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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
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Chapter 32
Richard looked at her, boring into her with his eyes. "Do
you... do you know what you're asking?" he asked.
"I want to marry you," she reiterated. This time there was no
hesitation. The act of saying it aloud had crystallized the idea in
her mind.
"I've been married once before," he said. "It didn't work out.
What makes you think that this will?"
"Don't you want to marry me?!" she asked sharply.
"That's not what I said," he said, with his voice rising as
well. "Jennifer, darling, I want you to be *sure* of what you're
getting into. I've had a marriage go sour, because we were not
honest with what we wanted."
"I know that I want to be with you," she said. "I'm sure of
that."
"Are you?" he asked. "In my way, I'm a very demanding man," he
said. "I have money, and I have desires. I life my life the way I
choose to, and I'm not very likely to change much of that."
"I wouldn't ask you to change," she said.
"Think about that carefully," he warned. "I have a long list of
expectations that I have for a woman -- for *you*," he said. "Let me
tell you what your life will be like.
"You will exist for my pleasure, in the way you will look, and
the life you will lead. You will be able to count on one hand the
number of hours in a week that you will not be corsetted, wearing
heels, and restrained in some way. I will stimulate you as often and
in any way that I choose, and I will spend my free time thinking of
new ways to keep you guessing. If you displease me, expect to be
punished as I see fit.
"Freedoms that you take for granted will be taken from you.
What you wear, how you look, when you go out shopping, how you spend
your free time... that will be mine to decide."
"Richard..." Jennifer asked, interrupting his soliloquy.
"How... how does that differ from how you have been treating me?"
Richard paused to think about that for a moment. "You have a
point. actually, it's not that different. But... it may be an even
more extreme version of what you are experiencing now."
Jennifer looked down at herself and saw the nineteen inch corset
and seven inch spiked heels that she wore with her rubber ensemble.
She had a hard time picturing how it could become more extreme.
"I've stayed here, doing what you wanted me to do, being the woman
that you wanted me to be. I've stayed. I'm not going to say that I
enthusiastically love every second of it, or every detail. But...
you've shown me things, done things to me... that I've never even
imagined existed before. I... I like being here. I *love* being
with you. I want it to continue, but I want us to be even closer?
Can you understand that?" she asked.
"I understand, but... I'm not sure if I truly *believe*," he
said.
"Believe?" asked Jennifer. "You don't believe me?"
"I believe that every word you have said is sincere, and true
from you heart," he said. "But... perhaps its 'burned once, twice
shy.'"
"What will make you believe?" Jennifer asked. There was a
sinking feeling in her stomach. I love you! What more could I
possibly do to convince you?
Richard looked down after seeing the look on her face. "I'm
sorry for doubting you," he said. With a sudden motion, he left the
bed and jumped to his feet. Richard went to his dresser, and knelt
down to rummage through a bottom drawer.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Her heart was pounding in her
chest. Am I going to lose you? she wondered.
He stood up and turned around. In his hand was a small box.
"These things really should be done properly," he said. Richard
walked over to her, and knelt down on one knee. "Jennifer, my love,"
he said, opening up the box and withdrawing a diamond ring. "Will
you marry me?"
Jennnifer had to remember to breathe. It took her several tries
before any sound could come out of her mouth. "Of course I will
marry you!" she said, breathlessly against the tightness of the
corset.
She offered her hand, and Richard slowly pushed the white metal
ring onto her black rubber covered finger. He had to twist it a
couple of times to get it on, but when he was done, it was firmly in
place on her finger. She brought the ring close and examined it in
wonder. The ring was made of a shiny metal, just as heavy as gold,
but brighter than white gold or silver. A single large diamond
sparkled, flawless to her senses. "Oh, Richard!" she said, throwing
her arms wide.
Richard lept to his feet and embraced her. He pulled her to her
feet and twirled her around the room.
In the seven inch heels, she found that she was taller than him
by a couple of inches. Richard had to pull her down to kiss her.
They made love that morning on his bed. Every time that she saw
the ring that was on her finger, another shiver would go through her
as Richard sent her to the heights of pleasure.
Jennifer lost track of the time that they spent together. She
felt like she was walking with the clouds as Richard touched her
tenderly and then savagely. The tightness of the corset didn't seem
to bother her a bit. Instead, she simply enjoyed the experiences
that the corset gave her when she was near orgasm and her body
struggled for breath. She didn't fight against it, just experienced
it.
It must have been past noon by the time that they were done.
Jennifer was lying on her side, with her eyes closed, while Richard
snuggled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist.
She might have dozed off, and her dreams were filled with the
music. Sounds of wedding bells mixed with sweet melodies passed
through her mind.
A growling stomach finally roused her from her slumber. Richard
was still behind her, barely shifted from his previous spot.
Jennifer twisted around to face her fiance, and put her black rubbery
arms around his body.
"I love you," she breathed to him. "My wonderfully perverted
husband to be."
Richard smiled and stroked her hair with his hand. "I love and
adore you, dear Jennifer," he said. "Forgive me for breaking the
mood, but a few details need to be discussed."
"Like what?" she asked.
"A wedding date," he said. "And our lives between now and
then."
"What is today? I've completely lost track of the date."
"May twenty fourth," he said. "A friday."
"How about tomorrow?" she asked.
Richard smiled broadly at that. "Oh, no! Some sort of
preparations have to be made for the event. It will be a grand
affair, I guarantee! You don't even have a dress yet!"
"What about the one I found in the basement?" she asked,
playfully.
"An intriguing idea, but no. A dress must be made uniquely for
you. I insist."
Jennifer accepted this. "Is there any reason to wait?" she
asked.
"I would think it would take at least two weeks to prepare," he
said. "Other than that, no," he said.
"How about two weeks after tomorrow," she said. "I think that
would be June eighth."
"June eighth it is then!" he said.
"Is there anything else?" she asked.
"Yes, there is," he said. "I... feel that I should... show you
what it will be like to be married to me," he said.
"You haven't already?" she asked.
"I'm not sure of that yet. But I will be," he said. "For the
next two weeks, you will experience what it truly will be like to be
married to me," he said. "I have to be sure. If, by the wedding
day, you do not wish to go through with it, I will understand."
"Oh, I love you so much!" she said. "What possibly makes you
think that I wouldn't go through with it?"
Chapter 33
That question was echoing through her mind the next day as
Richard brought in her Saturday outfit.
He had let her disrobe completely Friday night, engagement ring
included, and they spent the night together in his bed. Jennifer
woke up alone in his bed, with fond recollections of the night in
front of her eyes. Just a few minutes later, a nude Richard returned
with a box in his hands.
First, he brought out a corset. This one was made of a dark
purple satin. It extended from the bottom of her breasts to her
hips. This one had the same hidden latched closures as the black one
she had been wearing, but this time in back. She saw that Richard
had brought the motorized corset tightener as well.
"What size is that?" she asked him. Jennifer slid off the bed
and stood up. She found herself on her tiptoes, as her feet refused
to flatten on the floor without a pain shooting through the backs of
her legs. Jennifer stood on her tiptoes and leaned against one of
the large posts of the bed.
"Eighteen inches, I think," he said as he put the corset around
her. The corset had cutouts around each breast, and did not in any
way cover either of them. Richard attached the device to the back of
the corset, then plugged it in and let the motor and gears slowly
pull the corset closed.
Richard did not wait for the device to finish its work before
continuing. Next, he pulled out a pair of purple satin high heeled
shoes. These looked to be equal in height to the seven inch ones
that she had worn yesterday. Jennifer did not relish trying to
balance in the heels again today. However, it was just as
uncomfortable now to try to balance *without* any heels on!
Jennifer sat down as Richard locked the shoes onto her feet.
The corset continued to close, and she now had to take quick shallow
breaths as the corset pulled her waist in.
Richard now waited for the motor to pull the corset shut. The
wait must have been over five minutes. By the time she heard the
latches of the corset click shut, she was actively panting for
breath, even though her exertions were minimal. "God, this is
tight!" she exclaimed aloud as Richard removed the motorized device
from the corset.
Richard did not reply to this. He simply brought out his next
device. This was a matching purple satin armbinder. Jennifer
balanced in her ever so high heels as Richard went behind her and
guided both of her arms into the single sleeve. This laced up in
back and had several straps that would attach around her chest,
holding the binder in place. Richard first buckled the straps in
place, then started to lace the armbinder together.
He did not stop until she could feel her elbows touching. The
muscles in her shoulders were protesting the abuse, and every inch of
her arms and hands felt to be under pressure in the satin restraining
device.
The last thing that he brought out was a helmet. Again, this
was made out of purple satin. There were zippers for the eyes and
mouth, and two small holes for the nose. In back, there was lacing
that would allow the hood to be tightly fastened around the head.
Richard slipped the hood over her head, and laced it up in back.
The zippers were open, so Jennifer was able to look around as
Richard laced the helmet up.
The shoes, the corset, and the armbinder were all causing unique
cramps and aches to go through her body. "Is that it?" she asked,
sounding short of breath.
"For now," said Richard. Deliberately, he closed the zipper
over her mouth, then the ones that allowed her to see.
Jennifer was now completely in the dark, and her short rapid
breaths hissed loudly through her nose. She tried to ask him another
question, but the helmet held her mouth shut and reduced it to a
mumble.
She felt him fastening something that felt like a collar around
her neck. She felt a tug on it, and stepped forward in the direction
of the force.
Within three steps, she had stumbled in her seven inch heels.
With the armbinder in place, there was no way that she could use her
arms to stop her fall. But before she could fall, she felt Richard
catch her body and hold her up until she could regain her footing.
Slowly, Richard led her through the house. She thought that
were in his den, but could not be sure.
"Kneel down," Richard directed. Carefully, she lowered herself
to the floor. "Now back up," he said.
Jennifer did so, and had to bend over forward as she felt
something hard on top of her. I bet that's his desk above me, she
thought to herself.
She heard him pull a chair forward, then felt his legs agains
her shoulders. He spread his legs wider, bringing her helmeted head
near his crotch. "This is not punishment, Jennifer," he said by way
of explanation. "Consider this to be... training.
"Your sexual skills, although good for one with no formal
training, need to be honed to a new height," he said. "Your goal
will be to pleasure me at least ten times before the day is up," he
said.
Ten times? Jennifer thought. *Ten* times?
"As motivation, you will not be allowed to have any pleasure of
your own until you have suceeded at least five times," he said.
"Also, if you do not suceed, you will be sentenced to solitary
confinement for the night," he said.
She felt him unzip the zipper that restrained her mouth. Her
crotch was wet, and what she really wanted to do was to pull him down
and have him right there. But with the armbinder, there was no way
for her to do that, or even touch her own crotch. She felt the tip
of Richard's erect penis brush up against her lips. Slowly, she
opened up her mouth and leaned forward, taking his rod inside of her
mouth.
It was mostly erect when she brought it in, and became fully
erect when she started to run her mouth up and down the length of it.
This is one time that I'm glad he's *not* hung like a horse!
Jennifer thought.
She had no way to keep track of time. Jennifer used the tricks
that she had learned from her previous experiences, employing her
tongue, teeth, and even the back of her throat. Although hard within
her mouth, she heard him calmly talking on the phone, quoting stock
prices and apparently conducting business of some sort.
He was in mid-sentence when she finally felt his manhood start
to twitch. Richard did not cry out in any way when his semen started
to shoot into her mouth. All the reaction that she noticed was a
tensing in the legs and a short pause in the conversation.
Jennifer sucked it down, having no other way of dealing with it.
When she was done, she pulled back and tried to get more
comfortable.
Her jaw and lips were sore already. The position under the desk
was crampt, made more so by the corset and armbinder. And even
though she was not walking in the shoes, her toes were protesting the
sharp angle that they were being bent by the shoes.
How am I going to do it *ten* times? wondered Jennifer.
She managed a second one, but the effort left her absolutely
drained and sore. "I have to stop," she said, panting and moving her
jaw back and forth.
"If you wish," he said, pulling his chair back. He helped her
to get out from the desk and stand up. "Do you need to sit down?"
"Please," said Jennifer, and he led her over to a chair in the
den. She had to sit on the front edge to make room for her bound
arms behind her.
"I brought something to drink and to snack on, if you would
like."
Jennifer remembered that the day had started out without
breakfast. Skipped meals seemed to be the norm, as of late. "That
would be very nice," she said.
Richard put a straw to her mouth, and let her drink down a cool,
tangy citrus drink. He fed her bitewise something that tasted like
sechwan chicken. "That's enough," said Jennifer.
"Ready to continue?" asked Richard.
"Not yet," she said. Her mouth was still protesting the
previous exertions. She heard him leave her side and sit back down,
presumably at his desk.
"I have a rather clear idea of what the wedding should be like,"
said Richard. "I know that the wedding details are usually the
responsibility of the bride and her family, but our situation is
unique."
She thought about that for a second. "I'll agree with that."
"But... I'm not going to decide every detail. Who should be
your maid of honor?" he asked. "And any bridesmaids?"
Jennifer thought about that. "I think that Vicki should be
there," she said. "A bridesmaid. But... a long time ago, I promised
my younger sister Laura that she could be the maid of honor at my
wedding. Is that allright?" she asked.
"Well, how do you think your sister would take it?" Richard
asked.
Jennifer thougth back to Vicki's renewal of vows that she had
seen and experienced. How would she take that?
"I really don't know," she said. "I think that, if I'm going to
have her here, we should fill her in on some of the... details before
she shows up. I have a feeling that this is going to be alot like
Vicki's walk down the aisle," she said.
"There will be similarities," agreed Richard.
"Anyone else?" he asked.
"Not my mother!" Jenifer said sharply. "I don't want that bitch
anywhere near me!"
"What about your father?" asked Richard.
This brought Jennifer up short. "I... don't know where he is.
He left my mother when I was in third grade."
Richard was quiet for a long minute. "At least that simplifies
it a bit," he said. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"Oh, you had no way to know," she said, as old memories spun
their way back through her mind. "I don't blame him for leaving. I
just wish that I could have gone with him."
She heard Richard walk up to her and cup her face with his
hands. "Are you going to be all right?" he asked.
"I will be," she said. "I did my crying about it a long time
ago." She knew that her statement was only a half truth.
He stayed there for another long silent moment. Jennifer felt
his lips on her own, and he stroked her shoulders gently. "I have my
own guest list," he said. "It includes all five of the other owners
of Fantasy Supreme, and their signifigant others. I would like Becky
and Henry to be there as well. I'm not meaning to completely take
over the guest list..."
"Oh, that's all right," she said. "I understand. Actually, I
think I'm ready to continue my 'training'. Is there anything you
want to tell me? About how to do it better?" she asked.
Richard helped her to return to her seven inch heeled feet.
"Not yet. I'll give you some hints tomorrow if it comes to that," he
said. He guided her back under the desk and sat down in front of
her. His penis was mostly limp, now. She had to bring it back to
life with her lips before she could bring it inside of her mouth.
Chapter 34
Jennifer felt Richard finally squirt his semen into her aching
mouth. She swallowed it down, and almost immediately pulled back.
"That makes five!" she said triumphantly.
Richard was letting out a small moan at the time. A few
seconds later, she heard him push his chair back. A tug on her
collar directed her to inch forward and stand up.
Yet again, she needed support to stand in the seven inch heels.
Somehow, she had been able to ignore the pain in her feet from the
shoes and the ache in her shoulder and arms from the armbinder. The
hood was still over her head, leaving her in darkness. She was
finally somewhat accustomed to the eighteen inch corset, and she did
not feel like every breath was a struggle.
"I have good news and bad news for you," came the voice of
Richard.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"The good news is that you reached five, and I promised you some
pleasure of your own at that time." Memories of Richard's hard penis
and tender kisses came to mind. "But the bad news is that it's
bedtime. You've only made it halfway to your goal."
"Bedtime?! But..." I dont' want to sleep alone tonight, she
finished mentally.
"But what?" he asked.
"But that means I won't be with you tonight!" she said
forlornly.
"Well, if you feel that way..." he said. "I might be able to
bend the rules a bit. You can stay in my room tonight..."
"Thank you!" she said.
"But there's a price to be paid."
"What do you mean? Price?"
"If you choose to stay in my room, you must wear your fetching
outfit until tomorrow evening," he said. "No breaks. If you choose
your room, at least you will get a change of clothing."
Change of clothing... Knowing Richard, the bedtime clothes
wouldn't necessarily be any better than these. "I'll stay with you,"
she said.
Richard led her to his room, and let her use the bathroom there.
She heard sounds of Richard's activity as she relieved herself. A
few minutes later, Richard came to get her.
Jennifer was surprised when Richard suddenly put his arms around
her torso and lifted her off of the ground. "What are you doing?"
she asked.
"Rewarding you for reaching five tonight," he said. He slowly
lowered her to the floor, and she felt something cold and rubbery
pushing against her pussy.
Jennifer shifted and allowed the dildo to enter her. When she
was finally back on the floor, she felt a rigid pole between her
legs. The pole terminated in the dildo that was now between her
legs. Even in her high heels and her legs straight, the dildo was at
least six inches inside of her.
Richard slowly stroked her breasts, and she felt a warm, moist
tongue gently touching a nipple. A shiver went through her, and she
twisted around on the phallus.
While one of his hands stroked her breasts, another went down to
her pussy. He soon found her clit, even with the dildo in place, and
within minutes, she was panting against the corset, desperately
trying to keep her legs under her in the ultra high heels.
Two rapid orgasms followed. As she moaned in the aftermath, she
felt Richard leave her side. Jennifer heard him attach something to
the back of her corset, and the top of her armbinder. "What are you
doing?" she asked.
"Getting you ready for bed," he said. "I wouldn't want you to
fall during the night."
Richard had apparently finished his work. Jennifer tried to
lean forward, but was held up by the top of her corset. He must have
tied it to the ceiling or something, thought Jennifer.
"But I thought..." said Jennifer.
"I said that you could stay in my room. I said nothing about
sleeping in my bed. And I also did not promise a good night's
sleep," he said, ending the conversation by zipping the mouth of her
hood shut.
Jennifer would have had a stunned look on her face if anyone
could have seen it. She twisted and turned, but all she did was make
herself hot again by moving the dildo around. She experimentally
tried to bend her knees, and let the dildo slide further into her.
The straps held her up, but the pressure on her corset and arms soon
became too uncomfortable, so she lowered her feet again.
"Goodnight, Jennifer," he said.
She spend the night in a dazed, aroused, half asleep state that
was not restful at all. Twice during the night, she became so stir
crazy that she twisted around on the dildo until she managed to
orgasm.
As soon as she heard Richard moving around, she started to make
noises through her gag. "Eager to make an early start, I see," he
said.
Richard released the straps that held her up. Jennifer felt her
knees trembling, and Richard had to quickly lift her off of the dildo
before she collapsed. He guided her to the bed and had her kneel
down in front of it.
Richard unzipped the mouth of her helmet. Before she could even
speak, she felt his penis against her lips.
At least my mouth isn't sore, she thought, bringing his penis
inside of her mouth. I don't know if I can do what he asks!
Richard was good to his word about the advice. "Use your tongue
on the underside of the penis," he said. "Right behind the head.
That's it," he encouraged.
"Don't bother to use much pressure most of the time," he said.
"Continuous gentle motion works better for me than frantic suction."
Sure enough, she was able to bring him to four orgasms by
lunchtime. Fatigue was stalking her, but she was determined not to
give in to it. After the fifth, he let her sit down while he went to
work on her pussy with his tongue. He brought her to orgasm three
times before she went back to work.
The tenth one came shortly after supper. "Finally!" she said,
triumphantly.
"Indeed," he said. "I think you have earned a break."
Richard left, presumably to get the equipment he would need to
release her from her bondage. By the time that he returned, she was
lying face down on the floor, asleep.
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 32-34
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