Message-ID: <2820eli$9708101437@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - HIRED HELP Ch8-10 (bond, M/f, heels, corset, rubber/PVC, sex) (Part3/17) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stoires,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5skrll$a16$3@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 Ch8-10 (bond, M/f, heels, corset, rubber/PVC, sex) Date: Mon, 01 Jan 1996 21:05:19 GMT Organization: Alpha.net -- Milwaukee, WI Lines: 603 Message-ID: <4c989t$2vi@homer.alpha.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: 206.101.238.101 ****** 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 3 (chapters 8-10) by Dark One Chapter 8 She heard Richard shower and go through his other morning activities. When he emerged, he was completely naked. He walked over to her and untied the rope that kept her from twisting around. Next, he unplugged the cord between her chastity belt and torturously stimulating electrical device. After he unlocked the wrist restraints, she collapsed. Only Richard's strong arm around her corsetted waist kept her from hitting the floor. I'm so tired... she thought as fatigue, held at bay for so long, now entered her with a vengeance. He did not release her feet from the hobble, but instead picked her up in his arms. I've been swept off my feet, she thought deleriously as he carried her out of his room. If only I could appreciate this. Richard gently laid her down on her bed. She collapsed immediately and barely budged as he started to remove the remaining bondage attire from her. The ankle restraints, the shoes. Then, to her surprise, the belt. She managed to crack her eyes open and look at him as he did that. The look on his face was almost... tender. "Richard...", she said dreamily as he turned her over and started to unlace her corset. Within a few minutes, he rolled her back on her front and unhooked the front busks. Did she dream it, or did he give her a kiss before he left the room? Birds flew by underneath her as she traveled on tiptoes above the clouds. Jennifer looked down, and saw the world below her. She was not surprised to see that she wore white shoes on her feet, with the stiletto heels so impossibly high that she could not see them touch the ground. A bird landed on her left shoulder, then the right. Both were green with red feathers around the eyes. "See, see!" the one on the right said. "Listen, listen well," said the one on her left shoulder. They disappeared, and she looked around. Then, from behind her, a hand reached around and touched her on the cheek. She shivered as a pair of lips kissed her on the back of the neck. "Richard..." she called out, and tried to turn around. Jennifer moved with impossible slowness. She felt her heels slipping on the earth far below, and her body began to fall, fall so far... She woke up with a start. For the first time several days, she woke up completely naked. Slowly, she rubbed her hands over her chest and crotch, not quite believing it. Her shoulders and feet were still sore from her last ordeal. Her crotch did not seem sore at all, surprisingly. She rolled to a sitting position on the side of the bed, and tried to stand up. The headache that greeted her sent her back to the bed, and she remained there for several minutes until it subsided. This almost feels like a hangover, she thought. Slowly, she managed to get to her feet. Jennifer walked to the bathroom, and found some ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet. Three tablets later, she walked back into her room and discovered a note on the nightstand. Jennifer, I won't be back until late tonight. Feel free to make yourself whatever you want for supper. There is going to be a small change in your sleeping arrangements. I would like for you to get up before me and have breakfast waiting for me in the kitchen. Therefore, you will need to get all of your preparations done the evening before. As for your wake-up call... I'm sure that you saw my alarm clock system in action last night. There is now one for you as well in your room. The control panel, wires and chains are located in a panel in your headboard. You will find it if you look. The wire connects to your chastity belt, and the wrist cuffs are in the top dresser drawer. All parts need to be connected for it to properly work. Remember... there will be no wakeup call. Oversleeping will result in disciplinary actions. Richard. What the... Jennifer thought as she read his note. She was mulling over the full ramifications of the letter as she felt around her headboard. Sure enough, it was there. She found a small hinged door there, with recessed hinges and a hard to find latch. Jennifer opened it, and saw an electronic control panel set several inches back behind it. There were four dials along the bottom and a flashing LED display that flashed 030...008...020...030, then paused, then repeated. Below that there was a short chain with a wire wrapped around that on the inner ledge. Jennifer took it out, and saw that it was identical to the one that Richard had used. The chain ended in a small metal cube. This cube had the two slots in the sides, just like Richard's. The wire entered the box on the top, and exited out the bottom. Six more feet of power cord led to a plug for a power socket.. She left the panel open and sighed. She went to her dresser drawer and opened it up. Sure enough, there were two wrist cuffs and two padlocks there. The wrist cuffs each had four inch long chains which ended in the familiar metal fork... And her chastity belt was there, complete with dildo and rubber warts. She did not know whether to smile or cry when she saw it. She sat down on the bed and was about to turn on the television when her stomach grumbled. Jennifer headed for the door... and remembered Richard's rule about leaving her room out of uniform. She opened the door a crack and listened intently. Not a sound came from the rest of the house. "If he's not here..." she said as she stepped out naked into the hallway. There was no sign of him as she cautiously made her way to the kitchen. She threw last night's leftovers into the microwave and sat down while they heated up. Ding! She pulled the food out and dug in. Ten minutes later, she was done. She hunted around, and found a clock that showed the time to be half past seven. Hmmm, she thought. Time to do some exploring. Most of the house as she remembered was very impersonally decorated. The only rooms that had any personality at all were his den and his bedroom. Thoughts of his bedroom started to make her warm. But that's probably locked, she thought to herself. Guessing that, she headed for his den. It was unlocked, and she let herself in and sat down at the desk. Let's see what's in these drawers... The lower three drawers were unlocked, but the top two were not. There, she found another few financial sheets with outrageous numbers on them. Then, in the other one... Drawings. They looked to be originals, not copies, and were fairly well done. The first drawing took her a moment to recognize. It was a nude drawing... of herself. The second one showed her in her maid's outfit. It was not exactly lifelike, but more like a fashion plate. She turned it over on the desk and looked at the third. This one was a picture of her in the red rubber hobble dress. She looked up momentarily, and saw that there was writing on the back of the second drawing. 'Can you make this by tomorrow?' was scrawled on top. Below this, in different handwriting, was the reply. 'This and the next one... but the other four will take at least a week... probably two.' Four others? she wondered. The rest of the sheets were blank. She searched the drawer for more drawings, but none was there to be found. Jennifer poked around his den, but did not find anything more of interest. Out of idle curiosity, she poked around the rest of the house. Room after impersonal room. On the second floor, in a dark side hall, she found a doorway that led further up. Jennifer had not been there before, and she headed up immediately. It was dark, and she fumbled around with her hands in the stairwell until she found a light switch. A single lonely lightbulb cast a dim light around the very expansive attic that she saw. There were a number of cardboard boxes stacked up in one corner, and a large chest in the other. Carefully, she moved through the shadows and started to open the first box. She noticed that they were all labeled "Dad's stuff". She grabbed ahold of the first object at the top of the box. It was a musty, yellowing bondage magazine. Jennifer scanned through it and saw page after page of tied up women. High heels and corsets were common in the magazine. She saw that the copyright was from over twenty years ago. The rest of the box was the same. Jennifer repacked the box and started to methodically investigate the others. There were four more boxes of the same. The sixth box held clothing instead. High heels, a corset, a bra with built in falsies... a couple of dresses She slipped a shoe on briefly, and felt that it was much too large for her. With a start, she realized that this clothing was sized for a *man* to wear. Jennifer repacked the box and continued. One more box of transvestite trappings. The last three held all sorts of restraints and discipline devices. The leather felt old and stiff, like it had not been cared for in years. She repacked the last box, and went to the trunk. It was unlocked, and did not look to be terribly old. Inside, she found more clothing. Thigh high boots with stiletto heels, a corset, leather gloves... and a whip. There were pictures in this box as well. She saw a younger Richard posing with a raven haired beauty. About half of the pictures were of them in mundane settings. There was a wedding picture of the two of them. From her dress, she guessed that the woman had to be wearing a tight corset underneath. But the rest were of a more intimate sort. Richard and the woman dressed up in leather at what looked like a kinky party. There were pictures of the woman bound up, wearing corsets and heels, with sex toys on her genitals... and wearing a dominatrix outfit, identical to what was in the box. Richard was also the subject of a candid photographic history. There were many pictures of him in a dominant leather outfit, but some pictures of Richard being the one tied up. And in a some, it looked like Richard was dressed up in woman's clothing, usually in bondage as well. She dug deeper, and found letters. Not many, but a few. She found the one with the latest postmark and started to read. Dear Richard: I'm sorry that it had to end this way. You showed me how to look inside and find what's really inside. Now I know what I really want. I will fondly remember the wonderful moments that we had together, and try to forget the pain that I caused. I hope that someday you can forgive me. I've found a slave named Jerry that may prove to be worthy to serve me. His ordeal will be severe, but there is no other way to be sure, is there? With memories, and regrets, Susana Jennifer thumbed through the rest of them, and found them to be similar in content. Deep in thought, she repacked the trunk and headed back downstairs, turning off the light on the way down. She wandered to the entryway, and paced back and forth a bit. But then, through a window, she saw headlights traveling down the long private driveway. "Oh, shit!" she said aloud. "He's almost here!" Chapter 9 She took off for her room at a dead run. Jennifer flew inside and headed for the top drawer. First she locked on one wrist cuff, then the other. She hesitated with the chastity belt. Once I get it on, it isn't coming off until he unlocks it, she knew. Maybe I can just plug everything in without actually wearing the belt, she thought. But, somehow, deep down, she was sure that he would check in on her tonight. She pulled the belt tightly around her waist. She had to strain to lock it in place. This puzzled her for a moment. Then she realized that before, there had been a corset underneath that had narrowed her waist. *Now* Jennifer remembered the directions on his note. He had told her to 'get all of her preparations done the evening before'. "Shit!" she said aloud. Jennifer clenched her fists in frustration, then made up her mind. She reached between her legs and pulled the strap through. Her lack of lubrication made it very difficult to get in properly. She had to spend almost a minute putting it in, and when she finally latched it in place, it still felt much more uncomfortable than it ever had before. She heard the sound of the front door opening. Jennifer quickly walked to the bedroom door, wincing as she stepped forward and moved the unlubricated parts around inside of her. She quietly closed the door, and turned off the light. As she fumbled for her bed, she thought that she heard footsteps in the house. Jennifer hastily flopped into bed and fumbled with the chain. She realized that she needed to plug the belt in first, or she wouldn't be able to after her hands were connected to the wall with just a couple of feet of chain. Frantically, she fumbled in the dark, finally finding what seemed to be an outlet for it. First metal fork. It went in with a click. The second one slipped away. As she fumbled around, trying to get a grip on it, she could tell that her wrist was now firmly attached to the wall via the chain. The second one finally slipped in. Jennifer arched her back and had to stifle an outcry as the vibrations erupted in her groin. She writhed and tried to bring her hands down to her crotch. She wanted to pull it out... do something. But the chain held tight and prevented her from doing this. Jennifer saw the door starting to open. She gritted her teeth and managed to reduce her movement to a slow grind. As the door opened, she closed her eyes to a mere slit and looked at him. The light from the hallway seemed to shine directly on Jennifer. She saw that Richard did not come any further into the room. He just looked her up and down, with a slight smile on his face. Then his smile turned to a frown. Without saying anything, he closed the door and she could hear the sound of his receding footsteps. Jennifer let out the groan that she had been stifling. In spite of the discomfort, the vibrations from the dildo in her belt were slowly getting her juices flowing. In a matter of a few minutes, she was lubricated enough for the dildo to slide the rest of the way inside of her. The nubs above the dildo finally slid into their appointed spot near her clitoris. This was vibrating just as furiously as the phallus inside of her. As they touched the flesh inside of her, the resulting sensations felt like a bolt of electricity coursing up her spine. Her hands strained against the cuffs and her toes curled. "Aaahh!" she cried out. Jennifer twisted and thrashed about in the bed. She managed to turn over and tried to dislodge the plug to her belt, but it seemed to be almost all the way inside of the belt and impossible to remove. There was tension along her entire body, from face and hands down her back and through her legs. She must have held this pose for minutes. When she finally relaxed her body, it was to grind her hips back and forth in an insane fury. Jennifer did not know if she was trying to dislodge the vibrating devices within, or to egg them on. After only seconds of this, she cried out again as an orgasm slowly started to rumble through her body. It started as a fire in her crotch, then magically moved to her toes. Her fingers were next, and it felt like gentle, humming waves radiating out from her groin. Slowly, ever so slowly, the waves of pleasure traveled through her body. When the waves met the fire in her fingers and toes, her entire body seemed to catch on fire. She kicked her legs up and waved them wildly in midair as the pleasure reached its peak. The ebbing was just as slow. First, her legs were released from the flames, then her thighs. Jennifer's legs dropped back to the bed like the nerves had been cut. Next, the heat in her hands slowly cooled down, and her hands unclenched of their own accord. The inferno receded from her face, and she was able to unclench her jaw. There was a tingling in her breasts, and all that was left was a humming feeling in her crotch. She had two more orgasms before the power finally turned off. When it was done, she felt relaxed, but not tired. There was a feeling of euphoria as she tried to move her pillow into proper position and get comfortable on the bed. Just as her thoughts were starting to wander in the way that they do before sleep comes, her belt suddenly came alive again. She twisted her head and thrashed her legs in surprise as the ordeal of the belt resumed. Jennifer lost track of the number of times that the belt kicked in. It must have been at least eight more times, she thought. Nine? Maybe ten? Each time she came to an orgasm, often several minutes before the vibrations would stop. And each time, she seemed to remember being just *that* close to a second orgasm before the belt would return to a state of quiet. Finally, there was one that seemed longer than the rest. She just made it to her second orgasm when the vibrations stopped within her. She was surprised when she found that her hands were now free. Bleary-eyed, she looked around. Jennifer stumbled out of bed and turned on the light. As she looked back at her bed, she saw a huge wet spot on the bedcovers. "God, do I have to pee," she said as she staggered to her bathroom. Chapter 10 Jennifer put the metal fork into the lock in her belt and opened it up. She immediately relieved herself, spending almost five minutes getting everything out that wanted to come out. She cleaned up her crotch with a dry cloth, then found herself having some difficult getting the plug back inside of her. She solved this by masturbating for a minute or two and getting her crotch wet again. Jennifer reconnected her belt, which released her from the bathroom counter but sent the phallus firmly back into her. She then was faced with the problem of what to wear as she made breakfast. She was sure that he wanted her to wear the corset. But as she tried to fasten it, she knew that it was supposed to be on underneath the belt. And as she tightened it, the waiststrap of the belt became *much* more uncomfortable with the corset over it. Of course she couldn't put the maid's outfit on over it. She simply could not cinch it tight enough on her own, and the belt underneath made it even more difficult. Damn, damn, damn... Jennifer made her decision. I don't think there's any way to do this, she thought to herself. She donned the parts of her outfit that she could, which included her fishnet stockings and locked on stiletto heels. Then she carried her corset, maids outfit, and lock for it downstairs. As she walked, the chastity belt reminded her that it was there with every step that she took. She put the corset, maid's outfit, and padlock on the kitchen table. Then with a resigned sigh, she started to make breakfast. He's probably going to be pissed at me, Jennifer thought. Goddammit, I tried to do what he said! This probably means he's going to punish me. That thought brought forth both fear and anticipation. She never would have done any of his 'punishments' voluntarily... but she had managed to survive, and with a few orgasms to boot. Jennifer finished up the hashbrowns, eggs, and bacon. She made up two plates of food and put them on the table. Next, the orange juice and coffee. All that was left to do was wait. Just a minute later, she heard the sounds of Richard's footsteps. She saw him fully dressed standing at the entrance to the kitchen. He stared at her and her bare breasts for a long moment. Then, he walked in and sat down at the table. Richard just looked at her, quietly. The silence was becoming unbearable for Jennifer. Just say it! she thought. Just say that I messed up and get it over with. He continued to say nothing. She was the one to break the silence. "I'm sorry that I'm out of uniform this morning. I... didn't plan well last night." There was continuing silence from Richard. "I'm sorry. I suppose that I am to be punished," she said, looking down. "I guess that I did not make myself clear in the note," he said. "I knew that you would likely have problems on your own. I expected to find you in the living room waiting for me or some such thing. I was planning to be home in time to tuck you in." There was a slight momentary smile on his face when he said the last three words, then the smile faded. "Although you didn't come to breakfast in uniform, it is not entirely your fault. For this I will suspend judgment." She let out a relieved sigh. "But... I'm quite sure that you were up and about out of uniform when I was gone." Jennifer went from relief to anxiety. "H...how did you know?" she said, not denying it. A half smile came across his face. "The readout on your 'alarm clock' indicated that your cycle had started just moments before I had stepped in. This means that you probably rushed to get into it when I arrived. And if you had been in uniform, you would have gone to bed with your corset on. I know that you can not get out of it quickly." Jennifer's sighed an admission of guilt. "Now what?" she asked. "Let's eat breakfast," he said. "I must think about it." Breakfast was very quiet. Richard was eating his breakfast slowly, obviously lost deep in thought. Jennifer ate more quickly, and found herself fidgeting as he finished up the last of his breakfast. "I have decided upon a suitable punishment," he said. Jennifer held her breath in anticipation. "Go to your room," he commanded in a calm voice, "and take these," he said, gesturing at the corset and maid's outfit. "Disrobe there. I will be there shortly." She scooped up the unworn parts of her outfit and returned to her room. She put the outfit, corset, and padlock away, and unlocked the shoes from her feet. After she removed her fishnets, she sat down on the bed to wait. The chastity belt remained in place as she did not have a key for it. Five minutes later, Richard arrived. He held in his hands several rubber items. "Just a word of explanation. You flaunted the dress code that is required of you when you are outside of your room. It is not particularly difficult for you to function in your normal outfit. I just want you to know that it can get worse for you." "Worse?" she said hesitantly. Richard handed her something made of rubber. She recognized it after a few seconds as an enema bag, rubber tube, and nozzle. There was a clamp no the rubber tube that was blocking any water flow. "Give yourself an enema," he said. "Then, when you have expelled it all, do it again." She was taken aback by this. An enema? She slowly walked to the bathroom as Richard put the rest of his load on the bed. Jennifer slowly filled the bag up with warm water and sealed the bag. When she was done, she turned back to shut the door, but found Richard standing in the doorway. She felt his eyes boring into her as she tried to work the narrow nozzle into her rectum. "Can't I use some Vaseline or something?" she asked. Richard went to the bed and came back with an unlabeled tube. "Try this," he said. Jennifer liberally coated the nozzle with the thick lubricant. It was much easier to put in place. When it was there, she slowly raised the bag over her head and let the water flow in. She was acutely uncomfortable with Richard watching her as she did this. She found it to be an interesting experience, as her bowels filled up with fluid. By the time that the bag was empty, she felt like she had a case of diarrhea and had to go. "Wait a few minutes," he said. She hopped from foot to foot in agitation. "What if I can't?" she asked. "Then I'll have to add something else to your punishment," he promised. The next minutes felt like hours to her. At last, he gestured and nodded for her to relieve herself. WOOSH!" After she removed the nozzle and sat down, the watery contents of her bowels came rushing out. It was several minutes before she was fully done with it. While she was doing this, Richard refilled the bag. "Again," he said even before she had stood up. Jennifer guided the nozzle in while she was still sitting on the toilet. He held it even higher, and the water rushed in even faster. This one she could not hold at all. Almost immediately after it was done, her sphincter let go and released the pressure behind it. Richard watched her impassionately as she finished up and started to clean up. When she was done, he walked out and curtly gestured for her to follow. He picked up the next item and brought it over to her. She realized that this was a corset made of very heavy red rubber with attached breast cups. It only had lacing in back, with no front closure, and extended from hips to armpits. There were several very short garters on the lower rim. Richard put it on her and began the laborious process of lacing it up from scratch. She noticed something unusual about the breast cups almost immediately. She felt rubber warts on the inside that touched her on the nipples. As he tightened it around her, she felt her nipples stand erect as they were stimulated. Now he started to pull it tight. This corset felt subtly different than the other ones she had worn. This one did not actually force her to hold a specific posture. But when she tried to bend over or breathe, it felt like a tight powerful spring was fighting her every movement. By the time that he was done lacing it, this one was just as effective at keeping her breathless as the other corsets. Right after he finished with the corset, he told her to sit on the bed. Next there was a pair of red rubber stockings. Richard had to almost roll them onto her. They were very tight, and the upper edge was touching the innermost corner of her thigh. Calmly and efficiently, he attached the garters to the stockings. Jennifer was starting to become hot in this outfit, and it had nothing to do with sex. Only her groin, arms, neck, and head were open to the outside world. The rest was encased in the firm, tight rubber. Now Richard dug in her closet. He found the red shoes that she had worn before with the hobble dress. Grabbing two padlocks from the collection here, he locked over five inches of red stiletto heel onto each foot. Rubber gloves were next. These were not the elbow length ones that she remembered. Instead, these went up to her armpits. Sweat was forming on her brow now. Jennifer let out an involuntary cry as she saw the next item that he had for her to wear. It was a chastity belt. It looked identical to the one she had been wearing... but this one had an additional feature. On the strap that went between her butt cheeks, there was now a red rubber butt plug there. Richard had her stand up as he locked it around her waist. Then he liberally applied lubricant to the plug. The plug was the first thing in. "Please, no!" she begged of him as he started to slide it into place. "Do I have to think of something worse?" he said with a raised eyebrow. This implied threat reduced her to whimpering as the plug slowly slid into place. The last couple of inches went in quickly, as the narrower base of the plug was thrust inside of her. He pulled the front phallus inside of her. The rubber warts in the breast cups must have excited her sexually, because the dildo slid into her easily. He locked it in front, and Jennifer felt the belt cutting in tightly, thrusting the two rods into her. She felt more nubs above the front dildo, that came dangerously close to tickling her clit. Jennifer was sweating profusely now, but the only place it was visible was on her face. Richard went to her closet and pulled out the red hobble dress of several nights before. "I'll bake!" she said as he unzipped it. "I'll turn on the cooling system," he offered. With a pathetic look on her face, Jennifer stepped into the dress. He zipped it up in back to her neck. Richard locked the zipper in place with a small padlock he had in his pocked. Jennifer guessed that this one could not be opened with the ring of keys in her room. "There you go," he said. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw the same red version of Morticia Adams staring back at her. This time she had a second layer of rubber under the dress. Her face was covered with sweat and her hair was limp from the perspiration. "Now, you need to attend to the laundry," he said, walking out of the room. Jennifer took six inch steps in her stiletto heels, which was all that the dress would allow. Even these small movements of her legs had the phalluses inside of her wiggling around. And as she moved, the rubber gave enough for her nipples to be massaged with every jiggle. As she passed her door, she looked in the mirror and saw a bead of sweat running down the front of her shiny red rubber hobble dress. Richard was good in his offer to turn on the cooling. The temperature plunged low enough that her nose was cold. Jennifer felt that she could survive for awhile, at least. He also said that she could stop to drink as often as she wanted, as long as the chores were done. She took advantage of this, but knew that she wouldn't be able to get everything done. She would be lucky if half of today's work was finished. The plugs and breast cups were also driving her half mad. Whenever she closed her eyes, she had visions of being in bed with Richard and having vigorous, pounding sex. After she prepared lunch, Jennifer took a can of soda and wriggled over to a couch in the main living room. Richard was also sitting on the same couch. Between them there was an open briefcase, and he was intently pouring over a handful of documents. "You know there's no way that I can finish everything today," she said. He put down his papers and looked at her. Jennifer's rubber dress was slicked in spots with perspiration, which enhanced the gloss even more. She though she saw a moment of that intense lusting look on his face, but if it was there, it faded before she could be sure. "You have a problem then, I'd say," he said, looking back at his papers. "Then why should I try?" she asked. He looked up again. "That's a rather poor attitude, isn't it?" he asked. Jennifer shrugged. "I'm really not here to do the chores. I'm here to be on display for you." Carefully, she stood up and started to twirl around with tiny steps in her stilettos and hobble skirt. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. She definitely saw the lusting look, she was sure. But it faded again. "I think that you should go back to your chores," she said. Jennifer sat back down again. She felt the tightness of the dress at her knees and her buttocks as she did this. "Why? I'm right here, for your viewing pleasure," she said. Richard stared at her. "What do you want?" he said, with a hint of exasperation. "I want to know *why*," Jennifer asked. "I want to know why you had me strutting around with no underwear, but you wouldn't even touch me. I want to know why you have me dressed up like this, right now, with dildoes and everything driving me nuts while I sweat to death." She paused and battled the rubber corset to regain her breath. "I want to know why you tied yourself up that one night." "I don't want to discuss it," he said. "You should really resume your chores." Jennifer took a long sip of her soda. "Does it have something to do with you ex-wife? Or your father?" she asked. His eyes bored into her. "How do you know about that?" he asked. "I was a very bad girl last night," she said. "When I was prancing around naked, I found some things that you had stashed in the attic." She saw his teeth clench and his hand start to twitch. "What were you doing up there?" he asked, with what appeared to be very genuine anger. "I was trying," she said, "to find out something about my mysterious employer. This employer who offers me a great deal of money to dress up for him. He's so strange that he will turn down offers of sex with his beautiful housekeeper, even when she's dressed up. Even when she's ready and willing to do it, without thinking of the money. Even when she looks like a girl right out of his fantasies." Richard shut his eyes and breathed deeply. Slowly, she saw the anxiety fade from his face and hands. "Do you want to tell me why?" she asked, softly. 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