HIRED HELP
Chapter 47
She had to return to her room to unlock her shoes and tiptoe
back to the kitchen very uncomfortably. Jennifer first took the
liberty of hiding the keys to Richard's outfit under the bed in her
room. When she arrived, naked and with an armful of acessories,
Richard was just finishing washing the dishes.
"What now?" Richard asked. He could not easily turn to look at
her because of the posture collar.
"Oh, I just found something to wear," she said, putting her
bundle on the table and sitting down in a chair. "Would you like to
help me get into it?"
Richard put down the last dish, then turned to look at her. "You
want to wear that?!" he asked, surprised.
"Is there something wrong with this?" she asked.
"Somehow, this is not something I was expecting," he said.
That brought a small thrill to her. He hasn't thought of
*everything* yet, she thought.
Richard slowly stepped over to her. "Boots first," she said.
The boots were thigh high, made of shiny black leather. They
laced up the front, and extended all the way up to her crotch. The
heels were easily as tall as the ones that Richard wore now.
He had to concentrate intensely to kneel down in front of her.
"Did you cum?" she asked as another vibration started in his belt.
"Not... yet," Richard said with his teeth clenched.
"Do you want to?" she asked.
Richard did not say anything, but the look on his face told her
everything she needed to know. Slowly, she slid her left leg into
the shiny black leather boot, then the right.
The corset, collar, and manacles made it very tough for Richard
to work the lacings on the boot. The first one took quite a long
time, while the second was quicker. As he laced them tight, she felt
herself becoming very sexually aroused by the whole scene.
When he was done, he was kneeling underneath her, looking up at
her spread legs. "If you want to," she said, wriggling her hips
invitingly. She brought one six and a half inch spiked heel up and
touched his face with it. The leather had a distinct musky smell
that was growing as she heated the leather up.
Richard required no more invitation. He walked forward on his
knees, bringing his face up to her now wet pussy. The chains kept
his rubber covered hands from resting on the floor, so instead he
gripped the front of the chair.
"Oh, oh my!" she said. Instead of starting slowly, as she was
accustomed to, he quickly thrust his tongue inside of her and brought
his skill into play. Even with the posture collar in place, he was
still able to reach her most sensitive places.
Judging by the number of times that Richard's belt vibrated, it
couldn't have been more than three minutes before Jennifer pushed his
head away from her. "Oh, god Richard!" she said, panting. For once,
she could use her full breathing capacity to do this.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that Richard's hips were
jerking back and forth as the vibrations coursed through the belt.
His eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly. "Did I say that you
could cum?" she asked.
Richard stopped jerking, and looked with his eyes, even while
the posture collar held his chin up. He did not say anything to
her. Jennifer reached over and turned one of the knobs on the
control box. As she did so, she could see a last twitching of flesh
under the rubber chastity belt. Now, his pulses were a little less
than three seconds long each.
"Let's go to the living room," she said, "and carry my things,
if you would be so good?"
Richard was slow getting to his feet. It looked like he was
laboring for breath in his corset, and his cheeks were flushed. He
gathered up the remaining items, and followed her to the living room.
Jennifer directed him to help her get into the corset. This was
also made of shiny black leather. There were a dozen buckles in
front, in place of a busk. The lacings to the corset were in back.
As the corset was unbuckled and she slid into it, she felt that it
was extremely stiffly boned.
Jennifer stood with her hands against a wall as Richard
tightened the back lacings of the corset. This corset completely
encompassed both of her breasts, except for a two inch diameter hole
for each nipple. As Richard drew the corset tighter and tighter, she
could feel her breasts becoming squeezed and the nipples started to
protrude through the holes.
At the bottom of the corset, which ended at her hips, there were
two buckling leather straps build into it. After Richard finally had
it tightened to his satisfaction, Jennifer put her hands down at her
hips. "If you would?" she asked.
Richard fastened both straps in place. When he was done, her
hands were held firmly at her hips, unable to move from the corset.
Jennifer sat down on the couch as Richard put the last item on
her. This was a leg spreader, maybe four feet long. Richard had to
kneel down again to put it on her.
When he was done, she was seated on the couch, with her black
leather booted legs spread wide by the bar. The bottom of the corset
and the top of the boots framed her dripping wet sex. The black
leather corset sent the room light careening off of it, and her
nipples protruded through it like miniature volcanoes. Jennfier
clenched her hands reflexively as they were bound to the bottom of
the corset.
"You seem to like games," she said. "Here are the rules, if you
want to play. Every time you make me cum, I'll turn the vibrator up
for you," she said. "I think you can get the box next to my hand.
But every time you need to take a break, it gets turned down," she
said. "We'll play until your batteries die. I know that you won't
need to take a bathroom break in that, now, will you?"
Richard looked at her for a long time. Then, a smile came
across his face. "You are a truly wicked woman!" he said.
"Umbelievably so! No wonder I love you so!"
As soon as he had stopped talking, he was down on his knees, and
his lips were caressing her waiting, aching pussy.
Again, within minutes, she was writhing in her seat. The
spreader bar was below Richard's body, so she could only bring her
legs up so far. "Please, stop!" she said as he brought her over the
edge. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the bar turned
that into a feeble effort. "Please!"
His tongue was relentless. Instead of stopping as she climaxed,
he only paused for a moment before resuming his work. Less than a
minute later, she was screaming again.
A third one left Jennifer panting and sobbing on the couch.
Richard finally relented and pulled away from her.
"Is that sufficient?" he asked with a smile on his face. A few
drips of her juices were running down a corner of his mouth.
"Ah, yes," she said as he walked over to her in his heels and
waited for her to fumble with the controls.
Richard must have access to very long lived batteries, Jennifer
concluded as she panted in her corset.
Richard was now on top of her, sucking on her protruding
nipples. He had just finished sending her to another panting orgasm,
and he was now up to about fifteen seconds on, thirty seconds off.
"How... ohhhhh!" she babbled as his teeth ever so gently scraped
across the tip of her nipple. He reached over with a rubber coated
hand and massaged her other one while his tongue and lips worked
their magic on the first.
She knew that he had orgasmed at least twice more in the belt.
That was nothing compared to the number that she had experienced.
Richard moved up, and kissed her on the lips. She tasted her
own salty, sticky juices on his lips. A tiny, rational part of her
took control for a moment. She twisted as best she could, and found
the power knob on the control box underneath Richards black rubber
skirt. She turned it up to maximum. As the belt was quiescent at
that moment, he did not appear to notice what she had done.
Richard slid back down to the floor and resumed his relentless
assault upon her pleasure box. Suddenly, she felt him nearly stop as
the vibrations of his belt took ahold.
Richard managed to keep going, even while the bulge under his
chastity belt twitched. Jennifer was grateful even for that partial
reprieve as he was distracted.
He moaned even while his tongue was moving within her. Once the
vibrations were passed, Richard's tongue regained its original
strenght.
Doesnt't he ever get tired? she wondered while the world started
to swim around her. Won't those batteries *ever* wear out?
