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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(49-51)
From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One)
Date: Thu, 28 Mar 1996 02:38:39 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 17 (chapters 49-51)

by Dark One


Chapter 49

     Jennifer woke up to the feeling of sunlight warming her body.
She was lying on her side, and she could feel Richard's warm body at
her back.
     Last evening was something of a blur to her.  Did I pass out?
she wondered.  Jennifer snuggled up closer to him, and he put his arm
around her body.
     He felt naked against her.  I must have told him where the keys
were, she thought.
     As Jennifer stretched and scratched, she discovered that she was
not completely naked.  The shiny black leather boots with the six and
a half inch heels were still on her legs.  The corset, gag, and
legspreader were gone.
     All she could remember was her hot body squirming against
Richard's rubber encased form.  She thought she had passed out... but
then she remembered waking up, and Richard going to it immediately
afterwards.
     Jennifer stopped trying to think about it and just enjoyed being
next to Richard.  One of her eyes cracked open, and she saw a
familiar piece of jewelry on the nightstand.
     It was her engagement ring.  She had not been wearing it much,
as the ordeals that she went through for Richard could easily have
resulted in the ring becoming damaged.  Smiling, she reached out and
worked it onto her finger.  Tomorrow, there will be another ring, to
go with it, she thought.
     She was finally motivated to get up when her stomach started to
grumble.  Jennifer turned around to face Richard.  "Awake yet?" she
asked, then kissed him on the lips.
     A gentle smile came across his face.  "Not yet," he said.  His
eyes opened up.  "Now I am."
     Jennifer shook her head slightly.  "My stomach clock went off,"
she said.  "Want me to make it?"
     "If you would be so kind," he said.
     Jennifer kissed him again, then swung her legs around and off of
the bed.  The heels were taller than the six inch heels that she had
almost grown used to.  However, the boots seemed to reinforce her
feet more than a pair of shoes would.  By the time she was in the
kitchen, she felt that she had the hang of it.
     Richard was still dozing in bed when she returned.  "So," she
asked.  "Are you going to let me organize the fun sometimes?" she
asked.
     "I think so," he replied.  "When I first met you, I thought you
were such an innocent.  I'm glad that I was wrong."
     "I had a good teacher," she replied.
     Richard was slow to eat his food, and seemed to be moving
sluggishly.  "Are you allright?" she asked.
     "I... just didn't sleep too well last night," he said.  "I don't
think I dozed off until two in the morning."
     "When did you put me to bed?" she asked.  "I'm a little fuzzy on
that detail.
     "About eleven, I think," he said.  "You were so out of it, that
I had to go and find the keys myself."
     Jennifer looked up at the ceiling.  "Sorry.  How long did it
take?"
     "About a half of an hour," he said.  "I really had to take a
dump."
     "My apologies," she said again.
     "No.  I should have cleaned everything out first.  I'll remember
for next time."
     "So," she said, putting down her fork.  "what do you have
planned for today?"
     "Very little, actually," he said.  "Or a great deal, depending
on how you look at it.  There are going to be some workers coming in
to get the back yard ready for tomorrow, and there are numerous other
details to attend to," he said.  "We should both be at least somewhat
presentable."
     "What you call presentable is very different from what everyone
else calls presentable," she said with a grin.
     "Point taken."
     "So, what should I be presentable in?" she asked.  "And what is
going to be under it?"
     "Reading my mind, I see," he said.  "I think I have just the
thing in mind..."

     Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror.  "Right on the edge,
but where else would you be?" she asked.
     The thigh high boots of before were still a part of her outfit.
A very tight leather pencil skirt started at her waist, and ended at
her knees.  The black leather corset that she wore under it was
visible above her tiny waist.  The corset ended below her breasts,
leaving a bit of her ribcage exposed.
     The coverage of her breasts was the minimum necessary to appear
in public.  Triangles of supple black leather no more than four
inches on a side covered her nipples.  At the corners of the
triangles, thin shiny metal chains emerged, forming what looked to be
a bikini top with shoulder straps.
     Her arms and shoulders were bare.  Richard had let her bathe and
do her hair before donning the outfit.  Her curly brown hair was now
pulled back by a large hair clip, and cascaded down her back in a way
that resembled a horse's mane.
     Richard was dressed in a dress shirt, slacks, and a tie.  "You
look splendid, darling," he said.
     "Thank you," she replied.
     The doorbell rang, and Richard went to answer it.  "Probably the
carpenters, or perhaps the florists" he said as he left the room.
     After he was gone, she heard the phone ringing.  That must be
Laura, she thought as she wriggled over to the phone in her tight
skirt and picked it up.
     "Hello?"
     "Jennifer?  Is that you?" came an all too familiar voice.
     "Mother?" she said.  Her hand started to tighten around the
phone.
     "What do you think you're doing, going out and getting married
without even talking to me about it!  I haven't even met this man!
What's come over you, girl?"
     Jennifer tried to reply, but her mother continued on.  "You
haven't even talked to me for over a month!  I'm your MOTHER, for
god's sake!"
     "I can never forget that," Jennifer shot in, with an edge of
bitterness.
     "Your fiancee must be some real weirdo!" her mother continued.
"Have you seen the dress he wants me to wear to the wedding?  How
could anyone go out in public like that?"
     "My fiancee is a wonderful man," she said.  Jennifer was
trembling, but her voice did not show it.  "His tastes may be a
little different... but your dress will actually be rather mild,
compared to what is required of the other guests," she said.  "That's
what Richard... that's what *we* have decided.  If you don't like it,
you don't have to show up."
     There was a silence from the other end of the line.  I don't
believe it!  I actually shut my mother up!
     Jennifer's victory was short lived.  "Of course I will show up,"
she said.  "Even with this atrocious dress.  I can make this
sacrafice for my daughter."  Jennifer almost choked on this.  Trying
to make me feel guilty?  Trying to sound like the martyr?
     "Is there anything else?" Jennifer asked, "or did you just call
to tell me that I'm making a terrible mistake and talk me out of
this?  Or would you prefer to just insult me and tell me what a
failure I am?"
     "It's your life," she said sweetly.  "No need to get angry with
me."
     No need to... Jennifer started to shake more violently.  There
are over twenty years of need to get angry with you.  If it's my
life, why have you kept messing with my life and Laura's?  Why don't
you just butt out and stay out?
     This was spoken only in her mind.  "I'll see you tomorrow,"
Jennifer said, and slammed the phone down before hearing the reply.
     Richard walked back into the room.  "What was that?" he asked.
     "That... was my mother."
     Richard ran over to her, and held her as the tears started to
roll out of her eyes.

Chapter 50

     Jennifer was back in the cave.
     Her guide was gone, and she was walking down a long tunnel.
Close, she knew, so close...
     Suddenly, there was light all around.  "You're here," came a
female voice.
     A woman stepped forward, out of the light.  She was dressed in
rubber, as a properly corsetted and heeled french maid.
     "Do I know you?" Jennifer asked.
     "No," he said.  "But Richard does, and always will.  I'm his
mother."
     Jennifer thought furiously.  I had to defeat Susana on my way.
How do I defeat her?
     "You cannot defeat me," she said.  "I am a part of his life so
deeply ingrained that there is nothing you can do to remove me."
     "I..." she paused to think.  "Why should I want to?" she said.
"Because of you, that's the way he is.  Or, you're a large part of
it."
     The woman smiled at this.  "You may pass.  There are no others
that will stand in your way."
     The cave faded away.  Jennifer found herself in a spring meadow.
 Now, she found herself dressed in the outfit that Richard's mother
had been wearing.
     A short path led to a clearing.  There, a small wooden box was
on a treestump.  She took the key that she had won as a mermaid, and
put it into the box.
     The box opened up, and a dazzling array of light emerged from
it.  At first, she saw a huge diamond inside of it, then a ring.
     She reached inside of the box and took ahold of the ring.  It
slid easily onto the ring finger of her left hand.
     Jennifer flung the feather into the air.  The two birds were now
back, circling overhead.  One of them held huge clumps of billowy
clouds in its talons while the other swooped down upon her.
     Moments later, she was walking in the clouds, with the birds
swirling around her.  The sun was beginning to set, and the first of
th evening stars could be seen.  She was dressed in a gown of
voluminous white clouds, and she could see Richard walking towards
her, smiling, down a staircase that led from the sky.

     Saturday.
     Jennifer opened her eyes, and saw a beautiful blue sky outside
the window.  The window had been left open a crack, and the sweet
smell of spring flowers travelled to her nose.
     "Mmmmmm," she said, snuggling closer to Richard.
     She had spent the night in the boots and corset.  The wet spot
had been on Richard's side of the bed, which was why they were both
huddled together on her side.
     Richard nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear.  "I am going to go
to take off soon," he said.
     "Why?" Jennifer said, alarmed.
     "It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the
wedding," he said.  "Vicki and Mary will be here soon to help you get
ready.  It's after nine now, and the wedding is scheduled to start at
four.  I have a feeling that you will be rushed for time as it is."
     Jennifer did not reply as Richard left the bed.  "You should
soak in the tub for awhile," he said.  "By the time that you're done,
they should be here."
     "I'll miss you," she said.
     "It's only going to be for a few hours!" he said.  "And after
we're back together, you'll be Misses Jennifer Hane.  That is, if you
want to change your name.  I guess we could have one of those awful
hyphenated monstrosities, if you want..."
     "No.  Misses Jennifer Hane sounds wonderful," she said.
     Jennifer swung out of bed and walked up to him in her high
heeled leather boots and corset.  "I love you," she said, then kissed
him.
     "I love you too," he replied.  Richard kissed her, then looked
at her leather clad body.  "Oh, do I love you!"
     He tore his eyes away and headed down the hallway.

     Jennifer walked out of the bathroom, wearing her pair of five
inch heeled slippers and one of Richard's bathrobes.  She heard
sounds of voices from the living room.
     "Who's there?" she askes as she walked towards the voices.
     "Just us," came Vicki's voice.  "Richard gave us a key."
     Jennifer saw Vicki and the dressmaker Mary sitting on a couch in
the living room.  There was a movable dress rack that had the various
parts of Jennifer's wedding dress hung up, obscured by protective
plastic bags.
     Vicki was wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings,
six inch black heels, and a black leather halter top.  "This is not
my bridesmaid's outfit," she said as Jennifer examined her.  "I know.
 This look is rather plain."
     Mary and Jennifer smiled at this little joke.  Mary was wearing
a black vinyl bodysuit, with a cutout around her bellybutton.  She
sported slightly shorter heels than Vicki.
     "I think that we had better get started," she said.  "We don't
have a lot of time."

     Jennifer was sitting on a chair in the large main bathroom of
the house, still wearing the bathroom.  Behind her, Vicki was combing
her hair while Mary worked on her nails.
     "How many tangles do you have in this jungle back here?" Vicki
asked.
     "Too many," Jennifer replied.  "I... haven't had a chance to
attend to little things like that lately."
     "Been too busy?" Mary asked.
     "You could say that," she replied.
     "And these nails!" Mary exclaimed.  "They are really going to
need help!"
     "Do whatever you have to," she replied.
     Mary picked up Jennifer's hand and looked at it closely.  "Maybe
we should just cut them all off and wait a few months before trying
this again," she said.  "The wedding can wait, can't it?"
     "Mary!" exclaimed Jennifer.
     The dressmaker smiled, and started to pull out supplied from her
manicure kit.  "A bit of high tech first aid is called for,
especially for your wedding day," she said.  "You have to look your
best."
     She watched Mary work as she felt Vicki starting to pull and
braid her hair.  "We'll have to talk to the florist to finish your
hair," Vicki said.  "No veil for you, honey.  Just a boquet of
flowers woven into your hair."
     "No veil?" Jennifer said.  She did remember that she had never
tried one on during her fittings.
     "I think that Richard want's everyone to be able to see his
bride very clearly," said Mary.
     Jennifer smiled at this, relaxed, and let the two of them do
their work.

     Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror after they had finished
the next stage of their work.
     Mary had expertly glued extensions to her fingernails that were
done so well as to be undetectable.  They were now painted a vibrant,
passionate red and were almost dry.
     Her hair had been arranged into a french braid, with elaborate
crossings and re-crossings.  The florist was not yet there, so more
work needed to be done.
     Jennifer had never been terribly good with makeup, and was
watching with amazement as they worked on her face.  Her eyebrows
were plucked, penciled, and perfectly shaped.  A delicate blue
eyeliner had been used, and a similar color eyeshadow had been
lightly applied.  Her eyelashes were now long and luxurious, and just
a bit darker than before.
     The makeup hid the few tiny blemishes that existed on her face.
Just a touch of red had been applied to her cheeks, giving her that
slightly flushed look.
     The lipstick was the same vibrant shade of red as her
fingernails, and applied perfectly.  Jennifer was almost afraid to
talk, afraid that she would smear it.
     The face that looked back at her from the mirror was truly
stunning.  In it's entirety, in even frightened her a bit.  I didn't
know that I could look like that.

     Jennifer braced herself against the wall as the two women pulled
her white satin corset tight.  "I knew that there was a reason that I
used the motors in the dressing room," said Mary.
     "That doesn't help us now," replied Vicki.
     Her two corset pullers were breathing heavily.  Jennifer's face
was in the airstream of a fan, and she tried to stay relaxed as the
corset grew tighter and tighter around her.
     The corsetting ordeal took almost a half of an hour.  After
that, the other parts were swifter.
     Jennifer was expecting the hobble slip to be next.  But,
instead, Vicki pulled out a white leather chastity belt with two
built in phalluses.  "That wasn't in the fitting sessions," she said.
     "No.  This is a surprise from Richard," she said, applying lube.
 "I dare not say anything more about it, except that he was sure that
it would fit."
     There was no lock on the belt, but considering what she would be
wearing over it,
it hardly mattered.  She was about to put it in herself, but Vicki
stopped her.  "Can't risk the nails," she said.
     Jennifer tried to stay still as Vicki worked the butt plug and
dildo up inside of her.  Jennifer was half expecting the plugs to
vibrate as soon as the buckle was closed, like Laura's would do.  She
was surprised when they stayed quiet.
     "I bet that will make the walk down the aisle *really*
interesting," said Mary.
     The shoes were next.  These were the same seven inch white heels
that she had worn in the fitting room.  They had buckling straps that
made them impossible to kick off.  "It's a bear to walk in these,"
she said, "even with the practice I've had."
     "Belive me, we both know," said Mary.
     Next, Vicki helped her into the white satin hobble skirt that
served as her slip.  "Most brides have to concentrate to walk down
the aisle slowly," commented Vicki.  "I don't think that will be a
problem for you."
     "Doesn't look that way, does it," she said.
     The crinoline underskirts were next.  Instead of slipping them
on over her head, as before, they helped her to slide them up over
her hips.  "Don't want to mess up the hair or makeup," Mary said.
     There were six of them, and they fastened to the bottom edge of
the corset.  She was now surrounded by stiff, fluffy petticoats for
at least six feet in each direction.
     There was the sound of a doorbell ringing.  "That must be the
florist," said Mary.
     "What time is it, anyway?" asked Vicki.
     Mary did not reply immediately.  When she returned, she had
several boxes containing flowers.  "It's almost three," she said.
"First guests will be here in a half of an hour.  Vicki, you'd better
get ready yourself.  I think I can finish Jennifer up on my own.
     Vicki looked at Jennifer.  "You look fabulous!" she exclaimed.
"But I have to get myself ready.  Oh," she said, in the doorway,
"Just a bit of trivia I managed to pick up.  Chastity belts with toys
are mandatory for all the female guests, with the exception of your
mother," she said.  "I don't know what makes *her* so special!"
     "Join the club," Jennifer replied with a hint of bitterness.
     "But Richard has a sense of balance, this time.  All the men
will *also* be wearing belts.  Theirs will all have plugs and tight
sheaths for their precious little penises."
     "You've got one *kinky* man there," said Mary.
     "Don't I know it," she said as Mary pushed through Jennifer's
petticoats and helped her to get into her dress.

      Mary rolled out a mirror to let her see the full effect.  "What
do you think?" she asked.
     Her hair had been french braided and pulled back to her head,
held there by a diamond studded hairclip.  Mary had carefully teased
out a few hairs, to form a delicate halo of gold around her head.
     White flowers were woven into her hair, forming their own halo.
The sweet smell tickled her nose, and she almost sneezed once.
     Miraculously, her makeup had survived to this point, and Mary
had to apply only one minor touch-up.
     The dress itself was a wonder of shiny satin.  It covered her
neck tightly, and had very full puffed shoulders.  The sleeves were
long, and ended with delicate white lacing surrounding each wrist.
     The ladylike neckline was completely at odds with the
heart-shaped cutout in the satin.  The bottom tip extended deep down
between her breasts, and it was large enough to almost expose her
nipples to the world.  This opening was covered by the thinnest of
fimly white veil-like materials, and in Jennifer's mind, it might as
well not be there.
     The outline of the heart cutout was decorated with a dizzying
array of beadwork.  This abruptly ended and the waist of the dress
was detailed only by a barely visible network of pale blue stitching.
     After the tiny waist was reached, the dress flared out in a
spectacular display of white.  Beadwork, embroidery, and lace were
sparsely but very effectively used in gentle curves to actually
accentuate the huge size of the dress.
     In front, the dress ended with a lace edge just an inch above
the floor, even in her seven inch heels.  Behind her, there was a
train that extended a good thirty feet behind her.  Three large bows
of white satin had been worked into the fabric behind her, one just
behind her derrier, and two more further down on the back of the
dress.  "This definitely has Princess Di beat," she declared.
     "I think our first guests are here," said Mary.

 Chapter 51

     "Oh my god, Jennifer!  You look fabulous!"
     She saw her sister Laura walk into the room, taking small steps
in her blue vinyl hobble dress.  She had a matching heart-shaped
cutout in her dress, covered with thin blue fabric, and her figure
was definitely accentuated by a corset.  She seemed to be walking
confidently in her matching blue heels.
     Laura walked up to the edge of Jennifer's skirt.  She heard a
faint buzzing noise, then saw a look of intense concentration come
across Laura's face.
     "Belt is in, I see," she said.
     Laura nodded.  "I practiced," she said.
     Jennifer rememberd that the belt used two C batteries that
lasted an hour or two.  "How many batteries did you go through?" she
asked.
     "A dozen or so, I think," Laura replied.
     Jennifer smiled and giggled a bit.  "Hey!  I had to make sure I
had enough practice," Laura declared.
     "You won't hear me objecting any," she said.  "Vicki told me
that belts like that are mandatory for all the female guests, except
mother," she said.
     "Is mother here yet?" Laura asked suddenly.
     "If she is, I haven't seen her yet," replied Jennifer.
     Laura shook her head and took a shallow breath.  "Does that mean
that you..."
     Jennifer nodded.  "I've got one too.  And the guys have
something like it in too."
     Laura rolled her eyes.  "Sometimes, I just don't believe I'm
doing this," she said.
     Jennifer heard more shoes on the floor.  "I'm ready," said
Vicki.
     Vicki's outfit was very similar to Jennifer's, but was made out
of tight blue rubber.  "Oohhh," she said suddenly, leaning against a
wall, with the faintest of buzzing sounds being audible.  There was
an intense look of concentration, and a waggling of the hips.  "Maybe
I'm not ready."
     "Should have practiced more," Laura said sagely.
     "That's easy for you to say," Vicki shot back.  "I doubh that
you have a husband that would take the belt off you at the slightest
hint of sexual excitement, and insist upon doing it himself!"
     "Ah, no.  I don't have one of those," Laura said quietly.
     Vicki's buzzing stopped, only to be replaced by a buzzing from
Laura.  She hardly flinched at all, only stood still for a few
seconds with the slightest of pelvic twitching visible, then the
buzzing stopped.
     There was again the clicking of heels upon the floor.  The four
women looked up, and saw a woman dressed up as a french maid
approaching.
     "Becky!" exclaimed Vicki.  "You're finally here!"
     The woman was dressed in a very tight black rubber french maid's
ouftit.  She had matching black heels, and fishnet stockings
underneath.  This outfit had only short sleeves, and extended down
far enough to expose most of the top halves of her breasts.  The
waist was very narrow and rigid, indicative of a corset underneath.
As she walked towards them, they heard a distinctive vibrating noise,
but this time from the newcomer.
     Becky too had to stop to deal with the interruption.  However,
she did not seem to have Vicki's trouble with it.  "You were able to
practice when doing your chores," Vicki said.
     "It certainly spiced things up," she replied.  "Although Arnold
was a bit frustrated by it at times."
     There was the sound of music from outside.  "All of the rest of
the guests are here, loitering about in the back yard," said Becky.
"Let's get this on the road!"

     Jennifer maneuvered through the house slowly, taking baby steps
in the hobble slip and ultra-high heels.  Her belt had not buzzed
once.  Is it defective or something? she wondered.
     She was left their to wait as Vicki walked out the doors and was
met by her husband, Henry.  He was wearing a black rubber tuxedo, and
seemed to be walking a bit awkwardly.
     Jennifer could not see any of the guests.  However, she could
see what the carpenters had done.  They had constructed a solid
wooden path from the double back doors, all the way out through the
yard.  Evidently, Richard had remembered that it would be impossible
to walk in these heels on a dirt surface.
     The music continued, and she watched Vicki and her husband
slowly walk down the path.  "Here's your boquet," said Mary.
     "When are you going?" Jennifer asked.
     "I'm just coordinating," she said.  "Laura, you're next."
     Laura took dainty steps forward in her blue vinyl hobble dress.
She had to stop suddenly as the vibrations started within her again.
"I almost hate to do that, sometimes," she said.
     The man who met her at the door was Collin.  He was wearing a
black and white tuxedo made of shiny vinyl.  He was also walking a
bit awkwardly.
     Collin offered his arm to Laura, and she took it.  The two of
them walked through the doors, and down the aisle.
     "Almost," said Mary.  "It's almost time.  Richard will be
waiting for you at the altar.
     Jennifer nodded, and walked forward, taking one tiny step at a
time.  She looked back, and saw that Becky was carefully arranging
her dress behind her.  "I'm here to carry the train," she said.
     There was a sudden change in the music, and it grew louder.
"That's four you," Mary said.
     Jennifer slowly started to work her way forward, carrying her
boquet in both hands.  The hobble slip that she wore slowed her down
to less than a crawl.  She found herself amazed that she could
balance at all in the hobble slip and heels, especially with all of
the bulky dress that she carried.
     Jennifer had to turn a corner in the path.  Then, she had a
clear view of the wedding proceedings.  There was a raised platform
at the end of the path, and she recognized Arnold, dressed very
convincingly as a french maid, standing there, with book in hand.
     Richard was there, at the end of the path, dressed in an
apparently normal tuxedo.  Her sister Laura and Vicki stood on one
side, while Collin and Henry stood on the other.
     Off of the path, sitting down, she recognized the other guests.
Adam was there with the fiancee that she had never met.  John was
there with his wife, who Jennifer also had never met.  The two men
were dressed in leather tuxedoes, while their signifigant others wore
very tight leather hobble dresses.
     Ben was there, as well.  There were three women seated near him.
 Two of them, wearing very tight silver vinyl hobble dresses, must
have been his two live-in girlfriends.  And seated next to him...
     Her mother sat next to Ben.  She was wearing a red rubber hobble
dress that stopped at the knees, instead of extending to the floor.
Her heels were shorter than the rest of the women there, but still at
least five inches tall.
     Jennifer stared at her, and almost lost her balance.  The look
on her mother's face...  could almost be classified as *envious*.
     This brought a smile to her face like nothing else could.  She
gave the attendees her best smile, then took a moment to look behind
her.  There, Becky was holding the end of her bridal train up with
both hands, holding it at the level of her corsetted waist.
     At that moment, the two phalluses within her started to vibrate
gently.

     The startlement almost made her fall.  Jennifer managed to
recover, and slowly work her way down the aisle.
     Kegel exercises, she reminded herself.  Between steps, she tried
her best to clench her muscles around the vibrating phallus in her
crotch while staring straight foward.
     Five times.  Nothing
     Ten times.  Nothing.
     Fifteen times.  Nothing.
     Twenty times.  It started to buzz slightly faster now.
     Something must be wrong with this, she thought as she grew
nearer to the assembled guests.
     Maybe it's not *designed* to turn off that way, a subversive
corner of her mind put in.
     Her breathing grew more rapid against the tight corset.  She
clenched the boquet in her hands with a death grip, as he
concentrated with every step that she took.
     Richard! she wanted to say.  You are a *sick* man!
     Jennifer was more than halfway down the aisle.  It was getting
harder and harder to concentrate upon the task at hand.  Oh god!  How
the heck am I going to make it?
     She had to concentrate like she never had before.  She noticed
nothing else, not the music, not the guests, not Richard, not even
her mother's staring at her.
     One step at a time...
     She was now only six feet away from her spot.  This translated
to a couple dozen steps for her in her hobble slip while trying to
balance in seven inch heels.  She could hear the rustle of her dress
as she slowly inched forward.
     Finally!  She was there!  As a reward for her achievement, the
vibrators within her sped up incrementally.
     Jennifer sighed in relief anyway.  At least I don't have to try
to walk anymore this way!
     "Dearly beloved," came the very masculine voice of Arnold from
the french maid.  "It may be truly frightening to behold, but I am
indeed certified to conduct legal weddings within the state."
     There was a chuckle from the crowd, and at least one gasp, as
the buzzing continued within her.  She saw out of the corner of her
eye that her sister was intently concentrating herself.  Vicki seemed
to be struggling for air against her corset, and was fidgeting madly,
especially with hip wriggles.  Jennifer had to guess that she wasn't
keeping up well with the demands of the vibrators within her.
     "Weddings are solemn occasions, and deserve the proper respect.
But they are also times of great joy, and great pleasure," said
Arnold as the vibrators within her sped up yet again.
     "I know that you are all eagerly waiting to enjoy this blessed
event, and to celebrate their happiness with them.  Therefore, I will
keep this brief."
     "Richard, do you take this woman Jennifer, and I do mean take,
to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and
in health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"
     "I do," he said, reaching out with an arm to take ahold of her
hand.
     Jennifer had to consciouly release her death grip on the boquet
to take his hand.  The buzzing inside of her reached the highest
intensity that she had ever remembered experiencing.  Oh, god!
     Her willpower was failing, and she was starting to wriggle
inside of her dress.  "And you, Jennifer, do you take Richard to be
your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in
health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"
     "I... do," she said, in a voice not much above a whisper.  She
did not trust her voice any more than that because she feared that
she might start to moan.
     Collin stepped forward and brought forth a ring.  "Repeat after
me, Richard.  With this ring, I thee wed."
     "With this ring, I thee wed," Richard said, slipping the ring on
her finger.
     Jennifer barely noticed it as her breath came in short, ragged
bursts.  Oh my god.  Right in front of everyone...
     "You may now kiss the bride," said the reverend Arnold.
     Richard stepped towards her, pushing the voluminous dress back
as he did so.  Jennifer turned, fell forward, grabbed ahold of him.
She kissed him suddenly and deeply and held on for dear life as a
massive orgasm swept through her body.

Anakha.
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