HIRED HELP
Chapter 38
Jennifer had to lean against the wall and pant for breath as the
corset closed in around her waist.
Mary the dressmaker watched her calmly. "How tight is this
going to go?" Jennifer asked.
"It should be eighteen inches around, when it's done," she
replied over the hum of the motors. Although the corset had standard
lacings in back, the cords were being pulled by two electric motors
set into the walls of the dressing room.
"I think that your sister's here," she continued. "This will
take at least another ten minutes," she declared. "I'll be back when
it's done.
As Mary left, Jennifer was left there, leaning up against the
wall of the small room. She had to balance in white seven inch
heels. The switches for the motors were just out of arms reach in
either side, and there was no way that she could possibly touch them,
even if she tried.
Other than the tightening white satin corset and the shoes, she
was wearing nothing. The long raincoat and black six inch heels that
she had worn here were piled in a corner of the room.
Jennifer heard voices outside the dressing room, but could not
make out any of the conversation. Although she had become accustomed
to breathing and moving in corsets, this one became very challenging
to breath in as it approached its final tightness.
Just as she thought that she could not take it anymore, the
whine of the motors stopped. She slumped down and let out a tiny
sigh of relief. Jennifer could only move down a few inches as the
corset strings held her in place.
She guessed that it was several minutes before Mary found her.
Dressed in a skin tight black rubber body suit, she reached over and
unlached one of the sets of corset strings from the motor.
Mary expertly wrapped the strings around Jennifer's waist
without losing any of the tension. She repeated this with the other
corset strings, then tied the two together.
Jenninfer turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her figure
was beyond fabulous now. With the so small waist and breasts that
were supported and separated by the corset, she was approaching the
realm of fantasy.
"Sit down. Let's get your slip on now," said Mary.
Jennifer sat down on the bench in the dressing room. Mary
brought in a box, and a long white satin slip was inside it.
As she wriggled into it, Jennifer realized that the term hobble
slip would be more appropriate. Jennifer stood up with her legs
tightly together as Mary laced it up in back.
The slip was made of white satin. It was extremely tight around
her waist and legs. Her knees could not move from their position. As
she tried to step forward, she found that she was fortunate to be
able to take steps longer than four inches.
Mary left the room again. When she returned, she came back with
several very frilly crinoline underskirts in her hands.
They were able to slip them over her head and down into place
around her ever so small waist. There were six of them total, the
last one the largest. When they were done, there was hardly room
left for Mary to stand in the dressing room. For six feet in each
direction, all Jennifer saw was fluffy white netting.
Mary left again. This time, when she returned, she had a very
long white satin wedding dress in her hands.
Jennifer nearly fell over in the attempt to get it on over her
head. They finally managed to get it on her, and zip it up in back.
Mary helped her to get out of the dressing room. This was aided
by the fact that there was no doorway to the room, only a very wide
curtain. Jennifer took dozens of baby steps in her hobble slip and
heels before she even managed to get out of the room.
They emerged into the main display room. Mannequins were
displaying rubber and leather outfits of all types here. Under
Mary's direction, she continued forward, until Jennifer was at the
center of the room. The, the rubber clad woman walked around her and
arranged the dress and train around her.
When she was done, she brought out a large mirror so that
Jennifer could see herself. The effect left her light headed. "It's
like a fairy tale," she said. The dress was made of soft, shiny
white satin, with elaborate embroidery and beads all around it.
There were huge puffy satin shoulders attached to the long sleeves of
the dress. In front, the dress went all the way to her neck, but
there was a heart shaped cutout in front that revealed as much
clevage as was legal. This cutout area was covered with the filmiest
white material, hiding nothing underneath.
She could never remember seeing a dress this large before.
Bigger than the dresses in Gone with the Wind, bigger than the good
witch in Oz, bigger than the woman in The King and I. Then, there
was her impossibly small waist perched above all of that vastness.
"God!" she heard a familiar voice say. Jennifer turned her
head, and saw her sister walking out of another dressing room,
escorted by Mary.
Laura was dressed in a long sleeved, neck high hobble dress.
The material was a shiny, slightly stretchy bright blue vinyl. Like
Jennifer, there was a heart shaped cutout above her prodruding
breasts, covered only by a wisp of blue translucent fabric. It
looked like her breasts were on the verge of breaking through the
tight fabric of the dress.
Jennifer had never known her sister to be particularly chesty.
However, the narrowness and stiffness of her waist revealed where her
clevage had come from.
The dress looked to be a little looser than Jennifer's slip.
Her sister took quick steps, almost a foot long each, towards her.
Matching blue five inch heels adorned her feet.
"You're something else!" said Jennifer after she saw the effect
the dress had on her sister.
"Look who's talking! That thing is unbelievable! I've never
seen anything like it!" exclaimed Laura.
"We have a few more things to get done here," said Mary.
Jennifer watched as the dressmaker directed Laura to walk and turn
around, all the while observing her closely. She brought out a
notepad and jotted down a few notes.
"How does yours fit," Mary asked while looking at Jennifer.
She spent a moment studying the sensations of the dress. "Fits
like a glove," she said.
"Raise your hands over your head," Mary instructed, "and turn
from side to side."
Jennifer complied as best she could. Turning was easier said
than done in the corset, hobble slip, and heels.
"Mary, please call three two four," came a sound over the
intercom. "Mary, call three two four,"
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said. "I won't take long."
Jennifer was left alone with her sister. "I hate to break it to
you," said Laura, "but your finacee is nuttier than a fruitcake.
Just look at all this!" she said with a sweeping motion of her arms."
"He's different," said Jennifer. "But that's just the way he
is. Is it really that bad?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm not trying to talk you out of this, or anything," she
said. "But how many guys would even *think* of something like this,
let alone do it?"
"Richard is strange in a lot of ways," said Jennifer. "But
that's the man I love."
"Do you really like being dressed up like that? Or like this?"
she said, pointing to herself."
She thought about that for a long moment. "I'm not sure that I
*like* it. I really don't mind it, and it's fun at times. Honestly,
what I like is the effect that it has on Richard. The way he looks
at me," Jennifer had to shudder with the memory, "God, for the way he
looks at me, the way he touches me, the way he talks to me, oh,
everything about him, this is worth it a thousand times over.
"Think about it, Laura," she said. "Do you have any idea how
*sexy* you look now? Especially to a guy that's even the least bit
kinky?"
Laura turned and examined herself in the mirror, saw the narrow
waist and the heaving breasts. "I suppose I do look rather... hot,"
she said.
"That's an understatement," said Jennifer. "I don't remember
you *ever* calling yourself hot or sexy before."
"That's true," Laura replied. "All those cheerleaders at
school, the guys just fought over them to ask them out. I hardly
ever had a boyfriend, in high school. And now, I still don't," she
said.
Suddenly, Laura looked up, like she had suddenly changed trains
of thought. "I have to know," she said in a conspiratorial whisper.
"Is Richard any good in bed?"
As Jennifer thought about the question, she started to laugh.
How to compare the feeble relationships she had had with Richard's
ways? More than half the time, she was not even in a bed when he had
made her orgasm. The toys, the teasing, the mind-blowing sex... how
could she ever imagine going back to a 'normal' relationship with
anyone? There was no comparison. Richard was not even playing in
the same *leauge* as everyone else!
"What's so funny?" asked Laura.
"He's wonderful in bed," she said, not bothering to explain.
He's wonderful everywhere else, too, like the kitchen, the park, the
theater...
"You ask like you doubt that," said Jennifer. "Did you think I
was just marrying him for his money?"
"Well... the thought *had* crossed my mind," Laura said. "How
much is he worth, anyway?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," she said. "Probably at least
seven figures."
As Laura was digesting this, Mary came back into the room.
"We're done for the day. We need to make a few final adjustments,"
she said. "Come in on monday, same times, and you should be all
ready then."
They both nodded. "Call me at home tonight," said Laura.
"After eight. Mom is going out tonight, and probably won't be back
before midnight."
