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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
dark1@inwave.com
Chapter 24
Jennifer was sitting down in front of the television, naked
except for the nineteen inch satin corset and the locked on stiletto
heels. She heard Vicki's moans from the other room, and used the
remote control to turn the volume up. There was a bowl of popcorn
next to her on the couch that was half gone.
"Over a hundred cable channels," she said aloud. "I can feel
myself turning into a potato!"
A black vinyl outfit was laid out on the remaining couch space.
Jennifer had gone to the basement, and found an outfit that
interested her. However, this one required assistance to get into
it. Jennifer munched on another handful of lightly salted popcorn
and waited in front of the television.
Three sit-coms later, the moaning from the other room finally
stopped. Jennifer looked over her shoulder, and waited for Vicki to
walk through the doorway. Several minutes passed, and no one entered
the room.
She got to her stiletto heeled feet and headed for Richard's
den. When she arrived there, she saw Vicki panting against the
tightness of the corset. Her eyes were closed, and sweat could be
seen at her feet. The cuffs were unlocked from the chain, but she
was barely moving.
"Vicki?" she asked. "Are you all right?" Jennifer saw that the
control button was not in her hands. Instead, it was on the floor.
Jennifer checked a clock. It was two hours since Vicki had
first started her ordeal. "God! She didn't even have one break!"
Vicki did not respond to this. Jennifer walked over to her and
gently tapped her on the shoulder. "Vicki?"
"Where's the condoms?" she asked without opening her eyes. "I
really think that we need to be on the ninth floor. That's where the
best banjo music is."
"Vicki?!" she asked, now alarmed.
"Did you know that four out of five dentists prefer cucumbers
over carrots as the marital aid of choice?" Vicki said, as she slowly
opened her eyes. "And when I pluck my eyebrows, a live crow will
tapdance for you."
Jennifer bent down and unbuckled Vicki's ankles. She started to
unzip the red rubber hobble dress, but in was locked into place by
the small padlock. The key for it was in her room, and not movable
from there. "Come on, Vicki! Come back to me!"
Vicki tried to focus on her. "Where... what...?" she asked.
"I... oh, god!" she exclaimed. "It just wouldn't stop! I've never
had anything like that before!"
"You dropped the control button," Jennifer said.
"I did that on purpose," she said, still not fully focused.
"Why?" asked Jennifer.
"I figured that I could get done sooner. Didn't want to shoot
the whole evening. Oh," she continued. "I've really gotta pee."
"Can you walk?" Jennifer asked. Vicki tried to get to her feet,
and Jennifer had to grab ahold of her to prevent her from falling.
"Let's go," said Jennifer."
She helped Vicki out of the room. "You know, it's a real bitch
to walk in this dress with these shoes after you've had your mind
melted by sex," she said.
"That's not a revelation to me," replied Jennifer.
Finally, they made it to her bedroom. They had to maneuver
around the still inflated wedding dress to get to the keyring.
First, Jennifer unlocked the wrist restraints for the control box.
Then, Jennifer unlocked the top padlock, and unzipped the dress.
Vicki was now wearing the long red rubber gloves, the red corset, the
locked on red patent stiletto heels, and the double dildo chastity
belt.
Vicki was recovered enough from her ordeal to make it to the
bathroom on her own. Jennifer used the metal fork to unlock the
chastity belt, and after the phalluses were removed, Vicki proceeded
with her business.
"I think I'm done," she said. Vicki got up and tried to walk
out of the bathroom. She found out that she was still connected to
the bathroom cabinet, and could not leave. "What is this?" she
asked. "Where is the key for this thing?"
"Well..." said Jennifer. "After you were all done up and on the
chair, I remembered that Richard has the only key for the belt, at
least that I know of," she said. "And he's on the east coast. The
way it works now, the only way to disconnect yourself from the
bathroom is to reconnect the belt."
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"I thought that I told you how it worked. And, honestly, I
forgot about it when you said that you wanted to try it on."
Vicki looked down at the belt. "Well... if worst came to worst,
I could always have it cut off. I bet that Richard wouldn't be happy
about that."
"Probably not," said Jennifer.
Vicki sat back down on the toilet and started to put the plugs
back in their places. "Hmmmmm... let me think. You are the one that
got me into this. I'd say that you have to be punished."
"Huh?" said Jennifer.
"I don't get to play the dominant much," she said. "What don't
you understand? Doesn't Richard punish you for being bad?"
"Well... I guess so. But I told you how they worked earlier."
"Yea. And you also said that there was one that didn't have a
lock on it. I just assumed that this was the one."
Jennifer decided that it wasn't worth arguing over. "Well,
maybe it was my fault. But what do you want to do about it?"
Vicki finished connecting the belt, and the two phalluses were
now firmly inside of her. The metal fork was kicked out, and she was
free to leave the bathroom. "I'm not sure yet. Why don't we sit in
front of the tube, and I'll think of something."
Vicki took off the rubber gloves before joining Jennifer in the
living room. "What is this?" she asked as she saw the vinyl outfit
on the couch."
"Oh, that's something interesting that I found in the basement,"
she said. "I was going to wait until you were done to put it on. I
think that it takes two people to get it on."
"Let's find out," said Vicki. She picked it up and examined it
as it unfolded.
At first glance, it appeared to be a black vinyl bodysuit.
"This has shoes attached," Vicki said. "Why don't you go to your
room and take yours off?" she said.
Jennifer headed for her room and unlocked the heels from her
feet. She felt very odd walking back, and the muscles at the back of
her legs felt very sore and objected to being stretched out again.
She put it out of her mind and headed back to the living room,
wearing only the ultra tight black satin corset.
She returned, and Vicki wasted no time in getting her into it.
Just as Jennifer sat down on the couch, Vicki was guiding Jennifer's
legs into the outfit.
There were high heels attached, of course. These were higher
than she had ever seen before. When her legs were fully in the shiny
outfit, she noticed something odd. Instead of pushing her toes out,
these shoes held her toes down. It looked like her black vinyl
covered feet were pointed straight down, with what she guessed was
eight to nine inch heels coming down behind each foot.
Jennifer did not try to put her weight on her feet. She shifted
on the couch and allowed Jennifer to pull the outfit up around her
and past her rear. As she did this, Jennifer noticed that the outfit
was crotchless.
Next, Vicki pulled the outfit up her torso. The shiny vinyl
covered her torso completely except for two small holes for her
nipples.
The sleeves were next. Jennifer put her arms into the sleeves,
but she did not see them emerge from the black vinyl. They were
swallowed up, as each sleeve ended in an attached thumbless mitten.
There must have been some sort of reinforcement in the mittens,
because Jennifer found that she could not even wriggle her hands in
the mittens.
Lastly, Vicki zipped the outfit up in back. Once it was zipped
up, her entire body was covered with very tight black vinyl, except
for her nipples, crotch, and head. The outfit even covered her neck.
Jennifer was sure that without this extremely tight corset, the
vinyl body suit would not have been able to fit around her waist.
"Now that's interesting," said Vicki, still wearing the chastity
belt, red corset, and matching locked on red heels. "Even though
you're not tied to anything, and all you're limbs are free, you
really can't do anything!"
Jennifer experimentally reached behind her, and found that her
mittened hands could not budge the zipper to the outfit. "That seems
to be true," she said. Jennifer started to shift her weight to her
feet and stand up, but the intense pressure on her toes convinced her
to abort the attempt.
"Tried to stand?" Vicki asked.
Jennifer nodded. "So, you were going to punish me?" she asked.
"I think this outfit will do for a start," she said.
"I just wanted to try it on," Jennifer said with just a hint of
a whine in her voice.
"Too bad. I just wanted to try this belt on. See where that
got me?"
Jennifer found herself a prisoner on the couch. She guessed
that she could crawl if she had to, but that didn't appeal to her
right now.
The television was still on, and Jennifer tried to settle down
to watch it as Vicki left the room. When she returned, she was
wearing the red leather miniskirt and the red halter top that she was
wearing when she arrived. The red satin corset was visible between
the two pieces. The corset was just a shade or two lighter than the
leather. The locking red stiletto heels were still on her feet.
"I'm going to be gone for awhile," Vicki said, answering
Jennifer's unvoiced question. "Now, don't get into any trouble while
I'm gone," she said.
"How could I?" said Jennifer, shrugging with her black vinyl
encased arms.
Vicki left the house and walked out into the evening air.
Jennifer heard her drive off, and leave her there alone, in the vinyl
body suit with ballet heels and mittens.
"Oh, no!" she said. "Not 'Brady Bunch' reruns!" Jennifer
fumbled for the remote, but all she managed to do was push it between
the cushions of the couch. Unwilling to crawl over to the television
and fumble with the controls, she let out a long sigh and tried to
tune it out.
An hour of teeth gritting was ended when Vicki finally walked
back inside. She carried a large picnic basket and was wearing the
same outfit that she left in. "Have you been good?" she asked.
"I don't deserve *this* kind of punishment!" Jennifer said. "An
hour of 'Brady Bunch' reruns and I can't even use the remote!" she
said. "What kind of monster are you, anyway?!"
Vicki chuckled evilly at this. "You haven't seen anything yet,"
she said. "I've listened to the guys talk about their escapades and
fantasies. That kind of thing can give a girl a few ideas!"
Chapter 25
It was a couple more hours before Vicki broke into her picnic
basket. By the time she did, it was nearly bedtime.
"Come on," she said to Jennifer. "Let's go to bed."
Vicki helped Jennifer to her feet. Jennifer had to put a great
deal of her weight on Vicki to walk in the trecharous ballet stiletto
heels. "I wanted to be a ballerina when I was a girl," Jennifer
said. "I take it back -- all of it -- right now!"
Vicki helped her to the bathroom so she could relieve herself
before bedtime. "How does this thing work?" Vicki asked. "This
sleep timer thing that you told me about? You know that I have to
try that out as well. Especially now that I've got the belt on."
Jennifer was about to tell her how to work it, then suddenly
changed her mind. I'll get you back, she thought deviously. "It has
a kind of code sequence to it," she said. "Like some of the
programmable VCRs. It's not set properly now. Each of the four
knobs changes one of the numbers. Richard said that there are
several codes to work it and make it do different things. There's
only one that he told me. First number needs to be thirty. Second
number ten. Third number should be thirty, and the fourth number
should be forty." There! That ought to have the thing buzzing
for... almost six hours! It will be buzzing almost twice as much as
it will be off! "There's a place on the belt to plug it into."
"Have you ever tried other combinations?" Vicki asked.
"I... was afraid to try," she said.
"Hmmm," she said. She found the wrist cuffs for the bed and
locked them to her wrists. "We'll get to that later," she said.
Vicki helped her out of the bathroom and then had her lie down on the
floor on a blanket that she had laid out for her.
The first thing that she did was to dig inside of her picnic
basked and emerge with a ball gag. Before Jennifer could object, she
had put it into Jennifer's mouth and buckled it into place. "I don't
want you to disturb my sleep," she said.
Like you're going to get any, Jennifer thought. She would have
smiled if the gag would have let her.
Next, Vicki brought out a metal bar with leather straps on the
end. With a few quick adjustments, she pulled it apart. Jennifer
recognized it as a spreader bar. Vicki knelt down and locked her
black vinyl encased ankles into the device Jenifer did not resist.
When it was done, her crotch was open and exposed to the world.
Vicki went to her basket again and returned with another pair of
bars. It took her some time to assemble her next device. When she
was done, she had a large central metal half loop with two metal bars
extending opposite directions. The half loop could be completed with
a leather strap. Each metal bar ended in a loop big enough for a
person's wrist.
Vicki held up Jennifer's head and slid the metal half loop under
her neck. She fastened it relatively loosely around her neck with
the leather strap. Then, she attached each of Jennifer' vinyl
encased wrists to the ends of the metal bars.
When she was done, Jennifer's arms were sticking straight out.
There was no way that she would be able to move them in any direction
at all. If she could manage to sit up, she could twirl one forward
at the cost of forcing the other one to go back.
"Almost done," Vicki said, digging in her picnic basket yet
again. When her hands emerged, they were holding a large dildo with
a power cord emerging from the base. Vicki knelt down on the floor
and plugged the power cord into a nearby wall outlet. The vibrating
dildo immediately came to life.
She slowly pushed it up against Jennifer's exposed pussy.
"Mmmmmgh!" she said through the gag. Jennifer found that she was
almost immediately wet.
Once she was lubricated, Vicki guided the dildo up into her.
Just when it was almost all the way inside of her, she unplugged it
from the wall.
Jennifer twisted her hips in frustration. Vicki went to her
picnic basket yet again. She emerged with a metal rod about two and
a half feet long. She sat down on the floor, and proceeded to attach
one end of the pole to the dildo.
The other end was fastened to the center of the leg spreader.
When she was done, Jennifer was not able to bend her knees. If she
did, it would push the dildo even further inside of her, and that
became uncomfortable almost immediately. The dildo was now also
securely within her. No amount of wriggling would get it out of her
now.
"Only one of us can use your bed," Vicki said. "But, I didn't
want you to miss out on anything." She stood up and took yet another
object out of the basket. It looked like a small rectangular box
with a dial on the front. Vicki plugged it into the wall socket.
Jennifer looked at it, and slowly realized what it was. Vicki
plugged the dildo into the box, but the dildo did not come to life.
"It's a timer for a house," explained Vicki. "Like the ones used to
turn lights on and off when you go on vacation. This one is set to
turn on and off every half of an hour," she said. "I hope you like
it."
Oh, god! thought Jennifer. I'm going to go through something
almost as bad as she's going to!
Or almost as good, depending on your point of view, whispered a
depraved little corner of her mind.
Jennifer moaned through her gag as Vicki prepared for bed. She
took off the red leather halter top and red miniskirt. She was left
in the chastity belt, the corset, and the locking heels. Vicki
dimmed the lights to almost nothing. Then, she flopped on the bed,
out of Jennifer's sight. She heard Vicki dialing the controls, and
then heard the clicking noises as she plugged her cuffs into the
chain.
The dildoes inside the belt roared to life. Within minutes, she
heard Vicki panting and moaning on the bed. One red heeled leg
flopped over the side of the bed, over Jennifer, then disappeared out
of sight.
"Stop!" said Vicki. "Oh god!" she said aloud. "How do you turn
this off?" Vicki asked.
Jennifer could not possibly respond through her gag. At that
moment, the timer on the wall triggered, and the dildo inside of her
came to life.
Chapter 26
Jennifer wasn't sure if she even managed to get to sleep that
night.
Her enforced pose was hard to relax in. Combining that with the
heat of the black vinyl body suit, it took Jennifer almost a half of
an hour to start to drift off to sleep. By that time, of course, the
dildo inside of her would buzz back to life.
She tried to keep herself still through her ordeals. But, a few
times, she couldn't help but thrash about as the pleasure overcame
her. Bending her legs just thrust the dildo deeper inside of her,
and mixed the intense pleasure with a dose of discomfort and a twinge
of pain.
Vicki did not seem to be faring much better. Sometime past
midnight, she started to babble like she had in the red hobble dress.
This only made it harder for Jennifer to get to sleep when the dildo
was quiescent within her.
There was no window in the room, so Jennifer could only guess
about the passage of time. She moaned through her gag, and struggled
to breath against the tightness of the corset. Jennifer was
surprised that she was not passing out in the corset. However, she
came very close at least once.
Click, click. Finally! thought Jennifer. Her dildo had been
quiet for some time. She's been released!
She heard Vicki moan and move about. A few minutes later, she
saw her swing her stiletto heeled feet around and down to the floor.
Vicki had to lean on the bed and the walls to make it to the
bathroom.
There was the sound of urination, then the belt being locked
back in place. Jennifer saw that Vicki's eyes were barely open when
she made her way back to the bed. "Where's the snooze on this
thing?" she asked blearily as she climbed back on the bed.
"Mmmmmfg!" she said through her gag. What about me?! Jennifer
thought. With a sinking sensation, she heard Vicki flop down on the
bed and start to snore soflty.
Oh, god! When is she going to wake up? thought Jennifer. It
was at that moment that the dildo within her returned to life.
The vibrator went through four more cycles before Jennifer heard
sounds of life from the bed. "What a night," Vicki said as she sat
up in the bed.
"Mmmm! Nnngnmmm!" said Jennifer, with the vibrator buzzing
within her.
"In a minute," she said, rubbing her eyes. "I have to wake up
first."
I have yet to get to sleep! thought Jennifer.
Vicki lowered her towering heels to the floor, then slowly knelt
down beside Jennifer. "I should let you finish," she decided, as she
returned to her feet. "I have errands to run. I'll be back in a
while.
No! thought Jennifer as she tried to yell through her gag.
Don't leave me here. I have to pee!
Vicki did not hear her silent plea. She found her red leather
halter top and red leather miniskirt and put them on over the corset
and the chastity belt. "I won't be long," she promised.
By the time Vicki returned, Jennifer had just started to
experience yet another cycle of the dildo. Her bladder was very
full, and it was everything she could do to hold it in.
Mercifully, Vicki knelt down and unplugged the dildo from the
box. She first released the bar that held the dildo in place, then
the leg spreader was removed from her.
The bar between her arms took Vicki a minute or so to unfasten.
As soon as the gag was off, Jennifer spoke up. "I have to go to the
bathroom *now*!" she said.
Vicki helped her to her toes, and guided her to the bathroom.
Almost before she was fully seated, she started doing her business.
"I'm very behind schedule," said Vicki. "So I don't have too
much time. One question: I have an outfit ready for you to wear out
with Richard tonight. It should drive him wild. I also have two
tickets for the latest musical. Do you want to be dressed up for him
when he arrives, or not?"
Jennifer thougth about this. "I'm really tired," she said,
"Thanks to your snooze."
"Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it," said Vicki.
Jennifer did not answer the question. "I don't know when I'll
get my next opportunity. Get me out of this, and then let's do it,"
she said.
"Take a quick shower, and meet me in the living room," said
Vicki. "The boxes that I brought are out there.
Vicki unzipped the outfit from her and helped her slide out.
The inside was covered with sweat. Jennifer jumped in the shower as
Vicki left the room.
Jennifer's ankles were very tight. She found that the only way
that she could comfortably stand now was to walk on her tiptoes.
Trying to put her feet flat resulted in her calf muscles crying out
in pain. I've got to stretch them out sometime, Jennifer thought to
herself. Because she was still wearing the ultratight corset,
Jennifer skipped the shower in favor of a sponge bath and a quick
hair wash. After she dried herself off and did the best she could
with her hair, she slipped on Vicki's pair of red stiletto heeled
shoes and walked out to the living room.
Vicki was there, unpacking a pair of large boxes. "We only have
an hour," she said. "I have to meet them at the airport."
"The tickets are on the coffee table here," she continued.
"Start with these," she said, handing Jennifer a pair of black rubber
stockings.
Jennifer sat down on the couch, took off the shoes, and rolled
them up her legs. They fit tightly, and came up to her crotch.
The next thing that Vicki handed her was a black rubber garter
belt. She slid it up and placed it around her nineteen inch waist.
Then, she fastened the rubber stocking to the belt.
Long black rubber gloves were next. These came all the way to
her armpits.
Vicki came over to her with a pair of shoes. "I had these made
special," she said. Jennifer saw that they were made of black
patent, with at least six buckling straps on each to hold it in
place. The heels were higher than she had seen, with the exception
of the ballet heels. "Seven inches on the dot," said Vicki.
Jennifer felt like her toes were being bent back as far as they
could possibly go. After Vicki strapped the pair of them over her
rubber covered feet, she gingerly rose to her feet.
A few experimental steps showed that walking was barely
possible. Jennifer quickly sat back down again. "What next?" she
asked.
"Open wide," said Vicki. Jennifer slowly opened up her mouth,
and Vicki slid in what seemed to be a large mouthpiece, like a boxer
or football player would use.
Jennifer knew that she could easily spit it out. The next thing
that Vicki took out looked like a stylish sequined hat. However, it
had two thin straps that looked to be more than just functional.
Vicki put the hat on her head, then pulled the two straps down
below her chin. She fastened them together very tightly. The two
halves came together with a click that told Jennifer that there was
some sort of lock that held them together. It felt to Jennifer that
there was some sort of adhesive on the straps as they passed under
her chin. She tried to say something, but found that the straps held
her mouth firmly shut. With the mouthpiece in place, she was
effectively gagged.
A rubber brasseire was the next thing that Vicki added to the
outfit. She dug deeper into the boxes, and returned with what looked
like large leather handcuffs.
The first pair she fastened around Jennifer's ankles. The
second pair was large enough to fit just above Jennifer's knees.
When they were in place, Jennifer could move her ankles a maximum of
four inches apart. Her knees could be separated by no more than two
inches.
"Now the dress," said Vicki. Jennifer leaned on her as she
managed to stand up. Vicki helped Jennifer to put the dress on over
her head. It was made of black satin, and there was a layer of
crinoline underneath to give some body to the skirt. The dress
covered her neck and adhered to her arms all the way down to her
wrists. Vicki zipped it up, and the dressed was sized to fit her
nineteen inch waist almost exactly. The skirt was long enough that
when she was standing, the heels would not be visible. The only bit
of kink that would be visible would be her rubber encased hands.
Jennifer noticed that there seemed to be pockets in the dress. She
put her hands in them, but found out that they were simply openings
in the dress.
The last thing that Vicki did was to bring out a matching black
satin purse. "Hold this with both hands," she said. Jennifer did
so, and as she did, Vicki took one of the handles of the purse and
wrapped it around both of her wrists. Jennifer was surprised to find
out that once the strap was firmly buckled in place, it served quite
effectively as a pair of inobvious handcuffs. The black material of
the purse strap was barely visible against the shiny black of the
outfit.
"You look splendid!" said Vicki. "Now, I have to get to the
airport, and convince Richard to unlock me from this damn chastity
belt!
====================
HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 24-26
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