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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
dark1@inwave.com
Chapter 6
Thursday was an agony of pleasure, if such a thing exists. If
she stood still for a few minites, the sensations in her crotch would
subside. But sitting down was uncomfortable now, with the plugs in
her. All that pressure down there quickly made her stand up.
But the chores that Richard had her do did not lend themselves
to standing in place. As she walked, the dildo inside of her and the
rubber fingers wormed around and moved about. On more than one
occasion, she had to stop and lean aganst the wall as she lost
concentration in her heels. And yesteday she had almost been used to
walking in the things!
After lunch, she found herself alone. The genital teasing was
getting to be too much for her. She found a chair of about the right
height and stepped next to it. She relaxed her knees slightly, and
drove her crotch down onto the front and bottom of the chastity belt,
grinding back and forth.
She was so close, so close... then she heard footsteps. With a
groan of frustration, she stepped back and smoothed out the skirt of
her vinyl maid's outfit.
"I thought I heard something here... is there anything wrong?"
Anything wrong!? You son of a ...! "No, not that I know of,"
she said, with her face starting to turn red.
Richard looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged. "I'll
be back shortly, he said."
Groaning in frustration, she returned to washing the dishes.
Supper was finally over, and she rushed back to her room. She
went to the bathroom and put down the toilet seat. Sitting down, she
jammed the metal fork into the bottom of the chastity belt. The two
halves separated, and she immediately brought her hands down to her
groin, massaging the hot, moist tissue there.
It took her less than one minute to climax. She panted against
the tightness of the corset afterwards and slumped on the toilet
seat.
After recovering, she slowly went about the business of her
other bodily functions. "Dammit!" she said aloud. "I'm gonna go
crazy!"
A plan born of desperation sprang to mind. Maybe if I give him
head again, he'll get horny again and unlock this damn thing! One
small corner of her mind reminded her that giving him oral sex was
what had put her in the contraption to begin with. But she was not
thinking clearly at that moment, and ignored this.
With a sigh, she pulled the two haves of the chastity belt back
together underneath her. She felt the plug worming its way inside of
her again, and she started to get hot again.
She stood up, a bit unsteadily, and marched out of her room,
heading for his den.
By the time she arrived, all the motion in her crotch had made
her horny as hell. As she guessed, he was in his den, reading. He
only grunted when she entered, and did not look up.
Jessica did not say a word. She walked over to him. The front
of his desk was open, so that she could see his legs. She knelt down
in front of the desk and crawled under it. She heard him say
something as she unzipped his fly and yanked out his penis.
It was completely soft, but she immediately brought all of it
into her mouth and started to suck. She felt him sliding back on his
wheeled chair, and she crawled forward to keep her face in his groin.
Just as it was starting to get hard, she felt him stand up, kick
his chair back, and grab ahold of her arms. She felt his strong
hands through the thin vinyl fabric of the outfit. Jessica let out a
pathetic moan as she felt herself being pulled off of him. She
sucked hard, trying to stay attached to his penis, to no avail.
She looked into his eyes with desperation in her face.
"Please..." she said.
Richard shook his head. "Tsk, tsk. Young lady, when will you
learn?"
Jessica only moaned in frustration as he turned her around and
marched him through the house, holding her arms behind her back.
What kind of a man turns down a blow job? she wondered.
They arrived at a door that she had never seen unlocked. He
took a keyring out of his pocked and unlocked it.
He guided her inside and turned the light on. Almost
immediately, she knew that this must be his bedroom. Maybe he is
going to unlock me after all, she hoped.
There was a large king sized bed with satin sheets and
pillowcases. It had four huge bedposts, and connected to each of
them was a chain ending in a wrist or leg cuff. There were two huge
dressers, a large wall mirror, and three other doors that she guessed
led to either bathrooms or closets.
On the opposite side of the room from the bed were several
wooden racks with eyebolts, straps, and other points of attachments
for a victim. She did not get much of a chance to study it as he
walked her over to the foot of the bed.
There, she could see that a pair of fur lined wrist cuffs were
suspended from the ceiling by a chain. She only moaned as he took
wrists one at a time and locked them into place above her head.
Her arms were almost completely outstretched above her. She
could relax her shoulders, but not much else. As for moving, she
could walk about two feet in any direciton, and twirl around, but
that was about it.
As she stood there, Richard dug in a dresser drawer and pulled
out a gag. This one was made out of leather with a wide but short
rubber phallus built into it. As he brought it up to her face, she
resigned herself to her fate and let him put it in her.
This one also had a breathing hole, she noticed as he fastened
it in place. Which was good, because her nose was starting to become
congested.
Richard left her there teetering on her locked-on heels and went
to one of his dressers. He brought out what looked to be an
electrical device of some sort. It had several knobs on front, and
two electrical cords protruding.
What the hell is that? she wanted to say, but the gag only let
mumbles come out. Richard walked to the foot of the bed and leaned
over to fish an extension cord out from underneath it.
She could only watch and wonder as he plugged the device into
the extension cord. A couple of lights went on as he plugged it in.
She could also see some sort of glowing numeric LED display. She saw
him play with the knobs until he stopped with a look of satisfaction
on his face. He put the device down and slid it a few feet under the
bed.
Richard then took the other cord and brought it up to her
chastity belt. There must have been some sort of receptacle there
that she had failed to notice, because the phallus inside of her
suddenly started to vibrate intensely.
"Mmmngh!" she said through the gag. She had heard of vibrators,
but never had the courage to get one for herself. As she writhed
there, he returned to his dresser and came back with another set of
restraints.
She barely noticed as he locked the leg cuffs on to her legs.
Only when she tried to kick her leg up did she realize that her legs
were tied together with less than six inches of play between them.
Richard left the room and turned off the lights, shutting the
door behind her. The only light was from the dim glow of the
readouts on the box under the bed.
She soon realized what the purpose of the device was. She
ground her hips around, trying to climax. But right before she made
it, the device turned the vibrations off, leaving her wet and
dripping in her dark prison. She panted through her gag and heaved
against her corset. More than once she lost her balance in the
heels, but that only resulted in pressure on her arms until she
righted herself.
Minutes later, the vibrations started again. This time, she was
able to climax before the device turned the power off again.
For unknown hours, the box toyed with her. There seemed to be
no pattern to the things bursts of power. Sometimes, she could
climax, once, twice, or even three times. Then there was a long
stretch of brief bursts that left her sobbing through her gag and
struggling against the corset for breath.
She twisted around furiously during the next surge of
electricity, and felt the cord wrapping around her. She kept turning
the same way, on tiptoes in the heels, pulling the cord around her
until she felt something budge. The lights on the box went out, and
the vibrations stopped.
She sagged in relief, as the buzzing in her crotch died. Then,
as the silence endured, she became worried. What is Richard going to
do when he finds me like this? she wondered.
Probably think of something even more twisted, spoke up a
cynical little corner of her mind.
She endured in silence, trying to find some way to get
comfortable. Several minutes of squirming demonstrated the
impossibility of that.
Finally, after an eternity of suspended agony, she heard
footsteps from outside. She twiched and twisted in place, and saw
him as he entered the room.
He walked up to her and shook his head again. "Jennifer,
Jennifer. I just don't understand," he said as he untangled the cord
that was wound around her. After a minute or so, he bent down and
inspected the box. It did not look damaged, and he managed to get it
to work again by simply plugging it back into the extension cord.
"I was careless, I see," she said. Jennifer tried to sigh in
relief, but the gag and the corset interfered. "Don't worry. I will
do better next time. I learn from my mistakes." Somehow, this was
not at all comforting to her.
He went over to the dresser and returned with a length of cord.
He took one end of it and tied it to one of the two bedposts at the
foot of the bed. Then, he went behind her and tied it to the narrow
piece of leather that went between her butt cheeks. Continuing, he
took the other end of the cord and tied it to the other bedpost at
the foot of the bed.
Jennifer quickly realized that this would prevend her from
repeating her previous stunt. The cord would run out of slack in
less than two rotations, leaving her very uncomfortably constricted.
All she could do is moan in protest. "You leave me a bit
puzzled, dear Jessica," he said. "You told me that you were horny,"
he said. "If you would have been paitent, I would have showed you
how to use the vibrator yourself.
"But you were impatient, and needed to be punished. I gave you
the pleasure that you desired... I thought. Did I err?"
Did I err? Don't you know what you've been putting me through?!
she thougut furiously.
"Here is my quandary," he said. "Your punishment must continue,
of course, for your misbehavior. But do you want to be plugged back
in, or do you wish to continue your punishment without any
distractions?"
She could only stare at him. What a decision! It was hard for
her to decide which would be worse.
"One grunt means that you wish silence. Two will indicate that
you wish it to be plugged back in."
She moaned once immediately. Then, after a long pause, she
grunted again.
Why did I do that? she wondered as he set up the box again and
plugged her in.
Chapter 7
This time, the first burst from the box was exceedingly brief.
As her vibrating belt silenced itself, she was able to watch Richard
as he went about his business.
He opened another door and turned the light on. She could see
that it was a large bathroom, and witnessed him disrobing down to his
underwear. This is the first time that she had seen him nearly
disrobed in a well lit place. As another short pulse from the belt
hit her, she found herself heating up at the sight of him.
She saw him brush his teeth, then he finally shed his underwear.
His manhood was limp when he emerged from the bathroom.
Richard gave her a long, hard look as the vibrator started up
again. She wriggled and tried to bring the vibrator further into
her. As she looked at him, she saw his penis stiffen and rise up
from its resting place.
He shut the door behind him and went into a darkened room. The
light from the room revealed it to be some sort of walk-in closet,
with clothes on the hangers. But the clothes were rather odd...
He shut the door behind him and she could see a bar of light
peeking through the bottom of the doorway. He emerged just a minute
later, with a few things in his hands. Oh, god! What is he going to
do to me now? She was close, so close...
The vibrations died again and she hissed in frustration through
the breathing hole in her gag. Richard laid two things down on the
bed and went over to dim the lights. One of the things resembled the
chastity belt that she now wore. But I'm already wearing one! How
the hell could I use another? she wondered.
He had put it down near the foot of the bed, so she had a good
view of it. This one had a phallic protrusion on it, but it was a
bit longer and narrower than hers had. And it was on the thin rear
strap, instead of the wider one inside of her right now. Oh god!
Now he's going to put something up my ass! It took her a moment to
notice the front of it...
In front, it looked like there was a sheath for a man's penis to
go into. It also looked like underneath the sheath, there was some
sort of bulge with a wire protruding from it. That wire went back to
the plug in back. She thought that she could see some sort of
recessed plug in, like for an adapter, on the bulge underneath the
penis sheath. He's going to wear *that* to bed?
The vibrator switched on, and coherent thought became difficult.
She saw Richard return to the bed and start to apply some sort of
lubricant to the plug.
He laid down on the bed, and she had a very nice view of him as
he pulled the thing on and slid the plug into place. Then he slowly
worked his penis into the sheath.
When he was done, he buckled the belt together around his waist.
There was no lock on the belt that *he* wore, she noticed. She was
surprised by the next thing that he did. He took out a pair of
leather cuffs, and fastened his own ankles together. How bizarre
*is* this guy, anyway? she thought as she felt the muscles in her
vagina starting to tense up.
He reached up, and she saw him pull a very short chain out from
behind the bed. Jessica saw that it seemed to be attached to the
wall. There was a wire wrapped around it that attached to the inch
cubed metal block that also served as the end of the chain. A second
wire about six feet long emerged from the metal box.
Richard took the second wire and plugged it into the bulge under
his penis sheath. She didn't hear any additional buzzing as she came
closer to her own orgasm. Then, he took out a pair of wrist cuffs
and padlocked them to his own wrists. There was no connection
between them, but there was a short oddly shaped metal key attached
to each cuff via a very short chain.
She saw him push one of the metal keys into the box, and heard a
click. She was so close, so close...
As she saw him push the second key into the box. Now both of
his hands were nearly chained together, and she heard a second
buzzing noise, this time coming from his belt.
As soon as she saw this, the orgasm hit her. She was thankful
when the vibrator kicked off seconds later.
It was impossible for her to sleep in this condition. The
standing in the stiletto heels with arms overhead made it impossible
enough, but the vibrator kicking in and out over the course of the
night made it even more exhausting.
With nothing else to focus on, she watched Richard over the
course of the night. His vibrations also kicked on and off, she
noticed, but it seemed much more regular. There was a long on
period, and an even longer off period. She saw him writhe on the bed
and struggle against his own self-inflicted bondage. Near the end of
each session, she saw him twist and thrust his hips and grunt in
pleasure. Only one time did she see the vibrator kick off without
him apparently finishing the job. God! she thought as her vibrator
kicked off again, leaving her panting. I wish that was me on his
penis!
This cycle must have happened at least a half of a dozen times
during the night, compared to Jennifer's dozens of random pulses.
Finally, she saw a hint of light creep through the closed curtains.
Finally! She thought. But then she wondered about something.
He's tied up too. How is he going to get untied?
Her question answered itself. There was one last period of
vibration in Richard's belt. After a while, and just after he let
out a grunt of pleasure, she heard a sharp electronic clicking noise.
Jennifer saw that the metal keys were now loose from the small metal
box on the end of the chain, and the vibrations had stopped. Slowly,
he yawned and opened his eyes as Jennifer's exhausted body shuddered
with yet another spasm of pleasure.
"Good morning," she heard him say as he smiled at her. He
unbuckled his wrist restraints and slowly bent down to unplug the
power cord to his belt. As he was working on the straps around his
ankles, the continuous vibrations sent Jennifer into another bout of
moaning through her gag.
He got out of the bed, with his belt still on. She was glad
when he bent down under the bed and switched off the box. She saw
his muscular butt moving as he made his way to the bathroom and
closed the door behind him.
Chapter 8
She heard Richard shower and go through his other morning
activities. When he emerged, he was completely naked.
He walked over to her and untied the rope that kept her from
twisting around. Next, he unplugged the cord between her chastity
belt and torturously stimulating electrical device.
After he unlocked the wrist restraints, she collapsed. Only
Richard's strong arm around her corsetted waist kept her from hitting
the floor. I'm so tired... she thought as fatigue, held at bay for
so long, now entered her with a vengeance.
He did not release her feet from the hobble, but instead picked
her up in his arms. I've been swept off my feet, she thought
deleriously as he carried her out of his room. If only I could
appreciate this.
Richard gently laid her down on her bed. She collapsed
immediately and barely budged as he started to remove the remaining
bondage attire from her.
The ankle restraints, the shoes. Then, to her surprise, the
belt. She managed to crack her eyes open and look at him as he did
that. The look on his face was almost... tender.
"Richard...", she said dreamily as he turned her over and
started to unlace her corset. Within a few minutes, he rolled her
back on her front and unhooked the front busks.
Did she dream it, or did he give her a kiss before he left the
room?
Birds flew by underneath her as she traveled on tiptoes above
the clouds.
Jennifer looked down, and saw the world below her. She was not
surprised to see that she wore white shoes on her feet, with the
stiletto heels so impossibly high that she could not see them touch
the ground.
A bird landed on her left shoulder, then the right. Both were
green with red feathers around the eyes. "See, see!" the one on the
right said.
"Listen, listen well," said the one on her left shoulder.
They disappeared, and she looked around. Then, from behind her,
a hand reached around and touched her on the cheek.
She shivered as a pair of lips kissed her on the back of the
neck. "Richard..." she called out, and tried to turn around.
Jennifer moved with impossible slowness. She felt her heels
slipping on the earth far below, and her body began to fall, fall so
far...
She woke up with a start. For the first time several days, she
woke up completely naked. Slowly, she rubbed her hands over her
chest and crotch, not quite believing it. Her shoulders and feet
were still sore from her last ordeal. Her crotch did not seem sore
at all, surprisingly.
She rolled to a sitting position on the side of the bed, and
tried to stand up. The headache that greeted her sent her back to
the bed, and she remained there for several minutes until it
subsided. This almost feels like a hangover, she thought.
Slowly, she managed to get to her feet. Jennifer walked to the
bathroom, and found some ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet. Three
tablets later, she walked back into her room and discovered a note on
the nightstand.
Jennifer,
I won't be back until late tonight. Feel free to make yourself
whatever you want for supper.
There is going to be a small change in your sleeping
arrangements. I would like for you to get up before me and have
breakfast waiting for me in the kitchen. Therefore, you will need to
get all of your preparations done the evening before.
As for your wake-up call... I'm sure that you saw my alarm clock
system in action last night. There is now one for you as well in
your room. The control panel, wires and chains are located in a
panel in your headboard. You will find it if you look.
The wire connects to your chastity belt, and the wrist cuffs are
in the top dresser drawer. All parts need to be connected for it to
properly work. Remember... there will be no wakeup call.
Oversleeping will result in disciplinary actions.
Richard.
What the... Jennifer thought as she read his note. She was
mulling over the full ramifications of the letter as she felt around
her headboard. Sure enough, it was there. She found a small hinged
door there, with recessed hinges and a hard to find latch. Jennifer
opened it, and saw an electronic control panel set several inches
back behind it. There were four dials along the bottom and a
flashing LED display that flashed 030...008...020...030, then paused,
then repeated.
Below that there was a short chain with a wire wrapped around
that on the inner ledge. Jennifer took it out, and saw that it was
identical to the one that Richard had used. The chain ended in a
small metal cube. This cube had the two slots in the sides, just
like Richard's. The wire entered the box on the top, and exited out
the bottom. Six more feet of power cord led to a plug for a power
socket..
She left the panel open and sighed. She went to her dresser
drawer and opened it up. Sure enough, there were two wrist cuffs and
two padlocks there. The wrist cuffs each had four inch long chains
which ended in the familiar metal fork...
And her chastity belt was there, complete with dildo and rubber
warts. She did not know whether to smile or cry when she saw it.
She sat down on the bed and was about to turn on the television
when her stomach grumbled. Jennifer headed for the door... and
remembered Richard's rule about leaving her room out of uniform.
She opened the door a crack and listened intently. Not a sound
came from the rest of the house. "If he's not here..." she said as
she stepped out naked into the hallway.
There was no sign of him as she cautiously made her way to the
kitchen. She threw last night's leftovers into the microwave and sat
down while they heated up. Ding! She pulled the food out and dug
in.
Ten minutes later, she was done. She hunted around, and found a
clock that showed the time to be half past seven.
Hmmm, she thought. Time to do some exploring. Most of the
house as she remembered was very impersonally decorated. The only
rooms that had any personality at all were his den and his bedroom.
Thoughts of his bedroom started to make her warm. But that's
probably locked, she thought to herself. Guessing that, she headed
for his den.
It was unlocked, and she let herself in and sat down at the
desk. Let's see what's in these drawers...
The lower three drawers were unlocked, but the top two were not.
There, she found another few financial sheets with outrageous
numbers on them. Then, in the other one...
Drawings. They looked to be originals, not copies, and were
fairly well done. The first drawing took her a moment to recognize.
It was a nude drawing... of herself.
The second one showed her in her maid's outfit. It was not
exactly lifelike, but more like a fashion plate. She turned it over
on the desk and looked at the third. This one was a picture of her
in the red rubber hobble dress. She looked up momentarily, and saw
that there was writing on the back of the second drawing.
'Can you make this by tomorrow?' was scrawled on top. Below
this, in different handwriting, was the reply. 'This and the next
one... but the other four will take at least a week... probably two.'
Four others? she wondered. The rest of the sheets were blank.
She searched the drawer for more drawings, but none was there to be
found.
Jennifer poked around his den, but did not find anything more of
interest. Out of idle curiosity, she poked around the rest of the
house. Room after impersonal room. On the second floor, in a dark
side hall, she found a doorway that led further up. Jennifer had not
been there before, and she headed up immediately.
It was dark, and she fumbled around with her hands in the
stairwell until she found a light switch. A single lonely lightbulb
cast a dim light around the very expansive attic that she saw.
There were a number of cardboard boxes stacked up in one corner,
and a large chest in the other. Carefully, she moved through the
shadows and started to open the first box.
She noticed that they were all labeled "Dad's stuff". She
grabbed ahold of the first object at the top of the box. It was a
musty, yellowing bondage magazine.
Jennifer scanned through it and saw page after page of tied up
women. High heels and corsets were common in the magazine. She saw
that the copyright was from over twenty years ago.
The rest of the box was the same. Jennifer repacked the box and
started to methodically investigate the others.
There were four more boxes of the same. The sixth box held
clothing instead. High heels, a corset, a bra with built in
falsies... a couple of dresses
She slipped a shoe on briefly, and felt that it was much too
large for her. With a start, she realized that this clothing was
sized for a *man* to wear.
Jennifer repacked the box and continued. One more box of
transvestite trappings. The last three held all sorts of restraints
and discipline devices. The leather felt old and stiff, like it had
not been cared for in years.
She repacked the last box, and went to the trunk. It was
unlocked, and did not look to be terribly old. Inside, she found
more clothing. Thigh high boots with stiletto heels, a corset,
leather gloves... and a whip.
There were pictures in this box as well. She saw a younger
Richard posing with a raven haired beauty. About half of the
pictures were of them in mundane settings. There was a wedding
picture of the two of them. From her dress, she guessed that the
woman had to be wearing a tight corset underneath. But the rest were
of a more intimate sort. Richard and the woman dressed up in leather
at what looked like a kinky party. There were pictures of the woman
bound up, wearing corsets and heels, with sex toys on her genitals...
and wearing a dominatrix outfit, identical to what was in the box.
Richard was also the subject of a candid photographic history.
There were many pictures of him in a dominant leather outfit, but
some pictures of Richard being the one tied up. And in a some, it
looked like Richard was dressed up in woman's clothing, usually in
bondage as well.
She dug deeper, and found letters. Not many, but a few. She
found the one with the latest postmark and started to read.
Dear Richard:
I'm sorry that it had to end this way. You showed me how to
look inside and find what's really inside. Now I know what I really
want.
I will fondly remember the wonderful moments that we had
together, and try to forget the pain that I caused. I hope that
someday you can forgive me.
I've found a slave named Jerry that may prove to be worthy to
serve me. His ordeal will be severe, but there is no other way to be
sure, is there?
With memories, and regrets,
Susana
Jennifer thumbed through the rest of them, and found them to be
similar in content. Deep in thought, she repacked the trunk and
headed back downstairs, turning off the light on the way down.
She wandered to the entryway, and paced back and forth a bit.
But then, through a window, she saw headlights traveling down the
long private driveway.
"Oh, shit!" she said aloud. "He's almost here!"
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapter 6-8
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