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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
dark1@inwave.com
Chapter 35
Jennifer became barely conscious as Richard took off the
armbinder, shoes, and helmet. By the time he had put her down in
bed, she was asleep again.
She woke up to the feeling of a warm body next to hers.
Richard's arm went around her still corsetted waist.
That night, they did not make love, or if they did, Jennifer did
not remember it. Instead, she stayed close to Richard, and just
enjoyed his presence there as she dreamed.
Richard was up first, and she woke to the smells of breakfast.
"You are only temporarily relived of the kitchen duties," he said,
putting a tray of food on the bed, "while we attend to other
matters."
Jennifer just smiled and started to munch upon what he had
prepared. "What today?" asked Jennifer. "Or shouldn't I ask?"
"You've learned your lesson well enough for now," said Richard.
"We have an appointment this morning at the dressmakers," he said.
"I also thought that it might be a good day for you to get ahold of
your sister, Laura, and see if you can get her over here sometime to
talk about the details, as well as setting up an appointment for her
at the dressmakers."
Jennifer thought about that for a moment. "I'm trying to think
of a way not to talk to my mother," she said. "My sister's through
with high school... I know! Laura has a job at a video rental place
down on seventh," she said. "I'll just call and talk to her there."
Richard left and returned with a phone book. "Is this the
place?" he asked, pointing out an entry in the book.
"Looks like it," she said.
"The nearest phone is in the den," he said. "You can call from
there."
Jennifer tried to get to her feet, but the aches in the backs of
her legs were even worse now. "Those heels are doing something to my
legs," she said, sitting back down. "Everything's tight now -- I'm
having trouble flattening out my foot."
"You were able to walk in the heels last night," he said.
"Maybe that's what I need."
"I'll get a pair from your room," he said.
Richard returned with her black patent six inch heels. They
required a lock to stay in place. "This is what I could find on
short notice," he said. She presented her feet, and he locked the
shoes in place.
Walking in the six inch heels was a relief compared to what she
had been wearing. This is the most comfortable way I've walked in
days, she thought to herself.
Richard brought the phone book with them to his den. She sat
down in a chair before placing the call.
"Seventh street video," came a familiar voice.
"Is Laura there?" asked Jennifer, being cautious.
"Jennifer?!" said her sister. "Where have you been?"
"It's a long story. Can you talk?" she asked.
"For a little bit," Laura said. "No one is in yet this early.
Why did you call?"
"Well... I'm getting married."
"Married?! Is this a joke?"
"No joke, Laura. Two weeks from last Saturday is the date."
"Oh my god!" she said. "Are you pregnant?"
This brought Jennifer up short. She sure had been having enough
unprotected sex lately. It should be time for her period any time
now. "No, I'm not getting married because I'm pregnant," she hedged.
She made a mental note to ask Richard a few hard questions about
that.
"Where is it going to be?" Laura asked.
"I'm not quite sure yet," she said. "Richard is making the
arrangements."
"Richard? Who's Richard?"
"The man that I'm going to be marrying," said Jennifer.
"Mom's gonna go ballistic," said Laura.
"That's kind of what I want to talk to you about," said
Jennifer. "I don't want you to tell her."
"You're gonna do this without her?"
"I hope so. But... I'd like you to be there. As my maid of
honor."
There was a moment of silence from Laura. "I'd like that," she
said.
"Do you have a car yet?" asked Jennifer.
"Yea. It's looks beat up, but it runs."
"When could you come over, so that we could talk about this, and
get you set up with a dress?" she asked.
"There's not much time, is there? I think that mom's going out
drinking tonight, as usual. I could probably leave by eight. Where
are you now? His place?"
Jennifer looked at Richard. "Directions here?" she asked.
Between the two of them, they were able to convey the location.
"That the ritziest subdivision within three hundred miles!" Laura
said. "Who the heck is this guy, anyway?"
"You'll get to meet him soon."
"I've got to go. Customer," she said.
"Remember, don't tell mom!" Jennifer said as her sister hung up.
"How did it go?" asked Richard.
"She'll be here tonight, sometime after eight," she said.
"That will be fine," said Richard. "Come on. We need to make
it to the dressmakers.
The dressmaker turned out to be a woman named Mary who worked at
Fantasy Supreme.
Jennifer was just wearing the corset and heels. Richard had
found her a long coat to wear for the ride.
It felt very odd, for the dressmaker to be making her
measurements while she was essentially naked. But she was very
professional, and took only ten minutes or so for what she needed to
do.
"You need to come back friday for a fitting," the woman said.
Mary was in her mid thirties, with long black hair. She was wearing
a black vinyl cat suit and heels. "I have you penciled in for ten.
That's it for today."
Jennifer put the coat back on and thanked the woman for her
time. "How did it go?" asked Richard as she emerged from the
dressing room.
"Fitting friday," she said. "At ten."
They went to the car, and Richard drove off with her. "Where
are we going?" she asked as he took an unfamiliar route.
"I thought that we'd stop for lunch," he said.
"Like this?" she asked.
"It's cloudy and threatening outside," he said. "We'll eat at
an outdoor cafe. Just don't take your coat off.
Jennifer was rather nervous as Richard parked the car. He
exited and opened the door for her.
Jennifer gingerly stepped out and walked next to Richard. She
hugged the coat tightly, but it only came down to mid-ankle. Tbe
extreme height of her shoes was visible to all of the several dozen
people that were also walking down the sidewalk.
They took an unoccupied table. A waiter came over to them, and
was obviously very distracted by what was showing of Jennifer's legs.
"What can I get you?" he asked, tearing his eyes off of Jennifer.
Richard ordered for both of them. The lunch seemed to take
forever for Jennifer. Everywhere she looked, the patrons seemed to
be staring at her. They would look away quickly, as she met their
gaze, but not quickly enough to escape notice.
"You seem to be the center of attention," said Richard. There
was a smile on his face as he held her hands. She felt him slip
something on her finger. "I thought you'd like to have this," he
said. "You won't always be able to wear it."
It was the engagement ring that Richard had given her earlier.
Her embarassment at the whole situation faded, replaced with a warm
glow. "I love you," she said staring into his eyes.
"I love you too," he said. "I hope that you can say that to me
in two weeks," he replied.
Chapter 36
"Oh god! This guy is loaded!" Laura said after Richard had left
the room.
Laura and Jennifer were sitting in the main living room, across
from each other. Jennifer was wearing her black satin dress that she
had worn to the musical. Laura was garbed in jeans and a T-shirt.
"Mother doesn't know about this, right?" asked Jennifer.
Her sister shook her head. "I didn't say a word to her. Are
you really gonna do this without telling her?"
"We're having a slightly more formal elopement, that's all,"
rationalized Jennifer.
"So, how the heck did you meet this guy?" she asked.
"Well, it's really a long story," said Jennifer. "But I was
fired from my last job, and the debt collectors were closing in on
me..."
"I don't know if I like the sound of this," Laura said.
"Richard advertised for a live-in maid," she said. "I really
needed the money, and I was lucky that Richard hired me."
"Uh huh," said Laura, sounding unconvinced.
"Well, obviously a little more happened," said Jennifer, looking
down and turning slightly red, "But in the end he proposed to me."
"Why do I have the feeling that you're leaving out a *lot*?"
asked Laura.
"Well..." temporized Jennifer. She's going to find out soon
enough, she thought, either when she's fitted for her dress or at the
wedding. "He's a little kinky," she said.
"With all this money?" said Laura. "I could put up with a
little kinky," she said. Laura looked around, and did not see
Richard anywhere. "What's he into, anyway?" she said in a
conspiratorial whisper. "Spanking? Bondage? What?"
Jennifer had no idea that her sister knew about such things.
Before she could reply, she heard Richard's footsteps.
"I brought refreshments," said Richard, carrying a tray with
three full glasses on it.
Jennifer took one, then Laura did. Richard sat down next to
Jennifer as her younger sister asked a question. "You're obviously
well off," she said. "Why don't you have a servant or three to bring
the drinks out?"
"Well, I had one," said Richard. "But it seems that I'm to
marry her in two weeks. That has changed our relationship a bit," he
said. Richard looked at Jennifer. "Afterwards, we can talk about
bringing any more employees on board," he said.
"I see," said Laura as she sipped her drink.
Jennifer crossed her legs. She was wearing black six inch heels
on her feet. Rubber stockings covered her legs. Laura stared at her
older sister's feet for a long moment as her shoes became visible.
"Jennifer has an appointment to have her dress fitted at ten on
friday," said Richard. "Could you make it at ten-thirty?" asked
Richard.
"Probably," said Laura. "I don't think I work till three on
friday. I'll check. Where is it?" she asked.
"The sign said FS incorporated," said Richard. "It's off of
sixty third street. Ask for Mary."
Laura throught about that. "That sounds familiar somehow," she
said.
"We wanted to talk to you ahead of time," said Richard, "because
we're not exactly having a traditional wedding,"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"The wedding is going to be here, not at a church," said
Richard. "And it's going to be a theme wedding. All guests in
appropriate costume."
"That's cool," she said. "Theme, like a medival or civil war
theme?" she asked.
"Something like that," said Jennifer.
"What's the theme?" asked Laura.
"I'll be blunt," said Richard. Jennifer braced herself,
prepared for the worst. "It's kinky outfits, fetishes, and bondage,"
he said.
Laura's eyes opened wide at this, in spite of Jennifer's
previous hint. "My god," she said softly.
"Can you see why a church is not an appropriate setting?" he
said.
"Um, yea," she said. Now it was Laura's turn to look away and
blush.
"We will understand if you have a problem with this, and don't
want to participate," he said.
"I... god, I don't know," said Laura. She looked up at
Jennifer. "You're really gonna do it this way?" she asked.
"For Richard, anything," she said, with a smile. Richard
returned her smile, but only halfheartedly.
"I'm... geez, this is so strange," said Laura.
"How can we help you to make up your mind?" asked Jennifer.
"I'd really like to have you there."
"Well, maybe if you told me what I'll be wearing for this
'theme' wedding? And what I'm supposed to do?"
"Well, it won't be too different from a normal gown," said
Richard. "It's... acutally, it's fairly close to something that
Jennifer has in her wardrobe now," he said. "Would you like to do a
bit of a dress rehersal, so to speak?"
"That would probably be good," said Laura.
Laura stood there in the red rubber hobble dress. From the
shape of her body underneath, it was obvious that she was wearing a
corset underneath. Six inch red stiletto heels were on her feet.
"You look wonderful!" said Jennifer as Laura slowly turned in place.
She was very unsteady in the heels, and Richard had to steady her
more than once.
"All you have to do is walk down the aisle," he said. "You will
have the best man there to lean on," said Richard.
"This is so weird," said Laura.
"I'd really like to have you there," said Jennifer.
"All right," concluded Laura. "I'll do it."
With her sister gone, Jennifer sat down on a chair and looked at
Richard. "Richard," she said. "There's something that's been
bothering me," she said.
"What is that?" he asked.
"Well, I've lost track of time, and I'm not quite sure, but I
think my period was supposed to come yesterday or today," she said.
"What if..." she asked.
Richard smiled at her. "I'll bet you anything that you're not
pregnant," he said.
"H... how can you be so sure?" Jennifer asked.
"This issue came up once before, with Susana," he said. "I had
a vasectomy," he said.
But he's so young, thought Jennifer. "You don't want kids at
all?" asked Jennifer.
"Not exactly," said Richard. "But I know what my preferred
lifestyle is, and I don't want accidental children. I have at least
a dozen frozen sperm samples, however, in case I... in case *we*
should want to have children."
This made Jennifer feel better. She knew that she did not want
a child now... but that might change someday.
Chapter 37
As Richard had guessed, by the next day, Jennifer felt the
familiar sensations of her menstrual flow.
Today, Richard had dressed her in the nineteen inch black satin
corset, rubber gloves, rubber stockings, six inch locking heels, and
her locking long sleeved rubber maid's outfit with the very flared
skirt. She wore a chastity belt as well. This one had a rear butt
plug, but there was no front dildo. Richard had allowed her to put a
tampon there instead.
Richard left her alone most of the day, saying that he had
preparations to make for the wedding. Before he left, he gave her a
long list of things to do around her house.
Jennifer surprised herself by finishing the list well before
suppertime. She found that walking in the six inch heels was almost
automatic now. It took an effort to remember what it was like to
walk *without* heels.
When Richard returned, he found her sitting on the couch,
watching television. "Is everything done?" he asked her as he put
his briefcase down.
"I think so," she replied. Richard sat down next to her. "Did
you get everything done that you wanted to?"
Richard nodded. With a complete lack of subtlety, he reached
down and unzipped his pants. "Do you remember your lessons?" he
asked.
Jennifer was surprised for only a moment. She slid to the floor
and kneeled down in front of him.
Wednesday brought more of the same. Except that, this time, she
was wearing handcuffs with only a few inches of separation, and ankle
fetters with twelve inches of chain between them.
Jennifer barely finished Richard's list of chores before he
returned. He seemed surprised to find out that she had finished all
of her work. Like tuesday, the evening passed by with her knelt down
in front of him.
Thursday's outfit was a repeat of Wednesday's. Hoiwever, this
time the chain between her ankles was only six inches long.
This time, Jennifer did not manage to get all of her chores
done.
"You need to be punished," Richard said simply.
"This is not fair!" she said to him.
"I never promised to be fair," said Richard.
She had no reply to this. Jennifer fumed slightly as she took
mincing steps to follow Richard to his bedroom.
She spent the next few hours in her outfit, blindfolded and
gagged, with her hands held up above her by a chain connected to the
ceiling. She was never sure when Richard was in the room or not.
Finally, he let her arms down and took off the blindfold and the gag.
Next, he unlocked her handcuffs and fetters.
"It's bedtime," he said, as he unlocked the chastity belt.
After three days of enforced abstinence, Jennifer was not at all
patient. As soon as she was free, she grabbed ahold of his pants,
unzipped them, and pulled them to the floor.
Chapter 38
Jennifer had to lean against the wall and pant for breath as the
corset closed in around her waist.
Mary the dressmaker watched her calmly. "How tight is this
going to go?" Jennifer asked.
"It should be eighteen inches around, when it's done," she
replied over the hum of the motors. Although the corset had standard
lacings in back, the cords were being pulled by two electric motors
set into the walls of the dressing room.
"I think that your sister's here," she continued. "This will
take at least another ten minutes," she declared. "I'll be back when
it's done.
As Mary left, Jennifer was left there, leaning up against the
wall of the small room. She had to balance in white seven inch
heels. The switches for the motors were just out of arms reach in
either side, and there was no way that she could possibly touch them,
even if she tried.
Other than the tightening white satin corset and the shoes, she
was wearing nothing. The long raincoat and black six inch heels that
she had worn here were piled in a corner of the room.
Jennifer heard voices outside the dressing room, but could not
make out any of the conversation. Although she had become accustomed
to breathing and moving in corsets, this one became very challenging
to breath in as it approached its final tightness.
Just as she thought that she could not take it anymore, the
whine of the motors stopped. She slumped down and let out a tiny
sigh of relief. Jennifer could only move down a few inches as the
corset strings held her in place.
She guessed that it was several minutes before Mary found her.
Dressed in a skin tight black rubber body suit, she reached over and
unlached one of the sets of corset strings from the motor.
Mary expertly wrapped the strings around Jennifer's waist
without losing any of the tension. She repeated this with the other
corset strings, then tied the two together.
Jenninfer turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her figure
was beyond fabulous now. With the so small waist and breasts that
were supported and separated by the corset, she was approaching the
realm of fantasy.
"Sit down. Let's get your slip on now," said Mary.
Jennifer sat down on the bench in the dressing room. Mary
brought in a box, and a long white satin slip was inside it.
As she wriggled into it, Jennifer realized that the term hobble
slip would be more appropriate. Jennifer stood up with her legs
tightly together as Mary laced it up in back.
The slip was made of white satin. It was extremely tight around
her waist and legs. Her knees could not move from their position. As
she tried to step forward, she found that she was fortunate to be
able to take steps longer than four inches.
Mary left the room again. When she returned, she came back with
several very frilly crinoline underskirts in her hands.
They were able to slip them over her head and down into place
around her ever so small waist. There were six of them total, the
last one the largest. When they were done, there was hardly room
left for Mary to stand in the dressing room. For six feet in each
direction, all Jennifer saw was fluffy white netting.
Mary left again. This time, when she returned, she had a very
long white satin wedding dress in her hands.
Jennifer nearly fell over in the attempt to get it on over her
head. They finally managed to get it on her, and zip it up in back.
Mary helped her to get out of the dressing room. This was aided
by the fact that there was no doorway to the room, only a very wide
curtain. Jennifer took dozens of baby steps in her hobble slip and
heels before she even managed to get out of the room.
They emerged into the main display room. Mannequins were
displaying rubber and leather outfits of all types here. Under
Mary's direction, she continued forward, until Jennifer was at the
center of the room. The, the rubber clad woman walked around her and
arranged the dress and train around her.
When she was done, she brought out a large mirror so that
Jennifer could see herself. The effect left her light headed. "It's
like a fairy tale," she said. The dress was made of soft, shiny
white satin, with elaborate embroidery and beads all around it.
There were huge puffy satin shoulders attached to the long sleeves of
the dress. In front, the dress went all the way to her neck, but
there was a heart shaped cutout in front that revealed as much
clevage as was legal. This cutout area was covered with the filmiest
white material, hiding nothing underneath.
She could never remember seeing a dress this large before.
Bigger than the dresses in Gone with the Wind, bigger than the good
witch in Oz, bigger than the woman in The King and I. Then, there
was her impossibly small waist perched above all of that vastness.
"God!" she heard a familiar voice say. Jennifer turned her
head, and saw her sister walking out of another dressing room,
escorted by Mary.
Laura was dressed in a long sleeved, neck high hobble dress.
The material was a shiny, slightly stretchy bright blue vinyl. Like
Jennifer, there was a heart shaped cutout above her prodruding
breasts, covered only by a wisp of blue translucent fabric. It
looked like her breasts were on the verge of breaking through the
tight fabric of the dress.
Jennifer had never known her sister to be particularly chesty.
However, the narrowness and stiffness of her waist revealed where her
clevage had come from.
The dress looked to be a little looser than Jennifer's slip.
Her sister took quick steps, almost a foot long each, towards her.
Matching blue five inch heels adorned her feet.
"You're something else!" said Jennifer after she saw the effect
the dress had on her sister.
"Look who's talking! That thing is unbelievable! I've never
seen anything like it!" exclaimed Laura.
"We have a few more things to get done here," said Mary.
Jennifer watched as the dressmaker directed Laura to walk and turn
around, all the while observing her closely. She brought out a
notepad and jotted down a few notes.
"How does yours fit," Mary asked while looking at Jennifer.
She spent a moment studying the sensations of the dress. "Fits
like a glove," she said.
"Raise your hands over your head," Mary instructed, "and turn
from side to side."
Jennifer complied as best she could. Turning was easier said
than done in the corset, hobble slip, and heels.
"Mary, please call three two four," came a sound over the
intercom. "Mary, call three two four,"
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said. "I won't take long."
Jennifer was left alone with her sister. "I hate to break it to
you," said Laura, "but your finacee is nuttier than a fruitcake.
Just look at all this!" she said with a sweeping motion of her arms."
"He's different," said Jennifer. "But that's just the way he
is. Is it really that bad?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm not trying to talk you out of this, or anything," she
said. "But how many guys would even *think* of something like this,
let alone do it?"
"Richard is strange in a lot of ways," said Jennifer. "But
that's the man I love."
"Do you really like being dressed up like that? Or like this?"
she said, pointing to herself."
She thought about that for a long moment. "I'm not sure that I
*like* it. I really don't mind it, and it's fun at times. Honestly,
what I like is the effect that it has on Richard. The way he looks
at me," Jennifer had to shudder with the memory, "God, for the way he
looks at me, the way he touches me, the way he talks to me, oh,
everything about him, this is worth it a thousand times over.
"Think about it, Laura," she said. "Do you have any idea how
*sexy* you look now? Especially to a guy that's even the least bit
kinky?"
Laura turned and examined herself in the mirror, saw the narrow
waist and the heaving breasts. "I suppose I do look rather... hot,"
she said.
"That's an understatement," said Jennifer. "I don't remember
you *ever* calling yourself hot or sexy before."
"That's true," Laura replied. "All those cheerleaders at
school, the guys just fought over them to ask them out. I hardly
ever had a boyfriend, in high school. And now, I still don't," she
said.
Suddenly, Laura looked up, like she had suddenly changed trains
of thought. "I have to know," she said in a conspiratorial whisper.
"Is Richard any good in bed?"
As Jennifer thought about the question, she started to laugh.
How to compare the feeble relationships she had had with Richard's
ways? More than half the time, she was not even in a bed when he had
made her orgasm. The toys, the teasing, the mind-blowing sex... how
could she ever imagine going back to a 'normal' relationship with
anyone? There was no comparison. Richard was not even playing in
the same *leauge* as everyone else!
"What's so funny?" asked Laura.
"He's wonderful in bed," she said, not bothering to explain.
He's wonderful everywhere else, too, like the kitchen, the park, the
theater...
"You ask like you doubt that," said Jennifer. "Did you think I
was just marrying him for his money?"
"Well... the thought *had* crossed my mind," Laura said. "How
much is he worth, anyway?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," she said. "Probably at least
seven figures."
As Laura was digesting this, Mary came back into the room.
"We're done for the day. We need to make a few final adjustments,"
she said. "Come in on monday, same times, and you should be all
ready then."
They both nodded. "Call me at home tonight," said Laura.
"After eight. Mom is going out tonight, and probably won't be back
before midnight."
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 35-38
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