Message-ID: <2810eli$9708101436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Hired Help(31-33) (bond, M/f, heels, corset, rubber/PVC, sex) (Part11/17) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5skrpf$a16$11@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(31-33) From: dark1@inwave.com (Dark One) Date: Thu, 28 Mar 1996 02:30:05 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 11 (chapters 31-33) by Dark One Chapter 31 She was again naked in the realm of dreams. Jennifer was travelling down a long tunnel under the earth, with an almost blind mole as her guide. "What's the hurry?" she asked. "She's near, near!" the mole said. Suddenly, the tunnel opened up into a small cavern. Embedded in the ceiling were gemstones of every color, and each of them was glowing brightly. This illuminated the items below. On the floor, there was a chaotic assortment of fetish items, scattered with metal armor and medival weaponry. "You said I'm supposed to prepare for battle?" she asked. Experimentally, she picked up a gleaming silver sword. "I can barely lift it!" she exclaimed. "No, no!" exclaimed the mole. "She will never give way against that!" Jennifer scanned around the floor. "I don't understand." "A sword will never win his heart!" Comprehension slowly sank in. She found a pair of thigh-high stiletto heeled boots, and quickly slipped them on. "Hurry! I can hear her footsteps!" Sure enough, Jennifer could hear the sound of stiletto heels clicking on a stone floor. Hurriedly, she put on a pair of black rubber gloves, then she pulled a satin corset around her waist and hastily tightened it. The footsteps were closer, closer. Jennifer scanned the room, and pulled a tight black rubber pencil skirt up to her waist. It held her knees together, but she could still walk. "Too late!" screamed the mole. Looming in the shadowy entrance was a female figure. Jennifer could not make out the face, but she knew the name. "Susana," she whispered. She heard a sharp cracking sound as the woman sent her whip forward. She was covered with gleaming black leather from neck to toes. Her feet were encased in stiletto heeled boots, and as she stepped forward into the room, she could see the familiar face from the photos in the attic. "So, you're the bitch in the house now?!" she exclaimed. "I do not tolerate anyone touching what is mine!" she said, with venom in her voice. "He was mine once, and he will be mine forever!" "Then why did you leave him?" she asked. A look of rage came across Susana's face, and she struck out with her whip. Jennifer put her hands up, and felt the whip connect with her forearm. Strangely, there was no pain through the rubber. "*He* was the disloyal one! *He* did not bow to his rightful master!" She sent the whip at Jennifer yet again. This time, it connected on her forehead. A very sharp pain suddenly shot through her skull. "Aaah!" she said, as she staggered in the heels and pencil skirt. "*He* is the one that could not let go!" she screamed. "I knew who I was, but he would not let be that person!" Susana sent the whip flying yet again. This time, it connected at her waist. Through the corset, Jennifer felt nothing. Wait a second, thought Jennifer. The whip only hurts if it touches bare skin! She searched around for something to cover her shoulders, breasts, and head. A rubber cloak with attached hood met the bill. She squirmed towards it, and before Susana could send the whip flying again, Jennifer had put the hood on her head and tucked her body within it. She had only small holes fo the eyes, nose and mouth. Susana's fury continued. But each strike of the whip was rebuffed by the outfit that she wore. Confidently, Jennifer walked forward towards her. A look of defeat crossed Susana's face, and she dropped her whip. "There's one more that you must face," she said, as her body slowly turned to smoke. What a strange dream, thought Jennifer as she woke up. She was still tied spread eagle to Richard's bed. The long black rubber gloves, stockings, heels, garter belt, and corset were still all in place on her. Richard was nowhere to be seen. The light coming in through the almost closed curtains indicated that it was morning. "Richard?" she said, and there was no reply. "Richard?" she said, louder now. There was a faint voice from the distance. Jennifer could see that the bedroom door was partially open, and that's where the voice had come from. Richard came into the room a minute later, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a tray of food. "Breakfast in bed?" he said, putting the tray down on the nightstand. "Sounds good to me," she said. "But... it's a little hard for me to eat right now." "I don't understand," Richard said, breaking off a small piece of bacon and putting it in her mouth. "As far as I can tell, you're mouth is working fine. That's all you need to eat, actually." Richard fed her breakfast to her one bit at a time, and brought a straw to her lips so that she could sip her juice. "Um, there's one other thing. I really have to pee," she said. "It's been a *long* time since I've done that!" Richard said nothing in reply, but simply walked around to the corners of the bed and untied her arms and legs. Jennifer took a moment to move her shoulders and legs, then brought her feet to the floor and stood up. She had forgotten how high the heels were that she was wearing. Jennifer lost balance after the first step, and had to grab ahold of Richard to keep from falling. "Sorry," she said. Richard just smiled and helped her to the bathroom. She attented to her bodily functions, then came back to the bedroom, walking slowly in the heels. She found him sitting on the bed, munching on his own breakfast. Jennifer sat down next to him. "What now?" she asked. "I'm not sure, actually," he said. "I haven't made plans for the day." "That's not what I meant," she asked. "What about us?" Richard did not look like he fully understood the question. "Am I... am I still just the hired help?" "No, Jennifer," he said. "You are much more than that." He put another bit of food in his mouth. "Then what am I?" she asked. "What are we?" Richard stopped chewing. "That's... not an easy question," he said, then swallowed. "Not easy at all. Dear Jennifer... when I first hired you, I was never expecting anything like *this*!" "But isn't that what you were hoping for?" Jennifer asked. "You're more than I dared hope for!" Richard replied enthusiastically. "So much more!" "But what am I to you?" she asked. Richard was silent for a few seconds. "What do you want to be?" he asked. "I want to be with you for a long time," she said. "I want to be at your side." The next words choked in her mouth. Dare I say it? Will I lose him if I do? The words came out, almost unwillingly. "I want to be your wife," she said. Chapter 32 Richard looked at her, boring into her with his eyes. "Do you... do you know what you're asking?" he asked. "I want to marry you," she reiterated. This time there was no hesitation. The act of saying it aloud had crystallized the idea in her mind. "I've been married once before," he said. "It didn't work out. What makes you think that this will?" "Don't you want to marry me?!" she asked sharply. "That's not what I said," he said, with his voice rising as well. "Jennifer, darling, I want you to be *sure* of what you're getting into. I've had a marriage go sour, because we were not honest with what we wanted." "I know that I want to be with you," she said. "I'm sure of that." "Are you?" he asked. "In my way, I'm a very demanding man," he said. "I have money, and I have desires. I life my life the way I choose to, and I'm not very likely to change much of that." "I wouldn't ask you to change," she said. "Think about that carefully," he warned. "I have a long list of expectations that I have for a woman -- for *you*," he said. "Let me tell you what your life will be like. "You will exist for my pleasure, in the way you will look, and the life you will lead. You will be able to count on one hand the number of hours in a week that you will not be corsetted, wearing heels, and restrained in some way. I will stimulate you as often and in any way that I choose, and I will spend my free time thinking of new ways to keep you guessing. If you displease me, expect to be punished as I see fit. "Freedoms that you take for granted will be taken from you. What you wear, how you look, when you go out shopping, how you spend your free time... that will be mine to decide." "Richard..." Jennifer asked, interrupting his soliloquy. "How... how does that differ from how you have been treating me?" Richard paused to think about that for a moment. "You have a point. actually, it's not that different. But... it may be an even more extreme version of what you are experiencing now." Jennifer looked down at herself and saw the nineteen inch corset and seven inch spiked heels that she wore with her rubber ensemble. She had a hard time picturing how it could become more extreme. "I've stayed here, doing what you wanted me to do, being the woman that you wanted me to be. I've stayed. I'm not going to say that I enthusiastically love every second of it, or every detail. But... you've shown me things, done things to me... that I've never even imagined existed before. I... I like being here. I *love* being with you. I want it to continue, but I want us to be even closer? Can you understand that?" she asked. "I understand, but... I'm not sure if I truly *believe*," he said. "Believe?" asked Jennifer. "You don't believe me?" "I believe that every word you have said is sincere, and true from you heart," he said. "But... perhaps its 'burned once, twice shy.'" "What will make you believe?" Jennifer asked. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach. I love you! What more could I possibly do to convince you? Richard looked down after seeing the look on her face. "I'm sorry for doubting you," he said. With a sudden motion, he left the bed and jumped to his feet. Richard went to his dresser, and knelt down to rummage through a bottom drawer. "What are you doing?" she asked. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Am I going to lose you? she wondered. He stood up and turned around. In his hand was a small box. "These things really should be done properly," he said. Richard walked over to her, and knelt down on one knee. "Jennifer, my love," he said, opening up the box and withdrawing a diamond ring. "Will you marry me?" Jennnifer had to remember to breathe. It took her several tries before any sound could come out of her mouth. "Of course I will marry you!" she said, breathlessly against the tightness of the corset. She offered her hand, and Richard slowly pushed the white metal ring onto her black rubber covered finger. He had to twist it a couple of times to get it on, but when he was done, it was firmly in place on her finger. She brought the ring close and examined it in wonder. The ring was made of a shiny metal, just as heavy as gold, but brighter than white gold or silver. A single large diamond sparkled, flawless to her senses. "Oh, Richard!" she said, throwing her arms wide. Richard lept to his feet and embraced her. He pulled her to her feet and twirled her around the room. In the seven inch heels, she found that she was taller than him by a couple of inches. Richard had to pull her down to kiss her. They made love that morning on his bed. Every time that she saw the ring that was on her finger, another shiver would go through her as Richard sent her to the heights of pleasure. Jennifer lost track of the time that they spent together. She felt like she was walking with the clouds as Richard touched her tenderly and then savagely. The tightness of the corset didn't seem to bother her a bit. Instead, she simply enjoyed the experiences that the corset gave her when she was near orgasm and her body struggled for breath. She didn't fight against it, just experienced it. It must have been past noon by the time that they were done. Jennifer was lying on her side, with her eyes closed, while Richard snuggled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. She might have dozed off, and her dreams were filled with the music. Sounds of wedding bells mixed with sweet melodies passed through her mind. A growling stomach finally roused her from her slumber. Richard was still behind her, barely shifted from his previous spot. Jennifer twisted around to face her fiance, and put her black rubbery arms around his body. "I love you," she breathed to him. "My wonderfully perverted husband to be." Richard smiled and stroked her hair with his hand. "I love and adore you, dear Jennifer," he said. "Forgive me for breaking the mood, but a few details need to be discussed." "Like what?" she asked. "A wedding date," he said. "And our lives between now and then." "What is today? I've completely lost track of the date." "May twenty fourth," he said. "A friday." "How about tomorrow?" she asked. Richard smiled broadly at that. "Oh, no! Some sort of preparations have to be made for the event. It will be a grand affair, I guarantee! You don't even have a dress yet!" "What about the one I found in the basement?" she asked, playfully. "An intriguing idea, but no. A dress must be made uniquely for you. I insist." Jennifer accepted this. "Is there any reason to wait?" she asked. "I would think it would take at least two weeks to prepare," he said. "Other than that, no," he said. "How about two weeks after tomorrow," she said. "I think that would be June eighth." "June eighth it is then!" he said. "Is there anything else?" she asked. "Yes, there is," he said. "I... feel that I should... show you what it will be like to be married to me," he said. "You haven't already?" she asked. "I'm not sure of that yet. But I will be," he said. "For the next two weeks, you will experience what it truly will be like to be married to me," he said. "I have to be sure. If, by the wedding day, you do not wish to go through with it, I will understand." "Oh, I love you so much!" she said. "What possibly makes you think that I wouldn't go through with it?" Chapter 33 That question was echoing through her mind the next day as Richard brought in her saturday outfit. He had let her disrobe completely Friday night, engagement ring included, and they spent the night together in his bed. Jennifer woke up alone in his bed, with fond recollections of the night in front of her eyes. Just a few minutes later, a nude Richard returned with a box in his hands. First, he brought out a corset. This one was made of a dark purple satin. It extended from the bottom of her breasts to her hips. This one had the same hidden latched closures as the black one she had been wearing, but this time in back. She saw that Richard had brought the motorized corset tightener as well. "What size is that?" she asked him. Jennifer slid off the bed and stood up. She found herself on her tiptoes, as her feet refused to flatten on the floor without a pain shooting through the backs of her legs. Jennifer stood on her tiptoes and leaned against one of the large posts of the bed. "Eighteen inches, I think," he said as he put the corset around her. The corset had cutouts around each breast, and did not in any way cover either of them. Richard attached the device to the back of the corset, then plugged it in and let the motor and gears slowly pull the corset closed. Richard did not wait for the device to finish its work before continuing. Next, he pulled out a pair of purple satin high heeled shoes. These looked to be equal in height to the seven inch ones that she had worn yesterday. Jennifer did not relish trying to balance in the heels again today. However, it was just as uncomfortable now to try to balance *without* any heels on! Jennifer sat down as Richard locked the shoes onto her feet. The corset continued to close, and she now had to take quick shallow breaths as the corset pulled her waist in. Richard now waited for the motor to pull the corset shut. The wait must have been over five minutes. By the time she heard the latches of the corset click shut, she was actively panting for breath, even though her exertions were minimal. "God, this is tight!" she exclaimed aloud as Richard removed the motorized device from the corset. Richard did not reply to this. He simply brought out his next device. This was a matching purple satin armbinder. Jennifer balanced in her ever so high heels as Richard went behind her and guided both of her arms into the single sleeve. This laced up in back and had several straps that would attach around her chest, holding the binder in place. Richard first buckled the straps in place, then started to lace the armbinder together. He did not stop until she could feel her elbows touching. The muscles in her shoulders were protesting the abuse, and every inch of her arms and hands felt to be under pressure in the satin restraining device. The last thing that he brought out was a helmet. Again, this was made out of purple satin. There were zippers for the eyes and mouth, and two small holes for the nose. In back, there was lacing that would allow the hood to be tightly fastened around the head. Richard slipped the hood over her head, and laced it up in back. The zippers were open, so Jennifer was able to look around as Richard laced the helmet up. The shoes, the corset, and the armbinder were all causing unique cramps and aches to go through her body. "Is that it?" she asked, sounding short of breath. "For now," said Richard. Deliberately, he closed the zipper over her mouth, then the ones that allowed her to see. Jennifer was now completely in the dark, and her short rapid breaths hissed loudly through her nose. She tried to ask him another question, but the helmet held her mouth shut and reduced it to a mumble. She felt him fastening something that felt like a collar around her neck. She felt a tug on it, and stepped forward in the direction of the force. Within three steps, she had stumbled in her seven inch heels. With the armbinder in place, there was no way that she could use her arms to stop her fall. But before she could fall, she felt Richard catch her body and hold her up until she could regain her footing. Slowly, Richard led her through the house. She thought that were in his den, but could not be sure. "Kneel down," Richard directed. Carefully, she lowered herself to the floor. "Now back up," he said. Jennifer did so, and had to bend over forward as she felt something hard on top of her. I bet that's his desk above me, she thought to herself. She heard him pull a chair forward, then felt his legs agains her shoulders. He spread his legs wider, bringing her helmeted head near his crotch. "This is not punishment, Jennifer," he said by way of explanation. "Consider this to be... training. "Your sexual skills, although good for one with no formal training, need to be honed to a new height," he said. "Your goal will be to pleasure me at least ten times before the day is up," he said. Ten times? Jennifer thought. *Ten* times? "As motivation, you will not be allowed to have any pleasure of your own until you have suceeded at least five times," he said. "Also, if you do not suceed, you will be sentenced to solitary confinement for the night," he said. She felt him unzip the zipper that restrained her mouth. Her crotch was wet, and what she really wanted to do was to pull him down and have him right there. But with the armbinder, there was no way for her to do that, or even touch her own crotch. She felt the tip of Richard's erect penis brush up against her lips. Slowly, she opened up her mouth and leaned forward, taking his rod inside of her mouth. It was mostly erect when she brought it in, and became fully erect when she started to run her mouth up and down the length of it. This is one time that I'm glad he's *not* hung like a horse! Jennifer thought. She had no way to keep track of time. Jennifer used the tricks that she had learned from her previous experiences, employing her tongue, teeth, and even the back of her throat. Although hard within her mouth, she heard him calmly talking on the phone, quoting stock prices and apparently conducting business of some sort. He was in mid-sentence when she finally felt his manhood start to twitch. Richard did not cry out in any way when his semen started to shoot into her mouth. All the reaction that she noticed was a tensing in the legs and a short pause in the conversation. Jennifer sucked it down, having no other way of dealing with it. When she was done, she pulled back and tried to get more comfortable. Her jaw and lips were sore already. The position under the desk was crampt, made more so by the corset and armbinder. And even though she was not walking in the shoes, her toes were protesting the sharp angle that they were being bent by the shoes. How am I going to do it *ten* times? wondered Jennifer. She managed a second one, but the effort left her absolutely drained and sore. "I have to stop," she said, panting and moving her jaw back and forth. "If you wish," he said, pulling his chair back. He helped her to get out from the desk and stand up. "Do you need to sit down?" "Please," said Jennifer, and he led her over to a chair in the den. She had to sit on the front edge to make room for her bound arms behind her. "I brought something to drink and to snack on, if you would like." Jennifer remembered that the day had started out without breakfast. Skipped meals seemed to be the norm, as of late. "That would be very nice," she said. Richard put a straw to her mouth, and let her drink down a cool, tangy citrus drink. He fed her bitewise something that tasted like sechwan chicken. "That's enough," said Jennifer. "Ready to continue?" asked Richard. "Not yet," she said. Her mouth was still protesting the previous exertions. She heard him leave her side and sit back down, presumably at his desk. "I have a rather clear idea of what the wedding should be like," said Richard. "I know that the wedding details are usually the responsibility of the bride and her family, but our situation is unique." She thought about that for a second. "I'll agree with that." "But... I'm not going to decide every detail. Who should be your maid of honor?" he asked. "And any bridesmaids?" Jennifer thought about that. "I think that Vicki should be there," she said. "A bridesmaid. But... a long time ago, I promised my younger sister Laura that she could be the maid of honor at my wedding. Is that allright?" she asked. "Well, how do you think your sister would take it?" Richard asked. Jennifer thougth back to Vicki's renewal of vows that she had seen and experienced. How would she take that? "I really don't know," she said. "I think that, if I'm going to have her here, we should fill her in on some of the... details before she shows up. I have a feeling that this is going to be alot like Vicki's walk down the aisle," she said. "There will be similarities," agreed Richard. "Anyone else?" he asked. "Not my mother!" Jenifer said sharply. "I don't want that bitch anywhere near me!" "What about your father?" asked Richard. This brought Jennifer up short. "I... don't know where he is. He left my mother when I was in third grade." Richard was quiet for a long minute. "At least that simplifies it a bit," he said. "I'm sorry for bringing it up." "Oh, you had no way to know," she said, as old memories spun their way back through her mind. "I don't blame him for leaving. I just wish that I could have gone with him." She heard Richard walk up to her and cup her face with his hands. "Are you going to be all right?" he asked. "I will be," she said. "I did my crying about it a long time ago." She knew that her statement was only a half truth. He stayed there for another long silent moment. Jennifer felt his lips on her own, and he stroked her shoulders gently. "I have my own guest list," he said. "It includes all five of the other owners of Fantasy Supreme, and their signifigant others. I would like Becky and Henry to be there as well. I'm not meaning to completely take over the guest list..." "Oh, that's all right," she said. "I understand. Actually, I think I'm ready to continue my 'training'. Is there anything you want to tell me? About how to do it better?" she asked. Richard helped her to return to her seven inch heeled feet. "Not yet. I'll give you some hints tomorrow if it comes to that," he said. He guided her back under the desk and sat down in front of her. His penis was mostly limp, now. She had to bring it back to life with her lips before she could bring it inside of her mouth. 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> /