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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
dark1@inwave.com
Chapter 29
Richard held her up and prevented her from stumbling. "If my
memory serves me right, there should be a park nearby. It's not far
at all."
That's what you think! thought Jennifer. You're not wearing
shoes like these and you don't have your legs tied together. She was
unable to voice her opinion, and concentrated to keep moing in the
direction that Richard led.
The theater had been constructed at the edge of the city. After
making it to the corner of the theater and turning, Jennifer saw the
park that he was talking about. Across the street from the theater,
it was large and well wooded, with several narrow cocrete sidewalks
leading into it. There were only a few people that she could see.
They waited at the side of the street as Richard looked for an
opening in the traffic. "I guess that I'm not patient tonight," he
said, putting one arm around her corsetted torso while the other went
down to her knees. She let out a surprised grunt through the gag
when Richard picked her up and carried her across the street.
Probably faster than waiting for the road to be empty, thought
Jennifer. She was thankful that he did not put her down on the other
side of the street. Instead, he started down one of the paths that
led into the park.
Jennifer closed her eyes and savored the experience. Swept off
my feet by a rich gentleman, she thought. Just like the in the
romance novels. Except this gentleman was also an incorrigible
pervert, as her present attire attested to.
Close enough for me, she concluded as Richard reached his
destination. An empty park bench some thirty feet off the path was
his destination. Gently, he put her down on the bench, then sat down
beside her.
"Does this meet with your approval?" he asked.
Jennifer nodded in reply. A cool breeze came through the trees,
but to her, it felt refreshing, not chilling. It reminded her that
she was quite hot within her rubber undergarments.
Richard reached into the slit in her dress and felt her crotch.
"You seem to have lost something." he said. Jennifer shrugged, and
managed to smile in spite of her gag and the strap of her hat.
"Fortunately, I think that you packed a few extras."
Richard's hand emerged from her dress, then he opened up her
purse and rummaged through the contents. "Hmmmm," he said aloud. "A
bottle of lubricant, a butt plug, a motorized dildo, and a few of
these darling little clips," he said aloud. Jennifer had a hard time
making out the object in the waning light. "We'll have to experiment
with these before we go," he said, putting the items in his pants
pockets and closing up her purse.
Richard rose from his seat, but did not help her up. Instead,
he sat down on the ground immediately in front of her. "If you would
slide forward?" he asked, pulling her hips forward with his hands.
Jennifer complied, wriggling forward. When he was done, she was on
the edge of the seat, but her corsetted waist was still rigidly
straight. The top of her corset rested against the top edge of the
bench.
A chorous of crickets slowly started up as Richard pulled her
skirt up and slid forward. When he let the skirt fall back down, the
shiny black satin almost completely concealed him beneath it. She
felt him working with the restraints that held her ankles together.
A moment later, she found herself able to spread her ankles apart
freely.
The straps that held her knees together were next. As she
spread her legs wide, Jennifer felt her muscles protest a bit from
their restraints. Another cool breeze swept by, this time tinged
with the scent of freshly mowed grass.
She felt his fingers slowly sliding up her rubber stockined
legs. They played with the garters for a moment, then Jennifer felt
his fingernails gently brushing her pubic hair.
She let out a moan and closed her eyes as the wetness at her
crotch, never fully gone, returned in force. Oh, Richard...
He pulled the lips of her pussy out, then gently massaged her
pussy with his lips. Jennifer opened her eyes, and saw the stars of
the clear night sky staring back at her.
He was slow and methodical with her, familiar yet still so
frustrating. She moaned repeatedly in the night, and her pauses were
punctuated with the gentle rustling of leaves.
I'm so close, she thought as his tongue danced around her
pleasure spot, touching ever so gently. Please...
The sound of rolling on the concrete brought Jennifer
unwillingly back to reality. A young boy was slowly travelling down
the path on his skateboard. Jennifer held back her moans, and had to
be content with heavy breathing against the tightness of the corset.
The boy stopped his skateboard on the path and turned to her.
"Do you know where the ball park is?" he asked. She could see that
he was carrying a baseball mit in one hand.
Jennifer tried to shake her head, but it turned only into a
spastic head roll as Richard's tongue suddenly found the spot within
her. Oh god, not now!
Richard did not relent. He found just the right spots within
her and moved his tongue about madly. Jennifer was helpless to stop
the orgasm that coursed through her body.
"Uh, uh," she grunted through her gag. She wanted to scream
aloud, and let the animal within her cry out to the world. But,
somehow, she willed her vocal cords to silence. Jennifer closed her
rubber coverd legs around Richard's head, partially as an attempt to
get him to stop.
A few seconds later, she realized that the boy was still looking
at her, waiting for an answer. Jennifer shook her head, hoping that
he would not ask her any more questions.
Fortunately, he did not. The boy let out a sigh, then continued
skateboarding his way down the path.
You bastard! she thought to herself. I know that you heard the
boy! You didn't even slow down for that.
Richard finally pulled away from her dripping crotch as
Jennifer panted against her corset. He did not emerge from the folds
of her dress. Instead, within a matter of minutes, Richard's tongue
was again exploring the realm of her sexuality.
He did not tease her long this time. By the time that he was
done, her head was swimming with the pleasure. Just for a moment,
reality had faded away as she had struggled to breathe in the corset.
Jennifer was panting as Richard took another break. The evening
had now turned to night, and the full moon was peeking through a gap
in the trees.
She had barely caught her breath when Richard started yet again.
This time, he was gentle and teasing. When a pair of nighttime
joggers went by, Richard did not redouble his efforts. Instead,
Jennifer was able to control herself for the brief seconds that they
were in sight. She thought that they gave her a long look as they
went by, but she could not be sure in the darkness.
Jennifer dug her heels into the soft grassy ground as Richard
brought her closer and closer. She spread her legs wide, and tried
to bring herself even closer to him.
Her tenuous balancing act on the bench was finally over. She
slid forward uncontrollably, sending Richard to the ground underneath
her. When she came to rest, she was sitting on Richard's chest, legs
bent and heels driven into the earth, with her back against the park
bench.
Richard said something unintelligible and pulled himself out
from under her. I was so close! Jennifer thought. She tried to get
up, but her awkward position prevented her from doing anything in a
hurry. Richard made it to his feet before she managed to right
herself.
He helped her get to her feet. When she was standing, she found
it almost impossible to balance in the heels on the soft ground. The
spikes of her shoes dug into the soft ground like razor sharp
daggers.
Richard must have figured out her problem, because he bent down
and picked her up again. This time, he went further into the park,
out of sight of the path. Richard gently lowered her onto a soft
grassy clearing surrounded by shoulder high bushes. The full moon
illuminated her shiny satin covered breasts and narrow waist as
Richard reached down to unzip his trousers.
Jennifer moaned in anticipation as he threw up her skirts. Now,
her rubber stockinged legs and stiletto heeled shoes were revealed to
him in the moonlight. Without further disrobement, Richard brought
out his penis, crawled over her, and slowly entered her.
She put her cuffed hands and attached purse above her head as he
slowly worked around inside of her. She surprised herself by
climaxing within ten strokes of his male member. This time, she did
not try to restrain herself vocally. A long moan escaped her,
passionate even with the gag in place.
Richard continued his relentless pace. He slowly increased in
speed, bringing her rapidly to two more orgasms. Jennifer panted
against the corset, and found herself trying to twist around inside
of it.
Now his thrusts were as intense as a jackhammer. She felt him
ejaculating inside of him, followed seconds later by her own climax.
This time, it was just a bit too much for her. Between the intensity
of the experience, and the constriction of the corset, she found
herself passing out in the grass.
She woke up only moments later, with the touch of Richard's lips
on her own. It was too dark for Jennifer to make out his face, but
the touch of his breath upon her face was unmistakable and
unforgettable. Jennifer wanted to kiss him deeply, and thrust her
tongue deep inside of him. But with the gag in place, all she could
do was to answer his kiss in kind.
"Our ride will be here shortly," he said to her. "Don't worry.
I didn't forget about the toys that you brought."
It took her a moment to remember what he was talking about. She
heard him doing something, then she felt a lubricated, rubber object
being gently pushed into her anus.
Jennifer resisted at first, then consciously relaxed her
sphinter muscles. She felt a good sized butt plug slide up inside of
her. The base must have been very narrow, and when it was all the
way in, it felt like she could keep it there for quite a while.
Next, Richard put the dildo inside of her. He managed to get it
all the way inside of her, and gave her a quick kiss in the pubic
hair before proceeding further.
He placed the vibrating egg above the dildo, perpindicular to
it. With the wire attached control box, Richard sent a brief pulse
of power through it. This sent a chill down Jennifer's spine that
ended in her toes. He then put the control box thorugh one of the
slits in her dress. Jennifer jerked her legs in surprise as she felt
Richard attach a small clip to her outer lips.
He placed five more on her. Each one held the two edges of her
outer lips together. When he was done, he had effectively sealed
both the egg and the dildo inside of her.
Richard must have put the leg restraints in his pockets, because
he put these on her next. Jennifer did not struggle as he pulled her
legs together and bound her knees and ankles. This increased the
pressure in her filled and sealed pussy.
Richard stood up and helped Jennifer to her feet. Again, her
heels started to sink into the ground, but he did not let go of her.
He picked her up yet again. With the arm that was supporting her
torso, he managed to grab ahold of the control for the egg inside of
her. As he carried her towards the path, he turned it on and sent
the orb inside of her buzzing.
Oh god! she thought. The seal of clips on her pussy, combined
with the pressure of having her legs together, made this even more
intense than before. Before they had even made it to the path, she
found herself moaning and rolling her head.
When they emerged from the park, he found that the road was
momentarily clear of vehicles. Richard carried her across the
street, then put her down on her feet on the sidewalk next to the
theater. Several people outside were giving them looks. Richard
took the control for the egg inside of her in his hands. Instead of
turning it off, he turned it to high speed.
Oh god! How could you! Jennifer was swaying, trying to keep
her balance in the heels and hobbles. For a finishing touch, Richard
pushed the control box down into the slit in her dress. She could
feel it dangling at her ankles, and with each swing it tugged a bit
more at the egg inside of her.
Richard supported her as they slowly made their way towards the
front of the building. Jennifer found her eyes closing as the egg
inside of her buzzed and squirmed madly. Oh, god! she thought as an
orgasm swept through her as they turned the corner.
Her legs collapsed under her, but Richard held her up. He had
to drag her forward as her head rolled around and her legs flailed
uselessly.
She tried to get her legs under her again, but this only sent
another wave of sensations through her. She wrigled under the dress,
but there was absolutely no way to get the device away from her most
sensitive parts.
Jennifer slumped against him and moaned. She had a vague
feeling that people were staring at them, and a few were saying
things to Richard. The words did not register in her mind, and their
looks were beyond consideration right now.
She had to fight for consciousness as yet another wave coursed
through her. Jennifer was vaguely aware as Richard picked her up and
headed towards a waiting limousine.
When Richard put her down on the seat, Jennifer convulsed her
legs and arms. When is it going to stop? Jennifer wondered
deleriously as the corset and the vibrator stole consciousness away
from her.
Chapter 30
As she woke up, she felt the limo rolling to a stop. "We're
home," said Richard.
Jennifer noticed that the buzzing in her crotch was gone. A
clench of her sphinter muscles and a bit of wriggling told her that
the sex toys were still firmly in place. The rest of her outfit
appeared to be in place as well.
The door opened, and Richard stepped outside first. He leaned
back in and helped Jennifer slowly wriggle out. With a slight smile
and a wink, the limo driver closed the door behind them and drove
off.
Richard supported her as she wriggled in her hobbles and seven
inch heels towards the front door. He held the door open for her
with one hand while his other was near her in case she needed
support.
She was slow, but made it into the house without incident.
Richard closed the door behind her and guided her over to the couch.
The two of them sat down, and in the process, she became acutely
aware of the sex toys that were still inside of her. Jennifer tried
to yawn, but the strap of the hat kept her mouth closed. I hardly
had any sleep last night! she thought. I guess that it's catching up
to me.
Richard fished in his pocket and brought out a ring of keys.
After trying several, he found one that could unlock the hatstrap.
Once it was free, Jennifer reached up with her rubber gloved
hands and pulled the mouthpiece out. "Finally!" she said, grinding
her jaw around to work out the soreness.
"I want to thank you for tonight," said Richard. "I had a
wonderful time."
Jennifer looked at him, then looked down at her bound rubber
gloved hands. "I... enjoyed myself," she said, simply.
"What is it?" he asked. "You don't sound very enthusiastic."
"Oh! I really enjoyed myself. Really," she said.
"There's something that you're not saying."
She was silent for a moment as she collected her thoughts. "I'm
very happy that you enjoyed yourself. This was all for you," she
said, then broke into a yawn.
A pained look came across Richard's face. "Was it that mundane
and boring for you?"
"Oh, no! I... didn't get much sleep last night. In fact, I
didn't get any."
The look faded from his face. "Then, what is it?" he asked.
Jennifer chewed on her lip. "I... you had me hot this entire
evening. The park... I don't think I'll ever forget that." Richard
continued to look at her, and said nothing. "With all the toys that
you use, and all the teasing... most of the time, what I really
wanted was you! I was going nuts!"
Richard thought about that for a few seconds. "I see," he said,
with what might have been disappointment.
"I don't mean to make you feel bad. Really. You took me places
that I've never been before. I'm not saying that I don't want you to
use the toys. I... just..." she paused, and took as deep of a breath
as she could in the corset. "It's just that I loved it when you made
love to me in the park. I want more of that."
Richard was staring off into space as he listened to her.
"Maybe..." she continued. "Tonight, couldn't we... I want to spend
the night with you. In your bed," she said. Those words were hard
to say. Even with the rather hedonistic lifestyle that she had been
experiencing, those words took effort to utter.
Richard met her eyes, and she could not interpret the look that
he gave her. "I... would like that," he said.
"And... I guess that I'd like to think of myself as a little
more than just the hired help," she said.
"You are *so* much more!" he said, emphatically. "You cannot
imagine how much more!"
Her stomach, even in the corset, grumbled unhappily. "I'm also
rather hungry," she said.
"I'll just order pizza," he said.
"So," she asked with playful tone of voice. "I am very tired,
and I bet that you are too. I think we should retire early, right
after we eat.
"You're probably right." Richard reached through a slit in her
black satin evening gown and pulled up the controls for the egg
inside of her. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked.
With a sudden flick, he sent it roaring to life, then tucked the
controls back under her dress. "Until the pizza gets here," he said
with a smile on his face. "I still need to order it."
For the first time in a long while, Jennifer was able to let out
a full moan, without any gag to impede her. "You're a cruel man!"
she said as she tossed her head from side to side.
Jennifer was lying on her back on Richard's bed. She no longer
wore the dress, leg hobbles, or hand restraints, but the remainder of
her fetish clothing was still on her. Seven inch heels adorned the
feet, and shiny black rubber stockings covered the legs. They were
held up by a rubber garter belt that was over her satin corset. Her
arms were still covered with black rubber gloves from fingertips to
armpits.
Each of her limbs was tied to a post on the bed by a sturdy
leather strap. The lights in the room were dim, and she had to
strain to see Richard's face above her.
He lowered himself down, and she felt his torso pressing against
her. As he brought his lips down to meet hers, she was finally able
to give him the passionate kiss that she had wanted to give him all
night. Their tongues touched at first tentatively, then the force of
passion and lust took control.
She could feel his manhood rising to the occasion, and it
brushed against her rubber covered inner thights. Jennifer moaned as
the kiss continued, and Richard slowly slid into place within her.
"Take me," Jennifer said after their lips finally parted. "I
want you so badly. Just take me!"
Richard took that invitation to heart, and let loose the animal
within.
Chapter 31
She was again naked in the realm of dreams. Jennifer was
travelling down a long tunnel under the earth, with an almost blind
mole as her guide.
"What's the hurry?" she asked.
"She's near, near!" the mole said.
Suddenly, the tunnel opened up into a small cavern. Embedded in
the ceiling were gemstones of every color, and each of them was
glowing brightly. This illuminated the items below.
On the floor, there was a chaotic assortment of fetish items,
scattered with metal armor and medival weaponry. "You said I'm
supposed to prepare for battle?" she asked. Experimentally, she
picked up a gleaming silver sword. "I can barely lift it!" she
exclaimed.
"No, no!" exclaimed the mole. "She will never give way against
that!"
Jennifer scanned around the floor. "I don't understand."
"A sword will never win his heart!"
Comprehension slowly sank in. She found a pair of thigh-high
stiletto heeled boots, and quickly slipped them on. "Hurry! I can
hear her footsteps!"
Sure enough, Jennifer could hear the sound of stiletto heels
clicking on a stone floor. Hurriedly, she put on a pair of black
rubber gloves, then she pulled a satin corset around her waist and
hastily tightened it.
The footsteps were closer, closer. Jennifer scanned the room,
and pulled a tight black rubber pencil skirt up to her waist. It
held her knees together, but she could still walk.
"Too late!" screamed the mole. Looming in the shadowy entrance
was a female figure. Jennifer could not make out the face, but she
knew the name. "Susana," she whispered.
She heard a sharp cracking sound as the woman sent her whip
forward. She was covered with gleaming black leather from neck to
toes. Her feet were encased in stiletto heeled boots, and as she
stepped forward into the room, she could see the familiar face from
the photos in the attic.
"So, you're the bitch in the house now?!" she exclaimed. "I do
not tolerate anyone touching what is mine!" she said, with venom in
her voice. "He was mine once, and he will be mine forever!"
"Then why did you leave him?" she asked.
A look of rage came across Susana's face, and she struck out
with her whip. Jennifer put her hands up, and felt the whip connect
with her forearm. Strangely, there was no pain through the rubber.
"*He* was the disloyal one! *He* did not bow to his rightful
master!"
She sent the whip at Jennifer yet again. This time, it
connected on her forehead. A very sharp pain suddenly shot through
her skull. "Aaah!" she said, as she staggered in the heels and
pencil skirt.
"*He* is the one that could not let go!" she screamed. "I knew
who I was, but he would not let be that person!" Susana sent the
whip flying yet again. This time, it connected at her waist.
Through the corset, Jennifer felt nothing.
Wait a second, thought Jennifer. The whip only hurts if it
touches bare skin! She searched around for something to cover her
shoulders, breasts, and head.
A rubber cloak with attached hood met the bill. She squirmed
towards it, and before Susana could send the whip flying again,
Jennifer had put the hood on her head and tucked her body within it.
She had only small holes fo the eyes, nose and mouth.
Susana's fury continued. But each strike of the whip was
rebuffed by the outfit that she wore. Confidently, Jennifer walked
forward towards her.
A look of defeat crossed Susana's face, and she dropped her
whip. "There's one more that you must face," she said, as her body
slowly turned to smoke.
What a strange dream, thought Jennifer as she woke up.
She was still tied spread eagle to Richard's bed. The long
black rubber gloves, stockings, heels, garter belt, and corset were
still all in place on her.
Richard was nowhere to be seen. The light coming in through the
almost closed curtains indicated that it was morning. "Richard?" she
said, and there was no reply. "Richard?" she said, louder now.
There was a faint voice from the distance. Jennifer could see
that the bedroom door was partially open, and that's where the voice
had come from.
Richard came into the room a minute later, dressed in a blue
robe and carrying a tray of food. "Breakfast in bed?" he said,
putting the tray down on the nightstand.
"Sounds good to me," she said. "But... it's a little hard for
me to eat right now."
"I don't understand," Richard said, breaking off a small piece
of bacon and putting it in her mouth. "As far as I can tell, you're
mouth is working fine. That's all you need to eat, actually."
Richard fed her breakfast to her one bit at a time, and brought
a straw to her lips so that she could sip her juice. "Um, there's
one other thing. I really have to pee," she said. "It's been a
*long* time since I've done that!"
Richard said nothing in reply, but simply walked around to the
corners of the bed and untied her arms and legs. Jennifer took a
moment to move her shoulders and legs, then brought her feet to the
floor and stood up.
She had forgotten how high the heels were that she was wearing.
Jennifer lost balance after the first step, and had to grab ahold of
Richard to keep from falling. "Sorry," she said.
Richard just smiled and helped her to the bathroom. She
attented to her bodily functions, then came back to the bedroom,
walking slowly in the heels. She found him sitting on the bed,
munching on his own breakfast.
Jennifer sat down next to him. "What now?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, actually," he said. "I haven't made plans for
the day."
"That's not what I meant," she asked. "What about us?" Richard
did not look like he fully understood the question. "Am I... am I
still just the hired help?"
"No, Jennifer," he said. "You are much more than that." He put
another bit of food in his mouth.
"Then what am I?" she asked. "What are we?"
Richard stopped chewing. "That's... not an easy question," he
said, then swallowed. "Not easy at all. Dear Jennifer... when I
first hired you, I was never expecting anything like *this*!"
"But isn't that what you were hoping for?" Jennifer asked.
"You're more than I dared hope for!" Richard replied
enthusiastically. "So much more!"
"But what am I to you?" she asked.
Richard was silent for a few seconds. "What do you want to be?"
he asked.
"I want to be with you for a long time," she said. "I want to
be at your side." The next words choked in her mouth. Dare I say
it? Will I lose him if I do?
The words came out, almost unwillingly. "I want to be your
wife," she said.
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 29-31
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