HIRED HELP
Chapter 10
Jennifer put the metal fork into the lock in her belt and opened
it up. She immediately relieved herself, spending almost five
minutes getting everything out that wanted to come out.
She cleaned up her crotch with a dry cloth, then found herself
having some difficult getting the plug back inside of her. She
solved this by masturbating for a minute or two and getting her
crotch wet again.
Jennifer reconnected her belt, which released her from the
bathroom counter but sent the phallus firmly back into her. She then
was faced with the problem of what to wear as she made breakfast.
She was sure that he wanted her to wear the corset. But as she
tried to fasten it, she knew that it was supposed to be on underneath
the belt. And as she tightened it, the waiststrap of the belt became
*much* more uncomfortable with the corset over it.
Of course she couldn't put the maid's outfit on over it. She
simply could not cinch it tight enough on her own, and the belt
underneath made it even more difficult. Damn, damn, damn...
Jennifer made her decision. I don't think there's any way to do
this, she thought to herself. She donned the parts of her outfit
that she could, which included her fishnet stockings and locked on
stiletto heels. Then she carried her corset, maids outfit, and lock
for it downstairs. As she walked, the chastity belt reminded her
that it was there with every step that she took.
She put the corset, maid's outfit, and padlock on the kitchen
table. Then with a resigned sigh, she started to make breakfast.
He's probably going to be pissed at me, Jennifer thought.
Goddammit, I tried to do what he said! This probably means he's
going to punish me.
That thought brought forth both fear and anticipation. She
never would have done any of his 'punishments' voluntarily... but she
had managed to survive, and with a few orgasms to boot.
Jennifer finished up the hashbrowns, eggs, and bacon. She made
up two plates of food and put them on the table. Next, the orange
juice and coffee. All that was left to do was wait.
Just a minute later, she heard the sounds of Richard's
footsteps. She saw him fully dressed standing at the entrance to the
kitchen. He stared at her and her bare breasts for a long moment.
Then, he walked in and sat down at the table.
Richard just looked at her, quietly. The silence was becoming
unbearable for Jennifer. Just say it! she thought. Just say that I
messed up and get it over with.
He continued to say nothing. She was the one to break the
silence. "I'm sorry that I'm out of uniform this morning. I...
didn't plan well last night." There was continuing silence from
Richard. "I'm sorry. I suppose that I am to be punished," she said,
looking down.
"I guess that I did not make myself clear in the note," he said.
"I knew that you would likely have problems on your own. I expected
to find you in the living room waiting for me or some such thing. I
was planning to be home in time to tuck you in." There was a slight
momentary smile on his face when he said the last three words, then
the smile faded. "Although you didn't come to breakfast in uniform,
it is not entirely your fault. For this I will suspend your
punishment." She let out a relieved sigh. "But... I'm quite sure
that you were up and about out of uniform when I was gone."
Jennifer went from relief to anxiety. "H...how did you know?"
she said, not denying it.
A half smile came across his face. "The readout on your 'alarm
clock' indicated that your cycle had started just moments before I
had stepped in. This means that you probably rushed to get into it
when I arrived. And if you had been in uniform, you would have gone
to bed with your corset on. I know that you can not get out of it
quickly."
Jennifer's sighed an admission of guilt. "Now what?" she asked.
"Let's eat breakfast," he said. "I must think about it."
Breakfast was very quiet. Richard was eating his breakfast
slowly, obviously lost deep in thought. Jennifer ate more quickly,
and found herself fidgeting as he finished up the last of his
breakfast.
"I have decided upon a suitable punishment," he said. Jennifer
held her breath in anticipation. "Go to your room," he commanded in
a calm voice, "and take these," he said, gesturing at the corset and
maid's outfit. "Disrobe there. I will be there shortly."
She scooped up the unworn parts of her outfit and returned to
her room. She put the outfit, corset, and padlock away, and unlocked
the shoes from her feet. After she removed her fishnets, she sat
down on the bed to wait. The chastity belt remained in place as she
did not have a key for it.
Five minutes later, Richard arrived. He held in his hands
several rubber items. "Just a word of explanation. You flaunted the
dress code that is required of you when you are outside of your room.
It is not particularly difficult for you to function in your normal
outfit. I just want you to know that it can get worse for you."
"Worse?" she said hesitantly.
Richard handed her something made of rubber. She recognized it
after a few seconds as an enema bag, rubber tube, and nozzle. There
was a clamp no the rubber tube that was blocking any water flow.
"Give yourself an enema," he said. "Then, when you have expelled it
all, do it again."
She was taken aback by this. An enema? She slowly walked to
the bathroom as Richard put the rest of his load on the bed.
Jennifer slowly filled the bag up with warm water and sealed the bag.
When she was done, she turned back to shut the door, but found
Richard standing in the doorway.
She felt his eyes boring into her as she tried to work the
narrow nozzle into her rectum. "Can't I use some Vaseline or
something?" she asked.
Richard went to the bed and came back with an unlabeled tube.
"Try this," he said.
Jennifer liberally coated the nozzle with the thick lubricant.
It was much easier to put in place. When it was there, she slowly
raised the bag over her head and let the water flow in. She was
acutely uncomfortable with Richard watching her as she did this.
She found it to be an interesting experience, as her bowels
filled up with fluid. By the time that the bag was empty, she felt
like she had a case of diarrhea and had to go.
"Wait a few minutes," he said. She hopped from foot to foot in
agitation.
"What if I can't?" she asked.
"Then I'll have to add something else to your punishment," he
promised.
The next minutes felt like hours to her. At last, he gestured
and nodded for her to relieve herself.
WOOSH!" After she removed the nozzle and sat down, the watery
contents of her bowels came rushing out. It was several minutes
before she was fully done with it.
While she was doing this, Richard refilled the bag. "Again," he
said even before she had stood up.
Jennifer guided the nozzle in while she was still sitting on the
toilet. He held it even higher, and the water rushed in even faster.
This one she could not hold at all. Almost immediately after it
was done, her sphincter let go and released the pressure behind it.
Richard watched her impassionately as she finished up and
started to clean up. When she was done, he walked out and curtly
gestured for her to follow.
He picked up the next item and brought it over to her. She
realized that this was a corset made of very heavy red rubber with
attached breast cups. It only had lacing in back, with no front
closure, and extended from hips to armpits. There were several very
short garters on the lower rim. Richard put it on her and began the
laborious process of lacing it up from scratch.
She noticed something unusual about the breast cups almost
immediately. She felt rubber warts on the inside that touched her on
the nipples. As he tightened it around her, she felt her nipples
stand erect as they were stimulated.
Now he started to pull it tight. This corset felt subtly
different than the other ones she had worn. This one did not
actually force her to hold a specific posture. But when she tried to
bend over or breathe, it felt like a tight powerful spring was
fighting her every movement.
By the time that he was done lacing it, this one was just as
effective at keeping her breathless as the other corsets. Right
after he finished with the corset, he told her to sit on the bed.
Next there was a pair of red rubber stockings. Richard had to
almost roll them onto her. They were very tight, and the upper edge
was touching the innermost corner of her thigh. Calmly and
efficiently, he attached the garters to the stockings.
Jennifer was starting to become hot in this outfit, and it had
nothing to do with sex. Only her groin, arms, neck, and head were
open to the outside world. The rest was encased in the firm, tight
rubber.
Now Richard dug in her closet. He found the red shoes that she
had worn before with the hobble dress. Grabbing two padlocks from
the collection here, he locked over five inches of red stiletto heel
onto each foot.
Rubber gloves were next. These were not the elbow length ones
that she remembered. Instead, these went up to her armpits.
Sweat was forming on her brow now. Jennifer let out an
involuntary cry as she saw the next item that he had for her to wear.
It was a chastity belt. It looked identical to the one she had
been wearing... but this one had an additional feature. On the strap
that went between her butt cheeks, there was now a red rubber butt
plug there. Richard had her stand up as he locked it around her
waist. Then he liberally applied lubricant to the plug.
The plug was the first thing in. "Please, no!" she begged of
him as he started to slide it into place.
"Do I have to think of something worse?" he said with a raised
eyebrow. This implied threat reduced her to whimpering as the plug
slowly slid into place.
The last couple of inches went in quickly, as the narrower base
of the plug was thrust inside of her. He pulled the front phallus
inside of her. The rubber warts in the breast cups must have excited
her sexually, because the dildo slid into her easily.
He locked it in front, and Jennifer felt the belt cutting in
tightly, thrusting the two rods into her. She felt more nubs above
the front dildo, that came dangerously close to tickling her clit.
Jennifer was sweating profusely now, but the only place it was
visible was on her face. Richard went to her closet and pulled out
the red hobble dress of several nights before.
"I'll bake!" she said as he unzipped it.
"I'll turn on the cooling system," he offered.
With a pathetic look on her face, Jennifer stepped into the
dress. He zipped it up in back to her neck. Richard locked the
zipper in place with a small padlock he had in his pocked. Jennifer
guessed that this one could not be opened with the ring of keys in
her room.
"There you go," he said. She looked at herself in the mirror,
and saw the same red version of Morticia Adams staring back at her.
This time she had a second layer of rubber under the dress. Her face
was covered with sweat and her hair was limp from the perspiration.
"Now, you need to attend to the laundry," he said, walking out
of the room. Jennifer took six inch steps in her stiletto heels,
which was all that the dress would allow. Even these small movements
of her legs had the phalluses inside of her wiggling around. And as
she moved, the rubber gave enough for her nipples to be massaged with
every jiggle.
As she passed her door, she looked in the mirror and saw a bead
of sweat running down the front of her shiny red rubber hobble dress.
Richard was good in his offer to turn on the cooling. The
temperature plunged low enough that her nose was cold. Jennifer felt
that she could survive for awhile, at least.
He also said that she could stop to drink as often as she
wanted, as long as the chores were done. She took advantage of this,
but knew that she wouldn't be able to get everything done. She would
be lucky if half of today's work was finished.
The plugs and breast cups were also driving her half mad.
Whenever she closed her eyes, she had visions of being in bed with
Richard and having vigorous, pounding sex.
After she prepared lunch, Jennifer took a can of soda and
wriggled over to a couch in the main living room. Richard was also
sitting on the same couch. Between them there was an open briefcase,
and he was intently pouring over a handful of documents.
"You know there's no way that I can finish everything today,"
she said.
He put down his papers and looked at her. Jennifer's rubber
dress was slicked in spots with perspiration, which enhanced the
gloss even more. She though she saw a moment of that intense lusting
look on his face, but if it was there, it faded before she could be
sure. "You have a problem then, I'd say," he said, looking back at
his papers.
"Then why should I try?" she asked.
He looked up again. "That's a rather poor attitude, isn't it?"
he asked.
Jennifer shrugged. "I'm really not here to do the chores. I'm
here to be on display for you." Carefully, she stood up and started
to twirl around with tiny steps in her stilettos and hobble skirt.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
She definitely saw the lusting look, she was sure. But it faded
again. "I think that you should go back to your chores," she said.
Jennifer sat back down again. She felt the tightness of the
dress at her knees and her buttocks as she did this. "Why? I'm
right here, for your viewing pleasure," she said.
Richard stared at her. "What do you want?" he said, with a hint
of exasperation.
"I want to know *why*," Jennifer asked. "I want to know why you
had me strutting around with no underwear, but you wouldn't even
touch me. I want to know why you have me dressed up like this, right
now, with dildoes and everything driving me nuts while I sweat to
death." She paused and battled the rubber corset to regain her
breath. "I want to know why you tied yourself up that one night."
"I don't want to discuss it," he said. "You should really
resume your chores."
Jennifer took a long sip of her soda. "Does it have something
to do with you ex-wife? Or your father?" she asked.
His eyes bored into her. "How do you know about that?" he
asked.
"I was a very bad girl last night," she said. "When I was
prancing around naked, I found some things that you had stashed in
the attic."
She saw his teeth clench and his hand start to twitch. "What
were you doing up there?" he asked, with what appeared to be very
genuine anger.
"I was trying," she said, "to find out something about my
mysterious employer. This employer who offers me a great deal of
money to dress up for him. He's so strange that he will turn down
offers of sex with his beautiful housekeeper, even when she's dressed
up. Even when she's ready and willing to do it, without thinking of
the money. Even when she looks like a girl right out of his
fantasies."
Richard shut his eyes and breathed deeply. Slowly, she saw the
tension fade from his face and hands. "Do you want to tell me why?"
she asked, softly.
