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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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Subject: ST: Hired Help(22-24)
From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One)
Date: Thu, 28 Mar 1996 02:26:23 GMT


        ******     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 21 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 it is unaltered in any way, this header is retained,
and the author (Dark One) is credited for it.

     All hard copy printing rights and all other rights
are reserved by the author.

HIRED HELP -- part 8 (chapters 22-24)

by Dark One


Chapter 22

     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.

Chapter 23

     "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!"

Chapter 24

     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 except 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!"

Anakha.
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