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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
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Chapter 51
"Oh my god, Jennifer! You look fabulous!"
She saw her sister Laura walk into the room, taking small steps
in her blue vinyl hobble dress. She had a matching heart-shaped
cutout in her dress, covered with thin blue fabric, and her figure
was definitely accentuated by a corset. She seemed to be walking
confidently in her matching blue heels.
Laura walked up to the edge of Jennifer's skirt. She heard a
faint buzzing noise, then saw a look of intense concentration come
across Laura's face.
"Belt is in, I see," she said.
Laura nodded. "I practiced," she said.
Jennifer rememberd that the belt used two C batteries that
lasted an hour or two. "How many batteries did you go through?" she
asked.
"A dozen or so, I think," Laura replied.
Jennifer smiled and giggled a bit. "Hey! I had to make sure I
had enough practice," Laura declared.
"You won't hear me objecting any," she said. "Vicki told me
that belts like that are mandatory for all the female guests, except
mother," she said.
"Is mother here yet?" Laura asked suddenly.
"If she is, I haven't seen her yet," replied Jennifer.
Laura shook her head and took a shallow breath. "Does that mean
that you..."
Jennifer nodded. "I've got one too. And the guys have
something like it in too."
Laura rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, I just don't believe I'm
doing this," she said.
Jennifer heard more shoes on the floor. "I'm ready," said
Vicki.
Vicki's outfit was very similar to Jennifer's, but was made out
of tight blue rubber. "Oohhh," she said suddenly, leaning against a
wall, with the faintest of buzzing sounds being audible. There was
an intense look of concentration, and a waggling of the hips. "Maybe
I'm not ready."
"Should have practiced more," Laura said sagely.
"That's easy for you to say," Vicki shot back. "I doubh that
you have a husband that would take the belt off you at the slightest
hint of sexual excitement, and insist upon doing it himself!"
"Ah, no. I don't have one of those," Laura said quietly.
Vicki's buzzing stopped, only to be replaced by a buzzing from
Laura. She hardly flinched at all, only stood still for a few
seconds with the slightest of pelvic twitching visible, then the
buzzing stopped.
There was again the clicking of heels upon the floor. The four
women looked up, and saw a woman dressed up as a french maid
approaching.
"Becky!" exclaimed Vicki. "You're finally here!"
The woman was dressed in a very tight black rubber french maid's
ouftit. She had matching black heels, and fishnet stockings
underneath. This outfit had only short sleeves, and extended down
far enough to expose most of the top halves of her breasts. The
waist was very narrow and rigid, indicative of a corset underneath.
As she walked towards them, they heard a distinctive vibrating noise,
but this time from the newcomer.
Becky too had to stop to deal with the interruption. However,
she did not seem to have Vicki's trouble with it. "You were able to
practice when doing your chores," Vicki said.
"It certainly spiced things up," she replied. "Although Arnold
was a bit frustrated by it at times."
There was the sound of music from outside. "All of the rest of
the guests are here, loitering about in the back yard," said Becky.
"Let's get this on the road!"
Jennifer maneuvered through the house slowly, taking baby steps
in the hobble slip and ultra-high heels. Her belt had not buzzed
once. Is it defective or something? she wondered.
She was left their to wait as Vicki walked out the doors and was
met by her husband, Henry. He was wearing a black rubber tuxedo, and
seemed to be walking a bit awkwardly.
Jennifer could not see any of the guests. However, she could
see what the carpenters had done. They had constructed a solid
wooden path from the double back doors, all the way out through the
yard. Evidently, Richard had remembered that it would be impossible
to walk in these heels on a dirt surface.
The music continued, and she watched Vicki and her husband
slowly walk down the path. "Here's your boquet," said Mary.
"When are you going?" Jennifer asked.
"I'm just coordinating," she said. "Laura, you're next."
Laura took dainty steps forward in her blue vinyl hobble dress.
She had to stop suddenly as the vibrations started within her again.
"I almost hate to do that, sometimes," she said.
The man who met her at the door was Collin. He was wearing a
black and white tuxedo made of shiny vinyl. He was also walking a
bit awkwardly.
Collin offered his arm to Laura, and she took it. The two of
them walked through the doors, and down the aisle.
"Almost," said Mary. "It's almost time. Richard will be
waiting for you at the altar.
Jennifer nodded, and walked forward, taking one tiny step at a
time. She looked back, and saw that Becky was carefully arranging
her dress behind her. "I'm here to carry the train," she said.
There was a sudden change in the music, and it grew louder.
"That's four you," Mary said.
Jennifer slowly started to work her way forward, carrying her
boquet in both hands. The hobble slip that she wore slowed her down
to less than a crawl. She found herself amazed that she could
balance at all in the hobble slip and heels, especially with all of
the bulky dress that she carried.
Jennifer had to turn a corner in the path. Then, she had a
clear view of the wedding proceedings. There was a raised platform
at the end of the path, and she recognized Arnold, dressed very
convincingly as a french maid, standing there, with book in hand.
Richard was there, at the end of the path, dressed in an
apparently normal tuxedo. Her sister Laura and Vicki stood on one
side, while Collin and Henry stood on the other.
Off of the path, sitting down, she recognized the other guests.
Adam was there with the fiancee that she had never met. John was
there with his wife, who Jennifer also had never met. The two men
were dressed in leather tuxedoes, while their signifigant others wore
very tight leather hobble dresses.
Ben was there, as well. There were three women seated near him.
Two of them, wearing very tight silver vinyl hobble dresses, must
have been his two live-in girlfriends. And seated next to him...
Her mother sat next to Ben. She was wearing a red rubber hobble
dress that stopped at the knees, instead of extending to the floor.
Her heels were shorter than the rest of the women there, but still at
least five inches tall.
Jennifer stared at her, and almost lost her balance. The look
on her mother's face... could almost be classified as *envious*.
This brought a smile to her face like nothing else could. She
gave the attendees her best smile, then took a moment to look behind
her. There, Becky was holding the end of her bridal train up with
both hands, holding it at the level of her corsetted waist.
At that moment, the two phalluses within her started to vibrate
gently.
The startlement almost made her fall. Jennifer managed to
recover, and slowly work her way down the aisle.
Kegel exercises, she reminded herself. Between steps, she tried
her best to clench her muscles around the vibrating phallus in her
crotch while staring straight foward.
Five times. Nothing
Ten times. Nothing.
Fifteen times. Nothing.
Twenty times. It started to buzz slightly faster now.
Something must be wrong with this, she thought as she grew
nearer to the assembled guests.
Maybe it's not *designed* to turn off that way, a subversive
corner of her mind put in.
Her breathing grew more rapid against the tight corset. She
clenched the boquet in her hands with a death grip, as he
concentrated with every step that she took.
Richard! she wanted to say. You are a *sick* man!
Jennifer was more than halfway down the aisle. It was getting
harder and harder to concentrate upon the task at hand. Oh god! How
the heck am I going to make it?
She had to concentrate like she never had before. She noticed
nothing else, not the music, not the guests, not Richard, not even
her mother's staring at her.
One step at a time...
She was now only six feet away from her spot. This translated
to a couple dozen steps for her in her hobble slip while trying to
balance in seven inch heels. She could hear the rustle of her dress
as she slowly inched forward.
Finally! She was there! As a reward for her achievement, the
vibrators within her sped up incrementally.
Jennifer sighed in relief anyway. At least I don't have to try
to walk anymore this way!
"Dearly beloved," came the very masculine voice of Arnold from
the french maid. "It may be truly frightening to behold, but I am
indeed certified to conduct legal weddings within the state."
There was a chuckle from the crowd, and at least one gasp, as
the buzzing continued within her. She saw out of the corner of her
eye that her sister was intently concentrating herself. Vicki seemed
to be struggling for air against her corset, and was fidgeting madly,
especially with hip wriggles. Jennifer had to guess that she wasn't
keeping up well with the demands of the vibrators within her.
"Weddings are solemn occasions, and deserve the proper respect.
But they are also times of great joy, and great pleasure," said
Arnold as the vibrators within her sped up yet again.
"I know that you are all eagerly waiting to enjoy this blessed
event, and to celebrate their happiness with them. Therefore, I will
keep this brief."
"Richard, do you take this woman Jennifer, and I do mean take,
to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and
in health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"
"I do," he said, reaching out with an arm to take ahold of her
hand.
Jennifer had to consciouly release her death grip on the boquet
to take his hand. The buzzing inside of her reached the highest
intensity that she had ever remembered experiencing. Oh, god!
Her willpower was failing, and she was starting to wriggle
inside of her dress. "And you, Jennifer, do you take Richard to be
your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in
health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"
"I... do," she said, in a voice not much above a whisper. She
did not trust her voice any more than that because she feared that
she might start to moan.
Collin stepped forward and brought forth a ring. "Repeat after
me, Richard. With this ring, I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed," Richard said, slipping the ring on
her finger.
Jennifer barely noticed it as her breath came in short, ragged
bursts. Oh my god. Right in front of everyone...
"You may now kiss the bride," said the reverend Arnold.
Richard stepped towards her, pushing the voluminous dress back
as he did so. Jennifer turned, fell forward, grabbed ahold of him.
She kissed him suddenly and deeply and held on for dear life as a
massive orgasm swept through her body.
Chapter 52
The recessional was a blur for her. Even as the vibrations
stopped within her, she somehow did not feel in touch with reality.
The walk out was just as slow as her trek down the aisle.
However, it was much easier with Richard to lean on.
"How... why...?" she asked him as she stumbled slightly.
"Would you expect any less from me?" he said with a smile.
Richard had arranged for a reception of sorts in the house.
There was a buffet table set up, and music was playing in the
background.
She felt something happening behind her. Becky, the rubber
french maid, was industriously folding up her train and bustling it
for her.
All of the guests were about. She saw her mother flirting
shamelessly with Ben, who egged her on. "These are my nieces," he
said, to indroduce his two live-in lovers.
Jennifer smiled at this. Be careful what you ask for, mother,
she thought. You might just get it.
Richard was flitting about, making small talk with the guests.
Jennifer, in her very restrictive and cumbersome dress, was not about
to try that. Instead, she walked very slowly and let the guests come
to her.
Laura walked over to her. "That was a hell of a kiss you gave
him," she said. "I don't think I've *ever* seen a kiss that intense
before."
"I doubt you ever will again," Jennifer replied.
There was again a buzzing sound from Laura. A few seconds
later, it disappeared. "Vicki is really having a rough time of it,"
she said, gesturing.
Jennifer turned her head to look. Vicki had taken a seat in the
corner of the room. She was writhing and twisting in the dress.
Finally, she stopped writhing and let out a tiny sigh in her corset.
"It's on more than it's off with her," Laura said.
"What about the others?" Jennifer asked.
"Ben's two nieces are doing all right," she said. Oh, she
doesn't know, thought Jennifer. "The other two women are not doing
so well, either. I don't know who they are with, or what their names
are."
She spotted Mary as she walked into the room. She headed
straight for Richard. They exchanged brief words, then she saw Mary
hand Richard a small box with a short antenna on it.
He touched a button briefly, and her vibrators momentarily came
to life. "Richard, you sly devil you!" she said.
"What?" replied Laura.
"Nothing," said Jennifer. "Nothing at all."
There was no dancing scheduled for the event. It was not like
Jennifer or any of the female guests could have danced anyway. She
noticed that all of the male guests, Richard included, were walking a
bit more cautiously and awkwardly than ususal, and sat down very
gingerly in the chairs.
More people showed up as the afternoon turned into evening.
Most were people associated with Fantasy Supreme, and came garbed in
kinky and bondage attire.
There was a sudden quieting of the general din as a leather
garbed woman made her entrance. She wore a tight leather corset over
a black leather body suit and heels. In each hand, she held a leash.
After she walked inside, she saw that he leashes were connected to
the collars of two men that wore little except thin leather harnesses
and minimal leather shorts.
"Susana," Jennifer said, under her breath, as she recognized the
woman.
Richard immediately walked over to Jennifer and took her arm.
"That's my ex-wife," he said. "I didn't know that she would be here.
I did not invite her."
"It'll be all right," said Jennifer.
Susana made directly for Richard. "So! It's been a long time!"
she said.
"It has," replied Richard. "Please meet my wife Jennifer.
Jennifer, this is my ex-wife Susana."
The woman nodded to her. "Found your soul-mate at last?" she
asked.
"I could ask for no more," replied Richard. "And yourself?"
"I don't think I could ever settle on just one," she said.
"Here are my two favorites, Edward and Gerard."
"You don't look happy to see me," Susana said after a pause.
"I... was not expecting you," replied Richard.
"I still have contacts at FS, you know. It's not hard to find
out about such things, really."
"I see. Why did you show up, then?" he asked cautionsly.
Susana smiled at him. "I don't have any ill will towards you
any more, dear Richard. You have a very lovely wife, and I wish the
best for both of you."
"I just showed up to say that it's truly over between us. You
can get on with your life with you new wife and not concern yourself
with me. I live a life that I love, and I am surrounded by people
that adore me.
"Be happy, for a change, Richard. I heard how you moped around
after I was gone. Just be happy."
Susana turned to Jennifer. "You are beautiful in that dress,
Jennifer. You've caught a wonderful man. It just wasn't meant for
me."
With that, she turned and looked around the crowd. "Henry!" she
said, and with her two men in tow, she headed away from them.
Jennifer leaned over to Richard. "So... you have the remote
control now?" she asked.
"How did you know about that?" he asked.
"I saw Mary giving it to you," she said.
Richard reached into the pocked of his jacket. A moment later,
the vibrators within her came to life. "You twisted man!" she said,
holding on to him and twisting.
"That's for later," he said as the vibrations ceased.
Her mother stopped by to talk to her on the way out the door.
"I'm so happy for you," she said. "But I have to go now,"
"I'm sure I'll see you later," said Ben, giving her a leer.
"I'll stop by just to get a look at you."
Her mother and Ben walked out together, followed by the two
younger women. There was a brief moment of buzzing from the two
women, but within seconds, the buzzing had stopped and they were
continuing after the couple as fast as they could go in their heels
and silver vinyl hobble dresses.
The other guests parted soon afterwards. Vicki and her husband
Henry had been the first to leave, and Jennifer had heard a loud moan
just moments after she had disappeared out the door.
Richard and Jennifer were left alone, with the mess all around
them. "Well, I'm pooped," said Jennifer. "I'm ready for bed. Are
you?" she said with a wink.
"Not quite," said Richard, as he pulled out the remote control.
"We have some batteries to run out, first. Then we can retire to the
bedroom. The evening is still young."
"Run... out?" she said, with eyes wide.
"You might want to sit down for this," he said with a broad
smile.
Jennifer was in the middle of the room, with all of the chairs
and couches at the periphery. She tried to hurry as best she could
towards a couch, but all that her extra efforts seemed to accomplish
was to move the vibrators around within her even more.
Gasping for air against her corset, she was seized by a wave of
pleasure just feet away from the couch. She fell forward, onto the
couch, as the vibrations continued relentlessly.
Epoligue
"I won't be long on the phone," Jennifer said as she dialed.
It took several rings before the phone was picked up. "Hello?"
"Mother! How good to talk with you!" she said, enthusiastically
with an evil grin on her face.
"Jennifer... I don't know if I really want to talk right now,"
she said.
"Oh, but I'm being a good daughter. I have to call my beloved
mother to tell her how much I love her!"
"I... had a rough night," she said.
"I heard that you went home with Ben after the reception. Is
that true?"
"Well... he invited me over for a drink afterwards," she said.
Turn down a drink? Never! thought Jennifer.
"You know, Richard just talked to Ben. Ben really wants to have
you over again,"
she said. "Now, be honest with me, is Ben going to be my stepdaddy?"
"I don't think so," replied her mother curtly.
"Did you at least have a good time?" Jennifer asked.
There was dead silence from the other end of the line. "Ben
sure seemed to think that you did. Is that the first time you did it
with a woman?"
There was another long pause, and the sound of ragged breathing.
"All he did was watch!" she exclaimed. "That's all he did!"
"So, maybe I should buy you another dildo for your birthday,"
she said. "You seemed to really enjoy it."
"Shut up!" her mother exclaimed. "I don't want to talk about
it!"
"Did you really offer to suck his cock?" she asked.
"Jennifer! You horrible daughter!"
"I really don't have to ask you," she said. "Ben taped the
whole thing. We're going to go over there and watch it next week..."
Her mother's voice was replaced by a dial tone. "Hmmm... I
guess she doesn't want to talk to me anymore."
Jennifer stood up and smoothed out her dress. It was made of
black vinyl, and covered her from neck to the floor. It was a very
tight sheath dress, with no slit, and her steps were restricted to
less than a foot. Six inch black heels were locked onto her feet.
Jennifer was becoming used to maneuvering around in dresses like
this. Underneath it, there was a corset, and the chastity belt that
she had worn under her wedding dress.
There was a buzzing from the belt. "Hey, just watch it!" she
said, picking up her own remote control.
Richard was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, with a
white silk shirt. Underneath, he wore a butt plug and penis sheath,
with vibrators attached to each. As Jennifer pushed the button on
her remote control, she heard his vibrators come to life.
"En guard, Jennifer!" he said, holding his remote control with
antenna like a rapier.
"I'm ready... I think," came Laura's voice.
Laura walked in, balancing in black six inch heels. She was
wearing the rubber maid's outfit that Jennifer had worn so many
times. Long sleeves, high neck, very flared skirt. Her figure was
accented by the tight corset she wore underneath. Laura turned
around, and as her skirt rose up, Jennifer saw the chastity belt that
she had worn to the wedding.
Jennifer knew that Richard had tinkered with the settings. Now,
it only waited half as long before resuming its vibrations. Laura
had to work twice as hard to keep it from distracting her endlessly.
>From the flush on her face, Jennifer guessed that she might not be
able to make it the whole night.
There was the sound of the doorbell. "That must be Collin!"
Jennifer said, walking over to her sister and fussing with her hair.
"Now, you have to look your best for this job," she said.
"And answering the door is a part of your duties," said Richard.
"Looking like this?" she said.
"I've done it," said Jennifer.
As Laura walked out of the room, Jennifer spoke up. "Do you
think that Collin will like her?" she asked.
"He'll positively drool over her," Richard replied. "*I'd*
drool over her, if I wasn't married to you," he said. "It must run
in your family. I just wonder how much longer we'll have a maid
after Collin sees her."
"I'd have to say three weeks, at the most," replied Jennifer.
"But... there *are* advantages to privacy," said Jennifer, as she
pushed the button on her remote control.
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by Dark One
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