"Hi, Carol!"
"Oh. I didn't hear your van."
Steve strode into the kitchen, came up behind her, put his arms around her waist and kissed her on the back of her neck.
"Mmmm. Oh my, I always did like it there!"
"Hey, you smell good! And so does whatever that is."
"Here, taste it."
"Ohh! It's hot. Spicy hot. Is that why it's red?"
"Is it too hot? I tried not to put so much chilies. I guess these little ones are pretty potent."
"Wow! Actually, it's very good. Hot, but not too hot. Maybe you should warn our guests. What's that good smell? Beef, I think."
"That's the kal bi ribs. See? I just finished grilling them on the hibachi out back. I didn't want to fuss with them while everybody's here. Too much smoke.
"Listen, I'd better get dressed. Can you kind of set up the bar? Get the ice ready, like that?"
"Sure thing."
When Carol returned Steve was fiddling with the stereo, going through her tapes and picking out some party music. He looked up as she walked in, and grinned from ear to ear.
"My, my, my. Do you look fetching tonight! Hey, you remind me of those Marilyn Monroe posters. 'Some Like It Hot?'"
"You think it's too hot? Oh, you mean the pleats? Wasn't that 'The Seven Year Itch?' Those photos were so sensual! I want you to know that I picked this with you in mind. I have absolutely nothing on underneath, and it feels wonderful!"
Steve took her in his arms, and as he embraced her he ran his fingers lightly over her ass.
"Nothing? Not even one of your wicked panties?"
"Nope. Just me, under all this nylon jersey. And I want you to remember that, dear, all evening! I know it's not as soft as you like, but the pleats feel really good. See, it's a jumpsuit."
Carol lifted her right leg, and a torrent of pleats spilled across her calf.
"Oh, I thought it was a dress. I see, it's like pants down below. Gosh, you look so virginal in white."
"Perhaps you can imagine me as a luscious young virgin."
"I can try. But virgins don't hold any special interest for me. Young girls, sixteen, even fifteen, can be very nice to look at. But I prefer a woman who knows how to play the game."
"The game? If you mean your special games, I think that there are very few who know how. But then I'm sure you're a good teacher."
"I think I hear a car pulling up."
Carol peeked out the window and saw Nancy and Teddi walking up to the front door. They were dressed alike, in tight blue jeans and tee shirts; not quite what she had hopped for.
She introduced them to Steve, keeping an eye on him to see how he reacted to Teddi being there. He seemed to behave himself, but she did catch him staring at Nancy. Not that it worried her. Most men would do the same thing.
Steve brought them each a glass of Chablis, and they had just settled in the living room when another car pulled in.
This time it was Ginger and her new friend, Lynn. Ironically they too were dressed alike, but in the sexy outfits she had just sold them. Ginger was in black, Lynn in royal blue. She noticed Steve eyeing them hungrily.
As they headed for the living room Ginger hung back, so that the two of them were alone together.
"Carol, That's a beautiful outfit you have on. I don't remember seeing it in the store."
"Thank you! It's a sample. I'm bringing in the line, should be here in a couple weeks. Shall I call you when it comes in?"
"Sure, that would be terrific! It's jersey, isn't it? I've never seen pleated jersey before. And look at all those pleats. It must weigh a ton!"
"Well, it is a bit heavier than a plain dress. There's so little on top I guess it kind of makes up for the bottom. It does feel really good."
"Oh? I'd like that. That's what I like about these pants, the way they feel. Really comfortable. Even sexy."
"I know what you mean. It makes you aware of your body, all the time."
"That's why I hate to wear stockings with these. Actually, I don't wear much of anything underneath. It feels so good all by itself."
"Then you'd appreciate this jumpsuit. It's the same, only the pleats add to it. And, see how the halter ties? If you tie it just right the crotch brushes nicely between your legs. Right where it counts."
"Oh God, I have to have one! Call me the second they come in!"
Carol was delighted with her little chat with Ginger. For the first time since Bangkok she seemed to have found a woman that shared her tastes in unusual erotic pleasure.
As she followed Ginger back to the living room she drank in the sight of those slinky black pants swirling around Ginger's legs, aroused by the thought that Ginger was enjoying the feeling they produced. Her own outfit teased her delightfully. Her legs and ass were bathed in constant caresses from the sharp edges of the pleats. She wished that the top were looser, so that the fabric could brush across her nipples, but the constant tug of the seam between her legs more than made up for that.
"Carol, you and the others all look so dressed! Nancy and I seem so out of place."
"Teddi's right. I'd give anything to have something like that to wear," added Nancy.
"You two look marvelous. Young women with bodies like yours can look good in anything. I just have to try harder."
Steve caught her eye with a look that reminded her of a hungry dog waiting by the table for someone to drop something.
"Actually, my closet is packed with samples from the store. Sometimes I think I have one of everything we've ever sold. Most are eights and tens, but there are some smaller sizes too. Would you like to take a look?"
"Sure!"
"You bet!"
"Come, I'll help you pick out something."
She headed off to her bedroom with Teddi and Nancy, leaving Steve grinning in satisfaction. The pleasure of the pleats on her bare skin made her recall a gown she had stashed away, and hoped that it would fit Teddi.
She had to dig around to find it. Finally she did, and held it out for the two girls to see. It was an expensive designer gown, actually a pleated skirt with a matching pleated top made of very soft, silky nylon jersey. It was a pale peach color, which made it less blatantly sexy, but the supple hand and sheen of the fabric gave it a very sensual look.
"Here, Teddi, try this on."
"Oh Carol, it's lovely!"
Teddi stripped down to her bra and panties and reached for the outfit.
"No no, Teddi. If you're going to the trouble of wearing such a sensuous dress, you should enjoy it. Now off with the underwear."
Teddi and Nancy both giggled, and Nancy even blushed. Teddi didn't hesitate beyond that, stripping down to her altogether and slipping on the skirt.
"Oh my! This does feel nice. So this is how to avoid a panty line! I love it!"
Next she pulled the top down over her head. Her young, full breasts were just the right size, bulging out nicely under the flowing qiana.
"And how does that feel?"
"Really good! My nipples are going to show, though. See?"
"Of course. That's how it's supposed to look. Unfortunately, most of the women who could afford this dress don't have a body like yours to show off."
"You know, I feel like I'm wearing a nightgown. I can't imagine wearing this out in public, like out to dinner. I feel almost naked!"
"Enjoy it! Of course the main reason for dressing this way is to get the attention of the men, but the nice thing is you can enjoy how sexy it feels. The next time you get the chance, when you're out on a date dressed like this, let your man know that what you are wearing feels really sexy. Most men go nuts when they hear that.
"Now, something for Nancy. Ah, this is nice!"
She took out a black nylon gown, made from the very fluid fabric that Steve liked so much. She was sure it would drive him crazy, and delighted in the thought. The bottom six inches of the dress was made of soft, pleated lace. The pleats were very fine, producing a delicate texture. A narrow strip of the same lace ran along the top, arching over the bust in a way that suggested a sexy bra or corset. A dramatic slit ran down the front, starting just above the knee and curving away to each side.
Nancy looked stunning in it. The black nylon shimmered with her every movement, and the lace hem tossed around when she walked in a way that reminded her of the wide flared pants. A super sexy look. Carol knew that Nancy could walk into any party looking like this and have the immediate, undivided attention of every man there.
"Gosh, this is beautiful. It reminds me of those old ballroom gowns, with the tight skirts and net flounces at the bottom."
"Do you like the way it feels?" Carol asked.
"Oh yes. Very, ah, well, I don't know how to say it. It kind of turns me on. You know what I mean?"
"Of course. I feel the same way. Many women do. And believe me, it drives men crazy. You know, women's underwear has a special sex appeal for them. There are a lot of men out there, of all ages, who find a woman dressed in sexy lingerie to be even more desirable than if she were nude. It makes her seem more feminine. What I've noticed is that men react the same way to the clothes like this I sell in the store. It's almost like going out in your best lingerie."
"This is nylon jersey, yeah?" asked Nancy.
"Uh huh. The best. Notice how fluid it is, how cool and supple it feels?"
"Yeah, like water. And it's so smooth!" Nancy said, running her fingertips along her thigh. "Incredibly soft."
"The best knits like this are made of nylon," Carol explained. "There are some pretty good ones made of polyester. I've seen some that are real shiny and fluid, but most of the time the polyester knits are just not as sensuous. And there are plenty of nylon knits that are close but not quite right. Lately I've seen a lot of that stuff in the stores. It looks good, soft and slinky, but without the feel that, well, turns you on."
"I don't know about this slit. It's so high and pulled open in front that I might as well be wearing a short dress!"
"Wouldn't you say that this way it's even more provocative? Look at the way the opening points at your crotch. And it lets you legs peek out. This is a perfect dress for someone with legs as good as yours."
"But I feel like I should have stockings on."
"Well, in polite company you should. But tonight I want you to enjoy the way it feels, and you can't do that wearing pantyhose. Come, let's show the others what we've picked out."
The little group went to rejoin the party. Carol got dinner served, and everyone dug in and ate heartily. She knew that the food was good, because there was hardly any sound other than that of eating. She did notice Steve looking longingly at all of the women, and delighted in thinking how much it must torment him to be surrounded by such attractive females dressed the way they were.
Then, the dishes cleared away and a fresh round of wine in everyone's glass, they all sat back and chatted, taking turns talking about where they were from and what they did, the kind of music they liked, what movies they had seen; all the usual party stuff. Eventually there was the inevitable lull, and Carol decided that it was time to focus the conversation on the topic of most interest to her. And, she was sure, to Steve.
"Well Steve, did you ever see a sexier group of women?" Carol asked.
"I can't believe it. I feel like a kid in a toy store!"
"Why is that?" Ginger asked.
"Well, when I see a woman dressed the way you are I have this irresistible urge to reach out and touch her."
"Why? Do you think I'm a figment of your imagination?"
"No, no, not that kind of touch. Actually, it's, well...This may sound weird, but what I mean is, when I see a woman dressed in slinky nylon jersey, I have this irresistible urge to tickle her. Very lightly. Sensuous, sexy tickling. Both on her bare skin, and through the nylon. And I like to think that the feeling of the fabric will add to the tickling, carrying it all over her body."
"Ah yes," Carol said, "some people find that kind of thing very enjoyable." She was a bit surprised at how quickly he moved into her opening, wondering how the others would react. She was hoping that Teddi would pick up on the theme, but she was sitting there staring dreamily at Steve. Nancy, on the other hand, had blushed a bright crimson and squirmed in her seat. Much to Carol's surprise, she was the first to join in.
"Well, Steve, when I was a young girl, back in Korea, my best friend and I used to tickle each other. The idea was to see who could stand it the longest. I usually lost, but it was lots of fun!"
"Have you tried it lately, now that you're all grown up?" Steve asked.
"Well, yes. A little. I still like it."
"How about that dress you're wearing. Does it tickle you just to wear it?"
Carol saw that Nancy was at a loss for words, and moved quickly to deflect Steve's overly pointed query.
"Would it excite you to know that it did?" Carol asked.
"Oh yes, very much. It's one of my favorite fantasies."
Again nobody responded. It seemed to Carol that from the way her guests were exchanging glances they were terribly interested, just too shy to join in. But, before she could think of anything to rescue Steve, Nancy spoke up.
"Well, it does feel really good. Carol insisted that we wear nothing underneath -- oops! Sorry girls, it just slipped out. Anyway, I do like the feeling. But it's not the same as being tickled."
"Nothing underneath? Carol, you naughty girl!" Steve said in mock disapproval.
"I don't know," said Teddi. "To me it does, in a very gentle way. Very delicate. There's really no word for it, but it is like being tickled. A very soft caress.
"The other night I was wearing a gown like this at work, at Carol's club. The air conditioning is on real high in there, and the nylon felt very cool against my bare skin. A couple of times I spotted an attractive young man and each time a chill swept through my body, just like being tickled. It was so strong that I thought I would have to take the dress off. But it felt really good, and I didn't want it to stop."
Teddi flashed a look at Steve that acknowledged their little secret.
"It's not so special just wearing it, like sitting here. It's when you move that it feels really nice. I'd love to go dancing dressed this way, with a man who appreciated it. That would turn us both on!"
Carol almost burst out laughing seeing the dazed look on Steve's face.
"So," she said, "are we saying that the feel of these clothes is especially erotic? How about you, Ginger?"
"I would say yes to that!" Ginger replied eagerly. "I love to wear things that turn me on. I like being sexually aroused out in public, or at parties like this one, places where I can't do much to change what I am feeling."
"Have you ever had an orgasm like that?" Teddi asked.
"Sure, lots of times. Just last night I went to a football game with two of my best friends. We all agreed to wear something tight and stimulating. I was wearing really tight blue jeans, the kind that pull up real tight into your crotch. Well, we were all getting real horny, and during the game we picked out a really cute guy sitting a couple of rows in front of us, and we all just let ourselves go. It was great, whispering things about him, rocking back and forth. We all came. I know I did, several times, and I don't think my friends were faking it."
"Aren't you afraid people will notice?" Lynn asked.
"You have to do it a certain way. Anybody watching us would have seen three girls giggling and acting stupid. You learn to control yourself."
"So it was the tightness of the crotch seam that did it for you?" Carol asked.
"Uh huh."
"Do you think you could do that wearing what you have on now?"
"Not the same way. This outfit baths me with a very sensual feeling. In a way it's frustrating, because it feels good, and looks so sinful, but it's not as tight as jeans. It's more like having my cunt tickled with a soft, fluffy feather."
"Oh, you've tried that?" Steve asked, looking surprised.
"Oh sure. I love it. A very soft feather can keep me on the edge for hours. A stiff one, brushed right on my clit, sends me right through the roof. That tickles me and stimulates me at the same time, enough to come. But I have to be tied down."
"You mean, like bondage?" asked Lynn.
"Oh yes. It's incredibly mind blowing to be bound and played with that way. The sensation is just too agonizing to tolerate without being tied down."
"I like that too," said Teddi. "I like to have the soles of my feet tickled just as I am going to come."
Nancy blushed again, bright crimson. Carol noticed it, and was quietly amused.
"How about you, Lynn?" Steve asked.
"Oh gosh, I'm new to this. Well, I have had silk scarves dragged over my breasts. I wasn't tied down, but now I wish I had been. It tickled a lot."
Carol saw Lynn glance at Ginger, and Ginger's expression hinted at a secret understanding.
"How about the feeling of what you have on now?" Steve asked.
"Well, it feels really good. It's like Ginger said. It feels really good, but it's not strong enough to make me come or anything like that. I wouldn't say it tickles, but it is sort of like that. Like, there isn't really a word for it."
"How about 'sensuous?'" he offered.
"Yeah, that's for sure. Very sensuous," she replied, with just a bit of a giggle.
"You know," Lynn continued in a more serious tone, "there's something else about it that I've noticed. I mean dressing this way. My mom sort of does, and I think she does it 'cause of the way it looks. It makes her feel, well, feminine. I don't mean the feel of it on her skin, but the feeling inside. You know how women like to wear silky underwear and nightgowns? When I see clothes like this I always think it's like wearing lingerie in public. It's a very feminine look, but sexy, not sweet and frilly.
"I've never dressed this way before, but I have thought about it. I like to imagine myself at a party dressed like this and having all the guys there get really turned on by the way I look. I guess that sounds kind'a egotistical, but."
"Well, you're at a party now," said Steve, "and take my word for it, all of the guys here are turned on by the way you look!"
That brought a good round of laughter.
"Steve, I'd like to hear more about the man's point of view," said Ginger. "Like, you say you enjoy looking at women dressed in sexy clothes. How prevalent do you think that is among men? Are most men that way? Would most men consider us more desirable because of how we're dressed this evening?"
"Gee, I don't know."
"Well, I guess you can't act in the role of spokesman for half the human race. But think about your friends, the guys you've known. Do they talk about women's clothes? I tend to think that they notice big tits a lot more than the clothes a woman has on."
"Actually, I've never heard men say much about clothes, except how much it shows off what's underneath. You know, short skirts, tight pants, small bikinis at the beach. Low necklines. All that hoopla about see-through blouses."
"Well, do you think men notice, even if they don't talk about it?"
"Mmmm. Yeah, I'm sure they do. But men don't all feel the same way about sexy clothes. I mean, some guys don't like their women to dress that way. Like maybe it puts too much pressure on them. You know, if they go out, and the girl is all hot and sexy looking, it makes it seem like she's eager to have sex. A lot of guys would prefer their woman to be more restrained, instead of flouting it in public."
"Maybe it's different in private?" suggested Carol.
"I think that's one possibility. Be cool in public, but hot in bed."
"I know a girl," said Ginger, "who liked dressing hot, and it landed her a terrific looking guy. She was real, well, a party person, outgoing and kind of naughty. She used to crack the wildest jokes. Anyway, after they started going steady he kept balking at letting her dress the way she wanted to for parties and stuff, and wanted her to stop telling bawdy jokes."
"Wow, how junk!" said Lynn.
"Yeah. He got her the sexist lingerie you can imagine, but wanted her to behave herself in public. So she dumped him."
"I can think of another possibility almost like that," said Steve. "Instead of liking it in private, but not in public, I think there are guys who just feel intimidated by too sexy a look. A guy like that would notice a sexy women, but would never approach her."
"Well, at least he's not as much of a hypocrite," said Carol, "and he shouldn't have much trouble finding compatible women.
"Getting back to Ginger's question, do you think, when we're talking about men who like women dressed in sexy clothes, are we talking a large percentage? Just some? Or the, what's that saying, the lunatic fringe?"
"Well, I'll go out on a limb and say that a large percentage of men would find that how you're dressed now is a lot more sexy than a mu'u mu'u. A lot more heads would turn if you were walking down Kalakaua at this hour dressed the way you are than in blue jeans. And, there is a lunatic fringe who go blind with lust when they see women dressed the way you are. And I'm one of them."
The women all laughed at that, and Steve blushed. Ginger lifted her glass for a toast.
"To out resident loony, may he remain blinded with lust for many long years."
"Hear hear!"
They all drank a toast to Steve. Carol supposed that it was largely a response to his candor, and was pleased, even excited, at this show of support. As they set down their glasses there was another one of those pregnant pauses. She thought frantically for something to say that would keep them on this subject, but was caught at a loss for words. Her mind was on Ben, but she wasn't comfortable bringing him up with Steve there. Again it was Nancy who made the save.
"You know," said Nancy, "I felt something like Teddi was describing. One day last week, in Carol's store, I was wearing a really slinky gown. It felt really good, all the time, but a couple of times, when I was helping a customer pick out a dress like it, my skin just got super sensitive. Ever movement sent chills all through me, and I got really turned on. I wanted to see the woman wearing the dress, and thought about her wearing it for her lover. Both times the woman was very attractive, and looked really good in the dress. I liked the idea of her feeling what I felt, that kind of constant, sensuous caress. I guess it really is like being tickled, and kind of sexy, but not strong enough for me to be really turned on."
"Well, ladies," said Carol, "there are ways to dress this way and get more stimulation. I sometimes wear some very special things under my clothes that keep me very aroused."
"Ooooo, like what?" Teddi gasped.
"How about I show you?"
Carol was looking right at Steve when she said this, and the look on his face was priceless. He recovered quickly, but for a moment there his jaw nearly hit the tablecloth. She got up and disappeared into her bedroom, returning in less than a minute carrying something shiny and black.
"This is a bra and panties made of latex. See, the crotch of the panties is covered on the inside with these little bristly bumps, and there's even a small dildo molded in. And look, the inside of the bra is also covered with sharp points. There is a tight little recess for each nipple, lined with sharp teeth that grab the nipple tightly around the base. There, can you see it? You can wear these under regular clothes, and believe me, it's almost more than you can bear."
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Lynn.
All of the guests were staring transfixed at what Carol was showing them. All except Ginger, who looked calm and composed. Steve still showed signs of being in shock.
It was Ginger who broke the silence. "Carol. Why don't you model it for us?"
"I second the motion!" said Steve.
Carol smiled, turned and went back to her bedroom without saying a word, delighted that Steve had rebounded so quickly. When she returned she was dressed in her favorite yellow qiana gown. There was no sign of any change except that her expression looked slightly strained.
"Can you tell?"
They all agreed that the bizarre underwear did not show.
"Are you really wearing those things?" Teddi asked.
"Well, see for yourself."
She raised the hem of her dress and sure enough, there were the latex panties. They were cut as a thong, a wide waistband riding high on the hips, with a narrow front that just covered her pussy and came up the backside in a narrow strip that disappeared between the cheeks of her ass.
Then she dropped a shoulder of the gown and exposed the strapless black latex bra. It was surprisingly thin and stretchy, encasing her full breasts in a tight rubber skin that allowed them to jiggle like water balloons. Under the dress it looked almost as if she had no bra on at all.
"I have quite a collection of goodies like these. This is my favorite, but the sensation is very intense. I have some thong bikinis made of leather, with straps that pull up tight into my crotch. That's like what Ginger was describing with her tight jeans, only stronger. Sometimes I just line the inside with beads. That way I can wear it longer. It teases, but it's bearable."
No one said a word. There was an electric feeling in the air, as if everyone wanted something to happen but was afraid to say it. Carol decided to try something really wild to break the ice.
"Nan, come over here."
Nancy put down her napkin, stood up and came to stand next to Carol.
"Here, face your back to the table. Now, bend over and touch your fingers to your knees."
Nancy looked surprised, but did what Carol asked.
"Now Steve, you come over here. Let me have your watch."
Steve came over, not quite hiding a look of intense anticipation, handing his watch to Carol.
"Nan, remember that game you said you used to play? Well, I think we'd all enjoy seeing how long you can stand having your ass tickled."
Nancy closed her eyes, but said nothing. Carol reached out and started to run her long fingernails over the smooth, shiny black nylon covering her ass.
"Ahhh! Ohh! Oooooo! Haaaaa."
Nancy started to quiver, and her yelps quickly turned into genuine laughter. Carol extended her caresses down the backs of her legs, to the hollows behind her knees. Carol's face had an odd expression, and she was breathing hard.
The guests at the table stared in awe. Ginger and Lynn kept exchanging glances, even grinning once or twice as Nancy suffered her torment. Teddi watched as if in a trance.
Then, in full view of everyone, Carol ran her fingers down the crack of Nancy's ass, then further down, pushing the skirt between her legs and tickling her cunt.
"No, please, not there! Oh, oh, I can't stand it there. No more, please!"
Nancy jerked up, wavering slightly, and Steve caught her by the arm. Carol shuddered, and just managed to look at the watch.
"Four minutes and thirty seconds. Not bad. Whew! That was fun. Would one of you like try beat that?"
The other women exchanged glances, but none spoke up. It was Steve who broke the silence.
"I have this fantasy that goes back to when I was much younger, before I even understood what sex is all about. A group of eight girls wearing silky clothes stand in a circle and tickle the ass of the girl in front of them. The first one to fall down loses, and is punished somehow. I know we don't have that many here, but how about we try that?"
"Oh, a tickling daisy chain. What a neat idea!" said Ginger.
"Steve, do you want to join in, or watch?" asked Carol.
"Hmmm, I was thinking I would like to watch. Perhaps I could administer the punishment."
"And what might that be?" asked Ginger.
Steve looked at Carol, a slight grin on his face.
"A good old fashioned spanking!"
"Ah, good choice!" Carol said. "Yes, the loser will be bound naked and spanked. But not by Steve. By the winners."
"Oh yes, let's do it!" exclaimed Teddi.
"I might just lose on purpose!" said Ginger, getting up from the table.
"If you don't mind, I'll watch with Steve. This underwear is driving me crazy enough as it is."
Teddi and Lynn followed Ginger over to join Carol and Nancy. Steve arranged them with their left shoulders almost touching. Lynn would be tickled by Nancy, Nancy by Ginger, Ginger by Teddi, and Teddi by Lynn.
"With six or more your target would be right in front of you. I'm afraid you'll have to reach around a bit. OK. The rules are, don't move your feet, no pinching or shoving, and you must confine yourself to your neighbor's derrière. Ready, begin!"
It was a hysterical sight. At first there was lots of giggling and laughter, the sound of a group of women having fun. But soon the sounds became more sensual, with lots of moans and yelps. All four women were twisting and jerking, making the shiny nylon that covered their bodies jiggle and flutter, sending sparkling waves rippling over their bodies. They all looked as if they were in agony, but they kept at it, apparently not wanting to be the one to endure what was to follow, hoping for a chance at meting out the punishment to one of the others.
Steve went and stood behind Carol. His face beamed in delight at seeing his old fantasy acted out. She smiled at him, pleased to see that he was enjoying himself. Then another shudder shook her body. Steve noticed it, and reached down and grasped the waist of her panties through the thin nylon gown. He yanked up on it, and she moaned and her head jerked back. She reached back and started to run her nails over his crotch, seeking out the tip of his bulging cock.
The game went on for over five minutes. Steve continued to tug at Carol's panties, and her body trembled and shook the whole time. He wasn't sure, but he thought Carol even came once or twice. She stroked his cock just hard enough to keep him on edge, but not hard enough to let him come.
Finally the end came. It was Lynn who fell first, completely exhausted and out of breath. The others collapsed on the carpet next to her. Four beautiful young women, who had looked so elegant, reduced to a pile of panting, sweaty bodies, like a clump of wildflowers trampled by a game of football in the park. Carol and Steve stopped playing with each other and went to administer to their guests.
"Oh, that was incredible," moaned Teddi.
"I really thought I was going to die," said Nancy.
"So did I," said Teddi. "Lynn, I really thought I was going to loose. You are very good at this. Have we been hustled?"
"No," Lynn groaned, just getting her breath back. "Nancy was driving me totally insane. I knew that the only hope for me was to tickle you as much as I could. It sort of took my mind off of what Nancy was doing. But not enough, I guess."
"Those pants made it too easy," Nancy offered.
"How is that?" Ginger asked.
"I could get in between her legs so easily. It seemed like she jumped around most when I ran my nails right where her legs join her crotch. You know, that crease where a bathing suit kind of grabs you?"
"Tell me about it," said Lynn. Everyplace you touched tickled a lot, but that was the worst. Teddi, how about you?"
"My thighs, and behind my knees. I kept thinking about what Steve said, about how the dress might tickle all over. It really did. It would probably tickle more to touch bare skin, but the dress made felt so good all over. When I bent over my nipples were just touching the front of my dress, and every movement made them slid over the fabric. Unbearably. I really like this dress!"
While the girls were swapping stories Carol and Steve had slipped out of the room. They all looked up when they returned to see Carol carrying a pile of leather straps, followed by Steve with several hanks of rope.
"OK team, it's time for round two," Carol said. "Lynn, front and center!"
The others all got up and stood in a circle to watch Carol preparing Lynn. Steve got up on a chair and hooked a rope onto an eye bolt set into the exposed ceiling beams.
Lynn slipped off her slinky blue pants and top. All she had on underneath was her mother's tiny g-string, just thin pieces of elastic around her waist and up her ass, and a narrow patch of shear nylon over her cunt.
"Ah, someone who knows how to enjoy that outfit! I thought you said you were new to this."
"Ginger taught me to wear it that way," Lynn replied, her voice soft and demure as she tossed her panties on top of the pile.
"Here, put your feet through these loops."
Carol guided Lynn's ankles into the loops of rope attached to each end of the spreader bar, then adjusted the bar so that it held her legs wide apart.
Carol dug around in the pile of leather and pulled out a pair of wrist cuffs, which she slipped on Lynn's wrists. The cuffs were made of soft leather and laced up like boxing gloves. Each cuff had a brass ring, which Carol clipped to the rope that Steve had hung. She pulled the rope tight, drawing Lynn's arms up over her head.
Carol unraveled the pile of leather straps and began laying them out over Lynn's body. As she worked the straps were quickly transformed from a shapeless pile of leather to a menacing tool designed solely for the purpose of inducing intense sensual feelings.
A strap passed over each shoulder, each end connecting to a large, sturdy brass ring, one in front, between her breasts, and one in back. A pair of thinner straps went from the front ring across each breast, coming together under her armpit to make one strap that continued around to the ring in back. The two straps over each breast were arranged so that one went underneath and the other over the top, squeezing Lynn's breasts so that they bulged. A wide strap went down from the ring in front and split into two very narrow straps at her waist, which ran between her legs. They met behind at her waist, joining again into a wide strap which went up to the ring in back. All of the straps were actually in two parts, with buckles to adjust their length. When Carol cinched up the bottom part the two narrow straps ran along each side of Lynn's cunt, still bare as a cue ball, making it bulge out in a pout. Lynn bent her head over to look down and see what was being done to her, but remained silent.
There were more straps in the pile, and Carol selected one that was about half an inch wide, its surface embellished with a tooled floral pattern, and with jagged edges that looked like they had been made with pinking sheers. Each end had a metal clip on it which fastened onto a ring sewn onto the large strap that came down in front and back, just above the point where it split in two. As she pulled it tight between Lynn's legs, the tooled side facing inward, she tugged at the outer lips of her cunt, letting the strap dig up inside.
"Ahh! Oh, owe! That hurts!"
"It's supposed to," Carol said calmly. "In a minute you'll appreciate how it rubs your clit."
"Didn't I hear you say 'naked?' Lynn complained.
"Teddi, since you had to endure Lynn tickling your ass, I think it's only fair that you go first."
Carol handed Teddi a paddle, slightly larger than a ping pong paddle, made of smooth, varnished wood. Teddi accepted it, but looked apprehensive.
"Each of you will get forty swats. Be very careful not to angle the paddle or you'll hit her with the edge, and only hit her on the cheeks of her ass. The idea is to make it sting, not to damage her. Start easily and work up to it. Oh yes. Go slow. About five seconds between swats. Give each one time to sink in."
"Yes, if I may, don't hit her with all you've got," said Ginger. "That paddle is a good one, broad and thin. Some people use a paddle that's more like a club, which can cause serious internal injury. Be playful, not brutal."
Teddi walked over to the left side of Lynn, her pleated skirt swirling around her legs. Then she paused, looking unsure of herself.
"You know, I've never done anything like this before!"
She lined up the paddle with Lynn's ass, drew it back, and gave her a gentle smack.
"Yeow! Oh, please, not so hard!"
"That's good, Teddi," Carol said soothingly. "A few more times like that."
Teddi pulled back and smacked Lynn's ass again, then several more times in quick succession.
"Ah, ah, oh please!"
"Slow down. Don't rush. Now hit her harder!"
SMACK!
"Ahhhhh!"
"Good, that's it. Make her suffer for what she did to you, and for giving in so easily."
SMACK!
"Oh yes. You see the way her butt quivers when you hit it like that?"
SMACK!
"Yeow! Oh, oh!"
Teddi's expression had changed markedly, her uncertainty giving way to a look of intense fascination. Every time she swung her arm her whole body twisted, causing the soft, shiny pleated skirt to swirl and dance around her legs and the matching top to dance over her breasts. Ginger stared at this dazzling sight in unbroken rapture.
The spanking continued, Teddi taking her time, making each swat count. Lynn's entire body quivered with each blow. Her yelps of pain grew into genuine screams. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, and beads of perspiration started to run down her face.
"Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty. OK, Teddi. Good job!"
Teddi handed the paddle to Carol and walked over to stand next to Nancy. Ginger's gaze followed her across the room. Lynn collapsed as much as she could, breathing hard and moaning. Her ass was bright red.
"Ginger, you go next. I know Lynn is your friend, and you may want to go easy on her. I want you to think about that strap between her legs, digging into the lips of her cunt. By now it's very sore. That strap is also pulling up hard against her clit, and if you spank her good and hard she might just come. Let's see if she will."
Ginger took the paddle and went to work, showing no signs of holding back. Each swing of the paddle produced a resounding crack, making Lynn's body tremble. The screams and moans became continuous. It was impossible to tell from her expression if she was suffering intense pain or pleasure.
Ginger's black pants glistened as they rippled over calves with each stroke, the heavy nylon swaying to and fro as each swat smacked Lynn's bright red ass.
Carol happened to glance around at her guests, and saw that Nancy had moved over so that she was standing behind Teddi. Her right arm was at a funny angle, and she looked oddly distracted. Then Carol noticed that the hem of Nancy's gown was moving a lot, swirling around and rising up and down slightly. She guessed that Nancy was fondling herself, taking advantage of the high slit up the front of her skirt to get her hand between her legs. She quickly looked away, hoping that Nancy hadn't noticed her watching.
Around the thirtieth swat Lynn's body started to shake even more violently, continuing unbroken even between swats. Just after Ginger's last swat Lynn let out a piercing scream, and her body shook with the most unbelievable intensity. It continued for almost a minute as the others watched in complete fascination.
Carol waited for the eruption to die down. Lynn's cries gradually subsided, but she continued to shudder every few seconds, sometimes moaning in accompaniment.
"And now, Nancy, it's your turn. I want you to give her all she can possibly endure, and more. And, to help you, I think it's time to add a little something."
Carol stepped over and stood in front of her young, beautiful victim. Lynn looked up, still gasping, and spoke in a voice so soft it was little more than a whisper.
"No more! Please. This is agony. Really, I can't take it any more."
"Oh, but you can. And you will. This will be a night you'll always remember."
"Oh, please. My cunt. Take off that strap, it hurts so much! Please!"
"On the contrary. I am going to torture your nipples with these, then Nan is going to spank you even harder than Ginger did."
Carol reached out and clipped a shiny metal clamp onto Lynn's left nipple. The strange looking device had a thumbscrew that Carol turned until the nipple bulged out around the tips of the clamp.
Lynn threw her head back and moaned.
Carol attached another clamp to Lynn's other nipple, and once it was adjusted she hooked little lead weights, hung on short, delicate chains, to each clamp. Lynn's breasts, already squeezed tightly by the leather harness, now sagged down at the tips, the weights stretching the tips out into sharp points.
"No, no, take those off! It hurts, it hurts, oh please!"
"Go ahead, Nan. Maybe she'll come again."
Nancy went to work with the paddle. Her eyes glistened with unabashed delight as she flayed the beautiful young woman hanging helplessly in front of her. Her dress swirled around her body as if she were a May pole, the black nylon jersey sparkling as it caught the light. Her nipples were fully erect, poking out so taunt against the thin black fabric that it looked as though they might burst through. After a few strokes the right strap of her gown fell off her shoulder, causing the front of her gown to slip down so that her nipple peeked out over the top. The lace that lined the top of the gown began to rub against it, and she made no attempt to fix it.
Nancy was not even half way done when Lynn again started to tremble violently. There was no doubt about it this time, she was in the midst of a world class sexual frenzy. But this time her tormentor was swept into the fray, shaking and moaning even as she struck blow after blow. The two of them seemed somehow to be joined in a mystical bond of copulation. Nancy's shaking grew so intense that she had trouble finishing her allotted number of swings, and as soon as she finished she collapsed on the floor, quivering, holding onto Lynn's right leg.
Lynn continued to tremble and moan, twitching and shuddering more violently every few seconds. Carol watched in fascination, leaving the two women to themselves for a moment. Then, to her surprise, Nancy straightened up on her knees, unclipped the strap that ran between Lynn's legs, and gently pulled it out of her cunt. Then she leaned over and kissed Lynn's cunt, her jaw moving in a way that could only mean she was tonguing Lynn's clit.
Lynn let out a scream and started to shake her head back and forth. No coherent words came out, just shrieks of agony. Then her whole body started to shake violently again, and she passed out.
Carol had to pull Nancy away from the poor girl's cunt. Teddi rushed over and helped Nancy to the sofa, where she sat dazed. Carol quickly released the straps of the harness, and with Steve's help they let Lynn down and carried her to the bedroom. There they laid her out face down on the bed, just as she regained consciousness.
Carol took a jar of cream from her dresser and started to rub it over Lynn's bright red ass. Steve watched for a moment, then left to rejoin the party, closing the bedroom door behind him.