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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(34-36)
From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One)
Date: Thu, 28 Mar 1996 02:31:31 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 12 (chapters 34-36)

by Dark One


Chapter 34

     Jennifer felt Richard finally squirt his semen into her aching
mouth.  She swallowed it down, and almost immediately pulled back.
"That makes five!" she said triumphantly.
     Richard was letting out a small  moan at the time.  A few
seconds later, she heard him push his chair back.  A tug on her
collar directed her to inch forward and stand up.
     Yet again, she needed support to stand in the seven inch heels.
Somehow, she had been able to ignore the pain in her feet from the
shoes and the ache in her shoulder and arms from the armbinder.  The
hood was still over her head, leaving her in darkness.  She was
finally somewhat accustomed to the eighteen inch corset, and she did
not feel like every breath was a struggle.
     "I have good news and bad news for you," came the voice of
Richard.
     "What do you mean?" she asked.
     "The good news is that you reached five, and I promised you some
pleasure of your own at that time."  Memories of Richard's hard penis
and tender kisses came to mind.  "But the bad news is that it's
bedtime.  You've only made it halfway to your goal."
     "Bedtime?!  But..." I dont' want to sleep alone tonight, she
finished mentally.
     "But what?" he asked.
     "But that means I won't be with you tonight!" she said
forlornly.
     "Well, if you feel that way..." he said.  "I might be able to
bend the rules a bit.  You can stay in my room tonight..."
     "Thank you!" she said.
     "But there's a price to be paid."
     "What do you mean? Price?"
     "If you choose to stay in my room, you must wear your fetching
outfit until tomorrow evening," he said.  "No breaks.  If you choose
your room, at least you will get a change of clothing."
     Change of clothing... Knowing Richard, the bedtime clothes
wouldn't necessarily be any better than these.  "I'll stay with you,"
she said.
     Richard led her to his room, and let her use the bathroom there.
 She heard sounds of Richard's activity as she relieved herself.  A
few minutes later, Richard came to get her.
     Jennifer was surprised when Richard suddenly put his arms around
her torso and lifted her off of the ground.  "What are you doing?"
she asked.
     "Rewarding you for reaching five tonight," he said.  He slowly
lowered her to the floor, and she felt something cold and rubbery
pushing against her pussy.
     Jennifer shifted and allowed the dildo to enter her.  When she
was finally back on the floor, she felt a rigid pole between her
legs.  The pole terminated in the dildo that was now between her
legs.  Even in her high heels and her legs straight, the dildo was at
least six inches inside of her.
     Richard slowly stroked her breasts, and she felt a warm, moist
tongue gently touching a nipple.  A shiver went through her, and she
twisted around on the phallus.
     While one of his hands stroked her breasts, another went down to
her pussy.  He soon found her clit, even with the dildo in place, and
within minutes, she was panting against the corset, desperately
trying to keep her legs under her in the ultra high heels.
     Two rapid orgasms followed.  As she moaned in the aftermath, she
felt Richard leave her side.  Jennifer heard him attach something to
the back of her corset, and the top of her armbinder.  "What are you
doing?" she asked.
     "Getting you ready for bed," he said.  "I wouldn't want you to
fall during the night."
     Richard had apparently finished his work.  Jennifer tried to
lean forward, but was held up by the top of her corset.  He must have
tied it to the ceiling or something, thought Jennifer.
     "But I thought..." said Jennifer.
     "I said that you could stay in my room.  I said nothing about
sleeping in my bed.  And I also did not promise a good night's
sleep," he said, ending the conversation by zipping the mouth of her
hood shut.
     Jennifer would have had a stunned look on her face if anyone
could have seen it.  She twisted and turned, but all she did was make
herself hot again by moving the dildo around.  She experimentally
tried to bend her knees, and let the dildo slide further into her.
The straps held her up, but the pressure on her corset and arms soon
became too uncomfortable, so she lowered her feet again.
     "Goodnight, Jennifer," he said.

     She spend the night in a dazed, aroused, half asleep state that
was not restful at all.  Twice during the night, she became so stir
crazy that she twisted around on the dildo until she managed to
orgasm.
     As soon as she heard Richard moving around, she started to make
noises through her gag.  "Eager to make an early start, I see," he
said.
     Richard released the straps that held her up.  Jennifer felt her
knees trembling, and Richard had to quickly lift her off of the dildo
before she collapsed.  He guided her to the bed and had her kneel
down in front of it.
     Richard unzipped the mouth of her helmet.  Before she could even
speak, she felt his penis against her lips.
     At least my mouth isn't sore, she thought, bringing his penis
inside of her mouth.  I don't know if I can do what he asks!

     Richard was good to his word about the advice.  "Use your tongue
on the underside of the penis," he said.  "Right behind the head.
That's it," he encouraged.
     "Don't bother to use much pressure most of the time," he said.
"Continuous gentle motion works better for me than frantic suction."
     Sure enough, she was able to bring him to four orgasms by
lunchtime.  Fatigue was stalking her, but she was determined not to
give in to it.  After the fifth, he let her sit down while he went to
work on her pussy with his tongue.  He brought her to orgasm three
times before she went back to work.
     The tenth one came shortly after supper.  "Finally!" she said,
triumphantly.
     "Indeed," he said.  "I think you have earned a break."
     Richard left, presumably to get the equipment he would need to
release her from her bondage.  By the time that he returned, she was
lying face down on the floor, asleep.

Chapter 35

     Jennifer became barely conscious as Richard took off the
armbinder, shoes, and helmet.  By the time he had put her down in
bed, she was asleep again.
     She woke up to the feeling of a warm body next to hers.
Richard's arm went around her still corsetted waist.
     That night, they did not make love, or if they did, Jennifer did
not remember it.  Instead, she stayed close to Richard, and just
enjoyed his presence there as she dreamed.
     Richard was up first, and she woke to the smells of breakfast.
"You are only temporarily relived of the kitchen duties," he said,
putting a tray of food on the bed, "while we attend to other
matters."
     Jennifer just smiled and started to munch upon what he had
prepared.  "What today?" asked Jennifer.  "Or shouldn't I ask?"
     "You've learned your lesson well enough for now," said Richard.
"We have an appointment this morning at the dressmakers," he said.
"I also thought that it might be a good day for you to get ahold of
your sister, Laura, and see if you can get her over here sometime to
talk about the details, as well as setting up an appointment for her
at the dressmakers."
     Jennifer thought about that for a moment.  "I'm trying to think
of a way not to talk to my mother," she said.  "My sister's through
with high school... I know!  Laura has a job at a video rental place
down on seventh," she said.  "I'll just call and talk to her there."
     Richard left and returned with a phone book.  "Is this the
place?" he asked, pointing out an entry in the book.
     "Looks like it," she said.
     "The nearest phone is in the den," he said.  "You can call from
there."
     Jennifer tried to get to her feet, but the aches in the backs of
her legs were even worse now.  "Those heels are doing something to my
legs," she said, sitting back down.  "Everything's tight now -- I'm
having trouble flattening out my foot."
     "You were able to walk in the heels last night," he said.
     "Maybe that's what I need."
     "I'll get a pair from your room," he said.
     Richard returned with her black patent six inch heels.  They
required a lock to stay in place.  "This is what I could find on
short notice," he said.  She presented her feet, and he locked the
shoes in place.
     Walking in the six inch heels was a relief compared to what she
had been wearing.  This is the most comfortable way I've walked in
days, she thought to herself.
     Richard brought the phone book with them to his den.  She sat
down in a chair before placing the call.
     "Seventh street video," came a familiar voice.
     "Is Laura there?" asked Jennifer, being cautious.
     "Jennifer?!" said her sister.  "Where have you been?"
     "It's a long story.  Can you talk?" she asked.
     "For a little bit," Laura said.  "No one is in yet this early.
Why did you call?"
     "Well... I'm getting married."
     "Married?!  Is this a joke?"
     "No joke, Laura.  Two weeks from last Saturday is the date."
     "Oh my god!" she said.  "Are you pregnant?"
     This brought Jennifer up short.  She sure had been having enough
unprotected sex lately.  It should be time for her period any time
now.  "No, I'm not getting married because I'm pregnant," she hedged.
 She made a mental note to ask Richard a few hard questions about
that.
     "Where is it going to be?" Laura asked.
     "I'm not quite sure yet," she said.  "Richard is making the
arrangements."
     "Richard?  Who's Richard?"
     "The man that I'm going to be marrying," said Jennifer.
     "Mom's gonna go ballistic," said Laura.
     "That's kind of what I want to talk to you about," said
Jennifer.  "I don't want you to tell her."
     "You're gonna do this without her?"
     "I hope so.  But... I'd like you to be there.  As my maid of
honor."
     There was a moment of silence from Laura.  "I'd like that," she
said.
     "Do you have a car yet?" asked Jennifer.
     "Yea.  It's looks beat up, but it runs."
     "When could you come over, so that we could talk about this, and
get you set up with a dress?" she asked.
     "There's not much time, is there?  I think that mom's going out
drinking tonight, as usual.  I could probably leave by eight.  Where
are you now?  His place?"
     Jennifer looked at Richard.  "Directions here?" she asked.
     Between the two of them, they were able to convey the location.
"That the ritziest subdivision within three hundred miles!" Laura
said.  "Who the heck is this guy, anyway?"
     "You'll get to meet him soon."
     "I've got to go.  Customer," she said.
     "Remember, don't tell mom!" Jennifer said as her sister hung up.
     "How did it go?" asked Richard.
     "She'll be here tonight, sometime after eight," she said.
     "That will be fine," said Richard.  "Come on.  We need to make
it to the dressmakers.

     The dressmaker turned out to be a woman named Mary who worked at
Fantasy Supreme.
     Jennifer was just wearing the corset and heels.  Richard had
found her a long coat to wear for the ride.
     It felt very odd, for the dressmaker to be making her
measurements while she was essentially naked.  But she was very
professional, and took only ten minutes or so for what she needed to
do.
     "You need to come back friday for a fitting," the woman said.
Mary was in her mid thirties, with long black hair.  She was wearing
a black vinyl cat suit and heels.  "I have you penciled in for ten.
That's it for today."
     Jennifer put the coat back on and thanked the woman for her
time.  "How did it go?" asked Richard as she emerged from the
dressing room.
     "Fitting friday," she said.  "At ten."
     They went to the car, and Richard drove off with her.  "Where
are we going?" she asked as he took an unfamiliar route.
     "I thought that we'd stop for lunch," he said.
     "Like this?" she asked.
     "It's cloudy and threatening outside," he said.  "We'll eat at
an outdoor cafe.  Just don't take your coat off.
     Jennifer was rather nervous as Richard parked the car.  He
exited and opened the door for her.
     Jennifer gingerly stepped out and walked next to Richard.  She
hugged the coat tightly, but it only came down to mid-ankle.  Tbe
extreme height of her shoes was visible to all of the several dozen
people that were also walking down the sidewalk.
     They took an unoccupied table.  A waiter came over to them, and
was obviously very distracted by what was showing of Jennifer's legs.
 "What can I get you?" he asked, tearing his eyes off of Jennifer.
     Richard ordered for both of them.  The lunch seemed to take
forever for Jennifer.  Everywhere she looked, the patrons seemed to
be staring at her.  They would look away quickly, as she met their
gaze, but not quickly enough to escape notice.
     "You seem to be the center of attention," said Richard.  There
was a smile on his face as he held her hands.  She felt him slip
something on her finger.  "I thought you'd like to have this," he
said.  "You won't always be able to wear it."
     It was the engagement ring that Richard had given her earlier.
Her embarassment at the whole situation faded, replaced with a warm
glow.  "I love you," she said staring into his eyes.
     "I love you too," he said.  "I hope that you can say that to me
in two weeks," he replied.

Chapter 36

     "Oh god!  This guy is loaded!" Laura said after Richard had left
the room.
     Laura and Jennifer were sitting in the main living room, across
from each other.  Jennifer was wearing her black satin dress that she
had worn to the musical.  Laura was garbed in jeans and a T-shirt.
     "Mother doesn't know about this, right?" asked Jennifer.
     Her sister shook her head.  "I didn't say a word to her.  Are
you really gonna do this without telling her?"
     "We're having a slightly more formal elopement, that's all,"
rationalized Jennifer.
     "So, how the heck did you meet this guy?" she asked.
     "Well, it's really a long story," said Jennifer.  "But I was
fired from my last job, and the debt collectors were closing in on
me..."
     "I don't know if I like the sound of this," Laura said.
     "Richard advertised for a live-in maid," she said.  "I really
needed the money, and I was lucky that Richard hired me."
     "Uh huh," said Laura, sounding unconvinced.
     "Well, obviously a little more happened," said Jennifer, looking
down and turning slightly red, "But in the end he proposed to me."
     "Why do I have the feeling that you're leaving out a *lot*?"
asked Laura.
     "Well..." temporized Jennifer.  She's going to find out soon
enough, she thought, either when she's fitted for her dress or at the
wedding.  "He's a little kinky," she said.
     "With all this money?" said Laura.  "I could put up with a
little kinky," she said.  Laura looked around, and did not see
Richard anywhere.  "What's he into, anyway?" she said in a
conspiratorial whisper.  "Spanking?  Bondage?  What?"
     Jennifer had no idea that her sister knew about such things.
Before she could reply, she heard Richard's footsteps.
     "I brought refreshments," said Richard, carrying a tray with
three full glasses on it.
     Jennifer took one, then Laura did.  Richard sat down next to
Jennifer as her younger sister asked a question.  "You're obviously
well off," she said.  "Why don't you have a servant or three to bring
the drinks out?"
     "Well, I had one," said Richard.  "But it seems that I'm to
marry her in two weeks.  That has changed our relationship a bit," he
said.  Richard looked at Jennifer.  "Afterwards, we can talk about
bringing any more employees on board," he said.
     "I see," said Laura as she sipped her drink.
     Jennifer crossed her legs.  She was wearing black six inch heels
on her feet.  Rubber stockings covered her legs.  Laura stared at her
older sister's feet for a long moment as her shoes became visible.
     "Jennifer has an appointment to have her dress fitted at ten on
friday," said Richard.  "Could you make it at ten-thirty?" asked
Richard.
     "Probably," said Laura.  "I don't think I work till three on
friday.  I'll check.  Where is it?" she asked.
     "The sign said FS incorporated," said Richard.  "It's off of
sixty third street.  Ask for Mary."
     Laura throught about that.  "That sounds familiar somehow," she
said.
     "We wanted to talk to you ahead of time," said Richard, "because
we're not exactly having a traditional wedding,"
     "What do you mean?" she asked.
     "The wedding is going to be here, not at a church," said
Richard.  "And it's going to be a theme wedding.  All guests in
appropriate costume."
     "That's cool," she said.  "Theme, like a medival or civil war
theme?" she asked.
     "Something like that," said Jennifer.
     "What's the theme?" asked Laura.
     "I'll be blunt," said Richard.  Jennifer braced herself,
prepared for the worst.  "It's kinky outfits, fetishes, and bondage,"
he said.
     Laura's eyes opened wide at this, in spite of Jennifer's
previous hint.  "My god," she said softly.
     "Can you see why a church is not an appropriate setting?" he
said.
     "Um, yea," she said.  Now it was Laura's turn to look away and
blush.
     "We will understand if you have a problem with this, and don't
want to participate," he said.
     "I... god, I don't know," said Laura.  She looked up at
Jennifer.  "You're really gonna do it this way?" she asked.
     "For Richard, anything," she said, with a smile.  Richard
returned her smile, but only halfheartedly.
     "I'm... geez, this is so strange," said Laura.
     "How can we help you to make up your mind?" asked Jennifer.
"I'd really like to have you there."
     "Well, maybe if you told me what I'll be wearing for this
'theme' wedding?  And what I'm supposed to do?"
     "Well, it won't be too different from a normal gown," said
Richard.  "It's... acutally, it's fairly close to something that
Jennifer has in her wardrobe now," he said.  "Would you like to do a
bit of a dress rehersal, so to speak?"
     "That would probably be good," said Laura.

     Laura stood there in the red rubber hobble dress.  From the
shape of her body underneath, it was obvious that she was wearing a
corset underneath.  Six inch red stiletto heels were on her feet.
"You look wonderful!" said Jennifer as Laura slowly turned in place.
She was very unsteady in the heels, and Richard had to steady her
more than once.
     "All you have to do is walk down the aisle," he said.  "You will
have the best man there to lean on," said Richard.
     "This is so weird," said Laura.
     "I'd really like to have you there," said Jennifer.
     "All right," concluded Laura.  "I'll do it."

     With her sister gone, Jennifer sat down on a chair and looked at
Richard.  "Richard," she said.  "There's something that's been
bothering me," she said.
     "What is that?" he asked.
     "Well, I've lost track of time, and I'm not quite sure, but I
think my period was supposed to come yesterday or today," she said.
"What if..." she asked.
     Richard smiled at her.  "I'll bet you anything that you're not
pregnant," he said.
     "H... how can you be so sure?" Jennifer asked.
     "This issue came up once before, with Susana," he said.  "I had
a vasectomy," he said.
     But he's so young, thought Jennifer.  "You don't want kids at
all?" asked Jennifer.
     "Not exactly," said Richard.  "But I know what my preferred
lifestyle is, and I don't want accidental children.  I have at least
a dozen frozen sperm samples, however, in case I... in case *we*
should want to have children."
     This made Jennifer feel better.  She knew that she did not want
a child now... but that might change someday.

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