HIRED HELP
Chapter 1


"So, Miss Brooks, why are you applying for this job?"
Jennifer looked down at her hands when she replied.  "Mister Hane...I
think that I would be very good at this job."
He stared at her, and Jennifer met his gaze for a moment, before
looking away again.  "Did you understand all of the requirements that
I have for this position?"

Jennifer fidgeted with the sleeve on her blouse.  "I think so.  You
are looking for a maid to work in your household.  To cook and clean
and that sort of thing."

There was a short silence.  "Is that it?"

Jennifer swallowed hard.  "W...what do you mean?"

Mister Hane sighed.  "If you had not figured that out from my letter,
I think that we should end this interview now."

"No!  Please!"  Jennifer said, raising her voice for the first time.
"I really need this job!  It's the only one with a decent enough
salary..."

"So it's just the money you want."

Jennifer's chin quivered as she spoke.  "What else do you want from
me?"  she said, looking him in the eye.  "Does it have something to
do with that little notecard you put in the envelope?"  She saw him
nod slightly.  "I really haven't been out on my own very long.  If
you could just explain it to me, maybe I could understand it."

Mister Hane sat in thought.  He slid his chair back away from the
desk and stood up.  "You've put me into an uncomfortable situation,"
he said.

"Please, Richard," she said, using his first name, "give me a chance."
Richard Hane looked her over closely.  She was a young woman, probably
no more than twenty one years of age.  She had medium length curly brown
hair that framed a soft, round face.  Two green eyes looked out from it,
meeting his eyes briefly before darting away.  She wore a pretty pink
stitched white blouse with a light brown skirt.  Her matching shoes had
inch long square heels, and her feet were twitching, nervously.

"If you are indeed serious about this..."

"I am!"  she said.

"I should tell you that there is a reason for the high salary that I am
offering.  I am looking for something more than just a housekeeper.  I am
looking for someone to do more...personal services."
"What?"  Jennifer said, confused.  "What kind of personal services?"  After
a few seconds, another thought crossed her mind.  "I'm not a hooker!"  she
said.

"I never accused you of that," he said, as he walked over to her.  "If I
allowed you to take the job, when could you start?"

"Right away!"  she said.

A slight smile came across his face.  "What if I said that I would like you
to start immediately.  Right now."

She looked up at him.  "But my things are still at my apartment..."  Richard
did not say anything.  "I...guess that I don't really have much there, come
to think about it.  Except my clothes..."

"That will be taken care of."  Richard gestured for her to get up.  "I have
a contract ready for you to sign."

"A contract?"  she said, as she stood up.  A smile was forming on her face.
"You're going to give me the job?"

"If you want it, after I explain a few things."  He went over to his desk
and took out several papers from a drawer.  "You can read the contract
first, of course, before signing anything."

Jennifer started to read, then shook her head.  "This is gibberish.  It
looks like a lawyer wrote it.  Can you just explain it to me?"

"Certainly.  Pages one and two describe the length and terms of service,
and the compensation.  In essence, the length of time is one year.  The
payment is $150,000, payable in full at the end of the time.  During this
time, all of your expenses will be covered and room and board will be
provided.  Should you choose to break the contract, the payment will be
greatly diminished, only $2000 per month worked.  However, should I dismiss
you early, without you breaking any of the conditions of the contract, you
are entitled $12,500 per month worked.  Oh, this position is considered to
be a salaried position."

"One hundred fifty..."  she said in a low voice.

"Pages three and four describe the duties that are to be expected of you.
Failure to perform these duties is grounds for your dismissal, with the
lower compensation being given to you."

"What are the duties?"  Jennifer asked.

"They include all of the typical duties of a housekeeper.  Cooking, cleaning,
making the beds, and the like.  You will be considered to be on duty 24 hours
a day, seven days a week, though of course you will be given time to
yourself.  Additionally, there is a dress code associated with this position,
and the uniforms will be provided."

"Dress code?  That doesn't sound like a big deal.  Where do I sign?"

"Right here," he said, handing her a pen.

She signed the four sheets of paper without reading any more of it.  "I will
make copies of this for both of us," he said, as he put the papers back into
his desk.  "Let me show you to your room."

There was a stairway up to the second floor, but Richard led her to a
doorway that was on the first floor.  As he followed him, he had a chance
to examine his walking profile.  He seemed to be in good physical shape,
and she decided that he had a very cute butt.  "This will be your room,"
he said.  "Your first assignment is inside.  You will find a tape measure
and a sheet of paper.  Please measure yourself as indicated on the sheet,
so that we can have your uniforms made up.  After that, you can have the
rest of the day off to yourself.  Just report back here first thing tomorrow
morning.  Oh," he said, opening up another drawer of his desk.  "Here is a
five hundred dollar advance on your salary."

Jennifer took the offered money, with a bit of disbelief in her eyes.
"Really?"  she said.

"Really," he replied.  "Just be back here at nine o'clock in the morning."

Jennifer looked at the outfit on the bed in disbelief.  "This is a dress
code?"  she said aloud.

Richard had left her alone in her bedroom to prepare for the day.  Jennifer
picked up the first item and examined it.  It was a pair of black patent
shoe with a black stiletto heel that were easily five inches long.  The
other one was still on the bed.  There were two straps on it, one an ankle
strap and the other was a mid strap.  Both had small buckles on them.

A pair of fishnet pantyhose was also there.  She walked around the bed, and
picked up the last item.

It was a one piece french maid uniform.  It was made of a shiny black vinyl
material, and still had a strong plastic smell.  The sleeves were long, and
the skirt had a very full crinoline sewn right into it.

Jennifer thought about walking out right then, and confronting Mr.  Hane,
but then she remembered the five hundred dollars that she had just spent
last night.

"Oh, God, what if I had to give it back?"  she whispered aloud.  She did
some mental math and mumbled as she did it.  "If I leave, I get $2000 a
month.  That's about $500 a week.  So I just have to do this for a week,
and then I can get out of here."

With a sigh, she took her clothes off.  First, the fishnet stockings.  The
feeling was a bit odd as she slipped them on.  She couldn't remember ever
having worn fishnets before.

Next, she unzipped the vinyl maids outfit and put it on.  It fit rather
tightly around the waist.  She had some trouble zipping it up.

Last, she sat down as she put on the shoes and buckled the straps.  As she
stood up, she had to grab ahold of the bedpost to balance herself.  "God,
how am I going to walk in these things?"

As she walked over to the door, she saw herself in the full length mirror
that was attached to the back of the door.  The dress was form fitting
around the waist, and the skirt was extremely full, but it barely came down
low enough to hide her privates.  In front, it was cut so low that it barely
covered her nipples.  "If I bend over, everyone's going to see me!"  she
said.  She saw her own ankles wobble as she tried to balance in the heels.

Slowly, she opened the door and stepped outside of her room.  She heard the
sound of a voice from the kitchen, so she slowly walked towards it, making
sure to stay near a wall.

Richard was there, talking on the phone.  When he saw Jennifer enter, he
ended his conversation and hung up.  "That will do," he said, walking over
to her.

Jennifer's face was flushed with embarassment as she stood there.  "What
should I do?"  she said to fill the silence.

She was almost expecting him to fondle her, or say something lewd.  "I'm
in the mood for a late breakfast," he said.  "Ham and cheese omlet with
just a few onions.  You should find everything in the refrigerator, and
the cookware is in the cabinets below the microwave."

She was surprised by this.  But then again, she didn't know what to expect.
"Mister Hane?"  she asked as she slowly walked toward the refrigerator.
"Why do you have a dress code...like this?"

He smiled a bit at this, and looked at the ceiling as he thought of a reply.
"Well, I'm a rich man.  I know what I like to see.  And, to be quite honest,
I like the way that you look when wearing that."

She opened up the refrigerator and started to hunt for ingredients.  There
was the butter, the eggs, the cheese...  "Am I going to have to dress up
like this every day?"  she asked.

"No, definitely not," he said, and she let out a sigh of relief.  "This is
just what we could get on short notice.  More will be arriving."

"More?"  she thought.  "More what?"  Her mind took a different turn as she
remembered him calling himself a "rich man."  "Are you married?"  she asked
as she closed the refrigerator door.

"Actually, no," he said.  "I haven't met the right person yet."

****

She slowly walked back into her room and closed the door behind her.  "My
feet are killing me," she said.  She tried to kick them off, but was reminded
of the fact that there were straps keeping them in place.

Jennifer sat down on the bed and unbuckled her shoes.  She sighed in relief
as she threw the shoes across the room.  Her hands massaged her feet and
ankles for several minutes.

She took some time to survey the room.  She had not paid much attention to
her room before, as she had had other things on her mind.  There was a
stereo system, a television, a huge dresser, and the king sized bed that
she was now sitting on.  As she fumbled with the zipper at the back of her
outfit, she noticed that there was a door ajar that led to a private
bathroom.

She slid her hot sweaty body out of the vinyl maids outfit and took off the
fishnets.  "A bath!"  she said, and raced in the nude to the bathroom.
All of the fixings for a long bath were there, which included a huge
whirlpool bathtub.  After filling the tub, she slid in and let the swirling
hot water take the tension out of her body.

She thought back to her day.  Richard was with her most of the day, showing
her the house as he had her do chores.  It was just cleaning, dusting,
cooking, and the like.  Every time that she bent over, she could feel his
eyes on her buttocks.  But he never said anything about it, and he never
touched her once.

She had to conclude that Richard was an attractive man.  He was a touch over
six feet tall, with dark brown eyes and a full set of hair.  From what she
could gather of his phone conversations, she concluded that he was some kind
of investor, making his money by moving stocks and bonds around.

As she relaxed, she thought about her own situation.  She was in the house
of a rich perverted vouyer, walking around in an embarassing outfit for
his eyes only.  Rich single perverted vouyer, she reminded herself.  He
should be able to afford more servants, she thought, but she had not seen
anyone else in the huge house.  "There must be at least thirty rooms," she
thought.

Then there was the money.  She had been out on her own for almost six months,
but had lost her job a couple of months ago.  With unpaid bills everywhere,
she was about to lose her apartment.  Then, the only place she could have
gone is back to her mother's house.

"No!  I'm not going back to live with that witch!"  she said.  She realized
that she wouldn't have to move back, if she stayed here.  This was a live in
position, and she had used the advance to pay some of her back rent.  The
woman at the desk had given her another month to come up with the rest.

"Wouldn't it be nice to move everything in here?"  a part of her thought.
I wouldn't have to pay any rent, there would a big check at the end, and I
would work for cute boss!  Then she looked out into the bedroom and saw the
shoes on the floor and the black vinyl maid's outfit on the bed.

"Let's make a decision after a week," she said out loud.

When she got out of the bathtub, she could not find her street clothes
anywhere.  Out of habit, she put away the maid's outfit and shoes in the
huge but empty walk-in closet before going to bed.

She awoke to the sound of a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"  she said loudly.

"It's nine thirty," came Richard's voice from the other side of the door.

"You should have been out here a half of an hour ago."

Hurriedly, she left the bed and went to the door.  Then she realized that
she was completely naked.  With a moment of hesitation, she turned and went
to the closet.  "I'll be out in a minute!"

The fishnets, black vinyl maid's outfit, and five inch spiked shoes were on
in a couple of minutes.  When she emerged from the room, still wobbly on her
heels, she saw Richard waiting for her just outside her doorway.

"Late the second day on the job," he said.  "We'll have to do something about
that."

"I can't lose this job yet!"  she thought to herself.  "Is he going to fire
me?"

Richard shook his head and said nothing more of it.  "Move along and get
breakfast started," he said.  "I'll be there soon."

She saw Richard pick up a large cardboard box and walk into her room.  She
was about to ask him about it, then thought better of it and headed for the
kitchen, still unsure in the high stiletto heels.

As she cooked, she thought that she heard the sound of power tools.  She had
finished breakfast for two and was still waiting for him.  She was hungry,
so she sat down and started to nibble on her toast.

Richard walked in and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen.  "I see that
you're sitting down on the job," he said.

Jennifer quickly jumped to her feet, and had to grab the table for support.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"That can be remedied," he said.  She looked at him, but he offered no
explanation.  He sat down next to her and started to eat.  "If there were
guests, you would be expected to serve us and then eat privately later.  But
as there are no guests, we can be informal here."  Somewhat calmed, she sat
back down.

Breakfast went quickly as both of them wolfed down their food.  "As you
might have guessed yesterday, your uniform is incomplete - something of a
stopgap.  I apologize for this.  Your first complete uniform is now here.
If we could go to your room?"

"I guess so," she said, with less than full enthusiasm.  If this was a
stopgap, what is the real thing going to be like?  As she walked beside him,
she suddenly lost her balance on her heels.  Almost instantly, Richard
grabbed ahold of her by the arm and waist and steadied her.

"Are you all right?"  he said, releasing her.

"I'm fine," she replied.  Between the slip and his touch, there was a wash
of energy going through her.  She wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Out of curiosity," she asked as they entered her room, "where are the
clothes that I wore here?"

"In storage," he replied.  "I don't think that you'll be needing them anytime
soon."

She saw that there had been changes to the room.  There was a similar yet
subtly different outfit laid out for her on the bed.  And on one of the
walls to the room, there was now a solid block of metal attached to it.
From it emerged a long metal chain with a keyring attached to the end of
it.  There were a dozen or so keys on the keyring.

"I will leave you alone to dress after I have explained it," he said.  "The
stockings are essentially the same.  The shoes, however, are slightly
different," he said as he picked up one of the two shoes.  It was also a
black patent leather shoe with, if anything, a higher heel than the ones
that she was wearing.  There were two straps, one of which ended with a
D-ring, but no buckles.  "If you would sit down?"

She sat down, and allowed him to take off her shoes.  She noticed that on
the bed there were several small padlocks, as well as a black satin object
with lacing that took her a moment to recognize.  A corset?

Jennifer flushed suddenly as she realized that Richard had a clear view of
her crotch.  He did not comment, and put one of the shoes on her.

"These straps work like so," he said demonstrating them.  He wrapped them
around her ankles, then around the middle of the foot.  He joined the two
straps right in front of the heel underneath the shoe, "and this ring goes
through this slot," he said.

"But won't they just slip off?"  she asked.

Richard reached up and took one of the small padlocks.  He put it through
the ring and snapped it closed.  "It won't come off until it's unlocked,"
he said.

"Why?"  she asked.

Richard took the other shoe and put it on her foot.  "Because I like my
hired help to be in uniform at all times while on duty," he said.  "And in
the contract, it states that you are to be in uniform at all times that you
are outside of your quarters here."

She wanted to voice an objection, but couldn't seem to get it out.  As he
locked the second one on her foot, she asked, "Where is the key?"

"Right over there," he said, pointing to the keyring on the chain.  "When
you are through with your duties, you can take them off at your leisure."

"I see," was all that she could say.  He picked up the corset and another
maid's outfit.  This one was also constructed of shiny black PVC with long
sleeves and a very full red crinoline was sewn into it.  But the outfit
continued all the way up to the neck.  The zipper was in the back, like the
one she wore now, with a large loop pull on the zipper.  At the top of the
outfit, in back, there was a metal ring sewn into the fabric next to the
zipper.

"You should put on the corset first," he said, "and snug it up.  Then, when
you put on the maid's outfit, use one of the padlocks to connect the zipper
to the metal ring."

So I can't unzip it, she finished mentally.  "Is the key also there?"  she
said, pointing to the keyring.

He nodded.  "I'll leave you now to change," he said, and left her there.

She stood up, and was even more wobbly than before.  "These are even
*higher*," she said aloud.

She had never worn a corset before.  This one had front busks and back
lacing.  It had built in support for the lower half of each breast, and
extended down well past her bellybutton.

With some struggling, she managed to get the front busks closed.  She
remembered that the back laces were for tightening it.  She hoped that she
didn't have to use that.  Jennifer unzipped the maid's outfit, stepped
into it, and tried to zip it up.

The zipper barely moved.  Jennifer saw that the only way she could get the
shiny black maid's outfit on was to lose at least three inches of waistline.

Jennifer struggled with the pullers on the corset for a good ten minutes.
She pulled herself to what she thought was very tight, only to have the
zipper on the maid's outfit jam.  Frustrated, she tried it again.

This happened six times, and she nearly came to the point of tears.  There
was a knock on the door.  "How are you doing?"  came Richard's voice.

"I can't get this thing on!"  she said.

"Would you like some help?"  he said.

"Yes!"  she said, before thinking about it.  As Richard opened the door, it
was too late for her to change her mind.

"What seems to be the problem?"  he asked.

"I can't get this tight enough," she said as she waved the corset string in
front of her.

"Let's see what we can do about that," he said.  "Turn around and grab ahold
of one of the bedposts, please?  And keep ahold of the strings, if you
would."  She complied, and felt him tightening the strings all along the top
and the bottom of the corset.  Then, with a strong pull, she felt her waist
constricting."

Jennifer struggled to breath against the corset, but it was only with
difficulty that she could seem to get enough air.  "Let's try it now," he
said.

He pulled the black maid's outfit up on her and she put her arms into it.
It was a tight fit, but he managed to get the zipper all the way up.

"And the lock," he said, taking a padlock and locking the zipper in place.

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror.  She saw a woman with flushed red
cheeks, but what caught her eye was the figure.  Her breasts were much more
prominent than they ever had been before, which was accentuated by the
narrow waist that she now had.

"Wow, do I look sexy!"  she thought with surprise.

****

It was lunchtime, and the two of them sat down to eat.  Jennifer had
prepared potato salad and sandwiches.  Jennifer found herself being full
in spite of the lack of breakfast.  "It must be the corset," she thought
to herself.

"Mister Hane," she said.

"You can call me Richard," he said with a smile.

"Richard," she said back, also smiling.  "I was wondering when I would be
able to get all of my stuff out of my apartment?"  she asked.

"Tonight, if you would like," Richard said.  "You should be able to after
supper tonight."

Jennifer finished up the last of the dishes.  "I'd like to go get my things,"
she said, as she headed towards her room.

"Where are you going?"  he asked.

"I was going to change..."  she said, her voice trailing off.  She stopped
and looked back.  "Could I have my clothes back?"

Richard slowly shook his head.  "It clearly states in the contract that you
are to be in uniform at all times except when you are in your room here," he
said.  "I'm afraid that I cannot make an exception."

"I'm supposed to go out like this?!"  she exclaimed.

"You don't have to go out at all," he said.  "That's your choice.  But the
rules are the rules."

"Let me see that contract!"  she exclaimed.

"Certainly," he replied.  The two of them walked to his study, and Richard
took the contract papers out of his desk.  "Right here," he said.

With horror, she saw that he was right.  Additionally, she saw in the
paragraph above that the definition of uniform was essentially whatever
kinky outfit that he chose to provide to her on a given day.

What have I got myself into?  Jennifer wondered.

Jennifer did not quit.  Instead, she waited until nearly midnight before
leaving for her apartment.  When she had asked for her keys, Richard has
calmly complied.

Trying to walk on the sidewalk at night in nearly six inch heels was not
easy.  And when she got to her car, the rigid corset prevented her from
bending her waist and she nearly banged her head on the doorway of the car
trying to get in.

With the heels, she had trouble using the pedals of her stick shift car as
she pulled out of Mr.  Hane's driveway.

Once she was on her way, it became easier.  She saw a parked police vehicle
on the side of the road, and quickly looked at her speedometer.

"Six over," she said.  "Aaah!  And I don't have a license on me!"

She clutched the wheel in terror and brought her car back to the speed
limit.  In her rear view mirror, she saw the police car pull out and start
to follow her.

"Please don't pull me over," she whispered.  She could just imagine what the
story in the paper the next day would be like if she was brought in looking
like this.

It was twenty minutes of terror as she made her way to her apartment.  The
police car followed her all the way to the parking lot of her apartment, but
did not turn on his lights.

Jennifer parked her car and waited.  The police car did a circle around the
parking lot, but then exited and drove off.

Whew!  There was no one else around, so she left the car with her keys in
her hand and headed for her apartment.

She was on the second floor, and she found out that climbing stairs in the
shoes was not easy.  She fumbled nervously with the keys as she tried to
open her door while also keeping a lookout for any late night travellers.

She entered and closed the door behind her.  A flip of the light switch
revealed a rather bare one bedroom apartment.  For living room furniture, a
single ratty recliner faced a small beat-up television.  There was a smell
from the kitchen that she knew was from dirty dishes left unwashed.

She headed to her bedroom, and went to the closet.  "What to bring, what to
bring..."  She saw that there were very few clean clothes in the closet.
Most of them were dirty and in the hamper or on the floor.

She took one of the few clean blouses, a skirt and a pair of pants.  Then
she walked over to her dresser and selected some underwear and a nightgown.

Her feet were really starting to kill her.  She sat down on her unmade bed
and tried to massage her feet.  But with the corset on, she couldn't quite
reach her feet.  With a sigh, she laid down on the bed and rested for a
minute.  It felt so good to lay down and get the weight off her feet...

Jennifer woke up to the warm feeling of sunlight on her face.  It took her
a moment to understand the significance of it.

"Oh, God!  What time is it?"  Her bedroom clock showed that it was five
minutes to ten.

She couldn't go outside like this in daylight!  Jennifer rolled over and
picked up the phone.  It was very awkward to do that in the corset.  She
needed to call Richard Hane and tell him that she couldn't come in today.

The silence of a dead phone greeted her ear.  She realized that she had not
sent any money to the phone company in several months.  There was no way
that she could call Richard and explain what had happened.

Panic and indecision gripped her.  If she headed back now, she would be
late.  He might fire her, and then she would be up a creek without a paddle.

But if she stayed here, with no explanation, she would be fired for sure.
She'd be left with no income source and a pathetic little apartment.

With unwilling resolve, she got out of bed and took a few seconds to
readjust to walking in the locked-on stiletto heels.  She dumped out a
clothes basket full of dirty clothes and put last night's selections and
her keys into the basket.  Jennifer went over to her door and cracked it
open, looking and listening for anyone in the hallway.

No one was around.  With difficulty, she opened the door and walked
outside.

She had to take the stairs down very slowly.  With each tentative step, she
grew more and more worried that someone might see her.

Finally, the first floor.  Now, if there was no one in the parking lot...

The sound of a door opening up behind her sent her heart pounding.  Her
breath quickened and her chest fought against the confines of the corset.
Making a quick decision, she walked forward and tried to ignore it.

She could not see where she was walking, and she felt one of her shoes land
on something slippery.  With limbs flailing and clothes scattering, she
fell forward.  She landed with her rear in the air, exposing all to whomever
was behind her.

She struggled to right herself.  "Let me help you up!"  came the voice of a
familiar male voice.

God no!  Don't let him see me like this!  She turned and looked up into the
familiar face of Eric Kaller.  He was only a couple of years older than she
was, and lived on the first floor.  They had gone out on a few dates, and
she kind of liked him.

There was a look of shocked recognition on his face.  "Jennifer?"  he said.
"What the...why...?"

She could feel a hot flush on her face.  "Help me up, please?"  she asked.

He took her hands and helped to her feet.  She was surprised to find out
that she was actually taller than him in these shoes.

"What are you doing dressed up like that?!"  he asked, loudly.  "It's May.
A little early for Halloween, isn't it?"

"It's a long story," she said, lamely.  She tried to bend over to pick up
one of her nightgowns, but couldn't manage it in the corset and heels.  She
nearly fell over again in the process.

"Let me help," Eric said eagerly.  He bent over and quickly threw her things
into the clothes basket.  She noticed that he had missed her keys.  "Could
you hand me my keys?"  she asked.

Eric fetched her keys with alacrity.  She heard the sound of another door
opening up.  "What's all the commotion out here?"  came a female voice.
Jennifer turned her head, and saw yet another familiar face.  "My God!"
said the older woman.

Jennifer lost her composure and panicked.  As Eric was picking up her
clothes basket, she ran for the door.  Incredibly, she did not fall while
doing this.  She pushed the door open and headed for her car as quickly as
her spiked heel shoes would allow.

There must have been a dozen people in the parking lot that witnessed her.
As she ran, the skirt of her shiny maid's outfit bounced up and down,
revealing her crotch and buttocks to all that cared to see.

She nearly fell over trying to stop.  Her keys were still in her hands, and
she managed to shove one of them into the lock and open up the door.  She
banged her head getting into the car, but shook it off in a moment.

She saw Eric running towards her, with her basket.  "Your stuff!"  he said.
But she didn't wait for him.  Jennifer jammed the key into the ignition and
almost ran him over on her way out of the parking lot.

She was panting furiously as she drove out of the parking lot.  The
combination of strenuous activity with the corset was almost too much for
her.  For a long moment, her head started to swim, and a part of her
wondered if she was going to pass out and get into an accident.

Fortunately, she did not.  She calmed down, and in less than a half of an
hour, she was back at the Hane household.

"I've never been so embarassed in my life!"  she thought to herself.  I
can't go back there!

"This is only your second full day of work, and already you have been late
twice.  Do you have any explanation?"  Richard asked while he stared at her
intently.

Jennifer looked at the floor.  "Well, I was trying to get some of my stuff,
but I got there so late.  I just wanted to rest for a minute...and I fell
asleep."

"What am I going to do with you?"  he asked.  "You know that this is grounds
for dismissal."

Dismissal.  I would have no money, no apartment.  I couldn't go back there
even if I had money.  That means living with mother.

"NO!  Please, don't fire me!"

"I don't think that you're taking this job very seriously," he said.  "You
are being paid a premium wage for your services.  At least you should be
able to do your job in a professional manner."

"I do take this job seriously!  Please, don't fire me!  I'll do anything!"
she said.

"There is an alternative to dismissal," he said.

"Anything," she said.

Richard thought for a long moment, composing his words.  "I could let this
go with disciplinary action.  You will be punished for your tardiness."

"Punished?"  she asked.

"Would you prefer to leave?"  he asked.  Jennifer swallowed hard, then shook
her head.  "Wait here," he said.

She stood and waited as he left his den.  She steadied herself by leaning
on the desk and taking some of the weight off of her shoes.

I wonder how ripe I am?  I have been sweating in this outfit for over a day
now!

Within a few minutes, he returned with a large bundle of rope and something
that looked like a rubber ball with a strap going through it.  He put it all
down on his desk and pulled a chair from the edge of the room to the center
of the room.  "Come over here," he said.

Slowly, she complied.  "Stand behind the chair, and bend over," he said.
The back of the chair came nearly up to her crotch.  She was able to do it,
but it was very uncomfortable in the corset to do it.

He took the rope and tied her hands to the front legs of the chair.  He
pulled the rope tight first and bent her over even further, and she had to
gasp for breath.

Next, he tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair.  She was now
stretched out and bent over like she was trying to touch her toes.  "I
don't like this," she said.

"This is a punishment.  You are not supposed to like it," he said.  "And
you're not supposed to talk while you're being punished.  Now, open wide,"
he commanded.

Jennifer hesitated for a moment, then did so.  He put the rubber ball
into her mouth and put the straps around the back of her head.  She felt him
pull the straps tight and buckle them together.

"Mmmm!  Nnng!  Mmmmnm!"  was all that she was able to say.  She found herself
struggling for breath and very uncomfortable.  She struggled against the
ropes, but could not budge them an inch.  She bit against the gag.  The ball
yielded slightly, but she could not get it out.

She heard him walk behind her.  Jennifer tried to crane her neck around and
see what he was doing, but the shiny black vinyl of the still very wide
skirt kept her from seeing anything.  Somehow, she could almost feel his
eyes looking at her exposed butt.

"That should make a good view," he said.  He went to his desk and sat down,
still behind Jennifer.  She heard the shuffle of papers, then heard him pick
up the phone and dial.

How long is this going to last?  she wondered.

Her stomach was grumbling with hunger and her muscles were aching from the
position.  "All right," Richard said.  "I think you've learned your lesson."

First, he took out the ball gag, and Jennifer's jaw muscles were immediately
grateful.  Then he untied her legs from the chair.  She kicked her legs up
in the air for a moment to try to get some circulation back in her feet,
even though this put most of her weight on her crotch area.

The arms were last.  Richard helped her get back to her feet.  "Oh, am I
sore!"  she said.

"I'm sure that you will get over it.  There is leftover chinese take out in
the refrigerator for you.  You can go to your room whenever you're done.
And remember, don't be late tomorrow."

"Um, Mister Hane?"  she asked as she tried to stretch her legs.  "How can I
get up on time when there is no alarm clock in my room?  There isn't even a
window, for God's sake!"

Richard tilted his head to one side.  "Hmmm...you have a point.  I will
wake you up tomorrow, then."

Jennifer went to the kitchen and found the food that he had mentioned.  She
looked outside and saw that the sun had already set.  "How long was I
there?"  she muttered to herself.  From the discomfort in her bladder, she
guessed that it had been quite a long time.  After having a light supper,
she relieved herself and made her way back to her room.

It took her a minute or so to use the keys on the keychain in her room to
unlock her black vinyl maid's outfit and her shoes.  Getting out of the
corset was a struggle.  It took her almost ten minutes to loosen the laces
enough to get out of it.  Afterwards, she hung the outfit up in the closet
before treating herself to a nice long bath.  Jennifer noticed that her
other maid's outfit and shoes had disappeared from the room.

"This doesn't seem real," she thought.  "Here I am, the strutting around in
that outfit for a rich man's amusement, and he doesn't even feel me up!"

That thought rolled around for a while.  "He hasn't felt me up!"  Jennifer
started to feel vaguely insulted by this.  "He went through all the trouble
of having me look like that, and then he doesn't even touch me?!"

She dried herself off then went to the bedroom and turned on the television.
As the mindless drivel of evening sitcoms passed by, she thought about her
employer.  He sure does seem to have a lot of self control, she thought to
herself.  I wonder how much?

With this thought, and with the TV on, she fell asleep.

She woke up to the sound of a knock on her door.

Jennifer stretched on the luxuriant king sized bed where she had slept.  As
she rolled out of bed, her last night's thoughts came back to her.

Well, if he isn't going to give me anything to sleep in, I guess that I'll
have to answer him in the nude, she thought mischeviously.

She walked to the door and opened it wide open.  Richard was standing there,
already dressed for the day.  "Yes?"  she said.

He appeared to be startled, but only for a moment.  "Just the wake-up call,"
he said.  "You should get dressed and start in on the day.  There is no need
to make breakfast for me, however.  I have some errands to run, so I will be
back later."

She nodded and smiled.  He looked at her from toes to nose, and smiled a
faint smile.  Then he turned away and walked out of sight.

Jennifer almost closed the door, but listened intently through the crack.
When she heard the sound of the heavy front doors closing, she opened her
door and scampered naked through the house.

"I can dress up later," she thought to herself.

Jennifer took this time to explore the house on her own and without the
discomfort of the outfit.  She found two locked doors, but the rest of the
house was accessible to her.  The house was a vast sprawling one and a half
story mansion with a large in-ground pool in the back yard.  If there was a
basement, it was behind the locked door.  His bedroom was probably behind
the other one, Jennifer inferred.  The decorations in the house seemed
almost bare and impersonal, except for his den.

That room had his large oak desk with the cozy fireplace and myriad of
bookshelves.  There was a computer tucked away in a corner cabinet that
was hidden unless the cabinet doors were opened.  There were several chairs
for guests here, including the one that she had been tied to yesterday.

To her surprise, one of the desk drawers was unlocked.  She was expecting
to find her contract, but that was not there.  Instead, there was a pile of
financial papers that had some very large numbers on them.

She sat down on his chair and studied them.  Math and accounting were not
her strong points, but when she found the bottom lines, they were easy to
interpret.

"God!  It looks like he's worth over fifty million.  Easy!"  she said aloud.
And there were references to other funds and holdings owned by Richard.  As
she dug deeper into the drawer, she found a folded note in the back recess.

From: Lexington Personal Services.
To: Richard Hane
Although our resources are large, we regret to inform you that we
cannot find any candidates that meet your requirements in a spouse.  If
your requirements change in any way, feel free to contact us with your
new requirements.
As always, your confidentiality is assured.

Personal services?  He's placing personal ads to try to find a wife?  This
ba    d her.  Why would a good looking *loaded* man need to be using
personal ads?  Then a thought occurred to her.  He's loaded.  He's single.
He's looking for a wife.

And I'm here.

The thought of being covered with jewels and fur coats appealed to her.
Talk about never going back to mother!  And even if it didn't work out in
the long run, she knew from TV that divorcing a rich man was almost always
a profitable experience.

She heard the sound of a car coming up the driveway.

"Oh, shit!"  she said as she jammed the papers back into the drawer and
closed it.  She raced back to her room and pulled on the fishnets.

I'll only have a chance to do that if I don't get fired!

The black stiletto heels were put on next, then locked on.  Then the corset
busk.  Then the corset lacing...

I wasn't able to get the corset on before without him, she thought.  Damn,
damn, damn...

Wait a minute...  If he left right away, how was I supposed to get it on
myself?

She tugged the corset puller strings and tried to close the gap.
Experimentally, she tied the strings and tried to put on the maid's outfit.
It wouldn't go.

Putting on her best little girl face, she walked out of her room that way.
The black vinyl maid's outfit was on but unzipped, and the corset was only
partially tightened.

"My apologies," he said as he pulled the black satin corset tight.  She felt
the constriction of her waist again, and it took her a second for her
breathing to adjust.  "I was negligent.  Even so, you should not have left
your quarters without being fully dressed."  He tied the corset strings
together.

"I'm sorry," she said, with eyes downcast, and breath rapid.

He zipped the shiny maid's outfit up to her neck, then locked it in place.
"No harm done today.  I want the house in top shape today.  I'm going to
have a few guests over tonight."

"Guests?"  she asked as she turned around to face him.  The thought of
anyone else seeing her this way brought a red flush to her face.  The
encounters at her apartment still had her shaken.  "Are they going to see
me like this?"  she asked.

"A bit self-conscious, are we?"  he asked.  She blushed and looked down at
the floor.  "You have nothing to be self-conscious about, you know.  You
have a very appealing body, especially when you are dressed up.  But to
answer your question, no.  They are not going to see you like that.  And
you won't have to prepare any food for them, as I am having dinner catered."

She let out a small sigh of relief.  It would have been a large sigh if she
would not have been wearing the corset.

The morning ended shortly afterwards and turned into afternoon.  Jennifer
tried to made it a point to be cleaning whatever room he was in.  When she
walked in front of him, she tried to give an extra wiggle to her butt as she
went by.  She used every excuse that she could to bend over and show him her
bottom.  She even managed to accidentally bump into him once.

At sundown, he told her that it was clean enough.  She watched him carefully
for signs that her displays were having an effect.  But there was no hint
that he was aroused by it.  Jennifer ground her teeth at this.

If that was too subtle for him, how blatant do I have to get?

"I thought that I was going to have off when your guests were here," Jennifer
said.

"That is not what I said.  I said that 'they are not going to see you like
that.' However, they will see you like something else.  You won't even be
showing any skin, so to speak.  But if you need convincing, it explicitly
states in the contract that your duties can be required when I entertain
guests."

Jennifer did not even bother to ask to see the contract.  Somehow, she knew
that it was in there.  If I only would have had the patience to read it, she
thought.  Instead, I just looked at the number after the dollar sign.

Her wage was peanuts compared to what she guessed he was worth.

"If you would care to disrobe, I will get your evening attire," he said as
he left the room.  "I assume from this morning that you don't mind being
naked in front of me."

She felt a slight flush from this.  At least he noticed that I was naked,
she thought.

Jennifer unlocked and took off her maid's outfit.  Without removing her
corset, it was very difficult for her to remove her shoes.  When he returned,
he found her struggling with the back lacings of the corset.

"Still struggling with that?  We'll have to see if we can do something
about that," he said as he dropped a box on the bed.

With his help, she was able to get out of the corset in less than a minute.
The shoes came off last.  She wriggled her toes and stretched out her feet.

"So, what do you have now?"  she asked.  She turned to face him and did a
little wriggle of her body and jiggle of her breasts.

Richard seemed not to notice.  "It's fairly simple, actually.  But you
probably will want to take a bathroom break, first, before you dress."

She complied, trying to wiggle her butt as she walked to the bathroom.

"First, I think, should be the pantyhose," he said.  She made a production
out of sliding them up her legs slowly.  I need to shave my legs, she noted
mentally.  "Next, the shoes."

Jennifer saw that these shoes were almost identical to her other pair except
that these were made out of a shiny red patent material.  They had the
locking straps just like the others.  She was not eager to wear them but
she put her feet out for him.  He put them on her and locked them in place.

"As you might have guessed, a corset next," he said, pulling out a red satin
corset with back lacing and breast support.  She fastened it together
herself, and then he started to tighten it.  She noticed right away that
it was tighter, and it took him a much longer time than before to lace the
corset up.  She had her hands against the bedpost while he did that.  By
the time that he was done, she was gasping.

"God, that is tight!"  she said.

"That is the point," he said.  "This is a formal affair, so gloves as well.
He handed her a pair of elbow length red gloves.  She was surprised to feel
the distinctive touch of thick rubber.

"Rubber gloves?  That's for doing dishes!"  she said.  Richard looked at her
without saying anything.  "All right," she said, as she started to put them
on.

It took her longer than she expected.  They were tight fitting, and she
ended up having to invert the gloves and roll them on.
"And lastly, the dress," he said, pulling out a large red mass of rubber
out of the box.

"What the..."  she said as he lowered it to the floor for her to step into.
She hesitated before doing this.

Richard pulled the dress up her body.  It covered her from ankle to neck
with heavy gauge rubber, and it had long sleeves that came down to her
wrists.  There was a single zipper in back that went from just below her
butt cheeks to the very top of the neck.  As he zipped it up, she felt it
grip her whole body tightly, including her corsetted waist.  When it was
fully zipped, he padlocked the zipper to a metal ring at the top of the
neck.

The lower portion of the dress was very tight fitting.  She took a couple
of experimental steps forward.  The maximum separation of her feet was less
than a foot, and her knees half that.  Between the hobble dress and the
stiletto heeled shoes, she had to grab ahold of Richard for support.  "God,"
she said as she looked at her silhouette in the mirror.  "I look like a red
rubber Morticia Adams."  Except she had a better figure, with that tiny
waist and big bosom.  As she breathed, she could see her breasts rise and
fall against the tight rubber.  The only part of her skin that was exposed
was her face.

"That's the idea," he said.  "I'll help you out to the living room where we
are going to be tonight."

Progress was very slow for her, with the necessity of taking tiny steps and
balancing in the heels from hell.  She leaned against him on the way, and
deliberately fumbled around his body.  She managed to get her hand to his
crotch in what appeared to be an accident.  It was fairly hard, by her
estimation.  Hmmm... she thought to herself.

"If you don't mind my asking," she said, "why did you dress me up this
way?"

"Why is such a hard question to answer," he said, carefully guiding her
through a doorway.

She felt herself becoming hot under the rubber.  This is going to be a long
night, she thought to herself.  "Could you try to answer?"
"In just a moment," he said.  They had emerged in the main living room.  He
guided her over to a couch and sat her down there.  She could feel the
rubber pulling at her knees and butt as she sat down.  "Because I'm a rich
man, and I want to dress you that way."

"But why do you want to?"  she asked.

There was the loud sound of a doorbell.  "That must be our first guests," he
said.  "You'll need to get up.  Your duty is to greet them at the door, take
their coats, and hang them up in the coat room," he said, pointing to an
alcove that was at least thirty feet away from the doorway.  "Invite them
to sit down."

"In this?"  she asked.  "How?"

"You'll find a way, I'm sure," he said.  "I need to change.  I will be back."

"But, but..."  she said as he left the room.  Taking as deep of a breath as
she could manage, she tried to get to her feet.

The tension in the dress at her knees and rear worked in her favor.  She was
able to get up, and stabilize herself in the heels.  Slowly and carefully,
without support from Richard, she worked her way towards the door.

The doorbell rang again before she was able to reach it.  With an effort,
she opened up the door.  She had to hold onto the handle as she backpedaled,
or she would have fallen on her rear.

There were three men there in their forties.  All were dressed in suits and
ties.  They seemed surprised to see her.  "Greetings to Mr. Hane's household," she improvised.

They looked at each other, then looked at her intently.  She felt very
uncomfortable standing there as they looked at her in her tight rubber
outfit.  "Please, come in."

"Excuse us," said the one of them with the least hair.  The three of them
entered the house.

"Can I take your coats?"  she asked.

There was a momentary delay, before the same man said, "Certainly."  They
took off their coats and handed them to him.  She started the long trek
across the floor.  Thank god this is hardwood and not shag carpeting, she
thought as she concentrated on balancing in the shoes and taking one baby
step at a time.

She thought that she heard whispering from behind her.  She couldn't turn
her head enough to look behind her, so she continued forward.  After what
felt like an eternity, she made it to the coatroom and hung up the men's
jackets.

When she turned around, she saw that all three of them had not moved and
were looking at her.  The all too common sensation of a hot face came over
her.

"Please, sit down," she said.

Two of them did, but the one that had spoken up originally walked over to
her.  "Sorry for the rudeness," he said.  "My name is Henry.  My associates
are John in the blue shirt and Adam in the white.  And you are?"

"Oh, I'm just the hired help," she said.

Henry was about to continue, but the doorbell rang again.  Henry left her
and took a seat next to the other three.

When she finally made it to the doors again, she met two men at the door.
One of which was in his sixties, the other his thirties.  The younger man's
eyes widened upon seeing her.  The older man just smiled.

"Please, come in," she said.

She took their coats and invited them to stay.  The older man introduced
himself as Ben, the younger as Collin.

She made a second trip to the coat room.  She wiped beads of sweat off of
her forehead with one rubber gloved hand.  When she turned around, she saw
Richard as he entered the room.

"So, you're doing it properly, at last!"  Henry said to Richard as he
entered.

"You just had to give me a little time," he replied.

Henry turned to Collin.  "You're still looking, as I remember."

"Don't remind me of that," Collin replied.

"Gentlemen," he said as Jennifer slowly wriggled towards them.  "This is
Jennifer.  She's a new employee of mine."

There was a chaotic wave of greetings from the seated men.  "Nice to meet
you all," she said.

"You can return to your room now," he said.

She was a little surprised by this.  Richard had obviously went out of his
way to display her to these men.  Now why isn't he keeping me here on
display?

She smelled the odor of food coming from the kitchen, and the sounds of
activity.  It must be the caterers, she thought.  I don't really want them
to see me like this, she thought.  Then again, I am hungry.

The quickest way back to her room was through the kitchen.  But she chose to
use a longer route through a side hall.

When she neared her room, the sounds from the kitchen were gone.  Hunger got
the better of her.  Slowly, she inched her way into the kitchen, staying
near a wall whenever possible.

There was a feast fit for a king prepared there.  As she prepared a plate of
food to take back to her room, she could make out a few words of the men
conversing in the livingroom.

"...I didn't think you could do it, Richard,..."  "...you can be easy on her
this time...because it's her first...but then..."  "...you know, it's really
too early to tell.  You could have to do it yourself next time..."  There
was the sound of laughter.  "Like last month!"  "Oh, Fridays are worth
looking forward to."  "I'm getting hungry.  Where is the food?"

This brought Jennifer out of her listening trance.  She made for the door as
fast as her shiny rubber hobble dress and stiletto heels would allow.

She just made it around the corner of the doorway when the sounds of voices
filled the kitchen.  "Serve yourself!"  she heard Richard saying.

No one said anything about seeing her as she wormed towards her room with a
plateful of food.  She managed not to tip it over before she made it in her
room.

Jennifer put the plate of food down and baby stepped over to the keyring.
She unlocked the zipper, unzipped it, and let her hot sweaty body experience
a blast of fresh air.

This corset was even harder to get out of.  It must have taken her almost
twenty minutes of panting and tugging at the cords to loosen it enough to
get out of.  Finally, the shoes and the pantyhose.  She drew a hot bath for
herself, and took her plate with her to the bathroom.  She dined while she
relaxed in the swirling hot water.  "I wonder what they were talking about,"
she said.

Out of habit, she hung up the dress and put away the other articles.  Her
bedroom was still nearly bare of clothing.  The maid's outfit was still
here.  She was half expecting that to disappear as well.

There was a knock on the door.  Jennifer opened her eyes and looked around.
Yesterday was Friday.  Today is Saturday.  No one should be waking me up,
she thought fuzzily.

She made her way to the door and opened it.  Richard was there, ready for
the morning.

"It's Saturday," she said.

"What does that have to do with anything?"  he said.

She was about to object, but then she remembered him saying '24 hours a day,
seven days a week.' Damn.

They went through the morning routine, except that he brought in a different
corset with garters attached.  These were used to hold up a pair of fishnet
stockings.  Next was locking on the five an a half inch stiletto heels.  He
pulled the corset even tighter than before, in her opinion.  And last was
the shiny black patent maid's outfit.

"Am I going to be wearing this every day?"  she asked.

"A good number of them," he said.  "But there will be variety, of that you
can be sure."  Somehow, this was not comforting to Jennifer.

She started breakfast, and thought about her attempts to arouse Richard.
"Well, if that wasn't good enough, there's something that I know will!"  she
resolved.

She made up a pair of omelets.  He sat down to eat one of them.  "Aren't you
going to eat?"  he asked as she remained standing there.

"I will," she said.  "I'm just in the mood for something else."  She went to
the edge of the table and carefully lowered herself to the floor.  Then, on
hands and knees, she made her way over to Richard's legs.

"Jennifer, what are you doing?"  he asked.

Her hands slid up to his crotch.  She felt a half-hard cock within.  Without
waiting, she unzipped his pants with one hand and dug for his cock with the
other.

A few seconds later, an erect penis emerged from his pants.  "Jennifer,
please..."  he said.  But he did not continue after she pulled herself
forward and put the head of his cock inside of her moist mouth.

"Jennifer..."  She started to slowly bring his erect penis within her mouth.  It was not a porn star's penis, but definitely respectable in size compared to her previous boyfriend's.  "Please...don...uuungh."  She felt his cock throbbing to a new level of erectness as her tongue played with tip of his penis.

She tried to tease him slowly, but soon she could feel him twitching his
legs and feet.  She slowed down even further, merely sucking softly on the
head of his penis, but was soon surprised to feel his cum entering her
mouth.

She swallowed although she didn't particularly enjoy it.  She had done it
for her last serious boyfriend only because he had asked her to.  But today
was special, so she kept swallowing, and continued to suck the thick cum
right out of his penis.

If he doesn't notice me now, I don't know what it will take!  she thought
to herself.

She felt his penis slowly softening as she continued to suck.  With a smile
of satisfaction on her face, she backed up and pulled herself back to her
feet.

Richard was looking at her with what was clearly lust...the look had an
intensity that made the smile slowly fade from her face.  She felt a
dampness growing in her crotch as his eyes bored into her.  Her breathing
became rapid and she started to strain against the corset.

He stood up and strode over to her.  Without saying a word, he picked her
up and sat her down on the center of the table.  She saw that his cock had
returned to rock hardness only a minute after he had ejaculated.  With her
fishnet stockinged legs and stiletto heeled feet in the air, and with her
skirt in disarray, Richard pounced on her.  He held her hands to the table
with his own as he thrust his penis into her.

She didn't scream or cry out for help.  She moaned as his manhood thrust
inside of her and pushed deep into her pussy.  It has been a long time since
I've had good sex, she thought to herself.

As he kept thrusting, he kissed her savagely and thrust his tongue deeply
inside of her mouth.  After a moment of startlement, she kissed him back,
and their tongues played a manic, erotic game of tag.

She heard the breakfast plates being swept onto the floor by their activity
and shattering upon impact.  Jennifer did not care.  As her body rushed
towards orgasm under his relentless thrusting and probing, she tried to
arch her back.  The corset would not yield, and as she came closer and
closer, her head started to swim.  I take that back, she thought deleriously
as her body went on autopilot and her legs writhed and tried to bring him
closer inside of her.  I've never *had* good sex before this!

A thundering orgasm coursed through her.  She could feel the muscles in her
pussy clenching reflexively.  For the longest time, her head swam in an
ecstasy that bordered on overload.

When she finally came down, he was still thrusting madly.  "Oh God," she
thought to herself...  He already came once, so this one could take a while.

"Sto...

Just as she said that, another orgasm coursed through her system.  She
struggled and tried to get away, but he had her arms pinned to the table.

"Please..."  she begged as the orgasm slowly ebbed and she gasped in
exertion against the corset.  "Please..."

She heard him grunting in pleasure as her third orgasm hit.  There was a
smile on his face and she felt him ejaculating into her.  When the orgasm
hit its peak within her, she struggled one last time before the exertion
and the constriction of the corset sent her into unconsciousness.

When she woke up, she found herself spread eagled to a bed.  The room was
lit up, but she did not recognize it.  This must be his bedroom, she
thought.

She tried to call out to him, but only a mumbled reply made its way out of
the gag that she wore.  It felt like leather, and there was something long
and phallic that extended inside.  There must have been some sort of hole
in it, because she was able to breath through it.

She saw Richard's silhouette appear over her.  She turned to look at him,
still not fully recovered from the ordeal in the kitchen.

He was naked from the waist up.  She could see the muscles in his chest and
arms and the dark hair on his chest.  His eyes bored into her with that
same intense look.  She felt a wave of lust go through her at the sight
of him.

Below the waist, he was wearing what appeared to be tight rubber trousers.
His penis was erect and in front of him.  To her surprise, his cock was
covered in the same black rubber, and that latex sheath was actually built
into the pants.

She writhed in fear and anticipation as he climbed onto the bed.  His hands
roamed over her legs, and she felt a shiver go through her as he touched
her pussy with his fingertips.  She felt herself becoming wet almost
immediately.

Instead of mounting her, he brought his face down to her crotch.  She moaned
as he started to nibble on the outer lips of her pussy, and teased them with
his teeth.  His hands roamed around her outer thighs, and caressed her
hips.

His lips left her crotch, and she moaned in desperation.  He leaned over
her, and his hands touched the vinyl of her outfit.  First, they were around
her narrow waist, then they slowly moved up to her breasts.  He felt her
rock hard nipples through the shiny fabric.  Richard teased her nipples and
fondled her breasts through it.  She put her head forward, desperately
trying to touch him with it, to kiss him in spite of the gag, but his face
returned to her crotch, with only one more long tickling of each nipple.

Richard started in earnest now.  His tongue first worked near the top of
her pussy, and only slowly worked its way down.  She writhed against her
bonds, but she could only move her arms and legs a few inches.  She felt
his tongue probe deeper now...then he brought his lips in to gently suck.

His tongue was driving her mad.  She thrashed about and moaned.  Her breath
was labored against the corset, and as she approached orgasm, that light
headed feeling returned to her.

He touched her clit with his tongue.  Finally!  she thought.  At first
gingerly, then he thrust it in more deeply and played with it.  He licked
back and forth, faster and faster.

"MMMMM...MMMMMM!"  she exclaimed.  Again, an orgasm rocked through her.  She
struggled to stay conscious and gasped for air through the gag.

Mercifully, his tongue stopped its exploration.  As she recovered, she saw
his face hovering over hers.  Slowly, ever so slowly, his hard rubber
sheathed cock slid into her pussy.

His penis worked like a piston inside of her.  Slow and methodical at
first.  She felt her juices dripping between her butt cheeks.  She tried
to wiggle her feet and toes, but they were still locked within the black
stiletto heels.

Faster and faster now.  She felt herself again reaching that level of
excitement that was so pleasurable.  She tried to gasp for air, but the
feeling of light headedness reached up for her.

Another wave of pleasure swept through her and she felt her hold on
consciousness slip away.

The world returned to her, but ever so slowly.  There was a feeling of
dreaminess to it all.

Again, she found herself tied up.  This time she recognized that she was
in Richard's den.  She was bent over and tied to the chair in the middle
of the room, just like before.  The same ball gag was in her mouth now.

She heard something from behind her and tried to look.  But the wide black
vinyl skirt blocked her view.

Jennifer felt a man step behind her.  As she felt a rubber cock rub up
against her butt cheek, she guessed that it was Richard.

He took her from behind, thrusting his rubberized penis into her pussy.
She should have cried out, but in the dreamy state that she was in, she
felt like she was only an observer.

He was fast and efficient.  This time, he brought her to the brink of
orgasm.  She heard a grunt of pleasure from him, and then he stopped.  She
moaned in frustration, but he did not seem to care.

Now, apparently calm, she heard him pick up the phone and make a call.  It
was a bunch of numbers and financial terms that would have lost her even if
she had been clear headed.  After the longest time, he hung up and returned
to her.

Five more times he used her that night.  Each time she found herself
orgasming at least once, sometimes twice.  And that fifth time, he kept
going and going and going...

Until consciousness fled her, one more time.

When Jennifer awoke to the sound of knocking, there were two feelings that
fought within her.  First, the lingering memories of the last night were
still trickling through her.  But also, her stomach grumbled and complained.

I haven't eaten in a day!  she thought to herself.  Slowly, she rolled out
of bed and walked to the door.

Richard was standing there, again with a box in his hands.  "Come in," she
said, with a smile.

His face was nearly expressionless.  "It is a new day," he said as he walked
in.

"It is, isn't it?"  she said.  Deep down, she was proud of the fact that
she had broken through his mask and found the sexual animal underneath.  Oh,
and what a beast it was!  She felt like she had won a major victory.

She ignored her grumbling stomach and stepped up beside him.  She looked up
at him, with yearning eyes and lips quivering and aching for a kiss.

"I'm sure that you're hungry," he said.  "You should really get cleaned up
and dressed so that you can make yourself breakfast."

She was a bit disappointed in his cool demeanor.  But he had a point about
breakfast.  She went to her bathroom and relieved herself.  She was still
fragrant from the last night, so she took a quick shower and combed her hair
quickly before coming out.

Richard was still waiting for her, patiently.  She was half hoping that he
would ask her to go about her chores in the nude today.  "Wouldn't that be
fun!"  she thought.  Another part of her guessed that if he brought in
another box today, he was probably bringing in something for her to wear.

Too bad.

He had laid out her black vinyl maid's outfit yet again.  She actually wished
that he would give her a different outfit, or at least change it.

He was silent and expressionless even when she strutted about in front of
him nude.  With a bit of disappointment on her face, she put on the fishnet
stockings, then let him lock the stiletto heels on her feet.

The corset took five minutes of pulling on his part, then he was done.  As
she fastened the stockings to the garters attached to the corset, he pulled
out a piece of shiny leather with bits of glittering steel in it.

"What is that?"  she asked.  It looked something like an industrial strength
bikini bottom or G-string in her opinion.  It was made out of thick shiny
leather, and it had what looked like locks in at least two places that she
could see.

Richard took out a key from his pocket and unlocked it.  This opened up the
belt as well as the cross piece that would cover her crotch.  "I'll explain
in a moment," he said as he fastened it around the narrowest part of her
corsetted waist, placing the lock in front.  The other strap of the belt
dangled down behind her

The belt was snug around her waist when he locked it together.  He reached
up between her legs and she spread them, hoping that he would feel her up
down there.  But she was disappointed when he grabbed ahold of the strap
that pulled it between her legs and up.

"Aaah!"  she exclaimed as he took the metal end of the strap and pushed it
into the same lock in front.  The strap pulled up tightly all the way
between her butt cheeks and pussy.  It was distinctly wider in the front
than in the back, and completely covered her vagina.  There was a small and
metallic part of it resting against her body between her pussy and her
anus.  A 'click' sound could be heard as it locked into place.  "That's
tight!"  she exclaimed.

She felt the thing around her with her hands and looked at it with the
mirror.  A dim recollection started to churn within her, and this was
confirmed by Richard.  "This...is a chastity belt."

Chastity belt?  Wasn't that...supposed to *prevent* sex?  She thought back
to last night, and the intense, mind-blowing sex that they had together.

She was flustered and a little insulted by this.  What kind of a man is he?
But before she could think of something to say, he was gesturing for her to
put on her vinyl maid's outfit.  She slid it on and let him zip it up and
lock it into place.

"Get down to the kitchen and get breakfast started for us, would you?"  he
asked.

She looked at him imploringly.  "But...but what if I have to go to the
bathroom?"  she asked lamely.

"For now, you have to hold it," he said.  "But that will be remedied
shortly."

Flustered and confused, she walked to the kitchen.  Balancing in these shoes
was getting a little easier, but it still required concentration.  Jennifer
still stayed close to the walls, just in case.

She was still very hungry, and in no mood be patient with her food.  She
poured herself a bowl of cereal, added milk, and sat down to eat.  When that
was done she poured herself a second.  But she could barely get a spoonful
of the second bowl down.  It must be the corset pushing on my stomach, she
decided.

"Come back to your room, please!"  bellowed Richard's voice through the
house.

Jennifer slowly walked back to her room.  The euphoria from the last night
of sex was dispelled.  "What did I do wrong?"  she wondered.  "I thought
that all guys wanted sex, the more the better!

She entered her room, and saw a shadow from the bathroom.  Slowly, she
walked into it.

Richard pointed towards the cabinet beside the toilet.  Jennifer noticed a
change.  Next to the roll of toilet paper there was now a long metal chain
attached to the cabinet.  At the end of it was a small forked piece of
metal.

"This is the answer to your question," he said.  He picked up the forked
piece of metal and put it in her hands.  "At the bottom of your belt, you
probably feel a small metal lock.  There should be a slot in it for this."

Jennifer took the piece and fumbled with it between her legs.  After a
little while, she managed to find the slot and push the metal fork into
it.

There was a "click," and the pressure around her crotch was suddenly
released.  She felt that the strap between her legs was now divided...and
the front one was now attached to the chain via the metal fork and the lock.

"You can do your business here whenever you want to," he said, "but the only
way to disconnect yourself from the cabinet is to reconnect the two parts
of your belt.  Then it pops out automatically."

She pulled the two parts together underneath her, and managed to join them
together.  The fork popped back out of the lock, leaving her free to leave,
but with chastity belt intact.  She thought that she saw a look of pride on
his face.

You even thought of this, she thought glumly.

The Sunday went by very slowly for Jennifer.  She did not continue her games
of peek-a-boo with Richard.  What was the point?  I have a night of sex with
him, and he locks me in a chastity belt.  He can't even see my pussy now for
god's sake!

Finally, the day was over with and he dismissed her.  She found an immediate
problem.  After she took off the maid's outfit, she found that the chastity
belt prevented her from removing her corset.  She tried all of the keys on
the keyring in her room, but none of them opened up her belt.  With a sigh,
she locked the maid's outfit back on and went to find Richard.

He was in his den, on the phone of course.  She waited patiently at the
doorway for him to finish.  "Yes, Jennifer?"  he said.

"Sir?"  she started formally.  "How can I take my corset off with this belt
locked on?"  she asked.

"The answer is that you don't," he said flatly.

"But...how will I get to sleep?"  she asked.

"How did you fall asleep in your apartment, with the corset on?"  he asked.

She had no answer for that.  She left with a downturned gaze and slowly went
back to her room.

By kneeling down, she managed to unlock her shoes.  With her chastity belt
and corset still on, she laid down on the bed and tried to get to sleep.

The next three days went by at a snails pace.  Richard let her out of her
chastity belt and corset twice in order to bathe, but the rest of the time
she was constantly wearing them.

She could not get Saturday night out of her mind.  Even now, when she thought
back to it, a smile crept onto her face and she sometimes started to feel
herself getting wet.

Until that wetness reminded her of the chastity belt.

You don't miss something until it is taken away, she decided.  For most of
the time that she had been living alone in her apartment, she had been free
to seek out sex.  It was never a great priority to her then.

But, wearing the chastity belt nearly 24 hours a day was a constant reminder
that she couldn't have sex.

Being told that she couldn't have sex made her want sex even more.

Richard, too, also served as a reminder.  He reminded her of that Saturday
night, and the intensity with which he had made love to her.  Raped her?
Somehow, she couldn't think of it as rape.  It was something in between the
two, and it made her hot remembering it.

Finally, Wednesday night, after supper was done, she could stand it no more.
After she finished the dishes, she marched down to his den in her heels and
black vinyl maid's outfit, with her skirt flouncing with each step.

"Richard," she said bluntly.

He was busy scribbling down figures and punching numbers into a calculator.

"Yes, Jennifer?"  he responded.

"Why did you put this chastity belt on me?"

"Because I wanted to curb any inappropriate behavior between us," he said,
without looking up.

"Inappropriate?  What is that supposed to mean?  You certainly seemed to
enjoy it.  And if I objected, wouldn't you think that I would have left?"
she said.

Richard put down his pencil and looked at her.  "Miss Brooks, we met for the
first time less than a week ago.  And besides, I am the employer and you are
the employee.  That is what I mean by inappropriate."

"Then why were you so eager to continue once I started it?!"  she asked.  "I
seem to remember that the first move was mine, but the next eight or nine
were yours!"

"I don't wish to discuss that," he said flatly.

"Damn it!  Don't you get it?  I get hot just when I look at you and remember
what happened on Saturday.  And then there is this damn belt reminding me
every day that I can't have that!  I don't care if I work for you or not.
Damnit, I'm horny!"  she said.  And indeed, she knew that at right that
minute, she was starting to get damp again.  And the stress of yelling at
him was making itself felt as she panted against the corset again.

"I'm sorry.  Saturday was a mistake on my part."  he said.

Jennifer walked over to the desk.  By now, she was moving much more easily
in the heels than when she had first worn them.  She took one hand and felt
his crotch.  She found a moderately hard cock beneath his trousers.  "Maybe
I should play with this again and see what happens?"

He slowly but firmly took ahold of her hand and pulled it away.  "That would
not be a good idea right now.  But perhaps I can find a way to...alleviate
your condition, so to speak."

"Please," she said, with her eyes begging.

"We'll take this up again tomorrow," he promised.

Again, morning arrived with a knock on her door.  Thusrday, she thought as
she returned to consciousness.

This was the fourth night in a row that she had been forced to sleep in the
corset and chastity belt.  Last night, after talking to Richard, she had
gone into the bathroom and unlocked the belt with the metal fork.  After
finishing her business there, she couldn't help but think about him and last
Saturday night.  She masturbated twice last night before she finally locked
the belt in place and went back to bed.

She opened the door, and saw Richard there.  He was again already dressed.
A smile formed on his face as he saw a familiar key ring in his hands and a
paper wrapped package under his arm.

I bet he's going to unlock the belt, she thought eagerly.  Just the thought
started to get her hot.

Doubt gripped her as he first directed her to put on the fishnets and locked
on the spiked heels.  But then he bent down and unlocked the front lock on
her chastity belt, releasing her from the device.

The smile returned to his face.  As one of Richard's hands was unwrapping
the package he had brought in, the other was gently running its fingers
through her pubic hair.  She moaned and shivered as his middle finger
started to move deeper.

She barely noticed as he finished unwrapping the package.  It looked like
the other chastity belt...almost.  "Huh?"  she said as he locked the new
belt around her waist, leaving the cross piece dangling behind.

"Lie down on the bed with your legs spread, would you?"  he said.  Eagerly,
she obeyed.  He pulled the cross-strap down between her legs and continued
to massage her pussy.

As her juices flowed, he used his free hand to pull the strap tightly up
between her butt cheeks.  There was a small metal piece between her anus and
pussy, as before.

He stopped playing with her and pulled the strap up.  Jennifer looked down,
and saw that this belt had something on the inside.  It looked like there
was a short, thick dildo build into the inside of it.  Just above that,
there was a rectangle of built up material that was covered with small,
soft rubber nubs.

Jennifer was about to object, but then he guided the dildo into her with
one hand while pulling the strap up with the other.  She let out a moan as
it slid up into her.  She felt the phallus lodged against her, and the nubs
above the dildo were pressed up tightly within her, reaching for but not
quite touching her clit.

With a familiar 'snap', the new belt was in place.  She moaned and ground
her hips for a long time.  She put her hands down at her crotch and tried
to reach her clitoris.  The belt was too tight against her body for her to
do that.  She tried to move the phallus and nibs around inside of her, but
the belt was too tight for her to do that effectively.

She looked up at him, with a wild, frustrated look.  He said nothing, and
only held up the vinyl maid's outfit.  She rolled out of bed and let him
lock her into it.

"Why did you do *this*?"  she asked.

Richard walked out of the room.  "You said that you were horny.  I said that
I would do *something* about it.  I did not say what."

Flustered, she followed him out.  Each step made the plallus and nubs in the
belt shift around ever so slightly.  By the time she reached the kitchen,
she was panting in frustration.

"Oh, you bastard!"  she thought as he sat down, waiting for her to prepare
breakfast.

Thursday was an agony of pleasure, if such a contradiction could exist.  If
she stood still for a few minites, the sensations in her crotch would
subside.  But sitting down was uncomfortable now, with the plug in her.
All that pressure down there quickly made her stand up.

But the chores that Richard had her do did not lend themselves to standing
in place.  As she walked, the dildo inside of her and the rubber fingers
wormed around and moved about.  On more than one occasion, she had to stop
and lean against the wall as she lost concentration in her heels.  And
yesteday she had almost been used to walking in the things!

After lunch, she found herself alone.  The genital teasing was getting to
be too much for her.  She found a chair of about the right height and
stepped next to it.  She relaxed her knees slightly, and drove her crotch
down onto the front and bottom of the chastity belt, grinding back and
forth.

She was so close, so close...then she heard footsteps.  With a groan of
frustration, she stepped back and smoothed out the skirt of her vinyl maid's
outfit.

"I thought I heard something here... is there anything wrong?"

Anything wrong!?  You son of a...!  "No, not that I know of," she said, with
her face starting to turn red.

Richard looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged.  "I'll be back
shortly," he said.

Groaning in frustration, she returned to washing the dishes.

Supper was finally over, and she rushed back to her room.  She went to the
bathroom and put down the toilet seat.  Sitting down, she jammed the metal
fork into the bottom of the chastity belt.  The two halves separated, and
she immediately brought her hands down to her groin, massaging the hot,
moist tissue there.

It took her less than one minute to climax.  She panted against the
tightness of the corset afterwards and slumped on the toilet seat.

After recovering, she slowly went about the business of her other bodily
functions.  "Dammit!"  she said aloud.  "I'm gonna go crazy!"

A plan born of desperation sprang to mind.  Maybe if I give him head again,
he'll get horny again and unlock this damn thing!  One small corner of her
mind reminded her that giving him oral sex was what had put her in the
contraption to begin with.  She was not thinking clearly at that moment and
easily ignored this small rational corner.

With a sigh, she pulled the two haves of the chastity belt back together
underneath her.  She felt the plug worming its way inside of her again, and
she started to get hot again.

She stood up, a bit unsteadily, and marched out of her room, heading for his
den.

By the time she arrived, all the motion in her crotch had made her horny as
hell.  As she guessed, he was in his den, reading.  He only grunted when
she entered, and did not look up.

Jennifer did not say a word.  She walked over to him.  The front of his
desk was open, so that she could see his legs.  She knelt down in front of
the desk and crawled under it.  She heard him say something as she unzipped
his fly and yanked out his penis.

It was completely soft, but she immediately brought all of it into her mouth
and started to suck.  She felt him sliding back on his wheeled chair, and
she crawled forward to keep her face in his groin.

Just as it was starting to get hard, she felt him stand up, kick his chair
back, and grab ahold of her arms.  She felt his strong hands through the
thin vinyl fabric of the outfit.  Jennifer let out a pathetic moan as she
felt herself being pulled off of him.  She sucked hard, trying to stay
attached to his penis, to no avail.

She looked into his eyes with desperation in her face.  "Please..."  she
said.

Richard shook his head.  "Tsk, tsk.  Young lady, when will you learn?"

Jennifer only moaned in frustration as he turned her around and marched him
through the house, holding her arms behind her back.  "What kind of a man
turns down a blow job?"  she wondered.

They arrived at a door that she had never seen unlocked.  He took a keyring
out of his pocked and unlocked it.

He guided her inside and turned the light on.  Almost immediately, she knew
that this must be his bedroom.  Maybe he is going to unlock me after all,
she hoped.

There was a large king sized bed with satin sheets and pillowcases.  It had
four huge bedposts, and connected to each of them was a chain ending in a
wrist or leg cuff.  There were two huge dressers, a large wall mirror, and
three other doors that she guessed led to either bathrooms or closets.

On the opposite side of the room from the bed were several wooden racks with
eyebolts, straps, and other points of attachments for a victim.  She did not
get much of a chance to study it as he walked her over to the foot of the
bed.

There, she could see that a pair of fur lined wrist cuffs were suspended
from the ceiling by a chain.  She only moaned as he took wrists one at a
time and locked them into place above her head.

Her arms were almost completely outstretched above her.  She could relax her
shoulders, but not much else.  As for moving, she could walk about two feet
in any direciton, and twirl around, but that was about it.

As she stood there, Richard dug in a dresser drawer and pulled out a gag.
This one was made out of leather with a wide but short rubber phallus built
into it.  As he brought it up to her face, she resigned herself to her fate
and let him put it in her.

This one also had a breathing hole, she noticed as he fastened it in place.
This was good, because her nose was starting to become congested.

Richard left her there teetering on her locked-on heels and went to one of
his dressers.  He brought out what looked to be an electrical device of some
sort.  It had several knobs on front, and two electrical cords protruding.

What the hell is that?  she wanted to say, but the gag only let mumbles come
out.  Richard walked to the foot of the bed and leaned over to fish an
extension cord out from underneath it.

She could only watch and wonder as he plugged the device into the extension
cord.  A couple of lights went on as he plugged it in.  She could also see
some sort of glowing numeric LED display.  She saw him play with the knobs
until he stopped with a look of satisfaction on his face.  He put the device
down and slid it a few feet under the bed.

Richard then took the other cord and brought it up to her chastity belt.
There must have been some sort of receptacle there that she had failed to
notice, because the phallus inside of her suddenly started to vibrate
intensely.

"Mmmngh!"  she said through the gag.  She had heard of vibrators, but never
had the courage to get one for herself.  As she writhed there, he returned
to his dresser and came back with another set of restraints.

She barely noticed as he locked the leg cuffs on to her legs.  Only when she
tried to kick her leg up did she realize that her legs were tied together
with less than six inches of play between them.

Richard left the room and turned off the lights, shutting the door behind
her.  The only light was from the dim glow of the readouts on the box under
the bed.

She soon realized what the purpose of the device was.  She ground her hips
around, trying to climax.  But right before she made it, the device turned
the vibrations off, leaving her wet and dripping in her dark prison.  She
panted through her gag and heaved against her corset.  More than once she
lost her balance in the heels, but that only resulted in pressure on her
arms until she righted herself.

Minutes later, the vibrations started again.  This time, she was able to
climax before the device turned the power off again.

For unknown hours, the box toyed with her.  There seemed to be no pattern
to the things bursts of power.  Sometimes, she could climax, once, twice,
or even three times.  Then there was a long stretch of brief bursts that
left her sobbing through her gag and struggling against the corset for
breath.

She twisted around furiously during the next surge of electricity, and felt
the cord wrapping around her.  She kept turning the same way, on tiptoes in
the heels, pulling the cord around her until she felt something budge.  The
lights on the box went out, and the vibrations stopped.

She sagged in relief, as the buzzing in her crotch died.  Then, as the
silence endured, she became worried.  "What is Richard going to do when he
finds me like this?"  she wondered.

Probably think of something even more twisted, spoke up a cynical little
corner of her mind.

She endured in silence, trying to find some way to get comfortable.  Several
minutes of squirming demonstrated the impossibility of that.

Finally, after an eternity of suspended agony, she heard footsteps from
outside.  She twitched and twisted in place, and saw him as he entered the
room.

He walked up to her and shook his head again.  "Jennifer, Jennifer.  I just
don't understand," he said as he untangled the cord that was wound around
her.  After a minute or so, he bent down and inspected the box.  It did not
look damaged, and he managed to get it to work again by simply plugging it
back into the extension cord.

"I was careless, I see," he said.  Jennifer tried to sigh in relief, but
the gag and the corset interfered.  "Don't worry.  I will do better next
time.  I learn from my mistakes."  Somehow, this was not at all comforting
to her.

He went over to the dresser and returned with a length of nylon cord.  He
took one end of it and tied it to one of the two bedposts at the foot of
the bed.  Then, he went behind her and tied it to the narrow piece of
leather that went between her butt cheeks.  Continuing, he took the other
end of the cord and tied it to the other bedpost at the foot of the bed.

Jennifer quickly realized that this would prevend her from repeating her
previous stunt.  The nylon cord would run out of slack in less than two
rotations, leaving her very uncomfortably constricted.

All she could do is moan in protest.  "You leave me a bit puzzled, dear
Jennifer," he said.  "You told me that you were horny," he said.  "If you
would have been paitent, I would have showed you how to use the vibrator
yourself."

"But you were impatient, and needed to be punished.  I gave you the pleasure
that you desired...I thought.  Did I err?"

"Did I err?  Don't you know what you've been putting me through?!"  she
thought furiously.

"Here is my quandary," he said.  "Your punishment must continue, of course,
for your misbehavior.  But do you want to be plugged back in, or do you
wish to continue your punishment without any distractions?"

She could only stare at him.  What a decision!  It was hard for her to
decide which would be worse.

"One grunt means that you wish silence.  Two will indicate that you wish it
to be plugged back in."

She moaned once immediately.  Then, after a long pause, she grunted again.

"Why did I do that?"  she wondered as he set up the box again and plugged
her in.

This time, the first burst from the box was exceedingly brief.  As her
vibrating belt silenced itself, she was able to watch Richard as he went
about his business.

He opened another door and turned the light on.  She could see that it was
a large bathroom, and witnessed him disrobing down to his underwear.  This
is the first time that she had seen him nearly disrobed in a well lit
place.  As another short pulse from the belt hit her, she found herself
heating up at the sight of him.

She saw him brush his teeth, then he finally shed his underwear.  His
manhood was limp when he emerged from the bathroom.

Richard gave her a long, hard look as the vibrator started up again.  She
wriggled and tried to bring the vibrator further into her.  As she looked
at him, she saw his penis stiffen and rise up from its resting place.

He shut the door behind him and went into a darkened room.  The light from
the room revealed it to be some sort of walk-in closet, with clothes on the
hangers.  But the clothes were rather odd...

He shut the door behind him and she could see a bar of light peeking through
the bottom of the doorway.  He emerged just a minute later, with a few
things in his hands.  Oh, god!  What is he going to do to me now?  She
was close, so close...

The vibrations died again and she hissed in frustration through the
breathing hole in her gag.  Richard laid two things down on the bed and
went over to dim the lights.  One of the things resembled the chastity
belt that she now wore.  "But I'm already wearing one!  How the hell could
I use another?"  she wondered.

He had put it down near the foot of the bed, so she had a good view of it.
This one had a phallic protrusion on it, but it was a bit longer and
narrower than hers had.  And it was on the thin rear strap, instead of
the wider one inside of her right now.  Oh God!  Now he's going to put
something up my ass!  It took her a moment to notice the front of it...

In front, it looked like there was a sheath for a man's penis to go into.
It also looked like underneath the sheath, there was some sort of bulge
with a wire protruding from it.  That wire went back to the plug in back.
She thought that she could see some sort of recessed plug in, like for an
adapter, on the bulge underneath the penis sheath.  He's going to wear
*that* to bed?

The vibrator switched on, and coherent thought became difficult.  She saw
Richard return to the bed and start to apply some sort of lubricant to the
plug.

He laid down on the bed, and she had a very nice view of him as he pulled
the thing on and slid the plug into place.  Then he slowly worked his penis
into the sheath.

When he was done, he buckled the belt together around his waist.  There was
no lock on the belt that *he* wore, she noticed.  She was surprised by the
next thing that he did.  He took out a pair of leather cuffs, and fastened
his own ankles together.  "How bizarre *is* this guy, anyway?"  she thought
as she felt the muscles in her vagina starting to tense up.

He reached up, and she saw him pull a very short chain out from behind the
bed.  Jennifer saw that it seemed to be attached to the wall.  There was a
wire wrapped around it that attached to the inch cubed metal block that also
served as the end of the chain.  A second wire about six feet long emerged
from the metal box.

Richard took the second wire and plugged it into the bulge under his penis
sheath.  She didn't hear any additional buzzing as she came closer to her
own orgasm.  Then, he took out a pair of wrist cuffs and padlocked them to
his own wrists.  There was no connection between them, but there was a
short, oddly shaped metal key attached to each cuff via a very short chain.

She saw him push one of the metal keys into the box, and heard a click.
She was so close, so close...

As she saw him push the second key into the box.  Now both of his hands were
closely chained together, and she heard a second buzzing noise, this time
coming from his belt.

As soon as she saw this, the orgasm hit her.  She was thankful when the
vibrator kicked off seconds later.

It was impossible for her to sleep in this condition.  The standing in the
stiletto heels with arms overhead made it impossible enough, but the vibrator
kicking in and out over the course of the night made it even more
exhausting.

With nothing else to focus on, she watched Richard over the course of the
night.  His vibrations also kicked on and off, she noticed, but it seemed
much more regular.  There was a long on period, and an even longer off
period.  She saw him writhe on the bed and struggle against his own
self-inflicted bondage.  Near the end of each session, she saw him twist
and thrust his hips and grunt in pleasure.  Only one time did she see the
vibrator kick off without him apparently finishing the job.  "God!"  she
thought as her vibrator kicked off again, leaving her panting.  I wish that
was me on his penis!

This cycle must have happened at least a half of a dozen times during the
night, compared to Jennifer's dozens of random pulses.  Finally, she saw a
hint of light creep through the closed curtains.

Finally!  She thought.  But then she wondered about something.  He's tied
up too.  How is he going to get untied?

Her question answered itself.  There was one last period of vibration in
Richard's belt.  After a while, and just after he let out a grunt of
pleasure, she heard a sharp electronic clicking noise.  Jennifer saw that
the metal keys were now loose from the small metal box on the end of the
chain, and the vibrations had stopped.  Slowly, he yawned and opened his
eyes as Jennifer's exhausted body shuddered with yet another spasm of
pleasure.

"Good morning," she heard him say as he smiled at her.  He unbuckled his
wrist restraints and slowly bent down to unplug the power cord to his belt.
As he was working on the straps around his ankles, the continuous vibrations
sent Jennifer into another bout of moaning through her gag.

He got out of the bed, with his belt still on.  She was glad when he bent
down under the bed and switched off the box.  She saw his muscular butt
moving as he made his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

She heard Richard shower and go through his other morning activities.  When
he emerged, he was completely naked.

He walked over to her and untied the rope that kept her from twisting
around.  Next, he unplugged the cord between her chastity belt and
torturously stimulating electrical device.

After he unlocked the wrist restraints, she collapsed.  Only Richard's
strong arm around her corsetted waist kept her from hitting the floor.
I'm so tired...she thought as fatigue, held at bay for so long, now entered
her with a vengeance.

He did not release her feet from the hobble, but instead picked her up in
his arms.  I've been swept off my feet, she thought deleriously as he
carried her out of his room.  If only I could appreciate this.

Richard gently laid her down on her bed.  She collapsed immediately and
barely budged as he started to remove the remaining bondage attire from
her.

The ankle restraints, the shoes.  Then, to her surprise, the belt.  She
managed to crack her eyes open and look at him as he did that.  The look
on his face was almost...tender.

"Richard...", she said dreamily as he turned her over and started to unlace
her corset.  Within a few minutes, he rolled her back on her front and
unhooked the front busks.

Did she dream it, or did he give her a kiss before he left the room?

Birds flew by underneath her as she traveled on tiptoes above the clouds.

Jennifer looked down, and saw the world below her.  She was not surprised
to see that she wore white shoes on her feet, with the stiletto heels so
impossibly high that she could not see them touch the ground.

A bird landed on her left shoulder, then another on the right.  Both were
green with red feathers around the eyes.  "See, see!"  the one on the right
said.

"Listen, listen well," said the one on her left shoulder.

They disappeared, and she looked around.  Then, from behind her, a hand
reached around and touched her on the cheek.

She shivered as a pair of lips kissed her on the back of the neck.

"Richard..."  she called out, and tried to turn around.

Jennifer moved with impossible slowness.  She felt her heels slipping on
the earth far below, and her body began to fall, fall so far...

She woke up with a start.  For the first time several days, she woke up
completely naked.  Slowly, she rubbed her hands over her chest and crotch,
not quite believing it.  Her shoulders and feet were still sore from her
last ordeal.  Her crotch did not seem sore at all, surprisingly.

She rolled to a sitting position on the side of the bed, and tried to stand
up.  The headache that greeted her sent her back to the bed, and she
remained there for several minutes until it subsided.  This almost feels
like a hangover, she thought.

Slowly, she managed to get to her feet.  Jennifer walked to the bathroom,
and found some ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet.  Three tablets later, she
walked back into her room and discovered a note on the nightstand.

Jennifer,

I won't be back until late tonight.  Feel free to make yourself
whatever you want for supper.
There is going to be a small change in your sleeping arrangements.
I would like for you to get up before me and have breakfast waiting for
me in the kitchen.  Therefore, you will need to get all of your prep-
arations done the evening before.
As for your wake-up call...I'm sure that you saw my alarm clock
system in action last night.  There is now one for you as well in your
room.  The control panel, wires and chains are located in a panel in
your headboard.  You will find it if you look.
The wire connects to your chastity belt, and the wrist cuffs are in
the top dresser drawer.  All parts need to be connected for it to
properly work.  Remember...there will be no wakeup call.  Oversleeping
will result in disciplinary actions.

Richard.

What the...Jennifer thought as she read his note.  She was mulling over the
full ramifications of the letter as she felt around her headboard.  Sure
enough, it was there.  She found a small hinged door there, with recessed
hinges and a hard to find latch.  Jennifer opened it, and saw an electronic
control panel set several inches back behind it.  There were four dials
along the bottom and a flashing LED display that flashed 030...008...020...
030, then paused, then repeated.

Below that there was a short chain with a wire wrapped around that on the
inner ledge.  Jennifer took it out, and saw that it was identical to the
one that Richard had used.  The chain ended in a small metal cube.  This
cube had the two slots in the sides, just like Richard's.  The wire entered
the box on the top, and exited out the bottom.  Six more feet of power cord
led to a plug for a power socket..

She left the panel open and sighed.  She went to her dresser drawer and
opened it up.  Sure enough, there were two wrist cuffs and two padlocks
there.  The wrist cuffs each had four inch long chains which ended in the
familiar metal fork...

And her chastity belt was there, complete with dildo and rubber warts.  She
did not know whether to smile or cry when she saw it.

She sat down on the bed and was about to turn on the television when her
stomach grumbled.  Jennifer headed for the door...and remembered Richard's
rule about leaving her room out of uniform.

She opened the door a crack and listened intently.  Not a sound came from
the rest of the house.  "If he's not here..."  she said as she stepped out
naked into the hallway.

There was no sign of him as she cautiously made her way to the kitchen.  She
threw last night's leftovers into the microwave and sat down while they
heated up.  Ding!  She pulled the food out and dug in.

Ten minutes later, she was done.  She hunted around, and found a clock that
showed the time to be half past seven.

Hmmm, she thought.  Time to do some exploring.  Most of the house as she
remembered was very impersonally decorated.  The only rooms that had any
personality at all were his den and his bedroom.

Thoughts of his bedroom started to make her warm.  But that's probably
locked, she thought to herself.  Guessing that, she headed for his den.

It was unlocked, and she let herself in and sat down at the desk.  Let's
see what's in these drawers...

The lower three drawers were unlocked, but the top two were not.  There,
she found another few financial sheets with outrageous numbers on them.

Then, in the other one...

Drawings.  They looked to be originals, not copies, and were fairly well
done.  The first drawing took her a moment to recognize.  It was a nude
drawing...of herself.

The second one showed her in her maid's outfit.  It was not exactly lifelike,
but more like a fashion plate.  She turned it over on the desk and looked
at the third.  This one was a picture of her in the red rubber hobble dress.

She looked up momentarily, and saw that there was writing on the back of the
second drawing.

"Can you make this by tomorrow?"  was scrawled on top.  Below this, in
different handwriting, was the reply.  "This and the next one...but the
other four will take at least a week...probably two."

"Four others?"  she wondered.  The rest of the sheets were blank.  She
searched the drawer for more drawings, but none was there to be found.

Jennifer poked around his den, but did not find anything more of interest.
Out of idle curiosity, she poked around the rest of the house.  Room after
impersonal room.  On the second floor, in a dark side hall, she found a
doorway that led further up.  Jennifer had not been there before, and she
headed up immediately.

It was dark, and she fumbled around with her hands in the stairwell until
she found a light switch.  A single lonely lightbulb cast a dim light around
the very expansive attic that she saw.

There were a number of cardboard boxes stacked up in one corner, and a large
chest in the other.  Carefully, she moved through the shadows and started
to open the first box.

She noticed that they were all labeled "Dad's stuff."  She grabbed ahold
of the first object at the top of the box.  It was a musty, yellowing
bondage magazine.

Jennifer scanned through it and saw page after page of tied up women.  High
heels and corsets were common in the magazine.  She saw that the copyright
was from over twenty years ago.

The rest of the box was the same.  Jennifer repacked the box and started to
methodically investigate the others.

There were four more boxes of the same.  The sixth box held clothing instead.
High heels, a corset, a bra with built in falsies...a couple of dresses.

She slipped a shoe on briefly, and felt that it was much too large for her.
With a start, she realized that this clothing was sized for a *man* to wear.

Jennifer repacked the box and continued.  One more box of transvestite
trappings.  The last three held all sorts of restraints and discipline
devices.  The leather felt old and stiff, like it had not been cared for in
years.

She repacked the last box, and went to the trunk.  It was unlocked, and did
not look to be terribly old.  Inside, she found more clothing.  Thigh high
boots with stiletto heels, a corset, leather gloves...and a whip.

There were pictures in this box as well.  She saw a younger Richard posing
with a raven haired beauty.  About half of the pictures were of them in
mundane settings.  There was a wedding picture of the two of them.  From
her dress, she guessed that the woman had to be wearing a tight corset
underneath.  But the rest were of a more intimate sort.  Richard and the
woman dressed up in leather at what looked like a kinky party.  There were
pictures of the woman bound up, wearing corsets and heels, with sex toys on
her genitals...and wearing a dominatrix outfit, identical to what was in
the box.

Richard was also the subject of a candid photographic history.  There were
many pictures of him in a dominant leather outfit, but some pictures of
Richard being the one tied up.  And in a some, it looked like Richard was
dressed up in woman's clothing, usually in bondage as well.

She dug deeper, and found letters.  Not many, but a few.  She found the one
with the latest postmark and started to read.

Dear Richard:

I'm sorry that it had to end this way.  You showed me how to look inside and
find what's really inside.  Now I know what I really want.

I will fondly remember the wonderful moments that we had together, and try
to forget the pain that I caused.  I hope that someday you can forgive me.

I've found a slave named Jerry that may prove to be worthy to serve me.
His ordeal will be severe, but there is no other way to be sure, is there?

With memories, and regrets,

Susana

Jennifer thumbed through the rest of them, and found them to be similar in
content.  Deep in thought, she repacked the trunk and headed back downstairs,
turning off the light on the way down.

She wandered to the entryway, and paced back and forth a bit.  But then,
through a window, she saw headlights traveling down the long private
driveway.

"Oh, shit!"  she said aloud.  "He's almost here!"

She took off for her room at a dead run.  Jennifer flew inside and headed
for the top drawer.  First she locked on one wrist cuff, then the other.
She hesitated with the chastity belt.  Once I get it on, it isn't coming
off until he unlocks it, she knew.  Maybe I can just plug everything in
without actually wearing the belt, she thought.  But, somehow, deep down,
she was sure that he would check in on her tonight.

She pulled the belt tightly around her waist.  She had to strain to lock it
in place.  This puzzled her for a moment.  Then she realized that before,
there had been a corset underneath that had narrowed her waist.  *Now*
Jennifer remembered the directions on his note.  He had told her to "get all
of her preparations done the evening before."  "Shit!"  she said aloud.

Jennifer clenched her fists in frustration, then made up her mind.  She
reached between her legs and pulled the strap through.

Her lack of lubrication made it very difficult to get in properly.  She had
to spend almost a minute putting it in, and when she finally latched it in
place, it still felt much more uncomfortable than it ever had before.

She heard the sound of the front door opening.  Jennifer quickly walked to
the bedroom door, wincing as she stepped forward and moved the unlubricated
parts around inside of her.  She quietly closed the door, and turned off the
light.

As she fumbled for her bed, she thought that she heard footsteps in the
house.  Jennifer hastily flopped into bed and fumbled with the chain.  She
realized that she needed to plug the belt in first, or she wouldn't be able
to after her hands were connected to the wall with just a couple of feet of
chain.  Frantically, she fumbled in the dark, finally finding what seemed to
be an outlet for it.

First metal fork.  It went in with a click.  The second one slipped away.
As she fumbled around, trying to get a grip on it, she could tell that her
wrist was now firmly attached to the wall via the chain.

The second one finally slipped in.  Jennifer arched her back and had to
stifle an outcry as the vibrations erupted in her groin.  She writhed and
tried to bring her hands down to her crotch.  She wanted to pull it out...do
something.  But the chain held tight and prevented her from doing this.

Jennifer saw the door starting to open.  She gritted her teeth and managed
to reduce her movement to a slow grind.  As the door opened, she closed her
eyes to a mere slit and looked at him.

The light from the hallway seemed to shine directly on Jennifer.  She saw
that Richard did not come any further into the room.  He just looked her up
and down, with a slight smile on his face.  Then his smile turned to a
frown.  Without saying anything, he closed the door and she could hear the
sound of his receding footsteps.

Jennifer let out the groan that she had been stifling.  In spite of the
discomfort, the vibrations from the dildo in her belt were slowly getting
her juices flowing.  In a matter of a few minutes, she was lubricated enough
for the dildo to slide the rest of the way inside of her.

The nubs above the dildo finally slid into their appointed spot near her
clitoris.  This was vibrating just as furiously as the phallus inside of
her.  As they touched the flesh inside of her, the resulting sensations
felt like a bolt of electricity coursing up her spine.  Her hands strained
against the cuffs and her toes curled.  "Aaahh!"  she cried out.

Jennifer twisted and thrashed about in the bed.  She managed to turn over
and tried to dislodge the plug to her belt, but it seemed to be almost all
the way inside of the belt and impossible to remove.

There was tension along her entire body, from face and hands down her back
and through her legs.  She must have held this pose for minutes.  When she
finally relaxed her body, it was to grind her hips back and forth in an
insane fury.  Jennifer did not know whether she was trying to dislodge the
vibrating devices within, or to push her body closer to them.  After only
seconds of this, she cried out again as an orgasm slowly started to rumble
through her body.

It started as a fire in her crotch, then magically moved to her toes.  Her
fingers were next, and it felt like gentle, humming waves radiating out from
her groin.  Slowly, ever so slowly, the waves of pleasure traveled through
her body.

When the waves met the fire in her fingers and toes, her entire body seemed
to catch on fire.  She kicked her legs up and waved them wildly in midair
as the pleasure reached its peak.

The ebbing was just as slow.  First, her legs were released from the flames,
then her thighs.  Jennifer's legs dropped back to the bed like the nerves
had been cut.  Next, the heat in her hands slowly cooled down, and her hands
unclenched of their own accord.

The inferno receded from her face, and she was able to unclench her jaw.
There was a tingling in her breasts, and all that was left was a humming
feeling in her crotch.

She had two more orgasms before the power finally turned off.  When it was
done, she felt relaxed, but not tired.  There was a feeling of euphoria as
she tried to move her pillow into proper position and get comfortable on the
bed.

Just as her thoughts were starting to wander in the way that they do before
sleep comes, her belt suddenly came alive again.  She twisted her head and
thrashed her legs in surprise as the ordeal of the belt resumed.

Jennifer lost track of the number of times that the belt kicked in.  It must
have been at least eight more times, she thought.  Nine?  Maybe ten?  Each
time she came to an orgasm, often several minutes before the vibrations
would stop.  And each time, she seemed to remember being just *that* close
to a second orgasm before the belt would return to a state of quiet.

Finally, there was one that seemed longer than the rest.  She just made it
to her second orgasm when the vibrations stopped within her.

She was surprised when she found that her hands were now free.  Blearyeyed,
she looked around.  Jennifer stumbled out of bed and turned on the light.
As she looked back at her bed, she saw a huge wet spot on the bedcovers.

"God, do I have to pee," she said as she staggered to her bathroom.

Jennifer put the metal fork into the lock in her belt and opened it up.
She immediately relieved herself, spending almost five minutes getting
everything out that wanted to come out.

She cleaned up her crotch with a dry cloth, then found herself having some
difficult getting the plug back inside of her.  She solved this by
masturbating for a minute or two and getting her crotch wet again.

Jennifer reconnected her belt, which released her from the bathroom counter
but sent the phallus firmly back into her.  She then was faced with the
problem of what to wear as she made breakfast.

She was sure that he wanted her to wear the corset.  But as she tried to
fasten it, she knew that it was supposed to be on underneath the belt.  And
as she tightened it, the waiststrap of the belt became *much* more
uncomfortable with the corset over it.

Of course she couldn't put the maid's outfit on over it.  She simply could
not cinch it tight enough on her own, and the belt underneath made it even
more difficult.  Damn, damn, damn...

Jennifer made her decision.  I don't think there's any way to do this, she
thought to herself.  She donned the parts of her outfit that she could,
which included her fishnet stockings and locked on stiletto heels.  Then
she carried her corset, maid's outfit, and lock for it downstairs.  As she
walked, the chastity belt reminded her that it was there with every step
that she took.

She put the corset, maid's outfit, and padlock on the kitchen table.  Then
with a resigned sigh, she started to make breakfast.

"He's probably going to be pissed at me," Jennifer thought.  "Goddammit, I
tried to do what he said!  This probably means he's going to punish me."

That thought brought forth both fear and anticipation.  She never would have
done any of his "punishments" voluntarily...but she had managed to survive,
and with a few orgasms to boot.

Jennifer finished up the hashbrowns, eggs, and bacon.  She made up two
plates of food and put them on the table.  Next, the orange juice and
coffee.  All that was left to do was wait.

Just a minute later, she heard the sounds of Richard's footsteps.  She saw
him fully dressed standing at the entrance to the kitchen.  He stared at
her and her bare breasts for a long moment.  Then, he walked in and sat
down at the table.

Richard just looked at her, quietly.  The silence was becoming unbearable
for Jennifer.  "Just say it!"  she thought.  "Just say that I messed up and
get it over with."

He continued to say nothing.  She was the one to break the silence.  "I'm
sorry that I'm out of uniform this morning.  I...didn't plan well last
night."  There was continuing silence from Richard.  "I'm sorry.  I suppose
that I am to be punished," she said, looking down.

"I guess that I did not make myself clear in the note," he said.  "I knew
that you would likely have problems on your own.  I expected to find you in
the living room waiting for me or some such thing.  I was planning to be
home in time to tuck you in."  There was a slight momentary smile on his
face when he said the last three words, then the smile faded.  "Although
you didn't come to breakfast in uniform, it is not entirely your fault.
For this I will suspend your punishment."  She let out a relieved sigh.
"But...I'm quite sure that you were up and about out of uniform when I was
gone."

Jennifer went from relief to anxiety.  "H...how did you know?"  she said,
not denying it.

A half smile came across his face.  "The readout on your 'alarm clock'
indicated that your cycle had started just moments before I had stepped in.
This means that you probably rushed to get into it when I arrived.  And if
you had been in uniform, you would have gone to bed with your corset on.
I know that you can not get out of it quickly."

Jennifer's sighed an admission of guilt.  "Now what?"  she asked.

"Let's eat breakfast," he said.  "I must think about it."

Breakfast was very quiet.  Richard was eating his breakfast slowly,
obviously lost deep in thought.  Jennifer ate more quickly, and found
herself fidgeting as he finished up the last of his breakfast.

"I have decided upon a suitable punishment," he said.  Jennifer held her
breath in anticipation.  "Go to your room," he commanded in a calm voice,
"and take these," he said, gesturing at the corset and maid's outfit.
"Disrobe there.  I will be there shortly."

She scooped up the unworn parts of her outfit and returned to her room.
She put the outfit, corset, and padlock away, and unlocked the shoes from
her feet.  After she removed her fishnets, she sat down on the bed to wait.
The chastity belt remained in place as she did not have a key for it.

Five minutes later, Richard arrived.  He held in his hands several rubber
items.  "Just a word of explanation.  You flaunted the dress code that is
required of you when you are outside of your room.  It is not particularly
difficult for you to function in your normal outfit.  I just want you to
know that it can get worse for you."

"Worse?"  she said hesitantly.

Richard handed her something made of rubber.  She recognized it after a few
seconds as an enema bag, rubber tube, and nozzle.  There was a clamp on the
rubber tube that was blocking any water flow.  "Give yourself an enema," he
said.  "Then, when you have expelled it all, do it again."

She was taken aback by this.  An enema?  She slowly walked to the bathroom
as Richard put the rest of his load on the bed.  Jennifer slowly filled the
bag up with warm water and sealed the bag.  When she was done, she turned
back to shut the door, but found Richard standing in the doorway.

She felt his eyes boring into her as she tried to work the narrow nozzle
into her rectum.  "Can't I use some Vaseline or something?"  she asked.

Richard went to the bed and came back with an unlabeled tube.  "Try this,"
he said.

Jennifer liberally coated the nozzle with the thick lubricant.  It was much
easier to put in place.  When it was there, she slowly raised the bag over
her head and let the water flow in.  She was acutely uncomfortable with
Richard watching her as she did this.

She found it to be an interesting experience, as her bowels filled up with
fluid.  By the time that the bag was empty, she felt like she had a case of
diarrhea and had to go.

"Wait a few minutes," he said.  She hopped from foot to foot in agitation.

"What if I can't?"  she asked.

"Then I'll have to add something else to your punishment," he promised.

The next minutes felt like hours to her.  At last, he gestured and nodded
for her to relieve herself.

"WOOSH!"  After she removed the nozzle and sat down, the watery contents of
her bowels came rushing out.  It was several minutes before she was fully
done with it.

While she was doing this, Richard refilled the bag.  "Again," he said even
before she had stood up.

Jennifer guided the nozzle in while she was still sitting on the toilet.  He
held it even higher, and the water rushed in even faster.

This one she could not hold at all.  Almost immediately after it was done,
her sphincter let go and released the pressure behind it.

Richard watched her impassionately as she finished up and started to clean
up.  When she was done, he walked out and curtly gestured for her to follow.

He picked up the next item and brought it over to her.  She realized that
this was a corset made of very heavy red rubber with attached breast cups.
It only had lacing in back, with no front closure, and extended from hips to
armpits.  There were several very short garters on the lower rim.  Richard
put it on her and began the laborious process of lacing it up from scratch.

She noticed something unusual about the breast cups almost immediately.  She
felt rubber warts on the inside that touched her on the nipples.  As he
tightened it around her, she felt her nipples stand erect as they were
stimulated.

Now he started to pull it tight.  This corset felt subtly different than
the other ones she had worn.  This one did not actually force her to hold
a specific posture.  But when she tried to bend over or breathe, it felt
like a tight powerful spring was fighting her every movement.

By the time that he was done lacing it, this one was just as effective at
keeping her breathless as the other corsets.  Right after he finished with
the corset, he told her to sit on the bed.

Next there was a pair of red rubber stockings.  Richard had to almost roll
them onto her.  They were very tight, and the upper edge was touching the
innermost corner of her thigh.  Calmly and efficiently, he attached the
garters to the stockings.

Jennifer was starting to become hot in this outfit, and it had nothing to
do with sex.  Only her groin, arms, neck, and head were open to the outside
world.  The rest was encased in the firm, tight rubber.

Now Richard dug in her closet.  He found the red shoes that she had worn
before with the hobble dress.  Grabbing two padlocks from the collection
here, he locked over five inches of red stiletto heel onto each foot.

Rubber gloves were next.  These were not the elbow length ones that she
remembered.  Instead, these went up to her armpits.

Sweat was forming on her brow now.  Jennifer let out an involuntary cry as
she saw the next item that he had for her to wear.

It was a chastity belt.  It looked identical to the one she had been
wearing...but this one had an additional feature.  On the strap that went
between her butt cheeks, there was now a red rubber butt plug there.
Richard had her stand up as he locked it around her waist.  Then he
liberally applied lubricant to the plug.

The plug was the first thing in.  "Please, no!"  she begged of him as he
started to slide it into place.

"Do I have to think of something worse?"  he said with a raised eyebrow.

This implied threat reduced her to whimpering as the plug slowly slid into
place.

The last couple of inches went in quickly, as the narrower base of the plug
was thrust inside of her.  He pulled the front phallus inside of her.  The
rubber warts in the breast cups must have excited her sexually, because the
dildo slid into her easily.

He locked it in front, and Jennifer felt the belt cutting in tightly,
thrusting the two rods into her.  She felt more nubs above the front dildo,
that came dangerously close to tickling her clit.

Jennifer was sweating profusely now, but the only place it was visible was
on her face.  Richard went to her closet and pulled out the red hobble dress
of several nights before.

"I'll bake!"  she said as he unzipped it.

"I'll turn on the cooling system," he offered.

With a pathetic look on her face, Jennifer stepped into the dress.  He
zipped it up in back to her neck.  Richard locked the zipper in place with
a small padlock he had in his pocket.  Jennifer guessed that this one could
not be opened with the ring of keys in her room.

"There you go," he said.  She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw the
same red version of Morticia Adams staring back at her.  This time she had
a second layer of rubber under the dress.  Her face was covered with sweat
and her hair was limp from the perspiration.

"Now, you need to attend to the laundry," he said, walking out of the room.
Jennifer took six inch steps in her stiletto heels, which was all that the
dress would allow.  Even these small movements of her legs had the phalluses
inside of her wiggling around.  And as she moved, the rubber gave enough for
her nipples to be massaged with every jiggle.

As she passed her door, she looked in the mirror and saw a bead of sweat
running down the front of her shiny red rubber hobble dress.

Richard was good in his offer to turn on the cooling.  The temperature
plunged low enough that her nose was cold.  Jennifer felt that she could
survive for awhile, at least.

He also said that she could stop to drink as often as she wanted, as long
as the chores were done.  She took advantage of this, but knew that she
wouldn't be able to get everything done.  She would be lucky if half of
today's work was finished.

The plugs and breast cups were also driving her half mad.  Whenever she
closed her eyes, she had visions of being in bed with Richard and having
vigorous, pounding sex.

After she prepared lunch, Jennifer took a can of soda and wriggled over to
a couch in the main living room.  Richard was also sitting on the same
couch.  Between them there was an open briefcase, and he was intently
pouring over a handful of documents.

"You know there's no way that I can finish everything today," she said.

He put down his papers and looked at her.  Jennifer's rubber dress was
slicked in spots with perspiration, which enhanced the gloss even more.
She though she saw a moment of that intense lusting look on his face, but
if it was there, it faded before she could be sure.  "You have a problem
then, I'd say," he said, looking back at his papers.

"Then why should I try?"  she asked.

He looked up again.  "That's a rather poor attitude, isn't it?"  he asked.

Jennifer shrugged.  "I'm really not here to do the chores.  I'm here to be
on display for you."  Carefully, she stood up and started to twirl around
with tiny steps in her stilettos and hobble skirt.  "Do you like what you
see?"  she asked.

She definitely saw the lusting look, she was sure.  But it faded again.  "I
think that you should go back to your chores," he said.

Jennifer sat back down again.  She felt the tightness of the dress at her
knees and her buttocks as she did this.  "Why?  I'm right here, for your
viewing pleasure," she said.

Richard stared at her.  "What do you want?"  he said, with a hint of
exasperation.

"I want to know *why*," Jennifer asked.  "I want to know why you had me
strutting around with no underwear, but you wouldn't even touch me.  I want
to know why you have me dressed up like this, right now, with dildoes and
everything driving me nuts while I sweat to death."  She paused and battled
the rubber corset to regain her breath.  "I want to know why you tied
yourself up that one night."

"I don't want to discuss it," he said.  "You should really resume your
chores."

Jennifer took a long sip of her soda.  "Does it have something to do with
your ex-wife?  Or your father?"  she asked.

His eyes bored into her.  "How do you know about that?"  he asked.

"I was a very bad girl last night," she said.  "When I was prancing around
naked, I found some things that you had stashed in the attic."

She saw his teeth clench and his hand start to twitch.  "What were you
doing up there?"  he asked, with what appeared to be very genuine anger.

"I was trying," she said, "to find out something about my mysterious
employer.  This employer who offers me a great deal of money to dress up for
him.  He's so strange that he will turn down offers of sex with his
beautiful housekeeper, even when she's dressed up.  Even when she's ready
and willing to do it, without thinking of the money.  Even when she looks
like a girl right out of his fantasies."

Richard shut his eyes and breathed deeply.  Slowly, she saw the tension
fade from his face and hands.  "Do you want to tell me why?"  she    ed
softly.

"'Why?' is never an easy question," he said.

"Try," Jennifer said as she slicked her sweat down the front of her rubber
dress.  Now there was a watery sheen over her breasts.  That felt kind of
interesting, she thought, as the movement had moved the rubber warts in her
outfit against her nipples.

Richard took a long look at her shiny slick red bosom.  "Perhaps I should
start at the beginning," he said.

"My father, Andrew, was very 'into' corsets, rubber, high heels and the
like," he said.  "So much so, that he married a woman that would cater to
his every wish in that regard.  He was fortunate to have the means to
indulge his fantasies.

"I can remember her clearly," he said, "I must have been, maybe six.  My
parents thought that I was tucked away in bed.  I heard something, and
cracked the door open.

"I saw my father dressed in rubber from head to toe.  And my mother wore a
black rubber french maid's dress, with long black rubber stockings, long
black rubber gloves, and stiletto heels.  Her waist was so tiny...later I
learned that it was very corsetted.  I saw them both disappear into their
room.  My curiosity got the better of me.  I snuck out and went to their
door.

"They left their door open just a crack, and I was able to watch my parents
having passionate sex while attired in their kinky outfits.  My mother was
tied to the bed while my father ravished her.

"My mother passed away two years later," he said.  Richard's voice started
to choke.  "My father was heartbroken.  He cried so much at her funeral...
I had never seen him cry before."

"I'm sorry," Jennifer said.

Richard continued as if he did not hear her.  "My father was never the same
man after that.  For almost two years, he went through the motions of life,
with almost no joy or pleasure.  It was during this time that I discovered
my father's collection of pornography, and his stash of sex toys and kinky
outfits.  By the time that I was ten, I had tried out a dozen butt plugs,
walked around in my mother's high heels, and masturbated to the sight of
women in rubber and heels.

"Then," he said, "my father started to date again, if that was the correct
term.  He would bring women into the house.  They would stay a few days to
a month or two.  I managed to catch a glimpse of them on occasion.  They
were dressed up like my mother used to.  But...I never saw the same look
of enjoyment on their face.  Later, I learned that he used his money to
attract them, and the girls dumped him when they had sponged off of him for
long enough.  There were exceptions, but few.

"I...had oral sex with my first woman when I was fourteen.  This woman was
one of the exceptions.  Named Victoria, she was a dominatrix.  I spied on
them twice.  The first time, she had my father kneeling down on the floor
as she made him lick her boots.  The second time, he was tied to the bed,
blindfolded and gagged.  A chastity belt was on him.  That was the time that
she found me.

"'What are you doing here?'" she had asked me out of earshot of my father.
I stammered and stuttered.  'I don't do this for an audience, only for
participants," she said.  Victoria whipped out a pair of handcuffs and
fastened my hands behind my back.  As my father moaned in his bedroom, she
led me to the sitting room.  She sat down, spread her legs wide, and
commanded me to lick her pussy."  "Oh, God!"  thought Jennifer.  No wonder
he's so far out in left field when it comes to sex!

"Victoria repeated that about a dozen times.  Each time, she would come
over and tie my father up.  Then she would come for me and have me use my
mouth to give her pleasure.  She was a very good teacher, actually."

Jennifer remembered the time that he had performed oral sex on her.  "It
certainly was the best that I'd ever had!"  she thought.

"I'm not sure why Victoria stopped coming over.  My father's next girl was
not a dominatrix.  In fact, when I spied on them, she was always dressed up
from head to toe in rubber or shiny vinyl, and tied to my father's bed.

"One day, when I was listening through the door, I heard the phone ring.
After finishing, my father said 'I have to go for a couple of hours.  I
think you'll be able to manage for that long,' he said."

"I raced back to my room and waited for my father to leave.  When I was
sure that he was gone, I went back to my father's room and slowly snuck
inside.

"The woman was there, in a full body suit that covered her from head to toe.
Her eyes were hidden by the hood, and she was breathing through a tube in
her helmet.  High heels were locked onto her feet, and the only part of her
flesh that was visible was her pussy.  Her narrow waist was obviously due
to a corset underneath the rubber.

"I'm not quite sure why, but I used Victoria's lesson first.  With my tongue
and lips, I had her squirming against her bonds.  I heard her moaning
through her breathing tube.  Then, when I was done with that, I climbed up
onto the bed and mounted her.

"I had sex with her three times.  I was fortunate in that there was a window
in the room that would let me see my father's car approaching.  When I saw
it coming, I pulled out and headed for my room.

"If my father ever found out about that, he never told me.  And three years
later, he died as well.  There was a pileup on the highway...and my father
did not survive."

Jennifer closed his briefcase and put it on the floor.  She tossed his
papers onto the top of the briefcase, and wormed over to him.  She put her
rubber encased arms around him, and pulled him close.  "That must be painful
to remember," she said.  He did not pull away from her.

Richard nodded, but did not elaborate.  "I was left, just fifteen years old,
with all of my father's money and possessions.  It was very awkward for me.
I had always had private tutors when my father was in charge of my education.
My father had named my second cousin my legal guardian, and he was actually
rather nice to me.  He had his own sizable fortunes and was not interested
in manipulating mine.  He showed up when a legal guardian was needed, but
didn't meddle in my life."

"I was not exactly the socialite.  I spent my time designing bondage and
fetish outfits, as well as handling the portfolio that my father left me.
I learned how to do self bondage in some very elaborate ways.  When I was
twenty two, I had the idea to acquire partial or full ownership in a company
that would cater to my particular tastes."

"That company was Fantasy Supreme.  The company headquarters and production
facilities are just across town, actually.  However, I was not and am not
the sole owner of the company.  The five men that were over on friday are
the other five stockholders.  We each have about equal holdings in the
company."

"To tell you the truth, it is not the most profitable company that I own.
But it seems to be consistent in its balance sheets from year to year.  In
fact, all parts of your maid's outfits and the rubber dress that you are
wearing now came from Fantasy Supreme."

There was a long pause in his narration.  "What about your wife?"  she asked
as she tried to adjust the plugs inside of her rubber encased body.  All
she accomplished was to stimulate herself a bit more.

Richard took a very deep breath before answering.  "I met my wife three
years later at the company Christmas party of Fantasy Supreme.  She was a
new hire, and was rather amazed by all that she was seeing."

"Susana?"  Jennifer asked.

Richard nodded.

"We talked for the longest time that night.  We had our first date two days
later.  I slowly started to show her the things that turned me on.  She was
hesitant at first, but it didn't take her long to really get into it."

"But...I guess that we were two people that saw what we wanted to see in
the other person.  That wasn't clear until we were married, about two years
after we had first met."

"I tried to let her find her innermost fantasies.  I succeeded.
Unfortunately, they did not mesh well with mine.  I wanted all of the
trappings of a life of fetish with a great deal of sex to boot.  As she
became more versed in the possibilities, she found herself adoring the
lifestyle of a dominatrix."

"She constantly wanted to be in charge, while I wanted more balance in our
relationship.  Also, her main pleasure was derived from keeping control of
a man in all ways...which included long periods of enforced sexual
abstinence.  I...did not like that."

"How do you think that I liked it?"  she asked.

Richard smiled.  "It is one thing to have a chastity belt in anticipation
of a reward at the end.  It is quite another not to know when or even if
your other half is going to relent."

"Two years after that, we finalized our divorce.  In the end, it was an
amicable parting, I suppose.  She had signed a pre-nuptial agreement that
left her with a comfortable nest egg."

"That was a year ago.  I have dwelt alone here since then.  I have been
looking...for something to compare to that first year that Susana and I
had together.  The joy of exploration, the closeness, the trust..."

This reminded Jennifer of the letter from the personal service to Richard.
"So," she asked, with her red rubber arms still around him, "where do I fit
in?"

Richard snorted with a twisted smile.  "Originally, I just wanted someone
to help out around the house and indulge a few of my voyeuristic fantasies.
I never meant for it to become more than a business relationship."

Jennifer rolled her eyes.  "What do you expect?  You put my body on display,
and expect me not to think of sex with the handsome man who happens to be
my employer?  Maybe there's some impropriety, but dammit, I don't care!  I'm
not staying here for the money anymore.  I'm here because of you."

Richard stared at her.  "Be careful what you say," he said.  "I have some
very definite and stringent requirements in a companion.  Most women are
rather put off by it, while the remainder seem more interested in my
checkbook than in me."

"Why don't you give me a chance?"  she asked.  "I'm here, right now, and
willing.  No waiting."

"I...have been burned already.  It is not that easy for me to believe...
that there is someone interested in me for my own sake."

"You just don't understand," Jennifer said.  "I've never had a person that
really wanted me.  My mother told me day after day how worthless I was.
Every boyfriend that I had when in school and when I was out on my own just
wanted a live blow-up doll to screw silly.  Whenever I asked for just a
little more, they were gone."

"The way that you looked at me that night...with that hunger in your eyes.
That hunger was for me, I'm sure.  I've...never had anyone look at me like
that.  And...well, when you finally did get to business, you didn't leave me
hanging.  Every other boyfriend I had would get me that close...and be done
with it.  Half of them snored."

Richard thought about this for a long time.  "I... am not sure.  I want you
to really know what you're getting into.  Remember," he said, looking her
in the eye, "you can leave at any time.  Just say the word, and I will
release you from your contract.  You will of course be paid the higher
wages."

Jennifer had not thought of the contract in quite a long time.  By her
estimation, she was probably due for three or four thousand dollars.  "I'll
remember that, but I don't think that I will be taking you up on it."

"I have to be sure... don't expect our relationship to change.  I *have* to
be sure."

She looked at him.  "Can you at least drop the pretense of me being here
to do the chores?  You could hire a couple of people to do all of that much
more efficiently than I could do it.  Then you would have more time with
me.  Why don't you just admit that you like to see me dressed up for your
pleasure, and that you really wouldn't mind throwing me to the floor and
taking me right now?  Come on!  Why don't you do what you *really* want to
do with me?"

"There are some practical difficulties with that," he said.  "But..."  A
smile came across his face.  "There is something that comes to mind..."

There was a buzzing in her crotch and anus.  Jennifer moaned and tossed her
head.  Sweat was again rolling down her body, slicking the front of her red
rubber hobble dress.

She was seated in a leather chair.  The back was low enough that her arms
could both be behind her.  This was necessary because they were now encased
in an arm binder made of matching red latex.  Her stiletto heeled feet were
tied to the legs of the chair, and the end of the armbinder was fastened to
the back legs of the chair.

Richard had unlocked her outer dress long enough to run a wire from her
chastity belt down and out the bottom of her skirt.  Additionally, one of
her hands in the armbinder was now clutching a button that she could press.
The wire for this control was strung out the top of the armbinder.

Both wires ended in a metal box with an LED readout that she could clearly
see.  "00:49:57" was on the readout.  Every second, the last number decreased
by one.

This box fed power to her chastity belt through the wire that ran up her
dress.  And the button in her armbinder controlled the box...in a way.

Richard smiled at her as she writhed and moaned.  They were in his den, and
he was pretending to do serious work.  But he spent most of his time
watching the wriggling Jennifer in her torture device.

He had told her the rules.  "You can turn off the vibrations at almost any
time by pushing the button that you have," he had said.  "And when the time
runs out, your ordeal will be over.  The button will stop the vibrations
for ten minutes," he said.  "But if you use it, *twenty* minutes will be
added to the timer.  And you will not be able to use the button to stop it
for five minutes after the vibrations resume."

Jennifer gritted her teeth and labored against the rubber corset that
constricted her waist.  Damnit, on this one the dildo *and* the butt plug
both vibrate!  And these things against my nipples are just icing on the
cake!

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the clock.  She was getting closer,
closer...

A wave of pleasure shot out from her overstimulated genitals.  She kicked
out violently, but succeeded only in moving the chair a fraction of a
millimeter.  "God..."  she said aloud.

The vibrations continued, and she found herself overwhelmed.  "Aaaa!"  she
said as she pushed the button.

The vibrations stopped immediately.  She opened her eyes, and saw the
readout on the box.  "00:43:21" it said.  She let out a gasp when she saw
it change to "01:03:21."  "Oh, god," she said aloud.  "I'm losing ground."

She looked over at Richard, and he was grinning widely.  "This device
teaches endurance," he said.

"Don't you know what I'm going through?"  she said.  Sweat simply ran down
her face.

Richard brought over a glass full of beverage with a straw in it.  Jennifer
drank greedily as he offered it to her.  "Actually, there is a similar
device for men that I've invented," he said.  "I've tried it out on myself.
Most interesting.  Except that, with the male version, there is a sensor at
the tip of the penis.  Whenever there is an ejaculation, it has the same
effect as you pushing the button."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a pervert?"  she said, between sips
through the straw.

"Repeatedly," he replied.  "But compliments will not get you out of this.
Only a high tolerance for pleasure will get you anywhere."

She drained the glass dry.  "I'm still thirsty," she said.

"I'll get you some more," he said.

He returned several minutes later with a refill of lemonade.  Richard also
carried a full pitcher of the stuff in with him."

"What if I can't run it down to zero?"  she asked, just before she sucked
greedily on this beverage.

"Then you will just have to do it again tomorrow," he said, "until you get
it right."

With that statement, the current flowed into her belt again, and the torture
of pleasure resumed.

She knew that she had used the button at least eight times.  Richard kept
the lemonade coming as she asked.

"00:01:07" she saw.  An orgasm was ravaging through her body as her eyes
were fixed on the readout.  "Please..."  she said pathetically.

"00:00:44."  She kicked violently against her restraints, but only succeeded
in pulling on her ankles.  She tried to spread her legs wide, to reduce the
pressure on the devices within her, but the rubber hobble skirt kept her
legs tightly together.

"00:00:18."  Another one shook her to her very core.  She twisted violently
in her chair, and Richard could see her bosom heaving against the rubber of
the dress and the rubber corset underneath.

"00:00:00."  Finally!  She felt the vibrations within her cease.  There was
a wild, crazy smile on her face as she looked over to the seated form of
Richard.

"Very good!"  he said.  A wave of a very different kind of pleasure went
through her.  Maybe I impressed him, she thought eagerly.  He walked up and
started to undo the restraints that kept her attached to the chair.

A few minutes later, the armbinder was gone and the dress was unlocked.
She stood up and allowed him to unzip her.  She was surprised to see a
puddle of sweat on the floor below her dress.  Jennifer was surprised that
he unlocked the chastity belt and started to untie the rubber corset

The inside of the dress was drenched.  And then there was the other layer
underneath.  "Go upstairs and get cleaned up," he said, after he had removed
the corset.  Perspiration was dripping from the inside of the corset to the
floor.  "I'm sure that you would appreciate a bath right now.

He was so right!  Jennifer let the jets of hot water massage her body.  She
closed her eyes and felt relief spreading through her body.

Her eyes traveled around the bathroom.  She idly rummaged through a pile of
towels that was within reach.

She felt something underneath the pile.  When her hand emerged, she was
clutching a fetish and bondage magazine.  There was a six inch wooden ruler
being used as a bookmark.  "Wonder how this got there," she said.  It was
an old wooden one that had probably been there a long time.

Suddenly curious, she got out of the bathtub and went back to her bedroom.
She found her black stiletto shoes and measured their heels.

"Five and a half," she said aloud.  She then measured the red heels that had
so recently imprisoned her feet.  "Five and seven eighths."

She put the ruler on her dresser and returned to the bathtub.  She dried her
hands and idly paged through the magazine.

Jennifer was drying herself off when she heard her bedroom door opening.

"Yes?"  she said.

Seconds later, Richard appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.  She saw
that he was wearing a long full length bathrobe that went all the way to
the floor.  "I took the liberty of ordering out for dinner.  If you would
care to join me?"  he said.

"Certainly," she replied.

"It is a formal dinner," he said.  "You will need to dress appropriately."

Jennifer rolled her eyes for the briefest of moments.  "I take it you've
already picked something out?"  she said, putting the towel down.  She was
now fully naked, less than six feet away from him.  But Richard was calm,
and there was no burning desire in his eyes.

"Out here," he said as he walked over to her bed.  She followed, and saw him
holding up what looked to be a one piece bodysuit made of shiny black rubber
in one hand.  Even the stiletto heels were built right into the outfit.  In
his other, he held up a black rubber corset.

It took him fifteen minutes to lace the corset onto her.  When he was done,
that familiar constriction around the waist was once again fighting against
her every breath.  "Sit on the bed, would you?"

Richard unzipped the back zipper and started to put her left leg into it.
There was some sort of white powdery stuff on the inside, and her leg
slipped in rather easily.  Jennifer saw that the crotch on this outfit was
open.  She was half expecting some diabolical sex toy to be inside of it.
No chastity belt...she could feel herself becoming hot, as she guessed what
he might do to her...later.

Jennifer's left leg was now all the way in.  Richard repeated the process
for the right leg.  "You'll need to stand up now," said Richard.

She did, and nearly fell over.  Richard grabbed ahold of her by her corsetted
waist and kept her from falling over.  These heels are even higher yet, she
thought.  They *have* to be over six inches tall.

Now he guided her right arm into the sleeve of the outfit.  To her surprise,
she found that the sleeve was bonded to the outside of the outfit, running
straight down her right side.  The sleeve ended in a thumbless mitten.  Next
he put her left arm into the matching sleeve.  The last step was to zip the
outfit up in back all the way to her neck.

Jennifer turned around and looked at herself in the mirror.  She was encased
in skintight shiny black, with stiletto heels over six inches high attached
to each foot.  The opening at her crotch revealed a vagina that was moist
and ready.  There was the narrow waist and very perky breasts.  Her hard
nipples were showing through the rubber fabric.  And her arms looked to be
glued to her sides.  She tried to move them, but only saw the rubber twist
some in response to her efforts.

Richard put one arm around her waist and guided her out of her room.  I was
just getting used to the other heels, Jennifer thought to herself.  Then he
changes the rules on me!

Soon they were in the dining room.  A full dinner was laid out on the table,
with a single candle lit in the center of the table.  "Oh, how romantic,"
she said.

"Thank you."  Richard guided her to a chair.  Jennifer gingerly sat down.
There was enough give in the rubber of her sleeves to allow her to sit
comfortably.

Richard now took off his bathrobe.  She saw that he was wearing the tight
black rubber pants with the built in sheath for his penis.  Jennifer
remembered what it was like the last time that she saw him wearing them...
and she felt even wetter down at her crotch.

As he sat down, she asked a question.  "It is gonna be tough to eat while
wearing this," she said.

"I don't understand," he said, with a hint of playfulness in his voice.  He
picked up her fork and put a bit of the salad on it.  Carefully, he guided
it over to her mouth.  "I think that your mouth will work just fine,
actually.

Jennifer took it into her mouth and ate it.  "That's good," she said after
finishing her mouthful.

A long dinner ensued, with Richard feeding her each and every bite of food
and every sip of wine.  He ate off of his own plate as well.  Jennifer was
sweating inside of her outfit, but did not mention it.  The excitement of
the situation was overriding it.

"What's for dessert?"  she asked.

"Hmmm..."  Richard said.  "I must have neglected to order that.  We'll have
to improvise, won't we?"  he said.

He pushed his chair back, but instead of standing up, he knelt down on the
floor.  Within seconds, he had crawled under the table and had found her
dripping vagina with his mouth.

"Oh, god!"  she exclaimed.  She slid down in her chair and spread her legs
wide, to give him better access to her privates.  He was methodical in his
explorations of her.  First, gentle nibbling with his lips.  Then his tongue
started to probe, first up near the top and only very slowly moving down
toward her most sensitive parts.

"Please!"  she said, rocking her hips back and forth.  He was bringing her
close...so close...

She panted against her corset as he backed off his stimulation ever so
slightly.  "Ooooohhhhh!"  she moaned aloud.

Suddenly, his tongue attacked her clitoris with a vengeance.  Within
seconds, an orgasm wracked through her body.  She clenched her legs together
around his head, trying to get him to stop as she groaned in pleasure.

Richard apparently took that in good grace, and brought his probing tongue
back home.  He backed away, and when she next saw him, he was standing up
by the table taking a sip of wine.

"I thought that our little training session this afternoon was supposed
to increase your tolerance for pleasure," he said.  "Apparently, it has
its limits."

"That was *wonderful*" she said between pants.  Jennifer looked at him, and
saw that his black rubber coated half-hard penis was rapidly becoming fully
erect.  It stood at attention, and pointed directly at her.

"Oh, my," she said, staring directly at it.  When her gaze returned to his
face, she saw that look of lust, that look of *intensity* returning to it.

"Am I in trouble?"  she said in a girlish tone of voice.  Richard did not
reply, but bent down and picked her up.  She kicked her stiletto heeled feet
in the air feebly as he carried her to his bedroom.

Richard put her on the bed, then reached down below the bed.  He brought out
a three foot long bar with a cuff on each end.  With a quick efficiency, he
fastened her legs to the spreader bar.  When he was done, her legs were held
apart at an angle that was a touch greater than 90 degrees.  "Oh, God!"
she said as she felt her groin muscle start to protest.

Moments later, he was on top of her, thrusting his hard and erect manhood
into her wet and ready pussy.

Richard was relentless.  If he ever ejaculated, she did not notice it.
After her first orgasm, he gave her a few seconds of pause.  Then, he was
back on her, thrusting away.

"Oh, godohgodohgod!"  she screamed against the tightness of the corset as
the second orgasm swept through her.  Richard stopped for an even briefer
period of time before resuming again.

It was in the middle of her fifth orgasm that the tightness of the corset
finally overwhelmed her, and she passed out.

When Jennifer woke up, she found herself in her room.  Her arms were out at
her sides, which immediately told her that she wasn't wearing the rubber
bodysuit anymore.

The light was on in her room.  She opened her eyes groggily and looked
around.

Jennifer tried to prop herself up on her arms.  It was at this moment that
she realized that she was still wearing the rubber corset.  The sleeping
cuffs with the metal forks were locked to her wrists...and there was a
chastity belt complete with intrusive vaginal plug.  A moment of moving her
hips around revealed that this one did not have a phallus for her rear
orifice.

She rolled out of bed, and saw that there was a handwritten note on her
nighttable.  There was also a sealed box just inside of the doorway.

Jennifer picked up the note and read it.

Jennifer,

I took the liberty of preparing you for bed after we finished our
dinner.  You did look lovely last night, in your rubber and heels.
I would like to take a moment to explain the controls for your
"alarm clock."  The readout flashes four numbers.  The first number is
the number of minutes of stimulation that will take place when you
first tuck yourself in for the night.  It is controlled by the first
knob.

The second number is the number of times that you will be stim-
ulated during the night.  These will be evenly spaced between the time
you went to bed and the wake up time (9:00 am).  This is controlled by
the second knob.

The third number is the number of minutes that you will be stim-
ulated for each time during the night.  This is, of course, controlled
by the third knob.

The last number is the number of minutes that you will be stim-
ulated for right before wakeup time.  This is controlled by the fourth
knob.

The device is made such that you have to have at least 75 minutes
of stimulation during the night.  You can set it for more, of course.
The night that you so hurriedly put it on, it was set for 220 total
minutes during the night.  Of course, I might decide to increase that
minimum time, if I am so inclined.

The box in your room contains your outfit for tomorrow.  You can,
if you like, get ready tonight, but that is optional.
I look forward to tomorrow.  Sleep tight.

Richard.

"Hmmm..."  thought Jennifer.  "I bet it would really turn him on if he knew
that I wore one of his kinky outfits to bed!"  With that thought in mind,
she moved the box to her bed and started to pull out the contents.

On top, there was a pair of shoes.  These were made of shiny black patent,
with the same locking closures that were on her other pairs of shoes.  These
looked to be even taller yet.  Jennifer retrieved her ruler from the dresser
and measured it.  "Six and a quarter," she said.  "When are these things
gonna stop going up?"

Next, there was a black rubber garter belt.  She put that aside and fished
out the next items.

Black rubber stockings.  These looked like they would go all the way up to
her crotch.  Black rubber gloves were next, ones that would go all the way
up to her armpits.

And the last item was a maid's outfit.  This one was not made of vinyl.
Instead, this was made of shiny black rubber.  The skirt was flared out even
wider than her last maid's outfit, and was even more revealing of her
crotch.  This one also had long sleeves and went up to the neck, just like
the other one.  There was no revealing cutout to show bare cleavage.  But
with the skin tight properties of the rubber, did it matter?

"Another maid's outfit?"  she said aloud.  Then something churned within her
memories.  "Isn't... isn't this what he remembered his *mother* wearing?"

Except for the chastity belt...  Jennifer had very strange feelings about
the outfit laid out on the bed.

"If she wanted to turn him on, was there any better way than to enter his
deepest fantasies?"  a part of her thought.

Jennifer made up her mind.  She put on the garter belt, then slowly rolled
the rubber stockings up her legs.  When she was done, she fastened them to
the garters.

The extreme stiletto heels were difficult to manage with her corsetted
waist, but she managed to lock them on.  The gloves took a while to properly
wriggle into.

Last, there was the maid's outfit itself.  It was not too hard to zip up
herself.  There was a small ring at the top like with the other outfits.
For completeness sake, she locked it into place with one of the padlocks in
the room.

"I want to make sure that he knows that I'm dressed like this," she thought.

"I should find him and say goodnight."

It took her intense concentration to walk steadily in the heels.  She was
able to manage, as long as she kept it slow and stayed near a wall.  The
wriggling in her crotch was bearable...so far.

Jennifer first went to his den.  Richard was nowhere to be seen.

She was not in t    ood to wander the whole house to find him, especially
in her shoes.  So she went directly to his bedroom.  "I'll just wait for him
here," she thought.

Idly, she turned the doorknob, expecting it to be locked as it usually was,
but to her surprise, it opened at her touch.

The light was on, and she heard faint rustling sounds.  Gingerly, she poked
her head through the opening and looked inside.  She used a latex gloved
hand on the doorknob as additional support for her unsteady balance.

She saw that Richard had already gone to bed.  But this time he was wearing
something more extreme than she remembered.

Richard's hands were cuffed above him, connected to the chain as before.
His ankles were strapped together, and he wore a chastity belt with a wire
going up from it to the box that joined his wrists.  But this time he also
wore a leather hood.  There was no opening for his eyes in the hood.  There
were two holes for his nose, and a very small hole where his mouth should
have been.  At the moment, there were no vibrations coming from his belt.

"He can't see me..."  thought Jennifer.  "That means I can't show off my
outfit to him!  Damn!  But...I could poke around and he'd never know!"

With a new purpose, Jennifer walked into his room, still unsteady in her
heels.  She stopped near his bed and looked down at him.

A muscular, hairy chest heaved and hissing noises came through the holes in
his hood.  Strong legs idly twitched against their bindings.  "Just watching
him makes me wet!"  Jennifer thought.  The vaginal plug in her chastity
belt was now starting to get to her.

She tore her eyes away from him and slowly walked around the bed.  With
care, she made her way towards one of his closet doors.

This one had only mundane clothing, like business suits, shirts, pants, and
the like.  Jennifer slowly closed the door and made her way to the other
one.

The light was off in this closet as well.  Jennifer found a lightswitch and
turned it on.  "God!"  Jennifer thought to herself.  "What a collection."

This was a huge walk-in closet some twenty feet deep and ten feet wide.
There was a row of dressers down the middle of the closet that almost split
the room in two.

All along the outside walls, there were kinky outfits on hangers.  Most of
them were made of rubber, with some vinyl and some leather as well.

Jennifer walked over to the nearest one and pulled it from the wall.  This
was a pair of blue rubber pants with a matching shirt.  She put it back into
place and looked at the next one.  This one was a black leather straight
jacket.

A bit overwhelmed, she turned her gaze to the other side.  She grabbed the
nearest thing that she could.  This was a red rubber hobble dress, just like
the one she had worn herself.  But...this one was too big for her.  It would
actually fit Richard quite well, now that she thought of it.

This surprised her.  She put it down and examined the clothes on this side
of the closet.  As she examined them more closely, she saw that it was all
kinky female clothing that seemed to be sized to fit Richard.  The opposite
side seemed to consist of male style clothing made of kinky materials.

Jennifer next made her way over to one of the dressers in the room.
Arbitrarily, she picked the top drawer and opened it up.

She found several pairs of shoes here.  They varied from what she guessed
was five inches to almost seven inches in height.  Most of them had similar
locking closures to the ones that she wore now.  They were also sized to
fit Richard.

Jennifer went to the next drawer down.  Here she found several corsets.
Some were satin, some were rubber, and one was leather.  These, too, would
have fit Richard just fine.

Jennifer closed that drawer and leaned against the dresser.  "He dresses up
like a woman?"  she thought.

"No, that is not exactly true," she thought to herself.  "He dresses up like
a *kinky* woman.  He doesn't seem to have any normal female clothing."

"Why would he have all of this stuff?"  she wondered.  "He must dress up in
it."

The fact that Richard had probably experienced all of what she was
experiencing made her feel better, actually.  "He must *like* dressing up
like that, or he wouldn't have that much of it," she thought.  "Half of his
kinky closet is like that."

With that running through her mind, she exited his closet and closed the
door behind her.  Just as she was walking by his bed, his chastity belt
started to vibrate.

"I wish it was me on top of you now," Jennifer thought as he slowly started
to move his hips in response to the stimulation.  Fearing that she would be
discovered, she made her way to the door and closed it behind her.

Within minutes, she was sitting on her bed.  "How should I set this thing?"
she wondered, idly toying with the knobs of her alarm clock.

She finally decided to reduce it from its previous settings, but not to
minimum.  "Twenty minutes initially, twenty minutes at the end, and four in
the middle fifteen minutes each," she settled on.

Jennifer turned off the lights, then positioned herself on the bed.  She
plugged the cord into her belt, then plugged her cuffs into the metal box
one at a time.

Her chastity belt came to life the instant that the second cuff was plugged
in.  "Oh God!"  she said aloud as the belt brought her higher and higher.
She had been hot from watching Richard in his room.  It wasn't taking much
more right now.

"Did I set it for too long?"  she wondered as an orgasm ripped through her
less than ten minutes after she had locked herself in bed.

Again, she found herself walking through the clouds.

Jennifer looked down, and saw that she was wearing impossibly high white
stiletto heels...and nothing else.  The ground below looked so far away...
like a view from an airplane.

There was a gust of wind, and she nearly lost her balance.  Somehow, she
stayed upright in her footwear.  In front of her, a large fluffy cloud was
being moved by the winds.  Standing on it, she could see a man...

"Richard!"  she cried out.  She tried to run, but her foot twisted
underneath her.  She grabbed ahold of a nearby cloud and managed somehow to
right herself.

She looked around frantically.  The cloud that had carried Richard was now
quickly receeding.  A moment later, it was only a pinprick on the
horizon.

"No!"  she screamed aloud.  As she struggled to move, two green birds with
red feathers around the eyes started to circle above her.

"Not yet!"  one of the birds cried out.

"Don't fall!"  the other one screeched.

Jennifer let go of her cloud and tried to step forward.  Somehow, she
managed it.  But her second step put her shoe into a river far below her.
She could feel the silt of the river sucking her down, and she started to
fall...

The two birds dove down onto her shoulders, and flapped their wings with a
great effort.  Slowly, they pulled her up and her shoe was freed from the
river.

The birds stopped flapping as she righted herself.

"You are not yet ready," one of the birds said to her.

"Don't run when you can't walk," the other one said.

"Ready?"  she asked back.  "When will I be ready?"

"You will see," said the first one.

"We will help," said the other one, with a wink.

The two of them took off with a sudden wingstrokes.  She watched them as
they flew to a nearby cloud and tore pieces of it out with their taloned
feet.

They flew overhead, and dropped their cloudy burdens onto her.  They were
shaped like something...

She was now wearing a dress made of clouds.  She looked down and saw the
long wide flare of her misty skirt.  It went down all the way to the earth.
And behind her, there was a veil of vapor thin ice crystals that trailed
magnificently behind her.

The two birds landed on her shoulders again.  "It's a start," one of them
said.

The other bird ruffled its feathers.  "It's the *end*!"  it said, as it
stared at the first bird.

Then a buzzing started in her crotch, and the realm of clouds and dreams
faded away.

Jennifer was already twisting her hips as she returned to reality.  The
throbbing in her vagina had already made her juices start to flow.  She
clenched her gloved hands and struggled in her rubber outfit, trying to
gain some control over the buzzing in her crotch.

It relentlessly sent her upwards.  She labored against her rubber corset
and kicked her black rubber legs into the air.  Jennifer's stiletto heeled
feet twirled around as she came nearer and nearer to culmination...

"Ooooh!"  she exclaimed as she reached her peak.  She arched her back
slightly against the rubber corset as the pleasure went on and on and
on...

The buzzing died before she had another climax.  She heard the familiar
metallic click from her wrists that indicated that she was free of her bed
at last.

Jennifer spent several minutes laboring for breath against the corset as
she recovered from her "wake up call."  When she finally recovered, she
rolled out of bed and unsteadily walked to the bathroom.

She inserted the key into the bottom of her chasity belt, separating the
bottom section so that she could take care of her bodily functions.  When
she was done, she was still wet enough to easily slide the phallus of the
chastity belt back into place.

She got up and washed her hair in the sink.  It was a strange feeling to
scrub her hair with rubber gloved hands.  Jennifer toweled it dry and ran
a comb through it.

"Sure doesn't look very nice," she said aloud.  But somehow, she didn't
think that Richard would really notice her hair today.

On the way out of her room, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror
again.  Six and a quarter inch black patent shoes were locked to her feet.
She was wearing long black rubber stockings that went all the way up to her
crotch.  She could see the garters that held them up.  The bottom of the
chastity belt was visible below the crinoline.

The black rubber of the skirt must have extended out over two feet in all
directions.  It was held up by some very stiff red crinoline that could be
easily seen if she was bent over in any way.

The black rubber of her maid's outfit was very tight around her waist.  She
was naturally a twenty six inch waist.  "What am I now, maybe a twenty one?"

Jennifer wondered to herself.

The corset also pushed her breasts up and out.  The tight clingy rubber of
the maid's outfit showed her erect nipples as a pair of dainty points on the
tips of her breasts.  The rubber continued upward, and ended at the top of
her neck.  The shiny black rubber continued down both arms.  When the rubber
of the maid's outfit ended at her wrists, the latex of her gloved hands took
over.

"I could stop traffic on the expressway!"  she said as she twirled around in
front of the mirror.  This moved the phallus inside of her around, and she
was surprised with the intensity of the sensations.

"That was interesting," she said as she grabbed hold of a bedpost.  A few
moments later, she headed out of her room and made for the kitchen.

Jennifer had just finished making breakfast when Richard walked in.  "Good
morning," she said as she carried two plates over to the table.  She had to
concentrate intensely to carry anything while wearing the six and a quarter
inch high stilettos.

Richard looked at her from head to toe as she brought breakfast to the
table.  "Good morning, Jennifer," he said.  She saw that he was not fully
dressed as he normally was.  Instead, all he wore was a pair of rubber
shorts that concealed his groin.

"I dressed up last night," she said, almost proudly.  "I wanted to show
you...but you had already gone to bed for the night," she said, with a hint
of disappointment in her voice.

"You forgot to turn the light off in my closet," he said.

Oops!  "I'm sorry.  I...curiosity got the better of me.  I shouldn't have,"
she said.

"No, you shouldn't have," he said as he started in on his breakfast.
Several minutes passed with only the sounds of clanking silverware and
dishes.  "Richard...are you going to punish me?"  she asked.  He seems to
enjoy that so much, she thought to herself.  I hope he does and gets himself
so stiff...

"I'm not sure yet," he said.  "I have to think of something...appropriate."

"I see," she said, sipping on her juice.  She finished it off before asking
her next question.  "Why do you have so much of your kinky stuff...in
dresses and women's stuff?"  she asked.

Jennifer did not see him become upset at all at the question.  He swallowed
before answering.  "Well, it has to do with a long period of living without
any companionship," he said.  "I prefer to see a woman dressed up, but when
that wasn't available, I did it myself.  And I was very curious about how
it would feel.  Why should women have all the fun?"  he said, with a smile.

"I see," she said.  Should she press her luck?  she wondered.  "When was the
last time that you dressed up like that?"  she asked.

Richard studied her for a long moment.  "My, you are brave today," he said.

"Especially with your snooping around last night."  Jennifer just smiled and
shrugged.  "Actually, it was a month and a half ago," he said.

Jennifer was thinking of her next question when Richard finished up his food
and wiped his face.  "I think I have decided upon your punishment.  However,
it may have to wait for tomorrow.  You have a temporary reprieve."

She wasn't quite sure if she was relieved or disappointed to hear this.
"Get everything you can done by three," he said to her.  "I will be in my
den.  I have a large number of phone calls to make."

"Why three?"  she asked.

"We have a wedding to go to," he said.

"Can you explain why we are going to a wedding?"  she asked.  "On a Sunday
night?"

"It's not exactly a wedding, actually," he said.  "It is a renewal of
marriage vows.  It is their anniversary, and it coincidentally happens to
fall on a Sunday this year."

This answer did not satisfy her, but she decided to change tactics.  "Who is
getting married?  Or getting renewed, anyway?"

Richard led her over to the ring of keys in her room and unlocked her maid's
outfit.  "You have actually already met the man.  Henry and his wife Vicki
are going to be the guests of honor," he said as he unzipped her black latex
french maid's costume.  Richard next unlocked her shoes and detached the
garters from her rubber stockings.

"I bet you already have something picked out for me to wear," she said.

"That's one way to put it," he said as he unrolled her rubber stockings down
her legs.  "In fact, you are to be one of the bridesmaids."

She was confused by that.  "I don't understand," she said.

Richard had taken everything off of her except for her chastity belt and
rubber corset.  He unlocked the chastity belt and then started to loosen
her rubber corset.  "Don't worry about it.  Just take a bath, make yourself
pretty, and by the time you're done, I'll have your outfit ready.

She followed his directions, and sure enough, by the time that she was done,
Richard was waiting there, in her bedroom.  He was wearing a skin-tight
rendition of a tuxedo done in shiny leather, complete with leather tie.
Her outfit was laid out on the bed.

First, Richard picked up a pair of purple thigh-high boots.  They looked to
be made of shiny vinyl, and the heels were at least six inches high.  They
closed by lacing up the front.

Jennifer sat down on the bed so that he could put them on her legs.  It took
him fifteen minutes to lace them up her legs.  "How do they feel?"  he
asked.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.  "Actually," she said,
taking an experimental step in them, "They seem fine," In fact, they felt
like they gave her more support than her stiletto shoes.  It was a bit less
difficult to walk in these, she decided.

There was only one other piece to the outfit.  It looked like a frilly
purple bridesmaid dress, done in shiny purple vinyl.  It had a high neck and
long sleeves, but there were two small holes in the front that were about
where her nipples should be.

As she stepped into it, she saw that in the back it had the lacings of a
built-in corset.  Sure enough, her nipples protruded through the holes in
the dress.  As Richard slowly tightened the corset, she could feel her
nipples starting to protrude through their holes.

"Oh, God!"  she said as he tugged his last time.  "How tight is that?"  she
asked.

"Just a touch above twenty inches, when fully closed," he said.  "It is
fully closed now."

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror now.  Purple vinyl extended from
her neck to the floor, with long sleeves.  Her breasts almost seemed to be
bursting out of the outfit through the two small holes in the front.  The
corset gave her an ever so tiny waist, which was emphasized by the flare of
the full skirt below.

"Let's go," he said, offering his arm for her.  She took ahold of it, and
accompanied him out of her bedroom.  No chastity belt, she noted mentally.
Maybe tonight...

There was a limousine waiting out front.  "Don't worry about the driver
seeing you," Richard said.  "He's from Fantasy Supreme."

"If you say so," she said.

Richard guided her into the huge back seat first, then sat down beside her.
As he shut the door behind them, the limousine started to slowly move.

Jennifer slowly moved her hand over to Richard's leather covered crotch.
"Can we play on the way there?"  she asked.

Richard shook his head, but did not jerk her hand away.  "He's less than
fifteen minutes away.  I would really rather not."

Jennifer sighed against the tightness of the corset that was built into her
vinyl dress.  "All right," she said, but she did not remove her hand.  She
left it there, moving it ever so slightly, for the entire trip.

Her efforts were rewarded as she felt his penis slowly hardening on the way
there.  By the time that they stopped, it was as rock hard as she had ever
felt it.

Richard seemed to be moving a bit uncomfortably as he exited the limo.  He
offered his hand to assist her out of the car.

Jennifer saw that they were at yet another mansion.  The sun had nearly
fallen, and a cool breeze that swept by put goosebumps on her exposed
nipples.

Richard escorted her up the path that led to the front door.  He knocked on
the door, and it opened almost immediately.

"Come in," said a woman dressed in a satin french maid's outfit.  It was
very similar to the one that she had worn, Jennifer noticed.  She wore five
and a half inch stiletto heels and fishnet stockings.  The skirt of her
outfit dropped lower than Jennifer's, but was just as wide.  She guessed
that there was a corset underneath it.  The outfit did not go up her neck,
but stopped a bit below that.

Richard helped her through the doorway.  Jennifer immediately saw that there
was a second woman dressed almost identically to the first.  However, this
woman was nearly five inches taller in height.

"You can follow me," this one said in a lower, huskier voice.  They followed
this satin french maid through the hallway and gestured for them to go
through an open double doorway.

The maid turned and walked back where she came from.  "Henry and Vicki have
two very talented servants," Richard whispered to her as they walked
forward.  "The one that first greeted us is Becky.  The one that led us here
is Arnold."

"Arnold?!"  she said with an excited whisper.  "That was a man?!"

"Indeed," he said.  "In fact, if I'm not mistaken, Becky and Arnold were
married themselves a couple of months ago."

Jennifer's brain did not know how to handle this information.  She was so
confused that it took her a few seconds to start looking around the large
ballroom that they were now in.

Three large crystal chandeliers illuminated the long rectangular hall.
Jennifer and Richard had entered at one end of the hall.  There was a long
red carpet ahead of them, which ended at a small raised platform.

Soft music was playing in the hall.  Jennifer could see that there were two
tuxedo clad men standing near the end of the aisle on one side, and two
similarly dressed women on the other.  "It's already started," he said.
"I'll show you to your place.  Remember, stand still and be quiet.  For me,"
he said, looking into her eyes.

"For you, " she repeated, looking back.  She kept looking at his beautiful
eyes and supported herself against him as they traveled down the aisle.

He stopped, and she turned to see where they had ended up.

To her right, there were two women that she did not recognize.  The one
furthest away was no older than she was, while the nearer one was perhaps
in her mid thirties.  Both were dressed as she was, in the purple vinyl
bridesmaid dresses, complete with holes for the nipples and built in corsets.
From their height, she guessed that they were wearing similar high heels.
They both looked at her, but were standing still and at attention.

In front of her, there was a metal pole built into the floor.  It came up
about two feet, and then ended in a rectangular metal block.  Two dildoes
protruded upward from the block, just inches apart, and there was something
on the block between the dildoes.  It looked like both phalluses had been
well lubricated.

Jennifer gave him a questioning, somewhat alarmed look.  "Just like the red
dress," he whispered.  "You can do it."  "This *is* just his kind of kinky
thing to do, isn't it!"  Jennifer thought.  "He'd *better* appreciate this!"

Jennifer lifted up her dress and turned around.  She moved so that her
crotch was right over the two phalluses.  Carefully, she sat down, letting
both of them find an orifice.  "All the way," she heard him whisper.

Finally, she was all the way down on the two dildoes.  They felt cool, and
slid inside of her more easily than she could have believed possible.  The
feel of the dildoes was starting to make her hot.  When she was done, the
flesh between her pussy and anus was now touching the cold rectangle of
metal.  She was surprised to hear the low hum of a mechanical device.  To
her surprise, she felt the pole underneath her start to slowly move up.

Jennifer shot him a panicked look, but Richard smiled reassuringly at her.
The dildoes could not go any further into her, because the metal plate acted
like a very narrow seat for her.  She kept going higher and higher and
higher...

It stopped only when her legs were fully extended out underneath her.  If
she unbent her knees at all, she felt her weight start to concentrate
uncomfortably in that tiny region of flesh that touched the metal.  As she
was already standing in her tiptoes in these six plus inch stiletto heels,
there was no way that she could get the dildoes out of her.

I'm stuck here, she thought to herself.  Richard, still smiling, took a
place across from her, some fifteen feet away.

By the time that this was done, the next procession had come down the
aisle.  But this was not a couple.  Instead, it was just one person in a
bridesmaid dress like her own, being escorted by Becky the french maid.
But the nipples poking through the holes in the bridesmaid dress looked
fake, somehow.  The corset looked to be very tight around the waist, but
the final figure was not that dramatic.  And the face...

It had enough stubble that she knew that it had to be a man.  And...it
looked like one of the men that Richard had over that Friday night...
John!

There were two poles with dildoes left on her right side that were not
occupied.  Becky did not lead him over to the poles.  Instead, she unscrewed
the front dildo from its socket, and replaced it with something resembling
a penis sheath that would stick out horizontally instead of vertically.
After she had done this, he picked up his dress and turned around.  Jennifer
could see that he wore matching purple patent boots that had heels at least
as high as her own, if not higher.  John rolled his eyes at Jennifer
briefly, sighed, and slowly sat down on the rear dildo.  When he was done,
Becky reached under his dress and guided his penis into the sheath that
now was a part of the device.

Just as had happened to her, the pole started to raise up.  As this was
happening, Becky turned and walked back up the aisle.  Jennifer noticed
that there was no one standing across the aisle from him.

Let's see...Jennifer tried to remember the names of the people here while
she shifted and tried to find a more comfortable way to stand.

The first man was Collin, the young man that she had remembered.  He stood
across from the woman that was Jennifer's age.  Then there was Ben across
from the woman in her thirties.  Then Richard of course, looking at her as
she fidgeted.  She felt herself actually blush at the attention.

On my other side is John, the bridesmaid.  That leaves...she wasn't able to
remember the last one.

A couple walked down the aisle.  The name Adam came to mind.  A woman in
her late twenties held his arm and traveled down the aisle with him.  She
was dressed as the rest of the bridesmaids.  She seemed to be walking
unsteadily in her footwear.

Adam guided her to the last empty double dildo pole, and helped her get on
it.  That one too raised up, and made her stand up at attention as Adam
took up a place across from her.

The music changed to a wedding march.  Jennifer looked towards the entrance,
and saw a pair that was very slowly traveling down the aisle.  Jennifer
looked the other way, and saw that Arnold, the very convincing transvestite
french maid, was standing on the platform waiting for them.

A low hum started in the dildo in her vagina.  Jennifer looked over to
Richard.  He only put his finer to his lips and shook his head.

The vibrations grew in intensity as the couple made its way down the aisle.
She thought that she heard vibrations coming from both sides of her, as
well.  Jennifer looked at the woman on her left, and saw that she was
clenching her teeth.  John on her other side was fidgeting and twisting
back and forth, setting his vinyl skirt swaying.

Jennifer was having a very hard time staying silent and keeping still when
the bride and groom walked by.  The groom was wearing a metal studded
leather collar, shiny black leather gloves, and a pair of black leather
shorts.  There was a hole in his shorts, and his erect penis was standing
out at attention, with a slight upward angle.  In his hands, he held a
chain that connected to a leather collar around the bride's neck.

The bride caught Jennifer's attention.  There was a very filmy white veil
over her, but it was so translucent that Jennifer could make everything out
underneath it.  The bride was wearing a white leather harness around her
head that had a built in leather blindfold and a gag.  Below that was a
white leather posture collar that kept her from slouching her neck.

She wore a brassiere, of sorts.  It consisted of two strips of leather about
three inches wide that tightly circled the base of each breast.  They were
held in place with straps around her back and her shoulders.  Each nipple
was pushed against a small metal ring that was held tightly in place by
four chains that connected to the leather breast wrap.

At her waist, she wore what was either a very wide white leather belt, or
a very narrow white leather corset.  It looked to be cinched very tightly,
and there was a noticeable bulge of flesh both above and below it.  At both
sides of the belt, there were wide white leather arm cuffs attached.  The
brides wrists were firmly restrained there by the cuffs.

From the front, the bride looked to be wearing a white leather hobble skirt
that extended from waist to floor.  But as she passed, Jennifer saw that
almost all of the back was cut away.  There were buckling straps in back
at the waist, at the knees, and at the ankles.  But other than that, her
entire backside below the waist was open for viewing.

Jennifer also saw that the bride was wearing white patent shoes with over
six inch tall heels.  Her backless leather skirt was buckled so tightly
that she could only step three or four inches at a time.  So that's why
she was taking so long, Jennifer thought.  Jennifer also noticed a strap
that went through the bride's butt cheeks, that did not seem to be a part
of the skirt.  Jennifer concluded that the poor girl was probably wearing
a chastity belt under all that, as well.

The two of them slowly marched by as quickly as the bride could inch along.
Behind the bride, tending the bride's long veil, was the french maid Becky,
in her black satin uniform and black stilettos.  She now had a cord around
her throat that had a key on it.

The trio finally stopped in front of the platform.  The vibrations in her
groin were becoming unbearable.  Just as Jennifer shifted forward enough to
get the vibrations away from her clitoris, the one in her anus started to
quiver ever so slightly.

"Dearly belusted," the pastor/french maid said.  The voice was either that
of a high pitched man or a low pitched woman.  "We are gathered here today
for a joyous event.  We are here witness the joining and coupling of this
man and woman.  Look, all, and witness the bonds of attraction that join
the two of them.

Bonds of attraction...oh God!  Jennifer had to stifle a moan and clench her
teeth.  She looked over and saw that Richard was grinning at her like a
fiend.

"Witness her bridal finery!  Is she not an object of lust?  And witness his
fine show of manhood!  Does he not lust for her?"

The male french maid looked down at the two of them.  "Let us recite our
vows, and take them to heart.  You, Henry, do you take this woman..."

"Yes!  Anytime!  Anyplace!  As often as possible!"  the groom blurted out.

"I'm not done yet," said the pastor/maid.

The four assembled men chuckled.  None of the girls (or John) chuckled at
all.  Jennifer assumed that they were trying to keep the fires in their
groin at bay.

"As I was saying," continued the pastor, in his satin maid's outfit,
stiletto heels, and fishnets.  "Do you, Henry, take this woman, Vicki, to
be your wife and slave?"

"I do!"

"And do you promise to use her as you will, to express your lust and your
deepest fantasies with her, and bring her pleasure like none seen before on
Earth!

"I do!"

"Vicki, I would also ask you to recite your vows, but you cannot right now.
So I will recite them for you."

"I, Vicki, promise to be a willing and sexy companion for Henry.  I will
dress to keep him as horny as humanly possible.  I promise to couple with
him as frequently and as frantically as the limits of my flesh allow.  And
I promise to bring him pleasure like none seen on this earth before!  Grunt
once if you agree."

There was a single grunt from the bride.  Jennifer was frantically clutching
at her dress with her hands, trying to stay under control.  She was sure
that her juices were dripping down the pole and were now probably pooling
on the floor.

"Is there a key for the bride?"  the pastor/maid Arnold asked.

"There is," said the french maid Becky.  She took it off of her neck and
handed it to Henry.

"You may disrobe the bride," the pastor/maid instructed.

Henry threw back her veil and quickly unbuckled her hobble skirt.  As it
fell to the floor, Jennifer saw that she had guessed right.  The bride wore
a white leather chastity belt under the backless hobble skirt.  Eagerly, he
put the key into the heart shaped lock in the front of the belt and removed
it from her.

"You may now take the bride," the pastor/maid Arnold instructed.  "And the
assembled masses can now voice their pleasure at the event."

Almost in unison, the five purple dressed women and one man let out groans
and moans of pleasure.  Henr    d already lowered his bride to the floor and
was now frantically thrusting away inside of her.

"Remember, guests!"  said the maid/pastor.  "No fornicating on the grounds
except for the bride and groom.  If you truly must, please leave.  Of
course, you are all welcome to witness the blessed event for as long as you
like."

Jennifer saw the older gentleman Ben go over to his companion and bodily
lift her off of the dildoes.  The woman staggered as Ben eagerly led her
out the door.

All the others left except for Richard and the male bridesmaid John.  He
was grunting and groaning in his predicament just as desperately as Jennifer
was.

"There's no one to let him down," Jennifer thought.  She looked over to
Richard, who, Jennifer thought, should have taken her off of her stand and
hauled her out to the car.  But instead, he just stood there and smiled as
the two vibrating phalluses made her scream as she reached an orgasm.
"Maybe that was a bad idea," Jennifer thought as the tightness of the
corset affected her after her screaming orgasm and made her head swim.
She felt herself starting to fall...

And felt Richard's strong arms catch her bent torso.  He straightened her
out, then lifted off of her double dildo restraint.

Jennifer did not actually pass out from the experience, but felt
lightheaded.  She staggered along in the heels that were impossible to walk
in now.  She caught a glimpse of the bride and groom still going strong as
they left.  The two maids were nowhere to be seen as Richard pulled her
into the limousine and closed the door to the vehicle.

The lightheaded feeling was almost gone after just a minute of riding.
"So," she said to Richard.  "We're no longer on the grounds.  Is fornicating
allowed now?"

He smiled at that as he unzipped the fly on his leather tuxedo pants.
"Driver, take the scenic route back," he said.  Richard threw up her dress,
and even with her soaking wet crotch, she was a bit startled by the force
he used to push her down on the seat and thrust his rock hard penis inside
of her.

She floated higher and higher as he had his way with her.  Jennifer felt
detached from her body, almost like she was an observer.  Her chest labored
against the built in corset, and her legs waved their purple spike heeled
boots in the air.

Two orgasms swept through her in quick succession.  She thought that she
felt him ejaculate, but she was so lost in her own experiences that she
just wasn't sure.  Richard paused afterwards to use his lips and tongue
on her exposed nipples.  She felt an erotic chill pass through her body
as he sucked and played with the two tender points of flesh.

He now dove below her dress, and she felt him probe her drenched pussy.
With lips and tongue...he only toyed with her.  For minutes and minutes,
he brought her ever so slowly up to another moment of ecstasy.

Jennifer heaved and flailed in her corset.  But Richard was patient...his
tongue stayed just millimeters away from that spot that she knew would give
her release.

Suddenly, he was thrusting inside of her again.  The intensity of the long
overdue climax, with the tightness around her chest, was just too much for
her.  Jennifer rolled her head and started to lose consciousness yet again.

"Maybe I'll get to do this with Richard sometime *without* a corset,"
Jennifer thought as the last wisps of consciousness fled.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself on her bed, back in
Richard's mansion.  She was still clothed in her purple vinyl bridesmaid's
outfit.

"God," she said aloud.  Bits of the pleasure from her sexual ordeal with
Richard were still swimming around her mind.

"I wonder if Richard is still up."  She rolled out of bed and used her hands
to straighten out her gown.  She was initially unsteady in her stiletto
heeled boots, but she could walk in them slowly.

She looked at her form in the mirror again.  "I guess that this isn't my
color," she said.  "And it especially doesn't work with this shiny stuff."
"But then again," Jennifer thought, "aren't all bridesmaid's dresses supposed
to be ugly?"

She walked out of her room, and found that the lights were still on.  She
found Richard in his den, talking financial jargon with someone on the
phone.  He noticed her right as she entered the room.

Jennifer sat down in a chair and waited.  Richard was naked from the chest
up.  Below the waist, he still wore the leather pants of his tuxedo.

She waited patiently for ten minutes or so for him to finish his business.
"Jennifer?"  he said.

"I woke up," she said.  "You were wonderful.  But...I have a couple of
questions about this evening."

"I'll answer them if I can," he said.  "Let me write a few things down
first, though."  He scribbled in a notebook for a few seconds.  "I'm done.
What do you want to know?"

"Well, the whole vow renewal thing was...bizzare to say the least."

"Bizzare?  What else did you think of it?"

"Honestly, I think that watching Henry and Vicki go down the aisle did get
me hot," she said, "but I'm not really sure.  It's hard to be objective
about that when there is seven inches of buzzing dildo in your pussy and up
your rear.  I also really wished you would have dragged me off of my little
stand before you did."

"Why?"  he asked.

"Didn't I come in here asking the questions?"  Jennifer thought.  But she
answered anyway.  "I just really wanted you," she said.  "As soon as you
dressed me up, and I wasn't wearing a chastity belt, I started to hope
that... maybe..."

"I didn't let you down, did I?"  he asked.

"Oh, no!!"  she exclaimed.  "But...that's not why I came in here.  I'm
starting to catch on a little.  The thing that I *really* don't get, was
why John was dressed up like a bridesmaid with corset and heels and all,
had a wriggling dildo put up his ass and a vibrator around his penis, and
had to stand there and moan like me."

Richard smiled at that.  "Ah.  There was no way for you to know about
that.  My guess is that he had not made up with his wife yet.  As of Friday,
he was on poor terms with her.  I'm not exactly sure what about, but..."

"I'm missing something," she said.  "Then why didn't he just show up in a
leather tux like the rest of you guys and watch the show?"

"You've heard me say this before, but 'why' is not an easy question to
answer.  Fortunately, this 'why' is easier than your last.  I didn't
actually want to tell you about any of this...but that was before we talked
about...our personal matters."  Jennifer nodded, remembering the stories of
his childhood that he had told her.

"It goes back to when I bought into Fantasy Supreme," he said.  "When I
first bought my shares, I showed up for the monthly stockholder's meetings.
Very little actual financial business was discussed at those meetings.  The
rest of the time, the other five men spent their time telling lies about
their kinky sexual exploits.

"The genesis of it all was my idea, actually.  I was the youngest one of
them, the one with the least exposure to others.  But...that means I had
a few original ideas stashed away."  Richard said that with a broad smile.

"I suggested that we change the actual stockholders meetings for Fantasy
Supreme to twice a year.  That way, maybe we could at least do it over
lunch or something.  As for the exploits...I suggested a game to 'prove'
some of these exploits."

"The other five haggled over details, but none of them could back out.
They had built up their stories so high, and backing out would have been an
admission of failure.  I was gracious, and suggested that we wait one month
before starting the game."

"Here are the rules as they were, and they are very similar to the rules we
use now.  Each of us initially at that stockholder's meeting, designed
anywhere from two to ten kinky outfits as best we could.  Some were pretty
tame, similar to the outfit that you wore your first day of work.  Others
were more challenging for someone to wear, like the red rubber hobble dress
you wore when you greeted them all at the door.  A few were even wilder
yet."

"It really didn't matter how many any of us designed them or how bizarre
they were.  We took all of these outfit ideas, and put them into envelopes.
The envelopes were then mixed.  Each of us drew one, and the rest were put
into storage."

"We each read the designs that we drew.  It was possible to draw your own
design...I did, actually.  Now that we knew what the outfit was, we each had
to convince a female to willingly wear the outfit in front of all six of us.
We would do this by meeting on six consecutive friday nights, one night at
each of our homes."

"The host would have to produce this woman dressed up in the outfit that he
had randomly picked.  She could not be coerced, indimidated, or threatened
in any way.  She had to do it of her own free will.  We also decided that
the woman could not be hired to do the job."

Jennifer thought about that.  "What about me?"  she asked.

"We amended the rules later," said Richard.  "I'll get to that.  But if the
host was *not* able to produce a woman in the outfit, he had to wear it
himself!"

She thought about it.  This game had been going on for how long?  Several
years, at least.  Richard had not had a companion for much of that time.

"Your closet full of clothes?"  she asked.

"Almost half of the feminine ones were collected as a part of our game," he
said.  "The rest I had made on various whims."

She thought about that for a while.  "But...what if the outfit had a plug,
or something on the nipples, if you know what I mean?"

Richard nodded.  "We came up with a list of modifications for situations
like that."

"What if the host didn't have a girl, and didn't dress up?"  she asked,
curiously.

"We have a 'three strikes' rule," he said.  "Nothing has to be done if
someone wimps out up to twice a year.  People do get sick, and schedule
conflicts arise.  Sometimes a Friday night get together can be moved a few
days.  But if someone would strike out three times in a year, the other
five could decide on a suitable action...up to and including taking all of
their Fantasy Supreme stock away and not inviting them to play any more."

"That only came up once, with Collin.  He *really* doesn't like to dress up
for us.  He earned three strikes when his luck with women was down.  But we
came up with an alternative punishment.  The rest of us decided that he
would have to go through a solid week locked up in a straightjacket.  We
didn't care how he handled his appointments or who wiped his ass.  We also
randomly checked to make sure that he was really locked up in it all the
time.

"Collin agreed, and managed it.  He was rather fragrant afterwards, now
that I remember it," Richard said with a smile.  "He is also a little more
tolerant of dressing up than he used to be."

"What about the rule change?"  she asked.

"Collin actually suggested allowing hired women to dress up," Richard said.
"We debated it, and agreed to allow it in a very limited form.  Essentially,
any such agreement must be formally written up.  The woman must agree to be
'on duty' for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for at least a year.  She
must also know that she can walk out at any time with no questions asked.
They also closed the loophole that I used.  The woman cannot be an employee
of Fantasy Supreme.  I found Susana before that rule was passed."

"The woman also cannot be under serious financial distress," he said.
"Otherwise, they might be effectively 'coerced' into staying because they
need the money so badly.  That rule is one reason why I was leery about you.
I checked into your financial background.  You were unemployed and a few
months behind, but nowhere near the money problems that I've seen.  You had
no mounting credit card debts, your car was paid off, and no one was trying
to repossess your soul.  Actually, I took care of all of your bill problems
and had someone clean up your apartment.  If you wanted to, you could walk
out right now, debt free, and with a handful of cash."

Jennifer had already thought about that possibility.  "No.  I'll stay
awhile," she said with a smile.

"As long as you remember that when your in this house, it's my rules," he
said.

"I remember," she said.  "But...tonight wasn't a friday night.  And it
wasn't anything like one of your Friday night get-togethers," she said.

"Ah.  Another rule change.  We decided to spice things up after the first
year.  Each of us was allowed one 'holiday' during the year.  More if
everyone agreed to it.  During this holiday, the host was able to make up
the rules for the event, as long as he told everyone about them ahead of
time.  It could be just about anything, as long as the rules were the same
for all the guests.  The host did *not* have to be playing by the same
rules.  If someone didn't show, they had a strike against them.  But if the
host made up rules so insane that no one showed up and played, the *host*
had a strike marked against them.

"In the case of Henry and Vicki, the rules were that there had to be a
bridesmaid there from each of us, dressed like you are, that would sit
quietly on the dildoes during the ceremony.  If we couldn't produce one,
we had to do it ourselves.  I only have to remind you of John.

"In this particular case, the bridesmaid needed to be assisted off of his
or her...stimulator.  I think that Henri and Vicki probably left John on
there for quite some time, actually.  He might be heading home now,
depending upon how long the newlyweds decide to honeymoon.  John probably
would never admit it to my face, but I bet he enjoyed it immensely.  He
just can't bear to do something like that without being able to blame it on
someone else.  His masculine ego, or something similar.  On a side note,
Henri and Vicki trade roles every year."

That made Jennifer pause for a moment.  But it was nothing compared to the
pastor!  She decided to ignore it and continue.  "Do you have a 'holiday?'"
she asked.

Richard looked off into space.  "I did, back when Susana and I were married.
She even dressed up for me for a year on our Fridays.  Then she started to
refuse as she became more and more into her newfound dominatrix role.  It's
not that I wouldn't have done it on my own...but it was just the heartless,
cold way that she treated me.  It was like the Susana that I knew and loved
was swallowed up by the dominatrix, so utterly that I couldn't recognize the
woman that I fell in love with...like she was so in love with her new self
that she couldn't see who I was anymore."

Richard stared off for the longest time.  "I guess that she's happy now.
From what I understand, she has two loyal slaves now that positively spoil
her rotten.  The ice has thawed some as well.  I suppose that once she felt
confident in her new role, she could show her real self again.

"The real mistake was holding on for as long as I did.  I should have just
accepted what she was becoming, given her a kiss, and cherished the memories
for what they truly were.  But I just couldn't..."

Richard stopped his soliloquy and put his face in his hands.  She could
hear the distress in his voice as he remembered his ex-wife.

"It's all right," Jennifer said.  "What should I say?"  she wondered.  Is
he about to cry or something?

She remembered an article in one of her magazines that mentioned that it
was very hard to get guys to talk about their true feelings.  Many of them
were scared by deep emotions, and would flee rather than deal with them.

I don't want him to flee, or send me away, she thought.  Then again, this
is the first time that a man has opened himself up this much to me.  I
wouldn't know if the article was gospel truth or a complete crock.

"We were talking about the games that you six guys play," she said, changing
the subject.  "How did it start for you?  Did you have a woman back then to
dress up for you?"  she asked.

Richard took a deep breath, and uncovered his face.  "Actually, no.  It was
also decided that because I was the one to propose it, I should kick it
off.  I had designed my own outfit, and I had to wear my own outfit.  I
couldn't hire someone to wear it for me, but I did hire someone to help me
get into it and out of it!"

"Do you still have it?"  Jennifer asked.

"I'm a packrat about things like that.  I think I still have every kinky
outfit that I ever wore."

"Would you show me?"  she asked.  "It would mean a lot to me."

Richard looked at her.  "I haven't looked at that in a *long* time.  I think
that it is in storage in the basement.

The basement...I haven't been there yet.  She remembered that there was one
door that she had never been behind.  Richard took her by the arm and
supported her in her towering heels.  Sure enough, they ended up at the
mysterious locked door.

Richard took a keyring out of his pocked and unlocked it.  Jennifer watched
carefully, and saw that he left it unlocked.  He flipped on a switch just
inside the doorway and the stairway down was now very well illuminated.

Carefully, Richard guided her down the stairway.

They ended up in the middle of a long hallway.  "That way," he said,
pointing to her left, "I have a private bondage dungeon, some S&M equipment,
and two rooms that are unfinished playrooms.  They had much more use when
Susana was here."

"Shhhh...we don't have to bring her up," said Jennifer.

Richard nodded.  "But this way," he said, "I have stored just about
everything that I've had designed, or tried on once, or had someone her try
on once.  Several times I had girlfriends that didn't work out.  Every time,
early on, I jumped to conclusions about the relationship and had dozens of
sexy outfits made up for them."  The two of them slowly walked forward, and
they passed the first of four doors.  "They are behind this door.  I have
them very roughly organized by size, style, and material...just in case."

"The next one is unused," he said.  "I'll show you all of these in detail,
but if I did it tonight, we would be down here until sunrise.  This third
door holds apparel of mine that is more masculine in intent.  The door at
the end, where we are approaching, holds my feminine kinky materials.  I
had a number of things made up in anticipation of one of the guys needing
to dress up at the last second.  Sometimes, they managed to get someone at
the last second."

Richard opened the door and turned on the light.  She was expecting to see
kinky outfits strewn everywhere.  Jennifer was disappointed to see that the
walls were lined with unmarked drawers of varying sizes.  "How is it
organized?"  she asked.

"I use the Richard Hane random access system," he said.  "I remember where
eighty percent of things are.  I search frantically for the other twenty
percent, if I care enough about it."

Richard guided her to a drawer near the entrance.  "I bet this is it," he
said.  He grabbed the rather large drawer by the handle and slowly pulled
it out.

Jennifer was surprised to see that the drawer came out almost six feet.
She saw several items on it, that Richard brought out one at a time.

The first items looked like high heeled shoes.  I've seen enough of those
around here, Jennifer thought.  Maybe six inch heels, maybe less, she
thought.

The next thing that he pulled out looked like a cross between a corset and
a hobble skirt.  As he turned it around for her to examine, she realized
that it served both functions.  It would extend from ankle to the armpits,
and laced up the back.  There were several buckling straps along each side
that would probably restrain the arms quite nicely against the sides of the
body.

The last item was a helmet.  It had open eyeholes, and noseholes.  At the
mouth, there was a removable gag with a breathing hole.  On the inside of
the gag there was a very short but wide phallus that would keep the mouth
quite open.  All three items looked to be made of shiny black vinyl.

"Wow," she said.  "You wore that?"

"Indeed I did," he said.  "I didn't get into it on my own, though."

"How could you sit down in that?"  she asked.

"Sit down?"  he replied.  "You must be kidding!"

Jennifer examined the hobble corset dress.  As she looked at it, she saw
that there was a sheath in the front, where a man's penis could stick out.
The sheath appeared to be held on only with snaps and could probably be
removed...  Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind.  If she only had
guts to go through with it...

"Why don't you bring it upstairs?"  she asked.

"Why?"  Richard asked.  "It certainly won't fit you.  Though I'm sure I
could get one..."

"That's not what I mean," she said.  "I'd like to see what you looked like
that first time," she said.  "It's probably the closest thing you have to a
prom picture," she said.  "Or showing off your prom dress, as the case may
be."

Richard looked at her for a long second, and she started to feel
uncomfortable with her scheming.  "All right," he said.  "It *has* been a
long time since I've worn this."

Jennifer carried the shoes and the helmet, while Richard dragged the corset
dress up the stairs.  Richard closed the door behind him, but did not lock
it.

He led the two of them up to his bedroom.  "What first?"  she asked.

"Shoes first," he said.  Richard sat on his bed and put the shoes on his
feet.  He walked around for a bit, experimentally.  Jennifer could see in
the mirror that their shoes were about the same height.

There was a front busk on the dress, and Richard opened it up.  "You will
need to help me with this," he said.

It was a challenge, but he managed to wriggle his way into it.  He ended
up standing up, supporting himself against the bedposts with his arms.  He
did some more wriggling while staring at his crotch, and she assumed that
he was getting his penis in the sheath.

She closed the busks up for him, in front, then began the slow and laborious
process of lacing up the back.  "God, this is a lot of work!"  she said.

"Now you know how I feel," he said.

A bit of revenge was flowing through her thoughts.  She spent close to a
half of an hour tightening up everything that she could.  By the time that
she was done, he was laboring for breath himself against his corset.

Poetic justice, she thought to herself.  As he stood there with his hands
against the post, Jennifer picked up the helmet and slid it over his head.
She deliberately did not remove the gag.

Richard let her put it on and lace it up fully in back.  "We're not done
yet," she said.  Jennifer guided one of his arms into the straps against his
corset.  She buckled his arm to the corset near the shoulder, just above
the elbow, and at the wrist.  Then, she did the same thing to his other arm,
leaving him teetering in six inch heels without being able to move his feet
an inch in any direction.  From ankle to armpit, he could not bend at all.

Jennifer saw that he was about to fall, and made sure that he fell onto his
bed.  She managed to push him all the way on his bed, lying on his back.

"Finally!"  she thought to herself.  "Finally *you're* the one tied up and
helpless!"

The taste of anticipation on her lips was sweet, indeed.

She heard him trying to talk through his gag.

Jennifer walked around the bed and looked down at the black vinyl encased
Richard.  He turned his head and looked up at her.  "I can't hear you very
well," she said with a smile on her face.  This would be fun!  But...I don't
really want him to get all pissed off about this, she thought.

"Richard," she said.  "You seem to be in a bit of a bind," she said, smiling
at her little joke.  "All those closures and lacings on your outfit are *so*
complicated.  I'm just a dumb woman.  It would take me forever to figure
them out," she said, doing her best blond bimbo imitation.

"But, I know you might be getting very upset about this.  I just want to
have a little fun now that you're the one in distress.  I promise that by
morning, I will let you out of it."  She looked down at him, and could not
read the look in his eyes.  "If you *truly* can't trust me to do this,
clench your right fist, and I'll start to get you out right now.  But if
you don't mind going along with your dirty minded maid, clench your left
fist."

Richard didn't clench either for almost a minute.  "Can't decide?"  she
asked.  Finally, he made a fist with his left hand, and a thrill went
through her.

Jennifer was smiling broadly.  She looked at Richard's bound form one last
time.  He had six plus inch black stiletto heels on his feet, a very tight
black vinyl corset that went from ankles to armpits, and a black vinyl hood
with eye holes, nose holes, and a gag.  His arms were attached to the sides
of the corset by buckling straps, and could not move from their places.
Out of the middle front of the corset, a black vinyl penis sheath was
erect.  It could be unsnapped from the corset...something that Jennifer
relished the thought of.  "I have something else for you to think about.
I am going to get out of this purple vinyl bridesmaid's dress and boots,
and run around the house naked for a while.  That means that I will be out
of uniform, breaking the rules.  Just imagine how you are going to have to
punish me for that!"  she said, and gave him a kiss on his exposed neck.

Jennifer left his room, walking slowly in the six and a quarter inch stiletto
heeled boots.  She made it back to her room, and started the laborious
process of unlacing herself from her dress and boots.

Maybe twenty minutes later, she was free of them.  "Now what?"  she wondered
aloud.  "I want to wear something to really turn him on."  The thought of
wearing the black rubber maid's outfit did not appeal to her, because
Jennifer also wanted to surprise him.  "I could check out his stash
downstairs," she said aloud.  Maybe there I could figure out what would turn
him on best.  I'm sure that the outfits that he designed himself would
really turn him on!

Jennifer walked out of her room, and detoured to Richard's room before.
"Look!"  she said, walking over to him.  "Out of uniform!"  She scampered
out, and went to the basement.

She opened up the door to the ex-girlfriend's outfits, and turned on the
light.  This one was also row after row of drawers.  However, there were
labels on these drawers, as well as lists of contents.

Jennifer slowly walked around the room and surveyed the labels for themes.
"Let's see, high heels are everywhere, and corsets are almost everywhere.
I knew that already."  She continued to look, and saw some other themes.
"Hmmm...it seems that about half of these say 'hobble skirt,' and most of
the ones that don't say that say 'tight skirt' instead.  Richard really
likes that, doesn't he," she said.

That presented Jennifer with a problem.  She wouldn't mind wearing one,
but that would get in the way with what she wanted to do with Richard.
"Aha!"  she said, as she spotted another label.  '6" shoes, size 8 1/2.
Corset, black, satin, 19" (autocorset ready).  Hobble skirt, black, rubber.
Full back 2-way zipper.'

"That's it!"  she said, opening up the drawer.  The corset was smaller than
she had worn yet, but she wouldn't have to lace it all the way up.  She
just wanted a skirt that was easy to remove when she wanted to.

She pulled out the contents of the drawer.  The shoes had the familiar
locking mechanism that she was used to.  The rubber hobble skirt fit the
description.  It looked that it would fit her very tightly, but there was
a zipper that extended from floor to waist, with zippers on the top and
bottom.

The corset had her confused.  It would extend from the top of her butt to
the middle of her breasts, with half breast cups and a high back.  But
there were no lacings at all, and no opening in back.  Instead, in front,
there were two metallic strips with metal loops on the very top and bottom.
Projecting from one of the strips were a half dozen very short metal rods
that ended in hooks.  They looked like they would enter the other metal
strip via a very thin slot in the metal.  Between the metal strips, there
was a very long tongue of black satin material.

There was one more thing in the drawer.  This looked to be some sort of
mechanical device, with two electric motors and a pair of short blunt metal
hooks for each motor.  There was an electrical plug for a wall outlet.

Something clicked with Jennifer.  "Ah!  The motors will pull the corset in
place, then the little hooks will hold it closed.  This will be much easier
than lacing.  She took her outfit and the device and ran up to her room.

First, she put on the shoes and locked them in place.  Her next project was
the corset.  She first had to put the corset around her body.  Then, she
attached the hooks of the corsetting device to the loops on the front of
the corset.  She made sure that the tongue of black satin would protect
the flesh at the front of her chest from being caught between the metal
strips.  Last, she plugged the device into the wall.

There was the whining of electrical motors, but nothing seemed to happen.
She brought her hands up to the front of the corset, and found that it was
indeed closing slowly.

Her breath became more and more labored as the motors labored.  She had to
grab ahold of one of her bedposts and pant as the two metal strips neared
each other.  "Wasn't I planning to leave the lacings open?"  she whispered
aloud as the machine neared the end.

"Click.  Clickclickclickclick.  Clickclickclickclickclickclick.  The motors
on the device suddenly stopped.  Somehow, Jennifer managed to disconnect the
machine from her corset and put it on the dresser.

She had to rest before putting on the skirt.  She wanted to make a good
entrance, so she left the bottom zipper at the floor.  Jennifer unzipped
the top zipper, and managed to wriggle inside of it while sitting on the
bed.  She stood up, and zipped it up in front of her.

The skirt was tighter than she had guessed.  Her feet could only take four
inch steps in the skintight rubber hobble skirt.  As she made for the door,
she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Locked on six inch patent spiked heel shoes adorned her feet.  Just above
them, an ultra tight shiny black hobble skirt began, and went all the way
up to her nineteen inch corsetted waist.

This black satin corset was the most extreme that she had ever worn.  After
the machine had done its work, there was no obvious opening in the corset.
Her ultra narrow waist was countered by a very full chest.  The breast cups
kept the breasts upright and perky, and the top half of each nipple was
visible.

"This ought to get him hard," she said as she slowly walked out of his room.

The heels and skirt were so restrictive, that it must have been ten minutes
before she arrived at Richard's room.  Jennifer was becoming hot in the
crotch with anticipation, and this was without the aid of any intrusive
vaginal devices.

She slowly opened up his door, and she saw him crane his head around.  He
couldn't see her quite yet.

"I'm sorry for the wait," she said.  "But I had to get done up all special
for you," she said.

When he caught full sight of her, she swear that she saw the sheath on his
black vinyl body corset move.  Jennifer smiled at this.  "Do you like?"  she
asked.

There was a mumbled response from her gagged employer.  Ever so slowly, she
walked over to him.  "I thought that you would appreciate this," she said
breathlessly.  The breathless part was more because of the corset than by
design.

Jennifer sat down on the bed and wriggled over next to him.  Richard was on
the center of the bed, so that by the time that Jennifer was next to him,
she was entirely on the bed herself.  She sat down next to his crotch, and
angled her lower body towards his upper body so that he could get a very
clear look at what she was wearing.  Jennifer raised her ankles up and
wriggled her shoes around for him to see.

"Are you a little excited by this?"  she asked as she put one of her hands
on his vinyl sheathed penis.  It barely moved at all.  "Maybe we'll just
have to do something about it.  Slowly, ever so slowly, she unsnapped the
sheath that kept his manhood chained in place.

It took her some effort to get the sheath off of his manhood.  When it was
off, she saw why.  His erect penis was bigger around than the width of the
sheath.  He must have been mighty uncomfortable!  Jennifer thought.

Slowly and gently, she used her hands to stroke his penis.  It was rock
hard, and hot under her touch.  "I'm not going to make it easy on you," she
thought, remembering Richard's teasing tongue.

Several minutes of gentle stroking left him hard.  She thought she felt
something twitch inside of his black body corset, so she stopped and grinned
at him.  "Close?"  she asked.

His only reply was a groan.  Jennifer wriggled around and managed to lie
down on her front.  Her corsetted and rubber skirted rear was right next
to his head.  She twitched her butt muscles and wriggled her legs when she
knew that he was looking.

Jennifer leaned over him and brought her tongue into play.  She licked around
the base of his penis, then ever so gently licked the underside of his penis
while holding the base with one of her hands.

She felt it twitch in her hands.  Semen suddenly shot out of his intensely
erect penis and hit the mirror some fifteen feet away.

"Christ!"  she said aloud as he continued to spew forth his fluids.  A good
amount of it made a mess on his black vinyl corset dress.  She heard him
moan and try to wriggle within his confining outfit.  But he had designed
it too well and all he could do is rotate his high heeled feet.  I guess
this kinky stuff *really* turns him on, she thought.  I've never even heard
of a guy coming that easily.  As she tried to breath in the corset, Jennifer
realized that 'easily' was a matter of perspective.

"What a mess you've made!"  she said in mock anger.  She took the corner of
a bed sheet and used it to wipe the thick fluid off of his corset.  "What
am I to do with you?"  she asked.

Richard's penis started to become limp.  All that she had to do was wriggle
her butt and bring her hobble skirted legs even closer to his face.  His
penis was instantly hard again.  "Again?"  she asked.  "I don't know about
this.  I think that you've been a bad boy.  Do you deserve any more tonight?
Maybe I should just put the sheath on you and prance around in front of you
for awhile.  What do you think?"

Richard let out a long, incomprehensible groan.  "Well, if you put it *that*
way," she said.  Let's just see how hot my outfit and his makes him, she
thought.

She brought her head down on his groin, and brought her lips down on the
underside of his penis, near his base.  She gently sucked, but didn't move
up the length of his penis or use any hard pressure.

Jennifer did this for maybe ten minutes, while wriggling her lower half
around in front of him.  She was about to try something else when she felt
a familiar twitching in his penis.

Another wad of semen was ejected from his penis.  This one only made it to
the edge of the bed.  Again, while moaning in pleasure, he made a mess of
his shiny black corset.

"I just don't know what I'm going to do with you," she said, shaking her
head.  "No self control at all."

Jennifer decided to see what kind of limits Richard had.  She didn't even
bother to clean him up.  Instead, she sat back up and grabbed ahold of his
penis.  With full pressure and range of motion, she used her hand like a
piston to stimulate him.

She had to switch hands, but forty minutes brought three climaxes.  "Are
you sure that you haven't starred in a porn movie?"  she said.  His response
was mumbled.  Richard's penis, although moderately large, did not have the
superhuman mass that she had seen in her two X-rated movie experiences.  And
after the third time, it took her less than a minute of rubbing her rubber
clad legs against his bare arm and stroking his penis to bring it back to
full hardness again.

"And to think that I've been wasting all of that," she said.  Jennifer leaned
back on the bed, and unzipped her skirt.  She slithered out of it, showing
her bare legs and dripping crotch in stark contrast to her extreme black
satin corset and long six inch spiked heels.  Moving carefully in her corset,
she straddled his slick black vinyl corsetted body and guided his erect
penis into her wet and waiting receptacle.

"Ooooh," she said as it slid in.  She gently moved her hips back and forth
against the slick vinyl.  She moved his penis back and forth inside of her,
bringing it up against her aching clit.

It only took her a few minutes to reach her height of pleasure.  When she
was there, she collapsed on top of him, with his penis still inside of her,
and struggled to regain her breath against the extreme tightness of her
corset.

She could feel him trying to thrust, but the corset held his legs and torso
rigid.  All he could do was thrash his shoulders about, clench his fists,
and twitch his high heeled feet about.

At least I can recover between orgasms, she thought to herself.  Even if I
am wearing a corset, I don't have to screw until I pass out!  She righted
herself and looked down at him.  "Is something wrong?"  she asked.

There was only a short groan from Richard.  Jennifer resumed her grinding
and sliding, and it took her less than ten minutes to reach orgasm again.

Again she collapsed on top of him to recover.  He was still rock hard inside
of her.  It took Jennifer longer to recover this time.

The third time, as she orgasmed, she finally felt him shooting his sexual
fluids inside of her.  She smiled as she collapsed on top of him yet again.

"Was that good for you?"  she asked as she recovered from this experience.
Richard moaned a great long moan through his gag.

"I'll be back," she said as she disengaged from him.  She had to truly
concentrate to walk in the heels with echoes of sexual pleasure still
bouncing around her body.  She went to the bathroom, took a wet washcloth,
and soaked it with warm water.  Jennifer cleaned herself up, then Richard.

She was not quite in the mood to continue yet.  So, she returned to the bed,
and wriggled her way back into the rubber hobble skirt.  "You like me to
wear this?"  she asked him.  A half erect cock that suddenly reached a full
erection was her answer.

Jennifer teased the tip of his penis with her fingers for the longest time.
Then, she unzipped the skirt and found her position on top of him once again.

He's going to get no sleep tonight, Jennifer vowed.  But for that matter,
neither will I.

Jennifer was lying on top of the still bound and corsetted Richard, almost
but not quite snoozing in her own ultratight corset and heels, when she saw
the sun starting to poke through his almost closed curtains.

"Morning?"  she said, wearily.  Richard's penis was still inside of her.  It
wasn't very hard at the moment, but a bit of grinding on her part brought it
to life.

There was mumbling from inside Richard's gag.  "Time to let you out," she
said wearily as she slid off of the black vinyl that still covered his body.
Before starting that, she teetered in her heels over to the bathroom and
cleaned herself up with a washcloth.

Jennifer walked back over to the bed and started to untie his arm.  It took
her a minute or so to do that.

Richard immediately reached over and started to work on the restraints of
his other arm.  "Turn your head," said Jennifer.

He did so, and she unlaced his black hood from his head.  A minute later,
both of his arms were free and he was able to talk for the first time in
hours.

"Did you have fun?"  he said.  She wasn't sure if there was sarcasm in his
voice or not.

"I would have to say yes," she said.  "You might want to roll over on your
side so I can work on those back lacings."  Between the two of them, Richard
managed to roll over onto one side.  Jennifer sat down behnd him and started
to undo the very tight lacings.  "How long were you in this thing when you
first wore it?"  she asked.

"Not this long," he said.  There was a pause as she worked on some stubborn
lacing.  "You can truly be a devious woman, you know?"  he said.

"Why, thank you!"  she said.  "So, have I been a bad girl?  How are you
going to punish me?"  she asked.

"Oh, I know that I will think of something appropriate," he said.  "And
*long*.  You still have one stored up from when you went into my closet."

"Did you like my outfit?"  she asked.

"Yes, I did," he asked.  "I was very surprised to see you in the corset," he
said.  "You managed to figure out how to get into it," he said.  "I think
that I might be able to work the front busks now."

Jennifer and Richard worked on the corset for a couple more minutes, then he
was free of it.  All that was left was the shoes on his feet.

"I'm very tired," said Jennifer.  "And I bet that you are too.  Can you wait
to punish me until we get some sleep?"  she asked.  Richard paused, then
nodded.  "How do I get out of this corset, anyway?"  she asked.

Richard smiled at that.  "There isn't an easy way, actually.  It requires
a very special tool that I'm not sure if I have.  I'll probably have to
have it specially made."

"Have it made?"  she asked.  "How long is that going to take?"  she asked.

"Oh, when I get around to it," he said.  "Now, go get some sleep," he said
as he handed the hobble skirt to her.

"Oh God!"  she said when she was in the hallway.  Even after wearing the
corset for hours, she still thought that it was *damn* tight!  "I bet he
knows exactly how to open this thing up," she said.  "This is just his idea
of a punishment!"  And she'd probably pass out even more easily with his
style of sex.  It was only because she was in control of the pace that she
was able to function sexually in the corset for that length of time

Well, she had asked if he was going to punish her.  It looks like she had
chosen her own punishment.

She was again walking in the clouds, with her impossibly high heels and
dress made of clouds.  The two green birds appeared, circling overhead.

"Beginning!"  screamed one.

"Ending!"  screamed the other.

The two birds dove down onto her, and with several powerful beats of their
wings they blew away her vapory dress.  One of them grabbed her by the
shoulders and lifted her up, while the other tore at the straps of her shoes
with its sharp talons and beak.

"What?"  she said as her shoes fell away.  The birds brought her lower and
lower, closer and closer to the ground.  No, wait, thougth Jennifer.  That's
the ocean that we're over...

"Take a tailfeather," said the one that was not carrying her.  It flew next
to her, within arms reach.  Jennifer reached out and plucked a long full
feather from the creatures tail.  She tucked it behind her ear.

"Remember us," said the one    t was carrying her.  "The feather can help
you."

"Remember!"  screeched the free flying one as she was released from the
bird's grasp.  She fell into the ocean with a mighty spash.

Jennifer found herself in a coral reef, with colors and creatures everywhere.

She inhaled, and found it to be pleaseant and fresh.

A seahorse swam over to her shoulder.  It was less than a foot long.  "Your
prince travels overhead," it said in a squeaky voice.

Jennifer looked down, and saw that she was no longer human.  Instead of
legs, she now had a long, elegant fish tail.  "I'm a mermaid," she said with
wonder.

"Hurry, or you will miss him," it said.

With powerful strokes of her fin, she made her way to the surface.  As she
did, she saw a ship in the distance.  She swam over to it, and saw Richard
at the wheel, as other men scrambled about the rigging.

She dove below water, and found that the seahorse was still there.  "What do
I do?"  she asked.

"Sing for him," he said.  "Sing for his heart."

"Me?  Sing?"  she said.  "I want him to stay, not to run in terror!"

"Sing," the seahorse insisted.

Taking a deep breath, she again surfaced.  The ship was slowly sailing away
from her, picking up speed.

She opened up her mouth, and tried her best to sing.  It started out ragged,
but soon gained an unearthly, hypnotic quality to it.  The ship continued to
receed, so she swam closer and did it again.

The ship continued to pick up speed, and she knew that she couldn't keep up
with it.  Jennifer saw Richard leaning over the back of the ship.  He took
something and threw it towards her.

She submerged and chased after it.  She saw it falling towards the ocean
floor...  With a desperate burst of speed, she swam over and snatched it
before a lurking octopus grabbed it with a tentacle.  Jennifer looked in
her hand, and saw that she had a steel key.

The seahorse was again at her side.  "What is it," she asked it.

"It is the key to his heart," it said.  "But you must find his heart to use
it."

Then the watery world around her started to dissolve, as she slowly awoke
and retured to the real world.

She awoke to the grumbling of her stomach.  Though how it could grumble in
its present predicament was beyond her.  Jennifer managed to get out of
bed.  She found that she had not removed her locked on shoes from her feet
before going to bed.  Oh, well, she thought as she made her way to the
bathroom before heading for the kitchen.

The house was dead as she made her way to the kitchen in her nineteen inch
black satin corset and six inch spiked heels.  Remembering what the corset
did to her appetite, she prepared a very small plate of food from the
selection in the refrigerator.  "Someone should go shopping soon," she
observed.  The clock on the microwave revealed that it was five in the
evening.

The small plate of food satisfied her.  She was surprised to find that she
was getting horny again.  "There must be something to this frequent sex,"
she said.  Jennifer washed her plate off and made her way to Richard's
room.

When she arrived, she found the door unlocked.  Richard was asleep in bed,
naked and without any particular sex toys attached.  The black corset dress
was still next to the bed.

Jennifer was about to close the door and leave when Richard woke up.  "Is
that you, Jennifer?"  he said.

"Who else would it be," she replied as she stepped in.

"What are you doing up?"  he asked.

"I was hungry," she said.  "And, well...I'm horny again, I guess," she said.

Richard laughed at this.  "You are amazing, you know that?"  he said.

She felt herself blushing as he turned on the lights to the room.  "Thank
you," she said, shyly.  Somehow, it was tough for her to take compliments.
She had so few of them that she could remember in her life...

"You are horny again.  Do you have something to suggest?"  he said.  "I'm
not planning to dress in the corset for you again, you know," he said.

Jennifer thought furiously.  Maybe I'll suggest something up his alley.  He
probably won't go for jumping on top of me right now.  He seems to like
elaborate things.  "I remember...when you had me in the red rubber hobble
dress, with the vibrating belt, you told me that I needed to increase my
threshhold for pleasure," she said.  "I seem to remember that you were
coming *very* easily last night.  Maybe you need to work on your self
control, too?"  she asked.

"You have something specific in mind?"  he asked.

An idea crystallized in her mind.  "Why don't we have a contest," she said.
"You remember that timer thingee you had me hooked up to, with the button?
Didn't you say that there was a version that worked for men, too?  Something
about detecting when you ejaculate?"

"Indeed I did," he said.  There was a very pleased look on his face.  "That
devious part of your mind seems to be working in overdrive now.  Have I
created a monster?"

"Actually, I was thinking that we could make it a competition," she said.
That ought to appeal to his male ego.  "First one to get their timer down to
zero wins."

Richard thought about that.  "Intriguing.  I like it.  Anything else?  What
does the winner get?"  he asked.

"I'm not sure what the winner gets.  I was figuring that you have all sorts
of automatic locks and such.  Can you rig it that each of us can't get out
till the timer reaches zero?"  she asked.

"My, you *are* thinking!  I could do that.  It would take me ten minutes or
so to assemble the parts."

"Also," she said, thinking furiously, "we sit facing each other...and wear
what we want," she said, with sudden inspiration.

"A minor detail," he said, fully awake.  "But let me add a detail.  Let's do
it blind...and turn the timer readouts away from us, so that there is no way
to tell how much time is left.  But what about the reward for winning?"  he
asked.

"Well, I bet that we both want very different things if we win," she said.

"Very well then," Richard said.  "You can name your prize now, and I will
name mine.  You first?"

"Alright.  I want you to get this corset off of me, and spend all day
tomorrow making love to me *without* any corset on me!"  she asked.  "I want
to experience it withouth passing out!  And when I say making love, I mean
no sex toys, vibrating or not!"

Richard grinned and chuckled.  "I hear you!  Ah, but I get such a charge out
of watching a damsel faint under my gentle touch," he said.

"Try it without the corset then," she said.

"Very well.  But if I win..."  he said, "You spend tomorrow with the corset,
and will be touched *only* by vibrating sex toys for the whole day."

Ack!  The opposite of what I asked for.  "Get everything set up," she said.

"I think that your double dildo belt is in your bedroom dresser," he said.

"Make sure to make sure your bowels are empty before you put it on.

They sat in Richard's den.  Richard had worn a pair of rubber trousers.
Under that, he had on a chastity belt with vibrating penis sheath and
vibrating butt plug.  His legs were bound to his chair, and his hands were
behind his back.  A wire ran from the metal box that would hold his wrists
together, to the chastity belt, and down to a box that was plugged into the
wall.  This belt of Richards did not cover the head of his penis.  There was
some sort of tiny electrical device that was adhesively attached there that
would sense when he ejaculated, and add to his timer for doing it.

Jennifer was wearing her six and a quarter inch high heels from her maid's
outfit, and the very tight rubber hobble skirt that she had worn last night.
Her legs, too, were bound to the chair.  She was wearing her nineteen inch
corset, but that was not visible under the rubber french maid's outfit that
she had put on over it.  The outfit covered her from crotch to neck, and
down to her hands as well.  She wore rubber gloves, so that the only part of
her flesh that was visible was her face.  "I have on every damn kinky thing
that could possibly turn you on!"  she thought.  Take that and try not to
cum!

Her button was in her hands, and her chastity belt was in place under the
hobble skirt.  "I'm ready when you are," she said.

Both of them wore their bedtime wrist restraints with the odd forks on the
end.  Almost in unison, the two of them plugged in their cuffs.  As the
electronic box detected that they were now bound in place, the vibrators
inside of them came to life.

Jennifer made sure to moan and wriggle against her rubber outfit.  She had
to stop herself after a few minutes, as her wriggling was only making it
worse.

She was going higher and higher...Jennifer looked over at Richard.  His eyes
were not focused, and she saw him trying to breath in a controlled fashion.

Damn you, she thought as the phalluses in her kept bringing her higher and
higher.  Oh, God, here it comes!

Jennifer closed her eyes, twisted and fought, using every last ounce of will
to avoid pushing the button in her hands.  Finally, the avalanche of
sensations started to subside.  She opened her eyes, and looked over at
Richard.

Suddenly, his cock sprang to life.  The vibrations ended for him as his
juices shot out from his penis.  They landed almost directly between her
breasts, and slowly dripped down her rubber outfit.  "Richard!"  she said
aloud.

"This was your idea," he said as his vibrations had not yet resumed.

Jennifer fought again as another wave of pleasure snuck up on her.  "Oh,
please..."  she said.

She simply had to use the button this time.  After she reached her peak,
the vibrations in her came to a halt.  She panted against the corset and
looked over to Richard.

"You have first blood," he said.  "Or semen, as the case may be."

"Yes!!!!!!"  screamed Jennifer as the vibrations stopped in her groin.

Richard's vibrations were still going strong.  "You win, you voluptuous
vixen," he said.

Jennifer bent over as best she could in her outfit and fumbled with the
restraints at her ankles.  She was nearly breathless in her ultratight
corset, but managed to get her legs unbuckled.

She stood up triumphantly in her six inch locked on heels.  There were
several blobs of cum on her, one between her breasts and three on her ever
so tight hobble skirt.  "Look at what a mess you've made," she said, with
her latexed gloved hands on her corset and rubber exaggerated hips.

"You set the stage," he said.  His cock was still hard in his belt as the
vibrator continued to buzz and stimulate it.  She knew that there was another
vibrator attached to a butt plug inside of him.

Jennifer unzipped her hobble skirt and unplugged the cord from her belt.
She walked over to the boxes.  She saw that hers displayed a blinking zero,
while his had thirty minutes still left on it.  He did hit me with his semen
enough times, she thought.

"What about me?"  Richard asked.

"You are done when the timer runs out," she said.

"Oh, you cruel woman," he said.

Jennifer grinned a devious smile as she took her skirt and walked to the
bathroom.  "Let's watch him squirm," she said, as she cleaned wiped up her
black latex maid's outfit and black rubber hobble skirt.

Jennifer walked back to his den, and stopped outside of it to put the hobble
skirt back on.  She left the bottom zipper unzipped up to the knees.  Now,
when she walked in, her ankles were free, but her knees were still almost
immovable against each other.

"Richard," she said as she slinked her way over to him.  "I just wanted to
say goodnight," she said to him.

"Goodnight," he said, with a smile on his face.

"In a special way," she said.  She walked directly in front of him, showing
her full backside to him.  Then she sat down on his lap, and put her latex
covered arms around his chest.

Jennifer pushed her tight rubber covered breasts against him and kissed him
deeply.  He looked surprised by this, but quickly participated in the
kissing.  "How are you doing," she said as she stroked his back with her
black gloved hands.

She saw a shiver go through him.  Jennifer wriggled around on his lap,
making sure to jostle his vibrating penis.  A minute later, her efforts
were rewarded.  He ejaculated yet again, hitting the side of her hobble
skirt.

"It seems like *you* are the one who has to work on their threshhold for
pleasure," she said.

"You twisted woman," he said with a smile on his face.

Jennifer smiled back and stood up.  She walked out of the room, and saw that
his timer now read 53 minutes.  "Goodnight," she said with a smile as she
left the room.

Jennifer returned to her room and took off her hobble skirt.  She cleaned
it up again, then went to the keys on the ring.  "Wait a sec," she thought.

Jennifer went over to the temperature controls in the room and turned the
room down a few degrees, then turned the lights down.  "If he comes in here
in the morning and sees me like this, he'll be hot and ready to go in the
morning."

She was still wearing her special bedtime cuffs from the competition with
Richard.  Jennifer, with the skirt in her hands, worked her way face up to
the center of the bed.  She put the control wire through the skirt and
plugged it into her belt.  Then she slipped the hobble skirt up and zipped
it completely up.

Jennifer wriggled up the bed and fastened her wrists to the chain at the
head of the bed.  She was immediately greeted by a double vibration that
was not normal for her sleeping arrangements.

"This one has *two* vibrators," she said as she wriggled on the bed.  Within
minutes, she was moaning and thrashing as best her rubbery restraints would
allow.

With a final last dying hum, her belt lost power.  Jennifer, awake now,
found that her hands were free of their restraints.

Richard was not yet there.  Jennifer stayed there in bed and turned her body
towards the doorway, waiting for him.

Richard arrived a few minutes later.  When he opened the door, he saw her
all dressed in skintight rubber, from her gloves and maid outfit to her
hobble skirt.  Her shoes were still on as well.  "Would you mind helping me
disrobe?"  she said.  "We have a *busy* day today."

Richard smiled but was silent as he walked in.  He did indeed help her
disrobe, and within twenty minutes she was left only in her corset.  Her
feet felt funny and tight from being in heels so long.  "This too," she
said, pointing at her corset.

Richard took out a long flat metal tool that slid between the locking front
busks.  He moved it back and forth in a way that she could not understand.
Then, he went over to the corsetting device and re-attached it to the front
of her corset.

"I have to tighten the corset slightly to release the hooks," he said, as he
turned it on.

Even another quarter of an inch felt so tight to Jennifer.  He moved the
tool up suddenly, and she felt something change with the corset.

Richard reversed the motors on the corsetting device.  Slowly, the corset
opened up, allowing her to breath fully for the first time in over a day.

"Do you wish to freshen up first, or would you rather start right away," he
said.

The impulse was strong, but she elected to take a quick shower first.  "I
want to really enjoy today," she said.  "I'll just be a few minutes."

When she emerged from the shower, Richard was waiting there with a blindfold.
"What is that for?"  he asked.

"You didn't say anything about blindfolds," he said.  Jennifer sighed, but
allowed him to tie it around her head.

Richard first led her to the kitchen, and fed her a breakfast.  Afterwards,
he led her out of the kitchen.  She found herself navigating a set of stairs
down.  "What are we doing?"  she asked.

"You'll see," he said.  "You won't have to be patient much longer."

"Mmmmm!"  she moaned aloud.

Jennifer was still blindfolded, and now she was tied spread-eagle to an
Xshaped wooden rack.  This rack was below her, supporting her arms, legs,
and torso.  It was padded and comfortable, except for the restraints at the
corners that kept her wrists and ankles in place.

There was no excess material in the rack except what was needed to keep her
in place and about three feet above the floor.  Because of this, Richard was
able to sit on the floor, and his head was right at her wet, waiting crotch.

Richard resumed his work, and continued to nibble on the outside of her
labia.  He slowly worked his way in, starting at the very top of her pussy.

"Oh!"  she moaned aloud.  "That feels *so* good!"  And I won't pass out this
time!  she vowed.

Jennifer lost track of time as he slowly brought his tongue into play.  He
moved it around inside of her, just barely brushing her clitoris.  Then he
turned his attentions elsewhere as she panted.

He did this four more times, and Jennifer moved her hips around, trying to
get his tongue to stay against her pleasure spot.  But he was careful, and
her movements did not get her any closer to release.

"God!"  she said aloud.  "I'm *so* close!"

Richard did not seem to hear her.  He leisurely kept his attention just
above her clit.  He stroked her legs with his hands as he progressed.
Closer, oh, so close...

In his style, he suddenly went from teasing to ravishing.  His tongue now
pushed against her clit, and rapidly wriggled up and down in her wet,
waiting pussy.

It was only seconds before the pleasure took ahold of her.  Her arms and
legs strained against their restraints.  She tried to close her legs around
his head, to get him to stop, but he insistently continued.  "God!  Stop!"
she screamed.  "I can't take this!"

"Stop?"  he asked as he brought his face free of her crotch.  "Do you mean
that the day is over for you?"

"No!"  she said aloud.  Slowly, the pleasure passed through her.

"Only if you tell me not to stop," he said.

"Don't stop!"  she said aloud.  Grinning, he immediately moved his mouth
between her legs and within seconds found her clitoris with his tongue yet
again.

"Richard!"  she screamed out as he sent her soaring again.  He relented this
time as her pelvis bucked around wildly.

"You like?"  he asked.  She could not see the look on his face.

"God yes!"  she said.  "Oh, Richard.  That was wonderful!"

He brought his hands along her legs, then felt her narrow waist and tender
breasts.  Slowly, he massaged them, moving in circles closer and closer to
her nipples.  He paused there for a moment, then let go of her entirely for
a moment.

When she felt him again, his lips were once again at her crotch.

He left her lying there after she had been brought to several heights of
pleasure.  When he returned, he started by kissing her.  First, gently on
the lips.  As she strained up for more, he worked down her neck, then between
her breasts.  Richard lingered a moment at her bellybutton, then worked his
way down her leg.

When he worked his way back up, he again started his slow, gentle massage of
her pussy with his lips.

"Oh, ohohohohoooo!"  she said as his lips brought her to yet another climax.

Jennifer had lost track of the number of times she had felt that.  She was
surprised to feel him untying her from the rack, and taking off her
blindfold.

Her eyes were not accustomed to the light, and she squinted at him.  "It's
lunchtime," he said.  "If you would care to accompany me upstairs, for a
light lunch?"  he asked.

She was on his bed, now.  The six inch heels were locked onto her feet, and
her legs were spread wide by the metal spreader bar.  Jennifer's arms were
held wide apart by another spreader bar, and a chain connected it to the
wall.  Again, she was blindfolded.

Richard was on top of her, slowly thrusting inside of her.  She had no choice
but to spread her legs wide for him, but she wouldn't have it any other way
now.  "Richard," she said aloud.  "Oh, Richard!"

"Yes, Jennifer?"  he replied without missing a long, slow stroke.  He paused
with his penis deep inside of her to gently suck on her nipples.  "Is there
anything I can do for you?"  he asked.

"You're doing it!"  she let out.  "Just keep doing it.  More!"  she pleaded
as he continued his slow, relentless pace.

Richard sped up ever so slowly.  She tried to twist around on the bed, but
couldn't.  "Ooooh!"  she said as she bent her knees as far as they could be
bent.

His pace was no longer leisurely.  Jennifer clenched her fists and twisted
her stiletto heeled shoes around in their restraints.  "I'm sooooo close!"

Richard held his pace right there.  Jennifer twisted and thrashed on the
bed.  She arched her back and tried to move down the bed, to take him inside
of her just that little bit more...

"Aaaaaaaa!"  she exclaimed as every muscle in her body tensed up.  "Please!
Harder!  Please!"  she begged, right on the threshhold.

Richard switched gears, from his relentless beat to a pace of frantic
urgency.  Jennifer went over the top, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Richard paused for only second to let her recover.  Then he pounded into
her again, bringing her to another thunderous peak.

Jennifer thrashed about in her restraints, but could do nothing to affect
the sensations in her crotch.  "Please...!  not... ohhhh!"  she moaned as
another one swept through her sweat covered body.

As she finally felt him ejaculate inside of her, she felt a moment of
triumph.  "I didn't pass out," she said as he pulled out of her.

There was a warm glow of pleasure wandering around under her skin as Richard
released her arms and legs from the bars.

"What now?"  she asked dreamily.  Richard removed her blindfold, but she
didn't bother to open her eyes.

"The day is over, and evening has started," Richard said.  "Come on.  I took
the liberty of ordering pizza for supper.  It's on the table now."

"Pizza!"  she exclaimed.  Her stomach grumbled as Richard unlocked the shoes
from her feet.  "I haven't had that in weeks!"

She opened her eyes and saw that Richard was also naked.  She followed him
out of his room and to the kitchen.

Jennifer grabbed a piece of pizza before she even sat down.  Richard sat
down and joined her.

"You didn't *have* to stop then," she said.

"I might have gone on longer, but we are going to have guests over tonight."

"Guests?"  she asked.  "What guests?"

"Henry and his wife Vicki are coming over.  It seems that he has finally
untied his wife after their renewal of vows, so they can now socialize
again.  He told me that he'd like to use the pool.  He has not yet had one
installed."

"When did you talk to him?"  she asked.

"I returned his message and ordered pizza during our brief breaks," he said.

"I didn't want to be gone for too long, so I kept my calls brief."

Jennifer thought back, and guessed that he would have had enough time to do
that.  "Are you going to give me a swimsuit to wear?"  she asked.  Richard
nodded.  "Actually, if you would clean up supper, I'll attend to that detail
right now," he said.

She cleaned up the table and put the leftover pizza in the refrigerator.
Jennifer sat down and waited briefly for Richard to return.

When he did, Jennifer had a funny feeling when she saw what he was holding.
"This is it," he said with a smile as he handed the blue rubber garment over
to her.  He was wearing only tight rubber swimtrunks himself.

She spread it out on the table.  It was made of blue rubber, and would
extend from her breasts down to her toes.  It had a zipper in back, and
would hold her legs together.  At the bottom, there was a single swimming
fin.

In short, it was a mermaid's tail.

Her underwater dream suddenly came to mind.  "Are you all right?"  he asked
as she stared off into space.

"I'm fine," she said suddenly.  Jennifer unzipped it, and slipped into it.

Richard had to help her zip it up in back.  When it was on, she found that
the fin was made of very rigid rubber, and her feet were bent straight
down.  She couldn't even stand up on dry ground, much less walk.  There was
a subtle pattern of scales worked right into the texture of the rubber.
Both of her breasts were covered, but with the skintight material over them,
they moved as if they weren't covered at all.

"When are they going to be over?"  she asked.
The distinctive sound of the doorbell interrupted their conversation.  "I'd
say that they are already here," he said.  "I'll get you to poolside first."

Richard picked her up, and carried her to the side of the inground pool.
She had strange feeilings about wearing it... but definitely liked the
feeling of his hands around her, sweeping her off of her feet...

Her dream was interrupted as he put her down.  "I'll be right back," he
said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.  Jennifer's heart raced when he
did, and she was left aching when his lips left her face.

A minute later, Richard returned with his two guests.  Both Henry and Vicki
were wearing long bathrobes.  From her low vantage point' Jennifer could see
that Vicki was wearing red stiletto heeled sandals that were probably six
inches high.

"Now that's an interesting bathing suit," Henry said as he saw Jennifer
lounging at the side of the pool.

"We could get one for Vicki fairly quickly," Richard said.

Henry's wife looked at Jennifer and studied her up and down.  "It looks
good on her," she said.

"I don't think it's quite my style," said Henry.  "But I can see the appeal."

Jennifer quickly found out what Henry's style was.  All three of them sat
down in chairs very close to her and the edge of the pool.  First, Henry and
Vicki took off their bathrobes.  Henry was wearing rubber bathing trunks,
similar to Richards.  There was a zipper in front, which would allow easy
access to the male organs withing.

Vicki wore a bikini that looked to be made of shiny red latex, and six inch
high stiletto sandals with long lacings that wound up her ankles.  Jennifer
saw that the crotch of her bathing suit was open, allowing free access to
her vagina.

Richard and Henry started to talk about stock prices of high tech companies.
Vicki listened for a few minutes, then left her chair and sat down next to
Jennifer.

"Nice outfit," Vicki said.  "Really shows you off."

"Thank you," said Jennifer.  "Richard wanted me to wear it tonight," she
said.

"Why don't you swim across the pool in it.  I want to see how you swim in
it," she said.  "I'll walk around and meet you there," she said.

Jennifer was curious herself.  She slid into the pool, with a momentary
shock as the cooler water touched her skin.  Vicki was already on her
stiletto heeled feet, walking around the pool with sharp clicking sounds
from her shoes.

Jennifer used a modified breast stroke to make her way across the pool.
She was able to propel herself somewhat by moving the tail up and down.
She could tell that it gave her quite a bit of power in the water, but it
was hard to synchronize with her arms.

When she reached the other side, Vicki was waitinig for her there.  Jennifer
stayed in the pool, with her hand on the edge.  "What did you think?"  she
asked.

"Neat," she said.  "I may have to get one, whether or not Henry thinks that
it his style," she said.  "*I* would be the one wearing it."  Vicki sat down
at the edge of the pool, and Jennifer pulled herself out and sat down on the
edge, with her tail in the water.

"Henry tells me that you're the 'hired help'," said Vicki.

Jennifer nodded.  "It started that way, but..."  she trailed off, unsure of
what she should tell the woman.

"But... it's gone further than that?"  she said.

Jennifer nodded.  "He offered me more money than I'd ever thought I would
be able to make.  I started here because of that.  Now...  I don't even
think about the money."

"You took us all by storm," she said.  "One day, Richard is pining away
alone in his huge mansion.  The next day, you're there, out of nowhere.
We've been just a *little* curious about it all," she said.  "And Richard
has hardly been leaving his house as of late, to come over and socialize
with us.  Talk about rumors now..."

"He almost didn't hire me," she said.  "I think he was looking for someone
that... knew more about his... unusual interests," she said indirectly.

"You mean you didn't know he was kinky to the bone when you started working?"  she said.  "God, he had balls to do that."

"I begged him for the job," she said.  "Now, I'm so glad that he hired me.
I've never met a man like him before."

Vicki smiled and chuckled at that.  "He sure is different," she said.  "I
hear that when Richard first started to seriously talk to the guys about his
interests, they were surprised at how bizzare he was.  He took them places
that they had never gone before, so to speak."

"What does he like?"  she asked, with an idle flick of her tail.  "What does
Richard *really* like?"

"You might know that better than I do," she said, twirling her stiletto
heeled shoes around.  "I know that he really likes his women to be in heels
and corsets as much as possible.  Rubber is a big plus.  He has a thing for
hobble skirts, so your swimwear doesn't surprise me."

"That sounds familiar," Jennifer said.  "I...  I really like spending time
here, with Richard" she said, "although I'm not sure if I like every last
detail.  But things like the corset and the heels...  I'm getting used to
them.  But... somehow, there is a part of him that he always keeps hidden.
I don't know how to put it... when he made love to me today..."  Jennifer
broke off and started blushing after she blurted that out.

"You were at our renewal," Vicki said.  "What could you have to be embarassed
about after seeing that?  You were riding the dildoes right there.  It
didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Richard was probably
enjoying the personal services of his maid," she said.  "Go on...part that's
hidden... when he made love to me today..."  she prompted.

"When he made love to me today," Jennifer resumed, "It was like he was
putting on a performance.  It was wonderful... but he wasn't really making
love to me.  He was putting on a show for my benefit," she said.  "A *good*
show," Jennifer said, with a smile on her face.

"What do you want?"  Vicki asked.

Jennifer thought about that as she ran her hands through the warm water of
the pool.  "I want to *really* get to know him," she said.  "I want him to
not seize up whenever something reminds him of his ex-wife," she said.

"Maybe...  I want to stay for a long time," she admitted.

Vicki thought about that.  "I don't know how much I can help you with
Susana," she said.  "We only know bits and pieces of what really went on.
But... one of the things that really turns him on, is when a woman takes the
initiative and plays to his desires.  He wants a woman that *wants* to be
used by him, tied up, paraded around in kinky outfits.  He wants a woman
that will surprise him with things that he hasn't thought of or hasn't had
the courage to ask to do.

"I know that because we had a really long talk several years ago, before he
started seeing Susana seriously.  Actually, I think that he mentioned a few
other things that he would like to do..."

"Like what?"  she asked.

"He likes the idea of going out in public with kinky stuff underneath," she
said.  "He likes women that are elegantly dressed up, from head to toe,
because so much kinky stuff can be hidden underneath," she said.  "He told
me a very vivid fantasy of his once.

He said that he would like to go to the opera with a woman that was dressed
up in a fancy gown.  But underneath, she had on so much bondage and rubber
that she could barely walk."

Jennifer thought about that for a few moments.  "But... aren't guys usually
turned on by seeing what they think is sexy?"  she asked.

"I think that Richard is a little different," Vicki said.  "I think that if
he just *knew* what was under the dress, it would get him rock hard.

"I don't know if he ever did that with Susana.  Actually, I suspect that he
didn't.  I think that he was afraid to ask her to act out some of his more
extreme desires.  I think that he was afraid that she would run away if he
did, or say no.  Men in general don't like to be turned down.  They'd rather
not ask."

"Hmmm..."  said Jennifer.

"Tell you what," Vicki said.  "Henry is leaving town on wednesday, flying to
the east coast on business.  Now that I think about it, I remember Henry
saying that Richard might be coming with."

"Richard didn't tell me this," said Jennifer.

"I'll tell Henry to encourage Richard to come along," she said.  "Why don't
I come over, and we can talk in more depth about what you can do?"  she
asked.

"Sounds fine to me!"  she said.  "I could use some help now," she admitted.

"I'll make a few calls to Fantasy Supreme," she said.  "Hopefully, when he
gets back thursday morning, you'll be able to knock his socks off," she
said.

"I would really like to surprise him," said Jennifer.  "Out of curiosity,
what is Henry into?"  she asked.

Vicki smiled.  "His big thing is that likes me to be available to him at all
times, even if he isn't actively screwing me.  Notice the bikini with a hole
in it," she said.  "Usually he likes to go to bed with me tied to the bed,
legs spread wide.  Just in case he gets in the mood," she said.  "Sometimes,
I'm the one in charge, and he's tied to the bed.  Usually when we go out on
the town, he'll have me wear a flowing skirt with nothing on underneath,
just in case he wants to throw them up and screw me in a closet or something.
He also likes the way my legs look in heels.  A corset is bonus points," she
said, "but a bare torso is good too."

"So," Vicki said, rising to her feet, "I see that Henry is waving to me.  I
bet that he wants to skip the swimming part and take me to one of Richard's
spare bedrooms," she said with a smile.  "Wednesday, then?"  she said.

"Wednesday," Jennifer agreed.  She swam a slow, lazy course back over to the
two men.

"There you are, wench!"  said Henry.  "Let's skip this pool thing.  Just
watching you is getting me all hot and bothered,"

"Henry!"  she said with her hands on her hips.  "Do we want our hosts to
think that we are animals in heat?"  she asked.

"Fine by me!"  Henry said, gathering her in close and putting his hand at
her crotch.

"Mmmmm..."  she said, as he moved his hand.  "Animals then," she said as the
two of them walked away from the pool.

"I'm ready for a swim," Richard said, diving in.

They must have spent at least two hours horsing around in the pool.
Jennifer soon improved in her ability to swim in the mermaid tail, and was
swimming circles around him.  Richard was sitting on the side of the pool,
with his feet in the water, when Henry and Vicki returned.  "We're going
home now," said Henry as he gathered up his robe.  "The wife needs some
attention."

"Why don't you tell me something that I don't already know!"  Richard said
with a smile on his face.

Vicki waved, then the two of them left, leaving Richard and Jennifer alone
in the pool.

"Have you ever made love to a mermaid?"  Jennifer asked playfully.

"I don't think that I have," he said in reply.

Jennifer swam to the edge of the pool and pulled at his rubber swimsuit.
Richard helped, and it was off in seconds.  "What do you have in mind?"  he
asked.

Jennifer would like to have straddled him, but that was rather difficult in
her swimsuit.  So, instead, she pulled herself out of the pool and used her
mouth for something other than talking.

Jennifer the mermaid again found herself underwater, with the seahorse
hovering over her shoulder.  "You must go now," it said to her.

"Go where?"  she asked.  "Why?"
The little seahorse swam away, and Jennifer followed it.  "To the realm of
darnkess," it said.  "There is nothing left to do here."

She saw a huge cave in front of her.  "In there," the seahorse said,
stopping.  Jennifer swam forward, into it, and all was black...

The floor was smooth and stone.  It felt cold against her feet.  Jennifer
looked down, and saw that she was naked.

The cave she was in was immense.  Although it was lit only by a few torches
set into the walls, she could see clearly all around.

Jennifer felt something brush up against her foot.  She looked down and saw
an almost blind mole nudging against her ankle.  "We have to hurry," it
said.  "She is near."

"She?"  Jennifer said as she followed the scurrying rodent.

"Mistress of the dark," it said.  "Guardian of the way."

They entered a long tunnel through the stone.  "Where are we going?"  she
asked.

"You must dress," it said.  "You must prepare for battle."

The dream broke up as she felt a buzzing in her crotch.  The buzzing turned
to pleasure as she slowly emerged from the land of dreams.

"Oh, my!"  she said, twisting her crotch around.  Her hands were held
together above her head.

Jennifer had set the timer accurately this time.  Just seconds after the
vibrating chastity belt brought her to orgasm, the vibrations died and the
cuffs were free of the chain.

Jennifer smiled and slowly stretched on the bed as the sexual pleasure
slowly faded.  At least it makes you look forward to waking up, she thought
as she unplugged the wire from the belt.

She was wearing a black satin corset that laced in back and the chastity
belt with the single phallus in front.  This was how Richard had dressed her
for bed after she had pleasured him while she was dressed up in the mermaid
outfit.

"Tuesday," she said aloud.  It was hard to keep track of the day here.  It
seemed so irrelevant...

Jennifer went to the bathroom and unlocked her belt to take care of her
morning bodily functions.  When she was done, she heard a knock at the
bedroom door.

"Come in," she said.  Richard entered as she was exiting the bathroom.  "So,
what do you want for me to wear today?"  she asked.

"Your black vinyl maid's outfit should suffice," he said.

Jennifer put on the fishnet stockings and attached them to the garters on
her corset.  A brief search did not reveal the five and a half inch black
heels that went with the outfit.  All she could find was the six an a
quarter inch ones of the other maid's outfit.

"That will do," Richard said, helping her lock them into place.  He brought
out the long sleeved, high necked vinyl maid's outfit and zipped it up on
her.  He finished by locking the zipper in place at the back of her neck.

"I do appreciate your dirty mind," he said.  "But... our little competition
only delayed the fact that you are due to be punished... for several things,
actually."

"Punished?"  she said, with eyes wide.  "What do you mean, punished?"
Jennifer said, with complete innocence in her voice as she batted her
eyelashes at him.

Richard took a small box out of his pocket.  "If you would raise your
skirts?"  he asked.  Jennifer was glad to, and revealed her chastity belt
covered crotch to him.

Richard locked the box to the top of the chastity belt with a click.  Then
he did something... and the phallus inside of her belt started to vibrate.

"What...?"  she asked.  The vibrations were not as strong as they were when
she was hooked up at bedtime.  But they were very noticable.

"Now get to work," he said.  "I think that you have become too accustomed to
working in the belt.  Let's see if you can deal with this distraction.
There is quite a bit to do, as you have not been keeping up with the chores
the last couple of days.

"Oh, you bastard," she whispered to him.  He apparently heard it, and
smiled.

Jennifer had to pause several times during breakfast and lean against the
counter.  She took fast shallow breaths in her corset as the vibrator inside
of her brought her close... and close again... with Richard watching the
whole time.

She finished breakfast and sat down across from him.  She ate slowly, and
did not even finish her food.

The chores seemed to take an eternity.  Every step was filled with
distractions from the buzzing in her crotch.  By eleven the insides of her
thighs were damp from her flowing juices all the way to her knees.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said finally.  She had to concentrate
hard to walk in her heels in her excited state.  Jennifer sat down on the
toilet in her room and jammed the key into her belt.  As soon as she could
release the belt, her fingers wormed their way inside of her and found her
aching pleasure button.

Jennifer closed her eyes as she brought herself to a climax.  "Oh, god!"
she said, with her high heeled feet in the air.  When she opened her eyes
once again, she saw Richard at the doorway of the bathroom, staring at her.

"Oops," she said, with her head downturned.

Richard didn't say anything, but he did add to her outfit.  He locked a
leather collar onto her neck, and chained both of her hands to it.  Jennifer
could now only reach down to her bellybutton.  She could not unfasten her
belt even if she was in her bathroom.

He changed something on the box at her chastity belt, too.  Now, instead of
keeping the vibrators at a low hum, it now occasionally surged with power
for a few seconds before returning to its usual low speed.

Lunch was an ordeal.  It took her longer than usual to make it, and halfway
through lunch, a sudden series of surges from the belt left her sliding to
the floor with her hips moving wildly.  She was so close...  Richard just
watched her lie there, writhing, and saw her return to her feet, red-faced.

Richard showed no mercy through the rest of the day.  He stayed with her for
most of the time, finding things to do in the room or just openly watching
her.  "Where do you think of things like this?"  she asked, panting as she
sat down to take a break.

"I'm just gifted," he said.  "It comes to me out of the blue."

Jennifer just moaned and moved her hips around.  She was close, so close...

After supper was done, Richard called her over to him.  "Let's see what we
can do with this," he said, reaching under her flared skirt to reach the
control box.

He adjusted someting, and suddenly the vibrator within her surged to life.
Jennifer found a nearby couch to collapse on.  "Oh, god!"  she said, as
just moments later she felt the muscles of her vagina clenching around the
phallus inside of her.

He left her there and walked out of the room.  Jennifer now twisted around,
and reached down trying to get it to stop.  But it continued its relentless
buzzing within her, bringing her to yet another climax.

Jennifer was now near a frenzy.  Her chest was heaving against the corset,
and she thrashed about on the couch, sending her six inch stiletto heeled
feet into the air.  Her hands were useless to do anything except clutch and
twist about.

A third one caught her by surprise.  Jennifer saw that Richard was looking
at her from the edge of the room.  She tried to get up off of the couch and
walk to him, but only suceeded in moving to the floor.  As the fourth one
swept through her, she felt her grasp on consciousness fleeing once again.

He must really enjoy seeing me pass out, she though as the room darkened
around her.

When she regained consciousness, she was in her room.  She took stock of
herself and found that she was wearing everything except the collar and the
chastity belt.

"That's funny," she said.  Jennifer looked around, and saw a note on her
nightstand.

Jennifer

By the time that you read this, I will be on my way to the east coast.  I
was originally planning to leave early tomorrow morning, but things have
come up that require me to leave tonight.

In your top left drawer, you will find a slightly different belt to wear to
bed tonight.  This one does not lock on.  I am allowing you to use this one
because, until thursday afternoon (I should arrive between three and four)
you are 'off duty'.  However, when I arrive on thursday, I expect you to be
properly attired and 'on duty'.

Until Thursday
Richard

"He's gone already," she said.  "That means that I have the house to
myself!"

Jennifer unlocked and took off all of her clothes.  She went to his bedroom,
and found that he had locked it.

The basement was still unlocked, she found.  "Let's see what else he has
squirreled away down here," she said.  He really seemed to like the corset
and hobble skirt that she had found last time.

Jennifer went to the same room again.  She turned on the light, and was much
more careful in her inspections of the drawer labels.

"Nurse, rubber, white, medium" she read aloud.  "Shoes 6", size 9" Jennifer
opened the drawer, and found a nurse's uniform made out of white rubber.
Matching stiletto heels were also there.

"Miniskirt and top.  Rubber, red," she read aloud.  Indeed, when she opened
the drawer, this is what she found.

She went through a dozen more before she found one that caught her eye.
"Mermaid tail, blue, medium.  Res waist, long term."  she read aloud.
Jennifer opened up the drawer and took it out.  It looked to be similar to
the one that she had worn the night before.  But this one had laced up in
back, and might have a built in corset of some type.

Another dozen went by before one caught her eye.  "Complete wedding outfit,
rubber et al.  20" corset.  Size 9 shoes, 6 1/2" heels."  She was caught
with visions of herself walking down the aisle with Richard at her side.
Jennifer opened up the drawer, and found four large boxes tied shut with
cord.  Jennifer took the four boxes, piled them high, and put the mermaid's
outfit on top.  She shut the drawer, and took her finds upstairs to her
room.

She put the mermaid's tail aside, more interested in the contents of the
boxes.  "The wedding picture of Susana showed her in a normal gown," she
said aloud.  "I wonder what this was for?"

The first box revealed a pair of six an a half inch spiked white stilettoes.
They had the locking straps that Jennifer was used to.  Impulsively, she
grabbed a pair of locks and put them on.

In the same box, she found a pair of white rubber panties and a white rubber
bra.  She felt a very thick, very rough phallus in the front of the rubber
panties.  The rubber bra also had roughened projections where her nipples
should go.

Jennifer slipped the bra and the panties on.  The panties fit like her
chastity belt, and stimulated her whenever she moved.  But these seemed to
do a better job of stimulating her than an unpowered chastity belt.  And the
bra... that added to it.

Jennifer stopped a moment and rubbed herself in the crotch, pushing the
phallus around inside of her.  She could imagine making love to Richard,
imagine their wedding night...

She brought herself out of her fantasies long enough to open the next box.
It contained what looked to be a white rubber hobble dress, similar to the
red one she had worn before.  There were also long white rubber gloves
inside, and Jennifer guessed that they were to be worn under the dress.

Jennifer next worked the gloves on her hands.  They were tricky to put on
alone, but she managed.  She stepped into the hobble dress, and zipped it
up in back.  She found that she only had three or four inch steps while
wearing this dress.

The next box was the biggest.  It contained a large white rubber wedding
dress.  However, it did not have a zipper or normal closure.  As she
examined it, she saw that it had a built in corset, that had the automatic
locking mechanism in front.  Jennifer managed to wriggle into it, and she
wore the hobble dress underneath it as an undergarment.

It had baggy shoulders, long sleeves, and a very high neckline.  The skirt
of it was huge, extending out seven feet in each direction.

The train would go back fifteen feet easily.  It was very baggy, and she
wondered if there was a crinoline to go under it.  The front of the dress
was still open with the small metal hooks visible out of one side of the
closure.

Jennifer opened up the last small box.  It took her a moment to recognize
what it was.  "It's an air pump," she said aloud.  It weighed only a few
pounds, and would need to be plugged into a wall outlet.  Now, why would
there be an air pump with this?  she wondered.

Jennifer felt the rubber of the dress, and found an answer.  In back,
underneath a fold in the fabric, she fould what seemed to be a bicycle tire
valve.  "You inflate it?"  she wondered.

Sure enough, the air pump latched onto the valve.  Jennifer worked her way
over to her dresser, and plugged it into a wall socket.  The pump sputtered
to life, and she could feel the dress very slowly filling up with air.

As it filled, she felt the front of the built in corset of the dress.  The
autocorsetting device was there.  Also on the dresser, Richard had left the
slotted metal bar that he used to release the other corset.  Jennifer
debated, and hooked the device up to the front of the wedding dress

The corset was closed before the air pump was done.  Jennifer found herself
gasping a bit against the tightness of the corset.  Then, it clicked shut,
and she unfastened the corsetting device from the dress and put it on the
counter.

She found it strange to watch the dress grow around her.  It was as full
around as the fullest southern belle dress ever made.  Jennifer looked back,
and saw that the train, too, was inflating a bit.

"How weird," she said.  But, in light of everything that she had seen
Richard do, this was not at all surprising to Jennifer.

Jennifer looked in the mirror.  To her surprise, she saw that the shoulders
of the dress were also inflating.  Additionally, there was some sort of
airway leading up to her breasts, because it looked like they, too, were
inflating.

The dress grew very full and rigid with the air within it.  Jennifer managed
to reach behind her and unplug the pump from the dress.  She tugged on the
cord, and unplugged the pump from the wall.

Jennifer took tiny steps in her heels, hobble underdress, and rubber inflated
bridal gown.  The woman in the mirror had extremely long pointed inflated
breasts, and a very tiny corsetted waist.  The entire dress wiggled slightly
as she stepped forward.  This motion moved the plug inside of her around,
and caused her juices to start flowing.

Jennifer soon realized that she could not fit her inflated dress through the
doorway.  She also discovered that the dress around her was so well inflated
that it was impossible for her to fall.  She was only able to raise her feet
up a few inches before the dress supported her weight.

She discovered that in this position, her wriggling could cause very
interesting sensations in her crotch and nipples.  Jennifer spent more
than fifteen minutes whipping herself into a frenzy this way.  The inflated
dress prevented her from reaching down and helping out with her hands.  But,
with quite an effort, she managed to reach a standing orgasm.

"That was... interesting," she said, panting against the tightness of the
dress.  She was glad that she did not have to try to balance in her six and
a half inch heels while she did this.  As she stayed still and tried to
recover, she decided that she had had enough of playing the bride.

Jennifer slowly backed up in her outfit.  She reached over and managed to
barely grab the corsetting device with one white gloved hand.  She reached
for the metal bar with her other rubber coated hand.  But, as she lifted it
off of the dresser, it slipped out of her hand, and landed on the floor.

"Damn!"  she said aloud.  Bending over in the dress was completely
impossible.  She tried anyway, and her arms could only reach about halfway
down the expanse of her dress.  She reached behind her, and tried to release
some of the air from her dress.  But there must have been some sort of
check-valve, because her exertions did not release one ounce of air.

Jennifer grew franic in the dress, and found that the exertions were again
stimulating her groin and breasts.  Before she thought about it, she was
again wriggling around in the dress, trying to get the phallus inside of
her to bring her to the height of pleasure.  But, although it was easy to
start with the phallus inside of her, it was very difficult to bring herself
to orgasm.  Within ten minutes, she was close.  Within another ten, she was
*so* close.

"Oh my god!"  she exclaimed as the pleasure overtook her.  She went
completely limp during it, and found that the dress only let her slump
over some.  Jennifer was still standing through the entirety of it.

After the orgasm had receeded, she tried to think about her situation
calmly.  "Richard will be back thursday, and Vicki will be over tomorrow.
But when?"  she asked aloud.  And will she be able to get in without me to
let her in?  There was no one to answer the question for her.

"It's going to be a *long* night," she said with a sigh.

"Now *that* is an interesting oufit!"  said Vicki

Jennifer brought her head up, and saw Vicki standing in her doorway.  It
was wednesday morning, and Jennifer had been zoning out in her inflated
wedding dress.

Vicki wore a red leather halter top, and a very tight red leather miniskirt.
On her feet, Jennifer saw red stiletto heels that were at least six inches
high.

"I'm sorry," she said.  "I was dozing.  I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Did you *sleep* in that thing?"  she asked.

Jennifer nodded.  "I just wanted to try it on.  It has a trick closure in
front.  When I tried to get out of it...  I dropped the tool I needed on the
floor."

"I've never seen that outfit before," she said, walking over to pick up the
metal bar.  "Do you want some help with this?"  she asked.

"Please," said Jennifer.  Between the two of them, they were able to figure
out how to open up the corset.  It took about fifteen minutes for them to
work the corset open.

Jennifer freed her torso from the dress.  Then, she pushed herself up out
of the dress and slowly wormed her way out.

Vicki saw her in her white rubber hobble dress, white rubber gloves, and
stiletto heeled shoes.  "There's a second layer?  Is there a third?"  she
asked.

"Actually, there is," she said, then her face turned red before she could
mention what it was.  "How did you get in?"  she asked, changing the subject.

"Richard gave me a key, via Henry," she said.  "I mentioned that I would
stop in and check on you today."

"Oh," she said.

"I'll wait out in the living room, so you can get changed," she said.

Vicki walked away in her red stiletto heeled shoes.  Jennifer took off the
white rubber hobble dress and gloves.  She took off the grope panties and
bra, and was naked in her bedroom.  Jennifer wondered what to wear.  She
really didn't want to walk around naked.

Jennifer examined the outfits that were in her closet.  There was a satin
maid's outfit, and a rubber maid's outfit.  Both of those required a corset
underneath to wear, and that would require assistance.

The red rubber hobble dress was much the same.  She doubted that she could
zip it up without a corset underneath.  The rubber body suit would be
impossible for her to get into herself, even if it did not keep her arms
at her sides.  And the purple vinyl bridesmaid dress also required assistance
to properly lace the corset up in back.

There was *one* outfit she could get into herself.  Jennifer took out her
pair of black six inch stiletto heels.  She took a padlock, and locked them
in place.

Next, she pulled the nineteen inch black satin corset out of the drawer.
Jennifer attached the corsetting device to the front of it, and plugged it
into the wall.

She was gasping by the time that it clicked shut.  When it was done, she
unfastened it from the corset, and pulled out the zippered black rubber
hobble skirt from a drawer.  She put it on, and left it unzipped from knees
to floor.

Dressed this way, Jennifer walked out to the living room

"What an outfit!"  Vicki said.  "How did you get into the corset on without
help?"

"This one fastens like the wedding dress," she said.  "But now, I can reach
the tool if it falls to the floor."

Vicki nodded as Jennifer hobbled over to the couch that she was sitting on
and sat down next to her.  "So," Jennifer continued, "You have some ideas
for me?  To turn Richard on?"

Vicki smiled at this.  "I bet that you are doing a wonderful job right now.
I did take the liberty of ordering some extra things for you from Fantasy
Supreme.  I'm sure that he'd love these kinds of surprises.  Unfortunately,
they won't be done until tomorrow morning."

"Too bad," said Jennifer.  "Out of curiosity, are all of the other guys into
the same stuff as Richard?  It seems like you said that your husband has
some different tastes."

Vicki thought about the question.  "Richard takes the fetish thing the
furthest.  I think that all six of the guys get into it at least to some
degree.  My husband has built up quite a collection for me.  But Henry
doesn't really like anything that would get in the way of him if he would
get horny.  As you might guess, he doesn't really like me to wear hobble
skirts for long."

"But..."  said Jennifer.  "Didn't you wear one for your 'wedding'?"

"That came off in a hurry, if you remember," she said.  "And I had some
input into that ceremony as well."

"Like what?"  Jennifer asked.

"The chastity belt was my idea," she said.  "I had it on the full day
before.  You wouldn't *believe* how antsy he gets when he can't have me...
even if it's for a short period of time.  He's like a little kid... all you
have to do is tell him no, and he wants it *so* much!"

"What about the other guys?"  Jennifer asked.

"Hmmmm...  Let's see.  I've told you about my husband Henry, and of course
you know about Richard.  John, the one that came in drag to the wedding.
He's married to a pretty woman named Lisa.  He really likes his wife to wear
things like heels, tight girdles or corsets, garter belts, stockings and the
like.  From talking to her, he likes to tie her up when she's dressed like
this.  John is probably a closet transvestite, but I don't think he could
say that aloud.

"Adam really likes his leather.  He is engaged, but not married.
He's the furthest into S&M."

"S&M?"  Jennifer asked.

"Sadism and Masochism.  He has quite a collection of paddles and whips.
Right now, he is a dominant, although I remember when he used to switch
around and take the submissive role now and again."

Jennifer thought about that.  "I... don't think that I would like that," she
said.

"My husband and I have played a little in that area" said Vicki.

"Sometimes I'm *such* a bad girl that he bends me over his knee and gives
me a good spanking."

Jennifer's mind wandered back to the magazine that was in her bathroom, then
came back to reality.  "I guess that if Richard spanked me, it wouldn't be
that bad."

"I bet that you'd enjoy every minute of it," she said.  "But I don't think
that he would do that to you... or at least not very often.

"Ben is just your basic kinky dirty old man, and a vouyer to boot.  His body
can't quite keep up with his mind anymore.  He divorced his first wife
because she wouldn't let him touch her.  Now, he has two live in bisexual
girls.  I've talked to both of them.  He likes to keep them tied up, either
naked or dressed in kinky attire.  When he isn't able to join in, he's happy
to just watch the two of them go at it.  Myself, I would be too jealous to
share Henry with anyone."

Jennifer nodded in agreement.  "I wouldn't like to share Richard," she
said.

Vicki smiled at that.  "Last, there's Collin.  I think that he's only a year
older than Richard.  He's also Ben's nephew.  Rumor has it that Collin had
his start down the kinky road when he found his uncle's porn collection.
At least, that's when he found out that he wasn't alone in his kinkiness.
"Collin isn't engaged or married.  He has at least three girls that he dates
on and off.  I think that he's too afraid to commit to any one of them.
That juggling has landed him in trouble, when he couldn't convince any of
the three of them to dress up for him!  Oh, maybe I should explain..."

"Richard explained the parties and the friday nights," Jennifer said.

Vicki nodded.  "All right.  Collin *really* doesn't like to dress up in drag
when he can't get someone to show off on his friday nights.  Fortunately,
this last year he's been fairly lucky with getting one of them to dress up."

Jennifer's stomach rumbled.  "I seem to have skipped breakfast.  Care to
join me?"  she asked.

"I already ate," she said.  "I'll just nibble on some toast if you want to
make yourself something."

Jennifer stood up and wriggled over to the kitchen.  Vicki followed her and
made herself some toast as Jennifer poured herself a bowl of cereal.

"So," Jennifer said between bites.  "What do you want to do today?"

"Oh, I don't have any big plans," she said.  "Maybe watch the soaps today,
chat with you and find out dirty secrets about Richard, that sort of thing,"
she said with a smile.

"Well, only if you tell me what you know," she said.

As they finished up their breakfast, they returned to the living room and
turned on the television.  Slowly Vicki pried out details about Richard's
treatment of her.

Jennifer told her about the first maid's outfit, and the locking clothes
that followed.  Then the chastity belt topic came up, with and without
phalluses.

"Hmmmm," said Vicki.  "Dildoes in the chastity belt.  Seems almost to go
against the purpose of it... but I like the idea somehow.  I've never tried
it."

"They vibrated, too," Jennifer said, and continued to talk about her numerous
experiences with it and the outfits she had worn with it.

Their conversation died down when the soap operas came on.  "It's been
months since I've seen Days," said Jennifer.

"Let me fill you in," said Vicki.

It was early afternoon, and Jennifer found that she had told her almost
everything about Richard and his sexual habits.  "It seems like I've been
doing all the talking," she said.  "What about you?"

"I have a confession to make," she said.  "I'm fascinated with this
vibrating chastity belt thing," she said.  "You know that I'm going to
*have* to try it."

Jennifer though about this.  "I think that the box setup with the switch
is still in his den.  If you want to try that..."  she said.

"That sounds interesting," said Vicki.  "I'd like to try it with the whole
getup that you were wearing... assuming that it would fit.  We dont' seem
to be too different in sizes."

They quickly compared measurements, and found that they were rather similar.
"Let's head up to my bedroom," she said.

The two stiletto heeled women went to Jennifer's room.  The inflated rubber
wedding dress was still prominen in the center of the room.  "We have to do
something about that," said Jennifer.  "There has to be a way to let the air
out.  I don't want to wreck it -- I bet that Richard would get upset."

"Maybe you could leave it out," Vicki said, stepping around it.  "I bet he'd
be tickled pink to find out that you got into it on your own.

Jennifer thought about this, and nodded.  There was still room for the two
of them to look in her mostly empty closet.

"When you said whole getup," said Jennifer, "did you mean the red hobble
dress or the black rubber maid's outfit?"  she asked.

Vicki thought for a moment.  "How about the red dress," she said.

Jennifer nodded, and gathered the parts together.  Locking red heels, long
red rubber gloves, red corset, and dress.  The double dildo chastity belt
was in her dresser drawer.  "Richard must have put it there," she mumbled.
The last items were the wrist restraints that would fit into the timing
device.

Vicki had already disrobed.  First, the red satin corset.  It took her over
ten minutes to lace her into it.  "That's really tight!"  Vicki said when
she was done.

"There's still over an inch left," said Jennifer.  "But I can't get it any
tighter."

Next, Vicki sat down on the bed and Jennifer locked the six inch stiletto
heels onto her feet.  "Locks for the shoes are interesting," said Vicki.
"That idea might turn Henry on."

The rubber gloves took some struggling with, but they managed to put them on
Vicki.  Next, was the chastity belt.  Jennifer found that Richard had left
some lubricant on her dresser drawer.  She liberally greased up the rear
phallus before locking it around Vicki's corsetted waist and pulling the
center strap through.

Vicki helped with the belt.  It took a couple of minutes for her to pull
the plugs inside of her.  When both phalluses were tightly within her, she
connected the crotch piece to the lock at the front of the belt.

Vicki was about to get into the dress, but Jennifer stopped her.

"Let's get that on later," she said.  "You'll see."

Jennifer led them out, and Vicki had no trouble keeping up.  Vicki carried
the red hobble dress and the wrist cups as they made their way to his den.

Vicki followed as quickly as she could.  "These dildoes definitely keep the
mind in the gutter," she said.  "Right now, I could go for ripping off
Henry's clothes and throwing him to the bed!

That is, if he were around."

Finally, they arrived in Richard's den.  Sure enough, two chairs were set
up with timer boxes and automatic restraints.
Jennifer ran the wire up from the box through the dress to the receptacle in
the chastity belt.  Then, she helped Vicki get into the dress.  When she was
done, Vicki was having problems standing in the dress and heels.

She helped Vicki sit down in the chair.  Jennifer carefully bent over and
fastened Vicki's ankles to the chair.  Then, she had Vicki put her hands
behind her, and Jennifer put the metal forks into the box.

Nothing happened, and the forks did not stay in place.  "Is something
wrong?"  asked Vicki.

"I think I need to set the timer," she said.  Sure enough, the timer said
'0:00:00' Without understainding what she was doing, she pushed the buttons
on the device.  Suddenly, the readout had '2:00:00' on it.

"Close enough," she mumbled, putting the box back on the floor with the face
away from Vicki.  She returned to Vicki and plugged the forks into the
control box.  Immediately, she heard the surge of power and the hum of the
vibrators.

"Woooooo!"  said Vicki.  "Oh, god!"

Jennifer managed to reach the control button and place it in Vicki's hands.
"I'm not sure where the armbinder is," she said, "So you'll just have to
hold on to this.  Remember, pushing the button stops the vibrations, but
adds time."

"Oh my god!"  she said.  "How long did you set it for?"

"An hour or so," she lied, feeling mischevious.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Vicki.  Her breathing was fast
and it appeared that she was laboring against the corset.  She wriggled in
the tight rubber hobble dress that hugged her body.

"I managed it," Jennifer replied.  "I'm going to let you stew there for
awhile," she said.  "I'm going to head downstairs and see if I can find any
other interesting outfits to wear."

Jennifer was halfway down the stairs to the basement when she rememberd that
Richard had the only key to the chastity belt that Vicki now wore.  The keys
in her room would not work.  Jennifer's release from the belt was hundreds
of miles away.

Jennifer thought about turning around and telling Vicki, but decided against
it.  "Nothing I can do about it now," she said aloud.

"She might as well have some fun first!"

Jennifer was sitting down in front of the television, naked except for the
nineteen inch satin corset and the locked on stiletto heels.  She heard
Vicki's moans from the other room, and used the remote control to turn the
volume up.  There was a bowl of popcorn next to her on the couch that was
half gone.

"Over a hundred cable channels," she said aloud.  "I can feel myself turning
into a potato!"

A black vinyl outfit was laid out on the remaining couch space.  Jennifer
had gone to the basement, and found an outfit that interested her.  However,
this one required assistance to get into it.  Jennifer munched on another
handful of lightly salted popcorn and waited in front of the television.

Three sit-coms later, the moaning from the other room finally stopped.
Jennifer looked over her shoulder, and waited for Vicki to walk through the
doorway.  Several minutes passed, and no one entered the room.

She got to her stiletto heeled feet and headed for Richard's den.  When she
arrived there, she saw Vicki panting against the tightness of the corset.
Her eyes were closed, and sweat could be seen at her feet.  The cuffs were
unlocked from the chain, but she was barely moving.

"Vicki?"  she asked.  "Are you all right?"  Jennifer saw that the control
button was not in her hands.  Instead, it was on the floor.

Jennifer checked a clock.  It was two hours since Vicki had first started
her ordeal.  "God!  She didn't even have one break!"

Vicki did not respond to this.  Jennifer walked over to her and gently
tapped her on the shoulder.  "Vicki?"

"Where's the condoms?"  she asked without opening her eyes.  "I really think
that we need to be on the ninth floor.  That's where the best banjo music
is."

"Vicki?!"  she asked, now alarmed.

"Did you know that four out of five dentists prefer cucumbers over carrots
as the marital aid of choice?"  Vicki said, as she slowly opened her eyes.

"And when I pluck my eyebrows, a live crow will tapdance for you."
Jennifer bent down and unbuckled Vicki's ankles.  She started to unzip the
red rubber hobble dress, but in was locked into place by the small padlock.
The key for it was in her room, and not movable from there.  "Come on,
Vicki!  Come back to me!"

Vicki tried to focus on her.  "Where... what...?"  she asked.  "I... oh,
god!"  she exclaimed.  "It just wouldn't stop!  I've never had anything like
that before!"

"You dropped the control button," Jennifer said.

"I did that on purpose," she said, still not fully focused.

"Why?"  asked Jennifer.

"I figured that I could get done sooner.  Didn't want to shoot the whole
evening.  Oh," she continued.  "I've really gotta pee."

"Can you walk?"  Jennifer asked.  Vicki tried to get to her feet, and
Jennifer had to grab ahold of her to prevent her from falling.  "Let's go,"
said Jennifer."

She helped Vicki out of the room.  "You know, it's a real bitch to walk in
this dress with these shoes after you've had your mind melted by sex," she
said.

"That's not a revelation to me," replied Jennifer.

Finally, they made it to her bedroom.  They had to maneuver around the still
inflated wedding dress to get to the keyring.  First, Jennifer unlocked the
wrist restraints for the control box.  Then, Jennifer unlocked the top
padlock, and unzipped the dress.  Vicki was now wearing the long red rubber
gloves, the red corset, the locked on red patent stiletto heels, and the
double dildo chastity belt.

Vicki was recovered enough from her ordeal to make it to the bathroom on her
own.  Jennifer used the metal fork to unlock the chastity belt, and after
the phalluses were removed, Vicki proceeded with her business.

"I think I'm done," she said.  Vicki got up and tried to walk out of the
bathroom.  She found out that she was still connected to the bathroom
cabinet, and could not leave.  "What is this?"  she asked.  "Where is the
key for this thing?"

"Well..."  said Jennifer.  "After you were all done up and on the chair, I
remembered that Richard has the only key for the belt, at least that I know
of," she said.  "And he's on the east coast.  The way it works now, the only
way to disconnect yourself from the bathroom is to reconnect the belt."

"Why didn't you tell me?"  she asked.

"I thought that I told you how it worked.  And, honestly, I forgot about it
when you said that you wanted to try it on."

Vicki looked down at the belt.  "Well... if worst came to worst, I could
always have it cut off.  I bet that Richard wouldn't be happy about that."

"Probably not," said Jennifer.

Vicki sat back down on the toilet and started to put the plugs back in their
places.  "Hmmmmm... let me think.  You are the one that got me into this.
I'd say that you have to be punished."

"Huh?"  said Jennifer.

"I don't get to play the dominant much," she said.  "What don't you
understand?  Doesn't Richard punish you for being bad?"

"Well...  I guess so.  But I told you how they worked earlier."

"Yea.  And you also said that there was one that didn't have a lock on it.
I just assumed that this was the one."

Jennifer decided that it wasn't worth arguing over.  "Well, maybe it was my
fault.  But what do you want to do about it?"

Vicki finished connecting the belt, and the two phalluses were now firmly
inside of her.  The metal fork was kicked out, and she was free to leave the
bathroom.  "I'm not sure yet.  Why don't we sit in front of the tube, and
I'll think of something."

Vicki took off the rubber gloves before joining Jennifer in the living
room.  "What is this?"  she asked as she saw the vinyl outfit on the couch."

"Oh, that's something interesting that I found in the basement," she said.
"I was going to wait until you were done to put it on.  I think that it
takes two people to get it on."

"Let's find out," said Vicki.  She picked it up and examined it as it
unfolded.

At first glance, it appeared to be a black vinyl bodysuit.  "This has shoes
attached," Vicki said.  "Why don't you go to your room and take yours off?"
she said.

Jennifer headed for her room and unlocked the heels from her feet.  She felt
very odd walking back, and the muscles at the back of her legs felt very
sore and objected to being stretched out again.  She put it out of her mind
and headed back to the living room, wearing only the ultra tight black satin
corset.

She returned, and Vicki wasted no time in getting her into it.  Just as
Jennifer sat down on the couch, Vicki was guiding Jennifer's legs into the
outfit.

There were high heels attached, of course.  These were higher than she had
ever seen before.  When her legs were fully in the shiny outfit, she noticed
something odd.  Instead of pushing her toes out, these shoes held her toes
down.  It looked like her black vinyl covered feet were pointed straight
down, with what she guessed was eight to nine inch heels coming down behind
each foot.

Jennifer did not try to put her weight on her feet.  She shifted on the
couch and allowed Jennifer to pull the outfit up around her and past her
rear.  As she did this, Jennifer noticed that the outfit was crotchless.

Next, Vicki pulled the outfit up her torso.  The shiny vinyl covered her
torso completely e    t for two small holes for her nipples.

The sleeves were next.  Jennifer put her arms into the sleeves, but she did
not see them emerge from the black vinyl.  They were swallowed up, as each
sleeve ended in an attached thumbless mitten.  There must have been some
sort of reinforcement in the mittens, because Jennifer found that she could
not even wriggle her hands in the mittens.

Lastly, Vicki zipped the outfit up in back.  Once it was zipped up, her
entire body was covered with very tight black vinyl, except for her nipples,
crotch, and head.  The outfit even covered her neck.

Jennifer was sure that without this extremely tight corset, the vinyl body
suit would not have been able to fit around her waist.

"Now that's interesting," said Vicki, still wearing the chastity belt, red
corset, and matching locked on red heels.  "Even though you're not tied to
anything, and all you're limbs are free, you really can't do anything!"

Jennifer experimentally reached behind her, and found that her mittened
hands could not budge the zipper to the outfit.  "That seems to be true,"
she said.  Jennifer started to shift her weight to her feet and stand up,
but the intense pressure on her toes convinced her to abort the attempt.

"Tried to stand?"  Vicki asked.

Jennifer nodded.  "So, you were going to punish me?"  she asked.

"I think this outfit will do for a start," she said.
"I just wanted to try it on," Jennifer said with just a hint of a whine in
her voice.

"Too bad.  I just wanted to try this belt on.  See where that got me?"

Jennifer found herself a prisoner on the couch.  She guessed that she could
crawl if she had to, but that didn't appeal to her right now.

The television was still on, and Jennifer tried to settle down to watch it
as Vicki left the room.  When she returned, she was wearing the red leather
miniskirt and the red halter top that she was wearing when she arrived.  The
red satin corset was visible between the two pieces.  The corset was just a
shade or two lighter than the leather.  The locking red stiletto heels were
still on her feet.

"I'm going to be gone for awhile," Vicki said, answering Jennifer's unvoiced
question.  "Now, don't get into any trouble while I'm gone," she said.

"How could I?"  said Jennifer, shrugging with her black vinyl encased arms.

Vicki left the house and walked out into the evening air.  Jennifer heard
her drive off, and leave her there alone, in the vinyl body suit with ballet
heels and mittens.

"Oh, no!"  she said.  "Not 'Brady Bunch' reruns!"  Jennifer fumbled for the
remote, but all she managed to do was push it between the cushions of the
couch.  Unwilling to crawl over to the television and fumble with the
controls, she let out a long sigh and tried to tune it out.

An hour of teeth gritting was ended when Vicki finally walked back inside.
She carried a large picnic basket and was wearing the same outfit that she
left in.  "Have you been good?"  she asked.

"I don't deserve *this* kind of punishment!"  Jennifer said.  "An hour of
'Brady Bunch' reruns and I can't even use the remote!"  she said.  "What
kind of monster are you, anyway?!"

Vicki chuckled evilly at this.  "You haven't seen anything yet," she said.
"I've listened to the guys talk about their escapades and fantasies.  That
kind of thing can give a girl a few ideas!"

It was a couple more hours before Vicki broke into her picnic basket.  By
the time she did, it was nearly bedtime.

"Come on," she said to Jennifer.  "Let's go to bed."

Vicki helped Jennifer to her feet.  Jennifer had to put a great deal of her
weight on Vicki to walk in the trecharous ballet stiletto heels.  "I wanted
to be a ballerina when I was a girl," Jennifer said.  "I take it back - all
of it - right now!"

Vicki helped her to the bathroom so she could relieve herself before bedtime.
"How does this thing work?"  Vicki asked.  "This sleep timer thing that you
told me about?  You know that I have to try that out as well.  Especially
now that I've got the belt on."

Vicki was about to tell her how to work it, then suddenly changed her mind.
I'll get you back, she thought deviously.  "It has a kind of code sequence
to it," she said.  "Like some of the programmable VCRs.  It's not set
properly now.  Each of the four knobs works changes one of the numbers.
Richard said that there are several codes to work it and make it do different
things.  There's only one that he told me.  First number needs to be thirty.
Second number ten.  Third number should be thirty, and the fourth number
should be forty."  There!  That ought to have the thing buzzing for...almost
six hours!  It will be buzzing almost twice as much as it will be off!

"There's a place on the belt to plug it into."

"Have you ever tried other combinations?"  Vicki asked.

"I... was afraid to try," she said.

"Hmmm," she said.  She found the wrist cuffs for the bed and locked them
to her wrists.  "We'll get to that later," she said.  Vicki helped her out
of the bathroom and then had her lie down on the floor on a blanket that she
had laid out for her.

The first thing that she did was to dig inside of her picnic basked and
emerge with a ball gag.  Before Jennifer could object, she had put it into
Jennifer's mouth and buckled it into place.  "I don't want you to disturb my
sleep," she said.

Like you're going to get any, Jennifer thought.  She would have smiled if
the gag would have let her.

Next, Vicki brought out a metal bar with leather straps on the end.  With a
few quick adjustments, she pulled it apart.  Jennifer recognized it as a
spreader bar.  Vicki knelt down and locked her black vinyl encased ankles
into the device Jenifer did not resist.  When it was done, her crotch was
open and exposed to the world.

Vicki went to her basket again and returned with another pair of bars.  It
took her some time to assemble her next device.  When she was done, she had
a large central metal half loop with two metal bars extending opposite
directions.  The half loop could be completed with a leather strap.  Each
metal bar ended in a loop big enough for a person's wrist.

Vicki held up Jennifer's head and slid the metal half loop under her neck.
She fastened it relatively loosely around her neck with the leather strap.
Then, she attached each of Jennifer' vinyl encased wrists to the ends of the
metal bars.

When she was done, Jennifer's arms were sticking straight out.  There was
no way that she would be able to move them in any direction at all.  If she
could manage to sit up, she could twirl one forward at the cost of forcing
the other one to go back.

"Almost done," Vicki said, digging in her picnic basket yet again.  When her
hands emerged, they were holding a large dildo with a power cord emerging
from the base.  Vicki knelt down on the floor and plugged the power cord
into a nearby wall outlet.  The vibrating dildo immediately came to life.

She slowly pushed it up against Jennifer's exposed pussy.  "Mmmmmgh!"  she
said through the gag.  Jennifer found that she was almost immediately wet.

Once she was lubricated, Vicki guided the dildo up into her.  Just when it
was almost all the way inside of her, she unplugged it from the wall.

Jennifer twisted her hips in frustration.  Vicki went to her picnic basket
yet again.  She emerged with a metal rod about two and a half feet long.
She sat down on the floor, and proceeded to attach one end of the pole to
the dildo.

The other end was fastened to the center of the leg spreader.  When she was
done, Jennifer was not able to bend her knees.  If she did, it would push
the dildo even further inside of her, and that became uncomfortable almost
immediately.  The dildo was now also securely within her.  No amount of
wriggling would get it out of her now.

"Only one of us can use your bed," Vicki said.  "But, I didn't want you to
miss out on anything."  She stood up and took yet another object out of the
basket.  It looked like a small rectangular box with a dial on the front.
Vicki plugged it into the wall socket.

Jennifer looked at it, and slowly realized what it was.  Vicki plugged the
dildo into the box, but the dildo did not come to life.  "It's a timer for
a house," explained Vicki.  "Like the ones used to turn lights on and off
when you go on vacation.  This one is set to turn on and off every half of
an hour," she said.  "I hope you like it."

Oh, god!  thought Jennifer.  I'm going to go through something almost as
bad as she's going to!

Or almost as good, depending on your point of view, whispered a depraved
little corner of her mind.

Jennifer moaned through her gag as Vicki prepared for bed.  She took off
the red leather halter top and red miniskirt.  She was left in the chastity
belt, the corset, and the locking heels.  Vicki dimmed the lights to almost
nothing.  Then, she flopped on the bed, out of Jennifer's sight.  She heard
Vicki dialing the controls, and then heard the clicking noises as she plugged
her cuffs into the chain.

The dildoes inside the belt roared to life.  Within minutes, she heard Vicki
panting and moaning on the bed.  One red heeled leg flopped over the side of
the bed, over Jennifer, then disappeared out of sight.

"Stop!"  said Vicki.  "Oh god!"  she said aloud.  "How do you turn this off?"
Vicki asked.

Jennifer could not possibly respond through her gag.  At that moment, the
timer on the wall triggered, and the dildo inside of her came to life.

Jennifer wasn't sure if she even managed to get to sleep that night.

Her enforced pose was hard to relax in.  Combining that with the heat of the
black vinyl body suit, it took Jennifer almost a half of an hour to start to
drift off to sleep.  By that time, of course, the dildo inside of her would
buzz back to life.

She tried to keep herself still through her ordeals.  But, a few times, she
couldn't help but thrash about as the pleasure overcame her.  Bending her
legs just thrust the dildo deeper inside of her, and mixed the intense
pleasure with a dose of discomfort and a twinge of pain.

Vicki did not seem to be faring much better.  Sometime past midnight, she
started to babble like she had in the red hobble dress.  This only made it
harder for Jennifer to get to sleep when the dildo was quiescent within
her.

There was no window in the room, so Jennifer could only guess about the
passage of time.  She moaned through her gag, and struggled to breath against
the tightness of the corset.  Jennifer was surprised that she was not
passing out in the corset.  However, she came very close at least once.

Click, click.  "Finally!"  thought Jennifer.  Her dildo had been quiet for
some time.  She's been released!

She heard Vicki moan and move about.  A few minutes later, she saw her swing
her stiletto heeled feet around and down to the floor.  Vicki had to lean on
the bed and the walls to make it to the bathroom.

There was the sound of urination, then the belt being locked back in place.
Jennifer saw that Vicki's eyes were barely open when she made her way back
to the bed.  "Where's the snooze on this thing?"  she asked blearily as she
climbed back on the bed.

"Mmmmmfg!"  she said through her gag.  "What about me?!"  Jennifer thought.
With a sinking sensation, she heard Vicki flop down on the bed and start to
snore softly.

"Oh, God!  When is she going to wake up?"  thought Jennifer.  It was at that
moment that the dildo within her returned to life.

The vibrator went through four more cycles before Jennifer heard sounds of
life from the bed.  "What a night," Vicki said as she sat up in the bed.

"Mmmm!  Nnngnmmm!"  said Jennifer, with the vibrator buzzing within her.

"In a minute," she said, rubbing her eyes.  "I have to wake up first."

"I have yet to get to sleep!"  thought Jennifer.

Vicki lowered her towering heels to the floor, then slowly knelt down beside
Jennifer.  "I should let you finish," she decided, as she returned to her
feet.  "I have errands to run.  I'll be back in a while.

"No!"  thougth Jennifer as she tried to yell through her gag.  "Don't leave
me here.  I have to pee!"

Vicki did not hear her silent plea.  She found her red leather halter top
and red leather miniskirt and put them on over the corset and the chastity
belt.  "I won't be long," she promised.

By the time Vicki returned, Jennifer had just started to experience yet
another cycle of the dildo.  Her bladder was very full, and it was everything
she could do to hold it in.

Mercifully, Vicki knelt down and unplugged the dildo from the box.  She
first released the bar that held the dildo in place, then the leg spreader
was removed from her.

The bar between her arms took Vicki a minute or so to unfasten.  As soon as
the gag was off, Jennifer spoke up.  "I have to go to the bathroom *now*!"
she said.

Vicki helped her to her toes, and guided her to the bathroom.  Almost before
she was fully seated, she started doing her business.

"I'm very behind schedule," said Vicki.  "So I don't have too much time.
One question: I have an outfit ready for you to wear out with Richard
tonight.  It should drive him wild.  I also have two tickets for the latest
musical.  Do you want to be dressed up for him when he arrives, or not?"

Jennifer thougth about this.  "I'm really tired," she said, "Thanks to your
snooze."

"Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it," said Vicki.

Jennifer did not answer the question.  "I don't know when I'll get my next
opportunity.  Get me out of this, and then let's do it," she said.

"Take a quick shower, and meet me in the living room," said Vicki.  "The
boxes that I brought are out there.

Vicki unzipped the outfit from her and helped her slide out.  The inside
was covered with sweat.  Jennifer jumped in the shower as Vicki left the
room.

Jennifer's ankles were very tight.  She found that the only way that she
could comfortably stand now was to walk on her tiptoes.  Trying to put her
feet flat resulted in her calf muscles crying out in pain.  I've got to
stretch them out sometime, Jennifer thought to herself.  Because she was
still wearing the ultratight corset, Jennifer skipped the shower in favor
of a sponge bath and a quick hair wash.  After she dried herself off and did
the best she could with her hair, she slipped on Vicki's pair of red stiletto
heeled shoes and walked out to the living room.

Vicki was there, unpacking a pair of large boxes.  "We only have an hour,"
she said.  "I have to meet them at the airport."

"The tickets are on the coffee table here," she continued.  "Start with
these," she said, handing Jennifer a pair of black rubber stockings.

Jennifer sat down on the couch, took off the shoes, and rolled them up her
legs.  They fit tightly, and came up to her crotch.

The next thing that Vicki handed her was a black rubber garter belt.  She
slid it up and placed it around her nineteen inch waist.  Then, she fastened
the rubber stocking to the belt.

Long black rubber gloves were next.  These came all the way to her armpits.

Vicki came over to her with a pair of shoes.  "I had these made special,"
she said.  Jennifer saw that they were made of black patent, with at least
six buckling straps on each to hold it in place.  The heels were higher than
she had seen, with the exception of the ballet heels.  "Seven inches on the
dot," said Vicki.

Jennifer felt like her toes were being bent back as far as they could
possibly go.  After Vicki strapped the pair of them over her rubber covered
feet, she gingerly rose to her feet.

A few experimental steps showed that walking was barely possible.  Jennifer
quickly sat back down again.  "What next?"  she asked.

"Open wide," said Vicki.  Jennifer slowly opened up her mouth, and Vicki
slid in what seemed to be a large mouthpiece, like a boxer or football
player would use.

Jennifer knew that she could easily spit it out.  The next thing that Vicki
took out looked like a stylish sequined hat.  However, it had two thin
straps that looked to be more than just functional.

Vicki put the hat on her head, then pulled the two straps down below her
chin.  She fastened them together very tightly.  The two halves came
together with a click that told Jennifer that there was some sort of lock
that held them together.  It felt to Jennifer that there was some sort of
adhesive on the straps as they passed under her chin.  She tried to say
something, but found that the straps held her mouth firmly shut.  With the
mouthpiece in place, she was effectively gagged.

A rubber brasseire was the next thing that Vicki added to the outfit.  She
dug deeper into the boxes, and returned with what looked like large leather
handcuffs.

The first pair she fastened around Jennifer's ankles.  The second pair were
large enough to fit just above Jennifer's knees.  When they were in place,
Jennifer could move her ankles a maximum of four inches apart.  Her knees
could be separated by no more than two inches.

"Now the dress," said Vicki.  Jennifer leaned on her as she managed to stand
up.  Vicki helped Jennifer to put the dress on over her head.  It was made
of black satin, and there was a layer of crinoline underneath to give some
body to the skirt.  The dress covered her neck and adhered to her arms all
the way down to her wrists.  Vicki zipped it up, and the dressed was sized
to fit her nineteen inch waist almost exactly.  The skirt was long enough
that when she was standing, the heels would not be visible.  The only bit
of kink that would be visible would be her rubber encased hands.  Jennifer
noticed that there seemed to be pockets in the dress.  She put her hands
in them, but found out that they were simply openings in the dress.

The last thing that Vicki did was to bring out a matching black satin purse.
"Hold this with both hands," she said.  Jennifer did so, and as she did,
Vicki took one of the handles of the purse and wrapped it around both of her
wrists.  Jennifer was surprised to find out that once the strap was firmly
buckled in place, it served quite effectively as a pair of inobvious
handcuffs.  The black material of the purse strap was barely visible against
the shiny black of the outfit.

"You look splendid!"  said Vicki.  "Now, I have to get to the airport, and
convince Richard to unlock me from this damn chastity belt!


Jennifer sat down to wait as Vicki left the house.  Only a few minutes
passed before she became fidgety.
If I'm going to go all the way to a musical with him, I had better learn how
to maneuver in this, she thought to herself.  Besides, I want to make it to
a mirror to see how I look.

It took her three tries to make it to her feet.  The first two times, she
lost her balance and plopped back down on the couch.

Each step took her only a few inches forward.  She had to wriggle her ankles
in an extremely tight circular motion to walk.  The nearest mirror was in
her room, so she made that her destination.

She had never tried to walk in heels this high before, and her toes and the
balls of her feet were starting to ache.  By the time she reached her room,
she just wanted to sit down and take the weight off of her towering stiletto
heeled feet.

Jennifer stopped and saw herself in the mirror.  The strap holding the hat
in place looked tight.  Her narrow waist and contrasting full bustline was
sure to be an attention grabber.  The shiny black satin of the dress covered
her from neck to the floor.  The fact that the gloves were shiny black
rubber was not obvious at a first glance, but required a bit of staring to
determine.  The woman staring back at her in the mirror did not look like a
woman almost completely helpless in bondage.  Instead, she saw a woman
dressed up in formal attire, looking out demurely at the world.

Jennifer looked around the room and saw that the inflated wedding gown and
undergarments were still scattered around her room.  The mermaid outfit that
she had taken from downstairs was also still in her room.  Damn!  she
thought.  I would have liked to have cleaned all of that up before Richard
arrived.

The ache in her feet was starting to become unbearable.  Jennifer inched her
way to the bed, and plopped down gracelessly when she was close enough.

Jennifer had no idea what the passage of time was.  When the ache in her
feet subsided, she decided that she had better return to the living room, to
greet Richard when he arrived.

Jennifer was only halfway there when she heard an automobile driving up to
the mansion.  She tried to hurry, but nearly lost her balance.  A few inches
a second was all that she could manage.  Even at that rate, she found that
the movements took quite an exertion on her part.  As her breathing
increased, she became acutely aware of the ultratight corset that remained
around her waist.

She was only a few feet from the couch when the door opened.  "Jennifer?"
Richard called out before he had entered the house.

Jennifer tried to respond, but all that came out was a mumble.  Richard
walked inside, and stopped in place when he saw her inching forward towards
him.  "Jennifer?  Where did you get that dress?"  he asked as he set his
suitcase down.

She could only mumble again.  Jennifer smiled at him, and revealed her
mouthpiece to him.  Richard walked over to her, with a smile forming on his
face.

"I don't think this is quite appropriate uniform, but I think that I like
it," he said.  Richard was now only inches away from her.

She could feel herself becoming wet under the dress, even though there was
nothing down there to stimulate her.

He touched her face with his fingers, then ran his hands down her smooth
satiny dress.  They hesitated at the narrowest portion of her waist, and
felt the hard, ever so tight corset underneath.  "I see!"  he exclaimed when
he touched touched her rubber gloved hands.

Without any hesitation he reached down and pulled up her skirt.  What he
saw must have met with his approval, because he was smiling broadly when he
let the skirt drop.  "What a wonderful woman you are!"  he said, cupping her
face with both of his hands and giving her a long kiss.

Jennifer's heart was pounding after he did this to her.  She tried to say
'thank you', but again the gag reduced that to a mere mumble.  Richard
gently guided her to the couch, then picked up his suitcase and headed
towards his room.

He stopped when he saw the tickets on the coffee table and picked them up.
"Two tickets... front row..  seating starts at six.  A limousine will be
here at five thirty for us, as well."  The smile was gone from Richard's
face, replaced by a stunned look.  "How did you know?"  he asked as he
looked at her.

Of course, Jennifer could not answer.  Richard stared at her for the longest
time.  Slowly, the stunned look faded.  "You must have had help getting into
that.  You must have had help getting it *peroid*.  Did Vicki help you?"  he
asked.

Jennifer nodded, and looked down briefly.  When she looked back up, Richard
was smiling at her again.  That look on his face mad her feel weak and she
trembled a bit.  Jennifer was glad that she was sitting down.  She was sure
that there was more than just a bit of dampness between her legs now.

"Well, this will be a formal affair tonight," said Richard.  "I need to get
dressed.  This is an unexpected surprise!  I see that Vicki was doing
something other than trying out the sex toys here!"

Richard disappeared from the room.  When he returned, some twenty minutes
later, he was dressed in a white tuxedo, complete with black tie, white top
hat, white shoes, white gloves, and a white walking cane.  "Perhaps this is
a bit of an anachronism," he said.  "But why not?"

Richard tucked the tickets into his pocket, and then sat down next to her on
the couch.  "We have a few minutes to kill before the limousine arrives," he
said.  "What can we possibly do to amuse ourselves?

One white gloved hand slowly worked its way around her, while the other went
to her lap.  After feeling the flesh of her legs underneath, through the
satin and rubber, Richard slid the hand around and into the apparent pocket
of the dress.

He put his gloved hand between her rubber encased legs.  Jennifer moaned,
and wished that he would move his hand up, towards her waiting pussy.
Richard took his time, slowly sliding it up as his other arm reached around
her and fondled her breast through the dress.

Finally, his gloved fingers brushed against her wet sex.  She moaned in
ecstasy even when he was only teasing the outside.  He played with her down
there, gently tugging on her pubic hair and only slowly worked one of his
fingers inside of her.

Jennifer moved her hips around as best she was able to.  She strained to
spread her legs apart, to help him get inside of her.  The restraints above
her knees and at her ankles held fast, and allowed her to separate her
thighs only an inch.

"You seem to be a bit wet down there," he said.  "Did something turn you
on?"

*You* turn me on, you damn tease!  thought Jennifer.  Her cries were muffled
by her mouthpiece.  She took her cuffed hands and pushed them down onto her
skirt, trying to push Richard's hand further inside of her.

She suceeded for a brief moment, and brought his finger in contact with her
aching clitoris.  But just a few seconds later, Richard pulled his hand from
out of her dress.

"I think that our ride is here," he said.

Jennifer moaned in frustration.  Oh, god I want you!

He helped Jennifer to her feet.  Ever so slowly, she walked forward towards
the door.  Richard strode forward and opened the door for her.  "After
you?"  he said.

His eyes were glued to her as she slowly made her way out of the driveway.
Jennifer gave him a long look as well.  She would almost bet that her juices
were running down her rubber covered legs at that very moment.

As Jennifer made her way through the doorway, the limousine pulled up.
Richard closed the door behind him as the driver of the limo exited the car
and opened up the long rear door.

Richard walked beside her as they made their way to the black vehicle.  When
she made it to the car, Jennifer found it impossible to step up into the
car.

Richard solved the problem by reaching down and bodily picking her up.  She
was caught completely by surprise by this.  The swirl of skirts revealed to
the driver all of the rubber and restraits that she now wore.  The driver's
eyebrows rose in surprise, but other than that, he did not react.

Richard carefully carried her into the vehicle.  The back was a very
luxurious semicircular seat, that could comfortably seat six.  He carefully
placed her in the plush leather seats, then sat down beside her.  The driver
closed the door behind them and slowly started the limo along its way.

"I apologize for my rudeness," Richard said suddenly.  "I neglected to tell
you how stunning you look tonight.  That dress does wonders for you.  You
look fabulous, Jennifer," he said, and gave her another kiss on the lips.

Jennifer let out a feeble moan when he was done.  She tried to snuggle up
closer to him, but she was already about as close as she could get.  As they
rode, Richard's hand once again worked its way through the slit in her dress
and crept towards her soaked pussy.

A half of an hour of torturous teasing was Jennifer's fate.  He always
seemed to know when she was close, and backed away.  By the time they were
slowing down, Jennifer was panting against the tightness of the corset and
she was moaning with every available exhalation.

"We're here," said Richard.  They slowed to a stop.  A minute later, the
door opened, and the driver stood there, waiting.

Richard exited first, but waited for her at the doorway.  Jennifer tried
to slither forward, but could make little progress.  He leaned in and held
her by the waist and shoulder.  Jennifer precariously made her way forward
with her hobbled legs and seven inch stiletto heeled feet.  As she finally
emerged from the car, her skirt was raised enough to reveal the shoes
beneath.

Several well dressed couples were lingering around, and now were staring at
her as she emerged.  Jennifer felt a wave of heat come across her face as
they looked on.  As Richard slowly led her forward, the couples dispersed
with some whispers, and headed towards the main entrance to the theater.

Richard and Jennifer slowly followed in their footsteps.  "Do you need some
assistance?"  said a man dressed in uniform as they neared the front
counter.

"Just a little time, that's all," said Richard.

The man came toward them.  "I can take your tickets if you like."  Richard
showed him the tickets, and he reacted immediately.  "You can just follow
me," he said.

Their pace was painfully slow.  The sparsely populated theater was becoming
more and more crowded as they made their way down the hall.  By the time
they entered the theater proper, almost a third of the seats were occupied.

Jennifer was sure that they held the attention of more than their fair share
of guests.  Richard had almost a proud look on his face, as Jennifer slowly
worked her way forwards in the heels and the hobbles.  All that the crowd
could see was a tall woman dressed in black satin, with a fabulous figure.
No one complained that they were taking so long to make it to their seats.

The usher patiently guided them to their seats.  They were at the very
center of the front row, but not near an aisle.  They had to unseat an
elderly couple as they made their way past.  As the old man stared at her,
and mumbled, Jennifer saw the woman step on his foot.  As he stifled a cry
of pain, the couple sat back down.  Richard and Jennifer found their
appointed seats, and Richard helped her to sit down before taking his own
seats.

The theater continued to fill up.  Within minutes, the entire front row was
filled.  Jennifer found that there was a middle aged woman on her side,
with a like aged man one seat further down.  Richard, on the other hand,
had a man in his early twenties as his immediate neighbor.  An attractive
but older woman was a seat down from him.  All of the guests were dressed
up formally, although none had as stunning of a figure as Jennifer.

Jennifer found herself fidgeting.  Richard put his hands on her lap, but did
not make any move for her 'pockets'.  Instead, he took ahold of her purse,
and carefully unsnapped it.  "What did you bring with?"  he asked.

She had no idea what was in her purse, so she looked down as well.  She saw,
to her great surprise, a seven inch long dildo at the surface, with other
sex toys below it.

Jennifer turned beet red while Richard's smile grew so large that she was
wondering if his face was going to split in half.  "You did indeed come
prepared for a night of entertainment," he said.  "You did indeed."

Richard carefully closed her purse, but did not snap it.  He took off his
top hat and put it on the floor in front of him, and put his white gloves
inside of it.  Afterwards, he put one arm around her and leaned back in his
chair.  "What a wonderful show this will be."

"So," said the woman on Jennifer's side.  "Have you heard anything about the
show?"

Jennifer was about to reply, when she remembered that she was effectively
gagged.  She just shook her head and hoped that the woman would not try to
engage her in more conversation.

"This show was hot years ago," the woman said.  "I think Tim Rice wrote it,
if my memory serves me right," rambled the woman.  "Have you seen anything
else of his?"  she asked.

Jennifer shook her head again.  "Sorry to be rude.  My name is Judy.  Yours?"
she asked.

How do I answer *that* with a headshake?  Jennifer thought.  She looked at
Richard with imploring eyes.

"I'm Richard, and this is Jennifer," he said.  Jennifer sighed in relief
through her nose.  "I think that the show is about to start."

Judy nodded and looked at the stage.  Sure enough, the lights started to
darken.  When the theater was nearly black, she felt Richard's hand snake
over to her purse and take something out of it.  Her eyes had not yet
adjusted, so she was not sure what he had taken.

Jennifer felt his arm snake through the slit in her dress.  She felt
something rubbery pressing against her wet vagina.  Richard did not try to
push it into her, but simly rubbed it against the outer lips and ran it
through her pubic hair.

A spotlight illuminated the stage and followed an actor as he walked to the
center of the stage.  She heard him give an introduction about the musical,
but the motions inside of her dress were driving her to distraction.
There's wall to wall people here!  Jennifer thought.  I don't believe I'm
here, doing this!

Richard slowly twisted the rubber phallus, and started to work it between
her legs.  Even with Jennifer straining to spread her legs, the restraints
kept her thighs almost touching.  Richard was able to make only slow progress
towards his goal.

The narrator finished his speech, and the spotlight went out.  Jennifer
wriggled and slid down in her chair.  She would have slouched if the
extremely tight corset would not have held her torso rigid.  This twist
made her pussy somewhat more acessible, and she could feel the dildo slowly
working its way inside of her.

Jennifer found herself breathing very quickly.  The sound of her breath
through her nose was louder than she would have liked.  Jennifer prayed
that their neighbors would not notice the shenanigans taking place next
to them.

The stage was lit now only with two spotlights.  A man and a woman came
on stage, dressed in relatively modern attire.  After a bit of dialog, they
started to sing a slow duet.

To Jennifer, the action on the stage was as important as background music
in a grocery store.  The seats in the audience were still in almost complete
darkness, and Richard continued to worm the phallus inside of her.
Jennifer's excitement continued to build as he pushed it further and
further inside of her.

As the duet ended, Richard had pushed the dildo as far as it would go
inside of her.  She could feel his fingers tickling her pubic hair, coming
close to her clitoris...

The spotlights went out.  The arm that had been around Jennifer now moved
as he still toyed around inside of her.  She felt him open up her purse and
take out something else.

The whole stage seemed to light up, and the first few rows were suddenly
awash with light.  Richard calmly pulled his arm out of her dress.  Jennifer
looked around quickly.  Judy, the woman next to her, seemed to be oblivious
to it, and her attention was focused on the stage.  However, the man on
Richard's side was giving the two of them a long, hard look.

The props on stage had been changed to resemble a small town in winter.
The stage filled with two dozen performers dressed in their winter finery.
After a few minutes of dialog, the performers started in on a meandering,
multipart song.

Not wanting to attract attention, Jennifer pushed herself back into her
seat.  The dildo was still inside of her, and was not in any hurry to
leave.  Jennifer twisted her hips and thrusted ever so slightly, but that
could not bring her any closer to a conclusion.

Jennifer moaned softly and looked over to Richard.  He was staring intently
at the stage, with a smile on his face.  His hands were folded together on
his lap, hiding something that she could only see the barest bit of.  She
wanted to ask to leave *now*!  She was so hot... both sexually and
physically.  She could tell that sweat was building up in the rubber that
she wore under the dress.  But with the concealed gag in her mouth, there
was no way for her to voice her desire.

Finally, the number was done.  The performers filed off stage, and the
lights slowly dimmed.  Just as darkness came over the theater, Richard's
hand was again under her dress.  Something round and hard slid against her
rubber covered flesh.  She was thrilled when she felt it sliding towards
her wet and ready pussy.

Richard pushed it inside her, above the dildo.  To Jennifer, it felt like a
small hard egg had been pushed inside of her.  He had to work it inside of
her, and Jennifer again slid down in her seat to aide him.  The egg was now
nestled in between her labia lips, above the dildo.  It was ever so close
to her waiting clitoris.  She felt some sort of wire coming out from it,
leading out through the slit in her dress.

The lights slowly returned, this time with three spotlights on the stage.
Jennifer did not even try to keep her attention on the stage.  Instead,
she looked down and tried to see what Richard had done.

A thin black wire now led out from her dress and went to a small box that
was in Richard's hand.  He was looking at her with a smile on his face.
As the orchestra started and the three performers started to sing, he pushed
one of the buttons on the control.

The egg inside of her woke up and buzzed inside of her.  It was for less
than a second, but it was enough to make Jennifer spasm in surprise.  Her
legs shot out, and she tried to grap the handrests of the chair.  The
restrains of the pursestrap held, but the motion of her secretly bound
legs was visible.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Judy
was looking at her.  As the vibrations died, she looked at the stage,
carefully lowered her legs, and worked her way back into her chair.

Every time that the music hit a particularly loud volume, Richard would
make the egg inside of her vibrate for a few seconds.  There was never
enough to get close to an orgasm, but always enough to keep her aching for
more.

Eventually, the song ended, and the lights died once again.  Jennifer
wriggled in her seat, trying to move the dildo and the egg around within
her.  With her legs restrained together, the vibrations had felt so intense
within her that she was sure that it would take less than thirty seconds
for her to orgasm.  Richard had never come close to allowing her that long
of a period of stimulation.

The next number, involving a half dozen actors, was more of the same for
Jennifer.  A sudden pause in the song caught Richard unaware.  Before he
could switch it off, there was a second of silence that was filled only
with the sound of the vibrating egg concealed withing Jennifer's outfit.

Judy looked at her sharply as Richard turned it off.  She looked like she
was about to say something, then the song suddenly resumed.  The young man
seated next to Richard also looked over.  Jennifer could not be sure, but
she thought that she saw a smile on his face.

Richard was more cautious for the rest of the song.  He sent only brief
second-long pulses of electricity into the egg, sending Jennifer into
another spasm of frustration.

The song ended, and the full lighting returned to the theather.
Intermission!  thought Jennifer.  People slowly started to get up and head
for the lobby.

Richard concealed the controls by tucking them inside of her dress.  She
could feel the control box rolling around loose inside the shiny black
satin.

Judy was very quick to leave her seat.  The man on Richard's side stayed
in place as his female companion left her seat and headed for the door.

I won't make it through two more acts!  Jennifer thought to herself.  I'll
be moaning and trying to scream by halfway through the second!  With no
other way to communicate her desire, she carefully moved her balance forward
and tried to stand up.

Jennifer made it only a few inches out of her seat, but Richard saw her
attempt.  "Need to stretch your legs?"  he said with a smile on his face.

Stretch my legs now?  she thought, rolling her eyes.  Richard stood up and
helped her get to her feet.  The man seated next to Richard had his eyes
locked onto her prominent breasts and tiny waist in the form fitting black
satin dress.

As Jennifer took tiny steps forward, she felt a tugging in her vagina.  Oh
god!  The egg is still in there, and the controls are swinging free!  She
tried to clench her legs together, but that did little good.  Just after
they passed in front of the man, she felt it pop loose from her.  There was
an audible 'thunk' as the device hit the floor.

Richard seemed oblivious to it, and Jennifer had no way to communicate her
problem to him.  She continued on, with her cheeks turning red.  As she
made it a few seats down, she looked back and saw that the man had picked
up the wet black plastic egg and control box.  He started to say something,
and halfway made it to his feet.  But then , after he took a closer look at
it, he sat back down, and carefully bundled up the sex toy.  It looked like
his cheeks were turning red, too, but there was a mischevious smile on his
face.

Richard apparently saw that too, but didn't say anyting about it.  Jennifer
slowly made her way up the aisle, with the dildo wriggling around inside of
her.  By the time that they had almost entered the lobby, she thougth that
she could feel that starting to slide out as well.

Richard guided her to the ladies's room, but Jennifer shook her head.  It's
not like I could do anything in there!  she thought to herself.  Instead,
she used her nose to point towards the main exit.

"Need a breath of fresh air?"  he asked.  Jennifer nodded emphatically.  He
guided her out towards the door, and she could feel the dildo sliding out
with each step.

Somehow, she managed to clench tight enough to keep it inside of her while
they were in the lobby.  Richard held the door open for her, and allowed
her to take tiny hobbled stepps through the doorway in her seven inch heeled
shoes.  Her feet were again starting to bother her.  As Richard closed the
door behind her, she felt the dildo drop free and hit the pavement below.

The sun had nearly set, and Richard did not seem to notice the fallen sex
toy.  Jennifer headed along the sidewalk, and tried to talk through her
gag.

"I hate to break the mood and take off your stylish hat.  Have you had
enough fresh air yet?"  he asked.  Jennifer shook her head.  "It will take
us awhile to get back into the theater.  We really have to leave now to
make it to our seats by the start of the second act.

Jennifer shook her head again.  "What is it?"  he asked.  "Don't you want
to see the rest of the show?"

Jennifer shook her head, emphatically, then moaned and wriggled up next to
him.  She thrust her hips against him as best she could in her restraints.

"Ah!  You are in a mood for something more... romantic?"  he asked.  She
nodded and grunted in assention.  "If you insist, my love," he said.  "But
our ride will not arrive for another hour and a half.  If we don't go back
in, we will have to amuse ourselves in other ways."

Jennifer nodded again.  Slowly, a part of her realized what he had said,
what he had called her.

He had said 'my love'.  Jennifer nearly lost her balance in her seven inch
heels and hobbled ankles as the implications of that that sank in.

Richard held her up and prevented her from stumbling.  "If my memory serves
me right, there should be a park nearby.  It's not far at all."

That's what you think!  thought Jennifer.  You're not wearing shoes like
these and you don't have your legs tied together.  She was unable to voice
her opinion, and concentrated to keep moing in the direction that Richard
led.

The theater had been constructed at the edge of the city.  After making it
to the corner of the theater and turning, Jennifer saw the park that he was
talking about.  Across the street from the theater, it was large and well
wooded, with several narrow cocrete sidewalks leading into it.  There were
only a few people that she could see.

They waited at the side of the street as Richard looked for an opening in
the traffic.  "I guess that I'm not patient tonight," he said, putting one
arm around her corsetted torso while the other went down to her knees.  She
let out a surprised grunt through the gag when Richard picked her up and
carried her across the street.

Probably faster than waiting for the road to be empty, thought Jennifer.
She was thankful that he did not put her down on the other side of the
street.  Instead, he started down one of the paths that led into the park.

Jennifer closed her eyes and savored the experience.  Swept off my feet by a
rich gentleman, she thought.  Just like the in the romance novels.  Except
this gentleman was also an incorrigible pervert, as her present attire
attested to.

Close enough for me, she concluded as Richard reached his destination.  An
empty park bench some thirty feet off the path was his destination.  Gently,
he put her down on the bench, then sat down beside her.

"Does this meet with your approval?"  he asked.

Jennifer nodded in reply.  A cool breeze came through the trees, but to her,
it felt refreshing, not chilling.  It reminded her that she was quite hot
within her rubber undergarments.

Richard reached into the slit in her dress and felt her crotch.  "You seem
to have lost something."  he said.  Jennifer shrugged, and managed to smile
in spite of her gag and the strap of her hat.  "Fortunately, I think that
you packed a few extras."

Richard's hand emerged from her dress, then he opened up her purse and
rummaged through the contents.  "Hmmmm," he said aloud.  "A bottle of
lubricant, a butt plug, a motorized dildo, and a few of these darling little
clips," he said aloud.  Jennifer had a hard time making out the object in
the waning light.  "We'll have to experiment with these before we go," he
said, putting the items in his pants pockets and closing up her purse.

Richard rose from his seat, but did not help her up.  Instead, he sat down
on the ground immediately in front of her.  "If you would slide forward?"
he asked, pulling her hips forward with his hands.  Jennifer complied,
wriggling forward.  When he was done, she was on the edge of the seat, but
her corsetted waist was still rigidly straight.  The top of her corset
rested against the top edge of the bench.

A chorous of crickets slowly started up as Richard pulled her skirt up and
slid forward.  When he let the skirt fall back down, the shiny black satin
almost completely concealed him beneath it.  She felt him working with the
restraints that held her ankles together.  A moment later, she found herself
able to spread her ankles apart freely.

The straps that held her knees together were next.  As she spread her legs
wide, Jennifer felt her muscles protest a bit from their restraints.  Another
cool breeze swept by, this time tinged with the scent of freshly mowed
grass.

She felt his fingers slowly sliding up her rubber stockined legs.  They
played with the garters for a moment, then Jennifer felt his fingernails
gently brushing her pubic hair.

She let out a moan and closed her eyes as the wetness at her crotch, never
fully gone, returned in force.  Oh, Richard...

He pulled the lips of her pussy out, then gently massaged her pussy with his
lips.  Jennifer opened her eyes, and saw the stars of the clear night sky
staring back at her.

He was slow and methodical with her, familiar yet still so frustrating.  She
moaned repeatedly in the night, and her pauses were punctuated with the
gentle rustling of leaves.

I'm so close, she thought as his tongue danced around her pleasure spot,
touching ever so gently.  Please...

The sound of rolling on the concrete brought Jennifer unwillingly back to
reality.  A young boy was slowly travelling down the path on his skateboard.
Jennifer held back her moans, and had to be content with heavy breathing
against the tightness of the corset.

The boy stopped his skateboard on the path and turned to her.  "Do you know
where the ball park is?"  he asked.  She could see that he was carrying a
baseball mit in one hand.

Jennifer tried to shake her head, but it turned only into a spastic head
roll as Richard's tongue suddenly found the spot within her.  Oh god, not
now!

Richard did not relent.  He found just the right spots within her and moved
his tongue about madly.  Jennifer was helpless to stop the orgasm that
coursed through her body.

"Uh, uh," she grunted through her gag.  She wanted to scream aloud, and let
the animal within her cry out to the world.  But, somehow, she willed her
vocal cords to silence.  Jennifer closed her rubber coverd legs around
Richard's head, partially as an attempt to get him to stop.

A few seconds later, she realized that the boy was still looking at her,
waiting for an answer.  Jennifer shook her head, hoping that he would not
ask her any more questions.

Fortunately, he did not.  The boy let out a sigh, then continued
skateboarding his way down the path.

You bastard!  she thought to herself.  I know that you heard the boy!  You
didn't even slow down for that.

Richard finally pulled away from her dripping crotch as Jennifer panted
against her corset.  He did not emerge from the folds of her dress.  Instead,
within a matter of minutes, Richard's tongue was again exploring the realm
of her sexuality.

He did not tease her long this time.  By the time that he was done, her head
was swimming with the pleasure.  Just for a moment, reality had faded away
as she had struggled to breathe in the corset.

Jennifer was panting as Richard took another break.  The evening had now
turned to night, and the full moon was peeking through a gap in the trees.

She had barely caught her breath when Richard started yet again.
This time, he was gentle and teasing.  When a pair of nighttime joggers went
by, Richard did not redouble his efforts.  Instead, Jennifer was able to
control herself for the brief seconds that they were in sight.  She thought
that they gave her a long look as they went by, but she could not be sure
in the darkness.

Jennifer dug her heels into the soft grassy ground as Richard brought her
closer and closer.  She spread her legs wide, and tried to bring herself
even closer to him.

Her tenuous balancing act on the bench was finally over.  She slid forward
uncontrollably, sending Richard to the ground underneath her.  When she came
to rest, she was sitting on Richard's chest, legs bent and heels driven into
the earth, with her back against the park bench.

Richard said something unintelligible and pulled himself out from under
her.  I was so close!  Jennifer thought.  She tried to get up, but her
awkward position prevented her from doing anything in a hurry.  Richard
made it to his feet before she managed to right herself.

He helped her get to her feet.  When she was standing, she found it almost
impossible to balance in the heels on the soft ground.  The spikes of her
shoes dug into the soft ground like razor sharp daggers.

Richard must have figured out her problem, because he bent down and picked
her up again.  This time, he went further into the park, out of sight of
the path.  Richard gently lowered her onto a soft grassy clearing surrounded
by shoulder high bushes.  The full moon illuminated her shiny satin covered
breasts and narrow waist as Richard reached down to unzip his trousers.

Jennifer moaned in anticipation as he threw up her skirts.  Now, her rubber
stockinged legs and stiletto heeled shoes were revealed to him in the
moonlight.  Without further disrobement, Richard brought out his penis,
crawled over her, and slowly entered her.

She put her cuffed hands and attached purse above her head as he slowly
worked around inside of her.  She surprised herself by climaxing within ten
strokes of his male member.  This time, she did not try to restrain herself
vocally.  A long moan escaped her, passionate even with the gag in place.

Richard continued his relentless pace.  He slowly increased in speed,
bringing her rapidly to two more orgasms.  Jennifer panted against the
corset, and found herself trying to twist around inside of it.

Now his thrusts were as intense as a jackhammer.  She felt him ejaculating
inside of him, followed seconds later by her own climax.  This time, it was
just a bit too much for her.  Between the intensity of the experience, and
the constriction of the corset, she found herself passing out in the
grass.

She woke up only moments later, with the touch of Richard's lips on her
own.  It was too dark for Jennifer to make out his face, but the touch of
his breath upon her face was unmistakable and unforgettable.  Jennifer
wanted to kiss him deeply, and thrust her tongue deep inside of him.  But
with the gag in place, all she could do was to answer his kiss in kind.

"Our ride will be here shortly," he said to her.  "Don't worry.  I didn't
forget about the toys that you brought."

It took her a moment to remember what he was talking about.  She heard him
doing something, then she felt a lubricated, rubber object being gently
pushed into her anus.

Jennifer resisted at first, then consciously relaxed her sphinter muscles.
She felt a good sized butt plug slide up inside of her.  The base must have
been very narrow, and when it was all the way in, it felt like she could
keep it there for quite a while.

Next, Richard put the dildo inside of her.  He managed to get it all the
way inside of her, and gave her a quick kiss in the pubic hair before
proceeding further.

He placed the vibrating egg above the dildo, perpindicular to it.  With
the wire attached control box, Richard sent a brief pulse of power through
it.  This sent a chill down Jennifer's spine that ended in her toes.  He
then put the control box thorugh one of the slits in her dress.  Jennifer
jerked her legs in surprise as she felt Richard attach a small clip to her
outer lips.

He placed five more on her.  Each one held the two edges of her outer lips
together.  When he was done, he had effectively sealed both the egg and the
dildo inside of her.

Richard must have put the leg restraints in his pockets, because he put
these on her next.  Jennifer did not struggle as he pulled her legs together
and bound her knees and ankles.  This increased the pressure in her filled
 and sealed pussy.

Richard stood up and helped Jennifer to her feet.  Again, her heels started
to sink into the ground, but he did not let go of her.  He picked her up yet
again.  With the arm that was supporting her torso, he managed to grab ahold
of the control for the egg inside of her.  As he carried her towards the
path, he turned it on and sent the orb inside of her buzzing.

Oh god!  she thought.  The seal of clips on her pussy, combined with the
pressure of having her legs together, made this even more intense than
before.  Before they had even made it to the path, she found herself moaning
and rolling her head.

When they emerged from the park, he found that the road was momentarily
clear of vehicles.  Richard carried her across the street, then put her
down on her feet on the sidewalk next to the theater.  Several people
outside were giving them looks.  Richard took the control for the egg inside
of her in his hands.  Instead of turning it off, he turned it to high
speed.

Oh god!  How could you!  Jennifer was swaying, trying to keep her balance
in the heels and hobbles.  For a finishing touch, Richard pushed the control
box down into the slit in her dress.  She could feel it dangling at her
ankles, and with each swing it tugged a bit more at the egg inside of her.

Richard supported her as they slowly made their way towards the front of the
building.  Jennifer found her eyes closing as the egg inside of her buzzed
and squirmed madly.  Oh, god!  she thought as an orgasm swept through her
as they turned the corner.

Her legs collapsed under her, but Richard held her up.  He had to drag her
forward as her head rolled around and her legs flailed uselessly.

She tried to get her legs under her again, but this only sent another wave
of sensations through her.  She wrigled under the dress, but there was
absolutely no way to get the device away from her most sensitive parts.

Jennifer slumped against him and moaned.  She had a vague feeling that
people were staring at them, and a few were saying things to Richard.  The
words did not register in her mind, and their looks were beyond consideration
right now.

She had to fight for consciousness as yet another wave coursed through her.
Jennifer was vaguely aware as Richard picked her up and headed towards a
waiting limousine.

When Richard put her down on the seat, Jennifer convulsed her legs and
arms.  When is it going to stop?  Jennifer wondered deleriously as the
corset and the vibrator stole consciousness away from her.

As she woke up, she felt the limo rolling to a stop.  "We're home," said
Richard.

Jennifer noticed that the buzzing in her crotch was gone.  A clench of her
sphinter muscles and a bit of wriggling told her that the sex toys were
still firmly in place.  The rest of her outfit appeared to be in place as
well.

The door opened, and Richard stepped outside first.  He leaned back in and
helped Jennifer slowly wriggle out.  With a slight smile and a wink, the
limo driver closed the door behind them and drove off.

Richard supported her as she wriggled in her hobbles and seven inch heels
towards the front door.  He held the door open for her with one hand while
his other was near her in case she needed support.

She was slow, but made it into the house without incident.  Richard closed
the door behind her and guided her over to the couch.

The two of them sat down, and in the process, she became acutely aware of
the sex toys that were still inside of her.  Jennifer tried to yawn, but
the strap of the hat kept her mouth closed.  I hardly had any sleep last
night!  she thought.  I guess that it's catching up to me.

Richard fished in his pocket and brought out a ring of keys.  After trying
several, he found one that could unlock the hatstrap.

Once it was free, Jennifer reached up with her rubber gloved hands and
pulled the mouthpiece out.  "Finally!"  she said, grinding her jaw around
to work out the soreness.

"I want to thank you for tonight," said Richard.  "I had a wonderful time."

Jennifer looked at him, then looked down at her bound rubber gloved hands.
"I... enjoyed myself," she said, simply.

"What is it?"  he asked.  "You don't sound very enthusiastic."

"Oh!  I really enjoyed myself.  Really," she said.

"There's something that you're not saying."

She was silent for a moment as she collected her thoughts.  "I'm very happy
that you enjoyed yourself.  This was all for you," she said, then broke into
a yawn.

A pained look came across Richard's face.  "Was it that mundane and boring
for you?"

"Oh, no!  I... didn't get much sleep last night.  In fact, I didn't get
any."

The look faded from his face.  "Then, what is it?"  he asked.

Jennifer chewed on her lip.  "I... you had me hot this entire evening.  The
park...  I don't think I'll ever forget that."  Richard continued to look
at her, and said nothing.  "With all the toys that you use, and all the
teasing... most of the time, what I really wanted was you!  I was going
nuts!"

Richard thought about that for a few seconds.  "I see," he said, with what
might have been disappointment.

"I don't mean to make you feel bad.  Really.  You took me places that I've
never been before.  I'm not saying that I don't want you to use the toys.
I... just..."  she paused, and took as deep of a breath as she could in the
corset.  "It's just that I loved it when you made love to me in the park.
I want more of that."

Richard was staring off into space as he listened to her.  "Maybe..."  she
continued.  "Tonight, couldn't we...  I want to spend the night with you.
In your bed," she said.  Those words were hard to say.  Even with the rather
hedonistic lifestyle that she had been experiencing, those words took effort
to utter.

Richard met her eyes, and she could not interpret the look that he gave her.
"I... would like that," he said.

"And...  I guess that I'd like to think of myself as a little more than just
the hired help," she said.

"You are *so* much more!"  he said, emphatically.  "You cannot imagine how
much more!"

Her stomach, even in the corset, grumbled unhappily.  "I'm also rather
hungry," she said.

"I'll just order pizza," he said.

"So," she asked with playful tone of voice.  "I am very tired, and I bet
that you are too.  I think we should retire early, right after we eat."

"You're probably right."  Richard reached through a slit in her black satin
evening gown and pulled up the controls for the egg inside of her.  "What
are you going to do with that?"  she asked.

With a sudden flick, he sent it roaring to life, then tucked the controls
back under her dress.  "Until the pizza gets here," he said with a smile on
his face.  "I still need to order it."

For the first time in a long while, Jennifer was able to let out a full
moan, without any gag to impede her.  "You're a cruel man!"  she said as she
tossed her head from side to side.

Jennifer was lying on her back on Richard's bed.  She no longer wore the
dress, leg hobbles, or hand restraints, but the remainder of her fetish
clothing was still on her.  Seven inch heels adorned the feet, and shiny
black rubber stockings covered the legs.  They were held up by a rubber
garter belt that was over her satin corset.  Her arms were still covered
with black rubber gloves from fingertips to armpits.

Each of her limbs was tied to a post on the bed by a sturdy leather strap.
The lights in the room were dim, and she had to strain to see Richard's face
above her.

He lowered himself down, and she felt his torso pressing against her.  As he
brought his lips down to meet hers, she was finally able to give him the
passionate kiss that she had wanted to give him all night.  Their tongues
touched at first tentatively, then the force of passion and lust took
control.

She could feel his manhood rising to the occasion, and it brushed against
her rubber covered inner thights.  Jennifer moaned as the kiss continued,
and Richard slowly slid into place within her.

"Take me," Jennifer said after their lips finally parted.  "I want you so
badly.  Just take me!"

Richard took that invitation to heart, and let loose the animal within.

She was again naked in the realm of dreams.  Jennifer was travelling down a
long tunnel under the earth, with an almost blind mole as her guide.

"What's the hurry?"  she asked.

"She's near, near!"  the mole said.

Suddenly, the tunnel opened up into a small cavern.  Embedded in the ceiling
were gemstones of every color, and each of them was glowing brightly.  This
illuminated the items below.

On the floor, there was a chaotic assortment of fetish items, scattered with
metal armor and medival weaponry.  "You said I'm supposed to prepare for
battle?"  she asked.  Experimentally, she picked up a gleaming silver
sword.  "I can barely lift it!"  she exclaimed.

"No, no!"  exclaimed the mole.  "She will never give way against that!"

Jennifer scanned around the floor.  "I don't understand."

"A sword will never win his heart!"

Comprehension slowly sank in.  She found a pair of thigh-high stiletto
heeled boots, and quickly slipped them on.  "Hurry!  I can hear her
footsteps!"

Sure enough, Jennifer could hear the sound of stiletto heels clicking on a
stone floor.  Hurriedly, she put on a pair of black rubber gloves, then she
pulled a satin corset around her waist and hastily tightened it.

The footsteps were closer, closer.  Jennifer scanned the room, and pulled a
tight black rubber pencil skirt up to her waist.  It held her knees
together, but she could still walk.

"Too late!"  screamed the mole.  Looming in the shadowy entrance was a
female figure.  Jennifer could not make out the face, but she knew the
name.  "Susana," she whispered.

She heard a sharp cracking sound as the woman sent her whip forward.  She
was covered with gleaming black leather from neck to toes.  Her feet were
encased in stiletto heeled boots, and as she stepped forward into the room,
she could see the familiar face from the photos in the attic.

"So, you're the bitch in the house now?!"  she exclaimed.  "I do not
tolerate anyone touching what is mine!"  she said, with venom in her voice.
"He was mine once, and he will be mine forever!"

"Then why did you leave him?"  she asked.

A look of rage came across Susana's face, and she struck out with her whip.
Jennifer put her hands up, and felt the whip connect with her forearm.
Strangely, there was no pain through the rubber.  "*He* was the disloyal
one!  *He* did not bow to his rightful master!"

She sent the whip at Jennifer yet again.  This time, it connected on her
forehead.  A very sharp pain suddenly shot through her skull.  "Aaah!"  she
said, as she staggered in the heels and pencil skirt.

"*He* is the one that could not let go!"  she screamed.  "I knew who I was,
but he would not let be that person!"  Susana sent the whip flying yet
again.  This time, it connected at her waist.  Through the corset, Jennifer
felt nothing.

Wait a second, thought Jennifer.  The whip only hurts if it touches bare
skin!  She searched around for something to cover her shoulders, breasts,
and head.

A rubber cloak with attached hood met the bill.  She squirmed towards it,
and before Susana could send the whip flying again, Jennifer had put the
hood on her head and tucked her body within it.  She had only small holes
for the eyes, nose and mouth.

Susana's fury continued.  But each strike of the whip was rebuffed by the
outfit that she wore.  Confidently, Jennifer walked forward towards her.

A look of defeat crossed Susana's face, and she dropped her whip.  "There's
one more that you must face," she said, as her body slowly turned to smoke.

What a strange dream, thought Jennifer as she woke up.

She was still tied spread eagle to Richard's bed.  The long black rubber
gloves, stockings, heels, garter belt, and corset were still all in place
on her.

Richard was nowhere to be seen.  The light coming in through the almost
closed curtains indicated that it was morning.  "Richard?"  she said, and
there was no reply.  "Richard?"  she said, louder now.

There was a faint voice from the distance.  Jennifer could see that the
bedroom door was partially open, and that's where the voice had come from.

Richard came into the room a minute later, dressed in a blue robe and
carrying a tray of food.  "Breakfast in bed?"  he said, putting the tray
down on the nightstand.

"Sounds good to me," she said.  "But... it's a little hard for me to eat
right now."

"I don't understand," Richard said, breaking off a small piece of bacon and
putting it in her mouth.  "As far as I can tell, you're mouth is working
fine.  That's all you need to eat, actually."

Richard fed her breakfast to her one bit at a time, and brought a straw to
her lips so that she could sip her juice.  "Um, there's one other thing.
I really have to pee," she said.  "It's been a *long* time since I've done
that!"

Richard said nothing in reply, but simply walked around to the corners of
the bed and untied her arms and legs.  Jennifer took a moment to move her
shoulders and legs, then brought her feet to the floor and stood up.

She had forgotten how high the heels were that she was wearing.  Jennifer
lost balance after the first step, and had to grab ahold of Richard to keep
from falling.  "Sorry," she said.

Richard just smiled and helped her to the bathroom.  She attented to her
bodily functions, then came back to the bedroom, walking slowly in the
heels.  She found him sitting on the bed, munching on his own breakfast.

Jennifer sat down next to him.  "What now?"  she asked.

"I'm not sure, actually," he said.  "I haven't made plans for the day."

"That's not what I meant," she asked.  "What about us?"  Richard did not
look like he fully understood the question.  "Am I... am I still just the
hired help?"

"No, Jennifer," he said.  "You are much more than that."  He put another bit
of food in his mouth.

"Then what am I?"  she asked.  "What are we?"

Richard stopped chewing.  "That's... not an easy question," he said, then
swallowed.  "Not easy at all.  Dear Jennifer... when I first hired you, I
was never expecting anything like *this*!"

"But isn't that what you were hoping for?"  Jennifer asked.

"You're more than I dared hope for!"  Richard replied enthusiastically.  "So
much more!"

"But what am I to you?"  she asked.

Richard was silent for a few seconds.  "What do you want to be?"  he asked.

"I want to be with you for a long time," she said.  "I want to be at your
side."  The next words choked in her mouth.  Dare I say it?  Will I lose him
if I do?

The words came out, almost unwillingly.  "I want to be your wife," she said.

Richard looked at her, boring into her with his eyes.  "Do you... do you
know what you're asking?"  he asked.

"I want to marry you," she reiterated.  This time there was no hesitation.
The act of saying it aloud had crystallized the idea in her mind.

"I've been married once before," he said.  "It didn't work out.  What makes
you think that this will?"

"Don't you want to marry me?!"  she asked sharply.

"That's not what I said," he said, with his voice rising as well.  "Jennifer,
darling, I want you to be *sure* of what you're getting into.  I've had a
marriage go sour, because we were not honest with what we wanted."

"I know that I want to be with you," she said.  "I'm sure of that."

"Are you?"  he asked.  "In my way, I'm a very demanding man," he said.  "I
have money, and I have desires.  I life my life the way I choose to, and I'm
not very likely to change much of that."

"I wouldn't ask you to change," she said.

"Think about that carefully," he warned.  "I have a long list of expectations
that I have for a woman -- for *you*," he said.  "Let me tell you what your
life will be like.

"You will exist for my pleasure, in the way you will look, and the life you
will lead.  You will be able to count on one hand the number of hours in a
week that you will not be corsetted, wearing heels, and restrained in some
way.  I will stimulate you as often and in any way that I choose, and I will
spend my free time thinking of new ways to keep you guessing.  If you
displease me, expect to be punished as I see fit.

"Freedoms that you take for granted will be taken from you.  What you wear,
how you look, when you go out shopping, how you spend your free time... that
will be mine to decide."

"Richard..."  Jennifer asked, interrupting his soliloquy.  "How... how does
that differ from how you have been treating me?"

Richard paused to think about that for a moment.  "You have a point.
actually, it's not that different.  But... it may be an even more extreme
version of what you are experiencing now."

Jennifer looked down at herself and saw the nineteen inch corset and seven
inch spiked heels that she wore with her rubber ensemble.  She had a hard
time picturing how it could become more extreme.  "I've stayed here, doing
what you wanted me to do, being the woman that you wanted me to be.  I've
stayed.  I'm not going to say that I enthusiastically love every second of
it, or every detail.  But... you've shown me things, done things to me...
that I've never even imagined existed before.  I...  I like being here.  I
*love* being with you.  I want it to continue, but I want us to be even
closer?  Can you understand that?"  she asked.

"I understand, but...  I'm not sure if I truly *believe*," he said.

"Believe?"  asked Jennifer.  "You don't believe me?"

"I believe that every word you have said is sincere, and true from you
heart," he said.  "But... perhaps its 'burned once, twice shy.'"

"What will make you believe?"  Jennifer asked.  There was a sinking feeling
in her stomach.  I love you!  What more could I possibly do to convince
you?

Richard looked down after seeing the look on her face.  "I'm sorry for
doubting you," he said.  With a sudden motion, he left the bed and jumped
to his feet.  Richard went to his dresser, and knelt down to rummage through
a bottom drawer.

"What are you doing?"  she asked.  Her heart was pounding in her chest.  Am
I going to lose you?  she wondered.

He stood up and turned around.  In his hand was a small box.  "These things
really should be done properly," he said.  Richard walked over to her, and
knelt down on one knee.  "Jennifer, my love," he said, opening up the box
and withdrawing a diamond ring.  "Will you marry me?"

Jennnifer had to remember to breathe.  It took her several tries before any
sound could come out of her mouth.  "Of course I will marry you!"  she said,
breathlessly against the tightness of the corset.

She offered her hand, and Richard slowly pushed the white metal ring onto
her black rubber covered finger.  He had to twist it a couple of times to
get it on, but when he was done, it was firmly in place on her finger.  She
brought the ring close and examined it in wonder.  The ring was made of a
shiny metal, just as heavy as gold, but brighter than white gold or silver.
A single large diamond sparkled, flawless to her senses.  "Oh, Richard!"
she said, throwing her arms wide.

Richard lept to his feet and embraced her.  He pulled her to her feet and
twirled her around the room.

In the seven inch heels, she found that she was taller than him by a couple
of inches.  Richard had to pull her down to kiss her.

They made love that morning on his bed.  Every time that she saw the ring
that was on her finger, another shiver would go through her as Richard sent
her to the heights of pleasure.

Jennifer lost track of the time that they spent together.  She felt like she
was walking with the clouds as Richard touched her tenderly and then
savagely.  The tightness of the corset didn't seem to bother her a bit.
Instead, she simply enjoyed the experiences that the corset gave her when
she was near orgasm and her body struggled for breath.  She didn't fight
against it, just experienced it.

It must have been past noon by the time that they were done.  Jennifer was
lying on her side, with her eyes closed, while Richard snuggled up behind
her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist.

She might have dozed off, and her dreams were filled with the music.  Sounds
of wedding bells mixed with sweet melodies passed through her mind.

A growling stomach finally roused her from her slumber.  Richard was still
behind her, barely shifted from his previous spot.  Jennifer twisted around
to face her fiance, and put her black rubbery arms around his body.

"I love you," she breathed to him.  "My wonderfully perverted husband to be."

Richard smiled and stroked her hair with his hand.  "I love and adore you,
dear Jennifer," he said.  "Forgive me for breaking the mood, but a few
details need to be discussed."

"Like what?"  she asked.

"A wedding date," he said.  "And our lives between now and then."

"What is today?  I've completely lost track of the date."

"May twenty fourth," he said.  "A friday."

"How about tomorrow?"  she asked.

Richard smiled broadly at that.  "Oh, no!  Some sort of preparations have
to be made for the event.  It will be a grand affair, I guarantee!  You
don't even have a dress yet!"

"What about the one I found in the basement?"  she asked, playfully.

"An intriguing idea, but no.  A dress must be made uniquely for you.  I
insist."

Jennifer accepted this.  "Is there any reason to wait?"  she asked.

"I would think it would take at least two weeks to prepare," he said.

"Other than that, no," he said.

"How about two weeks after tomorrow," she said.  "I think that would be
June eighth."

"June eighth it is then!"  he said.

"Is there anything else?"  she asked.

"Yes, there is," he said.  "I... feel that I should... show you what it
will be like to be married to me," he said.

"You haven't already?"  she asked.

"I'm not sure of that yet.  But I will be," he said.  "For the next two
weeks, you will experience what it truly will be like to be married to me,"
he said.  "I have to be sure.  If, by the wedding day, you do not wish to
go through with it, I will understand."

"Oh, I love you so much!"  she said.  "What possibly makes you think that
I wouldn't go through with it?"

That question was echoing through her mind the next day as Richard brought
in her saturday outfit.

He had let her disrobe completely Friday night, engagement ring included,
and they spent the night together in his bed.  Jennifer woke up alone in his
bed, with fond recollections of the night in front of her eyes.  Just a few
minutes later, a nude Richard returned with a box in his hands.

First, he brought out a corset.  This one was made of a dark purple satin.
It extended from the bottom of her breasts to her hips.  This one had the
same hidden latched closures as the black one she had been wearing, but this
time in back.  She saw that Richard had brought the motorized corset
tightener as well.

"What size is that?"  she asked him.  Jennifer slid off the bed and stood up.
She found herself on her tiptoes, as her feet refused to flatten on the
floor without a pain shooting through the backs of her legs.  Jennifer stood
on her tiptoes and leaned against one of the large posts of the bed.

"Eighteen inches, I think," he said as he put the corset around her.  The
corset had cutouts around each breast, and did not in any way cover either
of them.  Richard attached the device to the back of the corset, then
plugged it in and let the motor and gears slowly pull the corset closed.
Richard did not wait for the device to finish its work before continuing.
Next, he pulled out a pair of purple satin high heeled shoes.  These looked
to be equal in height to the seven inch ones that she had worn yesterday.
Jennifer did not relish trying to balance in the heels again today.
However, it was just as uncomfortable now to try to balance *without* any
heels on!

Jennifer sat down as Richard locked the shoes onto her feet.  The corset
continued to close, and she now had to take quick shallow breaths as the
corset pulled her waist in.

Richard now waited for the motor to pull the corset shut.  The wait must
have been over five minutes.  By the time she heard the latches of the
corset click shut, she was actively panting for breath, even though her
exertions were minimal.  "God, this is tight!"  she exclaimed aloud as
Richard removed the motorized device from the corset.

Richard did not reply to this.  He simply brought out his next device.
This was a matching purple satin armbinder.  Jennifer balanced in her ever
so high heels as Richard went behind her and guided both of her arms into
the single sleeve.  This laced up in back and had several straps that would
attach around her chest, holding the binder in place.  Richard first buckled
the straps in place, then started to lace the armbinder together.

He did not stop until she could feel her elbows touching.  The muscles in
her shoulders were protesting the abuse, and every inch of her arms and
hands felt to be under pressure in the satin restraining device.

The last thing that he brought out was a helmet.  Again, this was made out
of purple satin.  There were zippers for the eyes and mouth, and two small
holes for the nose.  In back, there was lacing that would allow the hood
to be tightly fastened around the head.

Richard slipped the hood over her head, and laced it up in back.

The zippers were open, so Jennifer was able to look around as Richard laced
the helmet up.

The shoes, the corset, and the armbinder were all causing unique cramps and
aches to go through her body.  "Is that it?"  she asked, sounding short of
breath.

"For now," said Richard.  Deliberately, he closed the zipper over her mouth,
then the ones that allowed her to see.

Jennifer was now completely in the dark, and her short rapid breaths hissed
loudly through her nose.  She tried to ask him another question, but the
helmet held her mouth shut and reduced it to a mumble.

She felt him fastening something that felt like a collar around her neck.
She felt a tug on it, and stepped forward in the direction of the force.

Within three steps, she had stumbled in her seven inch heels.  With the
armbinder in place, there was no way that she could use her arms to stop
her fall.  But before she could fall, she felt Richard catch her body and
hold her up until she could regain her footing.

Slowly, Richard led her through the house.  She thought that were in his
den, but could not be sure.

"Kneel down," Richard directed.  Carefully, she lowered herself to the
floor.  "Now back up," he said.

Jennifer did so, and had to bend over forward as she felt something hard on
top of her.  I bet that's his desk above me, she thought to herself.

She heard him pull a chair forward, then felt his legs agains her shoulders.
He spread his legs wider, bringing her helmeted head near his crotch.  "This
is not punishment, Jennifer," he said by way of explanation.  "Consider this
to be... training.

"Your sexual skills, although good for one with no formal training, need to
be honed to a new height," he said.  "Your goal will be to pleasure me at
least ten times before the day is up," he said.

Ten times?  Jennifer thought.  *Ten* times?

"As motivation, you will not be allowed to have any pleasure of your own
until you have suceeded at least five times," he said.  "Also, if you do
not suceed, you will be sentenced to solitary confinement for the night,"
he said.

She felt him unzip the zipper that restrained her mouth.  Her crotch was
wet, and what she really wanted to do was to pull him down and have him
right there.  But with the armbinder, there was no way for her to do that,
or even touch her own crotch.  She felt the tip of Richard's erect penis
brush up against her lips.  Slowly, she opened up her mouth and leaned
forward, taking his rod inside of her mouth.

It was mostly erect when she brought it in, and became fully erect when she
started to run her mouth up and down the length of it.

This is one time that I'm glad he's *not* hung like a horse!  Jennifer
thought.

She had no way to keep track of time.  Jennifer used the tricks that she
had learned from her previous experiences, employing her tongue, teeth, and
even the back of her throat.  Although hard within her mouth, she heard him
calmly talking on the phone, quoting stock prices and apparently conducting
business of some sort.

He was in mid-sentence when she finally felt his manhood start to twitch.
Richard did not cry out in any way when his semen started to shoot into her
mouth.  All the reaction that she noticed was a tensing in the legs and a
short pause in the conversation.

Jennifer sucked it down, having no other way of dealing with it.

When she was done, she pulled back and tried to get more comfortable.

Her jaw and lips were sore already.  The position under the desk was crampt,
made more so by the corset and armbinder.  And even though she was not
walking in the shoes, her toes were protesting the sharp angle that they
were being bent by the shoes.

How am I going to do it *ten* times?  wondered Jennifer.

She managed a second one, but the effort left her absolutely drained and
sore.  "I have to stop," she said, panting and moving her jaw back and
forth.

"If you wish," he said, pulling his chair back.  He helped her to get out
from the desk and stand up.  "Do you need to sit down?"

"Please," said Jennifer, and he led her over to a chair in the den.  She
had to sit on the front edge to make room for her bound arms behind her.

"I brought something to drink and to snack on, if you would like."

Jennifer remembered that the day had started out without breakfast.  Skipped
meals seemed to be the norm, as of late.  "That would be very nice," she
said.

Richard put a straw to her mouth, and let her drink down a cool, tangy
citrus drink.  He fed her bitewise something that tasted like sechwan
chicken.  "That's enough," said Jennifer.

"Ready to continue?"  asked Richard.

"Not yet," she said.  Her mouth was still protesting the previous exertions.
She heard him leave her side and sit back down, presumably at his desk.

"I have a rather clear idea of what the wedding should be like," said
Richard.  "I know that the wedding details are usually the responsibility
of the bride and her family, but our situation is unique."

She thought about that for a second.  "I'll agree with that."

"But...  I'm not going to decide every detail.  Who should be your maid of
honor?"  he asked.  "And any bridesmaids?"

Jennifer thought about that.  "I think that Vicki should be there," she
said.  "A bridesmaid.  But... a long time ago, I promised my younger sister
Laura that she could be the maid of honor at my wedding.  Is that allright?"
she asked.

"Well, how do you think your sister would take it?"  Richard asked.

Jennifer thougth back to Vicki's renewal of vows that she had seen and
experienced.  How would she take that?

"I really don't know," she said.  "I think that, if I'm going to have her
here, we should fill her in on some of the... details before she shows up.
I have a feeling that this is going to be alot like Vicki's walk down the
aisle," she said.

"There will be similarities," agreed Richard.

"Anyone else?"  he asked.

"Not my mother!"  Jenifer said sharply.  "I don't want that bitch anywhere
near me!"

"What about your father?"  asked Richard.

This brought Jennifer up short.  "I... don't know where he is.  He left my
mother when I was in third grade."

Richard was quiet for a long minute.  "At least that simplifies it a bit,"
he said.  "I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"Oh, you had no way to know," she said, as old memories spun their way back
through her mind.  "I don't blame him for leaving.  I just wish that I could
have gone with him."

She heard Richard walk up to her and cup her face with his hands.  "Are you
going to be all right?"  he asked.

"I will be," she said.  "I did my crying about it a long time ago."  She
knew that her statement was only a half truth.

He stayed there for another long silent moment.  Jennifer felt his lips on
her own, and he stroked her shoulders gently.  "I have my own guest list,"
he said.  "It includes all five of the other owners of Fantasy Supreme, and
their signifigant others.  I would like Becky and Henry to be there as well.
I'm not meaning to completely take over the guest list..."

"Oh, that's all right," she said.  "I understand.  Actually, I think I'm
ready to continue my 'training'.  Is there anything you want to tell me?
About how to do it better?"  she asked.

Richard helped her to return to her seven inch heeled feet.  "Not yet.  I'll
give you some hints tomorrow if it comes to that," he said.  He guided her
back under the desk and sat down in front of her.  His penis was mostly
limp, now.  She had to bring it back to life with her lips before she could
bring it inside of her mouth.

Jennifer felt Richard finally squirt his semen into her aching mouth.  She
swallowed it down, and almost immediately pulled back.  "That makes five!"
she said triumphantly.

Richard was letting out a small moan at the time.  A few seconds later, she
heard him push his chair back.  A tug on her collar directed her to inch
forward and stand up.

Yet again, she needed support to stand in the seven inch heels.  Somehow,
she had been able to ignore the pain in her feet from the shoes and the ache
in her shoulder and arms from the armbinder.  The hood was still over her
head, leaving her in darkness.  She was finally somewhat accustomed to the
eighteen inch corset, and she did not feel like every breath was a struggle.

"I have good news and bad news for you," came the voice of Richard.

"What do you mean?"  she asked.

"The good news is that you reached five, and I promised you some pleasure
of your own at that time."  Memories of Richard's hard penis and tender
kisses came to mind.  "But the bad news is that it's bedtime.  You've only
made it halfway to your goal."

"Bedtime?!  But..."  I dont' want to sleep alone tonight, she finished
mentally.

"But what?"  he asked.

"But that means I won't be with you tonight!"  she said forlornly.

"Well, if you feel that way..."  he said.  "I might be able to bend the
rules a bit.  You can stay in my room tonight..."

"Thank you!"  she said.

"But there's a price to be paid."

"What do you mean?  Price?"

"If you choose to stay in my room, you must wear your fetching outfit until
tomorrow evening," he said.  "No breaks.  If you choose your room, at least
you will get a change of clothing."

Change of clothing...  Knowing Richard, the bedtime clothes wouldn't
necessarily be any better than these.  "I'll stay with you," she said.

Richard led her to his room, and let her use the bathroom there.

She heard sounds of Richard's activity as she relieved herself.  A few
minutes later, Richard came to get her.

Jennifer was surprised when Richard suddenly put his arms around her torso
and lifted her off of the ground.  "What are you doing?"  she asked.

"Rewarding you for reaching five tonight," he said.  He slowly lowered her
to the floor, and she felt something cold and rubbery pushing against her
pussy.

Jennifer shifted and allowed the dildo to enter her.  When she was finally
back on the floor, she felt a rigid pole between her legs.  The pole
terminated in the dildo that was now between her legs.  Even in her high
heels and her legs straight, the dildo was at least six inches inside of
her.

Richard slowly stroked her breasts, and she felt a warm, moist tongue gently
touching a nipple.  A shiver went through her, and she twisted around on the
phallus.

While one of his hands stroked her breasts, another went down to her pussy.
He soon found her clit, even with the dildo in place, and within minutes,
she was panting against the corset, desperately trying to keep her legs
under her in the ultra high heels.

Two rapid orgasms followed.  As she moaned in the aftermath, she felt
Richard leave her side.  Jennifer heard him attach something to the back of
her corset, and the top of her armbinder.  "What are you doing?"  she
asked.

"Getting you ready for bed," he said.  "I wouldn't want you to fall during
the night."

Richard had apparently finished his work.  Jennifer tried to lean forward,
but was held up by the top of her corset.  He must have tied it to the
ceiling or something, thought Jennifer.

"But I thought..."  said Jennifer.

"I said that you could stay in my room.  I said nothing about sleeping in
my bed.  And I also did not promise a good night's sleep," he said, ending
the conversation by zipping the mouth of her hood shut.

Jennifer would have had a stunned look on her face if anyone could have seen
it.  She twisted and turned, but all she did was make herself hot again by
moving the dildo around.  She experimentally tried to bend her knees, and
let the dildo slide further into her.  The straps held her up, but the
pressure on her corset and arms soon became too uncomfortable, so she
lowered her feet again.

"Goodnight, Jennifer," he said.

She spend the night in a dazed, aroused, half asleep state that was not
restful at all.  Twice during the night, she became so stir crazy that she
twisted around on the dildo until she managed to orgasm.

As soon as she heard Richard moving around, she started to make noises
through her gag.  "Eager to make an early start, I see," he said.

Richard released the straps that held her up.  Jennifer felt her knees
trembling, and Richard had to quickly lift her off of the dildo before she
collapsed.  He guided her to the bed and had her kneel down in front of it.

Richard unzipped the mouth of her helmet.  Before she could even speak, she
felt his penis against her lips.

At least my mouth isn't sore, she thought, bringing his penis inside of her
mouth.  I don't know if I can do what he asks!

Richard was good to his word about the advice.  "Use your tongue on the
underside of the penis," he said.  "Right behind the head.  That's it," he
encouraged.

"Don't bother to use much pressure most of the time," he said.  "Continuous
gentle motion works better for me than frantic suction."

Sure enough, she was able to bring him to four orgasms by lunchtime.  Fatigue
was stalking her, but she was determined not to give in to it.  After the
fifth, he let her sit down while he went to work on her pussy with his
tongue.  He brought her to orgasm three times before she went back to
work.

The tenth one came shortly after supper.  "Finally!"  she said, triumphantly.

"Indeed," he said.  "I think you have earned a break."

Richard left, presumably to get the equipment he would need to release her
from her bondage.  By the time that he returned, she was lying face down on
the floor, asleep.

Jennifer became barely conscious as Richard took off the armbinder, shoes,
and helmet.  By the time he had put her down in bed, she was asleep again.

She woke up to the feeling of a warm body next to hers.  Richard's arm went
around her still corsetted waist.

That night, they did not make love, or if they did, Jennifer did not remember
it.  Instead, she stayed close to Richard, and just enjoyed his presence
there as she dreamed.

Richard was up first, and she woke to the smells of breakfast.  "You are
only temporarily relived of the kitchen duties," he said, putting a tray of
food on the bed, "while we attend to other matters."

Jennifer just smiled and started to munch upon what he had prepared.  "What
today?"  asked Jennifer.  "Or shouldn't I ask?"

"You've learned your lesson well enough for now," said Richard.  "We have an
appointment this morning at the dressmakers," he said.  "I also thought that
it might be a good day for you to get ahold of your sister, Laura, and see
if you can get her over here sometime to talk about the details, as well as
setting up an appointment for her at the dressmakers."

Jennifer thought about that for a moment.  "I'm trying to think of a way not
to talk to my mother," she said.  "My sister's through with high school...
I know!  Laura has a job at a video rental place down on seventh," she said.

"I'll just call and talk to her there."

Richard left and returned with a phone book.  "Is this the place?"  he
asked, pointing out an entry in the book.

"Looks like it," she said.

"The nearest phone is in the den," he said.  "You can call from there."

Jennifer tried to get to her feet, but the aches in the backs of her legs
were even worse now.  "Those heels are doing something to my legs," she
said, sitting back down.  "Everything's tight now -- I'm having trouble
flattening out my foot."

"You were able to walk in the heels last night," he said.

"Maybe that's what I need."

"I'll get a pair from your room," he said.

Richard returned with her black patent six inch heels.  They required a
lock to stay in place.  "This is what I could find on short notice," he
said.  She presented her feet, and he locked the shoes in place.

Walking in the six inch heels was a relief compared to what she had been
wearing.  This is the most comfortable way I've walked in days, she thought
to herself.

Richard brought the phone book with them to his den.  She sat down in a
chair before placing the call.

"Seventh street video," came a familiar voice.

"Is Laura there?"  asked Jennifer, being cautious.

"Jennifer?!"  said her sister.  "Where have you been?"

"It's a long story.  Can you talk?"  she asked.

"For a little bit," Laura said.  "No one is in yet this early.  Why did you
call?"

"Well...  I'm getting married."

"Married?!  Is this a joke?"

"No joke, Laura.  Two weeks from last Saturday is the date."

"Oh my god!"  she said.  "Are you pregnant?"

This brought Jennifer up short.  She sure had been having enough unprotected
sex lately.  It should be time for her period any time now.  "No, I'm not
getting married because I'm pregnant," she hedged.

She made a mental note to ask Richard a few hard questions about that.

"Where is it going to be?"  Laura asked.

"I'm not quite sure yet," she said.  "Richard is making the arrangements."

"Richard?  Who's Richard?"

"The man that I'm going to be marrying," said Jennifer.

"Mom's gonna go ballistic," said Laura.

"That's kind of what I want to talk to you about," said Jennifer.  "I don't
want you to tell her."

"You're gonna do this without her?"

"I hope so.  But...  I'd like you to be there.  As my maid of honor."

There was a moment of silence from Laura.  "I'd like that," she said.

"Do you have a car yet?"  asked Jennifer.

"Yea.  It's looks beat up, but it runs."

"When could you come over, so that we could talk about this, and get you
set up with a dress?"  she asked.

"There's not much time, is there?  I think that mom's going out drinking
tonight, as usual.  I could probably leave by eight.  Where are you now?
His place?"

Jennifer looked at Richard.  "Directions here?"  she asked.

Between the two of them, they were able to convey the location.  "That the
ritziest subdivision within three hundred miles!"  Laura said.  "Who the
heck is this guy, anyway?"

"You'll get to meet him soon."

"I've got to go.  Customer," she said.

"Remember, don't tell mom!"  Jennifer said as her sister hung up.

"How did it go?"  asked Richard.

"She'll be here tonight, sometime after eight," she said.

"That will be fine," said Richard.  "Come on.  We need to make it to the
dressmakers.

The dressmaker turned out to be a woman named Mary who worked at Fantasy
Supreme.

Jennifer was just wearing the corset and heels.  Richard had found her a
long coat to wear for the ride.

It felt very odd, for the dressmaker to be making her measurements while
she was essentially naked.  But she was very professional, and took only
ten minutes or so for what she needed to do.

"You need to come back friday for a fitting," the woman said.  Mary was in
her mid thirties, with long black hair.  She was wearing a black vinyl cat
suit and heels.  "I have you penciled in for ten.  That's it for today."

Jennifer put the coat back on and thanked the woman for her time.  "How did
it go?"  asked Richard as she emerged from the dressing room.

"Fitting friday," she said.  "At ten."

They went to the car, and Richard drove off with her.  "Where are we going?"
she asked as he took an unfamiliar route.

"I thought that we'd stop for lunch," he said.

"Like this?"  she asked.

"It's cloudy and threatening outside," he said.  "We'll eat at an outdoor
cafe.  Just don't take your coat off.

Jennifer was rather nervous as Richard parked the car.  He exited and opened
the door for her.

Jennifer gingerly stepped out and walked next to Richard.  She hugged the
coat tightly, but it only came down to mid-ankle.  Tbe extreme height of her
shoes was visible to all of the several dozen people that were also walking
down the sidewalk.

They took an unoccupied table.  A waiter came over to them, and was
obviously very distracted by what was showing of Jennifer's legs.

"What can I get you?"  he asked, tearing his eyes off of Jennifer.

Richard ordered for both of them.  The lunch seemed to take forever for
Jennifer.  Everywhere she looked, the patrons seemed to be staring at her.
They would look away quickly, as she met their gaze, but not quickly enough
to escape notice.

"You seem to be the center of attention," said Richard.  There was a smile
on his face as he held her hands.  She felt him slip something on her
finger.  "I thought you'd like to have this," he said.  "You won't always be
able to wear it."

It was the engagement ring that Richard had given her earlier.  Her
embarassment at the whole situation faded, replaced with a warm glow.  "I
love you," she said staring into his eyes.

"I love you too," he said.  "I hope that you can say that to me in two
weeks," he replied.

"Oh god!  This guy is loaded!"  Laura said after Richard had left the room.

Laura and Jennifer were sitting in the main living room, across from each
other.  Jennifer was wearing her black satin dress that she had worn to the
musical.  Laura was garbed in jeans and a T-shirt.

"Mother doesn't know about this, right?"  asked Jennifer.

Her sister shook her head.  "I didn't say a word to her.  Are you really
gonna do this without telling her?"

"We're having a slightly more formal elopement, that's all," rationalized
Jennifer.

"So, how the heck did you meet this guy?"  she asked.

"Well, it's really a long story," said Jennifer.  "But I was fired from my
last job, and the debt collectors were closing in on me..."

"I don't know if I like the sound of this," Laura said.

"Richard advertised for a live-in maid," she said.  "I really needed the
money, and I was lucky that Richard hired me."

"Uh huh," said Laura, sounding unconvinced.

"Well, obviously a little more happened," said Jennifer, looking down and
turning slightly red, "But in the end he proposed to me."

"Why do I have the feeling that you're leaving out a *lot*?"  asked Laura.

"Well..."  temporized Jennifer.  She's going to find out soon enough, she
thought, either when she's fitted for her dress or at the wedding.  "He's a
little kinky," she said.

"With all this money?"  said Laura.  "I could put up with a little kinky,"
she said.  Laura looked around, and did not see Richard anywhere.  "What's
he into, anyway?"  she said in a conspiratorial whisper.  "Spanking?
Bondage?  What?"

Jennifer had no idea that her sister knew about such things.  Before she
could reply, she heard Richard's footsteps.

"I brought refreshments," said Richard, carrying a tray with three full
glasses on it.

Jennifer took one, then Laura did.  Richard sat down next to Jennifer as her
younger sister asked a question.  "You're obviously well off," she said.

"Why don't you have a servant or three to bring the drinks out?"

"Well, I had one," said Richard.  "But it seems that I'm to marry her in two
weeks.  That has changed our relationship a bit," he said.  Richard looked
at Jennifer.  "Afterwards, we can talk about bringing any more employees on
board," he said.

"I see," said Laura as she sipped her drink.

Jennifer crossed her legs.  She was wearing black six inch heels on her
feet.  Rubber stockings covered her legs.  Laura stared at her older
sister's feet for a long moment as her shoes became visible.

"Jennifer has an appointment to have her dress fitted at ten on friday,"
said Richard.  "Could you make it at ten-thirty?"  asked Richard.

"Probably," said Laura.  "I don't think I work till three on friday.  I'll
check.  Where is it?"  she asked.

"The sign said FS incorporated," said Richard.  "It's off of sixty third
street.  Ask for Mary."

Laura throught about that.  "That sounds familiar somehow," she said.

"We wanted to talk to you ahead of time," said Richard, "because we're not
exactly having a traditional wedding,"

"What do you mean?"  she asked.

"The wedding is going to be here, not at a church," said Richard.  "And it's
going to be a theme wedding.  All guests in appropriate costume."

"That's cool," she said.  "Theme, like a medival or civil war theme?"  she
asked.

"Something like that," said Jennifer.

"What's the theme?"  asked Laura.

"I'll be blunt," said Richard.  Jennifer braced herself, prepared for the
worst.  "It's kinky outfits, fetishes, and bondage," he said.

Laura's eyes opened wide at this, in spite of Jennifer's previous hint.  "My
god," she said softly.

"Can you see why a church is not an appropriate setting?"  he said.

"Um, yea," she said.  Now it was Laura's turn to look away and blush.

"We will understand if you have a problem with this, and don't want to
participate," he said.

"I... god, I don't know," said Laura.  She looked up at Jennifer.  "You're
really gonna do it this way?"  she asked.

"For Richard, anything," she said, with a smile.  Richard returned her
smile, but only halfheartedly.

"I'm... geez, this is so strange," said Laura.

"How can we help you to make up your mind?"  asked Jennifer.  "I'd really
like to have you there."

"Well, maybe if you told me what I'll be wearing for this 'theme' wedding?
And what I'm supposed to do?"

"Well, it won't be too different from a normal gown," said Richard.
"It's... acutally, it's fairly close to something that Jennifer has in her
wardrobe now," he said.  "Would you like to do a bit of a dress rehersal,
so to speak?"

"That would probably be good," said Laura.

Laura stood there in the red rubber hobble dress.  From the shape of her
body underneath, it was obvious that she was wearing a corset underneath.
Six inch red stiletto heels were on her feet.  "You look wonderful!"  said
Jennifer as Laura slowly turned in place.  She was very unsteady in the
heels, and Richard had to steady her more than once.

"All you have to do is walk down the aisle," he said.  "You will have the
best man there to lean on," said Richard.

"This is so weird," said Laura.

"I'd really like to have you there," said Jennifer.

"All right," concluded Laura.  "I'll do it."

With her sister gone, Jennifer sat down on a chair and looked at Richard.
"Richard," she said.  "There's something that's been bothering me," she
said.

"What is that?"  he asked.

"Well, I've lost track of time, and I'm not quite sure, but I think my
period was supposed to come yesterday or today," she said.  "What if..."
she asked.

Richard smiled at her.  "I'll bet you anything that you're not pregnant,"
he said.

"H... how can you be so sure?"  Jennifer asked.

"This issue came up once before, with Susana," he said.  "I had a
vasectomy," he said.

But he's so young, thought Jennifer.  "You don't want kids at all?"  asked
Jennifer.

"Not exactly," said Richard.  "But I know what my preferred lifestyle is,
and I don't want accidental children.  I have at least a dozen frozen sperm
samples, however, in case I... in case *we* should want to have children."

This made Jennifer feel better.  She knew that she did not want a child
 now... but that might change someday.

As Richard had guessed, by the next day, Jennifer felt the familiar
sensations of her menstraual flow.

Today, Richard had dressed her in the nineteen inch black satin corset,
rubber gloves, rubber stockings, six inch locking heels, and her locking
long sleeved rubber maid's outfit with the very flared skirt.  She wore a
chastity belt as well.  This one had a rear butt plug, but there was no
front dildo.  Richard had allowed her to put a tampon there instead.

Richard left her alone most of the day, saying that he had preparations to
make for the wedding.  Before he left, he gave her a long list of things to
do around her house.

Jennifer surprised herself by finishing the list well before suppertime.
She found that walking in the six inch heels was almost automatic now.  It
took an effort to remember what it was like to walk *without* heels.

When Richard returned, he found her sitting on the couch, watching
television.  "Is everything done?"  he asked her as he put his briefcase
down.

"I think so," she replied.  Richard sat down next to her.  "Did you get
everything done that you wanted to?"

Richard nodded.  With a complete lack of subtlety, he reached down and
unzipped his pants.  "Do you remember your lessons?"  he asked.

Jennifer was surprised for only a moment.  She slid to the floor and kneeled
down in front of him.

Wednesday brought more of the same.  Except that, this time, she was wearing
handcuffs with only a few inches of separation, and ankle fetters with
twelve inches of chain between them.

Jennifer barely finished Richard's list of chores before he returned.  He
seemed surprised to find out that she had finished all of her work.  Like
tuesday, the evening passed by with her knelt down in front of him.

Thursday's outfit was a repeat of Wednesday's.  Hoiwever, this time the
chain between her ankles was only six inches long.

This time, Jennifer did not manage to get all of her chores done.

"You need to be punished," Richard said simply.

"This is not fair!"  she said to him.

"I never promised to be fair," said Richard.

She had no reply to this.  Jennifer fumed slightly as she took mincing steps
to follow Richard to his bedroom.

She spent the next few hours in her outfit, blindfolded and gagged, with her
hands held up above her by a chain connected to the ceiling.  She was never
sure when Richard was in the room or not.  Finally, he let her arms down and
took off the blindfold and the gag.

Next, he unlocked her handcuffs and fetters.

"It's bedtime," he said, as he unlocked the chastity belt.

After three days of enforced abstinence, Jennifer was not at all patient.
As soon as she was free, she grabbed ahold of his pants, unzipped them, and
pulled them to the floor.

Jennifer had to lean against the wall and pant for breath as the corset
closed in around her waist.

Mary the dressmaker watched her calmly.  "How tight is this going to go?"
Jennifer asked.

"It should be eighteen inches around, when it's done," she replied over the
hum of the motors.  Although the corset had standard lacings in back, the
cords were being pulled by two electric motors set into the walls of the
dressing room.

"I think that your sister's here," she continued.  "This will take at least
another ten minutes," she declared.  "I'll be back when it's done.

As Mary left, Jennifer was left there, leaning up against the wall of the
small room.  She had to balance in white seven inch heels.  The switches for
the motors were just out of arms reach in either side, and there was no way
that she could possibly touch them, even if she tried.

Other than the tightening white satin corset and the shoes, she was wearing
nothing.  The long raincoat and black six inch heels that she had worn here
were piled in a corner of the room.

Jennifer heard voices outside the dressing room, but could not make out any
of the conversation.  Although she had become accustomed to breathing and
moving in corsets, this one became very challenging to breath in as it
approached its final tightness.

Just as she thought that she could not take it anymore, the whine of the
motors stopped.  She slumped down and let out a tiny sigh of relief.
Jennifer could only move down a few inches as the corset strings held her
in place.

She guessed that it was several minutes before Mary found her.  Dressed in a
skin tight black rubber body suit, she reached over and unlached one of the
sets of corset strings from the motor.

Mary expertly wrapped the strings around Jennifer's waist without losing any
of the tension.  She repeated this with the other corset strings, then tied
the two together.

Jenninfer turned to look at herself in the mirror.  Her figure was beyond
fabulous now.  With the so small waist and breasts that were supported and
separated by the corset, she was approaching the realm of fantasy.

"Sit down.  Let's get your slip on now," said Mary.

Jennifer sat down on the bench in the dressing room.  Mary brought in a
box, and a long white satin slip was inside it.

As she wriggled into it, Jennifer realized that the term hobble slip would
be more appropriate.  Jennifer stood up with her legs tightly together as
Mary laced it up in back.

The slip was made of white satin.  It was extremely tight around her waist
and legs.  Her knees could not move from their position.  As she tried to
step forward, she found that she was fortunate to be able to take steps
longer than four inches.

Mary left the room again.  When she returned, she came back with several
very frilly crinoline underskirts in her hands.

They were able to slip them over her head and down into place around her
ever so small waist.  There were six of them total, the last one the
largest.  When they were done, there was hardly room left for Mary to stand
in the dressing room.  For six feet in each direction, all Jennifer saw was
fluffy white netting.

Mary left again.  This time, when she returned, she had a very long white
satin wedding dress in her hands.

Jennifer nearly fell over in the attempt to get it on over her head.  They
finally managed to get it on her, and zip it up in back.

Mary helped her to get out of the dressing room.  This was aided by the fact
that there was no doorway to the room, only a very wide curtain.  Jennifer
took dozens of baby steps in her hobble slip and heels before she even
managed to get out of the room.

They emerged into the main display room.  Mannequins were displaying rubber
and leather outfits of all types here.  Under Mary's direction, she
continued forward, until Jennifer was at the center of the room.  The, the
rubber clad woman walked around her and arranged the dress and train around
her.

When she was done, she brought out a large mirror so that Jennifer could
see herself.  The effect left her light headed.  "It's like a fairy tale,"
she said.  The dress was made of soft, shiny white satin, with elaborate
embroidery and beads all around it.  There were huge puffy satin shoulders
attached to the long sleeves of the dress.  In front, the dress went all the
way to her neck, but there was a heart shaped cutout in front that revealed
as much clevage as was legal.  This cutout area was covered with the
filmiest white material, hiding nothing underneath.

She could never remember seeing a dress this large before.  Bigger than the
dresses in Gone with the Wind, bigger than the good witch in Oz, bigger
than the woman in The King and I.  Then, there was her impossibly small
waist perched above all of that vastness.

"God!"  she heard a familiar voice say.  Jennifer turned her head, and saw
her sister walking out of another dressing room, escorted by Mary.

Laura was dressed in a long sleeved, neck high hobble dress.  The material
was a shiny, slightly stretchy bright blue vinyl.  Like Jennifer, there was
a heart shaped cutout above her prodruding breasts, covered only by a wisp
of blue translucent fabric.  It looked like her breasts were on the verge of
breaking through the tight fabric of the dress.

Jennifer had never known her sister to be particularly chesty.  However,
the narrowness and stiffness of her waist revealed where her clevage had
come from.

The dress looked to be a little looser than Jennifer's slip.  Her sister
took quick steps, almost a foot long each, towards her.  Matching blue five
inch heels adorned her feet.

"You're something else!"  said Jennifer after she saw the effect the dress
had on her sister.

"Look who's talking!  That thing is unbelievable!  I've never seen anything
like it!"  exclaimed Laura.

"We have a few more things to get done here," said Mary.  Jennifer watched
as the dressmaker directed Laura to walk and turn around, all the while
observing her closely.  She brought out a notepad and jotted down a few
notes.

"How does yours fit," Mary asked while looking at Jennifer.

She spent a moment studying the sensations of the dress.  "Fits like a
glove," she said.

"Raise your hands over your head," Mary instructed, "and turn from side to
side."

Jennifer complied as best she could.  Turning was easier said than done in
the corset, hobble slip, and heels.

"Mary, please call three two four," came a sound over the intercom.  "Mary,
call three two four,"

"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said.  "I won't take long."

Jennifer was left alone with her sister.  "I hate to break it to you," said
Laura, "but your finacee is nuttier than a fruitcake.  Just look at all
this!"  she said with a sweeping motion of her arms."

"He's different," said Jennifer.  "But that's just the way he is.  Is it
really that bad?"  she asked.

"Oh, I'm not trying to talk you out of this, or anything," she said.  "But
how many guys would even *think* of something like this, let alone do it?"

"Richard is strange in a lot of ways," said Jennifer.  "But that's the man
I love."

"Do you really like being dressed up like that?  Or like this?"  she said,
pointing to herself."

She thought about that for a long moment.  "I'm not sure that I *like* it.
I really don't mind it, and it's fun at times.  Honestly, what I like is the
effect that it has on Richard.  The way he looks at me," Jennifer had to
shudder with the memory, "God, for the way he looks at me, the way he
touches me, the way he talks to me, oh, everything about him, this is worth
it a thousand times over.

"Think about it, Laura," she said.  "Do you have any idea how *sexy* you
look now?  Especially to a guy that's even the least bit kinky?"

Laura turned and examined herself in the mirror, saw the narrow waist and
the heaving breasts.  "I suppose I do look rather... hot," she said.

"That's an understatement," said Jennifer.  "I don't remember you *ever*
calling yourself hot or sexy before."

"That's true," Laura replied.  "All those cheerleaders at school, the guys
just fought over them to ask them out.  I hardly ever had a boyfriend, in
high school.  And now, I still don't," she said.

Suddenly, Laura looked up, like she had suddenly changed trains of thought.
"I have to know," she said in a conspiratorial whisper.  "Is Richard any
good in bed?"

As Jennifer thought about the question, she started to laugh.  How to
compare the feeble relationships she had had with Richard's ways?  More than
half the time, she was not even in a bed when he had made her orgasm.  The
toys, the teasing, the mind-blowing sex... how could she ever imagine going
back to a 'normal' relationship with anyone?  There was no comparison.
Richard was not even playing in the same *leauge* as everyone else!

"What's so funny?"  asked Laura.

"He's wonderful in bed," she said, not bothering to explain.  He's wonderful
everywhere else, too, like the kitchen, the park, the theater...

"You ask like you doubt that," said Jennifer.  "Did you think I was just
marrying him for his money?"

"Well... the thought *had* crossed my mind," Laura said.  "How much is he
worth, anyway?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," she said.  "Probably at least seven
figures."

As Laura was digesting this, Mary came back into the room.  "We're done for
the day.  We need to make a few final adjustments," she said.  "Come in on
monday, same times, and you should be all ready then."

They both nodded.  "Call me at home tonight," said Laura.  "After eight.
Mom is going out tonight, and probably won't be back before midnight."

Jennifer was sitting on a chair in Richard's den.  She was dressed in the
black rubber maid's outfit again, complete with corset, gloves, stockings,
and locking six inch heels.  Her crotch was still dripping from the
attention that Richard's tongue had been giving it.

Richard was sitting at his desk, watching her as she dialed the phone number
that she knew all too well.  After four rings, Jennifer was starting to
become concerned.

"Hello?"  came a faint voice.

"Laura, is that you?"

"Yea," she said, almost a sigh.

"You don't sound well," said Jennifer.

"She...  Mom...  I'm sorry!"  her sister said.

"Sorry?  Sorry for what?"  asked Jennifer.

"Oh, god!  I didn't want to, but I didn't know what else to do!"

"What are you talking about?"  She heard Laura stop for a moment to blow
her nose.

"Mom was driving around this morning, and she saw me on my way back from
the dress fitting," she said.  "I didn't mention it to her, she just thought
I was at work."

"God!  Did she rake you over the coals?"  Jennifer said, with vivid memories
coming to mind.

"She was more or less sober, so she was being her control everything, know
everything, threaten to take away the car, cold hearted bitch self!

"I didn't know what to say!"  she said.  "Maybe she saw where I came from.
I don't know.  I'm sorry!"  she said again.

"What exactly did you tell her?"  asked Jennifer.

"I told her that I was getting a dress," she said.  "That wasn't good enough
for her.  It's like she knew something was up.  She just wouldn't stop...
damn her!"

"What did you tell her?"  Jennifer asked again.

"I told her that I had seen you," she said.  "That you were getting married.
I'm sorry!"

Jennifer could not blame her sister.  In her darkest memories, she
remembered their mother.  Somehow, the woman knew exactly what buttons to
push with both of them.  She knew what to threaten, what failures of them
to bring up and throw in their faces, what buttons to push.  She could never
remember actually winning an argument with the woman, or ever seeing her be
nice to either of her daughters without an ulterior motive.  With Jennifer,
it was 'The Look That Could Kill' that would make her crumble.  With Laura,
her mother ranted and raved and screamed until Laura would give in, in
tears.

"She knows when, too!"  said Laura.  "There's no way that I'll be able to
make it there.  Mother will stop me.  She threatened to take my car away!
It's in her name, after all.  And even if I did, you know that she'd follow
me!"

"I know," Jennifer said with as large of a sigh as her corset would allow.

"I'm sorry," she said again.

She saw that Richard was looking at her intently, with a questioning look
on his face.  "Let me talk this over with Richard," she said.  "I'll try to
call back in a bit," she said.

"OK," said Laura.  "You're not mad at me?"

"No, Laura, I'm not.  I've lost track of the number of times that she's done
that sort of thing to me.  I hoped... well, call you back in a bit."

"Bye," Laura said simply.

Jennifer hung up the phone.  "What's going on?"  Richard asked.

Jennifer explained that Laura had spilled the beans to their mother.  "It's
not Laura's fault," she said.  "Our mother, the paranoid witch, can just
*do* that to us.  I can't even exactly explain how."

"Parents and offspring know each other in ways no one else can understand,"
said Richard.  "I understand, at least partially."

"What can we do?"  asked Jennifer.  "I really want Laura there.

Richard thought about that.  "Why don't you want your mother there?"  he
asked.

"Are you thinking of caving in and inviting her?!"  Jennifer said, eyes
wide.

"Don't jump to conclusion yet," said Richard.  "Why?"

Jennifer tried to calm down before answering.  "Everything she's touched
in my life seems like it was ruined.  My piano lessons, my first boyfriend,
the choir I sang in... damn it!  It's like she enjoys ruining my life!
This is the first thing that's happened to me that has been *good!* If my
mother's there, she'll criticize everything, she'll make a scene, she'll
make a stink, she'll make me look bad in front of everyone... that's just
the way she is!  That woman is poison in a human form!  I'm sure that she'll
do her best to find out more from Laura, like where we live.  By tomorrow,
I bet she'll be thinking of ways to crash in and ruin everything!"

"I just have a thought," Richard said.  "We might be able to get rid of her
by inviting her," he said.

"I don't understand at all," she said.  "I don't want her to be a part of
my life anymore!  I don't want her anywhere near me!  I also wish that
Laura could move out of the house," she concluded.  "Without me there, my
sister is getting all the attention now."

"Let me give you my ideas, and maybe you can give me a few as well.  We
could invite your mother.  However, there is a strict, and I mean *strict*
dresscode, especially for the female guests.  Your mother would not be
excluded from this."

Jennifer tried to imagine it.  "I still don't see how that helps," she
said.

"Is there anything that your mother particularly dislikes?"  he asked.

"Being humiliated," Jennifer said immediately.  "That's why she tries to
humiliate me and my sister.  I think that's what she fears the most.  I
know this because I saw her at a restauraunt and she made a complete fool of
herself over this waiter.  Afterwards... oh, it was bad at home!  She always
likes to be in control, as well.  She always has to have the last word.
Somehow, I don't think that dressing her up is going to do it, though.
She's never minded showing her body off.  That's never embarassed her, that
I know of."

"Hmmm..."  he said, chewing on his lip.  "I'm still thinking.  But about
your sister..."  he said, "you know, lately you really haven't been having
much time to get things done around the house.  And that's only going to
get worse after we're married."

Only going to get worse... that means I'll be doing less housework...
probably doing more with Richard...  I like the sound of that, concluded
Jennifer.  "What's your point?"  she asked.

"Perhaps your sister could work here for a while," he said.  "Be the maid,
and help out around here," he said.  "That could really free up your time
around here," he said.

"That would get her out of the house," she said.  "But...  I don't like to
share," she said, looking at him.  "Especially with my sister."

Richard looked a bit surprised, then recovered.  "I was not suggesting
anything of the sort," he said.  "If you don't like the idea..."

"As long as you know I don't like the idea of sharing, it will be fine,"
said Jennifer.  "I think that just about anything would be better than
life at home right now."

"There should be no problem with that," said Richard.  "No problem at all.
But as for your mother, how about something like this..."

Saturday morning, Jennifer woke up in Richard's bed.  The last night's
activities were a blur to her.  She tried to stretch, but found out that
her hands and legs were tied spread-eagle to the bed.

She wore nothing other than her restraints.  Richard was not in the room,
but she heard sounds of activity from outside the room.

Richard returned with breakfast on a tray and a box which he sat down on the
floor.  He was clothed in nothing except a pair of slippers, and the sight
of this brought a smile to her face.

Richard fed her while she was still tied to the bed.  After feeding himself,
Jennifer noticed that his penis was rather stiff.

"Isn't it a little early to have a hard-on?"  Jennifer asked in a teasing
voice.

"It's never too early for that," he replied.  Slowly, he slid onto the bed
and climbed on top of her.  He ran a hand down the side of her ribcage, and
nibbled on the side of her neck with his lips.

"Oh, Richard!"  she said aloud as a tremor passed through her body.  "Oh!"
She thrust upward with her hips, hoping to touch his manhood hovering just
inches above her.

Richard did not leave her wanting for very long.

Jennifer emerged from the shower with a towel over her head.  She didn't
even think of covering herself as she walked into Richard's room.  She wore
slippers with five inch heels as she walked out.

"So, what surprise do you have for me today?"  she asked him.

Richard gave her a slight smile.  He held up a piece of shiny black rubber
that Jennfier identified as a body suit.

The suit unlaced in back.  Richard helped her step into it after she kicked
off her slippers, and she noticed that he had spread some sort of white
powder on the inside that made it slide on smoothly.  She found herself
balancing on her tiptoes, unable to lower her heels without extreme
discomfort.  She hoped that Richard would put some shoes on her soon.

The suit covered her feet and legs entirely.  There was a long opening
between the legs that would give ample access to her crotch.  As Richard
slid it up on her, she felt that the rubber around her waist was much
thicker and stiffer.  When it was laced up, she was sure that it would
act like a corset.

Like that should surprise me any, Jennifer thought.  Next, she put her
arms into the body suit.  When they were in place, she saw that each sleeve
ended in a thumbless mitten.  The rubber of the mittens was very stiff and
unyeilding, making her hands effectively useless.

The last part of her body to go into the outfit was her head.  She found
something hard and unyeilding inside the hood, where her mouth wanted to
be.  Taking a guess, she opened her mouth and sucked it inside.

Sure enough, the hood came on easily afterwards.  As Richard started to lace
the back of it up, she was able to see herself in the mirror.  The hood had
small holes for the eyes, and even smaller holes for her nose.  Her mouth
was completely covered, except for a single tiny hole that hissed as she
tried to breathe through her mouth.  From the feel of what was in her mouth,
she guessed that it was a short rubber dildo with some sort of breathing
tube in it.

Richard lace it tight, but not as tight as the corsets she had been wearing
lately.  After he was done, he led her over to the bed and put locking six
inch black heels on her feet.

I can manage pretty well in these, Jennifer thought to herself.  And to
imagine that I used to have trouble in three inch heels!

"One more thing," said Richard.  He went over to a drawer and pulled out
what looked to be a large rubber coated watchspring with a small box on one
end.  What the heck is that?  Jennifer wondered.

Richard attached the small box to the front of her corset.  Then, he pulled
the springy rubber device down and into her crotch.

When it was in place, it hugged her body tightly from waist to the inside
of her vaginal cavity.  She could feel that it wanted to curl up even
tighter, and stayed tight against her even as she moved.

Right around her clit, it felt like the spring was a bit wider.

"I can tell that you're curious," he said.  "There are three parts to the
device.  At your waist, there is the power source.  At your favorite place,
there is a tiny vibrator.  Within you, there is a conductivity detector."

She felt a low hum suddenly start right next to her clitoris.  Jennifer
tried to grab the rubber spring with her hand, but the heavy guage rubber
prevented her from doing more than pawing herself.

"A sexually aroused woman will secrete a good amount of fluid down there,"
he explained.  "The conductivity detector is sensitive to changes in
moisture.  In essence, whenever you dry out down there, it will start to
vibrate.  When you get wet again, it will stop."

Sure enough, after a minute of stimulation and as the juices started to
flow, the vibrations within her stopped.  Jennifer made a tiny moaning sound
through the hole in her dildo gag.  This thing is going to drive me nuts!

"I just want to make sure that you're ready for me anytime that I want to
take you today.  As you can see, it doesn't get in the way of sex at all."

A satisfied smile came across his face.  Where the hell does he come up with
these ideas?  she wondered.

During the rest of the day, Richard had his way with her five times.  Each
time, there was less preparation than the last.  Thanks to the sporadically
vibrating device in her, she was always wet and lubricated, ready for him
to enter her.

The last time, Jennifer had turned around, just in time to see Richard's
erect cock as he pulled her to the floor and thrust into her a second later.
Jennifer orgasmed every time that he took her, and on one occasion she
orgasmed twice.

It was late evening before Richard let her out of the rubber outfit and took
the device out of her.

"Suppertime," said Richard, as he headed for the kitchen.

Jennifer remembered her previous trobles walking without shoes.  Before
following him, she took the opportunity to put the six inch heels back on
her feet and lock them on.

They had dinner nude, except that Jennifer wore the shoes.  "Your mother
should have received the invitation today," said Richard.

"I hope that Laura's alright," replied Jennifer.

"Well, with an official invitation, I don't think that your mother will be
as eager to ferret out information from your sister."

"I half expect to see her show up on our doorstep anytime now.  I'm afraid
that she's going to throw some sort of fit and keep Laura from showing up.
I don't know why, but I just have a bad feeling about this."

Richard thought about this while he played with his food.  "Do you have
something in mind?"  he asked.

"I just wish there was a way to get her out of the house *now*," said
Jennica.  "That way, my mother couldn't pull anything at the last minute."

"I have an idea," said Richard.  "Your old apartment is still paid for.
I made sure of that shortly after you started working here.  Perhaps Laura
could look after it for a few days."

Jennifer had forgotten that detail.  "That would be a good idea!"  she said.  "I hope that Laura will go for it.  I can ask her Monday at our fittings."

"Come on," Richard said as he pushed back his chair and stood up.  "The
supper dishes can be cleaned up tomorrow."

Jennifer gladly complied and followed Richard back to his bedroom, walking
in her six inch heels.

SMASH!

Jennifer watched the pieces of the bowl scatter about the kitchen floor.

"What was that?"  came Richard's voice.

"A bowl," said Jennifer.  She walked in her heels over to the closet and
found a broom to clean it up.

By the time she had returned, Richard was at the doorway.  Jennifer was
again dressed in the high necked rubber maid's outfit, with rubber gloves,
corset, rubber stockings, and six inch black heels.  "Come on," said Richard.

"I have to clean this up first," she said.

"You have to be punished," he replied calmly.

"Punished?!  I'm almost married to you!"

"Do you think that you can get away with this now?  I think not.  You will
still be punished for your mistakes when you're married to me."

Jennifer fumed, then calmed down.  "Alright," she conceded.  "I was a bad
girl."  She remembered that Richard's 'punishments' were often not true
punishments at all.

Richard led her to his den.  He pulled out a chair, and had her stand behind
it.  Out of his desk drawer, he pulled out a good quantity of rope and tied
her legs to the legs of the chair.

The next item he procured was a dildo.  Seven inches long and rather thick,
it took him some time to work it into her pussy.

He bent her over the back of the chair.  The chair was at just the right
height that the base of the dildo was against the top of the chair.  He
then tied her hands to the front legs of the chair.

Jennfier ground around, and found that she could move the dildo around
quite nicely.  "Mmmm..."  she said aloud.

Richard went back to his desk, and shed his clothes.  Jennifer could not
see what he was doing because her view behind her was blocked by the wide
expanse of the skirt of the maid's outfit.

She felt his penis brush up agains her buttocks.  This time, it felt very
wet and slippery, like he had applied lubricant.

Jennifer let out a gasp as he slowly guided it up into her anus.

"God!' she exclaimed.  Richard had put plugs up there before, but she could
not remember him ever screwing her there before!  "What are you doing?"

"Giving you a lesson," he said.  "Very bad girls can get it this way."

Richard was very slow with his movements within her.  The initial discomfort
was soon past, and soon she was grinding around, moving the dildo around
within her.  Without a vibrating toy, the process was slower, but her
excitement level did rise.  She was coming close, very close...

The tightness of the corset was again apparent, especially with her bent
over position.  "I'm so close," she said.  "so close..."

Richard stayed within her as she brought herself to a torturously slow and
protracted orgasm.  When she was done, he was still there, inside of her,
as hard as before.  "How... how long are you going to take?"  she asked.

"That depends upon how long it takes for you to get me to a climax," he said,
moving back and forth ever so slightly withing her.

"Oh, god!"  she said aloud.  This is going to be a long morning...

Jennifer moved her hips forward and back, as much as her restraints would
allow.  Richard stayed with her, resulting in only the slightest sensations
of motion.

The dildo was moving around inside of her again.  All she accomplished was
to excite herself further.  Soon, she lost track of her original goal, and
was simply grinding against the back of the chair.

Her head was swimming from her shortness of breath by the time that a second
orgasm went through her.  When she came back to reality, Richard was *still*
there, moving slightly back and forth inside of her rear opening.

She finally came up with a different strategy.  Jennifer clenched her rear
muscles as tight as she could, in pulses, as she wriggled and moved as best
she could.  She tried to feel his motions, and counter them with her
sphincter muscle clenching as tightly as she could.  She tried to push him
out of her, as well, like a bowel movement.

The combination of all of this finally sent Richard over the edge.  She
could feel him spurt his juices within her, and finally he slipped out of
her rear.

She was close as well, and she took a few minutes to bring herself to a
climax as well.

"Remember," he said, as he untied her, "Remember that I will expect this
from you as well," he said.

This time, Jennifer and Laura did not manage to cross paths until their
respective fittings were over with.

The two girls sat in the main lobby of Fantasy Supreme.  Laura was wearing
a T-shirt and jeans, and in her hands she had a large box.  Jennifer was
wearing only a long shiny black vinyl coat, with the belt cinched so tightly
that she must be wearing a corset underneath.  Her feet were in six inch
black heels.

"So, do you want to stay at my old apartment?"  Jennifer asked.

"That would be great!"  Laura replied instantly.  "I would have moved out
before, but there's just no way I could afford it right now."

Jennifer nodded.  "There's a key in a crack in the molding around the door,"
she said.  "On the right, near the floor.  You should be able to find it
without a problem."

"Mother threatens to kick me out onto the street every once in a while,"
said Laura.  "Now she can't threaten me with *that* anymore!"

"Did she get the invitation?"  Jennifer asked.

"She did.  She was upset at first, that you had not even talked to her about
it.  Then she called a couple of her friends up.  She was talking so loud
that I couldn't help but hear her.  One of her friends told her that your
fiancee was a multi-millionaire, and suddenly she was very quiet about the
whole thing."

"Has she given you any more grief about it?"  Jennifer asked.

"Not since the invitation arrived.  I think she was almost nice to me
today."

"Now *that* really worries me."

"Tell me about it.  Actually, I think I'm going to go to your apartment
right after this, and drop the dress off there.  Do you think that mother
would really wear something like this?"  she said.

"Maybe," said Jennifer, with a thought crossing her mind.  "I take it you're
going to go home and get some of your stuff?"  she asked.

"Sure.  How long can I stay there?"  she asked.

"For as long as you would like," replied Jennifer.  "I think that it's paid
up for several months.  But...when you see mother next, could you drop her
a hint that there will be some wedding guests that are just as wealthy as
Richard *and* unmarried right now?"

"Sure...but why?  Are *you* up to something now?"  she asked.

"Could be.  That's even a true statement.  There *will* be a couple of
unmarried available men at the wedding.  And they know that the wedding is
going to be...ah...different.  Every one of the guys that will be there is
just as kinky as Richard."

"I'll tell her," said Laura.  "You know, she'll do her best to throw herself
at one of them.  They'd probably be a hell of a lot better than some of the
guys she's dragged home!"

A car pulled up outside the lobby, and Jennifer saw Richard step out of it.
"My ride is here.  Oh, take this," she said, handing Laura a slip of paper.
"That's our phone number, just in case you need something.  Leave it at the
apartment.  I'd rather not give it to mother."

Laura nodded, and waved goodbye as Jennifer and Richard drove off.

"Is Laura going to move out?"  Richard asked.

Jennifer nodded.  "She didn't even have to think about it."

"I still haven't met this mother of yours that you talk of," he said.
"But I suppose that it's tradition to dislike the mother-in-law."

"I had a brainstorm while I was waiting," said Jennifer.  "I told Laura to
tell mother that there would be unattached guests at the wedding.  They
would be filthy rich and...um...kinky.  I thought that would get my mother
to come along and cooperate."

"Hmmm...that should work.  I take it that money can act as an aphrodisiac
for your mother?"

"I'd have to say yes," she said.

Richard rolled his eyes.  "That's exactly the type of woman that always
seemed to throw herself at me.  That is, until you came around.  Oh, well."

"You know, maybe we could take this a little further," Jennifer thought.

Maybe we could talk one of the three unmarried guys into... well...stringing
her along.

"Adam is engaged," Richard said.  "And Collin...well...I fear that he would
end up actually being taken in by your mother.  No...I think that Ben might
be the best bet."

Jennifer thought back to Vicki's descriptions.  "Ben has...what is it?  Two
live in girlfriends?"

"But he's technically not married," said Richard.  "Actually, Ben might be
very willing to help out.  Is your mother a good looking woman, or not?"

"She still has a good figure, I guess," said Jennifer.  "She can always
find a good looking guy when she heads out for the bars to troll for a bed
partner."

"Let me give Ben a call when we get back," he said.

Jennifer watched as Richard hung up the phone.  "He'll be happy to do it,"
he said.  "I could almost hear him drooling over the phone."

Just seconds later, the phone rang.  Richard picked it up, then handed it
to Jennifer.  "It's for you," he said.

"Hello?"

"Jen?  It's Laura," came the voice on the other end of the phone.

"My sister," she said to Richard.  He nodded, then walked out of his den,
leaving her alone to talk with her sister.  "What's up?"  she asked her
sister.

"Well...I looked at all the stuff that comes along with this dress," she
said.  "I knew about the corset, and the shoes, and I've tried on the dress.
But there's this other thing in here..."  she said.

"Yes?"

"It looks like... well, it looks like something that has two rubber dongs
on it!  It's some kind of belt or something.  There are batteries with this
thing, that go with the dongs.  Am I really supposed to wear this?  My god!
What a sick idea!"

"I'm sure that if you don't want to, you don't have to," she said.

"You...you don't sound surprised by this?"

"Do you think you're the only one?  Or the first to wear something like
that?  I bet that will be standard issue for the female guests."

"Have *you* worn this?"  Laura asked.

"Several times," she replied calmly.

"God!"  said Laura.  "What's it like?"

"Interesting, I'll say," she said.  There was a long silence from Laura.
"You know, you could always try it out first, alone," she said.  "To see if
you'll be able to handle it during the wedding."

"I...geez!  Your boyfriend is sick!"

"Laura...you know, I can't imagine him any other way!  And think about
this: Even with all this 'sick' stuff, I'm still going to marry him!"

There was another long pause.  "I...guess I'll try it out, then."  she said.

"Your choice, of course," she said.  "Call me back when you've made up your
mind."

A few hours later, the phone rang again.  Richard had been on the phone,
making calls, and had Jennifer underneath his desk, in the corset and heels,
giving oral attention to his penis.

"It's for you," Richard said, backing his chair up.

Jennifer wiped her face off with her hands before crawling out.  Richard
handed her the phone and let her sit down on his lap.

She felt his hard, wet penis up against her back.  "Hello?"  she said.

"Ah, hi," came the voice of Laura.

"Have you made a decision?"  guessed Jennifer.

"I think I'll try to wear it," said Laura.

"So, what did you think?"  Jennifer asked.

"Well..."  said Laura.  There was a long pause.  "My batteries wore out."

Jennifer couldn't help herself, and she started laughing.

Jennifer woke up with Richard still in the bed next to her.  "Good morning,"
she said, crawling over him and rubbing her bare breasts against his chest.

She was still wearing the corset and heels, but nothing else.  Slowly,
Richard's eyes opened up.  "Do you want me to make breakfast?"  she asked.

"If you would be so good," said Richard.

Jennifer walked out of the room in the heels.  The swaying of her hips
exaggerated by the heels and by conscious effort on her part.  Richard was
not in the kitchen by the time she was done, so she put it all on a tray and
returned to his bedroom.

Richard was sitting on the bed, still not completely awake.  "Is something
wrong?"  Jennifer asked.  "You're almost *always* the first one up!"

"I guess my body is just making up for lost time," he said.

"Lost time?"  she asked.

"I don't always sleep soundly," he replied.

Jennifer sat down next to him and put the tray down between them.  "So,
what's on today's agenda?"  she asked.

"I need to have Fantasy Supreme set up an appointment with your mother to
get a dress for the wedding," Richard said.  Jennifer wrinkled her nose at
this.  "I know that you don't like to talk about her, but it's necessary."

"I know," she said.  "Anything else today?"

Richard gestured towards the closet door.  She could see that there was a
mass of stiff black latex hanging from a hook on the door.  "What is that?"
she asked.

"You'll find out soon," he said.

They chatted a bit about wedding details as they ate.  When they were done,
Richard asked her to run the dishes back to the kitchen.

When she returned, Richard had laid the outfit out on the bed.  "Already?"
Jennifer asked.

"I just want to get an early start," he said.

It looked like a rubber body suit, with a zipper along the crotch.  However,
this one looked to be made of much thicker material than the last one she
had worn.

Richard unlocked her heels, but did not remove her corset.  Jennifer had to
sit down after the heels were off her feet.

This suit had a zipper in back.  With Richard's help, she worked her legs
into the outfit.

Once her legs were in, she found that her feet and toes were pointing
straight downward.  The material was very tight against her legs.  She tried
to bend her foot and her knee, but there must have been some very tough
boning along the length of the legs, because she could only move her knees
a few degrees,

She slid her arms into the outfit next.  The sleeves were similar, and her
hands were encased in inflexible thick thumbless rubber mittens.  She tried
to move her wrists or elbows, but the reinforcements in the outfit held her
arms straight out, and immovable.

Richard pulled the rubber around her waist.  The rubber fit her tightly
everywhere except the nipples.  There, two holes an inch in diameter each
had been cut to allow the tips through.

He zipped it up in back, and stepped back to look at her.  With the corset
on her, she could only move her shoulders, her hips, and her neck.  Other
than that, she was almost completely immobilized.  "I hope you don't want
me to walk in this," Jennifer said.

"You might actually be able to manage a step or two," he said.  "There's
reinforcement all along the legs and feet of the outfit.  However, I think
that balancing would be nearly impossible."

Jennifer looked at him calmly.  "I'm waiting, darling," she said, batting
her eyelashes at him.

Richard smiled at her.  "I'm not quite done yet," he said.  He went into his
closet, and returned with a thick black rubber hood.  "This too."

He unzipped the hood and slipped it over her head.  This one had a penis
gag that she had to allow into her mouth.  There was an air passage through
it that would allow her to breathe through it.

There were noseholes as well.  However, this one completely covered her
eyes.  Once the hood was zipped on, she was partially deafened and
completely blind.

She could only make a small moaning sound through the gag.  She felt him
unzip the crotch of her outfit.  "Oh, please..."  she thought.

A few caressed from his hands immediately made her wet.  She felt his lips
against her bare nipple, and a shiver coursed through her.  She spread her
legs wider, and tried to touch him with her stiff, rubber encased arms.

She felt the familiar sensations of a rubber phallus entering her.  After
it was fully inside of her, she writhed in frustration as he zipped the
outfit back up.

A minute later, the dildo within her started to buzz and vibrate.

Oh god, how long is this going to last?!

Knowing Richard, probably for a very long time.

The vibrations turned on and off at odd intervals.  She could orgasm
frequently, sometimes found herself unwillingly proceeding to another wave
of sensation, and occasionally was left to pant through her gag as the
vibrations ended just seconds too soon.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she heard Richard return.

The vibrations stopped, and she felt him unzipping her crotch.

The dildo came out, only to be replaced by Richard's hard and ready manhood.
She tried to wrap her legs around his body, but could not do it with her
knees held rigidly in place.

With the tiny holes to breath through and the corset, she nearly lost
consciousness as Richard has his way with her.  The orgasm she experienced
was dreamy, surreal, and, somehow, exquisitely beautiful.

Finally, Richard ended his explorations of her.  She felt him pick her up,
and within a minute, he put her down, with her legs sticking straight out,
on the toilet.

He must want me to use this, Jennifer thougth.  I'm going to be in this for
a long time!

It was late evening before he finally released her from her rubber bondage.
After she was out of it, she planted herself face down on Richard's bed,
wearing only the corset, and closed her eyes.  For a while, she had lost
track of what was real and what was imagined.  The part of her brain that
was involved in rational thought was stunned and reeling.

It took her several minutes of silence before she could look up at Richard.
"Are you all right?"  he asked.

She smiled dreamily at him, and he bent down to kiss her.

Wednesday morning started for them with the sound of the phone ringing.

Richard rolled out of bed to get it.  "It's for you," he said after he
returned to the bedroom.

Jennifer rolled out of bed, garbed only in the corset.  "Could you get me
some shoes?"  she asked.

Richard found the black six inch heels, and locked them onto her feet.
Jennifer walked in them like they almost weren't there and headed for the
den.

He had left the phone on the desk.  She picked it up.  "Hello?"

"Jen?"  came her sister's voice.

"Laura?  What are you doing, calling this early?"

"It's mother.  She...that bitch!"  said Laura.

"What did she do?"  Jennifer asked, sitting down on the desk chair.

"She took my car!"

"She did what?"

"She took my car!"  sobbed Laura.  "I found a note on the door today.  I
don't know how she found out I was staying here, but she did.  Maybe she
guessed.  It said that her car was in the shop, so she just came by and
took mine!"

"Why did she have keys?"  Jennifer asked.

"Well, her name is on the title," said Laura.  "I didn't have money, so
mother bought it for me in one a moment of weakness.  But the car is in
her name, and she had keys for it.  And...I picked up a second job at a
department store.  The video store cut my hours way back.  I want to save
up enough money to be able to live on my own.  Today was the first day...
and I missed it!  I tried calling in, but they just said that I might as
well not even show up today!"

"It's all right," said Jennifer.  "I'm sure that we can do something for
you."

"Damn, damn, damn..."  she said.  "I...sis, can you come over here
today?  Or over there?  I just want to talk to someone.  I don't want to
sit here alone."

"Hold on a second.  Let me talk to Richard," she said.

"All right,"

She put the phone down and headed back to the bedroom.  "It's Laura," she
said.

"I guessed that.  What's up?"

"My wonderful mother repossessed her car, and now she's stranded there,"
said Jennifer.  "Bus routes don't go there, and she missed the first day
of her new job because of that."

Richard shook his head.  "I can't understand how such a damnable woman
like that could have such a wonderful daughter," he said.

Jennifer blushed at that.  "She's really down," she said.  "I'd like to
spend some time with her to cheer her up."

Richard thought about that.  "I could get some more things done today," he
said.  "Maybe I can avert a few last minute crises a day or two early.

"Your car is still in the garage," he said, "and the keys are in the bottom
drawer of my desk.  It should be unlocked now."

"Thanks," said Jennifer.  She returned to the den and picked up the phone.

"Laura?"

"I'm still here.  Where else would I be?"

"I'll be over in a little while," she said.

"Thanks," she said.  "You don't know how much this means to me."

"I'll be there for you," she said.  "See you then."

"Bye."

Jennifer stopped at the bathroom to wash her hair.  She heard Richard
walking about the house.  By the time she was done, she heard the sound of
Richard driving away.

Now, what do I wear?  she wondered.

Having no easy way to remove or change the shoes or the corset, she added
to it by putting on the tight black rubber hobble skirt with the lengthwise
zipper.  She unzipped it from mid thigh to floor, so she could walk more
easily.

Over this she wore the long shiny black vinyl coat that she had worn to
the fittings at Fantasy Supreme.  It wasn't until she was pulling into the
parking lot that it ocurred to her that there was nothing covering her
breasts except the coat.

As she stepped out, she remembered her last visit here.  She remembered
her face flushed red as she ran from the apartment, showing the world
everything under her maid's outfit.  "What if I meet someone I know?"  she
wondered.

Who cares, came a reply from within her.

She walked up the sidewalk and entered the building.  There was no one
else in the hallway, so she carefully walked up the stairs and headed for
her old apartment.

Her knock was immediately answered.  "Come in."

The door opened, and Laura was standing there.  She looked to be dressed
only in a very long T-shirt.  Jennifer carefully walked in, and was
immediately greeted with a big hug.

"I miss having you around!"  she said.

Jennifer closed the door behind her.  "I miss you too," she said.

"Let me take your coat," she said.  Without thinking, Jennifer unbelted it,
took it off, and handed it to her.

Laura stared at her bare chest.  "I...hope you don't walk around like that
in public," she said.

Jennifer now remembered her wardrobe problems.  "It's a long story," she
said.

"I bet.  Want a T-shirt or something?"

"That's not necessary," she said.  Now, she barely thought about running
around the house bare chested.

As Laura put her coat away in the closet, Jennifer sat down on the couch.
A garbage can was nearby, and she saw several cardboard wrappers for
batteries.

"I see you've been trying your dress on," she said.

It was Laura's turn to blush as she sat down across from her.  "Well, only
the belt, actually," she said.  "I still can't...how do you handle thoes
shoes?!"  she asked.

"It just takes practice," she said.

"A lot of practice, I'd have to say," she said.  "I could barely make it
through the sittings.  How am I going to make it through the whole wedding
and reception?"

"That's the dress code," she said.  "I really doubt that Richard would
relax it for anyone."

"God, is he kinky!"  she said.  "Look at what you're wearing!"

"He likes this," Jennifer said.  "He *really* likes this.  And, honestly,
I think I like the attention that I get," she said.  There had been such
a thrill when they were at the park, and when Richard had taken her to eat
at the cafe.

"You must really love him," Laura said.

"He's a very loving man," she said.  "And very passionate.  It just so
happens that his passions are a little...different."

"Damn mother!"  her sister exclaimed.  "Damn her!"

"As far as the car goes, you can use mine" said Jennifer.  "I really don't
need it.  You'll just have to drop me off at Richard's."

"Thanks!"

"There's not much that I can do about your job," said Jennifer.  A thought
crossed her mind.  "Actually...I seem to remember something that Richard
said.  If you're looking for something else, Richard told me that you
could work for him for a while.  *That* could certainly help you out."

"Work for him?  Doing what?"  she asked.

"The same thing I was hired for," said Jennifer.  "You know, helping out
around the house."

Laura thought about that.  "I'd have to think about that," she said.  "I'd
have to talk to your fiancee about it, too."

"I'm sure you'll get the chance," she said.  "We can bring it up at the
reception, and I'll remind him of it tonight."

Laura nodded, then slumped down in her chair and sighed.  "What's on your
mind?"  Jennifer asked.

"Oh, just this whole mess with mother," she said.  "It's like I've barely
been holding on, then she pulls the rug out from under me."

"Mother might not be as much of a problem in the future," Jennifer hinted.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just watch at the wedding and the reception," she said with a smile.

"Just watch."

"You're up to something," Laura said, with here eyes widening.  "You're
really going to get her?  Get her good?!"

"I sure think so," she said.  "But I wouldn't want to spoil it."

"I've *got* to be there to see this!"  Laura said.  "But how am I going to
make it all day?"

"I've managed it," she said.

"I still have a hard time believing that," she said.  "I mean, with
everything."

"You don't believe me?"  she asked.

"I...have a hard time," Laura replied.

"Let me prove it then," she said.  "Where's the belt and the dress?"

"In the bedroom," she said.  "I don't think you can do it."

"I know I can," she said.  "And if I can, you have to try too."

Laura nodded.  She went to the bedroom, and returned with the dress, corset,
heels, belt, and lubricating jelly.

"I'll use this corset and these shoes, unless you have an objection," she
said as she unzipped the hobble skirt.  "They are higher than yours,
anyway."

Laura looked at her shoes more closely.  "Are those...what are padlocks
doing on your shoes?"  she asked.

"Keeping them on," she said as she lubricated the phalluses of the belt.

It looked like the batteries were in the dildoes themselves.  Slowly, she
put the rear one inside of her.  Laura watched with fascination.  After
that was done, the front one went into place.

She buckled it in place.  There must have been some sort of wires leading
up to the buckles, because as soon as it closed, the vibrations started
within her.

"Oh, my!"  she said.

"See what I mean?"  said Laura.

Jennfier concentrated at the task at hand.  She unzipped the blue vinyl
hobble dress and stepped inside of it.  She stood up, and Laura zipped it
up in back.

"Why don't you practice too," she said, rocking her hips slightly.  "You
need to be able to wear the shoes and corset for a while, and walk around
in a tight skirt, whether or not there's a sex toy inside of you.

Laura watched her for a long moment.  Then, she put on the blue five inch
heels, took off her T-shirt, and picked up the blue corset.

It was a unique experience lacing her sister into the corset while the
vibrations went on within her.  She could manage to avoid collapsing on
the floor only by concentrating very hard on the laces in front of her.

After she was laced up, Laura sat down and slid Jennifer's black rubber
hobble skirt up.  She zipped it up completely, and stood up.

Jennifer's eyes stopped moving as an orgasm came near.  "Oh, god!"  she
said.

"See?  I said that with just the belt on!"  said Laura.

Jennifer clenched her teeth as the pleasurable sensations swept through
her.  She could feel her vaginal muscles clenching...

The orgasm swept over her as the vibrations inside of her stopped.  She
took a breath in her corset and looked at looked at her sister.  "See?"
she said.

Laura listened intently.  "But...it never stopped for me!"  she said.
"Is it broken?"

Jennifer shook her head.  "I'm just guessing, but I bet that the thing
has a sensor in it.  When you clamp down on it tightly, I bet that it
stops for a while.  That would be just like Richard.

"Oh," she said.  "I don't have much practice with that."

Jennifer slowly walked towards the kitchen, to demonstrate that it could
be done.  By the time that she reached the counter, the vibrations within
her proved her right.

This time, she consciously clamped down on the dildo within her.  It took
her several tries before the vibrations would stop.  But they did stop,
well before she was near another climax.

"That's it!"  she said.  "To stop it, you have to do Kegel excercises!
That is," she said with a pause, "if you *want* to stop it!

Laura was still skeptical.  "I'll believe it when you kill the batteries,"
she said.

"What was it like for you?"  she asked.  "With it on full blast?"

Laura blushed again.  "Well, I was just kind of lying down on the bed," she
said.  "I didn't have to concentrate on anything!  I had to unbuckle it
every so often.  God!  I don't believe I'm saying this, or that I did
that!"

Jennifer felt the vibrations within her again.  If killing the batteries
was the goal, she was going to let it run for as long as possible.  I might
as well have fun while I'm doing this, she thought.

By noon, the batteries had died, and Jennifer shed the dress and the belt.
"You're turn," she said, after washing the belt off in the sink and
changing the batteries.

Laura took off the hobble skirt, and slowly lubed up the phalluses.

"We'll see," she said, as she slowly worked the phalluses inside of her.

When the vibrations started within her, her whole body tensed up.  "God!"
she said, moving her hips around.

"Clench.  Hard," she said.  "You're going to have to practice that, unless
you want to be on the floor at the wedding,"

"That might still happen," she said, with her face halfway between intense
concentration and massive distration.

The vibrations finally died.  "That's not easy to do!"  she said.

"Excercise is good for you," Jennifer said with a smile.  "You should get
your dress on while it's pausing."
Laura did so.  When the vibrations came back, she tensed even more.  "Ghhh!
With my legs together, this is even more intense!"
"You don't *have* to stop it," she said, "But there's no way you're going
to unbuckle it in a hurry now!"

With closed eyes, there was no indication that Laura heard what she said.

"Are you sure that you'll be all right?"  Jennifer asked, wriggling her way
out of the car while the car was still running.

Laura was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans.  She exited on her own side and
walked around to the driver's side.

As she sat down, Jennifer heard the buzzing starting up under her sister's
jeans.  "Well, I'm going to have to make it to the wedding all dressed up,"
she said.  Laura was concentrating intensely as her legs moved slightly.
About five seconds later, the buzzing stopped.  "I need to practice now."

"Just don't get pulled over," warned Jennifer.

"I'll be all right," said Laura, as she closed the door and rolled down
the window.  "It's just a quick drive home."

Jennifer watched as her sister turned the car around and drive away.  At
the end of the driveway, Laura idled the car there for the longest time,
even though there was no car in sight.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, then sighed and walked back to Richard Hane's
mansion.

"What today?"  Jennifer asked Thursday morning after they had showered and
breakfast was over.

Today, they had eaten breakfast in the kitchen.  Jennifer was nude except
for her six inch black high heels, while Richard wore only a pair of
slippers.

"I haven't decided yet," he said.

"Richard," said Jennifer, "Why the indecision?"  There was no answer from
Richard except for a grunt.  "Don't you believe me when I said that I wanted
to marry you?  That hasn't changed, even though the last couple of weeks
have been rather wild.  Are you going to try to concoct something so
outrageous that you think I'm going to leave?"

Richard looked at her, started to say something, then stopped.

"I know.  You want to be *sure*.  Maybe I should just *tell* you what
would make me run away.  Then you could decide if you want me to stay."

Richard started to say something, but stopped yet again.  "If you ever
hit me or strike me, I will leave," she said.  "I could not stay with an
abusive man like that."  A conversation with Vicki came to mind.  "You
could probably spank me if I was very bad, and I would stay."

"If I ever saw you in bed with another woman, I would leave you," she said.
"And if anything you did to me sent me to the hospital, I would seriously
think about leaving you."

"That's it," she concluded.  "If you do those things to me, I'll leave.
If you don't, I'm sure that I'll stay.  Now," she said.  "Do you still
want to try to think up something diabolical for me?  Are you going to
test me yet again?  Go ahead, because unless you do one of those things
to me, I'm going to stay."

Richard's mouth was slightly agape.  "I...darling, I don't know what to
say," he said.  "My love, I'm sorry that I doubted you...I just couldn't
believe that someone so wonderful had come into my life.  How could it
be real?"

"I'm here!"  she said.  "I'm real.  You've had your ways with me, and
I'm still here.  Is there something even worse buried inside you, that
you want to show me?"

Richard was quiet again.  "I...well, there's nothing much 'worse' than
you've experienced from me.  Perhaps I would like to take a few things
a bit further, in the future, but I have everything I imagined in a woman
in you.  Everything I have dreamed of!  You...  I love you with all my
heart, beloved.  I would never ever hurt you or cheat on you.  How
could I?  You are everything that I want, everything that I could want!"

Richard reached out with a hand, and Jennifer grasped it with both of
hers.  "I'm here and I'm not going away," she said.  "I'm not leaving
you.  You see who I am, and I'm not going to change overnight into
something else."

"You are an absolutely wonderful woman," he said.

Jennifer stood up and walked over to him.  She put her arms around him
and sat down across his lap.  "This is one woman that's not scared
away, and isn't going to walk out on you," she said.  She kissed him
gently on the forehead.  "Is that so hard for you to believe?"

The silence and the downcast eyes told her that the answer was yes.
She sat there, in his lap, and just stayed there for several minutes.

"Do you know," he said slowly, breaking the silence.  "Do you know how
hard it is to be alone?  Not only that, but to believe that you're
going to be that way for the rest of your life?  That's a terrible,
terrible feeling.  It's too terrible to live with.  That's why I...push
it away, down.  I have to have control of myself, always.  Or else...
there is always that part that wants to scream, jump off the cliff, end
it all.  My...my dark secret, buried within me, is a legacy of despair.
I live surrounded by opulence, living a life dreams are made of...and I
live it alone.  Once, I thought I had found happiness...and that illusion
crumbled in front of me, and left me in pieces.

"Can...can you still feel happiness?"  she asked.  "Could you be happy
with me?"

"I hope so," he said.  "I want it so badly.  I want the pain to *end*.
I want someone I can share everything with, and can share everything with
me.  I want to dance the dance of life with you, in all its convolutions
and missteps.  I want to hold you, and know that you welcome my touch.
I want to love you."

"I'm here," she said, quietly.  "And I love you."

They spent the morning quietly cuddling on the couch in the living room.
Jennifer snuggled up against him, while he held her and gently ran his
fingers through her hair.

"Darling?"  Jennifer said, looking up at him.

"Yes dear?"

"I was wondering...when we're married, are you always going to want to be
in charge of everything?"

Richard seemed to stiffen a bit.  "What do you mean?"  he asked.

She sensed his discomfort with the question.  "I know that you don't want
a dominatrix for a wife.  I remember what you told me about Susana.  But...
are you always going to want to make *all* the decisions, about
everything?"

Richard thought about this, and relaxed partially.  "I'm still not
quite sure...I have very definite ideas of what I want, and when I
want it.  That's not going to change."

"I don't think you understand what I'm asking," she said.  "Do you want
to pick out my clothes every day?  Do you want to be the one to plan
out every moment of our lives, and every move of our lovemaking?"

Richard was still silent.  "I'm not trying to spoil anything for you!"
she said.  "I'm just wondering...I'd like at least a *little* input into
what goes on around here.

"I'm not going to threaten you about this, or walk out because of it," she
said.  "But...remember when you were in the long corset, and I had my
way with you?"  she said with a broad smile from the memory.  "Didn't
you enjoy it at least a little?"

Richard looked down for a minute, then looked at her.  "I have to admit
that I did," he said.

"I was just hoping, that, sometimes, you would let me use my own dirty
mind every once in a while," she said.  "You are a very imaginative
pervert, and I love you for it," she said.  "But...isn't marriage supposed
to be a partnership?  I'd like to give something back!  I don't want to
take anything away from you...but, even if you can't let me be completely
in charge, couldn't I at least ask for things that I want?

"You've been wonderful so far, but how can you read my mind every
moment?"

Richard spoke up finally.  "I hear what you say," he said.  "I...that's
a hard thing that you ask.  Susana...I'm a little reluctant to let
anyone be in control except me."

"You can't be *that* scared of it," she said.  "You must have had at
least a hint of what was coming that night, and you went along with it
anyway.  And I didn't keep you there."

"I...guess that a part of me wanted to be caught, that night," he said.
"It *is* challenging to keep coming up with ideas every day."

"That's exatly what I mean," she said.  "Two heads are better than one.
I know you *loved* it when you came home from your trip and I was all
dressed up, waiting for you."  It was Vicki's idea... but why confuse
things?  "Don't you want more of that?"

"I...no one has done something that special for me.  Ever," he said.

"Let me do more special things for you," she said.

"I...I would like that," Richard said, a bit sheepishly.

Jennifer leaned forward and kissed him.  "Thank you," she said.

"Do you have something in mind?"  he asked.

Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise.  "No..."  she said.  "Not
specifically.  But if you're interested, I'm sure I could think of
something...don't you have a closet full of kinky stuff that fits
you?"  she asked.

Jennifer could not put her finger on why she made the choice she did.
"How about this one," she said, pulling a black rubber outfit off of the
rack by the hanger.

"Interesting choice," said Richard as she walked out of the closet, over
to the bed, and put the outfit down so she could examine it more closely.

The outfit appeared to be a black rubber maid's outfit, very similar to the
one she had worn repeatedly, with long sleeves, a high neck, and a very
wide flared skirt.  It was larger, of course, and it felt like there was
something bulky inside of it.  Jennifer unzipped it and looked inside.

She could see that there was a fairly large black plastic bag attached to
the hanger.  It felt that there were several other items inside of it.  As
she detached the bag, she could see that the outfit had breast forms built
right into it which would give a man a *very* full bust while wearing it.

"Any particular reason you picked this one?"  he asked.

"I'm not sure," she said as she opened the bag and dumped its contents out
onto the bed.  "Maybe because I've been the maid so many times, I want to
see *you* make lunch while wearing a maid's oufit.  What is all this stuff?"

"This outfit was designed as a part of our Friday night games," he said.
"It was after Susana left me, so I had no woman to put on display.
Therefore, I had this made to wear myself.

"I guess I was feeling particularly down and masochistic when I designed
this," he said.  "These are rubber stockings, and a rubber garter belt,"
he said, setting them aside.  "All the locks and keys for the outfit are
in the small plastic bag here.  The shoes are six and a half inch stilettoes,
locking of course," he said, indicating a pair of shiny black patent shoes.

"This is the corset that I need to wear to get into the outfit," he said,
holding up a black satin corset.  She saw that the closure was of the type
that would require his motorized corset puller to get into.  "The outfit
has a rather narrow waist for a man to achieve unassisted.

"This is a locking posture collar," he said, picking up a shaped four inch
wide strip of stiff black leather.  "And these are locking manacles, that
attach to the collar."

"And this," Jennifer interjected, picking up the last item, "lookes like a
rubber chastity belt for a man."

"On the nose," he said as she felt the large rubber butt plug that was
attached.  There was a narrow opening at the tip of the plug.  The belt
did not have an opening for a penis.  Instead, there was a sheath inside
the belt that would hold the penis straight up, tight against the body.
There seemed to be a tube built into the chastity belt that went from the
tip of the penis sheath to the base of the butt plug.  There was a hard
lump at the front of the belt, between the penis sheath and the front of
the belt.  This hard lump and the butt plug were attached by a wire to a
small box that had several knobs on it.  The whole belt could be locked
on, of course.  "This chastity belt has a few...extra features," he said.

"I see that it vibrates," she said.

"Also, it can be worn for long periods of time," he said.  "As you might
have noticed, any fluids discharged from the penis travel through this tube,
and through the butt plug, into the rectum.  No excuse for bathroom breaks,"
he said.

Jennifer's eyes widened when he told her this.  At least I'm not wearing it,
she decided.  It sounds like he's already done this before.  "That seems...
a bit excessive," she said.

"By now, I would think that you would realize that excessive is normal for
me," he said with a twisted smile.

"I should," Jennifer agreed.

"Would you like me to put it on?"  he said.  "Or, after the explanation, are
you interested in something else"

"Ah, sure, put it on," she said.  She saw that the corsetting device was on
his dresser.  Jennifer walked over and picked it up.  "Corset first?"

Richard struggled into it, with the opening in back.  Jennifer attached the
metal rings in the corset to the hooks on the motorized device.  "Here goes,"
she said, plugging it in.

From experience, she knew that it could easily take ten minutes to close a
corset like this.  "When was the last time you wore this?"  she asked.

"Maybe three months ago," he said.  "I mailed the keys to myself, then I put
it on.  It was a day before the keys were returned to me," he said.  "I
probably cannot stay in quite that long, as I did not have an enema before
this."

Enema...  "What does the butt plug do for you, anyway?"  she asked.

"Well... in clinical terms, it puts pressure on my prostrate gland.  Wh    that does to me, is that orgasms tend to come much more quickly, and I feel
them more intensely, at least physically.  I wouldn't say that it's *better*
that way, only different."

Orgasms come more quickly...she mentally filed that away for future
reference.  "Do you have anything else in mind?"  he asked her.

"Maybe," she said, thinking furiously.  She remembered him talking about
Susana, and the fact that he did not like to be derpived of sexual release
for long periods of time.  I don't want to keep him waiting that long.
But...there is a vibrator in that thing.  That seems to keep him happy for
a while.  He also likes to see me dressed up in kink, and tied up.  She
remembered their contest with the dueling vibrators.  He really seemed to
like that, even though he lost.  Maybe a game will appeal to him?

Jennifer also remembered how adept his tongue was at pleasuring her.  That
was something that she knew that *she* would like.

She let her mind work as the corset closed tighter and tighter around
Richard's waist.  His original waistline had been a flat, masculine one.
Now, with the corset nearly fully closed, his waist looked rather feminine.
He seemed to be concentrating very intensely on his breathing, although he
did not say anything about it.

Click.  Clickclick.  Clickclickclickclickclick.  The motors started to whine
as the corset was fully closed.  Jennifer unplugged the device and detached
it from the corset.

Next, she helped Richard put on the black rubber stocking and black rubber
gloves.  Like the ones she had worn, the stokings came up to his groin, and
the gloves came down to his armpits.

Richard walked over to his dresser and pulled out a tube of lubricant.  He
liberally applied it to the butt plug of the rubber chastity belt, then went
to the bed to put the plug in.

She was sure that this one was larger than any one that had been inside of
her.  She saw him roll his eyes once as he slowly pushed it inside.  Once it
was in, he guided his penis into the sheath, and locked the belt in place
around his corsetted waist.  The control box was momentarily hanging loose.

"Are there batteries for the belt?"  she asked.

He fiddled with the knobs, and she heard a quick buzzing sound from the
belt.  "There are fresh ones in here," he said.

Richard hooked the control box to a ring on the front of the chastity belt.
The rubber garter belt was next, and then he fastened the stockings to it.

Jennifer helped him to put the six and a half inch black stiletto heels on
his feet.  There was an odd sense of accomplishment in her when she locked
them in place around his feet.

Richard stood up in the heels as Jennifer unzipped the maid's oufit.  She
could see that he was rather unstable in the heels.  "Having trouble?"  she
asked innnocently.

"I haven't worn heels in a while," he said.  "It will take a while to get
used to them again."

Richard stepped into the maid's ouftit, and Jennifer zipped it up.  This
outfit could be locked in place, and she did so with a click from a padlock.

Richard fastened the leather posture collar in place himself.  This one had
a built in lock.  After this was done, Jennifer locked the manacles around
his wrists, and then locked the manacle chains to a ring on the front of the
collar.

The chains were only a foot long.  She saw that he could not reach down far
enough to touch the controls on the control box.

Jennifer stepped back to examine the whole effect.  If the face was ignored,
the entire ensemble looked like a larger version of what Jennifer had looked
like.  The waist was narrow compared to the bosom created by the maid's
outfit.  The skirt of the outfit was flared several feet out in all
directions.  The black rubber stockings looked rather nice on her, and she
smiled when she saw him teeter slightly in the six and a half inch heels.
The posture collar kept his chin up, and his hands were at his stomach,
unable to move any lower.

If there wasn't a masculine, slightly unshaven face looking at her, Jennifer
knew that Richard would be quite a traffic stopper right now!

Jennifer walked up to him in her own six inch heels.  "How does this work?"
she asked, putting her hand on the control box under the skirt.

"The knob on your left is the on/off and power control," he said.  The
middle one is the 'pulse on' knob, while the one on the right is the 'pulse
off' knob.  The belt can vary from pulses of less than a second to ten
minutes, depending upon the position of the knob.  The pauses between pulses
can be similarly varied.  You might remember something similar being used
on you at one time, but with more random timing."

She remembered very well being tied up in front of Richard's bed that way.
"You sure are being helpful about all this," she said.  "Why?"

"I just think that you should have all the information that you will need,"
he said.

"Is that all?"  she asked.

"Well...  I must admit that I'm looking forward to what you will come up
with next."

Jennifer had to admit that it was hard to top the things that Richard had
done to her.  While she thought, she played with the knobs to determine how
they worked.

As soon as she turned it on, she felt both a vibration and a slow motion
within the rubber chastity belt that he wore.  "Quite a hard on, you have
there," she said, feeling his penis under the rubber covering and the built
in vibrator.

She played with the other two knobs, and found that she could indeed vary
the pulsing of the belt.  Jennifer turned it to about five seconds on, then
about thirty seconds off, and at about half of its full vibrating power.
That ought to keep him nice and hard, she thought.

"Come on, you have to make me lunch," she said.

Richard was obviously not very practiced in moving around in the oufit.
The process of making grilled cheese sandwiches took almost a half of an
hour.

Jennifer sat at the table and watched him work.  He moved very awkwardly,
wobbling in his heels, and had to bend over at the waist in the stiff,
tight corset in order to get his hands down to the counter to work.  This
exposed his bare buttocks to her, and brought a smile to her face.

When he was nearly done, she saw him move next to the counter and push up
against it with his crotch.  "None of that," she said, with a playful
warning.  "Or you'll have to be punished most severely."  It must be driving
him *nuts* if mister self-control himself has to rub up against the counter,
she thought.

They ate together, with Richard sitting across from her.  She watched him
the whole while as they ate.  Richard tried to keep a cool look across his
face, but she could tell that it was very difficult for him to keep it.
She saw that he was doing alot of adjustments in his seat, especially when
the vibrator was on.

"I'll let you clean up," she said.  "Remember, if you cum, I'm going to turn
the vibrator down even lower," she said.

Richard did not reply to that.  As she rose to leave, she thought that she
saw a hint of red come across his cheeks.

Now he knows what I feel like!  she thought to herself.

He must like it, too, another part of her thought, but not be able to admit
it easily.  I think that Richard has to be talked into it, she concluded.
It wasn't that hard to do, really.

Filing that away, Jennifer headed for the basement, and soon found herself
in the room with his kinky costumes designed for women.

"Let's see..."  she said, looking at the drawer descriptions.  She opened
up a couple and rummaged through the contents.  "Wouldn't it drive him nuts
if I were tied up too, somehow?"  she mused aloud.

"Bingo!"  she said as she opened up a drawer.

She had to return to her room to unlock her shoes and tiptoe back to the
kitchen very uncomfortably.  Jennifer first took the liberty of hiding the
keys to Richard's outfit under the bed in her room.  When she arrived,
naked and with an armful of acessories, Richard was just finishing washing
the dishes.

"What now?"  Richard asked.  He could not easily turn to look at her because
of the posture collar.

"Oh, I just found something to wear," she said, putting her bundle on the
table and sitting down in a chair.  "Would you like to help me get into it?"

Richard put down the last dish, then turned to look at her.  "You want to
wear that?!"  he asked, surprised.

"Is there something wrong with this?"  she asked.

"Somehow, this is not something I was expecting," he said.

That brought a small thrill to her.  He hasn't thought of *everything* yet,
she thought.

Richard slowly stepped over to her.  "Boots first," she said.

The boots were thigh high, made of shiny black leather.  They laced up the
front, and extended all the way up to her crotch.  The heels were easily as
tall as the ones that Richard wore now.

He had to concentrate intensely to kneel down in front of her.  "Did you
cum?"  she asked as another vibration started in his belt.

"Not...yet," Richard said with his teeth clenched.

"Do you want to?"  she asked.

Richard did not say anything, but the look on his face told her everything
she needed to know.  Slowly, she slid her left leg into the shiny black
leather boot, then the right.

The corset, collar, and manacles made it very tough for Richard to work the
lacings on the boot.  The first one took quite a long time, while the
second was quicker.  As he laced them tight, she felt herself becoming
very sexually aroused by the whole scene.

When he was done, he was kneeling underneath her, looking up at her spread
legs.  "If you want to," she said, wriggling her hips invitingly.  She
brought one six and a half inch spiked heel up and touched his face with
it.  The leather had a distinct musky smell that was growing as she heated
the leather up.

Richard required no more invitation.  He walked forward on his knees,
bringing his face up to her now wet pussy.  The chains kept his rubber
covered hands from resting on the floor, so instead he gripped the front
of the chair.

"Oh, oh my!"  she said.  Instead of starting slowly, as she was accustomed
to, he quickly thrust his tongue inside of her and brought his skill into
play.  Even with the posture collar in place, he was still able to reach
her most sensitive places.

Judging by the number of times that Richard's belt vibrated, it couldn't
have been more than three minutes before Jennifer pushed his head away from
her.  "Oh, god Richard!"  she said, panting.  For once, she could use her
full breathing capacity to do this.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Richard's hips were jerking back and
forth as the vibrations coursed through the belt.  His eyes were closed,
and he was moaning softly.  "Did I say that you could cum?"  she asked.

Richard stopped jerking, and looked with his eyes, even while the posture
collar held his chin up.  He did not say anything to her.  Jennifer reached
over and turned one of the knobs on the control box.  As she did so, she
could see a last twitching of flesh under the rubber chastity belt.  Now,
his pulses were a little less than three seconds long each.

"Let's go to the living room," she said, "and carry my things, if you would
be so good?"

Richard was slow getting to his feet.  It looked like he was laboring for
breath in his corset, and his cheeks were flushed.  He gathered up the
remaining items, and followed her to the living room.

Jennifer directed him to help her get into the corset.  This was also made
of shiny black leather.  There were a dozen buckles in front, in place of
a busk.  The lacings to the corset were in back.  As the corset was
unbuckled and she slid into it, she felt that it was extremely stiffly
boned.

Jennifer stood with her hands against a wall as Richard tightened the back
lacings of the corset.  This corset completely encompassed both of her
breasts, except for a two inch diameter hole for each nipple.  As Richard
drew the corset tighter and tighter, she could feel her breasts becoming
squeezed and the nipples started to protrude through the holes.

At the bottom of the corset, which ended at her hips, there were two
buckling leather straps build into it.  After Richard finally had it
tightened to his satisfaction, Jennifer put her hands down at her hips.
"If you would?"  she asked.

Richard fastened both straps in place.  When he was done, her hands were
held firmly at her hips, unable to move from the corset.

Jennifer sat down on the couch as Richard put the last item on her.  This
was a leg spreader, maybe four feet long.  Richard had to kneel down again
to put it on her.

When he was done, she was seated on the couch, with her black leather booted
legs spread wide by the bar.  The bottom of the corset and the top of the
boots framed her dripping wet sex.  The black leather corset sent the room
light careening off of it, and her nipples protruded through it like
miniature volcanoes.  Jennfier clenched her hands reflexively as they were
bound to the bottom of the corset.

"You seem to like games," she said.  "Here are the rules, if you want to
play.  Every time you make me cum, I'll turn the vibrator up for you," she
said.  "I think you can get the box next to my hand.  But every time you
need to take a break, it gets turned down," she said.  "We'll play until
your batteries die.  I know that you won't need to take a bathroom break
in that, now, will you?"

Richard looked at her for a long time.  Then, a smile came across his face.
"You are a truly wicked woman!"  he said.  "Umbelievably so!  No wonder I
love you so!"

As soon as he had stopped talking, he was down on his knees, and his lips
were caressing her waiting, aching pussy.

Again, within minutes, she was writhing in her seat.  The spreader bar was
below Richard's body, so she could only bring her legs up so far.  "Please,
stop!"  she said as he brought her over the edge.  She tried to squeeze her
legs together, but the bar turned that into a feeble effort.  "Please!"

His tongue was relentless.  Instead of stopping as she climaxed, he only
paused for a moment before resuming his work.  Less than a minute later,
she was screaming again.

A third one left Jennifer panting and sobbing on the couch.  Richard finally
relented and pulled away from her.

"Is that sufficient?"  he asked with a smile on his face.  A few drips of
her juices were running down a corner of his mouth.

"Ah, yes," she said as he walked over to her in his heels and waited for her
to fumble with the controls.

Richard must have access to very long lived batteries, Jennifer concluded
as she panted in her corset.

Richard was now on top of her, sucking on her protruding nipples.  He had
just finished sending her to another panting orgasm, and he was now up to
about fifteen seconds on, thirty seconds off.

"How...ohhhhh!"  she babbled as his teeth ever so gently scraped across the
tip of her nipple.  He reached over with a rubber coated hand and massaged
her other one while his tongue and lips worked their magic on the first.
She knew that he had orgasmed at least twice more in the belt.  That was
nothing compared to the number that she had experienced.

Richard moved up, and kissed her on the lips.  She tasted her own salty,
sticky juices on his lips.  A tiny, rational part of her took control for a
moment.  She twisted as best she could, and found the power knob on the
control box underneath Richards black rubber skirt.  She turned it up to
maximum.  As the belt was quiescent at that moment, he did not appear to
notice what she had done.

Richard slid back down to the floor and resumed his relentless assault upon
her pleasure box.  Suddenly, she felt him nearly stop as the vibrations of
his belt took ahold.

Richard managed to keep going, even while the bulge under his chastity belt
twitched.  Jennifer was grateful even for that partial reprieve as he was
distracted.

He moaned even while his tongue was moving within her.  Once the vibrations
were passed, Richard's tongue regained its original strength.

"Doesn't he ever get tired?"  she wondered while the world started to swim
around her.  Won't those batteries *ever* wear out?

Richard's batteried did indeed run out soon afterwards.
After the last erg of energy died in Richard's belt, he finally pulled away
from her.  "It's out?"  she said dreamily.

"I'm afraid so," he replied.

"Would you care to untie me?"  she asked.

"I don't know," he said.  "Perhaps I'll just leave you here while I get
out of this."

"Good luck," she said, with a smile.  "If you can find your keys."

Richard returned her smile.  "Still devious.  I have to admire that."  He
looked down at himself, and saw the black rubber that covered him.  "It has
been a long time since I've worn this," he said, "and the first time with
a like minded partner.  I would like to continue this a bit longer, if
that's all right with you,"

Jennifer looked up at him.  "If you want...but can we take a break for
a bit?"  she asked.  "Why don't you untie my wrists and legs...at least
for a little while," she said with a wink.  "You'll get to tie them back
up, don't worry!"

Richard knelt down and released her from the bar and freed her wrists.
"That's better.  Now, why don't you be a good maid and find another set
of batteries for that box of yours?  I assume you have more?"

"Yes, I do," he said.  "You'll have to put them in."

"I can wait," she said.  Richard slowly walked away in his six plus inch
heels.  He returned several minutes later, with an odd looking square
battery in his black rubber covered hand.

"The entire bottom of the box is the battery," he said.  "You have to pop
it off and replace it with this."

Jennifer knelt down and replaced it without too much trouble.  "There you
go," she said, playing with the knobs to obtain a five second pulse with a
minute between pulses.  "Now, why don't you fix supper while I hunt down a
few more ideas?"

By the time supper was ready, Jennifer had finished her search of the
basement for interesting toys.  She put them in the living room, then made
her way to the kitchen to sit down for an early supper.

Richard was a fairly accomplished cook, and even with his outrageous outfit
on, he had managed to cook without apparently spilling or breaking
anything.  "That smells good," she said as she crossed her leather booted
legs.

The vibrations continued every minute, but there was no indication that
Richard managed to climax with them.  Dinner was very hurried, and quiet.
She could almost taste Richard's eagerness to find out what she had
planned.

Jennifer simply watched as Richard cleaned up the kitchen.  When he was
finally done, she led him to the living room again.

"I think these were designed for a woman, but they'll serve nicely now,"
said Jennifer.  "Care to sit down for a moment?"

Jennifer slid a pair of black rubber panties up past his high heeled shoes.
When it was about at his knees, he stood up to let her pull them the rest of
the way in place.

These panties had an eight inch dildo protruding from the front of it.
Jennifer had to move the control box a bit to put it in place.  Richard
grinned when he saw them, and she smiled back.

The next thing she brought out was a shiny black latex hood.  There were
eyeholes , and tiny noseholes, and a single small breathing tube.  On the
inside, there was a short dildo in place, with a breathing hole through
it.

Richard did not object as she put it in place.  There was just enough space
between the posture collar and his head to get the latex through and under
it.  "I thougth that we'd try this without talking," she said, bringing
out a small ball gag for herself.  "Let me change your adjustments a bit,"
she said, fiddling with the knobs of the controller, "then, after I put this
on, you can put the bar back on and tie my wrists.  After that...no rules
are needed, I bet."

Jennifer put the gag in her mouth and buckled it in place.  She lowered
herself to the carpeted livingroom floor and spread her legs wide while
lying down.

Richard obligingly put the spreader bar back in place.  Kneeling, he tied
her wrists to the corset.

Jennifer knew that she was wet yet again.  Richard climbed over her, and
slowly lowered his rubber phallus into her.

As the vibrations in his belt kicked on, he started to thrust inside of
her.  As he finished his thrust, she felt a small throb from the dildo that
was inside of her.

With a shock, she realized that the dildo itself was vibrating, but only
when he had it pushed fully inside of her.  "No wonder he was grinning!"
she thought.  He probably has some sort of pressure switch in it!

Richard's belt continued to vibrate, and he kept thrusting inside of her,
with the rubber skirt of his maid's outfit brushing her with every stroke.
He brought her closer and closer to a culmination, oh so close...

The vibrations in his belt finally stopped.  She thought that she had set
it to about two minutes on, and ten off.  After Richard's belt fell quiet,
he leaned down on top of her.

Jennifer's theory about a pressure switch turned out to be correct.  As
soon as he was fully inside of her, the vibrations from the dildo continued
without a pause.

"I've created a monster!"  she thought, looking up into Richard's smiling
eyes.

Jennifer woke up to the feeling of sunlight warming her body.  She was lying
on her side, and she could feel Richard's warm body at her back.

Last evening was something of a blur to her.  Did I pass out?  she wondered.
Jennifer snuggled up closer to him, and he put his arm around her body.

He felt naked against her.  I must have told him where the keys were, she
thought.

As Jennifer stretched and scratched, she discovered that she was not
completely naked.  The shiny black leather boots with the six and a half
inch heels were still on her legs.  The corset, gag, and legspreader were
gone.

All she could remember was her hot body squirming against Richard's rubber
encased form.  She thought she had passed out...but then she remembered
waking up, and Richard going to it immediately afterwards.

Jennifer stopped trying to think about it and just enjoyed being next to
Richard.  One of her eyes cracked open, and she saw a familiar piece of
jewelry on the nightstand.

It was her engagement ring.  She had not been wearing it much, as the
ordeals that she went through for Richard could easily have resulted in
the ring becoming damaged.  Smiling, she reached out and worked it onto
her finger.  Tomorrow, there will be another ring, to go with it, she
thought.

She was finally motivated to get up when her stomach started to grumble.
Jennifer turned around to face Richard.  "Awake yet?"  she asked, then
kissed him on the lips.

A gentle smile came across his face.  "Not yet," he said.  His eyes opened
up.  "Now I am."

Jennifer shook her head slightly.  "My stomach clock went off," she said.
"Want me to make it?"

"If you would be so kind," he said.

Jennifer kissed him again, then swung her legs around and off of the bed.
The heels were taller than the six inch heels that she had almost grown used
to.  However, the boots seemed to reinforce her feet more than a pair of
shoes would.  By the time she was in the kitchen, she felt that she had the
hang of it.

Richard was still dozing in bed when she returned.  "So," she asked.  "Are
you going to let me organize the fun sometimes?"  she asked.

"I think so," he replied.  "When I first met you, I thought you were such
an innocent.  I'm glad that I was wrong."

"I had a good teacher," she replied.

Richard was slow to eat his food, and seemed to be moving sluggishly.
"Are you alright?"  she asked.

"I...just didn't sleep too well last night," he said.  "I don't think I
dozed off until two in the morning."

"When did you put me to bed?"  she asked.  "I'm a little fuzzy on that
detail.

"About eleven, I think," he said.  "You were so out of it, that I had to
go and find the keys myself."

Jennifer looked up at the ceiling.  "Sorry.  How long did it take?"

"About a half of an hour," he said.  "I really had to take a dump."

"My apologies," she said again.

"No.  I should have cleaned everything out first.  I'll remember for
next time."

"So," she said, putting down her fork.  "what do you have planned for
today?"

"Very little, actually," he said.  "Or a great deal, depending on how
you look at it.  There are going to be some workers coming in to get the
back yard ready for tomorrow, and there are numerous other details to
attend to," he said.  "We should both be at least somewhat presentable."

"What you call presentable is very different from what everyone else calls
presentable," she said with a grin.

"Point taken."

"So, what should I be presentable in?"  she asked.  "And what is going to
be under it?"

"Reading my mind, I see," he said.  "I think I have just the thing in
mind..."

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror.  "Right on the edge, but where
else would you be?"  she asked.

The thigh high boots of before were still a part of her outfit.  A very
tight leather pencil skirt started at her waist, and ended at her knees.
The black leather corset that she wore under it was visible above her tiny
waist.  The corset ended below her breasts, leaving a bit of her ribcage
exposed.

The coverage of her breasts was the minimum necessary to appear in public.
Triangles of supple black leather no more than four inches on a side covered
her nipples.  At the corners of the triangles, thin shiny metal chains
emerged, forming what looked to be a bikini top with shoulder straps.

Her arms and shoulders were bare.  Richard had let her bathe and do her
hair before donning the outfit.  Her curly brown hair was now pulled back
by a large hair clip, and cascaded down her back in a way that resembled
a horse's mane.

Richard was dressed in a dress shirt, slacks, and a tie.  "You look
splendid, darling," he said.

"Thank you," she replied.

The doorbell rang, and Richard went to answer it.  "Probably the carpenters,
or perhaps the florists" he said as he left the room.

After he was gone, she heard the phone ringing.  That must be Laura, she
thought as she wriggled over to the phone in her tight skirt and picked it
up.

"Hello?"

"Jennifer?  Is that you?"  came an all too familiar voice.

"Mother?"  she said.  Her hand started to tighten around the phone.

"What do you think you're doing, going out and getting married without
even talking to me about it!  I haven't even met this man!  What's come
over you, girl?"

Jennifer tried to reply, but her mother continued on.  "You haven't even
talked to me for over a month!  I'm your MOTHER, for God's sake!"

"I can never forget that," Jennifer shot in, with an edge of bitterness.

"Your fiancee must be some real weirdo!"  her mother continued.  "Have you
seen the dress he wants me to wear to the wedding?  How could anyone go
out in public like that?"

"My fiancee is a wonderful man," she said.  Jennifer was trembling, but
her voice did not show it.  "His tastes may be a little different...but
your dress will actually be rather mild, compared to what is required of
the other guests," she said.  "That's what Richard...that's what *we*
have decided.  If you don't like it, you don't have to show up."

There was a silence from the other end of the line.  I don't believe it!
I actually shut my mother up!

Jennifer's victory was short lived.  "Of course I will show up," she said.
"Even with this atrocious dress.  I can make this sacrafice for my
daughter."  Jennifer almost choked on this.  Trying to make me feel
guilty?  Trying to sound like the martyr?

"Is there anything else?"  Jennifer asked, "or did you just call to tell
me that I'm making a terrible mistake and talk me out of this?  Or would
you prefer to just insult me and tell me what a failure I am?"

"It's your life," she said sweetly.  "No need to get angry with me."

No need to...Jennifer started to shake more violently.  There are over
twenty years of need to get angry with you.  If it's my life, why have
you kept messing with my life and Laura's?  Why don't you just butt out
and stay out?

This was spoken only in her mind.  "I'll see you tomorrow," Jennifer said,
and slammed the phone down before hearing the reply.

Richard walked back into the room.  "What was that?"  he asked.

"That...was my mother."

Richard ran over to her, and held her as the tears started to roll out
of her eyes.

Jennifer was back in the cave.

Her guide was gone, and she was walking down a long tunnel.  Close, she
knew, so close...

Suddenly, there was light all around.  "You're here," came a female voice.

A woman stepped forward, out of the light.  She was dressed in rubber, as a
properly corsetted and heeled french maid.

"Do I know you?"  Jennifer asked.

"No," he said.  "But Richard does, and always will.  I'm his mother."

Jennifer thought furiously.  I had to defeat Susana on my way.  How do I
defeat her?

"You cannot defeat me," she said.  "I am a part of his life so deeply
ingrained that there is nothing you can do to remove me."

"I..."  she paused to think.  "Why should I want to?"  she said.  "Because
of you, that's the way he is.  Or, you're a large part of it."

The woman smiled at this.  "You may pass.  There are no others that will
stand in your way."

The cave faded away.  Jennifer found herself in a spring meadow.  Now,
she found herself dressed in the outfit that Richard's mother had been
wearing.

A short path led to a clearing.  There, a small wooden box was on a
treestump.  She took the key that she had won as a mermaid, and put it
into the box.

The box opened up, and a dazzling array of light emerged from it.  At
first, she saw a huge diamond inside of it, then a ring.

She reached inside of the box and took ahold of the ring.  It slid easily
onto the ring finger of her left hand.

Jennifer flung the feather into the air.  The two birds were now back,
circling overhead.  One of them held huge clumps of billowy clouds in its
talons while the other swooped down upon her.

Moments later, she was walking in the clouds, with the birds swirling
around her.  The sun was beginning to set, and the first of th evening stars
could be seen.  She was dressed in a gown of voluminous white clouds, and
she could see Richard walking towards her, smiling, down a staircase that
led from the sky.

Saturday.

Jennifer opened her eyes, and saw a beautiful blue sky outside the window.
The window had been left open a crack, and the sweet smell of spring flowers
travelled to her nose.

"Mmmmmm," she said, snuggling closer to Richard.

She had spent the night in the boots and corset.  The wet spot had been on
Richard's side of the bed, which was why they were both huddled together on
her side.

Richard nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear.  "I am going to go to take
off soon," he said.

"Why?"  Jennifer said, alarmed.

"It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding," he said.
"Vicki and Mary will be here soon to help you get ready.  It's after
nine now, and the wedding is scheduled to start at four.  I have a feeling
that you will be rushed for time as it is."

Jennifer did not reply as Richard left the bed.  "You should soak in the
tub for awhile," he said.  "By the time that you're done, they should be
here."

"I'll miss you," she said.

"It's only going to be for a few hours!"  he said.  "And after we're
back together, you'll be Misses Jennifer Hane.  That is, if you want
to change your name.  I guess we could have one of those awful hyphenated
monstrosities, if you want..."

"No.  Misses Jennifer Hane sounds wonderful," she said.

Jennifer swung out of bed and walked up to him in her high heeled leather
boots and corset.  "I love you," she said, then kissed him.

"I love you too," he replied.  Richard kissed her, then looked at her
leather clad body.  "Oh, do I love you!"

He tore his eyes away and headed down the hallway.

Jennifer walked out of the bathroom, wearing her pair of five inch heeled
slippers and one of Richard's bathrobes.  She heard sounds of voices from
the living room.

"Who's there?"  she askes as she walked towards the voices.

"Just us," came Vicki's voice.  "Richard gave us a key."

Jennifer saw Vicki and the dressmaker Mary sitting on a couch in the living
room.  There was a movable dress rack that had the various parts of
Jennifer's wedding dress hung up, obscured by protective plastic bags.

Vicki was wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, six inch
black heels, and a black leather halter top.  "This is not my bridesmaid's
outfit," she said as Jennifer examined her.  "I know.  This look is rather
plain."

Mary and Jennifer smiled at this little joke.  Mary was wearing a black
vinyl bodysuit, with a cutout around her bellybutton.  She sported slightly
shorter heels than Vicki.

"I think that we had better get started," she said.  "We don't have a lot
of time."

Jennifer was sitting on a chair in the large main bathroom of the house,
still wearing the bathrobe.  Behind her, Vicki was combing her hair while
Mary worked on her nails.

"How many tangles do you have in this jungle back here?"  Vicki asked.

"Too many," Jennifer replied.  "I...haven't had a chance to attend to little
things like that lately."

"Been too busy?"  Mary asked.

"You could say that," she replied.

"And these nails!"  Mary exclaimed.  "They are really going to need
help!"

"Do whatever you have to," she replied.

Mary picked up Jennifer's hand and looked at it closely.  "Maybe we
should just cut them all off and wait a few months before trying this
again," she said.  "The wedding can wait, can't it?"

"Mary!"  exclaimed Jennifer.

The dressmaker smiled, and started to pull out supplied from her manicure
kit.  "A bit of high tech first aid is called for, especially for your
wedding day," she said.  "You have to look your best."

She watched Mary work as she felt Vicki starting to pull and braid her
hair.  "We'll have to talk to the florist to finish your hair," Vicki
said.  "No veil for you, honey.  Just a boquet of flowers woven into
your hair."

"No veil?"  Jennifer said.  She did remember that she had never tried
one on during her fittings.
     think that Richard want's everyone to be able to see his bride very
clearly," said Mary.

Jennifer smiled at this, relaxed, and let the two of them do their work.

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror after they had finished the next
stage of their work.

Mary had expertly glued extensions to her fingernails that were done so
well as to be undetectable.  They were now painted a vibrant, passionate
red and were almost dry.

Her hair had been arranged into a french braid, with elaborate crossings
and re-crossings.  The florist was not yet there, so more work needed to
be done.

Jennifer had never been terribly good with makeup, and was watching with
amazement as they worked on her face.  Her eyebrows were plucked, penciled,
and perfectly shaped.  A delicate blue eyeliner had been used, and a similar
color eyeshadow had been lightly applied.  Her eyelashes were now long and
luxurious, and just a bit darker than before.

The makeup hid the few tiny blemishes that existed on her face.  Just a
touch of red had been applied to her cheeks, giving her that slightly
flushed look.

The lipstick was the same vibrant shade of red as her fingernails, and
applied perfectly.  Jennifer was almost afraid to talk, afraid that she
would smear it.

The face that looked back at her from the mirror was truly stunning.  In
it's entirety, in even frightened her a bit.  I didn't know that I could
look like that.

Jennifer braced herself against the wall as the two women pulled her white
satin corset tight.  "I knew that there was a reason that I used the motors
in the dressing room," said Mary.

"That doesn't help us now," replied Vicki.

Her two corset pullers were breathing heavily.  Jennifer's face was in the
airstream of a fan, and she tried to stay relaxed as the corset grew tighter
and tighter around her.

The corsetting ordeal took almost a half of an hour.  After that, the other
parts were swifter.

Jennifer was expecting the hobble slip to be next.  But, instead, Vicki
pulled out a white leather chastity belt with two built in phalluses.  "That
wasn't in the fitting sessions," she said.

"No.  This is a surprise from Richard," she said, applying lube.  "I dare
not say anything more about it, except that he was sure that it would fit."

There was no lock on the belt, but considering what she would be wearing
over it, it hardly mattered.  She was about to put it in herself, but Vicki
stopped her.  "Can't risk the nails," she said.

Jennifer tried to stay still as Vicki worked the butt plug and dildo up
inside of her.  Jennifer was half expecting the plugs to vibrate as soon
as the buckle was closed, like Laura's would do.  She was surprised when
they stayed quiet.

"I bet that will make the walk down the aisle *really* interesting," said
Mary.

The shoes were next.  These were the same seven inch white heels that she
had worn in the fitting room.  They had buckling straps that made them
impossible to kick off.  "It's a bear to walk in these," she said, "even
with the practice I've had."

"Belive me, we both know," said Mary.

Next, Vicki helped her into the white satin hobble skirt that served as
her slip.  "Most brides have to concentrate to walk down the aisle slowly,"
commented Vicki.  "I don't think that will be a problem for you."

"Doesn't look that way, does it," she said.

The crinoline underskirts were next.  Instead of slipping them on over her
head, as before, they helped her to slide them up over her hips.  "Don't
want to mess up the hair or makeup," Mary said.

There were six of them, and they fastened to the bottom edge of the corset.
She was now surrounded by stiff, fluffy petticoats for at least six feet in
each direction.

There was the sound of a doorbell ringing.  "That must be the florist," said
Mary.

"What time is it, anyway?"  asked Vicki.

Mary did not reply immediately.  When she returned, she had several boxes
containing flowers.  "It's almost three," she said.  "First guests will be
here in a half of an hour.  Vicki, you'd better get ready yourself.  I think
I can finish Jennifer up on my own.

Vicki looked at Jennifer.  "You look fabulous!"  she exclaimed.  "But I
have to get myself ready.  Oh," she said, in the doorway, "Just a bit of
trivia I managed to pick up.  Chastity belts with toys are mandatory for
all the female guests, with the exception of your mother," she said.  "I
don't know what makes *her* so special!"

"Join the club," Jennifer replied with a hint of bitterness.

"But Richard has a sense of balance, this time.  All the men will *also*
be wearing belts.  Theirs will all have plugs and tight sheaths for their
precious little penises."

"You've got one *kinky* man there," said Mary.

"Don't I know it," she said as Mary pushed through Jennifer's petticoats
and helped her to get into her dress.

Mary rolled out a mirror to let her see the full effect.  "What do you
think?"  she asked.

Her hair had been french braided and pulled back to her head, held there
by a diamond studded hairclip.  Mary had carefully teased out a few hairs,
to form a delicate halo of gold around her head.

White flowers were woven into her hair, forming their own halo.  The sweet
smell tickled her nose, and she almost sneezed once.

Miraculously, her makeup had survived to this point, and Mary had to apply
only one minor touch-up.

The dress itself was a wonder of shiny satin.  It covered her neck tightly,
and had very full puffed shoulders.  The sleeves were long, and ended with
delicate white lacing surrounding each wrist.

The ladylike neckline was completely at odds with the heart-shaped cutout
in the satin.  The bottom tip extended deep down between her breasts, and
it was large enough to almost expose her nipples to the world.  This opening
was covered by the thinnest of fimly white veil-like materials, and in
Jennifer's mind, it might as well not be there.

The outline of the heart cutout was decorated with a dizzying array of
beadwork.  This abruptly ended and the waist of the dress was detailed
only by a barely visible network of pale blue stitching.

After the tiny waist was reached, the dress flared out in a spectacular
display of white.  Beadwork, embroidery, and lace were sparsely but very
effectively used in gentle curves to actually accentuate the huge size of
the dress.

In front, the dress ended with a lace edge just an inch above the floor,
even in her seven inch heels.  Behind her, there was a train that extended
a good thirty feet behind her.  Three large bows of white satin had been
worked into the fabric behind her, one just behind her derrier, and two
more further down on the back of the dress.  "This definitely has Princess
Di beat," she declared.

"I think our first guests are here," said Mary.

"Oh my god, Jennifer!  You look fabulous!"

She saw her sister Laura walk into the room, taking small steps in her
blue vinyl hobble dress.  She had a matching heart-shaped cutout in her
dress, covered with thin blue fabric, and her figure was definitely
accentuated by a corset.  She seemed to be walking confidently in her
matching blue heels.

Laura walked up to the edge of Jennifer's skirt.  She heard a faint buzzing
noise, then saw a look of intense concentration come across Laura's face.

"Belt is in, I see," she said.

Laura nodded.  "I practiced," she said.

Jennifer rememberd that the belt used two C batteries that lasted an hour
or two.  "How many batteries did you go through?"  she asked.

"A dozen or so, I think," Laura replied.

Jennifer smiled and giggled a bit.  "Hey!  I had to make sure I had
enough practice," Laura declared.

"You won't hear me objecting any," she said.  "Vicki told me that belts
like that are mandatory for all the female guests, except mother," she said.

"Is mother here yet?"  Laura asked suddenly.

"If she is, I haven't seen her yet," replied Jennifer.

Laura shook her head and took a shallow breath.  "Does that mean that
you..."

Jennifer nodded.  "I've got one too.  And the guys have something like
it in too."

Laura rolled her eyes.  "Sometimes, I just don't believe I'm doing
this," she said.

Jennifer heard more shoes on the floor.  "I'm ready," said Vicki.

Vicki's outfit was very similar to Jennifer's, but was made out of tight
blue rubber.  "Oohhh," she said suddenly, leaning against a wall, with the
faintest of buzzing sounds being audible.  There was an intense look of
concentration, and a waggling of the hips.  "Maybe I'm not ready."

"Should have practiced more," Laura said sagely.

"That's easy for you to say," Vicki shot back.  "I doubt that you have a
husband that would take the belt off you at the slightest hint of sexual
excitement, and insist upon doing it himself!"

"Ah, no.  I don't have one of those," Laura said quietly.

Vicki's buzzing stopped, only to be replaced by a buzzing from Laura.
She hardly flinched at all, only stood still for a few seconds with the
slightest of pelvic twitching visible, then the buzzing stopped.

There was again the clicking of heels upon the floor.  The four women
looked up, and saw a woman dressed up as a french maid approaching.

"Becky!"  exclaimed Vicki.  "You're finally here!"

The woman was dressed in a very tight black rubber french maid's ouftit.
She had matching black heels, and fishnet stockings underneath.  This outfit
had only short sleeves, and extended down far enough to expose most of the
top halves of her breasts.  The waist was very narrow and rigid, indicative
of a corset underneath.  As she walked towards them, they heard a
distinctive vibrating noise, but this time from the newcomer.

Becky too had to stop to deal with the interruption.  However, she did not
seem to have Vicki's trouble with it.  "You were able to practice when doing
your chores," Vicki said.

"It certainly spiced things up," she replied.  "Although Arnold was a bit
frustrated by it at times."

There was the sound of music from outside.  "All of the rest of the guests
are here, loitering about in the back yard," said Becky.  "Let's get this
on the road!"

Jennifer maneuvered through the house slowly, taking baby steps in the
hobble slip and ultra-high heels.  Her belt had not buzzed once.  "Is it
defective or something?"  she wondered.

She was left their to wait as Vicki walked out the doors and was met by
her husband, Henry.  He was wearing a black rubber tuxedo, and seemed to
be walking a bit awkwardly.

Jennifer could not see any of the guests.  However, she could see what the
carpenters had done.  They had constructed a solid wooden path from the
double back doors, all the way out through the yard.  Evidently, Richard
had remembered that it would be impossible to walk in these heels on a dirt
surface.

The music continued, and she watched Vicki and her husband slowly walk
down the path.  "Here's your bouquet," said Mary.

"When are you going?"  Jennifer asked.

"I'm just coordinating," she said.  "Laura, you're next."

Laura took dainty steps forward in her blue vinyl hobble dress.  She had
to stop suddenly as the vibrations started within her again.  "I almost
hate to do that, sometimes," she said.

The man who met her at the door was Collin.  He was wearing a black and
white tuxedo made of shiny vinyl.  He was also walking a bit awkwardly.

Collin offered his arm to Laura, and she took it.  The two of them walked
through the doors, and down the aisle.

"Almost," said Mary.  "It's almost time.  Richard will be waiting for you
at the altar.

Jennifer nodded, and walked forward, taking one tiny step at a time.  She
looked back, and saw that Becky was carefully arranging her dress behind
her.  "I'm here to carry the train," she said.

There was a sudden change in the music, and it grew louder.  "That's for
you," Mary said.

Jennifer slowly started to work her way forward, carrying her bouquet in
both hands.  The hobble slip that she wore slowed her down to less than a
crawl.  She found herself amazed that she could balance at all in the
hobble slip and heels, especially with all of the bulky dress that she
carried.

Jennifer had to turn a corner in the path.  Then, she had a clear view
of the wedding proceedings.  There was a raised platform at the end of the
path, and she recognized Arnold, dressed very convincingly as a french maid,
standing there, with book in hand.

Richard was there, at the end of the path, dressed in an apparently normal
tuxedo.  Her sister Laura and Vicki stood on one side, while Collin and
Henry stood on the other.

Off of the path, sitting down, she recognized the other guests.  Adam was
there with the fiancee that she had never met.  John was there with his
wife, who Jennifer also had never met.  The two men were dressed in leather
tuxedoes, while their signifigant others wore very tight leather hobble
dresses.

Ben was there, as well.  There were three women seated near him.  Two of
them, wearing very tight silver vinyl hobble dresses, must have been his
two live-in girlfriends.  And seated next to him...

Her mother sat next to Ben.  She was wearing a red rubber hobble dress
that stopped at the knees, instead of extending to the floor.  Her heels
were shorter than the rest of the women there, but still at least five
inches tall.

Jennifer stared at her, and almost lost her balance.  The look on her
mother's face...could almost be classified as *envious*.

This brought a smile to her face like nothing else could.  She gave the
attendees her best smile, then took a moment to look behind her.  There,
Becky was holding the end of her bridal train up with both hands, holding
it at the level of her corsetted waist.

At that moment, the two phalluses within her started to vibrate gently.

The startlement almost made her fall.  Jennifer managed to recover, and
slowly work her way down the aisle.

Kegel exercises, she reminded herself.  Between steps, she tried her best
to clench her muscles around the vibrating phallus in her crotch while
staring straight foward.

Five times.  Nothing

Ten times.  Nothing.

Fifteen times.  Nothing.

Twenty times.  It started to buzz slightly faster now.

Something must be wrong with this, she thought as she grew nearer to the
assembled guests.

Maybe it's not *designed* to turn off that way, a subversive corner of
her mind put in.

Her breathing grew more rapid against the tight corset.  She clenched the
bouquet in her hands with a death grip, as he concentrated with every step
that she took.

Richard!  she wanted to say.  You are a *sick* man!

Jennifer was more than halfway down the aisle.  It was getting harder and
harder to concentrate upon the task at hand.  Oh god!  How the heck am I
going to make it?

She had to concentrate like she never had before.  She noticed nothing else,
not the music, not the guests, not Richard, not even her mother's staring at
her.

One step at a time...

She was now only six feet away from her spot.  This translated to a couple
dozen steps for her in her hobble slip while trying to balance in seven inch
heels.  She could hear the rustle of her dress as she slowly inched
forward.

Finally!  She was there!  As a reward for her achievement, the vibrators
within her sped up incrementally.

Jennifer sighed in relief anyway.  At least I don't have to try to walk
anymore this way!

"Dearly beloved," came the very masculine voice of Arnold from the french
maid.  "It may be truly frightening to behold, but I am indeed certified
to conduct legal weddings within the state."

There was a chuckle from the crowd, and at least one gasp, as the buzzing
continued within her.  She saw out of the corner of her eye that her sister
was intently concentrating herself.  Vicki seemed to be struggling for air
against her corset, and was fidgeting madly, especially with hip wriggles.
Jennifer had to guess that she wasn't keeping up well with the demands of
the vibrators within her.

"Weddings are solemn occasions, and deserve the proper respect.  But they
are also times of great joy, and great pleasure," said Arnold as the
vibrators within her sped up yet again.

"I know that you are all eagerly waiting to enjoy this blessed event, and
to celebrate their happiness with them.  Therefore, I will keep this brief."

"Richard, do you take this woman Jennifer, and I do mean take, to be your
lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for
better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"

"I do," he said, reaching out with an arm to take ahold of her hand.

Jennifer had to consciouly release her death grip on the boquet to take his
hand.  The buzzing inside of her reached the highest intensity that she had
ever remembered experiencing.  Oh, god!

Her willpower was failing, and she was starting to wriggle inside of her
dress.  "And you, Jennifer, do you take Richard to be your lawfully wedded
husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for
worse, 'till death do you part?"

"I...do," she said, in a voice not much above a whisper.  She did not trust
her voice any more than that because she feared that she might start to
moan.

Collin stepped forward and brought forth a ring.  "Repeat after me, Richard.
With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed," Richard said, slipping the ring on her
finger.

Jennifer barely noticed it as her breath came in short, ragged bursts.
Oh my god.  Right in front of everyone...

"You may now kiss the bride," said the reverend Arnold.

Richard stepped towards her, pushing the voluminous dress back as he did so.
Jennifer turned, fell forward, grabbed ahold of him.  She kissed him suddenly
and deeply and held on for dear life as a massive orgasm swept through her
body.

The recessional was a blur for her.  Even as the vibrations stopped within
her, she somehow did not feel in touch with reality.

The walk out was just as slow as her trek down the aisle.  However, it was
much easier with Richard to lean on.

"How...why...?"  she asked him as she stumbled slightly.

"Would you expect any less from me?"  he said with a smile.

Richard had arranged for a reception of sorts in the house.  There was a
buffet table set up, and music was playing in the background.

She felt something happening behind her.  Becky, the rubber french maid,
was industriously folding up her train and bustling it for her.

All of the guests were about.  She saw her mother flirting shamelessly with
Ben, who egged her on.  "These are my nieces," he said, to indroduce his
two live-in lovers.

Jennifer smiled at this.  Be careful what you ask for, mother, she thought.
You might just get it.

Richard was flitting about, making small talk with the guests.  Jennifer,
in her very restrictive and cumbersome dress, was not about to try that.
Instead, she walked very slowly and let the guests come to her.

Laura walked over to her.  "That was a hell of a kiss you gave him," she
said.  "I don't think I've *ever* seen a kiss that intense before."

"I doubt you ever will again," Jennifer replied.

There was again a buzzing sound from Laura.  A few seconds later, it
disappeared.  "Vicki is really having a rough time of it," she said,
gesturing.

Jennifer turned her head to look.  Vicki had taken a seat in the corner of
the room.  She was writhing and twisting in the dress.  Finally, she
stopped writhing and let out a tiny sigh in her corset.

"It's on more than it's off with her," Laura said.

"What about the others?"  Jennifer asked.

"Ben's two nieces are doing all right," she said.  Oh, she doesn't know,
thought Jennifer.  "The other two women are not doing so well, either.
I don't know who they are with, or what their names are."

She spotted Mary as she walked into the room.  She headed straight for
Richard.  They exchanged brief words, then she saw Mary hand Richard a
small box with a short antenna on it.

He touched a button briefly, and her vibrators momentarily came to life.

"Richard, you sly devil you!"  she said.

"What?"  replied Laura.

"Nothing," said Jennifer.  "Nothing at all."
There was no dancing scheduled for the event.  It was not like Jennifer or
any of the female guests could have danced anyway.  She noticed that all of
the male guests, Richard included, were walking a bit more cautiously and
awkwardly than ususal, and sat down very gingerly in the chairs.

More people showed up as the afternoon turned into evening.  Most were
people associated with Fantasy Supreme, and came garbed in kinky and bondage
attire.

There was a sudden quieting of the general din as a leather garbed woman
made her entrance.  She wore a tight leather corset over a black leather
body suit and heels.  In each hand, she held a leash.  After she walked
inside, she saw that he leashes were connected to the collars of two men
that wore little except thin leather harnesses and minimal leather shorts.

"Susana," Jennifer said, under her breath, as she recognized the woman.

Richard immediately walked over to Jennifer and took her arm.  "That's my
ex-wife," he said.  "I didn't know that she would be here.  I did not invite
her."

"It'll be all right," said Jennifer.

Susana made directly for Richard.  "So!  It's been a long time!"  she said.

"It has," replied Richard.  "Please meet my wife Jennifer.  Jennifer, this
is my ex-wife Susana."

The woman nodded to her.  "Found your soul-mate at last?"  she asked.

"I could ask for no more," replied Richard.  "And yourself?"

"I don't think I could ever settle on just one," she said.  "Here are my
two favorites, Edward and Gerard."

"You don't look happy to see me," Susana said after a pause.

"I...was not expecting you," replied Richard.

"I still have contacts at FS, you know.  It's not hard to find out about
such things, really."

"I see.  Why did you show up, then?"  he asked cautionsly.

Susana smiled at him.  "I don't have any ill will towards you any more,
dear Richard.  You have a very lovely wife, and I wish the best for both
of you."

"I just showed up to say that it's truly over between us.  You can get on
with your life with you new wife and not concern yourself with me.  I live
a life that I love, and I am surrounded by people that adore me.

"Be happy, for a change, Richard.  I heard how you moped around after I was
gone.  Just be happy."

Susana turned to Jennifer.  "You are beautiful in that dress, Jennifer.
You've caught a wonderful man.  It just wasn't meant for me."

With that, she turned and looked around the crowd.  "Henry!"  she said, and
with her two men in tow, she headed away from them.

Jennifer leaned over to Richard.  "So...you have the remote control now?"
she asked.

"How did you know about that?"  he asked.

"I saw Mary giving it to you," she said.

Richard reached into the pocked of his jacket.  A moment later, the
vibrators within her came to life.  "You twisted man!"  she said, holding
on to him and twisting.

"That's for later," he said as the vibrations ceased.

Her mother stopped by to talk to her on the way out the door.  "I'm so
happy for you," she said.  "But I have to go now,"

"I'm sure I'll see you later," said Ben, giving her a leer.  "I'll stop by
just to get a look at you."

Her mother and Ben walked out together, followed by the two younger women.
There was a brief moment of buzzing from the two women, but within seconds,
the buzzing had stopped and they were continuing after the couple as fast
as they could go in their heels and silver vinyl hobble dresses.

The other guests parted soon afterwards.  Vicki and her husband Henry had
been the first to leave, and Jennifer had heard a loud moan just moments
after she had disappeared out the door.

Richard and Jennifer were left alone, with the mess all around them.  "Well,
I'm pooped," said Jennifer.  "I'm ready for bed.  Are you?"  she said with
a wink.

"Not quite," said Richard, as he pulled out the remote control.  "We have
some batteries to run out, first.  Then we can retire to the bedroom.  The
evening is still young."

"Run...out?"  she said, with eyes wide.

"You might want to sit down for this," he said with a broad smile.

Jennifer was in the middle of the room, with all of the chairs and couches
at the periphery.  She tried to hurry as best she could towards a couch,
but all that her extra efforts seemed to accomplish was to move the
vibrators around within her even more.

Gasping for air against her corset, she was seized by a wave of pleasure
just feet away from the couch.  She fell forward, onto the couch, as the
vibrations continued relentlessly.

Epoligue

"I won't be long on the phone," Jennifer said as she dialed.

It took several rings before the phone was picked up.  "Hello?"

"Mother!  How good to talk with you!"  she said, enthusiastically with an
evil grin on her face.

"Jennifer...I don't know if I really want to talk right now," she said.

"Oh, but I'm being a good daughter.  I have to call my beloved mother to
tell her how much I love her!"

"I...had a rough night," she said.

"I heard that you went home with Ben after the reception.  Is that true?"

"Well...he invited me over for a drink afterwards," she said.

"Turn down a drink?  Never!"  thought Jennifer.

"You know, Richard just talked to Ben.  Ben really wants to have you over
again," she said.  "Now, be honest with me, is Ben going to be my stepdaddy?"

"I don't think so," replied her mother curtly.

"Did you at least have a good time?"  Jennifer asked.

There was dead silence from the other end of the line.  "Ben sure seemed to
think that you did.  Is that the first time you did it with a woman?"

There was another long pause, and the sound of ragged breathing.

"All he did was watch!"  she exclaimed.  "That's all he did!"

"So, maybe I should buy you another dildo for your birthday," she said.
"You seemed to really enjoy it."

"Shut up!"  her mother exclaimed.  "I don't want to talk about it!"

"Did you really offer to suck his cock?"  she asked.

"Jennifer!  You horrible daughter!"

"I really don't have to ask you," she said.  "Ben taped the whole thing.
We're going to go over there and watch it next week..."

Her mother's voice was replaced by a dial tone.  "Hmmm...  I guess she
doesn't want to talk to me anymore."

Jennifer stood up and smoothed out her dress.  It was made of black vinyl,
and covered her from neck to the floor.  It was a very tight sheath dress,
with no slit, and her steps were restricted to less than a foot.  Six inch
black heels were locked onto her feet.

Jennifer was becoming used to maneuvering around in dresses like this.
Underneath it, there was a corset, and the chastity belt that she had worn
under her wedding dress.

There was a buzzing from the belt.  "Hey, just watch it!"  she said, picking
up her own remote control.

Richard was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, with a white silk
shirt.  Underneath, he wore a butt plug and penis sheath, with vibrators
attached to each.  As Jennifer pushed the button on her remote control, she
heard his vibrators come to life.

"En guard, Jennifer!"  he said, holding his remote control with antenna
like a rapier.

"I'm ready...I think," came Laura's voice.

Laura walked in, balancing in black six inch heels.  She was wearing the
rubber maid's outfit that Jennifer had worn so many times.  Long sleeves,
high neck, very flared skirt.  Her figure was accented by the tight corset
she wore underneath.  Laura turned around, and as her skirt rose up,
Jennifer saw the chastity belt that she had worn to the wedding.

Jennifer knew that Richard had tinkered with the settings.  Now, it only
waited half as long before resuming its vibrations.  Laura had to work
twice as hard to keep it from distracting her endlessly.  From the flush
on her face, Jennifer guessed that she might not be able to make it the
whole night.

There was the sound of the doorbell.  "That must be Collin!"  Jennifer said,
walking over to her sister and fussing with her hair.  "Now, you have to
look your best for this job," she said.

"And answering the door is a part of your duties," said Richard.

"Looking like this?"  she said.

"I've done it," said Jennifer.

As Laura walked out of the room, Jennifer spoke up.  "Do you think that
Collin will like her?"  she asked.

"He'll positively drool over her," Richard replied.  "*I'd* drool over her,
if I wasn't married to you," he said.  "It must run in your family.  I
just wonder how much longer we'll have a maid after Collin sees her."

"I'd have to say three weeks, at the most," replied Jennifer.  "But...there
*are* advantages to privacy," said Jennifer, as she pushed the button on
her remote control.

The End...