HIRED HELP
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.
