HIRED HELP
Chapter 26
Jennifer wasn't sure if she even managed to get to sleep that
night.
Her enforced pose was hard to relax in. Combining that with the
heat of the black vinyl body suit, it took Jennifer almost a half of
an hour to start to drift off to sleep. By that time, of course, the
dildo inside of her would buzz back to life.
She tried to keep herself still through her ordeals. But, a few
times, she couldn't help but thrash about as the pleasure overcame
her. Bending her legs just thrust the dildo deeper inside of her,
and mixed the intense pleasure with a dose of discomfort and a twinge
of pain.
Vicki did not seem to be faring much better. Sometime past
midnight, she started to babble like she had in the red hobble dress.
This only made it harder for Jennifer to get to sleep when the dildo
was quiescent within her.
There was no window in the room, so Jennifer could only guess
about the passage of time. She moaned through her gag, and struggled
to breath against the tightness of the corset. Jennifer was
surprised that she was not passing out in the corset. However, she
came very close at least once.
Click, click. Finally! thought Jennifer. Her dildo had been
quiet for some time. She's been released!
She heard Vicki moan and move about. A few minutes later, she
saw her swing her stiletto heeled feet around and down to the floor.
Vicki had to lean on the bed and the walls to make it to the
bathroom.
There was the sound of urination, then the belt being locked
back in place. Jennifer saw that Vicki's eyes were barely open when
she made her way back to the bed. "Where's the snooze on this
thing?" she asked blearily as she climbed back on the bed.
"Mmmmmfg!" she said through her gag. What about me?! Jennifer
thought. With a sinking sensation, she heard Vicki flop down on the
bed and start to snore soflty.
Oh, god! When is she going to wake up? thought Jennifer. It
was at that moment that the dildo within her returned to life.
The vibrator went through four more cycles before Jennifer heard
sounds of life from the bed. "What a night," Vicki said as she sat
up in the bed.
"Mmmm! Nnngnmmm!" said Jennifer, with the vibrator buzzing
within her.
"In a minute," she said, rubbing her eyes. "I have to wake up
first."
I have yet to get to sleep! thought Jennifer.
Vicki lowered her towering heels to the floor, then slowly knelt
down beside Jennifer. "I should let you finish," she decided, as she
returned to her feet. "I have errands to run. I'll be back in a
while.
No! thougth Jennifer as she tried to yell through her gag.
Don't leave me here. I have to pee!
Vicki did not hear her silent plea. She found her red leather
halter top and red leather miniskirt and put them on over the corset
and the chastity belt. "I won't be long," she promised.
By the time Vicki returned, Jennifer had just started to
experience yet another cycle of the dildo. Her bladder was very
full, and it was everything she could do to hold it in.
Mercifully, Vicki knelt down and unplugged the dildo from the
box. She first released the bar that held the dildo in place, then
the leg spreader was removed from her.
The bar between her arms took Vicki a minute or so to unfasten.
As soon as the gag was off, Jennifer spoke up. "I have to go to the
bathroom *now*!" she said.
Vicki helped her to her toes, and guided her to the bathroom.
Almost before she was fully seated, she started doing her business.
"I'm very behind schedule," said Vicki. "So I don't have too
much time. One question: I have an outfit ready for you to wear out
with Richard tonight. It should drive him wild. I also have two
tickets for the latest musical. Do you want to be dressed up for him
when he arrives, or not?"
Jennifer thougth about this. "I'm really tired," she said,
"Thanks to your snooze."
"Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it," said Vicki.
Jennifer did not answer the question. "I don't know when I'll
get my next opportunity. Get me out of this, and then let's do it,"
she said.
"Take a quick shower, and meet me in the living room," said
Vicki. "The boxes that I brought are out there.
Vicki unzipped the outfit from her and helped her slide out.
The inside was covered with sweat. Jennifer jumped in the shower as
Vicki left the room.
Jennifer's ankles were very tight. She found that the only way
that she could comfortably stand now was to walk on her tiptoes.
Trying to put her feet flat resulted in her calf muscles crying out
in pain. I've got to stretch them out sometime, Jennifer thought to
herself. Because she was still wearing the ultratight corset,
Jennifer skipped the shower in favor of a sponge bath and a quick
hair wash. After she dried herself off and did the best she could
with her hair, she slipped on Vicki's pair of red stiletto heeled
shoes and walked out to the living room.
Vicki was there, unpacking a pair of large boxes. "We only have
an hour," she said. "I have to meet them at the airport."
"The tickets are on the coffee table here," she continued.
"Start with these," she said, handing Jennifer a pair of black rubber
stockings.
Jennifer sat down on the couch, took off the shoes, and rolled
them up her legs. They fit tightly, and came up to her crotch.
The next thing that Vicki handed her was a black rubber garter
belt. She slid it up and placed it around her nineteen inch waist.
Then, she fastened the rubber stocking to the belt.
Long black rubber gloves were next. These came all the way to
her armpits.
Vicki came over to her with a pair of shoes. "I had these made
special," she said. Jennifer saw that they were made of black
patent, with at least six buckling straps on each to hold it in
place. The heels were higher than she had seen, with the exception
of the ballet heels. "Seven inches on the dot," said Vicki.
Jennifer felt like her toes were being bent back as far as they
could possibly go. After Vicki strapped the pair of them over her
rubber covered feet, she gingerly rose to her feet.
A few experimental steps showed that walking was barely
possible. Jennifer quickly sat back down again. "What next?" she
asked.
"Open wide," said Vicki. Jennifer slowly opened up her mouth,
and Vicki slid in what seemed to be a large mouthpiece, like a boxer
or football player would use.
Jennifer knew that she could easily spit it out. The next thing
that Vicki took out looked like a stylish sequined hat. However, it
had two thin straps that looked to be more than just functional.
Vicki put the hat on her head, then pulled the two straps down
below her chin. She fastened them together very tightly. The two
halves came together with a click that told Jennifer that there was
some sort of lock that held them together. It felt to Jennifer that
there was some sort of adhesive on the straps as they passed under
her chin. She tried to say something, but found that the straps held
her mouth firmly shut. With the mouthpiece in place, she was
effectively gagged.
A rubber brasseire was the next thing that Vicki added to the
outfit. She dug deeper into the boxes, and returned with what looked
like large leather handcuffs.
The first pair she fastened around Jennifer's ankles. The
second pair was large enough to fit just above Jennifer's knees.
When they were in place, Jennifer could move her ankles a maximum of
four inches apart. Her knees could be separated by no more than two
inches.
"Now the dress," said Vicki. Jennifer leaned on her as she
managed to stand up. Vicki helped Jennifer to put the dress on over
her head. It was made of black satin, and there was a layer of
crinoline underneath to give some body to the skirt. The dress
covered her neck and adhered to her arms all the way down to her
wrists. Vicki zipped it up, and the dressed was sized to fit her
nineteen inch waist almost exactly. The skirt was long enough that
when she was standing, the heels would not be visible. The only bit
of kink that would be visible would be her rubber encased hands.
Jennifer noticed that there seemed to be pockets in the dress. She
put her hands in them, but found out that they were simply openings
in the dress.
The last thing that Vicki did was to bring out a matching black
satin purse. "Hold this with both hands," she said. Jennifer did
so, and as she did, Vicki took one of the handles of the purse and
wrapped it around both of her wrists. Jennifer was surprised to find
out that once the strap was firmly buckled in place, it served quite
effectively as a pair of inobvious handcuffs. The black material of
the purse strap was barely visible against the shiny black of the
outfit.
"You look splendid!" said Vicki. "Now, I have to get to the
airport, and convince Richard to unlock me from this damn chastity
belt!
