Lynn was surprised to find herself laying down. She seemed to be naked, and someone was rubbing her ass.
A searing pain covered her ass, a hot, burning sensation. Her breasts throbbed. Her cunt ached. And her arms. Gradually her mind cleared and she remembered the spanking, the harness, and the tickling game that preceded it.
She opened her eyes just enough to see Carol sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. A delicate, soothing coolness was spreading over her ass. She closed her eyes, too tired to do anything more.
"Lynn, are you awake?"
"Uh."
"This cream contains a mild anesthetic that will take away most of the sting. It takes a few minutes to work, but before long you should be able to sit down again. I'll give you some to take with you."
"Thunts."
"What's that?"
"Thank you. It's starting to feel better already."
When the rubbing on her ass stopped, Lynn opened her eyes just enough to see Carol walk over to her dresser and open a wooden chest. Carol's body momentarily blocked her view, but when she heard her call softly to Steve she saw her hand him something metallic and shiny, like a piece of jewelry.
"Put this on!" Carol whispered, her tone very firm. As she spoke she rummaged through one of the dresser drawers, and handed him something else.
"This too, after that," she ordered in the same firm tone.
Lynn had no idea what had transpired, and was too weary to care. She barely noticed Steve disappear into the bathroom as Carol sat down beside her.
"I hope you're not angry with me."
"Oh no, Carol!"
Lynn lifted her head and propped it on her arm, looking at Carol sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.
"I'm not angry. That was an incredible experience. I don't know how to describe it. Painful, yes, but so erotic. I've dreamt of things like that but have never had the chance to try it."
Lynn noted her lack of truthfulness, but she was unwilling to divulge what had just happened to her two days ago. That had been her first exposure to out-of-the-ordinary sex. The difference was that tonight she was restrained, tied up, unable to make it stop. She was sure that she would have enjoyed what happened Friday even more if she had been tied up like she had been tonight.
"Then you did get off on it?"
"Oh wow, yes! What a trip! That harness is the sexiest thing I've ever felt. Incredibly intense. The worst part was that strap between my legs. I thought it was going to split me in two."
"Yes, that's the feeling. How was the spanking?"
"At first it just hurt. It stung a lot. But then I got so turned on. That strap did rub my clit, like you said, and it started to feel so good. Really weird! After awhile, every time they hit me a little explosion shot from by clit. The spanking hurt, and I wanted it to stop, but it also felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. I know that sounds crazy, but that's how it felt."
As Lynn spoke she found herself noticing the dress Carol had on. Carol's thigh was inches from her face, and she felt an irresistible urge to reach out and touch it.
"Are you still wearing that rubber underwear?"
"Yes."
"What's it like?"
"Well, it's very much like what you just felt with the harness, only a bit less powerful. Constant stimulation of all of the best erogenous zones. Right at first it can be excruciating, which makes it good for sex play when you want to torment a female. After a little while, when I get good and wet, it kind of gets squishy inside. In a nice sort of way. I came once, a little, during the tickling contest. I would have again watching you being spanked, except that I was so busy telling the others what to do."
Lynn reached out and started brushing her fingertips over the creamy yellow nylon that covered Carol's left thigh. She thought of her mother's black dress and how good it had felt against her naked skin. She was curious if her mother felt as aroused by it as she did. Or her father. She wondered if she would ever know.
"Does Steve mind that you wear it?"
"It excites him to see me wearing it. Rather, it excites him to know I have it on, as there's not much to see. He especially likes to take me out to dinner, or dancing, with me wearing something like this. He loves to dance with me, slow dances, holding me tight, dancing until I have an orgasm right there on the dance floor."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful. I'd give anything to meet a guy like that, and to do wicked, naughty things like that."
"I have a catalog I'll be glad to loan you that sells some. You can make your own, too."
"Out of rubber? How?"
"No, using leather. Or a stretchy spandex bathing suit. Even a leotard. Just get a hot glue gun and experiment with sticking odd shaped things inside. I once found a doggy toy that worked great, a rubber ball covered with sharp little points. I just cut out pieces and glued them around the inside of a tight fitting bra. Sex toy catalogs are full of rubber dildos, and they're cheap. Glue one onto the crotch of a bathing suit bottom, a size smaller than you normally wear, and go from there. And it's a lot cheaper than buying it from a sex store."
"Your dress feels very nice, said Lynn. "I've just discovered what a joy it is to wear fabric like this. Wearing that pants outfit you sold me really turns me on."
"I'm glad you like it. You look so sexy in it. The men aren't going to give you a moment's peace when you dress in that."
"I hope so."
They both laughed at that.
"Really Lynn, it's the same thing. The slinky fabric is arousing. It rubs against the nerve endings in your skin a special way, one that gets your sexual juices flowing. This underwear I have on, or that harness, do the same thing in a slightly different way. Of course, those can stimulate you enough all by themselves to allow you to come."
"This fabric is so smooth. And thin."
"Yes, its quite different from what your outfit is made from. Have you ever worn a dress like this?"
"Nope," Lynn replied, again not quit truthfully.
"Oh, you must. The feeling is so delicate. When you're out in public you feel absolutely naked. Better than naked, because it caresses you all over, all the time. Steve is really into tickling girls, and is crazy about the idea that a dress like this might tickle a girl constantly."
"Yes, I gathered that from the conversation during dinner. And the game."
"There's nothing he likes more than to tie a girl up and torture her with tickling."
"Oh my. Isn't that cruel?"
"It can be if it's not handled right. What happened to you out there just now would be considered cruel by some people."
"I see what you mean. Maybe torture's the wrong word."
"Well, it is. It's not like he's trying to get them to tell him some secret. Or punish them. But he likes to watch them suffer. He's told me that it's their agony that really turns him on."
"Does he do it to you?"
"We've tried it a few times, but real, genuine tickling really turns me off. It's not sexy to me at all. But I have started to enjoy watching. Like tonight. That was very erotic."
"Let me guess. You like to be spanked."
"Bingo. Just like what you went through. After a session like that I'm as turned on as any woman can be."
"I guess I like both. I'm still very horny."
"Really?" Carol said, looking thoughtful "I was thinking, how would you like to take a turn at spanking one of the others? Turn about is fair play, after all."
"Mmmm. Yes, I'd like that. And Ginger is the one I want. She owes me that much."
"Good. Feeling up to it?"
"Gosh, yes. That cream seems to have done its job."
"Let me see if I have a dress like this in your size. I don't know if I do. Five?"
"Usually. Or a seven."
"Here, try this on."
Carol handed her a simple long dress made of the same fluid nylon as the one she had on. It was a deep shade of blue, almost the same as her pants outfit. It felt wonderfully sexy as it slid down over her shoulders, cold and slinky, almost wet. It was a simple tube of fabric with a matching drawstring forming the shoulder straps. The dress hung from the draw string in front and back rather like a curtain, except that the draw string hung in a soft arch between her shoulders. She noticed at once how soft and delicate it felt. It couldn't have weighed more than a few ounces.
"It looks great on you. Especially with your black hair and fair complexion. You can have it if you like. I'll certainly never get into it!"
"Oh, it's wonderful! Yes, I love it. It does feel so good. So different from the pants. Similar, but much softer. Say, do you have any more of those panties?"
Carol looked surprised, then quickly broke into a smile.
"Why yes, dear, of course. Not quite the same, but it should do the job. Hmmm, let me see. Ah! This should do. Let me help you get it on. See. It's a rubber thong. I know it looks small, but it's very stretchy."
Carol held out a caricature of a pair of panties, small enough to fit a largish doll. The waist and most of the crotch were nothing more than large black rubber bands, slightly oval in cross section. At the bottom of the crotch there was a large lump. Lynn could see that the crotch strap actually passed through it, so that it could be slipped back and forth.
Lynn looked more closely at the lump and saw that the sides were V-shaped and covered with a series of ridges and bumps. Instead of coming to a point, the tip of the V was recessed slightly, and covered with tiny, short rubber bristles.
"My word! Does that thing do what I think it does?"
"It sits on top of your vagina and rubs your clit. See, these ridges on the outside rub against your lips, and your clit rubs inside this grove. The shape of the thing pushes your clit out of its hood. Here, let me coat it with some jelly. Otherwise, if you get too dry it hurts like hell."
Lynn stepped into the tiny thing, and together they worked it up her legs. It was very tight, but stretchy enough so that it didn't actually hurt once it was on. The sides of the waist arched up high over her hips, pulling the lump hard against her cunt.
"Now, let me get it lined up. I hope I don't pinch you. Lucky for us you shave down there."
"Ah! Oh, I think that's it!"
"Almost. Just a bit higher. There. It needs to pull up high there or it will work down and not push against your clit."
"Oh my! I'm not sure I can do this. Oh, it's very strong, isn't it?"
"Now you know what I've been feeling for the past two hours!"
Lynn let go of the hem of her dress, letting it fall in a cascade of sparkling blue around her legs. There wasn't a trace of the wicked thing visible even under the qiana gown.
"Well, Lynn, shall we go and get even?"
"You bet!"