Chapter 11.

"'Why?' is never an easy question," he said.
"Try," Jennifer said as she slicked her sweat down the front of
her rubber dress. Now there was a watery sheen over her breasts.
That felt kind of interesting, she thought, as the movement had moved
the rubber warts in her outfit against her nipples.
Richard took a long look at her shiny slick red bosom. "Perhaps
I should start at the beginning," he said.
"My father, Andrew, was very 'into' corsets, rubber, high heels
and the like," he said. "So much so, that he married a woman that
would cater to his every wish in that regard. He was fortunate to
have the means to indulge his fantasies.
"I can remember her clearly," he said, "I must have been, maybe
six. My parents thought that I was tucked away in bed. I heard
something, and cracked the door open.
"I saw my father dressed in rubber from head to toe. And my
mother wore a black rubber french maid's dress, with long black
rubber stockings, long black rubber gloves, and stiletto heels. Her
waist was so tiny... later I learned that it was very corsetted. I
saw them both disappear into their room. My curiosity got the better
of me. I snuck out and went to their door.
"They left their door open just a crack, and I was able to watch
my parents having passionate sex while attired in their kinky
outfits. My mother was tied to the bed while my father ravished her.
"My mother passed away two years later," he said. Richard's
voice started to choke. "My father was heartbroken. He cried so
much at her funeral... I had never seen him cry before."
"I'm sorry," Jennifer said.
Richard continued as if he did not hear her. "My father was
never the same man after that. For almost two years, he went through
the motions of life, with almost no joy or pleasure. It was during
this time that I discovered my father's collection of pornography,
and his stash of sex toys and kinky outfits. By the time that I was
ten, I had tried out a dozen butt plugs, walked around in my mother's
high heels, and masturbated to the sight of women in rubber and
heels.
"Then," he said, "My father started to date again, if that was
the correct term. He would bring women into the house. They would
stay a few days to a month or two. I managed to catch a glimpse of
them on occasion. They were dressed up like my mother used to.
But... I never saw the same look of enjoyment on their face. Later,
I learned that he used his money to attract them, and the girls
dumped him when they had sponged off of him for long enough. There
were exceptions, but few.
"I... had oral sex with my first woman when I was fourteen.
This woman was one of the exceptions. Named Victoria, she was a
dominatrix. I spied on them twice. The first time, she had my
father kneeling down on the floor as she made him lick her boots.
The second time, he was tied to the bed, blindfolded and gagged. A
chastity belt was on him. That was the time that she found me.
"'What are you doing here?'" she had asked me out of earshot of
my father. I stammered. 'I don't do this for an audience, only for
participants," she said. Victoria whipped out a pair of handcuffs
and fastened my hands behind my back. As my father moaned in his
bedroom, she led me to the sitting room. She sat down, spread her
legs wide, and commanded me to lick her pussy." Oh, god! thought
Jennifer. No wonder he's so far out in left field when it comes to
sex!
"Victoria repeated that about a dozen times. Each time, she
would come over and tie my father up. Then she would come for me and
have me use my mouth to give her pleasure. She was a very good
teacher, actually."
Jennifer remembered the time that he had performed oral sex on
her. It certainly was the best that I'd ever had! she thought.
"I'm not sure why Victoria stopped coming over. My father's
next girl was not a dominatrix. In fact, when I spied on them, she
was always dressed up from head to toe in rubber or shiny vinyl, and
tied to my father's bed.
"One day, when I was listening through the door, I heard the
phone rang. After finishing, my father said 'I have to go for a
couple of hours. I think you'll be able to manage for that long,' he
said.
"I raced back to my room and waited for my father to leave.
When I was sure that he was gone, I went back to my father's room and
slowly snuck inside.
"The woman was there, in a full body suit that covered her from
head to toe. Her eyes were hidden by the hood, and she was breathing
through a tube in her helmet. High heels were locked onto her feet,
and the only part of her flesh that was visible was her pussy. Her
narrow waist was obviously caused by a corset underneath the rubber.
"I'm not quite sure why, but I used Victoria's lesson first.
With my tongue and lips, I had her squirming against her bonds. I
heard her moaning through her breathing tube. Then, when I was done
with that, I climbed up onto the bed and mounted her.
"I had sex with her three times. I was fortunate in that there
was a window in the room that would let me see my father's car
approaching. When I saw it coming, I pulled out and headed for my
room.
"If my father ever found out about that, he never told me. And
three years later, he died as well. There was a pileup on the
highway... and my father did not survive."
Jennifer closed his briefcase and put it on the floor. She
tossed his papers onto the top of the briefcase, and wormed over to
him. She put her rubber encased arms around him, and pulled him
close. "That must be painful to remember," she said. He did not
pull away from her.
Richard nodded, but did not elaborate. "I was left, just
fifteen years old, with all of my father's money and possessions. It
was very awkward for me. I had always had private tutors when my
father was in charge of my education. My father had made my second
cousin my legal guardian, and he was actually rather nice to me. He
had his own sizable fortunes and was not interested in manipulating
mine. He showed up when a legal guardian was needed, but didn't
meddle in my life.
"I was not exactly the socialite. I spent my time designing
bondage and fetish outfits, as well as handling the portfolio that my
father left me. I learned how to do self bondage in some very
elaborate ways. When I was twenty two, I had the idea to acquire
partial or full ownership in a company that would cater to my
particular tastes.
"That company was Fantasy Supreme. The company headquarters and
production facilities are just across town, actually. However, I was
not and am not the sole owner of the company. The five men that were
over on friday are the other five stockholders. We each have about
equal holdings in the company.
"To tell you the truth, it is not the most profitable company
that I own. But it seems to be consistent in its balance sheets from
year to year. In fact, all parts of your maid's outfit and the
rubber dress that you are wearing now came from Fantasy Supreme.
There was a long pause in his narration. "What about your
wife?" she asked as she tried to adjust the plugs inside of her
rubber encased body. All she accomplished was to stimulate herself a
bit more.
Richard took a very deep breath before answering. "I met my
wife three years later at the company Christmas party of Fantasy
Supreme. She was a new hire, and was rather amazed by all that she
was seeing."
"Susana?" Jennifer asked. Richard nodded.
"We talked for the longest time that night. We had our first
date two days later. I slowly started to show her the things that
turned me on. She was hesitant at first, but it didn't take her long
to really get into it.
"But... I guess that we were two people that saw what we wanted
to see in the other person. That wasn't clear until we were married,
about two years after we had first met.
"I tried to let her find her innermost fantasies. I succeeded.
Unfortunately, they did not mesh well with mine. I wanted all of the
trappings of a life of fetish with a great deal of sex to boot. As
she became more versed in the possibilities, she found herself
adoring the lifestyle of a dominatrix."
"She constantly wanted to be in charge, while I wanted more
balance in our relationship. Also, her main pleasure was derived
from keeping control of a man in all ways... which included long
periods of enforced sexual abstinence. I... did not like that."
"How do you think that I liked it?" she asked.
Richard smiled. "It is one thing to have a chastity belt in
anticipation of a reward at the end. It is quite another not to know
when or even if your other half is going to relent.
"Two years after that, we finalized our divorce. In the end, it
was an amicable parting, I suppose. She had signed a pre-nuptial
agreement that left her with a comfortable nest egg."
"That was a year ago. I have dwelt alone here since then. I
have been looking... for something to compare to that first year that
Susana and I had together. The joy of exploration, the closeness,
the trust..."
This reminded Jennifer of the letter from the personal service
to Richard. "So," she asked, with her red rubber arms still around
him, "where do I fit in?"
Richard snorted with a twisted smile. "Originally, I just
wanted someone to help out around the house and indulge a few of my
voyeuristic fantasies. I never meant for it to become more than a
business relationship."
Jennifer rolled her eyes. "What do you expect? You put my body
on display, and expect me not to think of sex with the handsome man
who happens to be my employer? Maybe there's some impropriety, but
dammit, I don't care! I'm not staying here for the money anymore.
I'm here because of you."
Richard stared at her. "Be careful what you say," he said. "I
have some very definite and stringent requirements in a companion.
Most women are rather put off by it, while the remainder seem more
interested in my checkbook than in me."
"Why don't you give me a chance?" she asked. "I'm here, right
now, and willing. No waiting.
"I... have been burned already. It is not that easy for me to
believe... that there is someone interested in me for my own sake."
"You just don't understand," Jennifer said. "I've never had a
person that really wanted me. My mother told me day after day how
worthless I was. Every boyfriend that I had when in school and when
I was out on my own just wanted a live blow-up doll to screw silly.
Whenever I asked for just a little more, they were gone.
"The way that you looked at me that night... with that hunger in
your eyes. That hunger was for me, I'm sure. I've... never had
anyone look at me like that. And... well, when you finally did get
to business, you didn't leave me hanging. Every other boyfriend I
had would get me that close... and be done with it. Half of them
snored."
Richard thought about this for a long time. "I... am not sure.
I want you to really know what you're getting into. Remember," he
said, looking her in the eye, "you can leave at any time. Just say
the word, and I will release you from your contract. You will of
course be paid the higher wages."
Jennifer had not thought of the contract in quite a long time.
By her estimation, she was probably due for three or four thousand
dollars. "I'll remember that, but I don't think that I will be
taking you up on it."
"I have to be sure... don't expect our relationship to change.
I *have* to be sure."
She looked at him. "Can you at least drop the pretense of me
being here to do the chores? You could hire a couple of people to do
all of that much more efficiently than I could do it. Then you would
have more time with me. Why don't you just admit that you like to
see me dressed up for your pleasure, and that you really wouldn't
mind throwing me to the floor and taking me right now? Come on! Why
don't you do what you *really* want to do with me?"
"There are some practical difficulties with that," he said.
"But..." A smile came across his face. "There is something that
comes to mind..."