Message-ID: <2807eli$9708101436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - HIRED HELP Ch16-17 (bond, M/F, heels, corset, rubber/PVC, sex) (Part6/17) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5skrn7$a16$6@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 Ch16-17 (bond, M/F, heels, corset, rubber/PVC, sex) Date: Thu, 04 Jan 1996 02:52:56 GMT Organization: Alpha.net -- Milwaukee, WI Lines: 637 Message-ID: <4cf5ec$61c@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 6 (chapters 16-17) by Dark One Chapter 16 When she regained consciousness, she found herself on her bed, back in Richard's mansion. She was still clothed in her purple vinyl bridesmaid's outfit. "God," she said aloud. Bits of the pleasure from her sexual ordeal with Richard were still swimming around her mind. "I wonder if Richard is still up." She rolled out of bed and used her hands to straighten out her gown. She was initially unsteady in her stiletto heeled boots, but she could walk in them slowly. She looked at her form in the mirror again. "I guess that this isn't my color," she said. "And it especially doesn't work with this shiny stuff." But then again, Jennifer thought, aren't all bridesmaid's dresses are supposed to be ugly? She walked out of her room, and found that the lights were still on. She found Richard in his den, talking financial jargon with someone on the phone. He noticed her right as she entered the room. Jennifer sat down in a chair and waited. Richard was naked from the chest up. Below the waist, he still wore the leather pants of his tuxedo. She waited patiently for ten minutes or so for him to finish his business. "Jennifer?" he said. "I woke up," she said. "You were wonderful. But... I have a couple of questions about this evening." "I'll answer them if I can," he said. "Let me write a few things down first, though." He scribbled in a notebook for a few seconds. "I'm done. What do you want to know?" "Well, the whole vow renewal thing was... bizzare to say the least." "Bizzare? What else did you think of it?" "Honestly, I think that watching Henry and Vicki go down the aisle did get me hot," she said, "but I'm not really sure. It's hard to be objective about that when there is seven inches of buzzing dildo in your pussy and up your rear. I also really wished you would have dragged me off of my little stand before you did." "Why?" he asked. Didn't I come in here asking the questions? Jennifer thought. But she answered anyway. "I just really wanted you," she said. "As soon as you dressed me up, and I wasn't wearing a chastity belt, I started to hope that... maybe..." "I didn't let you down, did I?" he asked. "Oh, no!!" she exclaimed. "But... that's not why I came in here. I'm starting to catch on a little. The thing that I *really* don't get, was why John was dressed up like a bridesmaid with corset and heels and all, had a wriggling dildo put up his ass and a vibrator around his penis, and had to stand there and moan like me." Richard smiled at that. "Ah. There was no way for you to know about that. My guess is that he had not made up with his wife yet. As of friday, he was on poor terms with her. I'm not exactly sure what about, but..." "I'm missing something," she said. "Then why didn't he just show up in a leather tux like the rest of you guys and watch the show?" "You've heard me say this before, but 'why' is not an easy question to answer. Fortunately, this 'why' is easier than your last. I didn't actually want to tell you about any of this... but that was before we talked about... our personal matters." Jennifer nodded, remembering the stories of his childhood that he had told her. "It goes back to when I bought into Fantasies Unlimited," he said. "When I first bought my shares, I showed up for the monthly stockholder's meetings. Very little actual financial business was discussed at those meetings. The rest of the time, the other five men spent their time telling lies about their kinky sexual exploits. "The genesis of it all was my idea, actually. I was the youngest one of them, the one with the least exposure to others. But... that means I had a few original ideas stashed away." Richard said that with a broad smile. "I suggested that we change the actual stockholders meetings for Fantasies Unlimited to twice a year. That way, maybe we could at least do it over lunch or something. As for the exploits... I suggested a game to 'prove' some of these exploits." "The other five haggled over details, but none of them could back out. They had built up their stories so high, and backing out would have been an admission of failure. I was gracious, and suggested that we wait one month before starting the game. "Here are the rules as they were, and they are very similar to the rules we use now. Each of us initially at that stockholder's meeting, designed anywhere from two to ten kinky outfits as best we could. Some were pretty tame, similar to the outfit that you wore your first day of work. Others were more challenging for someone to wear, like the red rubber hobble dress you wore when you greeted them all at the door. A few were even wilder yet. "It really didn't matter how many any of us designed them or how bizarre they were. We took all of these outfit ideas, and put them into envelopes. The envelopes were then mixed. Each of us drew one, and the rest were put into storage. "We each read the designs that we drew. It was possible to draw your own design... I did, actually. Now that we knew what the outfit was, we each had to convince a female to willingly wear the outfit in front of all six of us. We would do this by meeting on six consecutive friday nights, one night at each of our homes. "The host would have to produce this woman dressed up in the outfit that he had randomly picked. She could not be coerced, indimidated, or threatened in any way. She had to do it of her own free will. We also decided that the woman could not be hired to do the job." Jennifer thought about that. "What about me?" she asked. "We amended the rules later," said Richard. "I'll get to that. But if the host was *not* able to produce a woman in the outfit, he had to wear it himself!" She thought about it. This game had been going on for how long? Several years, at least. Richard had not had a companion for much of that time. "Your closet full of clothes?" she asked. "Almost half of the feminine ones were collected as a part of our game," he said. "The rest I had made on various whims." She thought about that for a while. "But... what if the outfit had a plug, or something on the nipples, if you know what I mean?" Richard nodded. "We came up with a list of modifications for situations like that." "What if the host didn't have a girl, and didn't dress up?" she asked, curiously. "We have a 'three strikes' rule," he said. "Nothing has to be done if someone wimps out up to twice a year. People do get sick, and schedule conflicts arise. Sometimes a friday night get together can be moved a few days. But if someone would strike out three times in a year, the other five could decide on a suitable action... up to and including taking all of their Fantasy Supreme stock away and not inviting them to play any more." "That only came up once, with Collin. He *really* doesn't like to dress up for us. He earned three strikes when his luck with women was down. But we came up with an alternative punishment. The rest of us decided that he would have to go through a solid week locked up in a straightjacket. We didn't care how he handled his appointments or who wiped his ass. We also randomly checked to make sure that he was really locked up in it all the time. "Collin agreed, and managed it. He was rather fragrant afterwards, now that I remember it," Richard said with a smile. "He is also a little more tolerant of dressing up than he used to be." "What about the rule change?" she asked. "Collin actually suggested allowing hired women to dress up," Richard said. "We debated it, and agreed to allow it in a very limited form. Essentially, any such agreement must be formally written up. The woman must agree to be 'on duty' for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for at least a year. She must also know that she can walk out at any time with no questions asked. They also closed the loophole that I used. The woman cannot be an employee of Fantasy Supreme. I found Susan before that rule was passed." "The woman also cannot be under serious financial distress," he said. "Otherwise, they might be effectively 'coerced' into staying because they need the money so badly. That rule is one reason why I was leery about you. I checked into your financial background. You were unemployed and a few months behind, but nowhere near the money problems that I've seen. You had no mounting credit card debts, your car was paid off, and no one was trying to repossess your soul. Actually, I took care of all of your bill problems and had someone clean up your apartment. If you wanted to, you could walk out right now, debt free, and with a handful of cash." Jennifer had already thought about that possibility. "No. I'll stay awhile," she said with a smile. "As long as you remember that when your in this house, it's my rules," he said. "I remember," she said. "But... tonight wasn't a friday night. And it wasn't anything like one of your friday night get-togethers," she said. "Ah. Another rule change. We decided to spice things up after the first year. Each of us was allowed one 'holiday' during the year. More if everyone agreed to it. During this holiday, the host was able to make up the rules for the event, as long as he told everyone about them ahead of time. It could be just about anything, as long as the rules were the same for all the guests. The host did *not* have to be playing by the same rules. If someone didn't show, they had a strike against them. But if the host made up rules so insane that no one showed up and played, the *host* had a strike marked against them. "In the case of Henry and Vicki, the rules were that there had to be a bridesmaid there from each of us, dressed like you are, that would sit quietly on the dildoes during the ceremony. If we couldn't produce one, we had to do it ourselves. I only have to remind you of John. "In this particular case, the bridesmaid needed to be assisted off of his or her... stimulator. I think that Henri and Vicki probably left John on there for quite some time, actually. He might be heading home now, depending upon how long the newlyweds decide to honeymoon. John probably would never admit it to my face, but I bet he enjoyed it immensely. He just can't bear to do something like that without being able to blame it on someone else. His masculine ego, or something similar. On a side note, Henri and Vicki trade roles every year." That made Jennifer pause for a moment. But it was nothing compared to the pastor! She decided to ignore it and continue. "Do you have a 'holiday?'" she asked. Richard looked off into space. "I did, back when Susana and I were married. She even dressed up for me for a year on our fridays. Then she started to refuse as she became more and more into her newfound dominatrix role. It's not that I wouldn't have done it on my own... but it was just the heartless, cold way that she treated me. It was like the Susana that I knew and loved was swallowed up by the dominatrix, so utterly that I couldn't recognize the woman that I fell in love with... like she was so in love with her new self that she couldn't see who I was anymore." Richard stared off for the longest time. "I guess that she's happy now. From what I understand, she has two loyal slaves now that positively spoil her rotten. The ice has thawed some as well. I suppose that once she felt confident in her new role, she could show her real self again. "The real mistake was holding on for as long as I did. I should have just accepted what she was becoming, given her a kiss, and cherished the memories for what they truly were. But I just couldn't..." Richard stopped his soliloquy and put his face in his hands. She could hear the distress in his voice as he remembered his ex-wife. "It's all right," Jennifer said. What should I say? she wondered. Is he about to cry or something? She remembered an article in one of her magazines that mentioned that it was very hard to get guys to talk about their true feelings. Many of them were scared by deep emotions, and would flee rather than deal with them. I don't want him to flee, or send me away, she thought. Then again, this is the first time that a man has opened himself up this much to me. I wouldn't know if the article was gospel truth or a complete crock. "We were talking about the games that you six guys play," she said, changing the subject. "How did it start for you? Did you have a woman back then to dress up for you?" she asked. Richard took a deep breath, and uncovered his face. "Actually, no. It was also decided that because I was the one to propose it, I should kick it off. I had designed my own outfit, and I had to wear my own outfit. I couldn't hire someone to wear it for me, but I did hire someone to help me get into it and out of it!" "Do you still have it?" Jennifer asked. "I'm a packrat about things like that. I think I still have every kinky outfit that I ever wore." "Would you show me?" she asked. "It would mean a lot to me." Richard looked at her. "I haven't looked at that in a *long* time. I think that it is in storage in the basement. The basement... I haven't been there yet. She remembered that there was one door that she had never been behind. Richard took her by the arm and supported her in her towering heels. Sure enough, they ended up at the mysterious locked door. Richard took a keyring out of his pocked and unlocked it. Jennifer watched carefully, and saw that he left it unlocked. He flipped on a switch just inside the doorway and the stairway down was now very well illuminated. Carefully, Richard guided her down the stairway. They ended up in the middle of a long hallway. "That way," he said, pointing to her left, "I have a private bondage dungeon, some S&M equipment, and two rooms unfinished playrooms. They had much more use when Susana was here." "Shhhh... we don't have to bring her up," said Jennifer. Richard nodded. "But this way," he said, "I have stored just about everything that I've had designed, or tried on once, or had someone her try on once. Several times I had girlfriends that didn't work out. Every time, early on, I jumped to conclusions about the relationship and had dozens of sexy outfits made up for them." The two of them slowly walked forward, and they passed the first of four doors. "They are behind this door. I have them organized by size, style, and material... just in case." "The next one is unused," he said. "I'll show you all of these in detail, but if I did it tonight, we would be down here until sunrise. This third door holds apparel of mine that is more masculine in intent. The door at the end, where we are approaching, holds my feminine kinky materials. I had a number of things made up in anticipation of one of the guys needing to dress up at the last second. Sometimes, they managed to get someone at the last second." Richard opened the door and turned on the light. She was expecting to see kinky outfits strewn everywhere. Jennifer was disappointed to see that the walls were lined with unmarked drawers of varying sizes. "How is it organized?" she asked. "I use the Richard Hane random access system," he said. "I remember where eighty percent of things are. I search frantically for the other twenty percent, if I care enough about it." Richard guided her to a drawer near the entrance. "I bet this is it," he said. He grabbed the rather large drawer by the handle and slowly pulled it out. Jennifer was surprised to see that the drawer came out almost six feet. She saw several items on it, that Richard brought out one at a time. The first items looked like high heeled shoes. I've seen enough of those around here, Jennifer thought. Maybe six inch heels, maybe less, she thought. The next thing that he pulled out looked like a cross between a corset and a hobble skirt. As he turned it around for her to examine, she realized that it served both functions. It would extend from ankle to the armpits, and laced up the back. There were several buckling straps along each side that would probably restrain the arms quite nicely against the sides of the body. The last item was a helmet. It had open eyeholes, and noseholes. At the mouth, there was a removable gag with a breathing hole. On the inside of the gag there was a very short but wide phallus that would keep the mouth quite open. All three items looked to be made of shiny black vinyl. "Wow," she said. "You wore that?" "Indeed I did," he said. "I didn't get into it on my own, though." "How could you sit down in that?" she asked. "Sit down?" he replied. "You must be kidding!" Jennifer examined the hobble corset dress. As she looked at it, she saw that there was a sheath in the front, where a man's penis could stick out. The sheath appeared to be held on only with snaps and could probably be removed... Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. If she only had the guts to go through with it... "Why don't you bring it upstairs?" she asked. "Why?" Richard asked. "It certainly won't fit you. Though I'm sure I could get one..." "That's not what I mean," she said. "I'd like to see what you looked like that first time," she said. "It's probably the closest thing you have to a prom picture," she said. "Or showing off your prom dress, as the case may be." Richard looked at her for a long second, and she started to feel uncomfortable with her scheming. "All right," he said. "It *has* been a long time since I've worn this." Jennifer carried the shoes and the helmet, while Richard dragged the corset dress up the stairs. Richard closed the door behind him, but did not lock it. He led the two of them up to his bedroom. "What first?" she asked. "Shoes first," he said. Richard sat on his bed and put the shoes on his feet. He walked around for a bit, experimentally. Jennifer could see in the mirror that their shoes were about the same height. There was a front busk on the dress, and Richard opened it up. "You will need to help me with this," he said. It was a challenge, but he managed to wriggle his way into it. He ended up standing up, supporting himself against the bedposts with his arms. He did some more wriggling while staring at his crotch, and she assumed that he was getting his penis in the sheath. She closed the busks up for him, in front, then began the slow and laborious process of lacing up the back. "God, this is a lot of work!" she said. "Now you know how I feel," he said. A bit of revenge was flowing through her thoughts. She spent close to a half of an hour tightening up everything that she could. By the time that she was done, he was laboring for breath himself against his corset. Poetic justice, she thought to herself. As he stood there with his hands against the post, Jennifer picked up the helmet and slid it over his head. She deliberately did not remove the gag. Richard let her put it on and lace it up fully in back. "We're not done yet," she said. Jennifer guided one of his arms into the straps against his corset. She buckled his arm to the corset near the shoulder, just above the elbow, and at the wrist. Then, she did the same thing to his other arm, leaving him teetering in six inch heels without being able to move his feet an inch in any direction. >From ankle to armpit, he could not bend at all. Jennifer saw that he was about to fall, and made sure that he fell onto his bed. She managed to push him all the way on his bed, lying on his back. Finally! she thought to herself. Finally *you're* the one tied up and helpless! The taste of anticipation on her lips was sweet, indeed. Chapter 17 She heard him trying to talk through his gag. Jennifer walked around the bed and looked down at the black vinyl encased Robert. He turned his head and looked up at her. "I can't hear you very well," she said with a smile on her face. This would be fun! But... I don't really want him to get all pissed off about this, she thought. "Robert," she said. "You seem to be in a bit of a bind," she said, smiling at her little joke. "All those closures and lacings on your outfit are *so* complicated. I'm just a dumb woman. It would take me forever to figure them out," she said, doing her best blond bimbo imitation. "But, I know you might be getting very upset about this. I just want to have a little fun now that you're the one in distress. I promise that by morning, I will let you out of it." She looked down at him, and could not read the look in his eyes. "If you *truly* can't trust me to do this, clench your right fist, and I'll start to get you out right now. But if you don't mind going along with your dirty minded maid, clench your left fist." Richard didn't clench either for almost a minute. "Can't decide?" she asked. Finally, he made a fist with his left hand, and a thrill went through her. Jennifer was smiling broadly. She looked at Richard's bound form one last time. He had six plus inch black stiletto heels on his feet, a very tight black vinyl corset that went from ankles to armpits, and a black vinyl hood with eye holes, nose holes, and a gag. His arms were attached to the sides of the corset by buckling straps, and could not move from their places. Out of the middle front of the corset, a black vinyl penis sheath was erect. It could be unsnapped from the corset... something that Jennifer relished the thought of. "I have something else for you to think about. I am going to get out of this purple vinyl bridesmaid's dress and boots, and run around the house naked for a while. That means that I will be out of uniform, breaking the rules. Just imagine how you are going to have to punish me for that!" she said, and gave him a kiss on his exposed neck. Jennifer left his room, walking slowly in the six and a quarter inch stiletto heeled boots. She made it back to her room, and started the laborious process of unlacing herself from her dress and boots. Maybe twenty minutes later, she was free of them. "Now what?" she wondered aloud. "I want to wear something to really turn him on." The thought of wearing the black rubber maid's outfit did not appeal to her, because Jennifer also wanted to surprise him. "I could check out his stash downstairs," she said aloud. Maybe there I could figure out what would turn him on best. I'm sure that the outfits that he designed himself would really turn him on! Jennifer walked out of her room, and detoured to Richard's room before. "Look!" she said, walking over to him. "Out of uniform!" She scampered out, and went to the basement. She opened up the door to the ex-girlfriend's outfits, and turned on the light. This one was also row after row of drawers. However, there were labels on these drawers, as well as lists of contents. Jennifer slowly walked around the room and surveyed the labels for themes. "Let's see, high heels are everywhere, and corsets are almost everywhere. I knew that already." She continued to look, and saw some other themes. "Hmmm... it seems that about half of these say 'hobble skirt', and most of the ones that don't say that say 'tight skirt' instead. Richard really likes that, doesn't he," she said. That presented Jennifer with a problem. She wouldn't mind wearing one, but that would get in the way with what she wanted to do with Richard. "Aha!" she said, as she spotted another label. '6" shoes, size 8 1/2. Corset, black, satin, 19" (autocorset ready). Hobble skirt, black, rubber. Full back 2-way zipper.' "That's it!" she said, opening up the drawer. The corset was smaller than she had worn yet, but she wouldn't have to lace it all the way up. She just wanted a skirt that was easy to remove when she wanted to. She pulled out the contents of the drawer. The shoes had the familiar locking mechanism that she was used to. The rubber hobble skirt fit the description. It looked that it would fit her very tightly, but there was a zipper that extended from floor to waist, with zippers on the top and bottom. The corset had her confused. It would extend from the top of her butt to the middle of her breasts, with half breast cups and a high back. But there were no lacings at all, and no opening in back. Instead, in front, there were two metallic strips with metal loops on the very top and bottom. Projecting from one of the strips were a half dozen very short metal rods that ended in hooks. They looked like they would enter the other metal strip via a very thin slot in the metal. Between the metal strips, there was a very long tongue of black satin material. There was one more thing in the drawer. This looked to be some sort of mechanical device, with two electric motors and a pair of short blunt metal hooks for each motor. There was an electrical plug for a wall outlet. Something clicked with Jennifer. "Ah! The motors will pull the corset in place, then the little hooks will hold it closed. This will be much easier than lacing. She took her outfit and the device and ran up to her room. First, she put on the shoes and locked them in place. Her next project was the corset. She first had to put the corset around her body. Then, she attached the hooks of the corseting device to the loops on the front of the corset. She made sure that the tongue of black satin would protect the flesh at the front of her chest from being caught between the metal strips. Last, she plugged the device into the wall. There was the whining of electrical motors, but nothing seemed to happen. She brought her hands up to the front of the corset, and found that it was indeed closing slowly. Her breath became more and more labored as the motors labored. She had to grab ahold of one of her bedposts and pant as the two metal strips neared each other. "Wasn't I planning to leave the lacings open?" she whispered aloud as the machine neared the end. "Click. Clickclickclickclick. Clickclickclickclickclickclick. The motors on the device suddenly stopped. Somehow, Jennifer managed to disconnect the machine from her corset and put it on the dresser.. She had to rest before putting on the skirt. She wanted to make a good entrance, so she left the bottom zipper at the floor. Jennifer unzipped the top zipper, and managed to wriggle inside of it while sitting on the bed. She stood up, and zipped it up in front of her. The skirt was tighter than she had guessed. Her feet could only take four inch steps in the skintight rubber hobble skirt. As she made for the door, she saw her reflection in the mirror. Locked on six inch patent spiked heel shoes adorned her feet. Just above them, an ultra tight shiny black hobble skirt began, and went all the way up to her nineteen inch corsetted waist. This black satin corset was the most extreme that she had ever worn. After the machine had done its work, there was no obvious opening in the corset. Her ultra narrow waist was countered by a very full chest. The breast cups kept the breasts upright and perky, and the top half of each nipple was visible. "This ought to get him hard," she said as she slowly walked out of his room. The heels and skirt were so restrictive, that it must have been ten minutes before she arrived at Richard's room. Jennifer was becoming hot in the crotch with anticipation, and this was without the aid of any intrusive vaginal devices. She slowly opened up his door, and she saw him crane his head around. He couldn't see her quite yet. "I'm sorry for the wait," she said. "But I had to get done up all special for you," she said. When he caught full sight of her, she swear that she saw the sheath on his black vinyl body corset move. Jennifer smiled at this. "Do you like?" she asked. There was a mumbled response from her gagged employer. Ever so slowly, she walked over to him. "I thought that you would appreciate this," she said breathlessly. The breathless part was more because of the corset than by design. Jennifer sat down on the bed and wriggled over next to him. Richard was on the center of the bed, so that by the time that Jennifer was next to him, she was entirely on the bed herself. She sat down next to his crotch, and angled her lower body towards his upper body so that he could get a very clear look at what she was wearing. Jennifer raised her ankles up and wriggled her shoes around for him to see. "Are you a little excited by this?" she asked as she put one of her hands on his vinyl sheathed penis. It barely moved at all. "Maybe we'll just have to do something about it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she unsnapped the sheath that kept his manhood chained in place. It took her some effort to get the sheath off of his manhood. When it was off, she saw why. His erect penis was bigger around than the width of the sheath. He must have been mighty uncomfortable! Jennifer thought. Slowly and gently, she used her hands to stroke his penis. It was rock hard, and hot under her touch. I'm not going to make it easy on you, she thought, remembering Richard's teasing tongue. Several minutes of gentle stroking left him hard. She thought she felt something twitch inside of his black body corset, so she stopped and grinned at him. "Close?" she asked. His only reply was a groan. Jennifer wriggled around and managed to lie down on her front. Her corsetted and rubber skirted rear was right next to his head. She twitched her butt muscles and wriggled her legs when she knew that he was looking. Jennifer leaned over him and brought her tongue into play. She licked around the base of his penis, then ever so gently licked the underside of his penis while holding the base with one of her hands. She felt it twitch in her hands. Semen suddenly shot out of his intensely erect penis and hit the mirror some fifteen feet away. "Christ!" she said aloud as he continued to spew forth his fluids. A good amount of it made a mess on his black vinyl corset dress. She heard him moan and try to wriggle within his confining outfit. But he had designed it too well and all he could do is rotate his high heeled feet. I guess this kinky stuff *really* turns him on, she thought. I've never even heard of a guy coming that easily. As she tried to breath in the corset, Jennifer realized that 'easily' was a matter of perspective. "What a mess you've made!" she said in mock anger. She took the corner of a bed sheet and used it to wipe the thick fluid off of his corset. "What am I to do with you?" she asked. Richard's penis started to become limp. All that she had to do was wriggle her butt and bring her hobble skirted legs even closer to his face. His penis was instantly hard again. "Again?" she asked. "I don't know about this. I think that you've been a bad boy. Do you deserve any more tonight? Maybe I should just put the sheath on you and prance around in front of you for awhile. What do you think?" Richard let out a long, incomprehensible groan. "Well, if you put it *that* way," she said. Let's just see how hot my outfit and his makes him, she thought. She brought her head down on his groin, and brought her lips down on the underside of his penis, near his base. She gently sucked, but didn't move up the length of his penis or use any hard pressure. Jennifer did this for maybe ten minutes, while wriggling her lower half around in front of him. She was about to try something else when she felt a familiar twitching in his penis. Another wad of semen was ejected from his penis. This one only made it to the edge of the bed. Again, while moaning in pleasure, he made a mess of his shiny black corset. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you," she said, shaking her head. "No self control at all." Jennifer decided to see what kind of limits Richard had. She didn't even bother to clean him up. Instead, she sat back up and grabbed ahold of his penis. With full pressure and range of motion, she used her hand like a piston to stimulate him. She had to switch hands, but forty minutes brought three climaxes. "Are you sure that you haven't starred in a porn movie?" she said. His response was mumbled. Richard's penis, although moderately large, did not have the superhuman mass that she had seen in her two X-rated movie experiences. And after the third time, it took her less than a minute of rubbing her rubber clad legs against his bare arm and stroking his penis to bring it back to full hardness again. "And to think that I've been wasting all of that," she said. Jennifer leaned back on the bed, and unzipped her skirt. She slithered out of it, showing her bare legs and dripping crotch in stark contrast to her extreme black satin corset and long six inch spiked heels. Moving carefully in her corset, she straddled his slick black vinyl corsetted body and guided his erect penis into her wet and waiting receptacle. "Ooooh," she said as it slid in. She gently moved her hips back and forth against the slick vinyl. She moved his penis back and forth inside of her, bringing it up against her aching clit. It only took her a few minutes to reach her height of pleasure. When she was there, she collapsed on top of him, with his penis still inside of her, and struggled to regain her breath against the extreme tightness of her corset. She could feel him trying to thrust, but the corset held his legs and torso rigid. All he could do was thrash his shoulders about, clench his fists, and twitch his high heeled feet about. At least I can recover between orgasms, she thought to herself. Even if I am wearing a corset, I don't have to screw until I pass out! She righted herself and looked down at him. "Is something wrong?" she asked. There was only a short groan from Richard. Jennifer resumed her grinding and sliding, and it took her less than ten minutes to reach orgasm again. Again she collapsed on top of him to recover. He was still rock hard inside of her. It took Jennifer longer to recover this time. The third time, as she orgasmed, she finally felt him shooting his sexual fluids inside of her. She smiled as she collapsed on top of him yet again. "Was that good for you?" she asked as she recovered from this experience. Richard moaned a great long moan through his gag. "I'll be back," she said as she disengaged from him. She had to truly concentrate to walk in the heels with echoes of sexual pleasure still bouncing around her body. She went to the bathroom, took a wet washcloth, and soaked it with warm water. Jennifer cleaned herself up, then Richard. She was not quite in the mood to continue yet. So, she returned to the bed, and wriggled her way back into the rubber hobble skirt. "You like me to wear this?" she asked him. A half erect cock that suddenly reached a full erection was her answer. Jennifer teased the tip of his penis with her fingers for the longest time. Then, she unzipped the skirt and found her position on top of him once again. He's going to get no sleep tonight, Jennifer vowed. But for that matter, neither will I. Chapter 18 Hey, I haven't even written this chapter yet, so how are you supposed to read it? Yeesh! Note: The pace of the chapters will likely slow down after this -- Real Life intrudes. Be patient, though. OK, I know that you're not good at being patient then. 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