HIRED HELP
Chapter 22
When she regained consciousness, she was in her room. She took
stock of herself and found that she was wearing everything except the
collar and the chastity belt.
"That's funny," she said. Jennifer looked around, and saw a
note on her nightstand.
Jennifer
By the time that you read this, I will be on my way to the east
coast. I was originally planning to leave early tomorrow morning,
but things have come up that require me to leave tonight.
In your top left drawer, you will find a slightly different belt
to wear to bed tonight. This one does not lock on. I am allowing
you to use this one because, until thursday afternoon (I should
arrive between three and four) you are 'off duty'. However, when I
arrive on thursday, I expect you to be properly attired and 'on
duty'.
Until Thursday
Richard
"He's gone already," she said. "That means that I have the
house to myself!"
Jennifer unlocked and took off all of her clothes. She went to
his bedroom, and found that he had locked it.
The basement was still unlocked, she found. "Let's see what
else he has squirreled away down here," she said. He really seemed
to like the corset and hobble skirt that she had found last time.
Jennifer went to the same room again. She turned on the light,
and was much more careful in her inspections of the drawer labels.
"Nurse, rubber, white, medium" she read aloud. "Shoes 6", size
9" Jennifer opened the drawer, and found a nurse's uniform made out
of white rubber. Matching stiletto heels were also there.
"Miniskirt and top. Rubber, red," she read aloud. Indeed, when
she opened the drawer, this is what she found.
She went through a dozen more before she found one that caught
her eye. "Mermaid tail, blue, medium. Res waist, long term." she
read aloud. Jennifer opened up the drawer and took it out. It
looked to be similar to the one that she had worn the night before.
But this one had laced up in back, and might have a built in corset
of some type.
Another dozen went by before one caught her eye. "Complete
wedding outfit, rubber et al. 20" corset. Size 9 shoes, 6 1/2"
heels." She was caught with visions of herself walking down the
aisle with Richard at her side. Jennifer opened up the drawer, and
found four large boxes tied shut with cord. Jennifer took the four
boxes, piled them high, and put the mermaid's outfit on top. She
shut the drawer, and took her finds upstairs to her room.
She put the mermaid's tail aside, more interested in the
contents of the boxes. "The wedding picture of Susana showed her in
a normal gown," she said aloud. "I wonder what this was for?"
The first box revealed a pair of six an a half inch spiked white
stilettoes. They had the locking straps that Jennifer was used to.
Impulsively, she grabbed a pair of locks and put them on.
In the same box, she found a pair of white rubber panties and a
white rubber bra. She felt a very thick, very rough phallus in the
front of the rubber panties. The rubber bra also had roughened
projections where her nipples should go.
Jennifer slipped the bra and the panties on. The panties fit
like her chastity belt, and stimulated her whenever she moved. But
these seemed to do a better job of stimulating her than an unpowered
chastity belt. And the bra... that added to it.
Jennifer stopped a moment and rubbed herself in the crotch,
pushing the phallus around inside of her. She could imagine making
love to Richard, imagine their wedding night...
She brought herself out of her fantasies long enough to open the
next box. It contained what looked to be a white rubber hobble
dress, similar to the red one she had worn before. There were also
long white rubber gloves inside, and Jennifer guessed that they were
to be worn under the dress.
Jennifer next worked the gloves on her hands. They were tricky
to put on alone, but she managed. She stepped into the hobble dress,
and zipped it up in back. She found that she only had three or four
inch steps while wearing this dress.
The next box was the biggest. It contained a large white rubber
wedding dress. However, it did not have a zipper or normal closure.
As she examined it, she saw that it had a built in corset, that had
the automatic locking mechanism in front. Jennifer managed to
wriggle into it, and she wore the hobble dress underneath it as an
undergarment.
It had baggy shoulders, long sleeves, and a very high neckline.
The skirt of it was huge, extending out seven feet in each direction.
The train would go back fifteen feet easily. It was very baggy, and
she wondered if there was a crinoline to go under it. The front of
the dress was still open with the small metal hooks visible out of
one side of the closure.
Jennifer opened up the last small box. It took her a moment to
recognize what it was. "It's an air pump," she said aloud. It
weighed only a few pounds, and would need to be plugged into a wall
outlet. Now, why would there be an air pump with this? she wondered.
Jennifer felt the rubber of the dress, and found an answer. In
back, underneath a fold in the fabric, she fould what seemed to be a
bicycle tire valve. "You inflate it?" she wondered.
Sure enough, the air pump latched onto the valve. Jennifer
worked her way over to her dresser, and plugged it into a wall
socket. The pump sputtered to life, and she could feel the dress
very slowly filling up with air.
As it filled, she felt the front of the built in corset of the
dress. The autocorsetting device was there. Also on the dresser,
Richard had left the slotted metal bar that he used to release the
other corset. Jennifer debated, and hooked the device up to the
front of the wedding dress
The corset was closed before the air pump was done. Jennifer
found herself gasping a bit against the tightness of the corset.
Then, it clicked shut, and she unfastened the corsetting device from
the dress and put it on the counter.
She found it strange to watch the dress grow around her. It was
as full around as the fullest southern belle dress ever made.
Jennifer looked back, and saw that the train, too, was inflating a
bit.
"How weird," she said. But, in light of everything that she had
seen Richard do, this was not at all surprising to Jennifer.
Jennifer looked in the mirror. To her surprise, she saw that
the shoulders of the dress were also inflating. Additionally, there
was some sort of airway leading up to her breasts, because it looked
like they, too, were inflating.
The dress grew very full and rigid with the air within it.
Jennifer managed to reach behind her and unplug the pump from the
dress. She tugged on the cord, and unplugged the pump from the wall.
Jennifer took tiny steps in her heels, hobble underdress, and
rubber inflated bridal gown. The woman in the mirror had extremely
long pointed inflated breasts, and a very tiny corsetted waist. The
entire dress wiggled slightly as she stepped forward. This motion
moved the plug inside of her around, and caused her juices to start
flowing.
Jennifer soon realized that she could not fit her inflated dress
through the doorway. She also discovered that the dress around her
was so well inflated that it was impossible for her to fall. She was
only able to raise her feet up a few inches before the dress
supported her weight.
She discovered that in this position, her wriggling could cause
very interesting sensations in her crotch and nipples. Jennifer
spent more than fifteen minutes whipping herself into a frenzy this
way. The inflated dress prevented her from reaching down and helping
out with her hands. But, with quite an effort, she managed to reach
a standing orgasm.
"That was... interesting," she said, panting against the
tightness of the dress. She was glad that she did not have to try to
balance in her six and a half inch heels while she did this. As she
stayed still and tried to recover, she decided that she had had
enough of playing the bride.
Jennifer slowly backed up in her outfit. She reached over and
managed to barely grab the corsetting device with one white gloved
hand. She reached for the metal bar with her other rubber coated
hand. But, as she lifted it off of the dresser, it slipped out of
her hand, and landed on the floor.
"Damn!" she said aloud. Bending over in the dress was
completely impossible. She tried anyway, and her arms could only
reach about halfway down the expanse of her dress. She reached
behind her, and tried to release some of the air from her dress. But
there must have been some sort of check-valve, because her exertions
did not release one ounce of air.
Jennifer grew franic in the dress, and found that the exertions
were again stimulating her groin and breasts. Before she thought
about it, she was again wriggling around in the dress, trying to get
the phallus inside of her to bring her to the height of pleasure.
But, although it was easy to start with the phallus inside of her, it
was very difficult to bring herself to orgasm. Within ten minutes,
she was close. Within another ten, she was *so* close.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as the pleasure overtook her. She
went completely limp during it, and found that the dress only let her
slump over some. Jennifer was still standing through the entirety of
it.
After the orgasm had receeded, she tried to think about her
situation calmly. "Richard will be back thursday, and Vicki will be
over tomorrow. But when?" she asked aloud. And will she be able to
get in without me to let her in? There was no one to answer the
question for her.
"It's going to be a *long* night," she said with a sigh.
