It took me most of the next two days to recover, and cable man left me alone, so I hung around the house naked and looked at my wounds. The whipping was not too bad and the red patches were all going down by the end of the day. I guess they knew what they were doing. I had read of women being marked for weeks but maybe that leather cat was designed to sting and not mark.

The next day I got my instructions about the underwear party. The guests would come part way through the morning. Some buffet lunch would be delivered earlier for me to put in the fridge. It seemed that this guy thought of everything. I didn’t know how many women were coming, I guess he just thought I would have to deal with whatever turned up. I was told to wear a simple dress with nothing underneath because I would be taking it off to model underwear.

The food was delivered on time and I noticed that there were a couple of bottles of white wine as well. I put them to chill and presumed that the idea was to get some of these women a bit drunk and uninhibited so that they were more likely to do something interesting on camera, not that they knew that there were cameras anywhere. I thought I’d better be a bit careful, they were bound to come by car and I didn't want them driving off in a dangerous drunken state, maybe it was best to have the lunch early so that they could have some time to let any alcohol wear off.

I needn't have worried, they all turned up in a limmo that apparently had collected each of them from their homes. They could obviously be taken back in whatever state they happened to be in. I welcomed them in and tried to remember their names. There was a shy slight blond called Sue, a young woman with flaming red hair called Mary, a brunette about my age, Joan, and an older woman, Ann. They were all quite attractive, though Sue seemed so shy that she didn't project herself much. Ann, the older one seemed to have appointed herself spokeswoman and they had obviously been talking in the car. They were more ready for me that I was for them. I served the coffee that I had already brewed and tried to think how to break through the nervous silence. Ann saved me the trouble.

'We understand that you are going to model the underwear for us but we can pick out what we want you to wear. Is that right?' I nodded.

'So you are not going to try to sell us any particular stuff?'

'No, you can look at what you like, you don't have to buy anything at all, you can try it on yourself if you want. You all seem about my size.'

Ann smiled.

'We talked in the car and decided that we'd like to see you modelling before we start showing ourselves off. Lets see what it looks like on you, it may all be rubbish, none of us have been to one of these parties before'

'No-one ever asked me,' said Mary with a twinkle in her eye 'I'd have come if they had.'

'There are two ways you can chose' I said, 'either I show you the garments and you decide what I will wear or you can look at the pictures and choose from that. Do you want to take it in turns to decide who chooses or are you going to vote?' I was nervous, any second now my dress was coming off in front of these women. I bet they were not sure if I was going to strip in front of them or if I was going to take the garments off somewhere and come back with them on. Joan broke the ice by standing up and starting to pick up some of the things that were laid out on the table, she turned around with a beautiful quite transparent slip, she held it up to herself and said

'What do you think girls, will this do for a start?' There were some giggles and nods and she handed me the garment. This had to go on over the head, there was no way that I was going to get it on by pulling it up from the bottom with my dress in place. It was now or never. I took a deep breath and took my dress off. There was a moment when my dress was covering my head and my arms were up in the air so that they could see me completely naked and I could not see them. I took my time over that bit. If they were going to be shocked then it could get off their faces by the time I could see them again. When I did look at them they were all smiling at me and the tension had gone. I took the slip and dropped it over my head and wriggled a bit as it fell into place. It looked really good, though I say it myself. I twirled around so they could see it from all angles and then just to be provocative I whipped it off again and put it back on the table. I made no effort to pick up my dress.

'Next' I said and I knew I had called their bluff. Even though I was naked, I was calling the shots, at least for the moment. After that we got into a routine, one of them picked something for me to wear and on it went and I twirled around and strutted to and fro while the next person looked for the next thing to wear. After about an hour of that we had got through most of the normal looking stuff and they were wanting to see some things twice because they were obviously getting interested. They had got used to me being nude and some of the time we were just chatting as the next person was trying to make a choice. It was beginning to seem natural that I wasn’t wearing a stitch. I thought it was time to raise the pace. After a really good looking choice from the red head I said

'I bet that would look good on you.' I picked the redhead because she seemed the most turned on by the whole party and might be up for being the first to get her clothes off.

'You mean me try it on?' she said. The others were all there with a chorus of yes go on, go for it and I could see she was getting there.

'You could change in the other room' I said as a way of trying to get her to move. Ann the older one spoke up.

'I think you should get changed here' she said. 'I'll help you if you're shy and started to strip herself. 'I'm going to try this on' she said picking up a leather halter top that was pretty skimpy. She was naked to the waist in a couple of seconds and Mary said,

'Oh all right' and turned to the shy little blond, 'unzip me Sue' The little blond was still looking embarrassed but managed to pull Mary's zip down just as Ann took off her skirt and knickers and said,

'What goes with this?'

'The leather hot pants,' they all said together and then burst out laughing. By then Mary was naked and enjoying the sudden freedom. We had three naked women, well three naked bums, in the room. I hoped the 'audience’ was enjoying it. Mary got into the thing she had her eye on and Ann found the leather hot pants and looked terrific. That broke the ice a bit more. The other Joan and Sue were now a bit envious of the two who were dressed up in sexy gear. I thought I would raise the pressure a bit.

'Why don't we have lunch now? Its all ready, just a buffet and some wine, you enjoy how you look in those for a moment and I'll get the food.' I walked quickly out of the room into the kitchen, still completely naked of course and grabbed the trays and plates that I had laid out earlier. Then I slowed down. Why not let them enjoy their own company for a moment and see what happened. I took the wine out of the fridge and popped the cork, poured five glasses and put the other bottle on the tray, it wasn't Champagne but it was nice fizzy white wine so it had a party air to it. I picked up the two trays and walked back into the room. Ann who was still in leather was holding up the wrist cuffs,

'We think you should try these after lunch.' What had they been plotting? I could play them at their own game, there was no way they were likely to put me through what the electricians had done. I picked up the cuffs, separated them, and put them on and then did the same with the ankle cuffs. I had taken the tag off my collar, there was a limit to the humiliation I was going to go through the first time I met these women.

'I think it suits me don't you?' That had them for a moment because although I looked like a slave girl there was an aura about me in that kit and it gave me a weird kind of authority. I served the drinks and let them select their food. I felt good in the slave outfit, it had turned me on the first time I had got into it and it was just the same now. There was something about it, it made me the sluttiest woman in the room but there was a sort of dignity in being a naked slave as well. I felt as though everyone could see what I was and that was that. I guess some of it was coming across to them as well, I could see an interesting look in Ann’s eyes and I was a bit worried that she was still in the leather. My worst fears were confirmed when she picked up the riding crop and swished it a bit, she looked at me and grinned and just walked around me and whacked my ass.

The others all jumped at the sound and one said

‘Ann just because you are wearing leather you don’t have to go wild.’

I grinned back,

‘I’ve had worse than that’ I said as I watched Ann take aim at the other cheek. I stuck my rear out and she hit it firmly with another whack. I stung a bit but it was fun to see their faces.

‘Anyone else want a go,’ I said in a moment of boldness

‘Or anyone else want a whipping?’ said Ann and it was my turn to be surprised.

‘There’s another set of cuffs in the box, does anyone want to keep this slave company?’ Ann was really getting into role, the leather was obviously having some effect and she went on,

‘Do you think these boots are my size?’ Gee if she gets those on there will be no stopping her I thought. She started to put them on and I noticed shy Sue picking up one of the cuffs, there was something in her eyes and I could see that she really wanted to put them on. But then she put it down again quickly as if she had been caught doing something naughty. I was going to help her with them but I thought I’d bide my time, she obviously wasn’t ready yet. I filled her wine glass instead.

The other two were helping Ann with the boots with great hilarity. It took some doing but she got into them and they were her size. They came tight up her thighs and just left a band of bare flesh below the leather hot pants that really hugged her. It made the most of her figure and the halter top looked great. It just covered enough so that it really made you think about what was left. It was more seductive than if she had been naked. It had a transforming effect on Ann, gave her great authority. I began to wonder if she was some professional dominant who had been planted by cable man to do all sorts of things to us, but there again it could just be that she had always had fantasies about this sort of thing and the wine and the clothes were having an effect. I guess there was no way that I was going to find out but I felt sure I was going to feel that whip again before we were done.

Next it was Mary’s turn to get kinky, she had found one of those outfits that is all leather straps that fit round your boobs and shows them off without covering anything that matters. There were some nice straps that made the pants part of it as well so that her buns and pussy were nicely framed in leather. I did think that maybe she should have the cuffs as well but I secretly wanted to keep those for Sue. I gave Mary a collar to go with it and it set it all off nicely. I thought I’d get daring and added a lead to the collar and she giggled as I led her around the room. The others applauded. Ann watched carefully and then said,

‘I have to pee, I need a slave to help me out of these pants,’ and picked up Mary’s lead and led her off to the bathroom. There was a moment of silence as I stood there with the only two fully clothed women, none of us sure what to do next.

‘I think they will be gone for a little while’ said Joan ‘could you two help me into this corset, I’ve always wanted to try one but I think it’s a two person job.’

She picked up a beautiful Voller black silk job made of one of those Japanese fabrics where the black is shot with a couple of other colours so that it flashed green at some angles and red at others.

‘It would probably suit Mary better with her hair’ she said as she held it against herself.

‘Do you want it on top of your dress?’ I asked, still not sure how far she wanted to go. She looked at me and took a deep breath but just as she was going to say something there was a giggle behind her and shy Sue had whipped her zip down. Joan looked a bit startled but just shucked off the dress and said

‘Thank you Sue’ She turned around taking her bra off as she did and pulled Sue to her feet.

‘Do you know how to lace one of these?’ Sue looked flustered

‘OK you tell me if I am holding the front right and the nice slave behind me can lace it up.’ Sue, now the only one still dressed was standing in front of Joan. Joan wrapped the corset around herself and held out the two sides of the front fastening to Sue.

‘Do it up please.’ I could see that Sue was trembling at being so close to another woman. I wondered how much it had taken to get up the nerve to come. She gingerly took hold of the two sides and brought the fastening together. It’s not easy to do for the first time and you risk sticking the fastening into the wearer or pinching their flesh. It was an ordeal for her, but Joan had obviously decided to get her into the party, she stood with her arms raised over her head so Sue had to do it up with no help. I just kept the back and sides against Joan’s body as Sue got used to what she was doing and eventually got it all fastened. I started working the laces to tighten the corset on Joan. I could see Sue stepping back and looking at the sight in front of her. It was obvious that she wanted to get into the party, that she needed to be wearing something other than that dress. I kept lacing Joan tighter and tighter. The corset had a quarter cup so Joan’s tits were supported on it but pushed up as her waist was pulled in. By the time I had narrowed her waist her tits looked fantastic with her nipples protruding above the shimmering silk.

She turned around in front of the mirror.

‘Black stockings, I think. With or without knickers?’ She looked at me with one eyebrow raised and then at Sue.

‘Are you wearing knickers under that dress Sue?’ There was a whispered ‘no’

‘I think its no knickers’ I said, handing her a pair of stockings. She carefully smoothed them into place.

‘Help me with the suspenders Sue.’ I could see Sue still trembling but it was what she needed to get her into it. She was very careful at first, trying to avoid touching Joan’s leg as she pulled the suspender down to the stocking, but she couldn’t help herself.

‘You’ll have to take my panties off Sue.’

I could feel Sue’s breathing change and her fingers had a fine tremor as she took hold of the top of Joan’s...