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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
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Chapter 46
They spent the morning quietly cuddling on the couch in the
living room. Jennifer snuggled up against him, while he held her and
gently ran his fingers through her hair.
"Darling?" Jennifer said, looking up at him.
"Yes dear?"
"I was wondering... when we're married, are you always going to
want to be in charge of everything?"
Richard seemed to stiffen a bit. "What do you mean?" he asked.
She sensed his discomfort with the question. "I know that you
don't want a dominatrix for a wife. I remember what you told me
about Susana. But... are you always going to want to make *all* the
decisions, about everything?"
Richard thought about this, and relaxed partially. "I'm still
not quite sure... I have very definite ideas of what I want, and when
I want it. That's not going to change."
"I don't think you understand what I'm asking," she said. "Do
you want to pick out my clothes every day? Do you want to be the one
to plan out every moment of our lives, and every move of our
lovemaking?"
Richard was still silent. "I'm not trying to spoil anything for
you!" she said. "I'm just wondering... I'd like at least a *little*
input into what goes on around here.
"I'm not going to threaten you about this, or walk out because
of it," she said. "But... remember when you were in the long corset,
and I had my way with you?" she said with a broad smile from the
memory. "Didn't you enjoy it at least a little?"
Richard looked down for a minute, then looked at her. "I have
to admit that I did," he said.
"I was just hoping, that, sometimes, you would let me use my own
dirty mind every once in a while," she said. "You are a very
imaginative pervert, and I love you for it," she said. "But... isn't
marriage supposed to be a partnership? I'd like to give something
back! I don't want to take anything away from you... but, even if
you can't let be completely in charge, couldn't I at least ask for
things that I want?
"You've been wonderful so far, but how can you read my mind
every moment?"
Richard spoke up finally. "I hear what you say," he said.
"I... that's a hard thing that you ask. Susana... I'm a little
reluctant to let anyone be in control except me."
"You can't be *that* scared of it," she said. "You must have had
at least a hint of what was coming that night, and you went along
with it anyway. And I didn't keep you there."
"I... guess that a part of me wanted to be caught, that night,"
he said. "It *is* challenging to keep coming up with ideas every
day."
"That's exatly what I mean," she said. "Two heads are better
than one. I know you *loved* it when you came home from your trip
and I was all dressed up, waiting for you." It was Vicki's idea...
but why confuse things? "don't you want more of that?"
"I... no one has done something that special for me. Ever," he
said.
"Let me do more special things for you," she said.
"I... I would like that," Richard said, a bit sheepishly.
Jennifer leaned forward and kissed him. "Thank you," she said.
"Do you have something in mind?" he asked.
Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise. "No..." she said. "Not
specifically. But if you're interested, I'm sure I could think of
something... don't you have a closet full of kinky stuff that fits
you?" she asked.
Jennifer could not put her finger on why she made the choice she
did. "How abou this one," she said, pulling a black rubber outfit
off of the rack by the hanger.
"Interesting choice," said Richard as she walked out of the
closet, over to the bed, and put the outfit down so she could examine
it more closely.
The outfit appeared to be a black rubber maid's outfit, very
similar to the one she had worn repeatedly, with long sleeves, a high
neck, and a very wide flared skirt. It was larger, of course, and it
felt like there was something bulky inside of it. Jennifer unzipped
it and looked inside.
She could see that there was a fairly large black plastic bag
attached to the hanger. It felt that there were several other items
inside of it. As she detached the bag, she could see that the outfit
had breast forms built right into it which would give a man a *very*
full bust while wearing it.
"Any particular reason you picked this one?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," she said as she opened the bag and dumped its
contents out onto the bed. "Maybe because I've been the maid so many
times, I want to see *you* make lunch while wearing a maid's oufit.
What is all this stuff?"
"This outfit was designed as a part of our friday night games,"
he said. "It was after Susana left me, so I had no woman to put on
display. Therefore, I had this made to wear myself.
"I guess I was feeling particularly down and masochistic when I
designed this," he said. "These are rubber stockings, and a rubber
garter belt," he said, setting them aside. "All the locks and keys
for the outfit are in the small plastic bag here. The shoes are six
and a half inch stilettoes, locking of course," he said, indicating a
pair of shiny black patent shoes.
"This is the corset that I need to wear to get into the outfit,"
he said, holding up a black satin corset. She saw that the closure
was of the type that would require his motorized corset puller to get
into. "The outfit has a rather narrow waist for a man to achieve
unassisted.
"This is a locking posture collar," he said, picking up a shaped
four inch wide strip of stiff black leather. "And these are locking
manacles, that attach to the collar."
"And this," Jennifer interjected, picking up the last item,
"lookes like a rubber chastity belt for a man."
"On the nose," he said as she felt the large rubber butt plug
that was attached. There was a narrow opening at the tip of the
plug. The belt did not have an opening for a penis. Instead, there
was a sheath inside the belt that would hold the penis straight up,
tight against the body. There seemed to be a tube built into the
chastity belt that went from the tip of the penis sheath to the base
of the butt plug. There was a hard lump at the front of the belt,
between the penis sheath and the front of the belt. This hard lump
and the butt plug were attached by a wire to a small box that had
several knobs on it. The whole belt could be locked on, of course.
"This chastity belt has a few... extra features," he said.
"I see that it vibrates," she said.
"Also, it can be worn for long periods of time," he said. "As
you might have noticed, any fluids discharged from the penis travel
through this tube, and through the butt plug, into the rectum. No
excuse for bathroom breaks," he said.
Jennifer's eyes widened when he told her this. At least I'm not
wearing it, she decided. It sounds like he's already done this
before. "That seems... a bit excessive," she said.
"By now, I would think that you would realize that excessive is
normal for me," he said with a twisted smile.
"I should," Jennifer agreed.
"Would you like me to put it on?" he said. "Or, after the
explanation, are you interested in something else"
"Ah, sure, put it on," she said. She saw that the corsetting
device was on his dresser. Jennifer walked over and picked it up.
"Corset first?"
Richard struggled into it, with the opening in back. Jennifer
attached the metal rings in the corset to the hooks on the motorized
device. "Here goes," she said, plugging it in.
From experience, she knew that it could easily take ten minutes
to close a corset like this. "When was the last time you wore this?"
she asked.
"Maybe three months ago," he said. "I mailed the keys to
myself, then I put it on. It was a day before the keys were returned
to me," he said. "I probably cannot stay in quite that long, as I
did not have an enema before this."
Enema... "What does the butt plug do for you, anyway?" she
asked.
"Well... in clinical terms, it puts pressure on my prostrate
gland. What that does to me, is that orgasms tend to come much more
quickly, and I feel them more intensely, at least physically. I
wouldn't say that it's *better* that way, only different."
Orgasms come more quickly... she mentally filed that away for
future reference. "Do you have anything else in mind?" he asked her.
"Maybe," she said, thinking furiously. She remembered him
talking about Susana, and the fact that he did not like to be
derpived of sexual release for long periods of time. I don't want to
keep him waiting that long. But... there is a vibrator in that
thing. That seems to keep him happy for a while. He also likes to
see me dressed up in kink, and tied up. She remembered their contest
with the dueling vibrators. He really seemed to like that, even
though he lost. Maybe a game will appeal to him?
Jennifer also remembered how adept his tongue was at pleasuring
her. That was something that she knew that *she* would like.
She let her mind work as the corset closed tighter and tighter
around Richard's waist. His original waistline had been a flat,
masculine one. Now, with the corset nearly fully closed, his waist
looked rather feminine. He seemed to be concentrating very intensely
on his breathing, although he did not say anything about it.
Click. Clickclick. Clickclickclickclickclick. The motors
started to whine as the corset was fully closed. Jennifer unplugged
the device and detached it from the corset.
Next, she helped Richard put on the black rubber stocking and
black rubber gloves. Like the ones she had worn, the stokings came
up to his groin, and the gloves came down to his armpits.
Richard walked over to his dresser and pulled out a tube of
lubricant. He liberally applied it to the butt plug of the rubber
chastity belt, then went to the bed to put the plug in.
She was sure that this one was larger than any one that had been
inside of her. She saw him roll his eyes once as he slowly pushed it
inside. Once it was in, he guided his penis into the sheath, and
locked the belt in place around his corsetted waist. The control box
was momentarily hanging loose.
"Are there batteries for the belt?" she asked.
He fiddled with the knobs, and she heard a quick buzzing sound
from the belt. "There are fresh ones in here," he said.
Richard hooked the control box to a ring on the front of the
chastity belt. The rubber garter belt was next, and then he fastened
the stockings to it.
Jennifer helped him to put the six and a half inch black
stiletto heels on his feet. There was an odd sense of accomplishment
in her when she locked them in place around his feet.
Richard stood up in the heels as Jennifer unzipped the maid's
oufit. She could see that he was rather unstable in the heels.
"Having trouble?" she asked innnocently.
"I haven't worn heels in a while," he said. "It will take a
while to get used to them again."
Richard stepped into the maid's ouftit, and Jennifer zipped it
up. This outfit could be locked in place, and she did so with a
click from a padlock.
Richard fastened the leather posture collar in place himself.
This one had a built in lock. After this was done, Jennifer locked
the manacles around his wrists, and then locked the manacle chains to
a ring on the front of the collar.
The chains were only a foot long. She saw that he could not
reach down far enough to touch the controls on the control box.
Jennifer stepped back to examine the whole effect. If the face
was ignored, the entire ensemble looked like a larger version of what
Jennifer had looked like. The waist was narrow compared to the bosom
created by the maid's outfit. The skirt of the outfit was flared
several feet out in all directions. The black rubber stockings
looked rather nice on her, and she smiled when she saw him teeter
slightly in the six and a half inch heels. The posture collar kept
his chin up, and his hands were at his stomach, unable to move any
lower.
If there wasn't a masculine, slightly unshaven face looking at
her, Jennifer knew that Richard would be quite a traffic stopper
right now!
Jennifer walked up to him in her own six inch heels. "How does
this work?" she asked, putting her hand on the control box under the
skirt.
"The knob on your left is the on/off and power control," he
said. The middle one is the 'pulse on' knob, while the one on the
right is the 'pulse off' knob. The belt can vary from pulses of less
than a second to ten minutes, depending upon the position of the
knob. The pauses between pulses can be similarly varied. You might
remember something similar being used on you at one time, but with
more random timing."
She remembered very well being tied up in front of Richard's bed
that way. "You sure are being helpful about all this," she said.
"Why?"
"I just think that you should have all the information that you
will need," he said.
"Is that all?" she asked.
"Well... I must admit that I'm looking forward to what you will
come up with next."
Jennifer had to admit that it was hard to top the things that
Richard had done to her. While she thought, she played with the
knobs to determine how they worked.
As soon as she turned it on, she felt both a vibration and a
slow motion within the rubber chastity belt that he wore. "Quite a
hard on, you have there," she said, feeling his penis under the
rubber covering and the built in vibrator.
She played with the other two knobs, and found that she could
indeed vary the pulsing of the belt. Jennifer turned it to about
five seconds on, then about thirty seconds off, and at about half of
its full vibrating power. That ought to keep him nice and hard, she
thought.
"Come on, you have to make me lunch," she said.
Richard was obviously not very practiced in moving around in the
oufit. The process of making grilled cheese sandwiches took almost a
half of an hour.
Jennifer sat at the table and watched him work. He moved very
awkwardly, wobbling in his heels, and had to bend over at the waist
in the stiff, tight corset in order to get his hands down to the
counter to work. This exposed his bare buttocks to her, and brought
a smile to her face.
When he was nearly done, she saw him move next to the counter
and push up against it with his crotch. "None of that," she said,
with a playful warning. "Or you'll have to be punished most
severely." It must be driving him *nuts* if mister self-control
himself has to rub up against the counter, she thought.
They ate together, with Richard sitting across from her. She
watched him the whole while as they ate. Richard tried to keep a
cool look across his face, but she could tell that it was very
difficult for him to keep it. She saw that he was doing alot of
adjustments in his seat, especially when the vibrator was on.
"I'll let you clean up," she said. "Remember, if you cum, I'm
going to turn the vibrator down even lower," she said.
Richard did not reply to that. As she rose to leave, she
thought that she saw a hint of red come across his cheeks.
Now he knows what I feel like! she thought to herself.
He must like it, too, another part of her thought, but not be
able to admit it easily. I think that Richard has to be talked into
it, she concluded. It wasn't that hard to do, really.
Filing that away, Jennifer headed for the basement, and soon
found herself in the room with his kinky costumes designed for women.
"Let's see..." she said, looking at the drawer descriptions.
She opened up a couple and rummaged through the contents. "Wouldn't
it drive him nuts if I were tied up too, somehow?" she mused aloud.
"Bingo!" she said as she opened up a drawer.
Chapter 47
She had to return to her room to unlock her shoes and tiptoe
back to the kitchen very uncomfortably. Jennifer first took the
liberty of hiding the keys to Richard's outfit under the bed in her
room. When she arrived, naked and with an armful of acessories,
Richard was just finishing washing the dishes.
"What now?" Richard asked. He could not easily turn to look at
her because of the posture collar.
"Oh, I just found something to wear," she said, putting her
bundle on the table and sitting down in a chair. "Would you like to
help me get into it?"
Richard put down the last dish, then turned to look at her. "You
want to wear that?!" he asked, surprised.
"Is there something wrong with this?" she asked.
"Somehow, this is not something I was expecting," he said.
That brought a small thrill to her. He hasn't thought of
*everything* yet, she thought.
Richard slowly stepped over to her. "Boots first," she said.
The boots were thigh high, made of shiny black leather. They
laced up the front, and extended all the way up to her crotch. The
heels were easily as tall as the ones that Richard wore now.
He had to concentrate intensely to kneel down in front of her.
"Did you cum?" she asked as another vibration started in his belt.
"Not... yet," Richard said with his teeth clenched.
"Do you want to?" she asked.
Richard did not say anything, but the look on his face told her
everything she needed to know. Slowly, she slid her left leg into
the shiny black leather boot, then the right.
The corset, collar, and manacles made it very tough for Richard
to work the lacings on the boot. The first one took quite a long
time, while the second was quicker. As he laced them tight, she felt
herself becoming very sexually aroused by the whole scene.
When he was done, he was kneeling underneath her, looking up at
her spread legs. "If you want to," she said, wriggling her hips
invitingly. She brought one six and a half inch spiked heel up and
touched his face with it. The leather had a distinct musky smell
that was growing as she heated the leather up.
Richard required no more invitation. He walked forward on his
knees, bringing his face up to her now wet pussy. The chains kept
his rubber covered hands from resting on the floor, so instead he
gripped the front of the chair.
"Oh, oh my!" she said. Instead of starting slowly, as she was
accustomed to, he quickly thrust his tongue inside of her and brought
his skill into play. Even with the posture collar in place, he was
still able to reach her most sensitive places.
Judging by the number of times that Richard's belt vibrated, it
couldn't have been more than three minutes before Jennifer pushed his
head away from her. "Oh, god Richard!" she said, panting. For once,
she could use her full breathing capacity to do this.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that Richard's hips were
jerking back and forth as the vibrations coursed through the belt.
His eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly. "Did I say that you
could cum?" she asked.
Richard stopped jerking, and looked with his eyes, even while
the posture collar held his chin up. He did not say anything to
her. Jennifer reached over and turned one of the knobs on the
control box. As she did so, she could see a last twitching of flesh
under the rubber chastity belt. Now, his pulses were a little less
than three seconds long each.
"Let's go to the living room," she said, "and carry my things,
if you would be so good?"
Richard was slow getting to his feet. It looked like he was
laboring for breath in his corset, and his cheeks were flushed. He
gathered up the remaining items, and followed her to the living room.
Jennifer directed him to help her get into the corset. This was
also made of shiny black leather. There were a dozen buckles in
front, in place of a busk. The lacings to the corset were in back.
As the corset was unbuckled and she slid into it, she felt that it
was extremely stiffly boned.
Jennifer stood with her hands against a wall as Richard
tightened the back lacings of the corset. This corset completely
encompassed both of her breasts, except for a two inch diameter hole
for each nipple. As Richard drew the corset tighter and tighter, she
could feel her breasts becoming squeezed and the nipples started to
protrude through the holes.
At the bottom of the corset, which ended at her hips, there were
two buckling leather straps build into it. After Richard finally had
it tightened to his satisfaction, Jennifer put her hands down at her
hips. "If you would?" she asked.
Richard fastened both straps in place. When he was done, her
hands were held firmly at her hips, unable to move from the corset.
Jennifer sat down on the couch as Richard put the last item on
her. This was a leg spreader, maybe four feet long. Richard had to
kneel down again to put it on her.
When he was done, she was seated on the couch, with her black
leather booted legs spread wide by the bar. The bottom of the corset
and the top of the boots framed her dripping wet sex. The black
leather corset sent the room light careening off of it, and her
nipples protruded through it like miniature volcanoes. Jennfier
clenched her hands reflexively as they were bound to the bottom of
the corset.
"You seem to like games," she said. "Here are the rules, if you
want to play. Every time you make me cum, I'll turn the vibrator up
for you," she said. "I think you can get the box next to my hand.
But every time you need to take a break, it gets turned down," she
said. "We'll play until your batteries die. I know that you won't
need to take a bathroom break in that, now, will you?"
Richard looked at her for a long time. Then, a smile came
across his face. "You are a truly wicked woman!" he said.
"Umbelievably so! No wonder I love you so!"
As soon as he had stopped talking, he was down on his knees, and
his lips were caressing her waiting, aching pussy.
Again, within minutes, she was writhing in her seat. The
spreader bar was below Richard's body, so she could only bring her
legs up so far. "Please, stop!" she said as he brought her over the
edge. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the bar turned
that into a feeble effort. "Please!"
His tongue was relentless. Instead of stopping as she climaxed,
he only paused for a moment before resuming his work. Less than a
minute later, she was screaming again.
A third one left Jennifer panting and sobbing on the couch.
Richard finally relented and pulled away from her.
"Is that sufficient?" he asked with a smile on his face. A few
drips of her juices were running down a corner of his mouth.
"Ah, yes," she said as he walked over to her in his heels and
waited for her to fumble with the controls.
Richard must have access to very long lived batteries, Jennifer
concluded as she panted in her corset.
Richard was now on top of her, sucking on her protruding
nipples. He had just finished sending her to another panting orgasm,
and he was now up to about fifteen seconds on, thirty seconds off.
"How... ohhhhh!" she babbled as his teeth ever so gently scraped
across the tip of her nipple. He reached over with a rubber coated
hand and massaged her other one while his tongue and lips worked
their magic on the first.
She knew that he had orgasmed at least twice more in the belt.
That was nothing compared to the number that she had experienced.
Richard moved up, and kissed her on the lips. She tasted her
own salty, sticky juices on his lips. A tiny, rational part of her
took control for a moment. She twisted as best she could, and found
the power knob on the control box underneath Richards black rubber
skirt. She turned it up to maximum. As the belt was quiescent at
that moment, he did not appear to notice what she had done.
Richard slid back down to the floor and resumed his relentless
assault upon her pleasure box. Suddenly, she felt him nearly stop as
the vibrations of his belt took ahold.
Richard managed to keep going, even while the bulge under his
chastity belt twitched. Jennifer was grateful even for that partial
reprieve as he was distracted.
He moaned even while his tongue was moving within her. Once the
vibrations were passed, Richard's tongue regained its original
strenght.
Doesnt't he ever get tired? she wondered while the world started
to swim around her. Won't those batteries *ever* wear out?
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HIRED HELP
by Dark One
Chapters 46-47
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