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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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From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One)
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Subject: NEW STORY: HIRED HELP Ch16-17 (bond, M/F, heels, corset,
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        ******     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 18 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 this header is retained and the author (Dark One) is credited
for it.

HIRED HELP -- part 6 (chapters 16-17)

by Dark One



Chapter 16

     When she regained consciousness, she found herself on her bed,
back in Richard's mansion.  She was still clothed in her purple vinyl
bridesmaid's outfit.
     "God," she said aloud.  Bits of the pleasure from her sexual
ordeal with Richard were still swimming around her mind.
     "I wonder if Richard is still up."  She rolled out of bed and
used her hands to straighten out her gown.  She was initially
unsteady in her stiletto heeled boots, but she could walk in them
slowly.
     She looked at her form in the mirror again.  "I guess that this
isn't my color," she said.  "And it especially doesn't work with this
shiny stuff."  But then again, Jennifer thought, aren't all
bridesmaid's dresses are supposed to be ugly?
     She walked out of her room, and found that the lights were still
on.  She found Richard in his den, talking financial jargon with
someone on the phone.  He noticed her right as she entered the room.
     Jennifer sat down in a chair and waited.  Richard was naked from
the chest up.  Below the waist, he still wore the leather pants of
his tuxedo.
     She waited patiently for ten minutes or so for him to finish his
business.  "Jennifer?" he said.
     "I woke up," she said.  "You were wonderful.  But... I have a
couple of questions about this evening."
     "I'll answer them if I can," he said.  "Let me write a few
things down first, though."  He scribbled in a notebook for a few
seconds.  "I'm done.  What do you want to know?"
     "Well, the whole vow renewal thing was... bizzare to say the
least."
     "Bizzare?  What else did you think of it?"
     "Honestly, I think that watching Henry and Vicki go down the
aisle did get me hot," she said, "but I'm not really sure.  It's hard
to be objective about that when there is seven inches of buzzing
dildo in your pussy and up your rear.  I also really wished you would
have dragged me off of my little stand before you did."
     "Why?" he asked.
     Didn't I come in here asking the questions? Jennifer thought.
But she answered anyway.  "I just really wanted you," she said.  "As
soon as you dressed me up, and I wasn't wearing a chastity belt, I
started to hope that... maybe..."
     "I didn't let you down, did I?" he asked.
     "Oh, no!!" she exclaimed.  "But... that's not why I came in
here.  I'm starting to catch on a little.  The thing that I *really*
don't get, was why John was dressed up like a bridesmaid with corset
and heels and all, had a wriggling dildo put up his ass and a
vibrator around his penis, and had to stand there and moan like me."
     Richard smiled at that.  "Ah.  There was no way for you to know
about that.  My guess is that he had not made up with his wife yet.
As of friday, he was on poor terms with her.  I'm not exactly sure
what about, but..."
     "I'm missing something," she said.  "Then why didn't he just
show up in a leather tux like the rest of you guys and watch the
show?"
     "You've heard me say this before, but 'why' is not an easy
question to answer.  Fortunately, this 'why' is easier than your
last.  I didn't actually want to tell you about any of this... but
that was before we talked about... our personal matters."  Jennifer
nodded, remembering the stories of his childhood that he had told
her.
     "It goes back to when I bought into Fantasies Unlimited," he
said.  "When I first bought my shares, I showed up for the monthly
stockholder's meetings.  Very little actual financial business was
discussed at those meetings.  The rest of the time, the other five
men spent their time telling lies about their kinky sexual exploits.
     "The genesis of it all was my idea, actually.  I was the
youngest one of them, the one with the least exposure to others.
But... that means I had a few original ideas stashed away."  Richard
said that with a broad smile.
     "I suggested that we change the actual stockholders meetings for
Fantasies Unlimited to twice a year.  That way, maybe we could at
least do it over lunch or something.  As for the exploits... I
suggested a game to 'prove' some of these exploits."
     "The other five haggled over details, but none of them could
back out.  They had built up their stories so high, and backing out
would have been an admission of failure.  I was gracious, and
suggested that we wait one month before starting the game.
     "Here are the rules as they were, and they are very similar to
the rules we use now.  Each of us initially at that stockholder's
meeting, designed anywhere from two to ten kinky outfits as best we
could.  Some were pretty tame, similar to the outfit that you wore
your first day of work.  Others were more challenging for someone to
wear, like the red rubber hobble dress you wore when you greeted them
all at the door.  A few were even wilder yet.
     "It really didn't matter how many any of us designed them or how
bizarre they were.  We took all of these outfit ideas, and put them
into envelopes.  The envelopes were then mixed.  Each of us drew one,
and the rest were put into storage.
     "We each read the designs that we drew.  It was possible to draw
your own design... I did, actually.  Now that we knew what the outfit
was, we each had to convince a female to willingly wear the outfit in
front of all six of us.  We would do this by meeting on six
consecutive friday nights, one night at each of our homes.
     "The host would have to produce this woman dressed up in the
outfit that he had randomly picked.  She could not be coerced,
indimidated, or threatened in any way.  She had to do it of her own
free will.  We also decided that the woman could not be hired to do
the job."
     Jennifer thought about that.  "What about me?" she asked.
     "We amended the rules later," said Richard.  "I'll get to that.
But if the host was *not* able to produce a woman in the outfit, he
had to wear it himself!"
     She thought about it.  This game had been going on for how long?
 Several years, at least.  Richard had not had a companion for much
of that time.  "Your closet full of clothes?" she asked.
     "Almost half of the feminine ones were collected as a part of
our game," he said.  "The rest I had made on various whims."
     She thought about that for a while.  "But... what if the outfit
had a plug, or something on the nipples, if you know what I mean?"
     Richard nodded.  "We came up with a list of modifications for
situations like that."
     "What if the host didn't have a girl, and didn't dress up?" she
asked, curiously.
     "We have a 'three strikes' rule," he said.  "Nothing has to be
done if someone wimps out up to twice a year.  People do get sick,
and schedule conflicts arise.  Sometimes a friday night get together
can be moved a few days.  But if someone would strike out three times
in a year, the other five could decide on a suitable action... up to
and including taking all of their Fantasy Supreme stock away and
not inviting them to play any more."
     "That only came up once, with Collin.  He *really* doesn't like
to dress up for us.  He earned three strikes when his luck with women
was down.  But we came up with an alternative punishment.  The rest
of us decided that he would have to go through a solid week locked up
in a straightjacket.  We didn't care how he handled his appointments
or who wiped his ass.  We also randomly checked to make sure that he
was really locked up in it all the time.
     "Collin agreed, and managed it.  He was rather fragrant
afterwards, now that I remember it," Richard said with a smile.  "He
is also a little more tolerant of dressing up than he used to be."
     "What about the rule change?" she asked.
     "Collin actually suggested allowing hired women to dress up,"
Richard said.  "We debated it, and agreed to allow it in a very
limited form.  Essentially, any such agreement must be formally
written up.  The woman must agree to be 'on duty' for 24 hours a day,
seven days a week, for at least a year.  She must also know that she
can walk out at any time with no questions asked.  They also closed
the loophole that I used.  The woman cannot be an employee of Fantasy
Supreme.  I found Susan before that rule was passed."
     "The woman also cannot be under serious financial distress," he
said.  "Otherwise, they might be effectively 'coerced' into staying
because they need the money so badly.  That rule is one reason why I
was leery about you.  I checked into your financial background.  You
were unemployed and a few months behind, but nowhere near the money
problems that I've seen.  You had no mounting credit card debts, your
car was paid off, and no one was trying to repossess your soul.
Actually, I took care of all of your bill problems and had someone
clean up your apartment.  If you wanted to, you could walk out right
now, debt free, and with a handful of cash."
     Jennifer had already thought about that possibility.  "No.  I'll
stay awhile," she said with a smile.
     "As long as you remember that when your in this house, it's my
rules," he said.
     "I remember," she said.  "But... tonight wasn't a friday night.
And it wasn't anything like one of your friday night get-togethers,"
she said.
     "Ah.  Another rule change.  We decided to spice things up after
the first year.  Each of us was allowed one 'holiday' during the
year.  More if everyone agreed to it.  During this holiday, the host
was able to make up the rules for the event, as long as he told
everyone about them ahead of time.  It could be just about anything,
as long as the rules were the same for all the guests.  The host did
*not* have to be playing by the same rules.  If someone didn't show,
they had a strike against them.  But if the host made up rules so
insane that no one showed up and played, the *host* had a strike
marked against them.
     "In the case of Henry and Vicki, the rules were that there had
to be a bridesmaid there from each of us, dressed like you are, that
would sit quietly on the dildoes during the ceremony.  If we couldn't
produce one, we had to do it ourselves.  I only have to remind you of
John.
     "In this particular case, the bridesmaid needed to be assisted
off of his or her... stimulator.  I think that Henri and Vicki
probably left John on there for quite some time, actually.  He might
be heading home now, depending upon how long the newlyweds decide to
honeymoon.  John probably would never admit it to my face, but I bet
he enjoyed it immensely.  He just can't bear to do something like
that without being able to blame it on someone else.  His masculine
ego, or something similar.  On a side note, Henri and Vicki trade
roles every year."
     That made Jennifer pause for a moment.  But it was nothing
compared to the pastor!  She decided to ignore it and continue.  "Do
you have a 'holiday?'" she asked.
     Richard looked off into space.  "I did, back when Susana and I
were married.  She even dressed up for me for a year on our fridays.
Then she started to refuse as she became more and more into her
newfound dominatrix role.  It's not that I wouldn't have done it on
my own... but it was just the heartless, cold way that she treated
me.  It was like the Susana that I knew and loved was swallowed up by
the dominatrix, so utterly that I couldn't recognize the woman that I
fell in love with...  like she was so in love with her new self that
she couldn't see who I was anymore."
     Richard stared off for the longest time.  "I guess that she's
happy now.  From what I understand, she has two loyal slaves now that
positively spoil her rotten.  The ice has thawed some as well.  I
suppose that once she felt confident in her new role, she could show
her real self again.
     "The real mistake was holding on for as long as I did.  I should
have just accepted what she was becoming, given her a kiss, and
cherished the memories for what they truly were.  But I just
couldn't..."
     Richard stopped his soliloquy and put his face in his hands.
She could hear the distress in his voice as he remembered his
ex-wife.
     "It's all right," Jennifer said.  What should I say? she
wondered.  Is he about to cry or something?
     She remembered an article in one of her magazines that mentioned
that it was very hard to get guys to talk about their true feelings.
Many of them were scared by deep emotions, and would flee rather than
deal with them.
     I don't want him to flee, or send me away, she thought.  Then
again, this is the first time that a man has opened himself up this
much to me.  I wouldn't know if the article was gospel truth or a
complete crock.
     "We were talking about the games that you six guys play," she
said, changing the subject.  "How did it start for you?  Did you have
a woman back then to dress up for you?" she asked.
     Richard took a deep breath, and uncovered his face.  "Actually,
no.  It was also decided that because I was the one to propose it, I
should kick it off.  I had designed my own outfit, and I had to wear
my own outfit.  I couldn't hire someone to wear it for me, but I did
hire someone to help me get into it and out of it!"
     "Do you still have it?" Jennifer asked.
     "I'm a packrat about things like that.  I think I still have
every kinky outfit that I ever wore."
     "Would you show me?" she asked.  "It would mean a lot to me."
     Richard looked at her.  "I haven't looked at that in a *long*
time.  I think that it is in storage in the basement.
     The basement... I haven't been there yet.  She remembered that
there was one door that she had never been behind.  Richard took her
by the arm and supported her in her towering heels.  Sure enough,
they ended up at the mysterious locked door.
     Richard took a keyring out of his pocked and unlocked it.
Jennifer watched carefully, and saw that he left it unlocked.  He
flipped on a switch just inside the doorway and the stairway down was
now very well illuminated.  Carefully, Richard guided her down the
stairway.
     They ended up in the middle of a long hallway.  "That way," he
said, pointing to her left, "I have a private bondage dungeon, some
S&M equipment, and two rooms unfinished playrooms.  They had much
more use when Susana was here."
     "Shhhh...  we don't have to bring her up," said Jennifer.
     Richard nodded.  "But this way," he said, "I have stored just
about everything that I've had designed, or tried on once, or had
someone her try on once.  Several times I had girlfriends that didn't
work out.  Every time, early on, I jumped to conclusions about the
relationship and had dozens of sexy outfits made up for them."   The
two of them slowly walked forward, and they passed the first of four
doors.  "They are behind this door.  I have them organized by size,
style, and material... just in case."
     "The next one is unused," he said.  "I'll show you all of these
in detail, but if I did it tonight, we would be down here until
sunrise.  This third door holds apparel of mine that is more
masculine in intent.  The door at the end, where we are approaching,
holds my feminine kinky materials.  I had a number of things made up
in anticipation of one of the guys needing to dress up at the last
second.  Sometimes, they managed to get someone at the last second."
     Richard opened the door and turned on the light.  She was
expecting to see kinky outfits strewn everywhere.  Jennifer was
disappointed to see that the walls were lined with unmarked drawers
of varying sizes.  "How is it organized?" she asked.
     "I use the Richard Hane random access system," he said.  "I
remember where eighty percent of things are.  I search frantically
for the other twenty percent, if I care enough about it."
     Richard guided her to a drawer near the entrance.  "I bet this
is it," he said.  He grabbed the rather large drawer by the handle
and slowly pulled it out.
     Jennifer was surprised to see that the drawer came out almost
six feet.  She saw several items on it, that Richard brought out one
at a time.
     The first items looked like high heeled shoes.  I've seen enough
of those around here, Jennifer thought.  Maybe six inch heels, maybe
less, she thought.
     The next thing that he pulled out looked like a cross between a
corset and a hobble skirt.  As he turned it around for her to
examine, she realized that it served both functions.  It would extend
from ankle to the armpits, and laced up the back.  There were several
buckling straps along each side that would probably restrain the arms
quite nicely against the sides of the body.
     The last item was a helmet.  It had open eyeholes, and
noseholes.  At the mouth, there was a removable gag with a breathing
hole.  On the inside of the gag there was a very short but wide
phallus that would keep the mouth quite open.  All three items looked
to be made of shiny black vinyl.
     "Wow," she said.  "You wore that?"
     "Indeed I did," he said.  "I didn't get into it on my own,
though."
     "How could you sit down in that?" she asked.
     "Sit down?" he replied.  "You must be kidding!"
     Jennifer examined the hobble corset dress.  As she looked at it,
she saw that there was a sheath in the front, where a man's penis
could stick out.  The sheath appeared to be held on only with snaps
and could probably be removed...  Suddenly, an idea flashed through
her mind.  If she only had the guts to go through with it...
     "Why don't you bring it upstairs?" she asked.
     "Why?" Richard asked.  "It certainly won't fit you.  Though I'm
sure I could get one..."
     "That's not what I mean," she said.  "I'd like to see what you
looked like that first time," she said.  "It's probably the closest
thing you have to a prom picture," she said.  "Or showing off your
prom dress, as the case may be."
     Richard looked at her for a long second, and she started to feel
uncomfortable with her scheming.  "All right," he said.  "It *has*
been a long time since I've worn this."
     Jennifer carried the shoes and the helmet, while Richard dragged
the corset dress up the stairs.  Richard closed the door behind him,
but did not lock it.
     He led the two of them up to his bedroom.  "What first?" she
asked.
     "Shoes first," he said.  Richard sat on his bed and put the
shoes on his feet.  He walked around for a bit, experimentally.
Jennifer could see in the mirror that their shoes were about the same
height.
     There was a front busk on the dress, and Richard opened it up.
"You will need to help me with this," he said.
     It was a challenge, but he managed to wriggle his way into it.
He ended up standing up, supporting himself against the bedposts with
his arms.  He did some more wriggling while staring at his crotch,
and she assumed that he was getting his penis in the sheath.
     She closed the busks up for him, in front, then began the slow
and laborious process of lacing up the back.  "God, this is a lot of
work!" she said.
     "Now you know how I feel," he said.
     A bit of revenge was flowing through her thoughts.  She spent
close to a half of an hour tightening up everything that she could.
By the time that she was done, he was laboring for breath himself
against his corset.
     Poetic justice, she thought to herself.  As he stood there with
his hands against the post, Jennifer picked up the helmet and slid it
over his head.  She deliberately did not remove the gag.
     Richard let her put it on and lace it up fully in back.  "We're
not done yet," she said.  Jennifer guided one of his arms into the
straps against his corset.  She buckled his arm to the corset near
the shoulder, just above the elbow, and at the wrist.  Then, she did
the same thing to his other arm, leaving him teetering in six inch
heels without being able to move his feet an inch in any direction.
>From ankle to armpit, he could not bend at all.
     Jennifer saw that he was about to fall, and made sure that he
fell onto his bed.  She managed to push him all the way on his bed,
lying on his back.
     Finally! she thought to herself.  Finally *you're* the one tied
up and helpless!
     The taste of anticipation on her lips was sweet, indeed.

Chapter 17

     She heard him trying to talk through his gag.
     Jennifer walked around the bed and looked down at the black
vinyl encased Robert.  He turned his head and looked up at her.  "I
can't hear you very well," she said with a smile on her face.  This
would be fun!  But... I don't really want him to get all pissed off
about this, she thought.
     "Robert," she said.  "You seem to be in a bit of a bind," she
said, smiling at her little joke.  "All those closures and lacings on
your outfit are *so* complicated.  I'm just a dumb woman.  It would
take me forever to figure them out," she said, doing her best blond
bimbo imitation.
     "But, I know you might be getting very upset about this.  I just
want to have a little fun now that you're the one in distress.  I
promise that by morning, I will let you out of it."  She looked down
at him, and could not read the look in his eyes.  "If you *truly*
can't trust me to do this, clench your right fist, and I'll start to
get you out right now.  But if you don't mind going along with your
dirty minded maid, clench your left fist."
     Richard didn't clench either for almost a minute.  "Can't
decide?" she asked.  Finally, he made a fist with his left hand, and
a thrill went through her.
     Jennifer was smiling broadly.  She looked at Richard's bound
form one last time.  He had six plus inch black stiletto heels on his
feet, a very tight black vinyl corset that went from ankles to
armpits, and a black vinyl hood with eye holes, nose holes, and a
gag.  His arms were attached to the sides of the corset by buckling
straps, and could not move from their places.  Out of the middle
front of the corset, a black vinyl penis sheath was erect.  It could
be unsnapped from the corset... something that Jennifer relished the
thought of.  "I have something else for you to think about.  I am
going to get out of this purple vinyl bridesmaid's dress and boots,
and run around the house naked for a while.  That means that I will
be out of uniform, breaking the rules.  Just imagine how you are
going to have to punish me for that!" she said, and gave him a kiss
on his exposed neck.
     Jennifer left his room, walking slowly in the six and a quarter
inch stiletto heeled boots.  She made it back to her room, and
started the laborious process of unlacing herself from her dress and
boots.
     Maybe twenty minutes later, she was free of them.  "Now what?"
she wondered aloud.  "I want to wear something to really turn him
on."  The thought of wearing the black rubber maid's outfit did not
appeal to her, because Jennifer also wanted to surprise him.  "I
could check out his stash downstairs," she said aloud.  Maybe there I
could figure out what would turn him on best.  I'm sure that the
outfits that he designed himself would really turn him on!
     Jennifer walked out of her room, and detoured to Richard's room
before.  "Look!" she said, walking over to him.  "Out of uniform!"
She scampered out, and went to the basement.
     She opened up the door to the ex-girlfriend's outfits, and
turned on the light.  This one was also row after row of drawers.
However, there were labels on these drawers, as well as lists of
contents.
     Jennifer slowly walked around the room and surveyed the labels
for themes.  "Let's see, high heels are everywhere, and corsets are
almost everywhere.  I knew that already."  She continued to look, and
saw some other themes.  "Hmmm... it seems that about half of these
say 'hobble skirt', and most of the ones that don't say that say
'tight skirt' instead.  Richard really likes that, doesn't he," she
said.
     That presented Jennifer with a problem.  She wouldn't mind
wearing one, but that would get in the way with what she wanted to do
with Richard.  "Aha!" she said, as she spotted another label.  '6"
shoes, size 8 1/2.  Corset, black, satin, 19" (autocorset ready).
Hobble skirt, black, rubber.  Full back 2-way zipper.'
     "That's it!" she said, opening up the drawer.  The corset was
smaller than she had worn yet, but she wouldn't have to lace it all
the way up.  She just wanted a skirt that was easy to remove when she
wanted to.
     She pulled out the contents of the drawer.  The shoes had the
familiar locking mechanism that she was used to.  The rubber hobble
skirt fit the description.  It looked that it would fit her very
tightly, but there was a zipper that extended from floor to waist,
with zippers on the top and bottom.
     The corset had her confused.  It would extend from the top of
her butt to the middle of her breasts, with half breast cups and a
high back.  But there were no lacings at all, and no opening in back.
 Instead, in front, there were two metallic strips with metal loops
on the very top and bottom.  Projecting from one of the strips were a
half dozen very short metal rods that ended in hooks.  They looked
like they would enter the other metal strip via a very thin slot in
the metal.  Between the metal strips, there was a very long tongue of
black satin material.
     There was one more thing in the drawer.  This looked to be some
sort of mechanical device, with two electric motors and a pair of
short blunt metal hooks for each motor.  There was an electrical plug
for a wall outlet.
     Something clicked with Jennifer.  "Ah!  The motors will pull the
corset in place, then the little hooks will hold it closed.  This
will be much easier than lacing.  She took her outfit and the device
and ran up to her room.
     First, she put on the shoes and locked them in place.  Her next
project was the corset.  She first had to put the corset around her
body.  Then, she attached the hooks of the corseting device to the
loops on the front of the corset. She made sure that the tongue of
black satin would protect the flesh at the front of her chest from
being caught between the metal strips.  Last, she plugged the device
into the wall.
     There was the whining of electrical motors, but nothing seemed
to happen.  She brought her hands up to the front of the corset, and
found that it was indeed closing slowly.
     Her breath became more and more labored as the motors labored.
She had to grab ahold of one of her bedposts and pant as the two
metal strips neared each other.  "Wasn't I planning to leave the
lacings open?" she whispered aloud as the machine neared the end.
      "Click.  Clickclickclickclick.  Clickclickclickclickclickclick.
 The motors on the device suddenly stopped.  Somehow, Jennifer
managed to disconnect the machine from her corset and put it on the
dresser..
     She had to rest before putting on the skirt.  She wanted to make
a good entrance, so she left the bottom zipper at the floor.
Jennifer unzipped the top zipper, and managed to wriggle inside of it
while sitting on the bed.  She stood up, and zipped it up in front of
her.
     The skirt was tighter than she had guessed.  Her feet could only
take four inch steps in the skintight rubber hobble skirt.  As she
made for the door, she saw her reflection in the mirror.
     Locked on six inch patent spiked heel shoes adorned her feet.
Just above them, an ultra tight shiny black hobble skirt began, and
went all the way up to her nineteen inch corsetted waist.
     This black satin corset was the most extreme that she had ever
worn.  After the machine had done its work, there was no obvious
opening in the corset.  Her ultra narrow waist was countered by a
very full chest.  The breast cups kept the breasts upright and perky,
and the top half of each nipple was visible.
     "This ought to get him hard," she said as she slowly walked out
of his room.

     The heels and skirt were so restrictive, that it must have been
ten minutes before she arrived at Richard's room.  Jennifer was
becoming hot in the crotch with anticipation, and this was without
the aid of any intrusive vaginal devices.
     She slowly opened up his door, and she saw him crane his head
around.  He couldn't see her quite yet.
     "I'm sorry for the wait," she said.  "But I had to get done up
all special for you," she said.
     When he caught full sight of her, she swear that she saw the
sheath on his black vinyl body corset move.  Jennifer smiled at this.
 "Do you like?" she asked.
     There was a mumbled response from her gagged employer.  Ever so
slowly, she walked over to him.  "I thought that you would appreciate
this," she said breathlessly.  The breathless part was more because
of the corset than by design.
     Jennifer sat down on the bed and wriggled over next to him.
Richard was on the center of the bed, so that by the time that
Jennifer was next to him, she was entirely on the bed herself.  She
sat down next to his crotch, and angled her lower body towards his
upper body so that he could get a very clear look at what she was
wearing.  Jennifer raised her ankles up and wriggled her shoes around
for him to see.
     "Are you a little excited by this?" she asked as she put one of
her hands on his vinyl sheathed penis.  It barely moved at all.
"Maybe we'll just have to do something about it.  Slowly, ever so
slowly, she unsnapped the sheath that kept his manhood chained in
place.
     It took her some effort to get the sheath off of his manhood.
When it was off, she saw why.  His erect penis was bigger around than
the width of the sheath.  He must have been mighty uncomfortable!
Jennifer thought.
     Slowly and gently, she used her hands to stroke his penis.  It
was rock hard, and hot under her touch.  I'm not going to make it
easy on you, she thought, remembering Richard's teasing tongue.
     Several minutes of gentle stroking left him hard.  She thought
she felt something twitch inside of his black body corset, so she
stopped and grinned at him.  "Close?" she asked.
     His only reply was a groan.  Jennifer wriggled around and
managed to lie down on her front.  Her corsetted and rubber skirted
rear was right next to his head.  She twitched her butt muscles and
wriggled her legs when she knew that he was looking.
     Jennifer leaned over him and brought her tongue into play.  She
licked around the base of his penis, then ever so gently licked the
underside of his penis while holding the base with one of her hands.
     She felt it twitch in her hands.  Semen suddenly shot out of his
intensely erect penis and hit the mirror some fifteen feet away.
     "Christ!" she said aloud as he continued to spew forth his
fluids.  A good amount of it made a mess on his black vinyl corset
dress.  She heard him moan and try to wriggle within his confining
outfit.  But he had designed it too well and all he could do is
rotate his high heeled feet.  I guess this kinky stuff *really* turns
him on, she thought.  I've never even heard of a guy coming that
easily.  As she tried to breath in the corset, Jennifer realized that
'easily' was a matter of perspective.
     "What a mess you've made!" she said in mock anger.  She took the
corner of a bed sheet and used it to wipe the thick fluid off of his
corset.  "What am I to do with you?" she asked.
     Richard's penis started to become limp.  All that she had to do
was wriggle her butt and bring her hobble skirted legs even closer to
his face.  His penis was instantly hard again.  "Again?" she asked.
"I don't know about this.  I think that you've been a bad boy.  Do
you deserve any more tonight?  Maybe I should just put the sheath on
you and prance around in front of you for awhile.  What do you
think?"
     Richard let out a long, incomprehensible groan.  "Well, if you
put it *that* way," she said.  Let's just see how hot my outfit and
his makes him, she thought.
     She brought her head down on his groin, and brought her lips
down on the underside of his penis, near his base.  She gently
sucked, but didn't move up the length of his penis or use any hard
pressure.
     Jennifer did this for maybe ten minutes, while wriggling her
lower half around in front of him.  She was about to try something
else when she felt a familiar twitching in his penis.
     Another wad of semen was ejected from his penis.  This one only
made it to the edge of the bed.  Again, while moaning in pleasure, he
made a mess of his shiny black corset.
     "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you," she said,
shaking her head.  "No self control at all."
     Jennifer decided to see what kind of limits Richard had.  She
didn't even bother to clean him up.  Instead, she sat back up and
grabbed ahold of his penis.  With full pressure and range of motion,
she used her hand like a piston to stimulate him.
     She had to switch hands, but forty minutes brought three
climaxes.  "Are you sure that you haven't starred in a porn movie?"
she said.  His response was mumbled.  Richard's penis, although
moderately large, did not have the superhuman mass that she had seen
in her two X-rated movie experiences.  And after the third time, it
took her less than a minute of rubbing her rubber clad legs against
his bare arm and stroking his penis to bring it back to full hardness
again.
     "And to think that I've been wasting all of that," she said.
Jennifer leaned back on the bed, and unzipped her skirt.  She
slithered out of it, showing her bare legs and dripping crotch in
stark contrast to her extreme black satin corset and long six inch
spiked heels.  Moving carefully in her corset, she straddled his
slick black vinyl corsetted body and guided his erect penis into her
wet and waiting receptacle.
     "Ooooh," she said as it slid in.  She gently moved her hips back
and forth against the slick vinyl.  She moved his penis back and
forth inside of her, bringing it up against her aching clit.
     It only took her a few minutes to reach her height of pleasure.
When she was there, she collapsed on top of him, with his penis still
inside of her, and struggled to regain her breath against the extreme
tightness of her corset.
     She could feel him trying to thrust, but the corset held his
legs and torso rigid.  All he could do was thrash his shoulders
about, clench his fists, and twitch his high heeled feet about.
     At least I can recover between orgasms, she thought to herself.
Even if I am wearing a corset, I don't have to screw until I pass
out!  She righted herself and looked down at him.  "Is something
wrong?" she asked.
     There was only a short groan from Richard.  Jennifer resumed her
grinding and sliding, and it took her less than ten minutes to reach
orgasm again.
     Again she collapsed on top of him to recover.  He was still rock
hard inside of her.  It took Jennifer longer to recover this time.
     The third time, as she orgasmed, she finally felt him shooting
his sexual fluids inside of her.  She smiled as she collapsed on top
of him yet again.
     "Was that good for you?" she asked as she recovered from this
experience.  Richard moaned a great long moan through his gag.
     "I'll be back," she said as she disengaged from him.  She had to
truly concentrate to walk in the heels with echoes of sexual pleasure
still bouncing around her body.  She went to the bathroom, took a wet
washcloth, and soaked it with warm water.  Jennifer cleaned herself
up, then Richard.
     She was not quite in the mood to continue yet.  So, she returned
to the bed, and wriggled her way back into the rubber hobble skirt.
"You like me to wear this?" she asked him.  A half erect cock that
suddenly reached a full erection was her answer.
     Jennifer teased the tip of his penis with her fingers for the
longest time.  Then, she unzipped the skirt and found her position on
top of him once again.
     He's going to get no sleep tonight, Jennifer vowed.  But for
that matter, neither will I.

Chapter 18

     Hey, I haven't even written this chapter yet, so how are you
supposed to read it?  Yeesh!
     Note: The pace of the chapters will likely slow down after this
-- Real Life intrudes.  Be patient, though.  OK, I know that you're
not good at being patient then.  Just DEAL WITH IT! ;-)

Anakha.
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