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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(37-39)
From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One)
Date: Thu, 28 Mar 1996 02:32:24 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 13 (chapters 37-39)

by Dark One


     Chapter 37

     As Richard had guessed, by the next day, Jennifer felt the
familiar sensations of her menstraual flow.
     Today, Richard had dressed her in the nineteen inch black satin
corset, rubber gloves, rubber stockings, six inch locking heels, and
her locking long sleeved rubber maid's outfit with the very flared
skirt.  She wore a chastity belt as well.  This one had a rear butt
plug, but there was no front dildo.  Richard had allowed her to put a
tampon there instead.
     Richard left her alone most of the day, saying that he had
preparations to make for the wedding.  Before he left, he gave her a
long list of things to do around her house.
     Jennifer surprised herself by finishing the list well before
suppertime.  She found that walking in the six inch heels was almost
automatic now.  It took an effort to remember what it was like to
walk *without* heels.
     When Richard returned, he found her sitting on the couch,
watching television.  "Is everything done?" he asked her as he put
his briefcase down.
     "I think so," she replied.  Richard sat down next to her.  "Did
you get everything done that you wanted to?"
     Richard nodded.  With a complete lack of subtlety, he reached
down and unzipped his pants.  "Do you remember your lessons?" he
asked.
     Jennifer was surprised for only a moment.  She slid to the floor
and kneeled down in front of him.

     Wednesday brought more of the same.  Except that, this time, she
was wearing handcuffs with only a few inches of separation, and ankle
fetters with twelve inches of chain between them.
     Jennifer barely finished Richard's list of chores before he
returned.  He seemed surprised to find out that she had finished all
of her work.  Like tuesday, the evening passed by with her knelt down
in front of him.

     Thursday's outfit was a repeat of Wednesday's.  Hoiwever, this
time the chain between her ankles was only six inches long.
     This time, Jennifer did not manage to get all of her chores
done.
     "You need to be punished," Richard said simply.
     "This is not fair!" she said to him.
     "I never promised to be fair," said Richard.
     She had no reply to this.  Jennifer fumed slightly as she took
mincing steps to follow Richard to his bedroom.
     She spent the next few hours in her outfit, blindfolded and
gagged, with her hands held up above her by a chain connected to the
ceiling.  She was never sure when Richard was in the room or not.
Finally, he let her arms down and took off the blindfold and the gag.
 Next, he unlocked her handcuffs and fetters.
     "It's bedtime," he said, as he unlocked the chastity belt.
     After three days of enforced abstinence, Jennifer was not at all
patient.  As soon as she was free, she grabbed ahold of his pants,
unzipped them, and pulled them to the floor.

Chapter 38

     Jennifer had to lean against the wall and pant for breath as the
corset closed in around her waist.
     Mary the dressmaker watched her calmly.  "How tight is this
going to go?" Jennifer asked.
     "It should be eighteen inches around, when it's done," she
replied over the hum of the motors.  Although the corset had standard
lacings in back, the cords were being pulled by two electric motors
set into the walls of the dressing room.
     "I think that your sister's here," she continued.  "This will
take at least another ten minutes," she declared.  "I'll be back when
it's done.
     As Mary left, Jennifer was left there, leaning up against the
wall of the small room.  She had to balance in white seven inch
heels.  The switches for the motors were just out of arms reach in
either side, and there was no way that she could possibly touch them,
even if she tried.
     Other than the tightening white satin corset and the shoes, she
was wearing nothing.  The long raincoat and black six inch heels that
she had worn here were piled in a corner of the room.
       Jennifer heard voices outside the dressing room, but could not
make out any of the conversation.  Although she had become accustomed
to breathing and moving in corsets, this one became very challenging
to breath in as it approached its final tightness.
     Just as she thought that she could not take it anymore, the
whine of the motors stopped.  She slumped down and let out a tiny
sigh of relief.  Jennifer could only move down a few inches as the
corset strings held her in place.
     She guessed that it was several minutes before Mary found her.
Dressed in a skin tight black rubber body suit, she reached over and
unlached one of the sets of corset strings from the motor.
     Mary expertly wrapped the strings around Jennifer's waist
without losing any of the tension.  She repeated this with the other
corset strings, then tied the two together.
     Jenninfer turned to look at herself in the mirror.  Her figure
was beyond fabulous now.  With the so small waist and breasts that
were supported and separated by the corset, she was approaching the
realm of fantasy.
     "Sit down.  Let's get your slip on now," said Mary.
     Jennifer sat down on the bench in the dressing room.  Mary
brought in a box, and a long white satin slip was inside it.
     As she wriggled into it, Jennifer realized that the term hobble
slip would be more appropriate.  Jennifer stood up with her legs
tightly together as Mary laced it up in back.
     The slip was made of white satin.  It was extremely tight around
her waist and legs. Her knees could not move from their position.  As
she tried to step forward, she found that she was fortunate to be
able to take steps longer than four inches.
     Mary left the room again.  When she returned, she came back with
several very frilly crinoline underskirts in her hands.
      They were able to slip them over her head and down into place
around her ever so small waist.  There were six of them total, the
last one the largest.  When they were done, there was hardly room
left for Mary to stand in the dressing room.  For six feet in each
direction, all Jennifer saw was fluffy white netting.
     Mary left again.  This time, when she returned, she had a very
long white satin wedding dress in her hands.
     Jennifer nearly fell over in the attempt to get it on over her
head.  They finally managed to get it on her, and zip it up in back.
     Mary helped her to get out of the dressing room.  This was aided
by the fact that there was no doorway to the room, only a very wide
curtain.  Jennifer took dozens of baby steps in her hobble slip and
heels before she even managed to get out of the room.
     They emerged into the main display room.  Mannequins were
displaying rubber and leather outfits of all types here.  Under
Mary's direction, she continued forward, until Jennifer was at the
center of the room.  The, the rubber clad woman walked around her and
arranged the dress and train around her.
     When she was done, she brought out a large mirror so that
Jennifer could see herself.  The effect left her light headed.  "It's
like a fairy tale," she said.  The dress was made of soft, shiny
white satin, with elaborate embroidery and beads all around it.
There were huge puffy satin shoulders attached to the long sleeves of
the dress.  In front, the dress went all the way to her neck, but
there was a heart shaped cutout in front that revealed as much
clevage as was legal.  This cutout area was covered with the filmiest
white material, hiding nothing underneath.
     She could never remember seeing a dress this large before.
Bigger than the dresses in Gone with the Wind, bigger than the good
witch in Oz, bigger than the woman in The King and I.  Then, there
was her impossibly small waist perched above all of that vastness.
     "God!" she heard a familiar voice say.  Jennifer turned her
head, and saw her sister walking out of another dressing room,
escorted by Mary.
     Laura was dressed in a long sleeved, neck high hobble dress.
The material was a shiny, slightly stretchy bright blue vinyl.  Like
Jennifer, there was a heart shaped cutout above her prodruding
breasts, covered only by a wisp of blue translucent fabric.  It
looked like her breasts were on the verge of breaking through the
tight fabric of the dress.
     Jennifer had never known her sister to be particularly chesty.
However, the narrowness and stiffness of her waist revealed where her
clevage had come from.
     The dress looked to be a little looser than Jennifer's slip.
Her sister took quick steps, almost a foot long each, towards her.
Matching blue five inch heels adorned her feet.
     "You're something else!" said Jennifer after she saw the effect
the dress had on her sister.
     "Look who's talking!  That thing is unbelievable!  I've never
seen anything like it!" exclaimed Laura.
     "We have a few more things to get done here," said Mary.
Jennifer watched as the dressmaker directed Laura to walk and turn
around, all the while observing her closely.  She brought out a
notepad and jotted down a few notes.
     "How does yours fit," Mary asked while looking at Jennifer.
     She spent a moment studying the sensations of the dress.  "Fits
like a glove," she said.
     "Raise your hands over your head," Mary instructed, "and turn
from side to side."
     Jennifer complied as best she could.  Turning was easier said
than done in the corset, hobble slip, and heels.
     "Mary, please call three two four," came a sound over the
intercom.  "Mary, call three two four,"
     "I'll be back in a few minutes," she said.  "I won't take long."
     Jennifer was left alone with her sister.  "I hate to break it to
you," said Laura, "but your finacee is nuttier than a fruitcake.
Just look at all this!" she said with a sweeping motion of her arms."
     "He's different," said Jennifer.  "But that's just the way he
is.  Is it really that bad?" she asked.
     "Oh, I'm not trying to talk you out of this, or anything," she
said.  "But how many guys would even *think* of something like this,
let alone do it?"
     "Richard is strange in a lot of ways," said Jennifer.  "But
that's the man I love."
     "Do you really like being dressed up like that?  Or like this?"
she said, pointing to herself."
     She thought about that for a long moment.  "I'm not sure that I
*like* it.  I really don't mind it, and it's fun at times.  Honestly,
what I like is the effect that it has on Richard.  The way he looks
at me," Jennifer had to shudder with the memory, "God, for the way he
looks at me, the way he touches me, the way he talks to me, oh,
everything about him, this is worth it a thousand times over.
     "Think about it, Laura," she said.  "Do you have any idea how
*sexy* you look now?  Especially to a guy that's even the least bit
kinky?"
     Laura turned and examined herself in the mirror, saw the narrow
waist and the heaving breasts.  "I suppose I do look rather... hot,"
she said.
     "That's an understatement," said Jennifer.  "I don't remember
you *ever* calling yourself hot or sexy before."
     "That's true," Laura replied.  "All those cheerleaders at
school, the guys just fought over them to ask them out.  I hardly
ever had a boyfriend, in high school.  And now, I still don't," she
said.
     Suddenly, Laura looked up, like she had suddenly changed trains
of thought.  "I have to know," she said in a conspiratorial whisper.
"Is Richard any good in bed?"
     As Jennifer thought about the question, she started to laugh.
How to compare the feeble relationships she had had with Richard's
ways?  More than half the time, she was not even in a bed when he had
made her orgasm.  The toys, the teasing, the mind-blowing sex... how
could she ever imagine going back to a 'normal' relationship with
anyone?  There was no comparison.  Richard was not even playing in
the same *leauge* as everyone else!
     "What's so funny?" asked Laura.
     "He's wonderful in bed," she said, not bothering to explain.
He's wonderful everywhere else, too, like the kitchen, the park, the
theater...
     "You ask like you doubt that," said Jennifer.  "Did you think I
was just marrying him for his money?"
     "Well... the thought *had* crossed my mind," Laura said.  "How
much is he worth, anyway?"
     "I haven't the slightest idea," she said.  "Probably at least
seven figures."
     As Laura was digesting this, Mary came back into the room.
"We're done for the day.  We need to make a few final adjustments,"
she said.  "Come in on monday, same times, and you should be all
ready then."
     They both nodded.  "Call me at home tonight," said Laura.
"After eight.  Mom is going out tonight, and probably won't be back
before midnight."

Chapter 39

     Jennifer was sitting on a chair in Richard's den.  She was
dressed in the black rubber maid's outfit again, complete with
corset, gloves, stockings, and locking six inch heels.  Her crotch
was still dripping from the attention that Richard's tongue had been
giving it.
     Richard was sitting at his desk, watching her as she dialed the
phone number that she knew all too well.  After four rings, Jennifer
was starting to become concerned.
     "Hello?" came a faint voice.
     "Laura, is that you?"
     "Yea," she said, almost a sigh.
     "You don't sound well," said Jennifer.
     "She... Mom... I'm sorry!" her sister said.
     "Sorry?  Sorry for what?" asked Jennifer.
     "Oh, god!  I didn't want to, but I didn't know what else to do!"
     "What are you talking about?"  She heard Laura stop for a moment
to blow her nose.
     "Mom was driving around this morning, and she saw me on my way
back from the dress fitting," she said.  "I didn't mention it to her,
she just thought I was at work."
     "God!  Did she rake you over the coals?" Jennifer said, with
vivid memories coming to mind.
     "She was more or less sober, so she was being her controll
everything, know everything, threaten to take away the car, cold
hearted bitch self!
     "I didn't know what to say!" she said.  "Maybe she saw where I
came from.  I don't know.  I'm sorry!" she said again.
     "What exactly did you tell her?" asked Jennifer.
     "I told her that I was getting a dress," she said.  "That wasn't
good enough for her.  It's like she knew something was up.  She just
wouldn't stop... damn her!"
     "What did you tell her?" Jennifer asked again.
     "I told her that I had seen you," she said.  "That you were
getting married.  I'm sorry!"
     Jennifer could not blame her sister.  In her darkest memories,
she remembered their mother.  Somehow, the woman knew exactly what
buttons to push with both of them.  She knew what to threaten, what
failures of them to bring up and throw in their faces, what buttons
to push.  She could never remember actually winning an argument with
the woman, or ever seeing her be nice to either of her daughters
without an ulterior motive.
With Jennifer, it was 'The Look That Could Kill' that would make her
crumble.  With Laura, her mother ranted and raved and screamed until
Laura would give in, in tears.
     "She knows when, too!" said Laura.  "There's no way that I'll be
able to make it there.  Mother will stop me.  She threatened to take
my car away!  It's in her name, after all.  And even if I did, you
know that she'd follow me!"
     "I know," Jennifer said with as large of a sigh as her corset
would allow.
     "I'm sorry," she said again.
     She saw that Richard was looking at her intently, with a
questioning look on his face.  "Let me talk this over with Richard,"
she said.  "I'll try to call back in a bit," she said.
     "OK," said Laura.  "You're not mad at me?"
     "No, Laura, I'm not.  I've lost track of the number of times
that she's done that sort of thing to me.  I hoped... well, call you
back in a bit."
     "Bye," Laura said simply.
     Jennifer hung up the phone.  "What's going on?" Richard asked.
     Jennifer explained that Laura had spilled the beans to their
mother.  "It's not Laura's fault," she said.  "Our mother, the
paranoid witch, can just *do* that to us.  I can't even exactly
explain how."
     "Parents and offspring know each other in ways no one else can
understand," said Richard.  "I understand, at least partially."
     "What can we do?" asked Jennifer.  "I really want Laura there.
     Richard thought about that.  "Why don't you want your mother
there?" he asked.
     "Are you thinking of caving in and inviting her?!" Jennifer
said, eyes wide.
     "Don't jump to conclusion yet," said Richard.  "Why?"
     Jennifer tried to calm down before answering.  "Everything she's
touched in my life seems like it was ruined.  My piano lessons, my
first boyfriend, the choir I sang in... damn it!  It's like she
enjoys ruining my life!  This is the first thing that's happened to
me that has been *good!*  If my mother's there, she'll criticize
everything, she'll make a scene, she'll make a stink, she'll make me
look bad in front of everyone... that's just the way she is!  That
woman is poison in a human form!  I'm sure that she'll do her best to
find out more from Laura, like where we live.  By tomorrow, I bet
she'll be thinking of ways to crash in and ruin everything!"
     "I just have a thought," Richard said.  "We might be able to get
rid of her by inviting her," he said.
     "I don't understand at all," she said.  "I don't want her to be
a part of my life anymore!  I don't want her anywhere near me!  I
also wish that Laura could move out of the house," she concluded.
"Without me there, my sister is getting all the attention now."
     "Let me give you my ideas, and maybe you can give me a few as
well.  We could invite your mother.  However, there is a strict, and
I mean *strict* dresscode, especially for the female guests.  Your
mother would not be excluded from this."
     Jennifer tried to imagine it.  "I still don't see how that
helps," she said.
     "Is there anything that your mother particularly dislikes?" he
asked.
     "Being humiliated," Jennifer said immediately.  "That's why she
tries to humiliate me and my sister.  I think that's what she fears
the most.  I know this because I saw her at a restauraunt and she
made a complete fool of herself over this waiter.  Afterwards... oh,
it was bad at home!  She always likes to be in control, as well.  She
always has to have the last word.  Somehow, I don't think that
dressing her up is going to do it, though.  She's never minded
showing her body off.  That's never embarassed her, that I know of."
     "Hmmm..." he said, chewing on his lip.  "I'm still thinking.
But about your sister..." he said, "you know, lately you really
haven't been having much time to get things done around the house.
And that's only going to get worse after we're married."
     Only going to get worse... that means I'll be doing less
housework... probably doing more with Richard... I like the sound of
that, concluded Jennifer.  "What's your point?" she asked.
     "Perhaps your sister could work here for a while," he said.  "Be
the maid, and help out around here," he said.  "That could really
free up your time around here," he said.
     "That would get her out of the house," she said.  "But... I
don't like to share," she said, looking at him.  "Especially with my
sister."
     Richard looked a bit surprised, then recovered.  "I was not
suggesting anything of the sort," he said.  "If you don't like the
idea..."
     "As long as you know I don't like the idea of sharing, it will
be fine," said Jennifer.  "I think that just about anything would be
better than life at home right now."
     "There should be no problem with that," said Richard.  "No
problem at all.  But as for your mother, how about something like
this..."

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