HIRED HELP
Chapter 32
Richard looked at her, boring into her with his eyes. "Do
you... do you know what you're asking?" he asked.
"I want to marry you," she reiterated. This time there was no
hesitation. The act of saying it aloud had crystallized the idea in
her mind.
"I've been married once before," he said. "It didn't work out.
What makes you think that this will?"
"Don't you want to marry me?!" she asked sharply.
"That's not what I said," he said, with his voice rising as
well. "Jennifer, darling, I want you to be *sure* of what you're
getting into. I've had a marriage go sour, because we were not
honest with what we wanted."
"I know that I want to be with you," she said. "I'm sure of
that."
"Are you?" he asked. "In my way, I'm a very demanding man," he
said. "I have money, and I have desires. I life my life the way I
choose to, and I'm not very likely to change much of that."
"I wouldn't ask you to change," she said.
"Think about that carefully," he warned. "I have a long list of
expectations that I have for a woman -- for *you*," he said. "Let me
tell you what your life will be like.
"You will exist for my pleasure, in the way you will look, and
the life you will lead. You will be able to count on one hand the
number of hours in a week that you will not be corsetted, wearing
heels, and restrained in some way. I will stimulate you as often and
in any way that I choose, and I will spend my free time thinking of
new ways to keep you guessing. If you displease me, expect to be
punished as I see fit.
"Freedoms that you take for granted will be taken from you.
What you wear, how you look, when you go out shopping, how you spend
your free time... that will be mine to decide."
"Richard..." Jennifer asked, interrupting his soliloquy.
"How... how does that differ from how you have been treating me?"
Richard paused to think about that for a moment. "You have a
point. actually, it's not that different. But... it may be an even
more extreme version of what you are experiencing now."
Jennifer looked down at herself and saw the nineteen inch corset
and seven inch spiked heels that she wore with her rubber ensemble.
She had a hard time picturing how it could become more extreme.
"I've stayed here, doing what you wanted me to do, being the woman
that you wanted me to be. I've stayed. I'm not going to say that I
enthusiastically love every second of it, or every detail. But...
you've shown me things, done things to me... that I've never even
imagined existed before. I... I like being here. I *love* being
with you. I want it to continue, but I want us to be even closer?
Can you understand that?" she asked.
"I understand, but... I'm not sure if I truly *believe*," he
said.
"Believe?" asked Jennifer. "You don't believe me?"
"I believe that every word you have said is sincere, and true
from you heart," he said. "But... perhaps its 'burned once, twice
shy.'"
"What will make you believe?" Jennifer asked. There was a
sinking feeling in her stomach. I love you! What more could I
possibly do to convince you?
Richard looked down after seeing the look on her face. "I'm
sorry for doubting you," he said. With a sudden motion, he left the
bed and jumped to his feet. Richard went to his dresser, and knelt
down to rummage through a bottom drawer.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Her heart was pounding in her
chest. Am I going to lose you? she wondered.
He stood up and turned around. In his hand was a small box.
"These things really should be done properly," he said. Richard
walked over to her, and knelt down on one knee. "Jennifer, my love,"
he said, opening up the box and withdrawing a diamond ring. "Will
you marry me?"
Jennnifer had to remember to breathe. It took her several tries
before any sound could come out of her mouth. "Of course I will
marry you!" she said, breathlessly against the tightness of the
corset.
She offered her hand, and Richard slowly pushed the white metal
ring onto her black rubber covered finger. He had to twist it a
couple of times to get it on, but when he was done, it was firmly in
place on her finger. She brought the ring close and examined it in
wonder. The ring was made of a shiny metal, just as heavy as gold,
but brighter than white gold or silver. A single large diamond
sparkled, flawless to her senses. "Oh, Richard!" she said, throwing
her arms wide.
Richard lept to his feet and embraced her. He pulled her to her
feet and twirled her around the room.
In the seven inch heels, she found that she was taller than him
by a couple of inches. Richard had to pull her down to kiss her.
They made love that morning on his bed. Every time that she saw
the ring that was on her finger, another shiver would go through her
as Richard sent her to the heights of pleasure.
Jennifer lost track of the time that they spent together. She
felt like she was walking with the clouds as Richard touched her
tenderly and then savagely. The tightness of the corset didn't seem
to bother her a bit. Instead, she simply enjoyed the experiences
that the corset gave her when she was near orgasm and her body
struggled for breath. She didn't fight against it, just experienced
it.
It must have been past noon by the time that they were done.
Jennifer was lying on her side, with her eyes closed, while Richard
snuggled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist.
She might have dozed off, and her dreams were filled with the
music. Sounds of wedding bells mixed with sweet melodies passed
through her mind.
A growling stomach finally roused her from her slumber. Richard
was still behind her, barely shifted from his previous spot.
Jennifer twisted around to face her fiance, and put her black rubbery
arms around his body.
"I love you," she breathed to him. "My wonderfully perverted
husband to be."
Richard smiled and stroked her hair with his hand. "I love and
adore you, dear Jennifer," he said. "Forgive me for breaking the
mood, but a few details need to be discussed."
"Like what?" she asked.
"A wedding date," he said. "And our lives between now and
then."
"What is today? I've completely lost track of the date."
"May twenty fourth," he said. "A friday."
"How about tomorrow?" she asked.
Richard smiled broadly at that. "Oh, no! Some sort of
preparations have to be made for the event. It will be a grand
affair, I guarantee! You don't even have a dress yet!"
"What about the one I found in the basement?" she asked,
playfully.
"An intriguing idea, but no. A dress must be made uniquely for
you. I insist."
Jennifer accepted this. "Is there any reason to wait?" she
asked.
"I would think it would take at least two weeks to prepare," he
said. "Other than that, no," he said.
"How about two weeks after tomorrow," she said. "I think that
would be June eighth."
"June eighth it is then!" he said.
"Is there anything else?" she asked.
"Yes, there is," he said. "I... feel that I should... show you
what it will be like to be married to me," he said.
"You haven't already?" she asked.
"I'm not sure of that yet. But I will be," he said. "For the
next two weeks, you will experience what it truly will be like to be
married to me," he said. "I have to be sure. If, by the wedding
day, you do not wish to go through with it, I will understand."
"Oh, I love you so much!" she said. "What possibly makes you
think that I wouldn't go through with it?"
