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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
dark1@inwave.com
Chapter 13
When Jennifer woke up, she found herself in her room. Her arms
were out at her sides, which immediately told her that she wasn't
wearing the rubber bodysuit anymore.
The light was on in her room. She opened her eyes groggily and
looked around.
Jennifer tried to prop herself up on her arms. It was at this
moment that she realized that she was still wearing the rubber
corset. The sleeping cuffs with the metal forks were locked to her
wrists... and there was a chastity belt complete with intrusive
vaginal plug. A moment of moving her hips around revealed that this
one did not have a phallus for her rear orifice.
She rolled out of bed, and saw that there was a handwritten note
on her nighttable. There was also a sealed box just inside of the
doorway. Jennifer picked up the note and read it.
Jennifer
I took the liberty of preparing you for bed after we finished
our dinner. You did look lovely last night, in your rubber and
heels.
I would like to take a moment to explain the controls for your
'alarm clock'. The readout flashes four numbers. The first number
is the number of minutes of stimulation that will take place when you
first tuck yourself in for the night. It is controlled by the first
knob.
The second number is the number of times that you will be
stimulated during the night. These will be evenly spaced between the
time you went to bed and the wake up time (9:00 am). This is
controlled by the second knob.
The third number is the number of minutes that you will be
stimulated for each time during the night. This is, of course,
controlled by the third knob.
The last number is the number of minutes that you will be
stimulate for right before wakeup time. This is controlled by the
fourth knob.
The device is made such that you have to have at least 75
minutes of stimulation during the night. You can set it for more, of
course. The night that you so hurriedly put it on, it was set for
220 total minutes during the night. Of course, I might decide to
increase that minimum time, if I am so inclined.
The box in your room contains your outfit for tomorrow. You
can, if you like, get ready tonight, but that is optional.
I look forward to tomorrow. Sleep tight.
Richard.
Hmmm... thought Jennifer. I bet it would really turn him on if
he knew that I wore one of his kinky outfits to bed! With that
thought in mind, she moved the box to her bed and started to pull out
the contents.
On top, there was a pair of shoes. These were made of shiny
black patent, with the same locking closures that were on her other
pairs of shoes. These looked to be even taller yet. Jennifer
retrieved her ruler from the dresser and measured it. "Six and a
quarter," she said. "When are these things gonna stop going up?"
Next, there was a black rubber garter belt. She put that aside
and fished out the next items.
Black rubber stockings. These looked like they would go all the
way up to her crotch. Black rubber gloves were next, ones that would
go all the way up to her armpits.
And the last item was a maid's outfit. This one was not made of
vinyl. Instead, this was made of shiny black rubber. The skirt was
flared out even wider than her last maid's outfit, and was even more
revealing of her crotch. This one also had long sleeves and went up
to the neck, just like the other one. There was no revealing cutout
to show bare cleavage. But with the skin tight properties of the
rubber, did it matter?
"Another maid's outfit?" she said aloud. Then something churned
within her memories. "Isn't... isn't this what he remembered his
*mother* wearing?"
Except for the chastity belt... Jennifer had very strange
feelings about the outfit laid out on the bed.
If she wanted to turn him on, was there any better way than to
enter his deepest fantasies? a part of her thought.
Jennifer made up her mind. She put on the garter belt, then
slowly rolled the rubber stockings up her legs. When she was done,
she fastened them to the garters.
The extreme stiletto heels were difficult to manage with her
corsetted waist, but she managed to lock them on. The gloves took a
while to properly wriggle into.
Last, there was the maid's outfit itself. It was not too hard
to zip up herself. There was a small ring at the top like with the
other outfits. For completeness sake, she locked it into place with
one of the padlocks in the room.
I want to make sure that he knows that I'm dressed like this,
she thought. I should find him and say goodnight.
It took her intense concentration to walk steadily in the heels.
She was able to manage, as long as she kept it slow and stayed near
a wall. The wriggling in her crotch was bearable... so far.
Jennifer first went to his den. Richard was nowhere to be seen.
She was not in the mood to wander the whole house to find him,
especially in her shoes. So she went directly to his bedroom. I'll
just wait for him here, she thought.
Idly, she turned the doorknob, expecting it to be locked, as it
ususally was. But to her surprise, it opened at her touch.
The light was on, and she heard faint rustling sounds.
Gingerly, she poked her head through the opening and looked at side.
She used latex gloved hand on the doorknob as additional support for
her unsteady balance.
She saw that Richard had already gone to bed. But this time he
was wearing something more extreme than she remembered.
Richard's hands were cuffed above him, connected to the chain as
before. His ankles were strapped together, and he wore a chastity
belt with a wire going up from it to the box that joined his wrists.
But this time he also wore a leather hood. There was no opening for
his eyes in the hood. There were two holes for his nose, and a very
small hole where his mouth should have been. At the moment, there
were no vibrations coming from his belt.
He can't see me... thought Jennifer. That means I can't show
off my outfit to him! Damn! But... I could poke around and he'd
never know!
With a new purpose, Jennifer walked into his room, still
unsteady in her heels. She stopped near his bed and looked down at
him.
A muscular, hairy chest heaved and hissing noises came through
the holes in his hood. Strong legs idly twitched against their
bindings. Just watching him makes me wet! Jennifer thought. The
vaginal plug in her chastity belt was now starting to get to her.
She tore her eyes away from him and slowly walked around the
bed. With care, she made her way towards one of his closet doors.
This one had only mundane clothing, like business suits, shirts,
pants, and the like. Jennifer slowly closed the door and made her
way to the other one.
The light was off in this closet as well. Jennifer found a
lightswitch and turned it on. God! Jennifer thought to herself.
What a collection.
This was a huge walk-in closet some twenty feet deep and ten
feet wide. There was a row of dressers down the middle of the closet
that almost split the room in two.
All along the outside walls, there were kinky outfits on
hangers. Most of them were made of rubber, with some vinyl and some
leather as well.
Jennifer walked over to the nearest one and pulled it from the
wall. This was a pair of blue rubber pants with a matching shirt.
She put it back into place and looked at the next one. This one was
a black leather straight jacket.
A bit overwhelmed, she turned her gaze to the other side. She
grabbed the nearest thing that she could. This was a red rubber
hobble dress, just like the one she had worn herself. But... this
one was too big for her. It would actually fit Richard quite well,
now that she thought of it.
This surprised her. She put it down and examined the clothes on
this side of the closet. As she examined them more closely, she saw
that it was all kinky female clothing that seemed to be sized to fit
Richard. The opposite side seemed to consist of male style clothing
made of kinky materials.
Jennifer next made her way over to one of the dressers in the
room. Arbitrarily, she picked the top drawer and opened it up.
She found several pairs of shoes here. They varied from what
she guessed was five inches to almost seven inches in height. Most
of them had similar locking closures to the ones that she wore now.
They were also sized to fit Richard.
Jennifer went to the next drawer down. Here she found several
corsets. Some were satin, some were rubber, and one was leather.
These, too, would have fit Richard just fine.
Jennifer closed that drawer and leaned against the dresser. He
dresses up like a woman? she thought.
No, that is not exactly true, she thought to herself. He
dresses up like a *kinky* woman. He doesn't seem to have any normal
female clothing.
Why would he have all of this stuff? she wondered. He must
dress up in it.
The fact that Richard had probably experienced all of what she
was experiencing made her feel better, actually. He must *like*
dressing up like that, or he wouldn't have that much of it, she
thought. Half of his kinky closet is like that.
With that running through her mind, she exited his closet and
closed the door behind her. Just as she was walking by his bed, his
chastity belt started to vibrate.
I wish it was me on top of you now, Jennifer thought as he
slowly started to move his hips in response to the stimulation.
Fearing that she would be discovered, she made her way to the door
and closed it behind her.
Within minutes, she was sitting on her bed. "How should I set
this thing?" she wondered, idly toying with the knobs of her alarm
clock.
She finally decided to reduce it from its previous settings, but
not to minimum. "Twenty minutes initially, twenty minutes at the
end, and four in the middle fifteen minutes each," she settled on.
Jennifer turned off the lights, then positioned herself on the
bed. She plugged the cord into her belt, then plugged her cuffs into
the metal box one at a time.
Her chastity belt came to life the instant that the second cuff
was plugged in. "Oh god!" she said aloud as the belt brought her
higher and higher. She had been hot from watching Richard in his
room. It wasn't taking much more right now.
Did I set it for too long? she wondered as an orgasm ripped
through her less than ten minutes after she had locked herself in
bed.
Chapter 14
Again, she found herself walking through the clouds.
Jennifer looked down, and saw that she was wearing impossibly
high white stiletto heels... and nothing else. The ground below
looked so far away... like a view from an airplane.
There was a gust of wind, and she nearly lost her balance.
Somehow, she stayed upright in her footwear. In front of her, a
large fluffy cloud was being moved by the winds. Standing on it, she
could see a man...
"Richard!" she cried out. She tried to run, but her foot
twisted underneath her. She grabbed ahold of a nearby cloud and
managed somehow to right herself.
She looked around frantically. The cloud that had carried
Richard was now quickly receeding. A moment later, it was only a
pinprick on the horizon.
"No!" she screamed aloud. As she struggled to move, two green
birds with red feathers around the eyes started to circle above her.
"Not yet!" one of the birds cried out.
"Don't fall!" the other one screeched.
Jennifer let go of her cloud and tried to step forward.
Somehow, she managed it. But her second step put her shoe into a
river far below her. She could feel the silt of the river sucking
her down, and she started to fall...
The two birds dove down onto her shoulders, and flapped their
wings with a great effort. Slowly, they pulled her up and her shoe
was freed from the river.
The birds stopped flapping as she righted herself.
"You are not yet ready," one of the birds said to her.
"Don't run when you can't walk," the other one said.
"Ready?" she asked back. "When will I be ready?"
"You will see," said the first one.
"We will help," said the other one, with a wink.
The two of them took off with a sudden wingstrokes. She watched
them as they flew to a nearby cloud and tore pieces of it out with
their taloned feet.
They flew overhead, and dropped their cloudy burdens onto her.
They were shaped like something...
She was now wearing a dress made of clouds. She looked down and
saw the long wide flare of her misty skirt. It went down all the way
to the earth. And behind her, there was a veil of vapor thin ice
crystals that trailed magnificently behind her.
The two birds landed on her shoulders again. "It's a start,"
one of them said.
The other bird ruffled its feathers. "It's the *end*!" it said,
as it stared at the first bird.
Then a buzzing started in her crotch, and the realm of clouds
and dreams faded away.
Jennifer was already twisting her hips as she returned to
reality. The throbbing in her vagina had already made her juices
start to flow. She clenched her gloved hands and struggled in her
rubber outfit, trying to gain some control over the buzzing in her
crotch.
It relentlessly sent her upwards. She labored against her
rubber corset and kicked her black rubber legs into the air.
Jennifer's stiletto heeled feet twirled around as she came nearer and
nearer to culmination...
"Ooooh!" she exclaimed as she reached her peak. She arched her
back slightly against the rubber corset as the pleasure went on and
on and on...
The buzzing died before she had another climax. She heard the
familiar metallic click from her wrists that indicated that she was
free of her bed at last.
Jennifer spent several minutes laboring for breath against the
corset as she recovered from her 'wake up call'. When she finally
recovered, she rolled out of bed and unsteadily walked to the
bathroom.
She inserted the key into the bottom of her chasity belt,
separating the bottom section so that she could take care of her
bodily functions. When she was done, she was still wet enough to
easily slide the phallus of the chastity belt back into place.
She got up and washed her hair in the sink. It was a strange
feeling to scrub her hair with rubber gloved hands. Jennifer toweled
it dry and ran a comb through it.
"Sure doesn't look very nice," she said aloud. But somehow, she
didn't think that Richard would really notice her hair today.
On the way out of her room, she stopped to look at herself in
the mirror again. Six and a quarter inch black patent shoes were
locked to her feet. She was wearing long black rubber stockings that
went all the way up to her crotch. She could see the garters that
held them up. The bottom of the chastity belt was visible below the
crinoline.
The black rubber of the skirt must have extended out over two
feet in all directions. It was held up by some very stiff red
crinoline that could be easily seen if she was bent over in any way.
The black rubber of her maid's outfit was very tight around her
waist. She was naturally a twenty six inch waist. What am I now,
maybe a twenty one? Jennifer wondered to herself.
The corset also pushed her breasts up and out. The tight clingy
rubber of the maid's outfit showed her erect nipples as a pair of
dainty points on the tips of her breasts. The rubber continued
upward, and ended at the top of her neck. The shiny black rubber
continued down both arms. When the rubber of the maid's outfit ended
at her wrists, the latex of her gloved hands took over.
"I could stop traffic on the expressway!" she said as she
twirled around in front of the mirror. This moved the phallus inside
of her around, and she was surprised with the intensity of the
sensations.
"That was interesting," she said as she grabbed hold of a
bedpost. A few moments later, she headed out of her room and made
for the kitchen.
Jennifer had just finished making breakfast when Richard walked
in. "Good morning," she said as she carried two plates over to the
table. She had to concentrate intensely to carry anything while
wearing the six and a quarter inch high stilettos.
Richard looked at her from head to toe as she brought breakfast
to the table. "Good morning, Jennifer," he said. She saw that he
was not fully dressed as he normally was. Instead, all he wore was a
pair of rubber shorts that concealed his groin.
"I dressed up last night," she said, almost proudly. "I wanted
to show you... but you had already gone to bed for the night," she
said, with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"You forgot to turn the light off in my closet," he said.
Oops! "I'm sorry. I... curiosity got the better of me. I
shouldn't have," she said.
"No, you shouldn't have," he said as he started in on his
breakfast."
Several minutes passed with only the sounds of clanking
silverware and dishes. "Richard... are you going to punish me?" she
asked. He seems to enjoy that so much, she thought to herself. I
hope he does and gets himself so stiff..."
"I'm not sure yet," he said. "I have to think of something...
appropriate."
"I see," she said, sipping on her juice. She finished it off
before asking her next question. "Why do you have so much of your
kinky stuff... in dresses and women's stuff?" she asked.
Jennifer did not see him become upset at all at the question.
He swallowed before answering. "Well, it has to do with a long
period of living without any companionship," he said. "I prefer to
see a woman dressed up, but when that wasn't available, I did it
myself. And I was very curious about how it would feel. Why should
women have all the fun?" he said, with a smile.
"I see," she said. Should she press her luck? she wondered.
"When was the last time that you dressed up like that?" she asked.
Richard studied her for a long moment. "My, you are brave
today," he said. "Especially with your snooping around last night."
Jennifer just smiled and shrugged. "Actually, it was a month and a
half ago," he said.
Jennifer was thinking of her next question when Richard finished
up his food and wiped his face. "I think I have decided upon your
punishment. However, it may have to wait for tomorrow. You have a
temporary reprieve."
She wasn't quite sure if she was relieved or disappointed to
hear this. "Get everything you can done by three," he said to her.
"I will be in my den. I have a large number of phone calls to make."
"Why three?" she asked.
"We have a wedding to go to," he said.
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 13-14
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