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 your
punishment." 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
tension fade from his face and hands. "Do you want to tell me why?"
she asked, softly.

Chapter 11

"'Why?' is never an easy question," he said.
"Try," Jennifer said as she slicked her sweat down the front of
her rubber dress. Now there was a watery sheen over her breasts.
That felt kind of interesting, she thought, as the movement had moved
the rubber warts in her outfit against her nipples.
Richard took a long look at her shiny slick red bosom. "Perhaps
I should start at the beginning," he said.
"My father, Andrew, was very 'into' corsets, rubber, high heels
and the like," he said. "So much so, that he married a woman that
would cater to his every wish in that regard. He was fortunate to
have the means to indulge his fantasies.
"I can remember her clearly," he said, "I must have been, maybe
six. My parents thought that I was tucked away in bed. I heard
something, and cracked the door open.
"I saw my father dressed in rubber from head to toe. And my
mother wore a black rubber french maid's dress, with long black
rubber stockings, long black rubber gloves, and stiletto heels. Her
waist was so tiny... later I learned that it was very corsetted. I
saw them both disappear into their room. My curiosity got the better
of me. I snuck out and went to their door.
"They left their door open just a crack, and I was able to watch
my parents having passionate sex while attired in their kinky
outfits. My mother was tied to the bed while my father ravished her.
"My mother passed away two years later," he said. Richard's
voice started to choke. "My father was heartbroken. He cried so
much at her funeral... I had never seen him cry before."
"I'm sorry," Jennifer said.
Richard continued as if he did not hear her. "My father was
never the same man after that. For almost two years, he went through
the motions of life, with almost no joy or pleasure. It was during
this time that I discovered my father's collection of pornography,
and his stash of sex toys and kinky outfits. By the time that I was
ten, I had tried out a dozen butt plugs, walked around in my mother's
high heels, and masturbated to the sight of women in rubber and
heels.
"Then," he said, "My father started to date again, if that was
the correct term. He would bring women into the house. They would
stay a few days to a month or two. I managed to catch a glimpse of
them on occasion. They were dressed up like my mother used to.
But... I never saw the same look of enjoyment on their face. Later,
I learned that he used his money to attract them, and the girls
dumped him when they had sponged off of him for long enough. There
were exceptions, but few.
"I... had oral sex with my first woman when I was fourteen.
This woman was one of the exceptions. Named Victoria, she was a
dominatrix. I spied on them twice. The first time, she had my
father kneeling down on the floor as she made him lick her boots.
The second time, he was tied to the bed, blindfolded and gagged. A
chastity belt was on him. That was the time that she found me.
"'What are you doing here?'" she had asked me out of earshot of
my father. I stammered and stuttered. 'I don't do this for an
audience, only for participants," she said. Victoria whipped out a
pair of handcuffs and fastened my hands behind my back. As my father
moaned in his bedroom, she led me to the sitting room. She sat down,
spread her legs wide, and commanded me to lick her pussy." Oh, god!
thought Jennifer. No wonder he's so far out in left field when it
comes to sex!
"Victoria repeated that about a dozen times. Each time, she
would come over and tie my father up. Then she would come for me and
have me use my mouth to give her pleasure. She was a very good
teacher, actually."
Jennifer remembered the time that he had performed oral sex on
her. It certainly was the best that I'd ever had! she thought.
"I'm not sure why Victoria stopped coming over. My father's
next girl was not a dominatrix. In fact, when I spied on them, she
was always dressed up from head to toe in rubber or shiny vinyl, and
tied to my father's bed.
"One day, when I was listening through the door, I heard the
phone ring. After finishing, my father said 'I have to go for a
couple of hours. I think you'll be able to manage for that long,' he
said.
"I raced back to my room and waited for my father to leave.
When I was sure that he was gone, I went back to my father's room and
slowly snuck inside.
"The woman was there, in a full body suit that covered her from
head to toe. Her eyes were hidden by the hood, and she was breathing
through a tube in her helmet. High heels were locked onto her feet,
and the only part of her flesh that was visible was her pussy. Her
narrow waist was obviously due to a corset underneath the rubber.
"I'm not quite sure why, but I used Victoria's lesson first.
With my tongue and lips, I had her squirming against her bonds. I
heard her moaning through her breathing tube. Then, when I was done
with that, I climbed up onto the bed and mounted her.
"I had sex with her three times. I was fortunate in that there
was a window in the room that would let me see my father's car
approaching. When I saw it coming, I pulled out and headed for my
room.
"If my father ever found out about that, he never told me. And
three years later, he died as well. There was a pileup on the
highway... and my father did not survive."
Jennifer closed his briefcase and put it on the floor. She
tossed his papers onto the top of the briefcase, and wormed over to
him. She put her rubber encased arms around him, and pulled him
close. "That must be painful to remember," she said. He did not
pull away from her.
Richard nodded, but did not elaborate. "I was left, just
fifteen years old, with all of my father's money and possessions. It
was very awkward for me. I had always had private tutors when my
father was in charge of my education. My father had named my second
cousin my legal guardian, and he was actually rather nice to me. He
had his own sizable fortunes and was not interested in manipulating
mine. He showed up when a legal guardian was needed, but didn't
meddle in my life.
"I was not exactly the socialite. I spent my time designing
bondage and fetish outfits, as well as handling the portfolio that my
father left me. I learned how to do self bondage in some very
elaborate ways. When I was twenty two, I had the idea to acquire
partial or full ownership in a company that would cater to my
particular tastes.
"That company was Fantasy Supreme. The company headquarters and
production facilities are just across town, actually. However, I was
not and am not the sole owner of the company. The five men that were
over on friday are the other five stockholders. We each have about
equal holdings in the company.
"To tell you the truth, it is not the most profitable company
that I own. But it seems to be consistent in its balance sheets from
year to year. In fact, all parts of your maid's outfits and the
rubber dress that you are wearing now came from Fantasy Supreme.
There was a long pause in his narration. "What about your
wife?" she asked as she tried to adjust the plugs inside of her
rubber encased body. All she accomplished was to stimulate herself a
bit more.
Richard took a very deep breath before answering. "I met my
wife three years later at the company Christmas party of Fantasy
Supreme. She was a new hire, and was rather amazed by all that she
was seeing."
"Susana?" Jennifer asked. Richard nodded.
"We talked for the longest time that night. We had our first
date two days later. I slowly started to show her the things that
turned me on. She was hesitant at first, but it didn't take her long
to really get into it.
"But... I guess that we were two people that saw what we wanted
to see in the other person. That wasn't clear until we were married,
about two years after we had first met.
"I tried to let her find her innermost fantasies. I succeeded.
Unfortunately, they did not mesh well with mine. I wanted all of the
trappings of a life of fetish with a great deal of sex to boot. As
she became more versed in the possibilities, she found herself
adoring the lifestyle of a dominatrix."
"She constantly wanted to be in charge, while I wanted more
balance in our relationship. Also, her main pleasure was derived
from keeping control of a man in all ways... which included long
periods of enforced sexual abstinence. I... did not like that."
"How do you think that I liked it?" she asked.
Richard smiled. "It is one thing to have a chastity belt in
anticipation of a reward at the end. It is quite another not to know
when or even if your other half is going to relent.
"Two years after that, we finalized our divorce. In the end, it
was an amicable parting, I suppose. She had signed a pre-nuptial
agreement that left her with a comfortable nest egg."
"That was a year ago. I have dwelt alone here since then. I
have been looking... for something to compare to that first year that
Susana and I had together. The joy of exploration, the closeness,
the trust..."
This reminded Jennifer of the letter from the personal service
to Richard. "So," she asked, with her red rubber arms still around
him, "where do I fit in?"
Richard snorted with a twisted smile. "Originally, I just
wanted someone to help out around the house and indulge a few of my
voyeuristic fantasies. I never meant for it to become more than a
business relationship."
Jennifer rolled her eyes. "What do you expect? You put my body
on display, and expect me not to think of sex with the handsome man
who happens to be my employer? Maybe there's some impropriety, but
dammit, I don't care! I'm not staying here for the money anymore.
I'm here because of you."
Richard stared at her. "Be careful what you say," he said. "I
have some very definite and stringent requirements in a companion.
Most women are rather put off by it, while the remainder seem more
interested in my checkbook than in me."
"Why don't you give me a chance?" she asked. "I'm here, right
now, and willing. No waiting."
"I... have been burned already. It is not that easy for me to
believe... that there is someone interested in me for my own sake."
"You just don't understand," Jennifer said. "I've never had a
person that really wanted me. My mother told me day after day how
worthless I was. Every boyfriend that I had when in school and when
I was out on my own just wanted a live blow-up doll to screw silly.
Whenever I asked for just a little more, they were gone.
"The way that you looked at me that night... with that hunger in
your eyes. That hunger was for me, I'm sure. I've... never had
anyone look at me like that. And... well, when you finally did get
to business, you didn't leave me hanging. Every other boyfriend I
had would get me that close... and be done with it. Half of them
snored."
Richard thought about this for a long time. "I... am not sure.
I want you to really know what you're getting into. Remember," he
said, looking her in the eye, "you can leave at any time. Just say
the word, and I will release you from your contract. You will of
course be paid the higher wages."
Jennifer had not thought of the contract in quite a long time.
By her estimation, she was probably due for three or four thousand
dollars. "I'll remember that, but I don't think that I will be
taking you up on it."
"I have to be sure... don't expect our relationship to change.
I *have* to be sure."
She looked at him. "Can you at least drop the pretense of me
being here to do the chores? You could hire a couple of people to do
all of that much more efficiently than I could do it. Then you would
have more time with me. Why don't you just admit that you like to
see me dressed up for your pleasure, and that you really wouldn't
mind throwing me to the floor and taking me right now? Come on! Why
don't you do what you *really* want to do with me?"
"There are some practical difficulties with that," he said.
"But..." A smile came across his face. "There is something that
comes to mind..."

Chapter 12

There was a buzzing in her crotch and anus. Jennifer moaned and
tossed her head. Sweat was again rolling down her body, slicking the
front of her red rubber hobble dress.
She was seated in a leather chair. The back was low enough that
her arms could both be behind her. This was necessary because they
were now encased in an arm binder made of matching red latex. Her
stiletto heeled feet were tied to the legs of the chair, and the end
of the armbinder was fastened to the back legs of the chair.
Richard had unlocked her outer dress long enough to run a wire
from her chastity belt down and out the bottom of her skirt.
Additionally, one of her hands in the armbinder was now clutching a
button that she could press. The wire for this control was strung
out the top of the armbinder.
Both wires ended in a metal box with an LED readout that she
could clearly see. '00:49:57' was on the readout. Every second, the
last number decreased by one.
This box fed power to her chastity belt through the wire that
ran up her dress. And the button in her armbinder controlled the
box... in a way.
Richard smiled at her as she writhed and moaned. They were in
his den, and he was pretending to do serious work. But he spent most
of his time watching the wriggling Jennifer in her torture device.
He had told her the rules. "You can turn off the vibrations at
almost any time by pushing the button that you have," he had said.
"And when the time runs out, your ordeal will be over. The button
will stop the vibrations for ten minutes," he said. "But if you use
it, *twenty* minutes will be added to the timer. And you will not be
able to use the button to stop it for five minutes after the
vibrations resume."
Jennifer gritted her teeth and labored against the rubber corset
that constricted her waist. Damnit, on this one the dildo *and* the
butt plug both vibrate! And these things against my nipples are just
icing on the cake!
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the clock. She was
getting closer, closer...
A wave of pleasure shot out from her overstimulated genitals.
She kicked out violently, but succeeded only in moving the chair a
fraction of a millimeter. "God..." she said aloud.
The vibrations continued, and she found herself overwhelmed.
"Aaaa!" she said as she pushed the button.
The vibrations stopped immediately. She opened her eyes, and
saw the readout on the box. '00:43:21' it said. She let out a gasp
when she saw it change to '01:03:21'. "Oh, god," she said aloud.
"I'm losing ground."
She looked over at Richard, and he was grinning widely. "This
device teaches endurance," he said.
"Don't you know what I'm going through?" she said. Sweat simply
ran down his face.
Richard brought over a glass full of beverage with a straw in
it. Jennifer drank greedily as he offered it to her. "Actually,
there is a similar device for men that I've invented," he said.
"I've tried it out on my self. Most interesting. Except that, with
the male version, there is a sensor at the tip of the penis.
Whenever there is an ejaculation, it has the same effect as you
pushing the button."
"Has anyone ever told you that you are a pervert?" she said,
between sips through the straw.
"Repeatedly," he replied. "But compliments will not get you out
of this. Only a high tolerance for pleasure will get you anywhere."
She drained the glass dry. "I'm still thirsty," she said.
"I'll get you some more," he said.
He returned several minutes later with a refill of lemonade.
Richard also carried a full pitcher of the stuff in with him."
"What if I can't run it down to zero?" she asked, just before
she sucked greedily on this beverage.
"Then you will just have to do it again tomorrow," he said,
"until you get it right."
With that statement, the current flowed into her belt again, and
the torture of pleasure resumed.

She knew that she had used the button at least eight times.
Richard kept the lemonade coming as she asked.
'00:01:07' she saw. An orgasm was ravaging through her body as
her eyes were fixed on the readout. "Please..." she said
pathetically.
'00:00:44.' She kicked violently against her restraints, but
only succeeded in pulling on her ankles. She tried to spread her
legs wide, to reduce the pressure on the devices within her, but the
rubber hobble skirt kept her legs tightly together.
'00:00:18.' Another one shook her to her very core. She
twisted violently in her chair, and Richard could see her bosom
heaving against the rubber of the dress and the rubber corset
underneath.
'00:00:00.' Finally! She felt the vibrations within her cease.
There was a wild, crazy smile on her face as she looked over to the
seated form of Richard.
"Very good!" he said. A wave of a very different kind of
pleasure went through her. Maybe I impressed him, she thought
eagerly. He walked up and started to undo the restraints that kept
her attached to the chair.
A few minutes later, the armbinder was gone and the dress was
unlocked. She stood up and allowed him to unzip her. She was
surprised to see a puddle of sweat on the floor below her dress.
Jennifer was surprised that he unlocked the chastity belt and started
to untie the rubber corset
The inside of the dress was drenched. And then there was the
other layer underneath. "Go upstairs and get cleaned up," he said,
after he had removed the corset. Perspiration was dripping from the
inside of the corset to the floor. "I'm sure that you would
appreciate a bath right now.

He was so right! Jennifer let the jets of hot water massage her
body. She closed her eyes and felt relief spreading through her
body.
Her eyes traveled around the bathroom. She idly rummaged
through a pile of towels that was within reach.
She felt something underneath the pile. When her hand emerged,
she was clutching a fetish and bondage magazine. There was a six
inch wooden ruler being used as a bookmark. "Wonder how this got
there," she said. It was an old wooden one that had probably been
there a long time.
Suddenly curious, she got out of the bathtub and went back to
her bedroom. She found her black stiletto shoes and measured their
heels.
"Five and a half," she said aloud. She then measured the red
heels that had so recently imprisoned her feet. "Five and seven
eighths."
She put the ruler on her dresser and returned to the bathtub.
She dried her hands and idly paged through the magazine.

Jennifer was drying herself off when she heard her bedroom door
opening. "Yes?" she said.
Seconds later, Richard appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.
She saw that he was wearing a long full length bathrobe that went all
the way to the floor. "I took the liberty of ordering out for
dinner. If you would care to join me?" he said.
"Certainly," she replied.
"It is a formal dinner," he said. "You will need to dress
appropriately."
Jennifer rolled her eyes for the briefest of moments. "I take
it you've already picked something out?" she said, putting the towel
down. She was now fully naked, less than six feet away from him.
But Richard was calm, and there was no burning desire in his eyes.
"Out here," he said as he walked over to her bed. She followed,
and saw him holding up what looked to be a one piece bodysuit made of
shiny black rubber in one hand. Even the stiletto heels were built
right into the outfit. In his other, he held up a black rubber
corset.
It took him fifteen minutes to lace the corset onto her. When
he was done, that familiar constriction around the waist was once
again fighting against her every breath. "Sit on the bed, would
you?"
Richard unzipped the back zipper and started to put her left leg
into it. There was some sort of white powdery stuff on the inside,
and her leg slipped in rather easily. Jennifer saw that the crotch
on this outfit was open. She was half expecting some diabolical sex
toy to be inside of it. No chastity belt... she could feel herself
becoming hot, as she guessed what he might do to her... later.
Jennifer's left leg was now all the way in. Richard repeated
the process for the right leg. "You'll need to stand up now," said
Richard.
She did, and nearly fell over. Richard grabbed ahold of her by
her corsetted waist and kept her from falling over. These heels are
even higher yet, she thought. They *have* to be over six inches
tall.
Now he guided her right arm into the sleeve of the outfit. To
her surprise, she found that the sleeve was bonded to the outside of
the outfit, running straight down her right side. The sleeve ended
in a thumbless mitten. Next he put her left arm into the matching
sleeve. The last step was to zip the outfit up in back all the way
to her neck.
Jennifer turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. She
was encased in skintight shiny black, with stiletto heels over six
inches high attached to each foot. The opening at her crotch
revealed a vagina that was moist and ready. There was the narrow
waist and very perky breasts. Her hard nipples were showing through
the rubber fabric. And her arms looked to be glued to her sides.
She tried to move them , but only saw the rubber twist some in
response to her efforts.
Robert put one arm around her waist and guided her out of her
room. I was just getting used to the other heels, Jennifer thought
to herself. Then he changes the rules on me!
Soon they were in the dining room. A full dinner was laid out
on the table, with a single candle lit in the center of the table.
"Oh, how romantic," she said.
"Thank you." Richard guided her to a chair. Jennifer gingerly
sat down. There was enough give in the rubber of her sleeves to
allow her to sit comfortably.
Richard now took off his bathrobe. She saw that he was wearing
the tight black rubber pants with the built in sheath for his penis.
Jennifer remembered what it was like the last time that she saw him
wearing them... and she felt even wetter down at her crotch.
As he sat down, she asked a question. "It is gonna be tough to
eat while wearing this," she said.
"I don't understand," he said, with a hint of playfulness in his
voice. He picked up her fork and put a bit of the salad on it.
Carefully, he guided it over to her mouth. "I think that your mouth
will work just fine, actually.
Jennifer took it into her mouth and ate it. "That's good," she
said after finishing her mouthful.
A long dinner ensued, with Richard feeding her each and every
bite of food and every sip of wine. He ate off of his own plate as
well. Jennifer was sweating inside of her outfit, but did not
mention it. The excitement of the situation was overriding it.
"What's for dessert?" she asked.
"Hmmm..." Richard said. "I must have neglected to order that.
We'll have to improvise, won't we?" he said.
He pushed his chair back, but instead of standing up, he knelt
down on the floor. Within seconds, he had crawled under the table
and had found her dripping vagina with his mouth.
"Oh, god!" she exclaimed. She slid down in her chair and spread
her legs wide, to give him better access to her privates. He was
methodical in his explorations of her. First, gentle nibbling with
his lips. Then his tongue started to probe, first up near the top
and only very slowly moving down toward her most sensitive parts.
"Please!" she said, rocking her hips back and forth. He was
bringing her close... so close...
She panted against her corset as he backed off his stimulation
ever so slightly. "Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned aloud.
Suddenly, his tongue attacked her clitoris with a vengeance.
Within seconds, an orgasm wracked through her body. She clenched her
legs together around his head, trying to get him to stop as she
groaned in pleasure.
Richard apparently took that in good grace, and brought his
probing tongue back home. He backed away, and when she next saw him,
he was standing up by the table taking a sip of wine.
"I thought that our little training session this afternoon was
supposed to increase your tolerance for pleasure," he said.
"Apparently, it has its limits."
"That was *wonderful*" she said between pants. Jennifer looked
at him, and saw that his black rubber coated half-hard penis was
rapidly becoming fully erect. It stood at attention, and pointed
directly at her.
"Oh, my," she said, staring directly at it. When her gaze
returned to his face, she saw that look of lust, that look of
*intensity* returning to it.
"Am I in trouble?" she said in a girlish tone of voice. Richard
did not reply, but bent down and picked her up. She kicked her
stiletto heeled feet in the air feebly as he carried her to his
bedroom.
Richard put her on the bed, then reached down below the bed. He
brought out a three foot long bar with a cuff on each end. With a
quick efficiency, he fastened her legs to the spreader bar. When he
was done, her legs were held apart at an angle that was a touch
greater than 90 degrees. "Oh, god!" she said as she felt her groin
muscle start to protest.
Moments later, he was on top of her, thrusting his hard and
erect manhood into her wet and ready pussy.
Richard was relentless. If he ever ejaculated, she did not
notice it. After her first orgasm, he gave her a few seconds of
pause. Then, he was back on her, thrusting away.
"Oh, godohgodohgod!" she screamed against the tightness of the
corset as the second orgasm swept through her. Richard stopped for
an even briefer period of time before resuming again.
It was in the middle of her fifth orgasm that the tightness of
the corset finally overwhelmed her, and she passed out.