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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
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Chapter 27
Jennifer sat down to wait as Vicki left the house. Only a few
minutes passed before she became fidgety.
If I'm going to go all the way to a musical with him, I had
better learn how to maneuver in this, she thought to herself.
Besides, I want to make it to a mirror to see how I look.
It took her three tries to make it to her feet. The first two
times, she lost her balance and plopped back down on the couch.
Each step took her only a few inches forward. She had to
wriggle her ankles in an extremely tight circular motion to walk.
The nearest mirror was in her room, so she made that her destination.
She had never tried to walk in heels this high before, and her
toes and the balls of her feet were starting to ache. By the time
she reached her room, she just wanted to sit down and take the weight
off of her towering stiletto heeled feet.
Jennifer stopped and saw herself in the mirror. The strap
holding the hat in place looked tight. Her narrow waist and
contrasting full bustline was sure to be an attention grabber. The
shiny black satin of the dress covered her from neck to the floor.
The fact that the gloves were shiny black rubber was not obvious at a
first glance, but required a bit of staring to determine. The woman
staring back at her in the mirror did not look like a woman almost
completely helpless in bondage. Instead, she saw a woman dressed up
in formal attire, looking out demurely at the world.
Jennifer looked around the room and saw that the inflated
wedding gown and undergarments were still scattered around her room.
The mermaid outfit that she had taken from downstairs was also still
in her room. Damn! she thought. I would have liked to have cleaned
all of that up before Richard arrived.
The ache in her feet was starting to become unbearable.
Jennifer inched her way to the bed, and plopped down gracelessly when
she was close enough.
Jennifer had no idea what the passage of time was. When the
ache in her feet subsided, she decided that she had better return to
the living room, to greet Richard when he arrived.
Jennifer was only halfway there when she heard an automobile
driving up to the mansion. She tried to hurry, but nearly lost her
balance. A few inches a second was all that she could manage. Even
at that rate, she found that the movements took quite an exertion on
her part. As her breathing increased, she became acutely aware of
the ultratight corset that remained around her waist.
She was only a few feet from the couch when the door opened.
"Jennifer?" Richard called out before he had entered the house.
Jennifer tried to respond, but all that came out was a mumble.
Richard walked inside, and stopped in place when he saw her inching
forward towards him. "Jennifer? Where did you get that dress?" he
asked as he set his suitcase down.
She could only mumble again. Jennifer smiled at him, and
revealed her mouthpiece to him. Richard walked over to her, with a
smile forming on his face.
"I don't think this is quite appropriate uniform, but I think
that I like it," he said. Richard was now only inches away from her.
She could feel herself becoming wet under the dress, even though
there was nothing down there to stimulate her.
He touched her face with his fingers, then ran his hands down
her smooth satiny dress. They hesitated at the narrowest portion of
her waist, and felt the hard, ever so tight corset underneath. "I
see!" he exclaimed when he touched touched her rubber gloved hands.
Without any hesitation he reached down and pulled up her skirt.
What he saw must have met with his approval, because he was smiling
broadly when he let the skirt drop. "What a wonderful woman you
are!" he said, cupping her face with both of his hands and giving her
a long kiss.
Jennifer's heart was pounding after he did this to her. She
tried to say 'thank you', but again the gag reduced that to a mere
mumble. Richard gently guided her to the couch, then picked up his
suitcase and headed towards his room.
He stopped when he saw the tickets on the coffee table and
picked them up. "Two tickets... front row.. seating starts at six.
A limousine will be here at five thirty for us, as well." The smile
was gone from Richard's face, replaced by a stunned look. "How did
you know?" he asked as he looked at her.
Of course, Jennifer could not answer. Richard stared at her for
the longest time. Slowly, the stunned look faded. "You must have
had help getting into that. You must have had help getting it
*peroid*. Did Vicki help you?" he asked.
Jennifer nodded, and looked down briefly. When she looked back
up, Richard was smiling at her again. That look on his face mad her
feel weak and she trembled a bit. Jennifer was glad that she was
sitting down. She was sure that there was more than just a bit of
dampness between her legs now.
"Well, this will be a formal affair tonight," said Richard. "I
need to get dressed. This is an unexpected surprise! I see that
Vicki was doing something other than trying out the sex toys here!"
Richard disappeared from the room. When he returned, some
twenty minutes later, he was dressed in a white tuxedo, complete with
black tie, white top hat, white shoes, white gloves, and a white
walking cane. "Perhaps this is a bit of an anachronism," he said.
"But why not?"
Richard tucked the tickets into his pocket, and then sat down
next to her on the couch. "We have a few minutes to kill before the
limousine arrives," he said. "What can we possibly do to amuse
ourselves?
One white gloved hand slowly worked its way around her, while
the other went to her lap. After feeling the flesh of her legs
underneath, through the satin and rubber, Richard slid the hand
around and into the apparent pocket of the dress.
He put his gloved hand between her rubber encased legs.
Jennifer moaned, and wished that he would move his hand up, towards
her waiting pussy. Richard took his time, slowly sliding it up as
his other arm reached around her and fondled her breast through the
dress.
Finally, his gloved fingers brushed against her wet sex. She
moaned in ecstasy even when he was only teasing the outside. He
played with her down there, gently tugging on her pubic hair and only
slowly worked one of his fingers inside of her.
Jennifer moved her hips around as best she was able to. She
strained to spread her legs apart, to help him get inside of her.
The restraints above her knees and at her ankles held fast, and
allowed her to separate her thighs only an inch.
"You seem to be a bit wet down there," he said. "Did something
turn you on?"
*You* turn me on, you damn tease! thought Jennifer. Her cries
were muffled by her mouthpiece. She took her cuffed hands and pushed
them down onto her skirt, trying to push Richard's hand further
inside of her.
She suceeded for a brief moment, and brought his finger in
contact with her aching clitoris. But just a few seconds later,
Richard pulled his hand from out of her dress.
"I think that our ride is here," he said.
Jennifer moaned in frustration. Oh, god I want you!
He helped Jennifer to her feet. Ever so slowly, she walked
forward towards the door. Richard strode forward and opened the door
for her. "After you?" he said.
His eyes were glued to her as she slowly made her way out of the
driveway. Jennifer gave him a long look as well. She would almost
bet that her juices were running down her rubber covered legs at that
very moment.
As Jennifer made her way through the doorway, the limousine
pulled up. Richard closed the door behind him as the driver of the
limo exited the car and opened up the long rear door.
Richard walked beside her as they made their way to the black
vehicle. When she made it to the car, Jennifer found it impossible
to step up into the car.
Richard solved the problem by reaching down and bodily picking
her up. She was caught completely by surprise by this. The swirl of
skirts revealed to the driver all of the rubber and restraits that
she now wore. The driver's eyebrows rose in surprise, but other than
that, he did not react.
Richard carefully carried her into the vehicle. The back was a
very luxurious semicircular seat, that could comfortably seat six.
He carefully placed her in the plush leather seats, then sat down
beside her. The driver closed the door behind them and slowly
started the limo along its way.
"I apologize for my rudeness," Richard said suddenly. "I
neglected to tell you how stunning you look tonight. That dress does
wonders for you. You look fabulous, Jennifer," he said, and gave her
another kiss on the lips.
Jennifer let out a feeble moan when he was done. She tried to
snuggle up closer to him, but she was already about as close as she
could get. As they rode, Richard's hand once again worked its way
through the slit in her dress and crept towards her soaked pussy.
A half of an hour of torturous teasing was Jennifer's fate. He
always seemed to know when she was close, and backed away. By the
time they were slowing down, Jennifer was panting against the
tightness of the corset and she was moaning with every available
exhalation.
"We're here," said Richard. They slowed to a stop. A minute
later, the door opened, and the driver stood there, waiting.
Richard exited first, but waited for her at the doorway.
Jennifer tried to slither forward, but could make little progress.
He leaned in and held her by the waist and shoulder. Jennifer
precariously made her way forward with her hobbled legs and seven
inch stiletto heeled feet. As she finally emerged from the car, her
skirt was raised enough to reveal the shoes beneath.
Several well dressed couples were lingering around, and now were
staring at her as she emerged. Jennifer felt a wave of heat come
across her face as they looked on. As Richard slowly led her
forward, the couples dispersed with some whispers, and headed towards
the main entrance to the theater.
Richard and Jennifer slowly followed in their footsteps. "Do
you need some assistance?" said a man dressed in uniform as they
neared the front counter.
"Just a little time, that's all," said Richard.
The man came toward them. "I can take your tickets if you
like." Richard showed him the tickets, and he reacted immediately.
"You can just follow me," he said.
Their pace was painfully slow. The sparsely populated theater
was becoming more and more crowded as they made their way down the
hall. By the time they entered the theater proper, almost a third of
the seats were occupied.
Jennifer was sure that they held the attention of more than
their fair share of guests. Richard had almost a proud look on his
face, as Jennifer slowly worked her way forwards in the heels and the
hobbles. All that the crowd could see was a tall woman dressed in
black satin, with a fabulous figure. No one complained that they
were taking so long to make it to their seats.
The usher patiently guided them to their seats. They were at
the very center of the front row, but not near an aisle. They had to
unseat an elderly couple as they made their way past. As the old man
stared at her, and mumbled, Jennifer saw the woman step on his foot.
As he stifled a cry of pain, the couple sat back down. Richard and
Jennifer found their appointed seats, and Richard helped her to sit
down before taking his own seats.
The theater continued to fill up. Within minutes, the entire
front row was filled. Jennifer found that there was a middle aged
woman on her side, with a like aged man one seat further down.
Richard, on the other hand, had a man in his early twenties as his
immediate neighbor. An attractive but older woman was a seat down
from him. All of the guests were dressed up formally, although none
had as stunning of a figure as Jennifer.
Jennifer found herself fidgeting. Richard put his hands on her
lap, but did not make any move for her 'pockets'. Instead, he took
ahold of her purse, and carefully unsnapped it. "What did you bring
with?" he asked.
She had no idea what was in her purse, so she looked down as
well. She saw, to her great surprise, a seven inch long dildo at the
surface, with other sex toys below it.
Jennifer turned beet red while Richard's smile grew so large
that she was wondering if his face was going to split in half. "You
did indeed come prepared for a night of entertainment," he said.
"You did indeed."
Chapter 28
Richard carefully closed her purse, but did not snap it. He
took off his top hat and put it on the floor in front of him, and put
his white gloves inside of it. Afterwards, he put one arm around her
and leaned back in his chair. "What a wonderful show this will be."
"So," said the woman on Jennifer's side. "Have you heard
anything about the show?"
Jennifer was about to reply, when she remembered that she was
effectively gagged. She just shook her head and hoped that the woman
would not try to engage her in more conversation.
"This show was hot years ago," the woman said. "I think Tim
Rice wrote it, if my memory serves me right," rambled the woman.
"Have you seen anything else of his?" she asked.
Jennifer shook her head again. "Sorry to be rude. My name is
Judy. Yours?" she asked.
How do I answer *that* with a headshake? Jennifer thought. She
looked at Richard with imploring eyes.
"I'm Richard, and this is Jennifer," he said. Jennifer sighed
in relief through her nose. "I think that the show is about to
start."
Judy nodded and looked at the stage. Sure enough, the lights
started to darken. When the theater was nearly black, she felt
Richard's hand snake over to her purse and take something out of it.
Her eyes had not yet adjusted, so she was not sure what he had taken.
Jennifer felt his arm snake through the slit in her dress. She
felt something rubbery pressing against her wet vagina. Richard did
not try to push it into her, but simly rubbed it against the outer
lips and ran it through her pubic hair.
A spotlight illuminated the stage and followed an actor as he
walked to the center of the stage. She heard him give an
introduction about the musical, but the motions inside of her dress
were driving her to distraction. There's wall to wall people here!
Jennifer thought. I don't believe I'm here, doing this!
Richard slowly twisted the rubber phallus, and started to work
it between her legs. Even with Jennifer straining to spread her
legs, the restraints kept her thighs almost touching. Richard was
able to make only slow progress towards his goal.
The narrator finished his speech, and the spotlight went out.
Jennifer wriggled and slid down in her chair. She would have
slouched if the extremely tight corset would not have held her torso
rigid. This twist made her pussy somewhat more acessible, and she
could feel the dildo slowly working its way inside of her.
Jennifer found herself breathing very quickly. The sound of her
breath through her nose was louder than she would have liked.
Jennifer prayed that their neighbors would not notice the shenanigans
taking place next to them.
The stage was lit now only with two spotlights. A man and a
woman came on stage, dressed in relatively modern attire. After a
bit of dialog, they started to sing a slow duet.
To Jennifer, the action on the stage was as important as
background music in a grocery store. The seats in the audience were
still in almost complete darkness, and Richard continued to worm the
phallus inside of her. Jennifer's excitement continued to build as
he pushed it further and further inside of her.
As the duet ended, Richard had pushed the dildo as far as it
would go inside of her. She could feel his fingers tickling her
pubic hair, coming close to her clitoris...
The spotlights went out. The arm that had been around Jennifer
now moved as he still toyed around inside of her. She felt him open
up her purse and take out something else.
The whole stage seemed to light up, and the first few rows were
suddenly awash with light. Richard calmly pulled his arm out of her
dress. Jennifer looked around quickly. Judy, the woman next to her,
seemed to be oblivious to it, and her attention was focused on the
stage. However, the man on Richard's side was giving the two of them
a long, hard look.
The props on stage had been changed to resemble a small town in
winter. The stage filled with two dozen performers dressed in their
winter finery. After a few minutes of dialog, the performers started
in on a meandering, multipart song.
Not wanting to attract attention, Jennifer pushed herself back
into her seat. The dildo was still inside of her, and was not in any
hurry to leave. Jennifer twisted her hips and thrusted ever so
slightly, but that could not bring her any closer to a conclusion.
Jennifer moaned softly and looked over to Richard. He was
staring intently at the stage, with a smile on his face. His hands
were folded together on his lap, hiding something that she could only
see the barest bit of. She wanted to ask to leave *now*! She was so
hot... both sexually and physically. She could tell that sweat was
building up in the rubber that she wore under the dress. But with
the concealed gag in her mouth, there was no way for her to voice her
desire.
Finally, the number was done. The performers filed off stage,
and the lights slowly dimmed. Just as darkness came over the
theater, Richard's hand was again under her dress. Something round
and hard slid against her rubber covered flesh. She was thrilled
when she felt it sliding towards her wet and ready pussy.
Richard pushed it inside her, above the dildo. To Jennifer, it
felt like a small hard egg had been pushed inside of her. He had to
work it inside of her, and Jennifer again slid down in her seat to
aide him. The egg was now nestled in between her labia lips, above
the dildo. It was ever so close to her waiting clitoris. She felt
some sort of wire coming out from it, leading out through the slit in
her dress.
The lights slowly returned, this time with three spotlights on
the stage. Jennifer did not even try to keep her attention on the
stage. Instead, she looked down and tried to see what Richard had
done.
A thin black wire now led out from her dress and went to a small
box that was in Richard's hand. He was looking at her with a smile
on his face. As the orchestra started and the three performers
started to sing, he pushed one of the buttons on the control.
The egg inside of her woke up and buzzed inside of her. It was
for less than a second, but it was enough to make Jennifer spasm in
surprise. Her legs shot out, and she tried to grap the handrests of
the chair. The restrains of the pursestrap held, but the motion of
her secretly bound legs was visible. Out of the corner of her eye,
she could see that Judy was looking at her. As the vibrations died,
she looked at the stage, carefully lowered her legs, and worked her
way back into her chair.
Every time that the music hit a particularly loud volume,
Richard would make the egg inside of her vibrate for a few seconds.
There was never enough to get close to an orgasm, but always enough
to keep her aching for more.
Eventually, the song ended, and the lights died once again.
Jennifer wriggled in her seat, trying to move the dildo and the egg
around within her. With her legs restrained together, the vibrations
had felt so intense within her that she was sure that it would take
less than thirty seconds for her to orgasm. Richard had never come
close to allowing her that long of a period of stimulation.
The next number, involving a half dozen actors, was more of the
same for Jennifer. A sudden pause in the song caught Richard
unaware. Before he could switch it off, there was a second of
silence that was filled only with the sound of the vibrating egg
concealed withing Jennifer's outfit.
Judy looked at her sharply as Richard turned it off. She looked
like she was about to say something, then the song suddenly resumed.
The young man seated next to Richard also looked over. Jennifer
could not be sure, but she thought that she saw a smile on his face.
Richard was more cautious for the rest of the song. He sent
only brief second-long pulses of electricity into the egg, sending
Jennifer into another spasm of frustration.
The song ended, and the full lighting returned to the theather.
Intermission! thought Jennifer. People slowly started to get up and
head for the lobby.
Richard concealed the controls by tucking them inside of her
dress. She could feel the control box rolling around loose inside
the shiny black satin.
Judy was very quick to leave her seat. The man on Richard's
side stayed in place as his female companion left her seat and headed
for the door.
I won't make it through two more acts! Jennifer thought to
herself. I'll be moaning and trying to scream by halfway through the
second! With no other way to communicate her desire, she carefully
moved her balance forward and tried to stand up.
Jennifer made it only a few inches out of her seat, but Richard
saw her attempt. "Need to stretch your legs?" he said with a smile
on his face.
Stretch my legs now? she thought, rolling her eyes. Richard
stood up and helped her get to her feet. The man seated next to
Richard had his eyes locked onto her prominent breasts and tiny waist
in the form fitting black satin dress.
As Jennifer took tiny steps forward, she felt a tugging in her
vagina. Oh god! The egg is still in there, and the controls are
swinging free! She tried to clench her legs together, but that did
little good. Just after they passed in front of the man, she felt it
pop loose from her. There was an audible 'thunk' as the device hit
the floor.
Richard seemed oblivious to it, and Jennifer had no way to
communicate her problem to him. She continued on, with her cheeks
turning red. As she made it a few seats down, she looked back and
saw that the man had picked up the wet black plastic egg and control
box. He started to say something, and halfway made it to his feet.
But then , after he took a closer look at it, he sat back down, and
carefully bundled up the sex toy. It looked like his cheeks were
turning red, too, but there was a mischevious smile on his face.
Richard apparently saw that too, but didn't say anyting about
it. Jennifer slowly made her way up the aisle, with the dildo
wriggling around inside of her. By the time that they had almost
entered the lobby, she thougth that she could feel that starting to
slide out as well.
Richard guided her to the ladies's room, but Jennifer shook her
head. It's not like I could do anything in there! she thought to
herself. Instead, she used her nose to point towards the main exit.
"Need a breath of fresh air?" he asked. Jennifer nodded
emphatically. He guided her out towards the door, and she could feel
the dildo sliding out with each step.
Somehow, she managed to clench tight enough to keep it inside of
her while they were in the lobby. Richard held the door open for
her, and allowed her to take tiny hobbled stepps through the doorway
in her seven inch heeled shoes. Her feet were again starting to
bother her. As Richard closed the door behind her, she felt the
dildo drop free and hit the pavement below.
The sun had nearly set, and Richard did not seem to notice the
fallen sex toy. Jennifer headed along the sidewalk, and tried to
talk through her gag.
"I hate to break the mood and take off your stylish hat. Have
you had enough fresh air yet?" he asked. Jennifer shook her head.
"It will take us awhile to get back into the theater. We really have
to leave now to make it to our seats by the start of the second act.
Jennifer shook her head again. "What is it?" he asked. "Don't
you want to see the rest of the show?"
Jennifer shook her head, emphatically, then moaned and wriggled
up next to him. She thrust her hips against him as best she could in
her restraints.
"Ah! You are in a mood for something more... romantic?" he
asked. She nodded and grunted in assention. "If you insist, my
love," he said. "But our ride will not arrive for another hour and a
half. If we don't go back in, we will have to amuse ourselves in
other ways."
Jennifer nodded again. Slowly, a part of her realized what he
had said, what he had called her.
He had said 'my love'. Jennifer nearly lost her balance in her
seven inch heels and hobbled ankles as the implications of that that
sank in.
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 27-28
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