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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post
which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do
NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else,
know).

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. 

Anakha
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From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One)
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Subject: NEW STORY: HIRED HELP Ch13-15 (bond, M/f, heels, corset,
rubber/PVC, sex)
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        ******     WARNING to all unsullied minds!     ******
        ******       W A R N I N G ! ! ! ! ! !         ******
     The following story contains scenes of sex, bondage, and
deviant behavior drawn from my own pervered imagination.  If you
are less than 18 years of age, sexually uptight, or a self-riteous
pusher of your values upon others, read no more!

     This story may be copied and archived for non-profit purposes, as
long as this header is retained and the author (Dark One) is credited
for it.

HIRED HELP -- part 5 (chapters 13-15)

by Dark One



Chapter 13

     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
stimulated 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
stimulated 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
stimulate 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 the mood 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
ususally 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 at side.
She used 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.

Chapter 14

     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 receeding fast.  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.

Chapter 15

     "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 skintight 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 said.
     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.
"And it is."
     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 Fantasies Unlimited."
     "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 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.  Henry had 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 brought her 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.

Anakha.
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