I was completely covered but it was still like being naked since it was tight enough to follow my curves. My nipples made bulges and it even showed the muscle in my tummy. I turned to see the back and found it clung to my buns. The bow holding my panties showed so I lifted the hem to tuck it into the crack of my butt. That made it perfect. Anyone seeing me would swear that I was completely naked underneath it. I unzipped the back to tighten the bra a little more to make more cleavage and felt the holes digging deeper into the aurola of my nipples. I spent the rest of the time posing in front of the mirror noting just how far I could bend over before my butt cheeks showed and lifted my arms to see the bottom of the vee of my panties come into view.

Then I heard his car coming into the driveway and ran to open the door anxious to hear his compliments.

As soon as he entered the door I turned slowly in front of him and said, "Does the dress make me look good?"

He laughed and said, "You have really become vain. When we married you wouldn't have been caught dead in something so revealing."

"Oh I know but you have made me proud of my body and I exercise every day to keep it nice for you."

Then I noticed he was carrying Dad's big wood paddle.

I said, "Oh you aren't going to hit me with that are you? It makes terrible bruises that are ugly."

"That depends on you. Your Dad said I should hang it on the wall and just seeing it would help keep you in line."

"Ooh you won't need it. I'll be good. I promise."

"Maybe. Show me the whip you made."

I ran to get it and handed it to him. I stood there trembling afraid he may want to try it as he ran the thongs through his fingers making them separate as the knots popped through.

He looked up at me and said, "It looks really evil doesn't it?"

"Oh it is. When I finished it I hit myself just once to see how it would feel. Look what it did to me."

I turned to lift my skirt to show him there was still red polkadots where the knots had hit.

He said, "That doesn't look so bad."

"Yes but I hit my butt hours ago. There were red lines and blossoms. It hurt awful."

"Good. Between this and the paddle I shouldn't have any more trouble with you."

"Oh no. You won't. I never want to be hit again with either one of them."

"Good. Make a pitcher of martinis. Our guests will be here soon."

I was still stirring them when the doorbell rang. I sucked in my tummy hoping I would get compliments from his guests.

I put two glasses on the table and turned to see the girl who had dressed me in the store! She was wearing a black trenchcoat in spite of the heat.

Jim said, "Welcome. May I take your coat. We have your Russian vodka martini waiting."

She smiled and took off her coat. She was only wearing a tiny leather bikini. There were cutouts in the bra to reveal large brown nipples and handcuffs hanging from the sides of the bikini bottom. That is when I noticed a leash loop in a handcuff that led to a neck collar on a little blonde girl on her hands and knees. x Jim pulled out two chairs from our game table and waved her toward othem. She headed that way but my eyes were locked on the little blonde following humbly on her hands and knees. She had a nice figure with boobs nearly as big as mine that swayed gently with her movements.

The sales girl sat down and picked up her martini while the blonde stopped at the end of her leash still looking down at the floor. She looked terribly vulnerable.

Jim said, "You were never formally introduced to Jane. Jane say hello to Monica."

She looked frightening to me in her outfit bristling with short nails and chains. I quavered, Hello."

She didn't answer me. She just turned to Jim and said, "Ah yes. The girl from the store. I made a good choice of the dress. It looks good on her but as we discussed at home she should be naked and kneeling awaiting your next command."

"Yes but I thought you may enjoy her being humbled by stripping and getting into position not knowing what we may demand of her. Jane. Take off your clothes and kneel before us. Do it slowly."

Monica made me nervous as she stared malevolently while I slowly stripped then kneeled. It was not good enough for her. She said, "Open your legs. You are hiding your pussy." I spread them a little and then more as she said,"Wider."