HIRED HELP
Chapter 31
She was again naked in the realm of dreams. Jennifer was
travelling down a long tunnel under the earth, with an almost blind
mole as her guide.
"What's the hurry?" she asked.
"She's near, near!" the mole said.
Suddenly, the tunnel opened up into a small cavern. Embedded in
the ceiling were gemstones of every color, and each of them was
glowing brightly. This illuminated the items below.
On the floor, there was a chaotic assortment of fetish items,
scattered with metal armor and medival weaponry. "You said I'm
supposed to prepare for battle?" she asked. Experimentally, she
picked up a gleaming silver sword. "I can barely lift it!" she
exclaimed.
"No, no!" exclaimed the mole. "She will never give way against
that!"
Jennifer scanned around the floor. "I don't understand."
"A sword will never win his heart!"
Comprehension slowly sank in. She found a pair of thigh-high
stiletto heeled boots, and quickly slipped them on. "Hurry! I can
hear her footsteps!"
Sure enough, Jennifer could hear the sound of stiletto heels
clicking on a stone floor. Hurriedly, she put on a pair of black
rubber gloves, then she pulled a satin corset around her waist and
hastily tightened it.
The footsteps were closer, closer. Jennifer scanned the room,
and pulled a tight black rubber pencil skirt up to her waist. It
held her knees together, but she could still walk.
"Too late!" screamed the mole. Looming in the shadowy entrance
was a female figure. Jennifer could not make out the face, but she
knew the name. "Susana," she whispered.
She heard a sharp cracking sound as the woman sent her whip
forward. She was covered with gleaming black leather from neck to
toes. Her feet were encased in stiletto heeled boots, and as she
stepped forward into the room, she could see the familiar face from
the photos in the attic.
"So, you're the bitch in the house now?!" she exclaimed. "I do
not tolerate anyone touching what is mine!" she said, with venom in
her voice. "He was mine once, and he will be mine forever!"
"Then why did you leave him?" she asked.
A look of rage came across Susana's face, and she struck out
with her whip. Jennifer put her hands up, and felt the whip connect
with her forearm. Strangely, there was no pain through the rubber.
"*He* was the disloyal one! *He* did not bow to his rightful
master!"
She sent the whip at Jennifer yet again. This time, it
connected on her forehead. A very sharp pain suddenly shot through
her skull. "Aaah!" she said, as she staggered in the heels and
pencil skirt.
"*He* is the one that could not let go!" she screamed. "I knew
who I was, but he would not let be that person!" Susana sent the
whip flying yet again. This time, it connected at her waist.
Through the corset, Jennifer felt nothing.
Wait a second, thought Jennifer. The whip only hurts if it
touches bare skin! She searched around for something to cover her
shoulders, breasts, and head.
A rubber cloak with attached hood met the bill. She squirmed
towards it, and before Susana could send the whip flying again,
Jennifer had put the hood on her head and tucked her body within it.
She had only small holes fo the eyes, nose and mouth.
Susana's fury continued. But each strike of the whip was
rebuffed by the outfit that she wore. Confidently, Jennifer walked
forward towards her.
A look of defeat crossed Susana's face, and she dropped her
whip. "There's one more that you must face," she said, as her body
slowly turned to smoke.
What a strange dream, thought Jennifer as she woke up.
She was still tied spread eagle to Richard's bed. The long
black rubber gloves, stockings, heels, garter belt, and corset were
still all in place on her.
Richard was nowhere to be seen. The light coming in through the
almost closed curtains indicated that it was morning. "Richard?" she
said, and there was no reply. "Richard?" she said, louder now.
There was a faint voice from the distance. Jennifer could see
that the bedroom door was partially open, and that's where the voice
had come from.
Richard came into the room a minute later, dressed in a blue
robe and carrying a tray of food. "Breakfast in bed?" he said,
putting the tray down on the nightstand.
"Sounds good to me," she said. "But... it's a little hard for
me to eat right now."
"I don't understand," Richard said, breaking off a small piece
of bacon and putting it in her mouth. "As far as I can tell, you're
mouth is working fine. That's all you need to eat, actually."
Richard fed her breakfast to her one bit at a time, and brought
a straw to her lips so that she could sip her juice. "Um, there's
one other thing. I really have to pee," she said. "It's been a
*long* time since I've done that!"
Richard said nothing in reply, but simply walked around to the
corners of the bed and untied her arms and legs. Jennifer took a
moment to move her shoulders and legs, then brought her feet to the
floor and stood up.
She had forgotten how high the heels were that she was wearing.
Jennifer lost balance after the first step, and had to grab ahold of
Richard to keep from falling. "Sorry," she said.
Richard just smiled and helped her to the bathroom. She
attented to her bodily functions, then came back to the bedroom,
walking slowly in the heels. She found him sitting on the bed,
munching on his own breakfast.
Jennifer sat down next to him. "What now?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, actually," he said. "I haven't made plans for
the day."
"That's not what I meant," she asked. "What about us?" Richard
did not look like he fully understood the question. "Am I... am I
still just the hired help?"
"No, Jennifer," he said. "You are much more than that." He put
another bit of food in his mouth.
"Then what am I?" she asked. "What are we?"
Richard stopped chewing. "That's... not an easy question," he
said, then swallowed. "Not easy at all. Dear Jennifer... when I
first hired you, I was never expecting anything like *this*!"
"But isn't that what you were hoping for?" Jennifer asked.
"You're more than I dared hope for!" Richard replied
enthusiastically. "So much more!"
"But what am I to you?" she asked.
Richard was silent for a few seconds. "What do you want to be?"
he asked.
"I want to be with you for a long time," she said. "I want to
be at your side." The next words choked in her mouth. Dare I say
it? Will I lose him if I do?
The words came out, almost unwillingly. "I want to be your
wife," she said.
