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All hard copy printing rights and all other rights are reserved by the author. ==================== HIRED HELP by Dark One dark1@inwave.com 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. Chapter 37 As Richard had guessed, by the next day, Jennifer felt the familiar sensations of her menstrual 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." ==================== HIRED HELP by Dark One Chapters 35-38 -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>