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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: HIRED HELP(18-20)(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 7 (chapters 18-20)

by Dark One



Chapter 18

     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 so," 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 that was carrying her.  "The feather
can help you."
     "Remember!" screechted 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 elaborat 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?"
     "All right.  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 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 boxed 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 hin 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."

Chapter 19

     "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 time 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 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 X-shaped 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, ohohohohooooo!" 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 one 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.

Chapter 20

     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
sandals, that were probably six inches in height.
     "Now that's an interesting bathing suit," Henry said as he saw
her 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 fits 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 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 that."
     "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 gonna go 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.

Anakha.
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