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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
dark1@inwave.com
Chapter 21
Jennifer the mermaid again found herself underwater, with the
seahorse hovering over her shoulder. "You must go now," it said to
her.
"Go where?" she asked. "Why?"
The little seahorse swam away, and Jennifer followed it. "To
the realm of darnkess," it said. "There is nothing left to do here."
She saw a huge cave in front of her. "In there," the seahorse
said, stopping. Jennifer swam forward, into it, and all was black...
The floor was smooth and stone. It felt cold against her feet.
Jennifer looked down, and saw that she was naked.
The cave she was in was immense. Although it was lit only by a
few torches set into the walls, she could see clearly all around.
Jennifer felt something brush up against her foot. She looked
down and saw an almost blind mole nudging against her ankle. "We
have to hurry," it said. "She is near."
"She?" Jennifer said as she followed the scurrying rodent.
"Mistress of the dark," it said. "Guardian of the way."
They entered a long tunnel through the stone. "Where are we
going?" she asked.
"You must dress," it said. "You must prepare for battle."
The dream broke up as she felt a buzzing in her crotch. The
buzzing turned to pleasure as she slowly emerged from the land of
dreams.
"Oh, my!" she said, twisting her crotch around. Her hands were
held together above her head.
Jennifer had set the timer accurately this time. Just seconds
after the vibrating chastity belt brought her to orgasm, the
vibrations died and the cuffs were free of the chain.
Jennifer smiled and slowly stretched on the bed as the sexual
pleasure slowly faded. At least it makes you look forward to waking
up, she thought as she unplugged the wire from the belt.
She was wearing a black satin corset that laced in back and the
chastity belt with the single phallus in front. This was how Richard
had dressed her for bed after she had pleasured him while she was
dressed up in the mermaid outfit.
"Tuesday," she said aloud. It was hard to keep track of the
day here. It seemed so irrelevant...
Jennifer went to the bathroom and unlocked her belt to take care
of her morning bodily functions. When she was done, she heard a
knock at the bedroom door.
"Come in," she said. Richard entered as she was exiting the
bathroom. "So, what do you want for me to wear today?" she asked.
"Your black vinyl maid's outfit should suffice," he said.
Jennifer put on the fishnet stockings and attached them to the
garters on her corset. A brief search did not reveal the five and a
half inch black heels that went with the outfit. All she could find
was the six an a quarter inch ones of the other maid's outfit.
"That will do," Richard said, helping her lock them into place.
He brought out the long sleeved, high necked vinyl maid's outfit and
zipped it up on her. He finished by locking the zipper in place at
the back of her neck.
"I do appreciate your dirty mind," he said. "But... our little
competition only delayed the fact that you are due to be punished...
for several things, actually."
"Punished?" she said, with eyes wide. "What do you mean,
punished?" Jennifer said, with complete innocence in her voice as she
batted her eyelashes at him.
Richard took a small box out of his pocket. "If you would raise
your skirts?" he asked. Jennifer was glad to, and revealed her
chastity belt covered crotch to him.
Richard locked the box to the top of the chastity belt with a
click. Then he did something... and the phallus inside of her belt
started to vibrate.
"What...?" she asked. The vibrations were not as strong as they
were when she was hooked up at bedtime. But they were very
noticable.
"Now get to work," he said. "I think that you have become too
accustomed to working in the belt. Let's see if you can deal with
this distraction. There is quite a bit to do, as you have not been
keeping up with the chores the last couple of days.
"Oh, you bastard," she whispered to him. He apparently heard
it, and smiled.
Jennifer had to pause several times during breakfast and lean
against the counter. She took fast shallow breaths in her corset as
the vibrator inside of her brought her close... and close again...
with Richard watching the whole time.
She finished breakfast and sat down across from him. She ate
slowly, and did not even finish her food.
The chores seemed to take an eternity. Every step was filled
with distractions from the buzzing in her crotch. By eleven the
insides of her thighs were damp from her flowing juices all the way
to her knees.
"I have to go to the bathroom," she said finally. She had to
concentrate hard to walk in her heels in her excited state. Jennifer
sat down on the toilet in her room and jammed the key into her belt.
As soon as she could release the belt, her fingers wormed their way
inside of her and found her aching pleasure button.
Jennifer closed her eyes as she brought herself to a climax.
"Oh, god!" she said, with her high heeled feet in the air. When she
opened her eyes once again, she saw Richard at the doorway of the
bathroom, staring at her.
"Oops," she said, with her head downturned.
Richard didn't say anything, but he did add to her outfit. He
locked a leather collar onto her neck, and chained both of her hands
to it. Jennifer could now only reach down to her bellybutton. She
could not unfasten her belt even if she was in her bathroom.
He changed something on the box at her chastity belt, too. Now,
instead of keeping the vibrators at a low hum, it now occasionally
surged with power for a few seconds before returning to its usual low
speed.
Lunch was an ordeal. It took her longer than usual to make it,
and halfway through lunch, a sudden series of surges from the belt
left her sliding to the floor with her hips moving wildly. She was
so close... Richard just watched her lie there, writhing, and saw
her return to her feet, red-faced.
Richard showed no mercy through the rest of the day. He stayed
with her for most of the time, finding things to do in the room or
just openly watching her. "Where do you think of things like this?"
she asked, panting as she sat down to take a break.
"I'm just gifted," he said. "It comes to me out of the blue."
Jennifer just moaned and moved her hips around. She was close,
so close...
After supper was done, Richard called her over to him. "Let's
see what we can do with this," he said, reaching under her flared
skirt to reach the control box.
He adjusted someting, and suddenly the vibrator within her
surged to life. Jennifer found a nearby couch to collapse on. "Oh,
god!" she said, as just moments later she felt the muscles of her
vagina clenching around the phallus inside of her.
He left her there and walked out of the room. Jennifer now
twisted around, and reached down trying to get it to stop. But it
continued its relentless buzzing within her, bringing her to yet
another climax.
Jennifer was now near a frenzy. Her chest was heaving against
the corset, and she thrashed about on the couch, sending her six inch
stiletto heeled feet into the air. Her hands were useless to do
anything except clutch and twist about.
A third one caught her by surprise. Jennifer saw that Richard
was looking at her from the edge of the room. She tried to get up
off of the couch and walk to him, but only suceeded in moving to the
floor. As the fourth one swept through her, she felt her grasp on
consciousness fleeing once again.
He must really enjoy seeing me pass out, she though as the room
darkened around her.
Chapter 22
When she regained consciousness, she was in her room. She took
stock of herself and found that she was wearing everything except the
collar and the chastity belt.
"That's funny," she said. Jennifer looked around, and saw a
note on her nightstand.
Jennifer
By the time that you read this, I will be on my way to the east
coast. I was originally planning to leave early tomorrow morning,
but things have come up that require me to leave tonight.
In your top left drawer, you will find a slightly different belt
to wear to bed tonight. This one does not lock on. I am allowing
you to use this one because, until thursday afternoon (I should
arrive between three and four) you are 'off duty'. However, when I
arrive on thursday, I expect you to be properly attired and 'on
duty'.
Until Thursday
Richard
"He's gone already," she said. "That means that I have the
house to myself!"
Jennifer unlocked and took off all of her clothes. She went to
his bedroom, and found that he had locked it.
The basement was still unlocked, she found. "Let's see what
else he has squirreled away down here," she said. He really seemed
to like the corset and hobble skirt that she had found last time.
Jennifer went to the same room again. She turned on the light,
and was much more careful in her inspections of the drawer labels.
"Nurse, rubber, white, medium" she read aloud. "Shoes 6", size
9" Jennifer opened the drawer, and found a nurse's uniform made out
of white rubber. Matching stiletto heels were also there.
"Miniskirt and top. Rubber, red," she read aloud. Indeed, when
she opened the drawer, this is what she found.
She went through a dozen more before she found one that caught
her eye. "Mermaid tail, blue, medium. Res waist, long term." she
read aloud. Jennifer opened up the drawer and took it out. It
looked to be similar to the one that she had worn the night before.
But this one had laced up in back, and might have a built in corset
of some type.
Another dozen went by before one caught her eye. "Complete
wedding outfit, rubber et al. 20" corset. Size 9 shoes, 6 1/2"
heels." She was caught with visions of herself walking down the
aisle with Richard at her side. Jennifer opened up the drawer, and
found four large boxes tied shut with cord. Jennifer took the four
boxes, piled them high, and put the mermaid's outfit on top. She
shut the drawer, and took her finds upstairs to her room.
She put the mermaid's tail aside, more interested in the
contents of the boxes. "The wedding picture of Susana showed her in
a normal gown," she said aloud. "I wonder what this was for?"
The first box revealed a pair of six an a half inch spiked white
stilettoes. They had the locking straps that Jennifer was used to.
Impulsively, she grabbed a pair of locks and put them on.
In the same box, she found a pair of white rubber panties and a
white rubber bra. She felt a very thick, very rough phallus in the
front of the rubber panties. The rubber bra also had roughened
projections where her nipples should go.
Jennifer slipped the bra and the panties on. The panties fit
like her chastity belt, and stimulated her whenever she moved. But
these seemed to do a better job of stimulating her than an unpowered
chastity belt. And the bra... that added to it.
Jennifer stopped a moment and rubbed herself in the crotch,
pushing the phallus around inside of her. She could imagine making
love to Richard, imagine their wedding night...
She brought herself out of her fantasies long enough to open the
next box. It contained what looked to be a white rubber hobble
dress, similar to the red one she had worn before. There were also
long white rubber gloves inside, and Jennifer guessed that they were
to be worn under the dress.
Jennifer next worked the gloves on her hands. They were tricky
to put on alone, but she managed. She stepped into the hobble dress,
and zipped it up in back. She found that she only had three or four
inch steps while wearing this dress.
The next box was the biggest. It contained a large white rubber
wedding dress. However, it did not have a zipper or normal closure.
As she examined it, she saw that it had a built in corset, that had
the automatic locking mechanism in front. Jennifer managed to
wriggle into it, and she wore the hobble dress underneath it as an
undergarment.
It had baggy shoulders, long sleeves, and a very high neckline.
The skirt of it was huge, extending out seven feet in each direction.
The train would go back fifteen feet easily. It was very baggy, and
she wondered if there was a crinoline to go under it. The front of
the dress was still open with the small metal hooks visible out of
one side of the closure.
Jennifer opened up the last small box. It took her a moment to
recognize what it was. "It's an air pump," she said aloud. It
weighed only a few pounds, and would need to be plugged into a wall
outlet. Now, why would there be an air pump with this? she wondered.
Jennifer felt the rubber of the dress, and found an answer. In
back, underneath a fold in the fabric, she fould what seemed to be a
bicycle tire valve. "You inflate it?" she wondered.
Sure enough, the air pump latched onto the valve. Jennifer
worked her way over to her dresser, and plugged it into a wall
socket. The pump sputtered to life, and she could feel the dress
very slowly filling up with air.
As it filled, she felt the front of the built in corset of the
dress. The autocorsetting device was there. Also on the dresser,
Richard had left the slotted metal bar that he used to release the
other corset. Jennifer debated, and hooked the device up to the
front of the wedding dress
The corset was closed before the air pump was done. Jennifer
found herself gasping a bit against the tightness of the corset.
Then, it clicked shut, and she unfastened the corsetting device from
the dress and put it on the counter.
She found it strange to watch the dress grow around her. It was
as full around as the fullest southern belle dress ever made.
Jennifer looked back, and saw that the train, too, was inflating a
bit.
"How weird," she said. But, in light of everything that she had
seen Richard do, this was not at all surprising to Jennifer.
Jennifer looked in the mirror. To her surprise, she saw that
the shoulders of the dress were also inflating. Additionally, there
was some sort of airway leading up to her breasts, because it looked
like they, too, were inflating.
The dress grew very full and rigid with the air within it.
Jennifer managed to reach behind her and unplug the pump from the
dress. She tugged on the cord, and unplugged the pump from the wall.
Jennifer took tiny steps in her heels, hobble underdress, and
rubber inflated bridal gown. The woman in the mirror had extremely
long pointed inflated breasts, and a very tiny corsetted waist. The
entire dress wiggled slightly as she stepped forward. This motion
moved the plug inside of her around, and caused her juices to start
flowing.
Jennifer soon realized that she could not fit her inflated dress
through the doorway. She also discovered that the dress around her
was so well inflated that it was impossible for her to fall. She was
only able to raise her feet up a few inches before the dress
supported her weight.
She discovered that in this position, her wriggling could cause
very interesting sensations in her crotch and nipples. Jennifer
spent more than fifteen minutes whipping herself into a frenzy this
way. The inflated dress prevented her from reaching down and helping
out with her hands. But, with quite an effort, she managed to reach
a standing orgasm.
"That was... interesting," she said, panting against the
tightness of the dress. She was glad that she did not have to try to
balance in her six and a half inch heels while she did this. As she
stayed still and tried to recover, she decided that she had had
enough of playing the bride.
Jennifer slowly backed up in her outfit. She reached over and
managed to barely grab the corsetting device with one white gloved
hand. She reached for the metal bar with her other rubber coated
hand. But, as she lifted it off of the dresser, it slipped out of
her hand, and landed on the floor.
"Damn!" she said aloud. Bending over in the dress was
completely impossible. She tried anyway, and her arms could only
reach about halfway down the expanse of her dress. She reached
behind her, and tried to release some of the air from her dress. But
there must have been some sort of check-valve, because her exertions
did not release one ounce of air.
Jennifer grew franic in the dress, and found that the exertions
were again stimulating her groin and breasts. Before she thought
about it, she was again wriggling around in the dress, trying to get
the phallus inside of her to bring her to the height of pleasure.
But, although it was easy to start with the phallus inside of her, it
was very difficult to bring herself to orgasm. Within ten minutes,
she was close. Within another ten, she was *so* close.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as the pleasure overtook her. She
went completely limp during it, and found that the dress only let her
slump over some. Jennifer was still standing through the entirety of
it.
After the orgasm had receeded, she tried to think about her
situation calmly. "Richard will be back thursday, and Vicki will be
over tomorrow. But when?" she asked aloud. And will she be able to
get in without me to let her in? There was no one to answer the
question for her.
"It's going to be a *long* night," she said with a sigh.
Chapter 23
"Now *that* is an interesting oufit!" said Vicki
Jennifer brought her head up, and saw Vicki standing in her
doorway. It was wednesday morning, and Jennifer had been zoning out
in her inflated wedding dress.
Vicki wore a red leather halter top, and a very tight red
leather miniskirt. On her feet, Jennifer saw red stiletto heels that
were at least six inches high.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I was dozing. I didn't get much sleep
last night."
"Did you *sleep* in that thing?" she asked.
Jennifer nodded. "I just wanted to try it on. It has a trick
closure in front. When I tried to get out of it... I dropped the
tool I needed on the floor."
"I've never seen that outfit before," she said, walking over to
pick up the metal bar. "Do you want some help with this?" she asked.
"Please," said Jennifer. Between the two of them, they were
able to figure out how to open up the corset. It took about fifteen
minutes for them to work the corset open.
Jennifer freed her torso from the dress. Then, she pushed
herself up out of the dress and slowly wormed her way out.
Vicki saw her in her white rubber hobble dress, white rubber
gloves, and stiletto heeled shoes. "There's a second layer? Is
there a third?" she asked.
"Actually, there is," she said, then her face turned red before
she could mention what it was. "How did you get in?" she asked,
changing the subject.
"Richard gave me a key, via Henry," she said. "I mentioned that
I would stop in and check on you today."
"Oh," she said.
"I'll wait out in the living room, so you can get changed," she
said.
Vicki walked away in her red stiletto heeled shoes. Jennifer
took off the white rubber hobble dress and gloves. She took off the
grope panties and bra, and was naked in her bedroom. Jennifer
wondered what to wear. She really didn't want to walk around naked.
Jennifer examined the outfits that were in her closet. There
was a satin maid's outfit, and a rubber maid's outfit. Both of those
required a corset underneath to wear, and that would require
assistance.
The red rubber hobble dress was much the same. She doubted that
she could zip it up without a corset underneath. The rubber body
suit would be impossible for her to get into herself, even if it did
not keep her arms at her sides. And the purple vinyl bridesmaid
dress also required assistance to properly lace the corset up in
back.
There was *one* outfit she could get into herself. Jennifer
took out her pair of black six inch stiletto heels. She took a
padlock, and locked them in place.
Next, she pulled the nineteen inch black satin corset out of the
drawer. Jennifer attached the corsetting device to the front of it,
and plugged it into the wall.
She was gasping by the time that it clicked shut. When it was
done, she unfastened it from the corset, and pulled out the zippered
black rubber hobble skirt from a drawer. She put it on, and left it
unzipped from knees to floor.
Dressed this way, Jennifer walked out to the living room
"What an outfit!" Vicki said. "How did you get into the corset
on without help?"
"This one fastens like the wedding dress," she said. "But now,
I can reach the tool if it falls to the floor."
Vicki nodded as Jennifer hobbled over to the couch that she was
sitting on and sat down next to her. "So," Jennifer continued, "You
have some ideas for me? To turn Richard on?"
Vicki smiled at this. "I bet that you are doing a wonderful job
right now. I did take the liberty of ordering some extra things for
you from Fantasy Supreme. I'm sure that he'd love these kinds of
surprises. Unfortunately, they won't be done until tomorrow
morning."
"Too bad," said Jennifer. "Out of curiosity, are all of the
other guys into the same stuff as Richard? It seems like you said
that your husband has some different tastes."
Vicki thought about the question. "Richard takes the fetish
thing the furthest. I think that all six of the guys get into it at
least to some degree. My husband has built up quite a collection for
me. But Henry doesn't really like anything that would get in the way
of him if he would get horny. As you might guess, he doesn't really
like me to wear hobble skirts for long."
"But..." said Jennifer. "Didn't you wear one for your
'wedding'?"
"That came off in a hurry, if you remember," she said. "And I
had some input into that ceremony as well."
"Like what?" Jennifer asked.
"The chastity belt was my idea," she said. "I had it on the
full day before. You wouldn't *believe* how antsy he gets when he
can't have me... even if it's for a short period of time. He's like
a little kid... all you have to do is tell him no, and he wants it
*so* much!"
"What about the other guys?" Jennifer asked.
"Hmmmm... Let's see. I've told you about my husband Henry, and
of course you know about Richard. John, the one that came in drag to
the wedding. He's married to a pretty woman named Lisa. He really
likes his wife to wear things like heels, tight girdles or corsets,
garter belts, stockings and the like. From talking to her, he likes
to tie her up when she's dressed like this. John is probably a
closet transvestite, but I don't think he could say that aloud.
"Adam really likes his leather. He is engaged, but not married.
He's the furthest into S&M."
"S&M?" Jennifer asked.
"Sadism and Masochism. He has quite a collection of paddles and
whips. Right now, he is a dominant, although I remember when he used
to switch around and take the submissive role now and again."
Jennifer thought about that. "I... don't think that I would
like that," she said.
"My husband and I have played a little in that area" said Vicki.
"Sometimes I'm *such* a bad girl that he bends me over his knee and
gives me a good spanking."
Jennifer's mind wandered back to the magazine that was in her
bathroom, then came back to reality. "I guess that if Richard
spanked me, it wouldn't be that bad."
"I bet that you'd enjoy every minute of it," she said. "But I
don't think that he would do that to you... or at least not very
often.
"Ben is just your basic kinky dirty old man, and a vouyer to
boot. His body can't quite keep up with his mind anymore. He
divorced his first wife because she wouldn't let him touch her. Now,
he has two live in bisexual girls. I've talked to both of them. He
likes to keep them tied up, either naked or dressed in kinky attire.
When he isn't able to join in, he's happy to just watch the two of
them go at it. Myself, I would be too jealous to share Henry with
anyone."
Jennifer nodded in agreement. "I wouldn't like to share
Richard," she said.
Vicki smiled at that. "Last, there's Collin. I think that he's
only a year older than Richard. He's also Ben's nephew. Rumor has
it that Collin had his start down the kinky road when he found his
uncle's porn collection. At least, that's when he found out that he
wasn't alone in his kinkiness.
"Collin isn't engaged or married. He has at least three girls
that he dates on and off. I think that he's too afraid to commit to
any one of them. That juggling has landed him in trouble, when he
couldn't convince any of the three of them to dress up for him! Oh,
maybe I should explain..."
"Richard explained the parties and the friday nights," Jennifer
said.
Vicki nodded. "All right. Collin *really* doesn't like to
dress up in drag when he can't get someone to show off on his friday
nights. Fortunately, this last year he's been fairly lucky with
getting one of them to dress up."
Jennifer's stomach rumbled. "I seem to have skipped breakfast.
Care to join me?" she asked.
"I already ate," she said. "I'll just nibble on some toast if
you want to make yourself something."
Jennifer stood up and wriggled over to the kitchen. Vicki
followed her and made herself some toast as Jennifer poured herself a
bowl of cereal.
"So," Jennifer said between bites. "What do you want to do
today?"
"Oh, I don't have any big plans," she said. "Maybe watch the
soaps today, chat with you and find out dirty secrets about Richard,
that sort of thing," she said with a smile.
"Well, only if you tell me what you know," she said.
As they finished up their breakfast, they returned to the living
room and turned on the television. Slowly Vicki pried out details
about Richard's treatment of her.
Jennifer told her about the first maid's outfit, and the locking
clothes that followed. Then the chastity belt topic came up, with
and without phalluses.
"Hmmmm," said Vicki. "Dildoes in the chastity belt. Seems
almost to go against the purpose of it... but I like the idea
somehow. I've never tried it."
"They vibrated, too," Jennifer said, and continued to talk about
her numerous experiences with it and the outfits she had worn with
it.
Their conversation died down when the soap operas came on.
"It's been months since I've seen Days," said Jennifer.
"Let me fill you in," said Vicki.
It was early afternoon, and Jennifer found that she had told her
almost everything about Richard and his sexual habits. "It seems
like I've been doing all the talking," she said. "What about you?"
"I have a confession to make," she said. "I'm fascinated with
this vibrating chastity belt thing," she said. "You know that I'm
going to *have* to try it."
Jennifer though about this. "I think that the box setup with
the switch is still in his den. If you want to try that..." she
said.
"That sounds interesting," said Vicki. "I'd like to try it with
the whole getup that you were wearing... assuming that it would fit.
We dont' seem to be too different in sizes."
They quickly compared measurements, and found that they were
rather similar. "Let's head up to my bedroom," she said.
The two stiletto heeled women went to Jennifer's room. The
inflated rubber wedding dress was still prominen in the center of the
room. "We have to do something about that," said Jennifer. "There
has to be a way to let the air out. I don't want to wreck it -- I
bet that Richard would get upset."
"Maybe you could leave it out," Vicki said, stepping around it.
"I bet he'd be tickled pink to find out that you got into it on your
own.
Jennifer thought about this, and nodded. There was still room
for the two of them to look in her mostly empty closet.
"When you said whole getup," said Jennifer, "did you mean the
red hobble dress or the black rubber maid's outfit?" she asked.
Vicki thought for a moment. "How about the red dress," she
said.
Jennifer nodded, and gathered the parts together. Locking red
heels, long red rubber gloves, red corset, and dress. The double
dildo chastity belt was in her dresser drawer. "Richard must have
put it there," she mumbled. The last items were the wrist restraints
that would fit into the timing device.
Vicki had already disrobed. First, the red satin corset. It
took her over ten minutes to lace her into it. "That's really
tight!" Vicki said when she was done.
"There's still over an inch left," said Jennifer. "But I can't
get it any tighter."
Next, Vicki sat down on the bed and Jennifer locked the six inch
stiletto heels onto her feet. "Locks for the shoes are interesting,"
said Vicki. "That idea might turn Henry on."
The rubber gloves took some struggling with, but they managed to
put them on Vicki. Next, was the chastity belt. Jennifer found that
Richard had left some lubricant on her dresser drawer. She liberally
greased up the rear phallus before locking it around Vicki's
corsetted waist and pulling the center strap through.
Vicki helped with the belt. It took a couple of minutes for her
to pull the plugs inside of her. When both phalluses were tightly
within her, she connected the crotch piece to the lock at the front
of the belt.
Vicki was about to get into the dress, but Jennifer stopped her.
"Let's get that on later," she said. "You'll see."
Jennifer led them out, and Vicki had no trouble keeping up.
Vicki carried the red hobble dress and the wrist cups as they made
their way to his den
Vicki followed as quickly as she could. "These dildoes
definitely keep the mind in the gutter," she said. "Right now, I
could go for ripping off Henry's clothes and throwing him to the bed!
That is, if he were around."
Finally, they arrived in Richard's den. Sure enough, two chairs
were set up with timer boxes and automatic restraints.
Jennifer ran the wire up from the box through the dress to the
receptacle in the chastity belt. Then, she helped Vicki get into the
dress. When she was done, Vicki was having problems standing in the
dress and heels.
She helped Vicki sit down in the chair. Jennifer carefully bent
over and fastened Vicki's ankles to the chair. Then, she had Vicki
put her hands behind her, and Jennifer put the metal forks into the
box.
Nothing happened, and the forks did not stay in place. "Is
something wrong?" asked Vicki.
"I think I need to set the timer," she said. Sure enough, the
timer said '0:00:00' Without understainding what she was doing, she
pushed the buttons on the device. Suddenly, the readout had
'2:00:00' on it.
"Close enough," she mumbled, putting the box back on the floor
with the face away from Vicki. She returned to Vicki and plugged the
forks into the control box. Immediately, she heard the surge of
power and the hum of the vibrators.
"Woooooo!" said Vicki. "Oh, god!"
Jennifer managed to reach the control button and place it in
Vicki's hands. "I'm not sure where the armbinder is," she said, "So
you'll just have to hold on to this. Remember, pushing the button
stops the vibrations, but adds time."
"Oh my god!" she said. "How long did you set it for?"
"An hour or so," she lied, feeling mischevious.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Vicki. Her breathing
was fast and it appeared that she was laboring against the corset.
She wriggled in the tight rubber hobble dress that hugged her body.
"I managed it," Jennifer replied. "I'm going to let you stew
there for awhile," she said. "I'm going to head downstairs and see
if I can find any other interesting outfits to wear."
Jennifer was halfway down the stairs to the basement when she
rememberd that Richard had the only key to the chastity belt that
Vicki now wore. The keys in her room would not work. Jennifer's
release from the belt was hundreds of miles away.
Jennifer thought about turning around and telling Vicki, but
decided against it. "Nothing I can do about it now," she said aloud.
"She might as well have some fun first!"
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 21-23
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