HIRED HELP
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 whether she
was trying to dislodge the vibrating devices within, or to push her
body closer to them. 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.
