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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
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Chapter 39
Jennifer was sitting on a chair in Richard's den. She was
dressed in the black rubber maid's outfit again, complete with
corset, gloves, stockings, and locking six inch heels. Her crotch
was still dripping from the attention that Richard's tongue had been
giving it.
Richard was sitting at his desk, watching her as she dialed the
phone number that she knew all too well. After four rings, Jennifer
was starting to become concerned.
"Hello?" came a faint voice.
"Laura, is that you?"
"Yea," she said, almost a sigh.
"You don't sound well," said Jennifer.
"She... Mom... I'm sorry!" her sister said.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" asked Jennifer.
"Oh, god! I didn't want to, but I didn't know what else to do!"
"What are you talking about?" She heard Laura stop for a moment
to blow her nose.
"Mom was driving around this morning, and she saw me on my way
back from the dress fitting," she said. "I didn't mention it to her,
she just thought I was at work."
"God! Did she rake you over the coals?" Jennifer said, with
vivid memories coming to mind.
"She was more or less sober, so she was being her controll
everything, know everything, threaten to take away the car, cold
hearted bitch self!
"I didn't know what to say!" she said. "Maybe she saw where I
came from. I don't know. I'm sorry!" she said again.
"What exactly did you tell her?" asked Jennifer.
"I told her that I was getting a dress," she said. "That wasn't
good enough for her. It's like she knew something was up. She just
wouldn't stop... damn her!"
"What did you tell her?" Jennifer asked again.
"I told her that I had seen you," she said. "That you were
getting married. I'm sorry!"
Jennifer could not blame her sister. In her darkest memories,
she remembered their mother. Somehow, the woman knew exactly what
buttons to push with both of them. She knew what to threaten, what
failures of them to bring up and throw in their faces, what buttons
to push. She could never remember actually winning an argument with
the woman, or ever seeing her be nice to either of her daughters
without an ulterior motive.
With Jennifer, it was 'The Look That Could Kill' that would make her
crumble. With Laura, her mother ranted and raved and screamed until
Laura would give in, in tears.
"She knows when, too!" said Laura. "There's no way that I'll be
able to make it there. Mother will stop me. She threatened to take
my car away! It's in her name, after all. And even if I did, you
know that she'd follow me!"
"I know," Jennifer said with as large of a sigh as her corset
would allow.
"I'm sorry," she said again.
She saw that Richard was looking at her intently, with a
questioning look on his face. "Let me talk this over with Richard,"
she said. "I'll try to call back in a bit," she said.
"OK," said Laura. "You're not mad at me?"
"No, Laura, I'm not. I've lost track of the number of times
that she's done that sort of thing to me. I hoped... well, call you
back in a bit."
"Bye," Laura said simply.
Jennifer hung up the phone. "What's going on?" Richard asked.
Jennifer explained that Laura had spilled the beans to their
mother. "It's not Laura's fault," she said. "Our mother, the
paranoid witch, can just *do* that to us. I can't even exactly
explain how."
"Parents and offspring know each other in ways no one else can
understand," said Richard. "I understand, at least partially."
"What can we do?" asked Jennifer. "I really want Laura there.
Richard thought about that. "Why don't you want your mother
there?" he asked.
"Are you thinking of caving in and inviting her?!" Jennifer
said, eyes wide.
"Don't jump to conclusion yet," said Richard. "Why?"
Jennifer tried to calm down before answering. "Everything she's
touched in my life seems like it was ruined. My piano lessons, my
first boyfriend, the choir I sang in... damn it! It's like she
enjoys ruining my life! This is the first thing that's happened to
me that has been *good!* If my mother's there, she'll criticize
everything, she'll make a scene, she'll make a stink, she'll make me
look bad in front of everyone... that's just the way she is! That
woman is poison in a human form! I'm sure that she'll do her best to
find out more from Laura, like where we live. By tomorrow, I bet
she'll be thinking of ways to crash in and ruin everything!"
"I just have a thought," Richard said. "We might be able to get
rid of her by inviting her," he said.
"I don't understand at all," she said. "I don't want her to be
a part of my life anymore! I don't want her anywhere near me! I
also wish that Laura could move out of the house," she concluded.
"Without me there, my sister is getting all the attention now."
"Let me give you my ideas, and maybe you can give me a few as
well. We could invite your mother. However, there is a strict, and
I mean *strict* dresscode, especially for the female guests. Your
mother would not be excluded from this."
Jennifer tried to imagine it. "I still don't see how that
helps," she said.
"Is there anything that your mother particularly dislikes?" he
asked.
"Being humiliated," Jennifer said immediately. "That's why she
tries to humiliate me and my sister. I think that's what she fears
the most. I know this because I saw her at a restauraunt and she
made a complete fool of herself over this waiter. Afterwards... oh,
it was bad at home! She always likes to be in control, as well. She
always has to have the last word. Somehow, I don't think that
dressing her up is going to do it, though. She's never minded
showing her body off. That's never embarassed her, that I know of."
"Hmmm..." he said, chewing on his lip. "I'm still thinking.
But about your sister..." he said, "you know, lately you really
haven't been having much time to get things done around the house.
And that's only going to get worse after we're married."
Only going to get worse... that means I'll be doing less
housework... probably doing more with Richard... I like the sound of
that, concluded Jennifer. "What's your point?" she asked.
"Perhaps your sister could work here for a while," he said. "Be
the maid, and help out around here," he said. "That could really
free up your time around here," he said.
"That would get her out of the house," she said. "But... I
don't like to share," she said, looking at him. "Especially with my
sister."
Richard looked a bit surprised, then recovered. "I was not
suggesting anything of the sort," he said. "If you don't like the
idea..."
"As long as you know I don't like the idea of sharing, it will
be fine," said Jennifer. "I think that just about anything would be
better than life at home right now."
"There should be no problem with that," said Richard. "No
problem at all. But as for your mother, how about something like
this..."
Chapter 40
Saturday morning, Jennifer woke up in Richard's bed. The last
night's activities were a blur to her. She tried to stretch, but
found out that her hands and legs were tied spread-eagle to the bed.
She wore nothing other than her restraints. Richard was not in
the room, but she heard sounds of activity from outside the room.
Richard returned with breakfast on a tray and a box which he sat
down on the floor. He was clothed in nothing except a pair of
slippers, and the sight of this brought a smile to her face.
Richard fed her while she was still tied to the bed. After
feeding himself, Jennifer noticed that his penis was rather stiff.
"Isn't it a little early to have a hard-on?" Jennifer asked in a
teasing voice.
"It's never too early for that," he replied. Slowly, he slid
onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He ran a hand down the side
of her ribcage, and nibbled on the side of her neck with his lips.
"Oh, Richard!" she said aloud as a tremor passed through her
body. "Oh!" She thrust upward with her hips, hoping to touch his
manhood hovering just inches above her.
Richard did not leave her wanting for very long.
Jennifer emerged from the shower with a towel over her head.
She didn't even think of covering herself as she walked into
Richard's room. She wore slippers with five inch heels as she walked
out.
"So, what surprise do you have for me today?" she asked him.
Richard gave her a slight smile. He held up a piece of shiny
black rubber that Jennfier identified as a body suit.
The suit unlaced in back. Richard helped her step into it after
she kicked off her slippers, and she noticed that he had spread some
sort of white powder on the inside that made it slide on smoothly.
She found herself balancing on her tiptoes, unable to lower her heels
without extreme discomfort. She hoped that Richard would put some
shoes on her soon.
The suit covered her feet and legs entirely. There was a long
opening between the legs that would give ample access to her crotch.
As Richard slid it up on her, she felt that the rubber around her
waist was much thicker and stiffer. When it was laced up, she was
sure that it would act like a corset.
Like that should surprise me any, Jennifer thought. Next, she
put her arms into the body suit. When they were in place, she saw
that each sleeve ended in a thumbless mitten. The rubber of the
mittens was very stiff and unyeilding, making her hands effectively
useless.
The last part of her body to go into the outfit was her head.
She found something hard and unyeilding inside the hood, where her
mouth wanted to be. Taking a guess, she opened her mouth and sucked
it inside.
Sure enough, the hood came on easily afterwards. As Richard
started to lace the back of it up, she was able to see herself in the
mirror. The hood had small holes for the eyes, and even smaller
holes for her nose. Her mouth was completely covered, except for a
single tiny hole that hissed as she tried to breathe through her
mouth. From the feel of what was in her mouth, she guessed that it
was a short rubber dildo with some sort of breathing tube in it.
Richard lace it tight, but not as tight as the corsets she had
been wearing lately. After he was done, he led her over to the bed
and put locking six inch black heels on her feet.
I can manage pretty well in these, Jennifer thought to herself.
And to imagine that I used to have trouble in three inch heels!
"One more thing," said Richard. He went over to a drawer and
pulled out what looked to be a large rubber coated watchspring with a
small box on one end. What the heck is that? Jennifer wondered.
Richard attached the small box to the front of her corset.
Then, he pulled the springy rubber device down and into her crotch.
When it was in place, it hugged her body tightly from waist to
the inside of her vaginal cavity. She could feel that it wanted to
curl up even tighter, and stayed tight against her even as she moved.
Right around her clit, it felt like the spring was a bit wider.
"I can tell that you're curious," he said. "There are three
parts to the device. At your waist, there is the power source. At
your favorite place, there is a tiny vibrator. Within you, there is
a conductivity detector."
She felt a low hum suddenly start right next to her clitoris.
Jennifer tried to grab the rubber spring with her hand, but the heavy
guage rubber prevented her from doing more than pawing herself.
"A sexually aroused woman will secrete a good amount of fluid
down there," he explained. "The conductivity detector is sensitive
to changes in moisture. In essence, whenever you dry out down there,
it will start to vibrate. When you get wet again, it will stop."
Sure enough, after a minute of stimulation and as the juices
started to flow, the vibrations within her stopped. Jennifer made a
tiny moaning sound through the hole in her dildo gag. This thing is
going to drive me nuts!
"I just want to make sure that you're ready for me anytime that
I want to take you today. As you can see, it doesn't get in the way
of sex at all."
A satisfied smile came across his face. Where the hell does he
come up with these ideas? she wondered.
During the rest of the day, Richard had his way with her five
times. Each time, there was less preparation than the last. Thanks
to the sporadically vibrating device in her, she was always wet and
lubricated, ready for him to enter her.
The last time, Jennifer had turned around, just in time to see
Richard's erect cock as he pulled her to the floor and thrust into
her a second later. Jennifer orgasmed every time that he took her,
and on one occasion she orgasmed twice.
It was late evening before Richard let her out of the rubber
outfit and took the device out of her.
"Suppertime," said Richard, as he headed for the kitchen.
Jennifer remembered her previous trobles walking without shoes.
Before following him, she took the opportunity to put the six inch
heels back on her feet and lock them on.
They had dinner nude, except that Jennifer wore the shoes.
"Your mother should have received the invitation today," said
Richard.
"I hope that Laura's allright, replied Jennifer.
"Well, with an official invitation, I don't think that your
mother will be as eager to ferret out information from your sister."
"I half expect to see her show up on our doorstep anytime now.
I'm afraid that she's going to throw some sort of fit and keep Laura
from showing up. I don't know why, but I just have a bad feeling
about this."
Richard thought about this while he played with his food. "Do
you have something in mind?" he asked.
"I just wish there was a way to get her out of the house *now*,"
said Jennica. "That way, my mother couldn't pull anything at the
last minute."
"I have an idea," said Richard. "Your old apartment is still
paid for. I made sure of that shortly after you started working
here. Perhaps Laura could look after it for a few days."
Jennifer had forgotten that detail. "That would be a good
idea!" she said. "I hope that Laura will go for it. I can ask her
monday at our fittings."
"Come on," Richard said as he pushed back his chair and stood
up. "The supper dishes can be cleaned up tomorrow."
Jennifer gladly complied and followed Richard back to his
bedroom, walking in her six inch heels.
Chapter 41
SMASH!
Jennifer watched the pieces of the bowl scatter about the
kitchen floor. "What was that?" came Richard's voice.
"A bowl," said Jennifer. She walked in her heels over to the
closet and found a broom to clean it up.
By the time she had returned, Richard was at the doorway.
Jennifer was again dressed in the high necked rubber maid's outfit,
with rubber gloves, corset, rubber stockings, and six inch black
heels. "Come on," said Richard.
"I have to clean this up first," she said.
"You have to be punished," he replied calmly.
"Punished?! I'm almost married to you!"
"Do you think that you can get away with this now? I think not.
You will still be punished for your mistakes when you're married to
me."
Jennifer fumed, then calmed down. "All right," she conceded.
"I was a bad girl." She remembered that Richard's 'punishments' were
often not true punishments at all.
Richard led her to his den. He pulled out a chair, and had her
stand behind it. Out of his desk drawer, he pulled out a good
quantity of rope and tied her legs to the legs of the chair.
The next item he procured was a dildo. Seven inches long and
rather thick, it took him some time to work it into her pussy.
He bent her over the back of the chair. The chair was at just
the right height that the base of the dildo was against the top of
the chair. He then tied her hands to the front legs of the chair.
Jennfier ground around, and found that she could move the dildo
around quite nicely. "Mmmm..." she said aloud.
Richard went back to his desk, and shed his clothes. Jennifer
could not see what he was doing because her view behind her was
blocked by the wide expanse of the skirt of the maid's outfit.
She felt his penis brush up agains her buttocks. This time, it
felt very wet and slippery, like he had applied lubricant.
Jennifer let out a gasp as he slowly guided it up into her anus.
"God!' she exclaimed. Richard had put plugs up there before,
but she could not remember him ever screwing her there before! "What
are you doing?"
"Giving you a lesson," he said. "Very bad girls can get it this
way."
Richard was very slow with his movements within her. The
initial discomfort was soon past, and soon she was grinding around,
moving the dildo around within her. Without a vibrating toy, the
process was slower, but her excitement level did rise. She was
coming close, very close...
The tightness of the corset was again apparent, especially with
her bent over position. "I'm so close," she said. "so close..."
Richard stayed within her as she brought herself to a
torturously slow and protracted orgasm. When she was done, he was
still there, inside of her, as hard as before. "How... how long are
you going to take?" she asked.
"That depends upon how long it takes for you to get me to a
climax," he said, moving back and forth ever so slightly withing her.
"Oh, god!" she said aloud. This is going to be a long
morning...
Jennifer moved her hips forward and back, as much as her
restraints would allow. Richard stayed with her, resulting in only
the slightest sensations of motion.
The dildo was moving around inside of her again. All she
accomplished was to excite herself further. Soon, she lost track of
her original goal, and was simply grinding agains the back of the
chair.
Her head was swimming from her shortness of breath by the time
that a second orgasm went through her. When she came back to
reality, Richard was *still* there, moving slightly back and forth
inside of her rear opening.
She finally came up with a different strategy. Jennifer
clenched her rear muscles as tight as she could, in pulses, as she
wriggled and moved as best she could. She tried to feel his motions,
and counter them with her sphinter muscle clenches as tightly as she
could. She tried to push him out of her, as well, like a bowel
movement.
The combination of all of this finally sent Richard over the
edge. She could feel him spurt his juices within her, and finally he
slipped out of her rear.
She was close as well, and she took a few minutes to bring
herself to a climax as well.
"Remember," he said, as he untied her, "Remember that I will
expect this from you as well," he said.
Chapter 42
This time, Jennifer and Laura did not manage to cross paths
until their respective fittings were over with.
The two girls sat in the main lobby of Fantasy Supreme. Laura
was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and in her hands she had a large
box. Jennifer was wearing only a long shiny black vinyl coat, with
the belt cinched so tightly that she must be wearing a corset
underneath. Her feet were in six inch black heels.
"So, do you want to stay at my old apartment?" Jennifer asked.
"That would be great!" Laura replied instantly. "I would have
moved out before, but there's just no way I could afford it right
now."
Jennifer nodded. "There's a key in a crack in the molding
around the door," she said. "On the right, near the foor. You
should be able to find it without a problem."
"Mother threatens to kick me out onto the street every once in a
while," said Laura. "Now she can't threaten me with *that* anymore!"
"Did she get the invitation?" Jennifer asked.
"She did. She was upset at first, that you had not even talked
to her about it. Then she called a couple of her friends up. She
was talking so loud that I couldn't help but hear her. One of her
friends told her that your fiancee was a multi-millionaire, and
suddenly she was very quiet about the whole thing."
"Has she given you any more grief about it?" Jennifer asked.
"Not since the invitation arrived. I think she was almost nice
to me today."
"Now *that* really worries me."
"Tell me about it. Actually, I think I'm going to go to your
apartment right after this, and drop the dress off there. Do you
think that mother would really wear something like this?" she said.
"Maybe," said Jennifer, with a thought crossing her mind. "I
take it you're going to go home and get some of your stuff?" she
asked.
"Sure. How long can I stay there?" she asked.
"For as long as you would like," replied Jennifer. "I think
that it's paid up for several months. But... when you see mother
next, could you drop her a hint that there will be some wedding
guests that are just as wealthy as Richard *and* unmarried right
now?"
"Sure... but why? Are *you* up to something now?" she asked.
"Could be. That's even a true statement. There *will* be a
couple of unmarried available men at the wedding. And they know that
the wedding is going to be...ah... different. Every one of the guys
that will be there is just as kinky as Richard."
"I'll tell her," said Laura. "You know, she'll do her best to
throw herself at one of them. They'd probably be a hell of a lot
better than some of the guys she's dragged home!"
A car pulled up outside the lobby, and Jennifer saw Richard step
out of it. "My ride is here. Oh, take this," she said, handing
Laura a slip of paper. "That's our phone number, just in case you
need something. Leave it at the apartment. I'd rather not give it
to mother."
Laura nodded, and waved goodbye as Jennifer and Richard drove
off.
"Is Laura going to move out?" Richard asked.
Jennifer nodded. "She didn't even have to think about it."
"I still haven't met this mother of yours that you talk of," he
said. "But I suppose that it's tradition to dislike the
mother-in-law."
"I had a brainstorm while I was waiting," said Jennifer. "I
told Laura to tell mother that there would be unattached guests at
the wedding. They would be filthy rich and... um... kinky. I
thought that would get my mother to come along and cooperate."
"Hmmm... that should work. I take it that money can act as an
aphrodisiac for your mother?"
"I'd have to say yes," she said.
Richard rolled his eyes. "That's exactly the type of woman that
always seemed to throw herself at me. That is, until you came
around. Oh, well."
"You know, maybe we could take this a little further," Jennifer
thought. Maybe we could talk one of the three unmarried guys into...
well... stringing her along.
"Adam is engaged," Richard said. "And Collin... well... I fear
that he would end up actually being taken in by your mother. No... I
think that Ben might be the best bet."
Jennifer thought back to Vicki's descriptions. "Ben has... what
is it? Two live in girlfriends?"
"But he's technically not married," said Richard. "Actually,
Ben might be very willing to help out. Is your mother a good looking
woman, or not?"
"She still has a good figure, I guess," said Jennifer. "She can
always find a good looking guy when she heads out for the bars to
troll for a bed partner."
"Let me give Ben a call when we get back," he said.
Jennifer watched as Richard hung up the phone. "He'll be happy
to do it," he said. "I could almost hear him drooling over the
phone."
Just seconds later, the phone rang. Richard picked it up, then
handed it to Jennifer. "It's for you," he said.
"Hello?"
"Jen? It's Laura," came the voice on the other end of the
phone."
"My sister," she said to Richard. He nodded, then walked out of
his den, leaving her alone to talk with her sister. "What's up?" she
asked her sister.
"Well... I looked at all the stuff that comes along with this
dress," she said. "I knew about the corset, and the shoes, and I've
tried on the dress. But there's this other thing in here..." she
said.
"Yes?"
"It looks like... well, it looks like something that has two
rubber dongs on it! It's some kind of belt or something. There are
batteries with this thing, that go with the dongs. Am I really
supposed to wear this? My god! What a sick idea!"
"I'm sure that if you don't want to, you don't have to," she
said.
"You... you don't sound surprised by this?"
"Do you think you're the only one? Or the first to wear
something like that? I bet that will be standard issue for the
female guests."
"Have *you* worn this?" Laura asked.
"Several times," she replied calmly.
"God!" said Laura. "What's it like?"
"Interesting, I'll say," she said. There was a long silence
from Laura. "You know, you could always try it out first, alone" she
said. "To see if you'll be able to handle it during the wedding."
"I... geez! Your boyfriend is sick!"
"Laura... you know, I can't imagine him any other way! And
think about this: Even with all this 'sick' stuff, I'm still going
to marry him!"
There was another long pause. "I... guess I'll try it out,
then." she said.
"Your choice, of course," she said. "Call me back when you've
made up your mind."
A few hours later, the phone rang again. Richard had been on
the phone, making calls, and had Jennifer underneath his desk, in the
corset and heels, giving oral attention to his penis.
"It's for you," Richard said, backing his chair up.
Jennifer wiped her face off with her hands before crawling out.
Richard handed her the phone and let her sit down on his lap.
She felt his hard, wet penis up against her back. "Hello?" she
said.
"Ah, hi," came the voice of Laura.
"Have you made a decision?" guessed Jennifer.
"I think I'll try to wear it," said Laura.
"So, what did you think?" Jennifer asked.
"Well..." said Laura. There was a long pause. "My batteries
wore out."
Jennifer couldn't help herself, and she started laughing.
====================
HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 39-42
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