Message-ID: <2800eli$9708101436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - HIRED HELP Ch13-15 (bond, M/f, heels, corset, rubber/PVC, sex) (Part5/17) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5skrmn$a16$5@eros.clara.net> *************************************************************************** Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else, know). I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. Bye for now. Anakha **************************************************************************** From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY: HIRED HELP Ch13-15 (bond, M/f, heels, corset, rubber/PVC, sex) Date: Thu, 04 Jan 1996 02:46:40 GMT Organization: Alpha.net -- Milwaukee, WI Message-ID: <4cf52e$605@homer.alpha.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: 206.101.238.109 ****** WARNING to all unsullied minds! ****** ****** W A R N I N G ! ! ! ! ! ! ****** The following story contains scenes of sex, bondage, and deviant behavior drawn from my own pervered imagination. If you are less than 18 years of age, sexually uptight, or a self-riteous pusher of your values upon others, read no more! This story may be copied and archived for non-profit purposes, as long as this header is retained and the author (Dark One) is credited for it. HIRED HELP -- part 5 (chapters 13-15) by Dark One Chapter 13 When Jennifer woke up, she found herself in her room. Her arms were out at her sides, which immediately told her that she wasn't wearing the rubber bodysuit anymore. The light was on in her room. She opened her eyes groggily and looked around. Jennifer tried to prop herself up on her arms. It was at this moment that she realized that she was still wearing the rubber corset. The sleeping cuffs with the metal forks were locked to her wrists... and there was a chastity belt complete with intrusive vaginal plug. A moment of moving her hips around revealed that this one did not have a phallus for her rear orifice. She rolled out of bed, and saw that there was a handwritten note on her nighttable. There was also a sealed box just inside of the doorway. Jennifer picked up the note and read it. Jennifer I took the liberty of preparing you for bed after we finished our dinner. You did look lovely last night, in your rubber and heels. I would like to take a moment to explain the controls for your 'alarm clock'. The readout flashes four numbers. The first number is the number of minutes of stimulation that will take place when you first tuck yourself in for the night. It is controlled by the first knob. The second number is the number of times that you will be stimulated during the night. These will be evenly spaced between the time you went to bed and the wake up time (9:00 am). This is controlled by the second knob. The third number is the number of minutes that you will be stimulated for each time during the night. This is, of course, controlled by the third knob. The last number is the number of minutes that you will be stimulate for right before wakeup time. This is controlled by the fourth knob. The device is made such that you have to have at least 75 minutes of stimulation during the night. You can set it for more, of course. The night that you so hurriedly put it on, it was set for 220 total minutes during the night. Of course, I might decide to increase that minimum time, if I am so inclined. The box in your room contains your outfit for tomorrow. You can, if you like, get ready tonight, but that is optional. I look forward to tomorrow. Sleep tight. Richard. Hmmm... thought Jennifer. I bet it would really turn him on if he knew that I wore one of his kinky outfits to bed! With that thought in mind, she moved the box to her bed and started to pull out the contents. On top, there was a pair of shoes. These were made of shiny black patent, with the same locking closures that were on her other pairs of shoes. These looked to be even taller yet. Jennifer retrieved her ruler from the dresser and measured it. "Six and a quarter," she said. "When are these things gonna stop going up?" Next, there was a black rubber garter belt. She put that aside and fished out the next items. Black rubber stockings. These looked like they would go all the way up to her crotch. Black rubber gloves were next, ones that would go all the way up to her armpits. And the last item was a maid's outfit. This one was not made of vinyl. Instead, this was made of shiny black rubber. The skirt was flared out even wider than her last maid's outfit, and was even more revealing of her crotch. This one also had long sleeves and went up to the neck, just like the other one. There was no revealing cutout to show bare cleavage. But with the skin tight properties of the rubber, did it matter? "Another maid's outfit?" she said aloud. Then something churned within her memories. "Isn't... isn't this what he remembered his *mother* wearing?" Except for the chastity belt... Jennifer had very strange feelings about the outfit laid out on the bed. If she wanted to turn him on, was there any better way than to enter his deepest fantasies? a part of her thought. Jennifer made up her mind. She put on the garter belt, then slowly rolled the rubber stockings up her legs. When she was done, she fastened them to the garters. The extreme stiletto heels were difficult to manage with her corsetted waist, but she managed to lock them on. The gloves took a while to properly wriggle into. Last, there was the maid's outfit itself. It was not too hard to zip up herself. There was a small ring at the top like with the other outfits. For completeness sake, she locked it into place with one of the padlocks in the room. I want to make sure that he knows that I'm dressed like this, she thought. I should find him and say goodnight. It took her intense concentration to walk steadily in the heels. She was able to manage, as long as she kept it slow and stayed near a wall. The wriggling in her crotch was bearable... so far. Jennifer first went to his den. Richard was nowhere to be seen. She was not in the mood to wander the whole house to find him, especially in her shoes. So she went directly to his bedroom. I'll just wait for him here, she thought. Idly, she turned the doorknob, expecting it to be locked, as it ususally was. But to her surprise, it opened at her touch. The light was on, and she heard faint rustling sounds. Gingerly, she poked her head through the opening and looked at side. She used latex gloved hand on the doorknob as additional support for her unsteady balance. She saw that Richard had already gone to bed. But this time he was wearing something more extreme than she remembered. Richard's hands were cuffed above him, connected to the chain as before. His ankles were strapped together, and he wore a chastity belt with a wire going up from it to the box that joined his wrists. But this time he also wore a leather hood. There was no opening for his eyes in the hood. There were two holes for his nose, and a very small hole where his mouth should have been. At the moment, there were no vibrations coming from his belt. He can't see me... thought Jennifer. That means I can't show off my outfit to him! Damn! But... I could poke around and he'd never know! With a new purpose, Jennifer walked into his room, still unsteady in her heels. She stopped near his bed and looked down at him. A muscular, hairy chest heaved and hissing noises came through the holes in his hood. Strong legs idly twitched against their bindings. Just watching him makes me wet! Jennifer thought. The vaginal plug in her chastity belt was now starting to get to her. She tore her eyes away from him and slowly walked around the bed. With care, she made her way towards one of his closet doors. This one had only mundane clothing, like business suits, shirts, pants, and the like. Jennifer slowly closed the door and made her way to the other one. The light was off in this closet as well. Jennifer found a lightswitch and turned it on. God! Jennifer thought to herself. What a collection. This was a huge walk-in closet some twenty feet deep and ten feet wide. There was a row of dressers down the middle of the closet that almost split the room in two. All along the outside walls, there were kinky outfits on hangers. Most of them were made of rubber, with some vinyl and some leather as well. Jennifer walked over to the nearest one and pulled it from the wall. This was a pair of blue rubber pants with a matching shirt. She put it back into place and looked at the next one. This one was a black leather straight jacket. A bit overwhelmed, she turned her gaze to the other side. She grabbed the nearest thing that she could. This was a red rubber hobble dress, just like the one she had worn herself. But... this one was too big for her. It would actually fit Richard quite well, now that she thought of it. This surprised her. She put it down and examined the clothes on this side of the closet. As she examined them more closely, she saw that it was all kinky female clothing that seemed to be sized to fit Richard. The opposite side seemed to consist of male style clothing made of kinky materials. Jennifer next made her way over to one of the dressers in the room. Arbitrarily, she picked the top drawer and opened it up. She found several pairs of shoes here. They varied from what she guessed was five inches to almost seven inches in height. Most of them had similar locking closures to the ones that she wore now. They were also sized to fit Richard. Jennifer went to the next drawer down. Here she found several corsets. Some were satin, some were rubber, and one was leather. These, too, would have fit Richard just fine. Jennifer closed that drawer and leaned against the dresser. He dresses up like a woman? she thought. No, that is not exactly true, she thought to herself. He dresses up like a *kinky* woman. He doesn't seem to have any normal female clothing. Why would he have all of this stuff? she wondered. He must dress up in it. The fact that Richard had probably experienced all of what she was experiencing made her feel better, actually. He must *like* dressing up like that, or he wouldn't have that much of it, she thought. Half of his kinky closet is like that. With that running through her mind, she exited his closet and closed the door behind her. Just as she was walking by his bed, his chastity belt started to vibrate. I wish it was me on top of you now, Jennifer thought as he slowly started to move his hips in response to the stimulation. Fearing that she would be discovered, she made her way to the door and closed it behind her. Within minutes, she was sitting on her bed. "How should I set this thing?" she wondered, idly toying with the knobs of her alarm clock. She finally decided to reduce it from its previous settings, but not to minimum. "Twenty minutes initially, twenty minutes at the end, and four in the middle fifteen minutes each," she settled on. Jennifer turned off the lights, then positioned herself on the bed. She plugged the cord into her belt, then plugged her cuffs into the metal box one at a time. Her chastity belt came to life the instant that the second cuff was plugged in. "Oh god!" she said aloud as the belt brought her higher and higher. She had been hot from watching Richard in his room. It wasn't taking much more right now. Did I set it for too long? she wondered as an orgasm ripped through her less than ten minutes after she had locked herself in bed. Chapter 14 Again, she found herself walking through the clouds. Jennifer looked down, and saw that she was wearing impossibly high white stiletto heels... and nothing else. The ground below looked so far away... like a view from an airplane. There was a gust of wind, and she nearly lost her balance. Somehow, she stayed upright in her footwear. In front of her, a large fluffy cloud was being moved by the winds. Standing on it, she could see a man... "Richard!" she cried out. She tried to run, but her foot twisted underneath her. She grabbed ahold of a nearby cloud and managed somehow to right herself. She looked around frantically. The cloud that had carried Richard was now receeding fast. A moment later, it was only a pinprick on the horizon. "No!" she screamed aloud. As she struggled to move, two green birds with red feathers around the eyes started to circle above her. "Not yet!" one of the birds cried out. "Don't fall!" the other one screeched. Jennifer let go of her cloud and tried to step forward. Somehow, she managed it. But her second step put her shoe into a river far below her. She could feel the silt of the river sucking her down, and she started to fall... The two birds dove down onto her shoulders, and flapped their wings with a great effort. Slowly, they pulled her up and her shoe was freed from the river. The birds stopped flapping as she righted herself. "You are not yet ready," one of the birds said to her. "Don't run when you can't walk," the other one said. "Ready?" she asked back. "When will I be ready?" "You will see," said the first one. "We will help," said the other one, with a wink. The two of them took off with a sudden wingstrokes. She watched them as they flew to a nearby cloud and tore pieces of it out with their taloned feet. They flew overhead, and dropped their cloudy burdens onto her. They were shaped like something... She was now wearing a dress made of clouds. She looked down and saw the long wide flare of her misty skirt. It went down all the way to the earth. And behind her, there was a veil of vapor thin ice crystals that trailed magnificently behind her. The two birds landed on her shoulders again. "It's a start," one of them said. The other bird ruffled its feathers. "It's the *end*!" it said, as it stared at the first bird. Then a buzzing started in her crotch, and the realm of clouds and dreams faded away. Jennifer was already twisting her hips as she returned to reality. The throbbing in her vagina had already made her juices start to flow. She clenched her gloved hands and struggled in her rubber outfit, trying to gain some control over the buzzing in her crotch. It relentlessly sent her upwards. She labored against her rubber corset and kicked her black rubber legs into the air. Jennifer's stiletto heeled feet twirled around as she came nearer and nearer to culmination... "Ooooh!" she exclaimed as she reached her peak. She arched her back slightly against the rubber corset as the pleasure went on and on and on... The buzzing died before she had another climax. She heard the familiar metallic click from her wrists that indicated that she was free of her bed at last. Jennifer spent several minutes laboring for breath against the corset as she recovered from her 'wake up call'. When she finally recovered, she rolled out of bed and unsteadily walked to the bathroom. She inserted the key into the bottom of her chasity belt, separating the bottom section so that she could take care of her bodily functions. When she was done, she was still wet enough to easily slide the phallus of the chastity belt back into place. She got up and washed her hair in the sink. It was a strange feeling to scrub her hair with rubber gloved hands. Jennifer toweled it dry and ran a comb through it. "Sure doesn't look very nice," she said aloud. But somehow, she didn't think that Richard would really notice her hair today. On the way out of her room, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror again. Six and a quarter inch black patent shoes were locked to her feet. She was wearing long black rubber stockings that went all the way up to her crotch. She could see the garters that held them up. The bottom of the chastity belt was visible below the crinoline. The black rubber of the skirt must have extended out over two feet in all directions. It was held up by some very stiff red crinoline that could be easily seen if she was bent over in any way. The black rubber of her maid's outfit was very tight around her waist. She was naturally a twenty six inch waist. What am I now, maybe a twenty one? Jennifer wondered to herself. The corset also pushed her breasts up and out. The tight clingy rubber of the maid's outfit showed her erect nipples as a pair of dainty points on the tips of her breasts. The rubber continued upward, and ended at the top of her neck. The shiny black rubber continued down both arms. When the rubber of the maid's outfit ended at her wrists, the latex of her gloved hands took over. "I could stop traffic on the expressway!" she said as she twirled around in front of the mirror. This moved the phallus inside of her around, and she was surprised with the intensity of the sensations. "That was interesting," she said as she grabbed hold of a bedpost. A few moments later, she headed out of her room and made for the kitchen. Jennifer had just finished making breakfast when Richard walked in. "Good morning," she said as she carried two plates over to the table. She had to concentrate intensely to carry anything while wearing the six and a quarter inch high stilettos. Richard looked at her from head to toe as she brought breakfast to the table. "Good morning, Jennifer," he said. She saw that he was not fully dressed as he normally was. Instead, all he wore was a pair of rubber shorts that concealed his groin. "I dressed up last night," she said, almost proudly. "I wanted to show you... but you had already gone to bed for the night," she said, with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "You forgot to turn the light off in my closet," he said. Oops! "I'm sorry. I... curiosity got the better of me. I shouldn't have," she said. "No, you shouldn't have," he said as he started in on his breakfast." Several minutes passed with only the sounds of clanking silverware and dishes. "Richard... are you going to punish me?" she asked. He seems to enjoy that so much, she thought to herself. I hope he does and gets himself so stiff... "I'm not sure yet," he said. "I have to think of something... appropriate." "I see," she said, sipping on her juice. She finished it off before asking her next question. "Why do you have so much of your kinky stuff... in dresses and women's stuff?" she asked. Jennifer did not see him become upset at all at the question. He swallowed before answering. "Well, it has to do with a long period of living without any companionship," he said. "I prefer to see a woman dressed up, but when that wasn't available, I did it myself. And I was very curious about how it would feel. Why should women have all the fun?" he said, with a smile. "I see," she said. Should she press her luck? she wondered. "When was the last time that you dressed up like that?" she asked. Richard studied her for a long moment. "My, you are brave today," he said. "Especially with your snooping around last night." Jennifer just smiled and shrugged. "Actually, it was a month and a half ago," he said. Jennifer was thinking of her next question when Richard finished up his food and wiped his face. "I think I have decided upon your punishment. However, it may have to wait for tomorrow. You have a temporary reprieve." She wasn't quite sure if she was relieved or disappointed to hear this. "Get everything you can done by three," he said to her. "I will be in my den. I have a large number of phone calls to make." "Why three?" she asked. "We have a wedding to go to," he said. Chapter 15 "Can you explain why we are going to a wedding?" she asked. "On a Sunday night?" "It's not exactly a wedding, actually," he said. "It is a renewal of marriage vows. It is their anniversary, and it coincidentally happens to fall on a Sunday this year." This answer did not satisfy her, but she decided to change tactics. "Who is getting married? Or getting renewed, anyway?" Richard led her over to the ring of keys in her room and unlocked her maid's outfit. "You have actually already met the man. Henry and his wife Vicki are going to be the guests of honor," he said as he unzipped her black latex french maid's costume. Richard next unlocked her shoes and detached the garters from her rubber stockings. "I bet you already have something picked out for me to wear," she said. "That's one way to put it," he said as he unrolled her rubber stockings down her legs. "In fact, you are to be one of the bridesmaids." She was confused by that. "I don't understand," she said. Richard had taken everything off of her except for her chastity belt and rubber corset. He unlocked the chastity belt and then started to loosen her rubber corset. "Don't worry about it. Just take a bath, make yourself pretty, and by the time you're done, I'll have your outfit ready. She followed his directions, and sure enough, by the time that she was done, Richard was waiting there, in her bedroom. He was wearing a skintight rendition of a tuxedo done in shiny leather, complete with leather tie. Her outfit was laid out on the bed. First, Richard picked up a pair of purple thigh-high boots. They looked to be made of shiny vinyl, and the heels were at least six inches high. They closed by lacing up the front. Jennifer sat down on the bed so that he could put them on her legs. It took him fifteen minutes to lace them up her legs. "How do they feel?" he said. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. "Actually," she said, taking an experimental step in them, "They seem fine," In fact, they felt like they gave her more support than her stiletto shoes. It was a bit less difficult to walk in these, she decided. There was only one other piece to the outfit. It looked like a frilly purple bridesmaid dress, done in shiny purple vinyl. It had a high neck and long sleeves, but there were two small holes in the front that were about where her nipples should be. As she stepped into it, she saw that in the back it had the lacings of a built-in corset. Sure enough, her nipples protruded through the holes in the dress. As Richard slowly tightened the corset, she could feel her nipples starting to protrude through their holes. "Oh, god!" she said as he tugged his last time. "How tight is that?" she asked. "Just a touch above twenty inches, when fully closed," he said. "And it is." Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror now. Purple vinyl extended from her neck to the floor, with long sleeves. Her breasts almost seemed to be bursting out of the outfit through the two small holes in the front. The corset gave her an ever so tiny waist, which was emphasized by the flare of the full skirt below. "Let's go," he said, offering his arm for her. She took ahold of it, and accompanied him out of her bedroom. No chastity belt, she noted mentally. Maybe tonight... There was a limousine waiting out front. "Don't worry about the driver seeing you," Richard said. "He's from Fantasies Unlimited." "If you say so," she said. Richard guided her into the huge back seat first, then sat down beside her. As he shut the door behind them, the limousine started to slowly move. Jennifer slowly moved her hand over to Richard's leather covered crotch. "Can we play on the way there?" she asked. Richard shook his head, but did not jerk her hand away. "He's less than fifteen minutes away. I would really rather not." Jennifer sighed against the tightness of the corset that was built into her vinyl dress. "All right," she said, but she did not remove her hand. She left it there, moving it ever so slightly, for the entire trip. Her efforts were rewarded as she felt his penis slowly hardening on the way there. By the time that they stopped, it was as rock hard as she had ever felt it. Richard seemed to be moving a bit uncomfortably as he exited the limo. He offered his hand to assist her out of the car. Jennifer saw that they were at yet another mansion. The sun had nearly fallen, and a cool breeze that swept by put goosebumps on her exposed nipples. Richard escorted her up the path that led to the front door. He knocked on the door, and it opened almost immediately. "Come in," said a woman dressed in a satin french maid's outfit. It was very similar to the one that she had worn, Jennifer noticed. She wore five and a half inch stiletto heels and fishnet stockings. The skirt of her outfit dropped lower than Jennifer's, but was just as wide. She guessed that there was a corset underneath it. The outfit did not go up her neck, but stopped a bit below that. Richard helped her through the doorway. Jennifer immediately saw that there was a second woman dressed almost identically to the first. However, this woman was nearly five inches taller in height. "You can follow me," this one said in a lower, huskier voice. They followed this satin french maid through the hallway and gestured for them to go through an open double doorway. The maid turned and walked back where she came from. "Henry and Vicki have two very talented servants," Richard whispered to her as they walked forward. "The one that first greeted us is Becky. The one that led us here is Arnold." "Arnold?!" she said with an excited whisper. "That was a man?!" "Indeed," he said. "In fact, if I'm not mistaken, Becky and Arnold were married themselves a couple of months ago." Jennifer's brain did not know how to handle this information. She was so confused that it took her a few seconds to start looking around the large ballroom that they were now in. Three large crystal chandeliers illuminated the long rectangular hall. Jennifer and Richard had entered at one end of the hall. There was a long red carpet ahead of them, which ended at a small raised platform. Soft music was playing in the hall. Jennifer could see that there were two tuxedo clad men standing near the end of the aisle on one side, and two similarly dressed women on the other. "It's already started," he said. "I'll show you to your place. Remember, stand still and be quiet. For me," he said, looking into her eyes. "For you, " she repeated, looking back. She kept looking at his beautiful eyes and supported herself against him as they traveled down the aisle. He stopped, and she turned to see where they had ended up. To her right, there were two women that she did not recognize. The one furthest away was no older than she was, while the nearer one was perhaps in her mid thirties. Both were dressed as she was, in the purple vinyl bridesmaid dresses, complete with holes for the nipples and built in corsets. From their height, she guessed that they were wearing similar high heels. They both looked at her, but were standing still and at attention. In front of her, there was a metal pole built into the floor. It came up about two feet, and then ended in a rectangular metal block. Two dildoes protruded upward from the block, just inches apart, and there was something on the block between the dildoes. It looked like both phalluses had been well lubricated. Jennifer gave him a questioning, somewhat alarmed look. "Just like the red dress," he whispered. "You can do it." This *is* just his kind of kinky thing to do, isn't it! Jennifer thought. He'd *better* appreciate this! Jennifer lifted up her dress and turned around. She moved so that her crotch was right over the two phalluses. Carefully, she sat down, letting both of them find an orifice. "All the way," she heard him whisper. Finally, she was all the way down on the two dildoes. They felt cool, and slid inside of her more easily than she could have believed possible. The feel of the dildoes was starting to make her hot. When she was done, the flesh between her pussy and anus was now touching the cold rectangle of metal. She was surprised to hear the low hum of a mechanical device. To her surprise, she felt the pole underneath her start to slowly move up. Jennifer shot him a panicked look, but Richard smiled reassuringly at her. The dildoes could not go any further into her, because the metal plate acted like a very narrow seat for her. She kept going higher and higher and higher... It stopped only when her legs were fully extended out underneath her. If she unbent her knees at all, she felt her weight start to concentrate uncomfortably in that tiny region of flesh that touched the metal. As she was already standing in her tiptoes in these six plus inch stiletto heels, there was no way that she could get the dildoes out of her. I'm stuck here, she thought to herself. Richard, still smiling, took a place across from her, some fifteen feet away. By the time that this was done, the next procession had come down the aisle. But this was not a couple. Instead, it was just one person in a bridesmaid dress like her own, being escorted by Becky the french maid. But the nipples poking through the holes in the bridesmaid dress looked fake, somehow. The corset looked to be very tight around the waist, but the final figure was not that dramatic. And the face... It had enough stubble that she knew that it had to be a man. And... it looked like one of the men that Richard had over that friday night... John! There were two poles with dildoes left her right side that were not occupied. Becky did not lead him over to the poles. Instead, she unscrewed the front dildo from its socket, and replaced it with something resembling a penis sheath that would stick out horizontally instead of vertically. After she had done this, he picked up his dress and turned around. Jennifer could see that he wore matching purple patent boots that had heels at least as high as her own, if not higher. John rolled his eyes at Jennifer briefly, sighed, and slowly sat down on the rear dildo. When he was done, Becky reached under his dress and guided his penis into the sheath that now was a part of the device. Just as had happened to her, the pole started to raise up. As this was happening, Becky turned and walked back up the aisle. Jennifer noticed that there was no one standing across the aisle from him. Let's see... Jennifer tried to remember the names of the people here while she shifted and tried to find a more comfortable way to stand. The first man was Collin, the young man that she had remembered. He stood across from the woman that was Jennifer's age. Then there was Ben across from the woman in her thirties. Then Richard of course, looking at her as she fidgeted. She felt herself actually blush at the attention. On my other side is John, the bridesmaid. That leaves... she wasn't able to remember the last one. A couple walked down the aisle. The name Adam came to mind. A woman in her late twenties held his arm and traveled down the aisle with him. She was dressed as the rest of the bridesmaids. She seemed to be walking unsteadily in her footwear. Adam guided her to the last empty double dildo pole, and helped her get on it. That one too raised up, and made her stand up at attention as Adam took up a place across from her. The music changed to a wedding march. Jennifer looked towards the entrance, and saw a pair that was very slowly traveling down the aisle. Jennifer looked the other way, and saw that Arnold, the very convincing transvestite french maid, was standing on the platform waiting for them. A low hum started in the dildo in her vagina. Jennifer looked over to Richard. He only put his finer to his lips and shook his head. The vibrations grew in intensity as the couple made its way down the aisle. She thought that she heard vibrations coming from both sides of her, as well. Jennifer looked at the woman on her left, and saw that she was clenching her teeth. John on her other side was fidgeting and twisting back and forth, setting his vinyl skirt swaying. Jennifer was having a very hard time staying silent and keeping still when the bride and groom walked by. The groom was wearing a metal studded leather collar, shiny black leather gloves, and a pair of black leather shorts. There was a hole in his shorts, and his erect penis was standing out at attention, with a slight upward angle. In his hands, he held a chain that connected to a leather collar around the bride's neck. The bride caught Jennifer's attention. There was a very filmy white veil over her, but it was so translucent that Jennifer could make everything out underneath it. The bride was wearing a white leather harness around her head that had a built in leather blindfold and a gag. Below that was a white leather posture collar that kept her from slouching her neck. She wore a brassiere, of sorts. It consisted of two strips of leather about three inches wide that tightly circled the base of each breast. They were held in place with straps around her back and her shoulders. Each nipple was pushed against a small metal ring that was held tightly in place by four chains that connected to the leather breast wrap. At her waist, she wore what was either a very wide white leather belt, or a very narrow white leather corset. It looked to be cinched very tightly, and there was a noticeable bulge of flesh both above and below it. At both sides of the belt, there were wide white leather arm cuffs attached. The brides wrists were firmly restrained there by the cuffs. From the front, the bride looked to be wearing a white leather hobble skirt that extended from waist to floor. But as she passed, Jennifer saw that almost all of the back was cut away. There were buckling straps in back at the waist, at the knees, and at the ankles. But other than that, her entire backside below the waist was open for viewing. Jennifer also saw that the bride was wearing white patent shoes with over six inch tall heels. Her backless leather skirt was buckled so tightly that she could only step three or four inches at a time. So that's why she was taking so long, Jennifer thought. Jennifer also noticed a strap that went through the bride's butt cheeks, that did not seem to be a part of the skirt. Jennifer concluded that the poor girl was probably wearing a chastity belt under all that, as well. The two of them slowly marched by as quickly as the bride could inch along. Behind the bride, tending the bride's long veil, was the french maid Becky, in her black satin uniform and black stilettos. She now had a cord around her throat that had a key on it. The trio finally stopped in front of the platform. The vibrations in her groin were becoming unbearable. Just as Jennifer shifted forward enough to get the vibrations away from her clitoris, the one in her anus started to quiver ever so slightly. "Dearly belusted," the pastor/french maid said. The voice was either that of a high pitched man or a low pitched woman. "We are gathered here today for a joyous event. We are here witness the joining and coupling of this man and woman. Look, all, and witness the bonds of attraction that join the two of them. Bonds of attraction.. oh god! Jennifer had to stifle a moan and clench her teeth. She looked over and saw that Richard was grinning at her like a fiend. "Witness her bridal finery! Is she not an object of lust? And witness his fine show of manhood! Does he not lust for her?" The male french maid looked down at the two of them. "Let us recite our vows, and take them to heart. You, Henry, do you take this woman..." "Yes! Anytime! Anyplace! As often as possible!" the groom blurted out. "I'm not done yet," said the pastor/maid. The four assembled men chuckled. None of the girls (or John) chuckled at all. Jennifer assumed that they were trying to keep the fires in their groin at bay. "As I was saying," continued the pastor, in his satin maid's outfit, stiletto heels, and fishnets. "Do you, Henry, take this woman, Vicki, to be your wife and slave?" "I do!" "And do you promise to use her as you will, to express your lust and your deepest fantasies with her, and bring her pleasure like none seen before on earth! "I do!" "Vicki, I would also ask you to recite your vows, but you cannot right now. So I will recite them for you." "I, Vicki, promise to be a willing and sexy companion for Henry. I will dress to keep him as horny as humanly possible. I promise to couple with him as frequently and as frantically as the limits of my flesh allow. And I promise to bring him pleasure like none seen on this earth before! Grunt once if you agree." There was a single grunt from the bride. Jennifer was frantically clutching at her dress with her hands, trying to stay under control. She was sure that her juices were dripping down the pole and were now probably pooling on the floor. "Is there a key for the bride?" the pastor/maid Arnold asked. "There is," said the french maid Becky. She took it off of her neck and handed it to Henry. "You may disrobe the bride," the pastor/maid instructed. Henry threw back her veil and quickly unbuckled her hobble skirt. As it fell to the floor, Jennifer saw that she had guessed right. The bride wore a white leather chastity belt under the backless hobble skirt. Eagerly, he put the key into the heart shaped lock in the front of the belt and removed it from her. "You may now take the bride," the pastor/maid Arnold instructed. "And the assembled masses can now voice their pleasure at the event." Almost in unison, the five purple dressed women and one man let out groans and moans of pleasure. Henry had already lowered his bride to the floor and was now frantically thrusting away inside of her. "Remember, guests!" said the maid/pastor. "No fornicating on the grounds except for the bride and groom. If you truly must, please leave. Of course, you are all welcome to witness the blessed event for as long as you like." Jennifer saw the older gentleman Ben go over to his companion and bodily lift her off of the dildoes. The woman staggered as Ben eagerly led her out the door. All the others left except for Richard and the male bridesmaid John. He was grunting and groaning in his predicament just as desperately as Jennifer was. There's no one to let him down, Jennifer thought. She looked over to Richard, who, Jennifer thought, should have taken her off of her stand and hauled her out to the car. But instead, he just stood there and smiled as the two vibrating phalluses brought her made her scream as she reached an orgasm. Maybe that was a bad idea, Jennifer thought as the tightness of the corset affected her after her screaming orgasm and made her head swim. She felt herself starting to fall... And felt Richard's strong arms catch her bent torso. He straightened her out, then lifted off of her double dildo restraint. Jennifer did not actually pass out from the experience, but felt lightheaded. She staggered along in the heels that were impossible to walk in now. She caught a glimpse of the bride and groom still going strong as they left. The two maids were nowhere to be seen as Richard pulled her into the limousine and closed the door to the vehicle. The lightheaded feeling was almost gone after just a minute of riding. "So," she said to Richard. "We're no longer on the grounds. Is fornicating allowed now?" He smiled at that as he unzipped the fly on his leather tuxedo pants. "Driver, take the scenic route back," he said. Richard threw up her dress, and even with her soaking wet crotch, she was a bit startled by the force he used to push her down on the seat and thrust his rock hard penis inside of her. She floated higher and higher as he had his way with her. Jennifer felt detached from her body, almost like she was an observer. Her chest labored against the built in corset, and her legs waved their purple spike heeled boots in the air. Two orgasms swept through her in quick succession. She thought that she felt him ejaculate, but she was so lost in her own experiences that she just wasn't sure. Richard paused afterwards to use his lips and tongue on her exposed nipples. She felt an erotic chill pass through her body as he sucked and played with the two tender points of flesh. He now dove below her dress, and she felt him probe her drenched pussy. With lips and tongue... he only toyed with her. For minutes and minutes, he brought her ever so slowly up to another moment of ecstasy. Jennifer heaved and flailed in her corset. But Richard was patient... his tongue stayed just millimeters away from that spot that she knew would give her release. Suddenly, he was thrusting inside of her again. The intensity of the long overdue climax, with the tightness around her chest, was just too much for her. Jennifer rolled her head and started to lose consciousness yet again. Maybe I'll get to do this with Richard sometime *without* a corset, Jennifer thought as the last wisps of consciousness fled. 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