HIRED HELP
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 another on 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!"
