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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
dark1@inwave.com
Chapter 48
Richard's batteried did indeed run out soon afterwards.
After the last erg of energy died in Richard's belt, he finally
pulled away from her. "It's out?" she said dreamily.
"I'm afraid so," he replied.
"Would you care to untie me?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said. "Perhaps I'll just leave you here
while I get out of this."
"Good luck," she said, with a smile. "If you can find your
keys."
Richard returned her smile. "Still devious. I have to admire
that." He looked down at himself, and saw the black rubber that
covered him. "It has been a long time since I've worn this," he
said, "and the first time with a like minded partner. I would like
to continue this a bit longer, if that's all right with you,"
Jennifer looked up at him. "If you want... but can we take a
break for a bit?" she asked. "Why don't you untie my wrists and
legs... at least for a little while," she said with a wink. "You'll
get to tie them back up, don't worry!"
Richard knelt down and released her from the bar and freed her
wrists. "That's better. Now, why don't you be a good maid and find
another set of batteries for that box of yours? I assume you have
more?"
"Yes, I do," he said. "You'll have to put them in."
"I can wait," she said. Richard slowly walked away in his six
plus inch heels. He returned several minutes later, with an odd
looking square battery in his black rubber covered hand.
"The entire bottom of the box is the battery," he said. "You
have to pop it off and replace it with this."
Jennifer knelt down and replaced it without too much trouble.
"There you go," she said, playing with the knobs to obtain a five
second pulse with a minute between pulses. "Now, why don't you fix
supper while I hunt down a few more ideas?"
By the time supper was ready, Jennifer had finished her search
of the basement for interesting toys. She put them in the living
room, then made her way to the kitchen to sit down for an early
supper.
Richard was a fairly accomplished cook, and even with his
outrageous outfit on, he had managed to cook without apparently
spilling or breaking anything. "That smells good," she said as she
crossed her leather booted legs.
The vibrations continued every minute, but there was no
indication that Richard managed to climax with them. Dinner was very
hurried, and quiet. She could almost taste Richard's eagerness to
find out what she had planned.
Jennifer simply watched as Richard cleaned up the kitchen. When
he was finally done, she led him to the living room again.
"I think these were designed for a woman, but they'll serve
nicely now," said Jennifer. "Care to sit down for a moment?"
Jennifer slid a pair of black rubber panties up past his high
heeled shoes. When it was about at his knees, he stood up to let her
pull them the rest of the way in place.
These panties had an eight inch dildo protruding from the front
of it. Jennifer had to move the control box a bit to put it in
place. Richard grinned when he saw them, and she smiled back.
The next thing she brought out was a shiny black latex hood.
There were eyeholes , and tiny noseholes, and a single small
breathing tube. On the inside, there was a short dildo in place,
with a breathing hole through it.
Richard did not object as she put it in place. There was just
enough space between the posture collar and his head to get the latex
through and under it. "I thougth that we'd try this without
talking," she said, bringing out a small ball gag for herself. "Let
me change your adjustments a bit," she said, fiddling with the knobs
of the controller, "then, after I put this on, you can put the bar
back on and tie my wrists. After that... no rules are needed, I
bet."
Jennifer put the gag in her mouth and buckled it in place. She
lowered herself to the carpeted livingroom floor and spread her legs
wide while lying down.
Richard obligingly put the spreader bar back in place.
Kneeling, he tied her wrists to the corset.
Jennifer knew that she was wet yet again. Richard climbed over
her, and slowly lowered his rubber phallus into her.
As the vibrations in his belt kicked on, he started to thrust
inside of her. As he finished his thrust, she felt a small throb
from the dildo that was inside of her.
With a shock, she realized that the dildo itself was vibrating,
but only when he had it pushed fully inside of her. No wonder he was
grinning! she thought. He probably has some sort of pressure switch
in it!
Richard's belt continued to vibrate, and he kept thrusting
inside of her, with the rubber skirt of his maid's outfit brushing
her with every stroke. He brought her closer and closer to a
culmination, oh so close...
The vibrations in his belt finally stopped. She thought that
she had set it to about two minutes on, and ten off. After Richard's
belt fell quiet, he leaned down on top of her.
Jennifer's theory about a pressure switch turned out to be
correct. As soon as he was fully inside of her, the vibrations from
the dildo continued without a pause.
I've created a monster! she thought, looking up into Richard's
smiling eyes.
Chapter 49
Jennifer woke up to the feeling of sunlight warming her body.
She was lying on her side, and she could feel Richard's warm body at
her back.
Last evening was something of a blur to her. Did I pass out?
she wondered. Jennifer snuggled up closer to him, and he put his arm
around her body.
He felt naked against her. I must have told him where the keys
were, she thought.
As Jennifer stretched and scratched, she discovered that she was
not completely naked. The shiny black leather boots with the six and
a half inch heels were still on her legs. The corset, gag, and
legspreader were gone.
All she could remember was her hot body squirming against
Richard's rubber encased form. She thought she had passed out... but
then she remembered waking up, and Richard going to it immediately
afterwards.
Jennifer stopped trying to think about it and just enjoyed being
next to Richard. One of her eyes cracked open, and she saw a
familiar piece of jewelry on the nightstand.
It was her engagement ring. She had not been wearing it much,
as the ordeals that she went through for Richard could easily have
resulted in the ring becoming damaged. Smiling, she reached out and
worked it onto her finger. Tomorrow, there will be another ring, to
go with it, she thought.
She was finally motivated to get up when her stomach started to
grumble. Jennifer turned around to face Richard. "Awake yet?" she
asked, then kissed him on the lips.
A gentle smile came across his face. "Not yet," he said. His
eyes opened up. "Now I am."
Jennifer shook her head slightly. "My stomach clock went off,"
she said. "Want me to make it?"
"If you would be so kind," he said.
Jennifer kissed him again, then swung her legs around and off of
the bed. The heels were taller than the six inch heels that she had
almost grown used to. However, the boots seemed to reinforce her
feet more than a pair of shoes would. By the time she was in the
kitchen, she felt that she had the hang of it.
Richard was still dozing in bed when she returned. "So," she
asked. "Are you going to let me organize the fun sometimes?" she
asked.
"I think so," he replied. "When I first met you, I thought you
were such an innocent. I'm glad that I was wrong."
"I had a good teacher," she replied.
Richard was slow to eat his food, and seemed to be moving
sluggishly. "Are you allright?" she asked.
"I... just didn't sleep too well last night," he said. "I don't
think I dozed off until two in the morning."
"When did you put me to bed?" she asked. "I'm a little fuzzy on
that detail.
"About eleven, I think," he said. "You were so out of it, that
I had to go and find the keys myself."
Jennifer looked up at the ceiling. "Sorry. How long did it
take?"
"About a half of an hour," he said. "I really had to take a
dump."
"My apologies," she said again.
"No. I should have cleaned everything out first. I'll remember
for next time."
"So," she said, putting down her fork. "what do you have
planned for today?"
"Very little, actually," he said. "Or a great deal, depending
on how you look at it. There are going to be some workers coming in
to get the back yard ready for tomorrow, and there are numerous other
details to attend to," he said. "We should both be at least somewhat
presentable."
"What you call presentable is very different from what everyone
else calls presentable," she said with a grin.
"Point taken."
"So, what should I be presentable in?" she asked. "And what is
going to be under it?"
"Reading my mind, I see," he said. "I think I have just the
thing in mind..."
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. "Right on the edge,
but where else would you be?" she asked.
The thigh high boots of before were still a part of her outfit.
A very tight leather pencil skirt started at her waist, and ended at
her knees. The black leather corset that she wore under it was
visible above her tiny waist. The corset ended below her breasts,
leaving a bit of her ribcage exposed.
The coverage of her breasts was the minimum necessary to appear
in public. Triangles of supple black leather no more than four
inches on a side covered her nipples. At the corners of the
triangles, thin shiny metal chains emerged, forming what looked to be
a bikini top with shoulder straps.
Her arms and shoulders were bare. Richard had let her bathe and
do her hair before donning the outfit. Her curly brown hair was now
pulled back by a large hair clip, and cascaded down her back in a way
that resembled a horse's mane.
Richard was dressed in a dress shirt, slacks, and a tie. "You
look splendid, darling," he said.
"Thank you," she replied.
The doorbell rang, and Richard went to answer it. "Probably the
carpenters, or perhaps the florists" he said as he left the room.
After he was gone, she heard the phone ringing. That must be
Laura, she thought as she wriggled over to the phone in her tight
skirt and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Jennifer? Is that you?" came an all too familiar voice.
"Mother?" she said. Her hand started to tighten around the
phone.
"What do you think you're doing, going out and getting married
without even talking to me about it! I haven't even met this man!
What's come over you, girl?"
Jennifer tried to reply, but her mother continued on. "You
haven't even talked to me for over a month! I'm your MOTHER, for
god's sake!"
"I can never forget that," Jennifer shot in, with an edge of
bitterness.
"Your fiancee must be some real weirdo!" her mother continued.
"Have you seen the dress he wants me to wear to the wedding? How
could anyone go out in public like that?"
"My fiancee is a wonderful man," she said. Jennifer was
trembling, but her voice did not show it. "His tastes may be a
little different... but your dress will actually be rather mild,
compared to what is required of the other guests," she said. "That's
what Richard... that's what *we* have decided. If you don't like it,
you don't have to show up."
There was a silence from the other end of the line. I don't
believe it! I actually shut my mother up!
Jennifer's victory was short lived. "Of course I will show up,"
she said. "Even with this atrocious dress. I can make this
sacrafice for my daughter." Jennifer almost choked on this. Trying
to make me feel guilty? Trying to sound like the martyr?
"Is there anything else?" Jennifer asked, "or did you just call
to tell me that I'm making a terrible mistake and talk me out of
this? Or would you prefer to just insult me and tell me what a
failure I am?"
"It's your life," she said sweetly. "No need to get angry with
me."
No need to... Jennifer started to shake more violently. There
are over twenty years of need to get angry with you. If it's my
life, why have you kept messing with my life and Laura's? Why don't
you just butt out and stay out?
This was spoken only in her mind. "I'll see you tomorrow,"
Jennifer said, and slammed the phone down before hearing the reply.
Richard walked back into the room. "What was that?" he asked.
"That... was my mother."
Richard ran over to her, and held her as the tears started to
roll out of her eyes.
Chapter 50
Jennifer was back in the cave.
Her guide was gone, and she was walking down a long tunnel.
Close, she knew, so close...
Suddenly, there was light all around. "You're here," came a
female voice.
A woman stepped forward, out of the light. She was dressed in
rubber, as a properly corsetted and heeled french maid.
"Do I know you?" Jennifer asked.
"No," he said. "But Richard does, and always will. I'm his
mother."
Jennifer thought furiously. I had to defeat Susana on my way.
How do I defeat her?
"You cannot defeat me," she said. "I am a part of his life so
deeply ingrained that there is nothing you can do to remove me."
"I..." she paused to think. "Why should I want to?" she said.
"Because of you, that's the way he is. Or, you're a large part of
it."
The woman smiled at this. "You may pass. There are no others
that will stand in your way."
The cave faded away. Jennifer found herself in a spring meadow.
Now, she found herself dressed in the outfit that Richard's mother
had been wearing.
A short path led to a clearing. There, a small wooden box was
on a treestump. She took the key that she had won as a mermaid, and
put it into the box.
The box opened up, and a dazzling array of light emerged from
it. At first, she saw a huge diamond inside of it, then a ring.
She reached inside of the box and took ahold of the ring. It
slid easily onto the ring finger of her left hand.
Jennifer flung the feather into the air. The two birds were now
back, circling overhead. One of them held huge clumps of billowy
clouds in its talons while the other swooped down upon her.
Moments later, she was walking in the clouds, with the birds
swirling around her. The sun was beginning to set, and the first of
th evening stars could be seen. She was dressed in a gown of
voluminous white clouds, and she could see Richard walking towards
her, smiling, down a staircase that led from the sky.
Saturday.
Jennifer opened her eyes, and saw a beautiful blue sky outside
the window. The window had been left open a crack, and the sweet
smell of spring flowers travelled to her nose.
"Mmmmmm," she said, snuggling closer to Richard.
She had spent the night in the boots and corset. The wet spot
had been on Richard's side of the bed, which was why they were both
huddled together on her side.
Richard nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear. "I am going to go
to take off soon," he said.
"Why?" Jennifer said, alarmed.
"It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the
wedding," he said. "Vicki and Mary will be here soon to help you get
ready. It's after nine now, and the wedding is scheduled to start at
four. I have a feeling that you will be rushed for time as it is."
Jennifer did not reply as Richard left the bed. "You should
soak in the tub for awhile," he said. "By the time that you're done,
they should be here."
"I'll miss you," she said.
"It's only going to be for a few hours!" he said. "And after
we're back together, you'll be Misses Jennifer Hane. That is, if you
want to change your name. I guess we could have one of those awful
hyphenated monstrosities, if you want..."
"No. Misses Jennifer Hane sounds wonderful," she said.
Jennifer swung out of bed and walked up to him in her high
heeled leather boots and corset. "I love you," she said, then kissed
him.
"I love you too," he replied. Richard kissed her, then looked
at her leather clad body. "Oh, do I love you!"
He tore his eyes away and headed down the hallway.
Jennifer walked out of the bathroom, wearing her pair of five
inch heeled slippers and one of Richard's bathrobes. She heard
sounds of voices from the living room.
"Who's there?" she askes as she walked towards the voices.
"Just us," came Vicki's voice. "Richard gave us a key."
Jennifer saw Vicki and the dressmaker Mary sitting on a couch in
the living room. There was a movable dress rack that had the various
parts of Jennifer's wedding dress hung up, obscured by protective
plastic bags.
Vicki was wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings,
six inch black heels, and a black leather halter top. "This is not
my bridesmaid's outfit," she said as Jennifer examined her. "I know.
This look is rather plain."
Mary and Jennifer smiled at this little joke. Mary was wearing
a black vinyl bodysuit, with a cutout around her bellybutton. She
sported slightly shorter heels than Vicki.
"I think that we had better get started," she said. "We don't
have a lot of time."
Jennifer was sitting on a chair in the large main bathroom of
the house, still wearing the bathroom. Behind her, Vicki was combing
her hair while Mary worked on her nails.
"How many tangles do you have in this jungle back here?" Vicki
asked.
"Too many," Jennifer replied. "I... haven't had a chance to
attend to little things like that lately."
"Been too busy?" Mary asked.
"You could say that," she replied.
"And these nails!" Mary exclaimed. "They are really going to
need help!"
"Do whatever you have to," she replied.
Mary picked up Jennifer's hand and looked at it closely. "Maybe
we should just cut them all off and wait a few months before trying
this again," she said. "The wedding can wait, can't it?"
"Mary!" exclaimed Jennifer.
The dressmaker smiled, and started to pull out supplied from her
manicure kit. "A bit of high tech first aid is called for,
especially for your wedding day," she said. "You have to look your
best."
She watched Mary work as she felt Vicki starting to pull and
braid her hair. "We'll have to talk to the florist to finish your
hair," Vicki said. "No veil for you, honey. Just a boquet of
flowers woven into your hair."
"No veil?" Jennifer said. She did remember that she had never
tried one on during her fittings.
"I think that Richard want's everyone to be able to see his
bride very clearly," said Mary.
Jennifer smiled at this, relaxed, and let the two of them do
their work.
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror after they had finished
the next stage of their work.
Mary had expertly glued extensions to her fingernails that were
done so well as to be undetectable. They were now painted a vibrant,
passionate red and were almost dry.
Her hair had been arranged into a french braid, with elaborate
crossings and re-crossings. The florist was not yet there, so more
work needed to be done.
Jennifer had never been terribly good with makeup, and was
watching with amazement as they worked on her face. Her eyebrows
were plucked, penciled, and perfectly shaped. A delicate blue
eyeliner had been used, and a similar color eyeshadow had been
lightly applied. Her eyelashes were now long and luxurious, and just
a bit darker than before.
The makeup hid the few tiny blemishes that existed on her face.
Just a touch of red had been applied to her cheeks, giving her that
slightly flushed look.
The lipstick was the same vibrant shade of red as her
fingernails, and applied perfectly. Jennifer was almost afraid to
talk, afraid that she would smear it.
The face that looked back at her from the mirror was truly
stunning. In it's entirety, in even frightened her a bit. I didn't
know that I could look like that.
Jennifer braced herself against the wall as the two women pulled
her white satin corset tight. "I knew that there was a reason that I
used the motors in the dressing room," said Mary.
"That doesn't help us now," replied Vicki.
Her two corset pullers were breathing heavily. Jennifer's face
was in the airstream of a fan, and she tried to stay relaxed as the
corset grew tighter and tighter around her.
The corsetting ordeal took almost a half of an hour. After
that, the other parts were swifter.
Jennifer was expecting the hobble slip to be next. But,
instead, Vicki pulled out a white leather chastity belt with two
built in phalluses. "That wasn't in the fitting sessions," she said.
"No. This is a surprise from Richard," she said, applying lube.
"I dare not say anything more about it, except that he was sure that
it would fit."
There was no lock on the belt, but considering what she would be
wearing over it,
it hardly mattered. She was about to put it in herself, but Vicki
stopped her. "Can't risk the nails," she said.
Jennifer tried to stay still as Vicki worked the butt plug and
dildo up inside of her. Jennifer was half expecting the plugs to
vibrate as soon as the buckle was closed, like Laura's would do. She
was surprised when they stayed quiet.
"I bet that will make the walk down the aisle *really*
interesting," said Mary.
The shoes were next. These were the same seven inch white heels
that she had worn in the fitting room. They had buckling straps that
made them impossible to kick off. "It's a bear to walk in these,"
she said, "even with the practice I've had."
"Belive me, we both know," said Mary.
Next, Vicki helped her into the white satin hobble skirt that
served as her slip. "Most brides have to concentrate to walk down
the aisle slowly," commented Vicki. "I don't think that will be a
problem for you."
"Doesn't look that way, does it," she said.
The crinoline underskirts were next. Instead of slipping them
on over her head, as before, they helped her to slide them up over
her hips. "Don't want to mess up the hair or makeup," Mary said.
There were six of them, and they fastened to the bottom edge of
the corset. She was now surrounded by stiff, fluffy petticoats for
at least six feet in each direction.
There was the sound of a doorbell ringing. "That must be the
florist," said Mary.
"What time is it, anyway?" asked Vicki.
Mary did not reply immediately. When she returned, she had
several boxes containing flowers. "It's almost three," she said.
"First guests will be here in a half of an hour. Vicki, you'd better
get ready yourself. I think I can finish Jennifer up on my own.
Vicki looked at Jennifer. "You look fabulous!" she exclaimed.
"But I have to get myself ready. Oh," she said, in the doorway,
"Just a bit of trivia I managed to pick up. Chastity belts with toys
are mandatory for all the female guests, with the exception of your
mother," she said. "I don't know what makes *her* so special!"
"Join the club," Jennifer replied with a hint of bitterness.
"But Richard has a sense of balance, this time. All the men
will *also* be wearing belts. Theirs will all have plugs and tight
sheaths for their precious little penises."
"You've got one *kinky* man there," said Mary.
"Don't I know it," she said as Mary pushed through Jennifer's
petticoats and helped her to get into her dress.
Mary rolled out a mirror to let her see the full effect. "What
do you think?" she asked.
Her hair had been french braided and pulled back to her head,
held there by a diamond studded hairclip. Mary had carefully teased
out a few hairs, to form a delicate halo of gold around her head.
White flowers were woven into her hair, forming their own halo.
The sweet smell tickled her nose, and she almost sneezed once.
Miraculously, her makeup had survived to this point, and Mary
had to apply only one minor touch-up.
The dress itself was a wonder of shiny satin. It covered her
neck tightly, and had very full puffed shoulders. The sleeves were
long, and ended with delicate white lacing surrounding each wrist.
The ladylike neckline was completely at odds with the
heart-shaped cutout in the satin. The bottom tip extended deep down
between her breasts, and it was large enough to almost expose her
nipples to the world. This opening was covered by the thinnest of
fimly white veil-like materials, and in Jennifer's mind, it might as
well not be there.
The outline of the heart cutout was decorated with a dizzying
array of beadwork. This abruptly ended and the waist of the dress
was detailed only by a barely visible network of pale blue stitching.
After the tiny waist was reached, the dress flared out in a
spectacular display of white. Beadwork, embroidery, and lace were
sparsely but very effectively used in gentle curves to actually
accentuate the huge size of the dress.
In front, the dress ended with a lace edge just an inch above
the floor, even in her seven inch heels. Behind her, there was a
train that extended a good thirty feet behind her. Three large bows
of white satin had been worked into the fabric behind her, one just
behind her derrier, and two more further down on the back of the
dress. "This definitely has Princess Di beat," she declared.
"I think our first guests are here," said Mary.
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 48-50
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