Chapter 2
I could not wait to see her the next day so I made an excuse
to leave work early.
When I got home she met me at the door very animated and
happy. She told me that her whole attitude had changed. " Do you
remember how I used to change clothes in the bathroom or in the
dark? Now I love to be naked. You are right. My body does look
beautiful. I have been naked all day posing in front of mirrors
or just walking or running. If I run in place my breasts shake,
the lips of my pussy rub together, and my tummy tremors. Things I
never paid any attention to before seem sexy to me now. I can see
now how girls could enjoy being strippers. Do you like my
outfit?"
Her costume amounted to a tight angora sweater she had cut
off just below her breasts and a leather mini-skirt I had never
seen before. It looked great on her perfect thirty-five, twenty-
two, thirty-five body. Her legs looked longer than before because
of the short skirt which ended just below her butt. I said, " It
looks great Honey, but your folks or your friends would shit if
they saw it."
" I know, but it isn't for them. It's for you and me. I'll
just wear it around the house unless you want to show me off in
front of your friends."
This was really a shocker for me. When we had a pool-party
she had always worn a conservative one-piece suit and would wear
a robe over it except when she was in the water. The only time
She ever wore a bikini was when she was in a private pool with
other women. When early in our marriage I had bought her a micro-
dress saying she had a lovely body and should show it off she had
angrily thrown it away saying she was not about to look like a
hooker to satisfy my perverted desire to show her off. To
indicate any willingness toward exhibitionism seemed unreal. I
was a little ashamed when I realized I was making a mental list
of my friends to whom I wanted to show off my "new" wife. I knew
I would feel very proud to show them something only I could have.
I knew I would have to come up with some excuse to do it.
She said, " I am kind of proud of my design. You know that
old leather dress I had that went out of style? Well I just cut
off the bottom and cut it off low on my waist then punched holes
in the waist to hold the leather string I made out of the bottom
of the skirt."
The top of the skirt was just above the top of her pussy hair
well below her belly-button in the front and just at the top of
the cleavage of her ass in the rear. I wondered why her panties
did not show. Even though the top was a very tight sweater she
had cut it so close to the bottom of her breasts there was a gap
between the sweater and her skin.
" I'll tell you something else. I am not wearing panties or
bra. I don't think I ever will again unless you want me to. I am
so sensitive now I can feel breezes on my pussy and on the bottom
of my breasts."
That certainly answered my question, but there was more.
" There's more. Wait here!"
She ran to the other room and came back carrying a whip!
"I made it myself by cutting long strips out of the leather
dress then braiding them to make a handle. The strips were too
long and soft so I braided them in threes to make the thongs. It
excited me so much just looking at it that I tried whipping
myself but it is too long so I used your big belt. I took off my
clothes and whipped my butt and stomach as hard as I could and as
long as I could stand it. It did not make me horny. I know now
that it is you and only you that can excite me by causing pain.
I'll show you the marks."
She untied the bow at her waist and pulled off the mini-
skirt. She had really done a job on herself. there were several
dark red lines on her butt, lower stomach, and the top of her
thighs. She then took off the sweater to reveal a half-dozen
marks on her breasts.
"I know it will excite me if you do it because when I closed
my eyes and imagined you were doing it. I began to get turned on!
I couldn't maintain the illusion though since it was still me
swinging the belt. The whip will be better since it looks like
the ones they used on slaves. I want to be your slave."
I told her that we could try some experiments to see what
really worked for her.
" Yeah. That sounds great! Could we go down to the sex-shops
to see if they have anything interesting to use on me. I
fantasized being tied up or hand-cuffed. Or are you afraid
someone you know will see you?"
Actually, I was a little worried about that. I surely did not
want to look like a wimp to her so I said, " If anyone notices us
in there it will be because they are customers as well as us. It
will be hard for them to say anything when they are in the same
boat."
" Great! Should I wear this?"
" No. There are too many scum-bags around there. Wear a dress
but you don't need panties or bra."
" Okay. I know just the thing. I have been trying on clothes.
I have a short pleated skirt that lets the air play with my pussy
and an angora sweater that lets my breasts bobble when I walk in
high heels. If you don't like it you can always tell me what to
wear. I'll do anything you want. You can even buy my clothes if
you want to."
This was another major change. She spent almost every waking
moment either shopping for clothes or reading fashion magazines.
It was a real concession for her to take the chance I may get
something out of fashion. I told her that she would have to come
along as I would not buy anything till she modeled it. This gave
me an out. I would be able to tell by her expression if she
really hated something so I could be dominant without having her
look like a frump. She was so fashion conscious she would
probably throw up if I put her in polyester.
