Message-ID: <2806eli$9708101436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Hired Help(37-39) (bond, M/f, heels, corset, rubber/PVC, sex) (Part13/17) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5skrq3$a16$13@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 **************************************************************************** ======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: ST: Hired Help(37-39) From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 1996 02:32:24 GMT ****** 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 21 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 it is unaltered in any way, this header is retained, and the author (Dark One) is credited for it. All hard copy printing rights and all other rights are reserved by the author. HIRED HELP -- part 13 (chapters 37-39) by Dark One Chapter 37 As Richard had guessed, by the next day, Jennifer felt the familiar sensations of her menstraual flow. Today, Richard had dressed her in the nineteen inch black satin corset, rubber gloves, rubber stockings, six inch locking heels, and her locking long sleeved rubber maid's outfit with the very flared skirt. She wore a chastity belt as well. This one had a rear butt plug, but there was no front dildo. Richard had allowed her to put a tampon there instead. Richard left her alone most of the day, saying that he had preparations to make for the wedding. Before he left, he gave her a long list of things to do around her house. Jennifer surprised herself by finishing the list well before suppertime. She found that walking in the six inch heels was almost automatic now. It took an effort to remember what it was like to walk *without* heels. When Richard returned, he found her sitting on the couch, watching television. "Is everything done?" he asked her as he put his briefcase down. "I think so," she replied. Richard sat down next to her. "Did you get everything done that you wanted to?" Richard nodded. With a complete lack of subtlety, he reached down and unzipped his pants. "Do you remember your lessons?" he asked. Jennifer was surprised for only a moment. She slid to the floor and kneeled down in front of him. Wednesday brought more of the same. Except that, this time, she was wearing handcuffs with only a few inches of separation, and ankle fetters with twelve inches of chain between them. Jennifer barely finished Richard's list of chores before he returned. He seemed surprised to find out that she had finished all of her work. Like tuesday, the evening passed by with her knelt down in front of him. Thursday's outfit was a repeat of Wednesday's. Hoiwever, this time the chain between her ankles was only six inches long. This time, Jennifer did not manage to get all of her chores done. "You need to be punished," Richard said simply. "This is not fair!" she said to him. "I never promised to be fair," said Richard. She had no reply to this. Jennifer fumed slightly as she took mincing steps to follow Richard to his bedroom. She spent the next few hours in her outfit, blindfolded and gagged, with her hands held up above her by a chain connected to the ceiling. She was never sure when Richard was in the room or not. Finally, he let her arms down and took off the blindfold and the gag. Next, he unlocked her handcuffs and fetters. "It's bedtime," he said, as he unlocked the chastity belt. After three days of enforced abstinence, Jennifer was not at all patient. As soon as she was free, she grabbed ahold of his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them to the floor. Chapter 38 Jennifer had to lean against the wall and pant for breath as the corset closed in around her waist. Mary the dressmaker watched her calmly. "How tight is this going to go?" Jennifer asked. "It should be eighteen inches around, when it's done," she replied over the hum of the motors. Although the corset had standard lacings in back, the cords were being pulled by two electric motors set into the walls of the dressing room. "I think that your sister's here," she continued. "This will take at least another ten minutes," she declared. "I'll be back when it's done. As Mary left, Jennifer was left there, leaning up against the wall of the small room. She had to balance in white seven inch heels. The switches for the motors were just out of arms reach in either side, and there was no way that she could possibly touch them, even if she tried. Other than the tightening white satin corset and the shoes, she was wearing nothing. The long raincoat and black six inch heels that she had worn here were piled in a corner of the room. Jennifer heard voices outside the dressing room, but could not make out any of the conversation. Although she had become accustomed to breathing and moving in corsets, this one became very challenging to breath in as it approached its final tightness. Just as she thought that she could not take it anymore, the whine of the motors stopped. She slumped down and let out a tiny sigh of relief. Jennifer could only move down a few inches as the corset strings held her in place. She guessed that it was several minutes before Mary found her. Dressed in a skin tight black rubber body suit, she reached over and unlached one of the sets of corset strings from the motor. Mary expertly wrapped the strings around Jennifer's waist without losing any of the tension. She repeated this with the other corset strings, then tied the two together. Jenninfer turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her figure was beyond fabulous now. With the so small waist and breasts that were supported and separated by the corset, she was approaching the realm of fantasy. "Sit down. Let's get your slip on now," said Mary. Jennifer sat down on the bench in the dressing room. Mary brought in a box, and a long white satin slip was inside it. As she wriggled into it, Jennifer realized that the term hobble slip would be more appropriate. Jennifer stood up with her legs tightly together as Mary laced it up in back. The slip was made of white satin. It was extremely tight around her waist and legs. Her knees could not move from their position. As she tried to step forward, she found that she was fortunate to be able to take steps longer than four inches. Mary left the room again. When she returned, she came back with several very frilly crinoline underskirts in her hands. They were able to slip them over her head and down into place around her ever so small waist. There were six of them total, the last one the largest. When they were done, there was hardly room left for Mary to stand in the dressing room. For six feet in each direction, all Jennifer saw was fluffy white netting. Mary left again. This time, when she returned, she had a very long white satin wedding dress in her hands. Jennifer nearly fell over in the attempt to get it on over her head. They finally managed to get it on her, and zip it up in back. Mary helped her to get out of the dressing room. This was aided by the fact that there was no doorway to the room, only a very wide curtain. Jennifer took dozens of baby steps in her hobble slip and heels before she even managed to get out of the room. They emerged into the main display room. Mannequins were displaying rubber and leather outfits of all types here. Under Mary's direction, she continued forward, until Jennifer was at the center of the room. The, the rubber clad woman walked around her and arranged the dress and train around her. When she was done, she brought out a large mirror so that Jennifer could see herself. The effect left her light headed. "It's like a fairy tale," she said. The dress was made of soft, shiny white satin, with elaborate embroidery and beads all around it. There were huge puffy satin shoulders attached to the long sleeves of the dress. In front, the dress went all the way to her neck, but there was a heart shaped cutout in front that revealed as much clevage as was legal. This cutout area was covered with the filmiest white material, hiding nothing underneath. She could never remember seeing a dress this large before. Bigger than the dresses in Gone with the Wind, bigger than the good witch in Oz, bigger than the woman in The King and I. Then, there was her impossibly small waist perched above all of that vastness. "God!" she heard a familiar voice say. Jennifer turned her head, and saw her sister walking out of another dressing room, escorted by Mary. Laura was dressed in a long sleeved, neck high hobble dress. The material was a shiny, slightly stretchy bright blue vinyl. Like Jennifer, there was a heart shaped cutout above her prodruding breasts, covered only by a wisp of blue translucent fabric. It looked like her breasts were on the verge of breaking through the tight fabric of the dress. Jennifer had never known her sister to be particularly chesty. However, the narrowness and stiffness of her waist revealed where her clevage had come from. The dress looked to be a little looser than Jennifer's slip. Her sister took quick steps, almost a foot long each, towards her. Matching blue five inch heels adorned her feet. "You're something else!" said Jennifer after she saw the effect the dress had on her sister. "Look who's talking! That thing is unbelievable! I've never seen anything like it!" exclaimed Laura. "We have a few more things to get done here," said Mary. Jennifer watched as the dressmaker directed Laura to walk and turn around, all the while observing her closely. She brought out a notepad and jotted down a few notes. "How does yours fit," Mary asked while looking at Jennifer. She spent a moment studying the sensations of the dress. "Fits like a glove," she said. "Raise your hands over your head," Mary instructed, "and turn from side to side." Jennifer complied as best she could. Turning was easier said than done in the corset, hobble slip, and heels. "Mary, please call three two four," came a sound over the intercom. "Mary, call three two four," "I'll be back in a few minutes," she said. "I won't take long." Jennifer was left alone with her sister. "I hate to break it to you," said Laura, "but your finacee is nuttier than a fruitcake. Just look at all this!" she said with a sweeping motion of her arms." "He's different," said Jennifer. "But that's just the way he is. Is it really that bad?" she asked. "Oh, I'm not trying to talk you out of this, or anything," she said. "But how many guys would even *think* of something like this, let alone do it?" "Richard is strange in a lot of ways," said Jennifer. "But that's the man I love." "Do you really like being dressed up like that? Or like this?" she said, pointing to herself." She thought about that for a long moment. "I'm not sure that I *like* it. I really don't mind it, and it's fun at times. Honestly, what I like is the effect that it has on Richard. The way he looks at me," Jennifer had to shudder with the memory, "God, for the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, the way he talks to me, oh, everything about him, this is worth it a thousand times over. "Think about it, Laura," she said. "Do you have any idea how *sexy* you look now? Especially to a guy that's even the least bit kinky?" Laura turned and examined herself in the mirror, saw the narrow waist and the heaving breasts. "I suppose I do look rather... hot," she said. "That's an understatement," said Jennifer. "I don't remember you *ever* calling yourself hot or sexy before." "That's true," Laura replied. "All those cheerleaders at school, the guys just fought over them to ask them out. I hardly ever had a boyfriend, in high school. And now, I still don't," she said. Suddenly, Laura looked up, like she had suddenly changed trains of thought. "I have to know," she said in a conspiratorial whisper. "Is Richard any good in bed?" As Jennifer thought about the question, she started to laugh. How to compare the feeble relationships she had had with Richard's ways? More than half the time, she was not even in a bed when he had made her orgasm. The toys, the teasing, the mind-blowing sex... how could she ever imagine going back to a 'normal' relationship with anyone? There was no comparison. Richard was not even playing in the same *leauge* as everyone else! "What's so funny?" asked Laura. "He's wonderful in bed," she said, not bothering to explain. He's wonderful everywhere else, too, like the kitchen, the park, the theater... "You ask like you doubt that," said Jennifer. "Did you think I was just marrying him for his money?" "Well... the thought *had* crossed my mind," Laura said. "How much is he worth, anyway?" "I haven't the slightest idea," she said. "Probably at least seven figures." As Laura was digesting this, Mary came back into the room. "We're done for the day. We need to make a few final adjustments," she said. "Come in on monday, same times, and you should be all ready then." They both nodded. "Call me at home tonight," said Laura. "After eight. Mom is going out tonight, and probably won't be back before midnight." Chapter 39 Jennifer was sitting on a chair in Richard's den. She was dressed in the black rubber maid's outfit again, complete with corset, gloves, stockings, and locking six inch heels. Her crotch was still dripping from the attention that Richard's tongue had been giving it. Richard was sitting at his desk, watching her as she dialed the phone number that she knew all too well. After four rings, Jennifer was starting to become concerned. "Hello?" came a faint voice. "Laura, is that you?" "Yea," she said, almost a sigh. "You don't sound well," said Jennifer. "She... Mom... I'm sorry!" her sister said. "Sorry? Sorry for what?" asked Jennifer. "Oh, god! I didn't want to, but I didn't know what else to do!" "What are you talking about?" She heard Laura stop for a moment to blow her nose. "Mom was driving around this morning, and she saw me on my way back from the dress fitting," she said. "I didn't mention it to her, she just thought I was at work." "God! Did she rake you over the coals?" Jennifer said, with vivid memories coming to mind. "She was more or less sober, so she was being her controll everything, know everything, threaten to take away the car, cold hearted bitch self! "I didn't know what to say!" she said. "Maybe she saw where I came from. I don't know. I'm sorry!" she said again. "What exactly did you tell her?" asked Jennifer. "I told her that I was getting a dress," she said. "That wasn't good enough for her. It's like she knew something was up. She just wouldn't stop... damn her!" "What did you tell her?" Jennifer asked again. "I told her that I had seen you," she said. "That you were getting married. I'm sorry!" Jennifer could not blame her sister. In her darkest memories, she remembered their mother. Somehow, the woman knew exactly what buttons to push with both of them. She knew what to threaten, what failures of them to bring up and throw in their faces, what buttons to push. She could never remember actually winning an argument with the woman, or ever seeing her be nice to either of her daughters without an ulterior motive. With Jennifer, it was 'The Look That Could Kill' that would make her crumble. With Laura, her mother ranted and raved and screamed until Laura would give in, in tears. "She knows when, too!" said Laura. "There's no way that I'll be able to make it there. Mother will stop me. She threatened to take my car away! It's in her name, after all. And even if I did, you know that she'd follow me!" "I know," Jennifer said with as large of a sigh as her corset would allow. "I'm sorry," she said again. She saw that Richard was looking at her intently, with a questioning look on his face. "Let me talk this over with Richard," she said. "I'll try to call back in a bit," she said. "OK," said Laura. "You're not mad at me?" "No, Laura, I'm not. I've lost track of the number of times that she's done that sort of thing to me. I hoped... well, call you back in a bit." "Bye," Laura said simply. Jennifer hung up the phone. "What's going on?" Richard asked. Jennifer explained that Laura had spilled the beans to their mother. "It's not Laura's fault," she said. "Our mother, the paranoid witch, can just *do* that to us. I can't even exactly explain how." "Parents and offspring know each other in ways no one else can understand," said Richard. "I understand, at least partially." "What can we do?" asked Jennifer. "I really want Laura there. Richard thought about that. "Why don't you want your mother there?" he asked. "Are you thinking of caving in and inviting her?!" Jennifer said, eyes wide. "Don't jump to conclusion yet," said Richard. "Why?" Jennifer tried to calm down before answering. "Everything she's touched in my life seems like it was ruined. My piano lessons, my first boyfriend, the choir I sang in... damn it! It's like she enjoys ruining my life! This is the first thing that's happened to me that has been *good!* If my mother's there, she'll criticize everything, she'll make a scene, she'll make a stink, she'll make me look bad in front of everyone... that's just the way she is! That woman is poison in a human form! I'm sure that she'll do her best to find out more from Laura, like where we live. By tomorrow, I bet she'll be thinking of ways to crash in and ruin everything!" "I just have a thought," Richard said. "We might be able to get rid of her by inviting her," he said. "I don't understand at all," she said. "I don't want her to be a part of my life anymore! I don't want her anywhere near me! I also wish that Laura could move out of the house," she concluded. "Without me there, my sister is getting all the attention now." "Let me give you my ideas, and maybe you can give me a few as well. We could invite your mother. However, there is a strict, and I mean *strict* dresscode, especially for the female guests. Your mother would not be excluded from this." Jennifer tried to imagine it. "I still don't see how that helps," she said. "Is there anything that your mother particularly dislikes?" he asked. "Being humiliated," Jennifer said immediately. "That's why she tries to humiliate me and my sister. I think that's what she fears the most. I know this because I saw her at a restauraunt and she made a complete fool of herself over this waiter. Afterwards... oh, it was bad at home! She always likes to be in control, as well. She always has to have the last word. Somehow, I don't think that dressing her up is going to do it, though. She's never minded showing her body off. That's never embarassed her, that I know of." "Hmmm..." he said, chewing on his lip. "I'm still thinking. But about your sister..." he said, "you know, lately you really haven't been having much time to get things done around the house. And that's only going to get worse after we're married." Only going to get worse... that means I'll be doing less housework... probably doing more with Richard... I like the sound of that, concluded Jennifer. "What's your point?" she asked. "Perhaps your sister could work here for a while," he said. "Be the maid, and help out around here," he said. "That could really free up your time around here," he said. "That would get her out of the house," she said. "But... I don't like to share," she said, looking at him. "Especially with my sister." Richard looked a bit surprised, then recovered. "I was not suggesting anything of the sort," he said. "If you don't like the idea..." "As long as you know I don't like the idea of sharing, it will be fine," said Jennifer. "I think that just about anything would be better than life at home right now." "There should be no problem with that," said Richard. "No problem at all. But as for your mother, how about something like this..." Anakha. ******************************************************* If you want to reply to me by Email then you will need to manually amend the 'reply to' address in the header to anakha@clara.net. ****************************************************** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /