Chapter 1 - The Discovery
After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it's not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn't keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. Because of this, my life became an endless cycle of men who cared nothing about me; some of them regular
One day, after a particularly excessive weekend (6 different guys in 2 days), I went home and had a message on my answering machine from my friend Sonja. She said that she hadn't heard from me all weekend and was worried that I had "fallen off the wagon again". I called her, and she could immediately tell by my voice that her suspicions were true. As usual, I cried and told her that I felt so bad about what I had done, and about how much of a slut I was, but that I just couldn't control myself. This is when she first suggested it, and the it she suggested would change my life. She said, "Well, if you can't control your sexual desires, have you ever thought about giving someone else control of them for you?" I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her to go on.
She continued, "I saw a special on TV about alternative sexual lifestyles. One of the subjects they talked about was the use of chastity belts. In the TV special, they discussed how chastity belts have really made a comeback in the alternative underground. They are relatively comfortable, secure, and can be worn under clothing without detection. Most of all, they prevent all contact with the genitalia underneath." I had heard of chastity belts, but I thought that they were just myths from medieval times. Sonja continued, "The article showed how couples used chastity belts to enhance their sex lives. They would wear the chastity belts for days, sometimes weeks at a time, to deprive themselves of sex. They said that the sex was much more intense and gratifying after being locked in the belt for weeks at a time." "Well, what has this got to do with me? Intense sex is not a problem with me, quite the opposite in fact," I asked. Sonja continued, "Well, if you were locked in a chastity belt you would not be able to
I told her that her suggestion was very interesting and that I would research it. I got off the phone and finished the hand job that I had started. As I lay awake in bed, all I could think about was being locked up in a belt, unable to be fucked, unable even to touch myself. I came five more times that night while fantasizing about being locked in a belt.
I spent the next several evenings researching chastity belts, and decided that I would like to give one a try. I decided to buy a Tollyboy model FGA/200. It has an all steel waistband and front shield, with a wire that goes from the bottom of the front shield to the back of the waistband, following the curve of the crack of the wearer's ass. It looked very secure. After reading about the importance of proper measurement, I decided to ask Sonja to help measure me for the chastity belt.
Chapter 2 - The Fitting
The next evening, she came over to measure me. When she came over, I was wearing blue jeans and a tube top. She laughed at me and said, "We'll never get an accurate measurement of you in that!" I decided to change into some spandex tights, but she said that the spandex would prevent her from getting an accurate measurement of the crack of my ass. Although I have seldom had a problem being naked in front of a man, I have always felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of other women, even my best friend. She assured me that this was the only way, and so I reluctantly agreed. I removed my blue jeans and noticed that, much to my embarrassment, my panties were visibly wet from my excitement. I hoped that she would not notice; I was afraid that she would get the wrong idea and think that I was excited because of her, not because of the thought of being locked in a chastity belt. My fears came true when she said, with an evil grin, "I can see, and smell, that this excites you very much."
I tried to explain to her that it wasn't how it seemed, but I don't think she believed me. I removed my panties, and tried not to think about it as I allowed another woman's hands to explore my most intimate areas. "Raise your hands over your head - it will make your waist smaller", she said. I did as she told me to. Using a paper template, she measured my waist and the distance from the front of my waist, down across my pussy, around the crack of my ass, and back up to the back of my waist. I complained that she was measuring too tightly, but she assured me that she was measuring the way the instructions said to. After she was finished, I put back on my clothes and thanked her for measuring me. I couldn't help but notice that her face was very flushed and her nipples were erect. She had experimented with lesbian relationships before she got married, but I hadn't suspected until now that she was attracted to me. After she left, I was so turned on by the thought of being locked in a belt that I couldn't pull m
The next day, I placed my order and prepared to spend the next couple of weeks waiting for the belt to arrive. Sexually, the next couple of weeks were a blur. There was man after man. I seemed to be on an even stronger pace than ever. The thought of being locked up and unable to orgasm made me more horny than I have ever been. I fucked like I was never going to be fucked again. After two weeks of this, the belt arrived.
Chapter 3 - The Arrival
The day the belt arrived, I was very, very excited. I immediately tore open the box and inspected the belt. It was very well made, and looked very secure. I thought to myself "I could never cut through that steel". I threw off my skirt, pantyhose, and panties and put the waistband on (without the lock). I was a little concerned about how tightly it fit. I couldn't take a full, deep breath with it on.
Next, I spread my legs slightly and pulled the front shield through, from the back. I took a sharp breath when the cold steel from the shield contacted with the warm flesh of my now soaking wet pussy. I attached the front shield and noticed how tightly it fit, and how far up the crack of my ass the rear wire went. I could feel the wire pressing against my anus. Most of all, I could feel the lips of my labia pressing through the small slit in the front of the shield. I put the optional front shield in place and then even the lips of my labia were covered. Next, I found the lock and keys (two of them), made sure that the keys actually worked, and then secured the lock on the belt. As I suspected, the "click" of the lock excited me on more than I had ever been. It took all my will to keep from removing it right then and there and finger fucking myself on the living room floor.
Instead, I walked around the room a little. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. I thought to myself, "this is going to take some getting used to, but I think I can do it." I reached down between my legs, and, strangely, was a little surprised to find that I couldn't feel my pussy at all. With the optional front shield in place, no part of my pussy was visible, or accessible. I slid my hand around to the side of the shield, and attempted to slide my index finger in, underneath the shield. I was able to push it under the shield, but not far, and I couldn't bend it to touch myself. I tried the same experiment with my little finger, with the same results. I could touch the outside of my labia, but not the inside. I couldn't touch my clit at all, and pushing a finger deeper into my pussy was clearly impossible. My hand continued to explore, and wound up behind me, attempting to access my sex from the back. At this angle, I could touch the very bottom of my pussy, but would have had to be double jointed to ge
Although it is not my favorite, I have in the past let men fuck me in the ass. I decided to attempt to insert my finger into my anus, to see if anal sex would still be possible. I could touch my anus with my finger, but couldn't insert it more than about three quarters of an inch. I don't know what I was thinking, but I got out my favorite vibrator and decided to try to play with it. I turned it on and pressed it against the metal front shield. I would feel the vibrations on my waist, and on my thighs, where the front shield touched, but I couldn't feel anything in my pussy. I tried to push it into me from behind, but this clearly was impossible. Next, I found my smallest vibrator and tried to push it into my asshole. It wouldn't fit around the bar. I tried to insert a pen, and it would only fit about 1 inch - not enough to do anything with. By now, I was so horny I could barely see straight. I took off the belt and quickly fucked myself to an orgasm. I put the belt back on and decided to go over to Sonja's t
When I got to Sonja's, she could see from the excitement on my face that I was wearing the belt. "Well?" she asked. Fortunately, Bill, her husband, was working late so I could tell her all about my evening. As I was telling her about wearing it and attempting to touch myself, I could sense she was getting aroused. She asked, "Well, who are you going to have keep your keys?" "What?" I asked, rather alarmed by her question. She explained, "Well dummy, if you have access to the keys, then a chastity belt doesn't work because you can remove it any time you want." I don't know why, or how, but I hadn't really thought of that. I said, "I don't know, maybe I can just keep the keys at home." She lifted her eyebrows, saying, with her facial expressions and without having to speak, "You know that will never work". I told her that I didn't know anyone who I could trust with the keys. I mean, any guy that had my keys could just turn me into his own personal sex slave.
She said "How would you feel about me keeping your keys for you?" I immediately objected. I told her it would just be too weird to have to ask her to remove the belt. She tried to convince me, but I would hear none of it. After I left her apartment, I still had what she said on my mind. I decided to stop at a bar, but just for a drink.
At the bar, I felt like I had this huge secret that I wanted everyone to know about. I was so horny just wondering if anyone noticed my belt. I met a man there and took him back to my place. When we got there, we began to kiss. I reached my hand down and rubbed his crotch. He reached down to rub mine, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was surprised by what he felt. I took off my pants and could tell by the bulge in his pants that he liked what he saw. I asked him "Do you want to fuck me?" He, of course, replied "Yes". I wanted to fuck him too. I was so horny that my hands were shaking as I was trying to unlock the lock. When I got the belt off, he fucked me till we both came. After he was finished he left and I felt empty again. I knew that I couldn't keep control of my own keys.
Chapter 4 - The Relinquishing of the Keys
The following day, I thought a lot about who I should give my keys to. Someone I work with? No way! I didn't even want them to know about the belt? My parents? Again, there was no way I could let them know I was wearing the belt. Sonja was the only logical choice; plus, she already knew about the belt and she already told me she was willing to do it. I had known her since we were sixteen and I trusted her with my life. I called her that evening and asked her to come over so we could talk about my belt. She came over and I told her that I was considering giving her my keys. Again, she said she was willing to hold my keys for me, but she said that there would have to be some conditions. I asked her what the conditions would be.
She said "First, we would have to set a time period for me to hold your keys, second, we would have to agree under what circumstances you would be released from your belt, and third, you would have to abide by my control of your keys." I asked how long she thought we should try this for. She suggested a month, but I was afraid of not having control of my sex for that long. I told her I only wanted to test this for a week. She accepted the time period of a week. Next, she suggested that she have complete discretion over when I was released from my belt, with the exception of medical emergencies. I told her that I didn't feel comfortable with that and I wanted to be released daily. She said that she would not agree to that and would only hold my key if she had complete discretion for the entire week. Reluctantly, I agreed.
Next, she said "Listen, if I am going to do this, I don't want to lose you as a friend because of this. You have to understand that anything I do during this week is because you are my friend and I care about you. You can't get mad at me if I don't release you from your belt during the week." I agreed with her terms, knowing that she would release me early if I really, really wanted her to. She asked if I was wearing the belt. I wasn't, so she told me to go put it on. I went in the other room and prepared to put the belt on. I pulled my pants off. I was excited, nervous, and extremely horny. My breath was short with anticipation. I could tell that my panties were becoming very wet. I considered getting out my vibrator for one last orgasm, but I knew Sonja was waiting and I didn't have time.
I removed my panties, relishing the way they felt against my bare skin. I knew that I wouldn't feel anything except cold steel against my skin for the next week. I secured the waistband, then pulled the front shield around in front of me. Before positioning the shield in place, I slid my finger over my soaked clit one last time and lied to myself when I said "you can do this; it's just for one week". As the cold steel of the shield touched my pussy, I gasped and bit my lip. I secured the shield, along with the additional front shied, then attached the lock and locked it. I could feel the shield pressing tightly against my pussy, pushing the lips of my labia through the slit in the shield, keeping my pussy securely positioned in the center of the shield. My hands were shaking and my knees were weak at the thought of losing control of my sex for a week. I put my panties back on (I have no idea why I even bothered) and then my jeans. I went into the other room, where Sonja was waiting.
She asked, "Well? Did you put it on?" "Yes", I replied. She asked me for the keys, and I gave her one of the keys. She said "Cindy, I know that this belt comes with two keys... Where's the other one?" I sighed, knowing that I was caught, and went into the other room and got the other key. As I was about to hand the key over to Sonja, I began to have second thoughts. Sonja held out her hand and assured me that I was making the right decision. I reluctantly handed over the second key - I now had truly lost control of my sex for an entire week - how was I going to make it? Sonja clutched the keys in her hand, and, with a smile, announced that I had made the right decision.
She told me that given my past record she wanted to inspect the fit of the belt. She told me to pull my pants down. I did as she told me to. First, she inspected the lock to insure that it was secure. Next, she pulled on the waistband and tried to slide it down, up, and to the side. She told me to put my hands over my head and keep them there. I did and she again tried to shift the waistband. Satisfied, she turned her attention to the shield. She pulled on the shield, insuring that it was secure. Next, she tried to slide her fingers in underneath the shield. She began up near the waistband, where she could fit two fingers in under the shield. She slid her fingers down, under the shield, until it was too tight for her fingers to continue down any more. They were still several inches away from my pussy. Satisfied, she told me to turn around and bend over. I did and she again pulled on the shield to make sure that it was secure at the bottom. She tried to slide a finger in under the shield from the back and seem
Chapter 5 - The Week Long Belting
About an hour after she left, I was more horny than I had ever been in my entire life. My clit ached to be touched and my pussy yearned to be filled. I decided to try again to defeat the belt. I removed my clothes and laid down on my bed. I spread my legs apart as wide as I could, and tried to fit any finger underneath the front shield. It was no use. Next, flipped over on my bed, got on my knees, spread my legs apart, and tried to reach my pussy from behind. I couldn't get my finger in far enough to do any good. I knew I could touch my anus, so I began to wonder if I could make myself orgasm by rubbing my anus. I got a little baby oil and put it on my asshole, then began to rub it with my finger. After 45 minutes of rubbing my asshole, my pussy was soaking wet with excitement, I was very stimulated, but I wasn't close to reaching an orgasm. I tried to rub my nipples with the baby oil, but again I was unable to reach orgasm. I was so horny I knew I absolutely had to cum. I got dressed and rushed over to Sonja
Much to my dismay, Bill answered the door. I was hoping that he had not made it home yet. I told him that I needed to talk to Sonja. He let me in and showed me into the living room, where Sonja was sitting on the couch. Bill said that he was really tired and was going to bed. I was relieved that I would be able to talk to Sonja in private. After he left, I spoke. "Sonja, I've made a terrible mistake; you have to give me the keys back." "Why?" she asked. "I can't make it a whole week. I just can't do it. I have to get this off of me tonight!" I said. She said "A deal is a deal. Cindy, this is what you agreed to; this is what you wanted. If I gave you back the keys, you and I both know that you would just regret it tomorrow." "Listen", I said, " I have to cum. Just let me out for twenty minutes; I'll go into the bathroom and take care of it." "Cindy, my husband is here and what you have just asked me for is inappropriate. I just can't let you out tonight" she said. "But... You have to. I just can't wait" I plea
That night, I didn't sleep for hours. I couldn't stop thinking about the cold steel barrier between my legs. I wanted that damn belt off more than anything in the world - no, I take that back, I wanted to cum more than anything. I kept reaching down between my legs, hoping that I would somehow be able to touch my sex; I couldn't. This was the first time since I was fourteen that I didn't have at least one orgasm before I went to sleep. The next morning, I got up and went to work. At work, I could barely do my job. I was so distracted that I couldn't think about anything except for the damn belt. My clit needed to be touched so bad that it was tingling. I decided that I would go over to Sonja's right after work, before Bill got home, and demand that she unlock me. The day lasted an eternity, but five o'clock finally arrived. I left work and rushed over to Sonja's.
Sonja answered the door. "Sonja", I said, "You have to unlock me. I have to get this belt off. I have to cum." She replied, "Cindy, don't you remember agreeing to abide by my decisions on the belt? Don't you?" "Well... Yes... But..." I mumbled. "Well...", she interrupted, "This is my decision. The belt stays locked." "LISTEN, YOU BITCH", I shouted, "LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMMED BELT RIGHT NOW!" I immediately regretted what I said. Sonja looked shocked. She could see that I was desperate. She sighed, and agreed to release me. She said "I will open the shield, but the waistband stays locked. You can have the shield off for thirty minutes, then I am locking it back on you. You can have some privacy in my bedroom. That's the most I am willing to do." Relieved, I accepted her terms. I knew that she would break if I could convince her how urgent my need was, and I was right. I unzipped my pants, exposing the lock to her. She excused herself, and went into the other room to get the key. She came back and unlocked t
Quickly, I stripped my pants off, then my panties. I couldn't wait to "take care of business". I only wished that I had thought to bring my vibrator; oh well, my fingers would have to do. Laying on the bed with the front shield hanging between my legs was awkward and a little uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to complain. I reached down between my legs and was delighted to feel my cunt. I slid two fingers from my left hand into my pussy, and used two fingers from my right hand to rub my soaking wet, swollen clit. I came almost immediately. I was convinced that Sonja could hear me in the other room but I didn't care. I came one more time, and was building up to what felt like was going to be a huge orgasm when Sonja barged into the room. There I was, naked, legs spread, with two fingers in my pussy and two more on my clit. I was so close to orgasm, but as soon as I heard her open the door I scrambled for the covers. I was so embarrassed that she had seen me that way.
"Thirty minutes is up", she said. "Ok, I just need a few more minutes", I replied, hoping that she would agree. "Cindy, a deal is a deal. Pull the front shield back up", she demanded. "I was just about to cum. I was so close. I have to finish", I pleaded. "You came twice; I could hear you all the way in living room. Pull the front shield up NOW!" she insisted. I knew it was no use, so I reluctantly reached down and pulled the shield up. She unlocked the lock, secured the front shield, and locked the lock back in place. After she was convinced that the lock was properly secured, she left the room and allowed me to get cleaned up and dressed. As I was leaving her apartment, I thanked her for releasing me and apologized for leaving a wet spot on her bed spread. She told me that this was the only time that she was going to cave in, but I knew that if I convinced her once, I could do it again - she's always been sort of a pushover. I went home and slept much better that night.
The next day, I knew I had to have another orgasm that night. I went to Sonja's that night, and again convinced her to unlock the belt. This became my routine that entire week. Each day I went to Sonja's, and each day she caved in and released me from my belt. At the end of the week, I was pleased with myself for not having had sex with a man the entire week. That was the first week since I was sixteen that I had not been laid at least once in a week. I felt a real since of satisfaction, even though I knew that the belt was the only reason why I hadn't tried to get laid. On the last day of our agreement, I rushed over to Sonja's to be released from my belt. I got there and announced that the week was up. With a disgusted look on her face, she went and got the keys. "What's wrong?", I asked. "You have made a complete mockery of this whole week. You learned nothing, and you accomplished nothing" she announced. "What do you mean, nothing? I haven't had sex for a whole week...", I reasoned. "Only because you were
That weekend, I fucked more men that I can count. I know I slept with at least eight men, probably more. At the end of the weekend, I again felt more empty and alone than I could bear. I knew that just one week in the belt hadn't helped me any at all. I knew I needed to wear the belt longer; I just didn't know if I would be able to convince Sonja to hold my keys again.
Chapter 6 - The Contract
Monday morning, I put my belt on under my clothes and went to work. After work, I went over to Sonja's. It was the first time I had spoken to her since she gave me back my keys. She answered the door and looked at me with a hint of displeasure. I could tell that she knew what I was going to ask her to do. She invited me in and we went into her living room. I told her that I wanted her to hold my keys again. She refused, saying that I had made a mockery of the entire week. I told her that I would do better and I pleaded with her to hold my keys for another week. She said that she would think about it and then she asked me to leave. I left, and headed for home. On the way home, I stopped by a bar and picked up a guy. We went back to my house and fucked like madmen. After he left, I cried. I hoped and prayed that Sonja would decide to hold my keys again.
The next day, I called Sonja from work and asked her if she had reconsidered. She said that she had, and would hold my keys, but only if I completely agreed to her conditions. She told me to come over that evening, wearing the belt, with both keys. Excited, I rushed home after work, put on the belt, got the keys, and hurried over to her apartment to hear her conditions. On my way over, I realized that I had been in such a hurry that I had forgotten to masturbate. I wondered when my next opportunity to cum would be. I considered going back to my place for a quick orgasm but I decided to continue over to Sonja's. When I got there, she asked if I was wearing the belt. I lifted my skirt and showed her that I was. She led me into the living room, where a piece of paper was laying on the coffee table. The title of the paper read "Chastity Belt Contract". I was uneasy, but I sat down. She pushed the paper towards me, and I picked it up and read it. It read as follows:
Chastity Belt Contract
I, Cindy, agree to give complete control of my genitalia to Sonja for an unspecified period of time to be determined solely by Sonja. I agree to wear a chastity belt to prevent all contact with my genitalia for as long as Sonja deems necessary. I accept that Sonja may, but is not required to, allow the removal of the chastity belt for any of the following reasons: medical emergencies, hygiene, masturbation, and sexual intercourse. Furthermore, to help discourage annoying behavior, I explicitly agree that Sonja can not release me for at least 24 hours after any time that I request or demand to be released. I accept these terms freely, and with full knowledge, and hereby forfeit any rights to challenge this document in the future.
Signed, _________
I, Sonja, agree to accept complete control of Cindy's genitalia for an unspecified period of time deemed necessary by myself. I agree to hold the keys to Cindy's chastity belt until I feel that Cindy's behavior has been adequately modified. I agree to allow Cindy to be released from her belt at least once weekly, for thirty minutes, under terms and conditions to be determined solely by myself. I agree to allow her to, if she wishes, have sex through stimulation of the clitoris in a manner to be determined solely by myself until an orgasm is achieved, at least once weekly. This sex will be without a partner or with a partner of my choice, at my sole discretion. To help discourage annoying behavior, I agree that, under no circumstances, shall Cindy be released from her belt for at least 24 hours after any time that she requests or demands to be released.
Signed, _________
"I'm not signing this", I exclaimed. "Well, that's the only way that I will agree to do this", she smugly replied. "You want me to give over control to you indefinitely? I can't do that; I won't do that", I replied. "Okay, suit yourself. But, if you read my part of the contract you will see that I will allow you to have sex at least once weekly, if you want to", she answered. I thought very hard about it. I knew that I brought this on myself with all my whining last week. I knew that her bark was worse than her bite and that if I really needed to, I could convince her to release me. Besides, most women I know don't even have sex once a week. If they can do it, so can I. "OK, OK, I'll do it", I sighed. She handed me a pen and I signed the document before I could second guess myself. She signed it too, and asked me for my keys. I held out my hand with the keys in my palm. She took the keys from my hand, looked at me with a slight grin and said, "This is going to change your life". At the time, I had no idea how
Chapter 7 - The First Strict Enforcement
I didn't sleep at all that night. The next day, after work, I went over to Sonja's house to convince her to release me, as usual. When I got there, I asked her to let me out. She said "Cindy, not only will I not do that, but according to our contract. I now can't let you out for at least 24 hours." I argued, "Look, I know what the contract said, but I really need to..." , she closed the door in my face. I couldn't believe it. I rang the doorbell and she just shouted through the door, "Cindy, go home, we're not going to go through this again". "GOD DAMMIT, YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW SONJA" I screamed, "GIVE ME MY FUCKING KEYS, YOU FUCKING WHORE CUNT!" She never did answer the door, but the apartment doorman came by in a couple of minutes to "escort" me out of the building. I couldn't believe what that bitch had done. I was pissed.
That night was a long night. I regretted what I had done and hoped that Sonja didn't take it personally. I decided to go back there the following day and try a nicer approach. My pussy ached to be touched - it had been over 48 hours since the last time I came. The following day, after work I went back to Sonja's. When she answered the door, I apologized to her for my behavior the following day. My apology wasn't sincere, but I really wanted to be released from the belt and I knew that I would have to be nice to convince her to do it. I would have told her anything to let me out of that belt. She let me in and we sat down on the couch.
"Well?" I asked. "Well, what?" she replied. "Never mind" I said in a rejected tone. "Oh, so that's what this is all about? You think that if you are nice to me I will release you? Dream on sister. I'm still a little pissed about being called a whore cunt. You had better learn fast to be a little more respectful of me - after all, I decide how long you wear that thing. It could be a week, or it could be years..." she said in an angry tone, with a wicked smile on her face. I was speechless; Sonja had never spoken to me that way. "Come back Saturday night for your weekly release and sex, if you want" she seethed. At that, she dismissed me. I cried that entire night. I didn't dare disturb her for the rest of the week. By Saturday night, I was so ready to cum that I couldn't think straight. My clit felt like it was swolen to the size of a d-cell battery and it tingled so bad it hurt. It had been five days since I had last had an orgasm and I needed to feel something inside of me. I made sure not to forget to pack
Chapter 8 - The Secret Revealed, and the Revenge
When I arrived at Sonja's, I was surprised by the way she was dressed. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black paten leather thigh high boots. The boots came up to about two inches below her skirt, and I could see from the skin exposed that she was not wearing panty hose. "Did I come at a bad time?", I asked. I didn't want to piss her off, so I decided to be on my best behavior. "No, no, come inside" she replied. She led me into the living room, and we sat on the couch. "Where's Bill?" I asked. "He's out of town on business this weekend, we're all alone" she replied. "Why are you dressed like that, are you going out tonight?" I asked, puzzled at her intentions. "Maybe", she replied. "Well, you told me to come back Saturday night for sex, and so here I am. I brought my favorite toy and I have been really looking forward to this" I said in an excited tone.
"Well... First we need to talk" she said in a mischievous voice, "I don't know if you know this, but Bill and I have been having some marital problems. He cheated on me last year, he had an affair, and I have been unable to forgive him for it. We haven't had sex since then and, honestly, I am only still with him for the financial support". "Oh my God Sonja, I'm so sorry to hear that", I gasped. "It's okay Cindy, it really isn't as much of a loss as you might think. Before we were married, the sex was okay, but after a couple of years of marriage, things began to change. I don't know if I have ever told you this, but the only way I can have an orgasm is with stimulation to my clit. I really don't even like vaginal intercourse - it hurts me - and I only let my husband fuck me for his pleasure. Well, before we were married he would at least eat me out before he fucked me. After a couple of years of marriage he wouldn't even do that. Do you remember my lesbian phase back when I was younger?"
"Yes, I remember, but I never understood why you did it. You never seemed to love your girlfriends, and the whole thought of being with another woman is disgusting" I replied. She answered "Well, I don't think I was ever really a lesbian. I really felt the same way you do, but a lot of men won't go down on a woman, and even the ones that did could never do as good of a job as any woman who ate me. The fact is, I prefer the feel of a woman's mouth. They know what feels good, so they know how to make me feel good. I didn't like returning the favor, but I knew that if I didn't they would never eat me again. It was disgusting, but I ate them so they would eat me."
"What has this got to do with me?" I nervously asked. She answered "Well, I'm getting to that. Remember when I said that Bill had an affair? Well, I know that he had it with you." All the blood drained out of my face. What she said was true, but I just couldn't believe that she knew. "No Sonja, that's just not true" I pleaded. "Oh, shut the fuck up, you little whore" she said calmly, "I followed him to your little meeting place. That was when I vowed to get you back. I didn't know then how I was going to do it, but now I do." My heart was beating like a rabbit, and I was truly scared. I was afraid of what she had in mind, but I didn't want to think about it. She continued, "I know you fucked him at least 20 times, and you are going to tongue fuck me at least 100 times for each time you fucked him. You are going to get so used to eating my little cunt that you will dream of it in your sleep." "Give me my keys, right now" I demanded in a firm voice.
"Shut the fuck up and listen you whore", she sneered back. "You can't make do this. I won't do it. The contract said nothing about having sex with you." I said. She replied "True, but if you ever want to feel that nasty pussy or yours again, you will do what the fuck I say, when the fuck I tell you to do it." I replied "Fuck you. Give me my keys now or I will go to the police." "You can do that if you want, but let me show you something first", she replied. She reached over and picked up the remote control for the television. She turned on the television and then pressed play on the VCR. The image that appeared on the TV shocked me. It was me, on her bed, with my fingers in my pussy masturbating like the end of the world was coming. "You taped me?" I asked. "It sure looks that way, and if you don't want this to go to everyone you know - your friends, your coworkers, your boss, and your parents - you won't go to the police, and you won't try to remove the belt. Understood?" she asked. I was caught. I couldn't
"Well Cindy" she replied, "I will honor the contract, but re-read the contract. It says that you will be released once a week, and it says that you can have sex at lease once a week, but it doesn't say that you will be released to have sex. If you want, you will be restrained and I will remove your belt for 30 minutes once each week." "Well, what about the orgasm? How am I supposed to have an orgasm with that damn belt on?" I demanded. Sonja smugly replied "It said that you could have sex through stimulation of the clitoris until an orgasm is achieved, if you wanted. It didn't say what kind of sex or who's clit was going to get stimulated. I, unlike the President, consider oral sex to be sex. If you want, you can have sex, in other words, pleasure me with your tongue, at least once a week. If you do a good job, I might occasionally let you pleasure yourself. Rest assured, however, that it will be a very long time before you will feel a hard cock inside that nasty fuck hole of yours."
I began to cry. "Sonja, you can't do this, you just can't" I begged. "Oh, I can, and I will" she replied. I could smell the strong scent of her sexual excitement from the other side of the couch. This was exciting her tremendously. "This is how the game works", she continued "You will be held in that belt at least until you repay me with 2000 orgasms; that's 100 for every one that you gave my husband. If you do a good job, and you are an obedient little slave, I might allow you buy an orgasm for yourself by selling me back ten of mine. For example, if you have tongue fucked me 20 times, you only owe me 1980 more orgasms. If you have done a good job and I choose to allow you to pleasure yourself, it will cost you ten of the orgasms you gave me and you will then owe me 1990 orgasms." At that, she lifted her skirt and spread her legs to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was freshly shaven, with a large mound of pubic hair above it. It was also very wet.
"Get on your knees" she demanded. "I'm not touching that" I replied. "Fine, then get the fuck out of my house, and don't come back until you have learned to respect my orders" she shouted. At that, she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me outside. She slammed the door behind her and I laid there, on the ground sobbing. I couldn't believe that this was happening. This time, I left before the doorman could get there. I went home and cried. I tried like hell to get that damn belt off. I tried to pick the lock with a paper clip, like in the movies, but it was useless. I had to feel my pussy, but I couldn't. I hated Sonja for what she was doing. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I decided to call Sonja. Maybe this was all just a joke. Maybe she just wanted to teach me a lesson. Maybe she would release me today. I called her, but when she heard my voice, she asked only one question: "Are you ready to obey my orders?" I said "Sonja, can't we talk about this? Will you please let me out of this belt?" Sonja replied by simply repeating "Are you ready to obey my orders?" I pleaded "Sonja, please. I can't do that, I just can't. I'm not gay and I don't think I could bring myself to do what you have asked me to do." The phone went dead - that bitch had just hung up on me. I seriously considered calling her back and telling her that I would do it, but I just couldn't. I am not gay and I couldn't bring myself to touch another woman in an intimate way.
Chapter 8 - The First Submission
By the next Saturday my pussy hadn't been touched in twelve days. I knew that if I ever wanted to get feel it again I was going to have to do something. I decided that I would give in to Sonja's demands. I would rub Sonja's clit with my hand until she came. That would probably be enough for her and maybe she would let me out of this damn belt. I called her and again asked "Are you ready to obey my orders?" "Yes", I whispered. "What did you say? Speak louder" she demanded. "YES!" I said, "I'll obey your orders." I couldn't believe that I had said it. I didn't know how I was going to go through with this. "I want you to pleasure me with your tongue. Say you will pleasure me with your tongue." she demanded. "I will pleasure you" I said in a timid voice. "How will you pleasure me?" she asked. "With my hands" I replied. "No, you slut, you'll do it with your tongue. Do you understand me?" she snapped.
I was hoping that using my hands would be enough, but it looked like Sonja had other plans for me. "Okay", I whispered. "Okay what?" she demanded, "I want to hear you say what you are going to do and how you are going to do it." Defeated, I replied "I... I will pleasure you... I will pleasure you with my tongue. Are you happy now?" "Look you little whore, you had better lose that attitude quick. Leave your door unlocked, I'll be over in thirty minutes. I want you to be on the floor, kneeling, waiting for me, wearing only your chastity belt when I arrive. If you don't obey all of these conditions I'll walk back out the door and we won't talk again for a month." she demanded. With that she hung up the phone before I could reply. I drank a glass of wine, removed my clothes, and knelt down on the floor, and waited for her to arrive.
As I knelt there waiting, all I could think about was how I could get out of this situation. Thirty minutes passed and still Sonja had not arrived. Forty, then fifty minutes passed. I was afraid she wasn't going to show up but I didn't dare move. After a full hour had passed, the door opened and Sonja came walking in. She was wearing a black overcoat. Before I could say a word she spoke, "The only thing that you are to use your tongue for this evening is to give me pleasure. You are not to speak unless I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand." "But Sonja..." I began. She cut me off and said "You stupid whore, you don't get it. I said you are not to speak. I'll give you another month to think about it." She turned around and began to leave. "No! Wait! I'll be good, I promise I won't say another word! Please don't go!" I pleaded.
She walked to the door, locked it, and turned back around. Without saying a word, she walked straight up to me, took my hair in her hands and led me into the bedroom on my knees, by my hair, forcing my nose close to her ass. When we were in the bedroom she threw her overcoat onto the floor. She was wearing the same outfit as last Saturday night - a black leather mini skirt, black leather vest, and black patent leather thigh high boots. I could smell the strong scent of her pussy and could tell that she was very, very aroused. I could not say the same for myself. I was so nervous that I was sick to my stomach. How was I going to do this? I couldn't bring myself to lick her, but I knew that is what she expected me to do. For the first time since I put on the belt, I wasn't horny. I wanted to be anywhere except in that bedroom.
Sonja wasted no time. She sat down on the edge of my bed, facing me. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her pussy to me. As I expected, she was again wearing no panties. "Crawl over here on your hands and knees and get to work on my pussy" she demanded. I mouthed, "Please...", not really saying it, just moving my mouth to form the word. "Do it, you little whore!" she barked. I did as I was told and slowly began to craw towards her. With each foot I moved forward, I frantically tried to think of some way out of this. Maybe I could still just use my hands. Maybe she wouldn't notice. The closer I got to her, the stronger the smell was from her cunt. When I got to her, I paused, and then began to kiss her thigh high boot. I looked up at her and she seemed to be enjoying the moment, but I knew that she would quickly grow impatient with me kissing her boot. I moved up, and began to kiss her thigh. Maybe if I kissed her thighs I could get away with just giving her a hand job. I reached my right hand
She gasped when I touched her pussy with my hand. I looked up and she had tilted her head back. I could tell that she was really enjoying this. I slid two fingers into her pussy and began to rub her clit with my thumb. She began to moan and I began to think that I might be able to get away with using my hands and not my mouth. After about a minute, she lifted her leg, placed it on my shoulder, and pushed me away from her. "Stand up and turn around" she commanded. I did as I was told. I heard as I felt something metal clasp around my right wrist. Before I could react, she had pulled both wrists behind my back and I felt the same clasp around my left wrist. I immediately knew that she had just locked me in handcuffs. "You were cheating" she said smugly. "You know that you are to service me with your tongue, and you were trying to get away with not doing it. This is what happens to bad little slave - they get handcuffed. Get back down on your knees and put your tongue where your thumb was. NOW!" she demanded. Sl
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tried to kiss her clit, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. "Please do't make mmmmphhhh!" I sobbed as she grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my mouth onto her waiting cunt. I closed my lips tightly but I could feel the wetness of her cunt against my lips and face. My nose was buried deeply into her thick mound of pubic hair. "LICK!" she commanded. My first impulse was to bite her hard, but I thought about my situation and decided that it would be a mistake. I was terrified. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt like I was going to throw up. "LICK!" she again ordered, this time pulling my hair so hard that I wanted to scream out in pain. I had no choice but to do as I was told. I opened my mouth, put my lips around her clit and began to lick her with my tongue.
Ugh, I hated the taste of her cunt. She began to moan loudly. "FASTER!" she commanded. I rubbed my tongue up and down her clit as quickly as I could. Her grip on my hair eased up slightly but I continued to lick furiously because I was afraid of what she would do if I stopped. I tried to think of something else - warm beaches, shopping, anything - but all I could think about was the fact that I was being forced to lick another woman's pussy. I wished more than anything that I hadn't had the affair with Bill. All the times he fucked me were not worth even one second of being forced to eat Sonja's pussy, and I feared that this was only the first of many, many times. After twenty minutes of sheer hell, I could tell that Sonja was getting close to having an orgasm.
"Thank God" I thought to myself, "This will all be over soon". As I continued to lick, she began to moan louder, and then to scream. She forced my mouth onto her crotch even harder and began to grind her pussy up and down my mouth as she screamed "Oh God! I'm going to cum! Make me cum you little whore!" Her legs began to quiver violently and I could tell that she was beginning to orgasm. Then, I felt something warm and wet squirt out all over my chin and neck. Her entire body went into convulsions and she screamed "Oh God yes! Oh God yes! Oh God yes!" Next, she pulled my mouth away from her pussy but forced my face onto her pussy and rubbed her pussy all over it, covering my face with her wetness.
Next, she forced my nose deep into her slit and held me there while she recovered from her orgasm. As I knelt there with my nose inside her pussy, waiting obediently for her to allow me to pull my head away, I felt more humiliated than I ever had in my entire life. After a minute, she looked down at me and said "That was barely acceptable, but I will let it slide because it was your first time. You had better learn quick how to do a better job or you will never feel your nasty little pussy again. Look at the mess you've made. You let my cum get all over my legs and ass. Lick me clean." The warmth that I had felt squirt against my chin when she came was actually ejaculation. I had heard that some women did actually ejaculate when they came, but I didn't think it was true. The fluid was thicker and had a much stronger taste and smell than her regular juices - and there was a lot of it, at least as much as any man !
Thursday
Tuesday
Epilogue
"I won't be long on the phone," Jennifer said as she dialed.
It took several rings before the phone was picked up. "Hello?"
"Mother! How good to talk with you!" she said, enthusiastically
with an evil grin on her face.
"Jennifer... I don't know if I really want to talk right now,"
she said.
"Oh, but I'm being a good daughter. I have to call my beloved
mother to tell her how much I love her!"
"I... had a rough night," she said.
"I heard that you went home with Ben after the reception. Is
that true?"
"Well... he invited me over for a drink afterwards," she said.
Turn down a drink? Never! thought Jennifer.
"You know, Richard just talked to Ben. Ben really wants to have
you over again,"
she said. "Now, be honest with me, is Ben going to be my stepdaddy?"
"I don't think so," replied her mother curtly.
"Did you at least have a good time?" Jennifer asked.
There was dead silence from the other end of the line. "Ben
sure seemed to think that you did. Is that the first time you did it
with a woman?"
There was another long pause, and the sound of ragged breathing.
"All he did was watch!" she exclaimed. "That's all he did!"
"So, maybe I should buy you another dildo for your birthday,"
she said. "You seemed to really enjoy it."
"Shut up!" her mother exclaimed. "I don't want to talk about
it!"
"Did you really offer to suck his cock?" she asked.
"Jennifer! You horrible daughter!"
"I really don't have to ask you," she said. "Ben taped the
whole thing. We're going to go over there and watch it next week..."
Her mother's voice was replaced by a dial tone. "Hmmm... I
guess she doesn't want to talk to me anymore."
Jennifer stood up and smoothed out her dress. It was made of
black vinyl, and covered her from neck to the floor. It was a very
tight sheath dress, with no slit, and her steps were restricted to
less than a foot. Six inch black heels were locked onto her feet.
Jennifer was becoming used to maneuvering around in dresses like
this. Underneath it, there was a corset, and the chastity belt that
she had worn under her wedding dress.
There was a buzzing from the belt. "Hey, just watch it!" she
said, picking up her own remote control.
Richard was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, with a
white silk shirt. Underneath, he wore a butt plug and penis sheath,
with vibrators attached to each. As Jennifer pushed the button on
her remote control, she heard his vibrators come to life.
"En guard, Jennifer!" he said, holding his remote control with
antenna like a rapier.
"I'm ready... I think," came Laura's voice.
Laura walked in, balancing in black six inch heels. She was
wearing the rubber maid's outfit that Jennifer had worn so many
times. Long sleeves, high neck, very flared skirt. Her figure was
accented by the tight corset she wore underneath. Laura turned
around, and as her skirt rose up, Jennifer saw the chastity belt that
she had worn to the wedding.
Jennifer knew that Richard had tinkered with the settings. Now,
it only waited half as long before resuming its vibrations. Laura
had to work twice as hard to keep it from distracting her endlessly.
From the flush on her face, Jennifer guessed that she might not be
able to make it the whole night.
There was the sound of the doorbell. "That must be Collin!"
Jennifer said, walking over to her sister and fussing with her hair.
"Now, you have to look your best for this job," she said.
"And answering the door is a part of your duties," said Richard.
"Looking like this?" she said.
"I've done it," said Jennifer.
As Laura walked out of the room, Jennifer spoke up. "Do you
think that Collin will like her?" she asked.
"He'll positively drool over her," Richard replied. "*I'd*
drool over her, if I wasn't married to you," he said. "It must run
in your family. I just wonder how much longer we'll have a maid
after Collin sees her."
"I'd have to say three weeks, at the most," replied Jennifer.
"But... there *are* advantages to privacy," said Jennifer, as she
pushed the button on her remote control.
It took several rings before the phone was picked up. "Hello?"
"Mother! How good to talk with you!" she said, enthusiastically
with an evil grin on her face.
"Jennifer... I don't know if I really want to talk right now,"
she said.
"Oh, but I'm being a good daughter. I have to call my beloved
mother to tell her how much I love her!"
"I... had a rough night," she said.
"I heard that you went home with Ben after the reception. Is
that true?"
"Well... he invited me over for a drink afterwards," she said.
Turn down a drink? Never! thought Jennifer.
"You know, Richard just talked to Ben. Ben really wants to have
you over again,"
she said. "Now, be honest with me, is Ben going to be my stepdaddy?"
"I don't think so," replied her mother curtly.
"Did you at least have a good time?" Jennifer asked.
There was dead silence from the other end of the line. "Ben
sure seemed to think that you did. Is that the first time you did it
with a woman?"
There was another long pause, and the sound of ragged breathing.
"All he did was watch!" she exclaimed. "That's all he did!"
"So, maybe I should buy you another dildo for your birthday,"
she said. "You seemed to really enjoy it."
"Shut up!" her mother exclaimed. "I don't want to talk about
it!"
"Did you really offer to suck his cock?" she asked.
"Jennifer! You horrible daughter!"
"I really don't have to ask you," she said. "Ben taped the
whole thing. We're going to go over there and watch it next week..."
Her mother's voice was replaced by a dial tone. "Hmmm... I
guess she doesn't want to talk to me anymore."
Jennifer stood up and smoothed out her dress. It was made of
black vinyl, and covered her from neck to the floor. It was a very
tight sheath dress, with no slit, and her steps were restricted to
less than a foot. Six inch black heels were locked onto her feet.
Jennifer was becoming used to maneuvering around in dresses like
this. Underneath it, there was a corset, and the chastity belt that
she had worn under her wedding dress.
There was a buzzing from the belt. "Hey, just watch it!" she
said, picking up her own remote control.
Richard was wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, with a
white silk shirt. Underneath, he wore a butt plug and penis sheath,
with vibrators attached to each. As Jennifer pushed the button on
her remote control, she heard his vibrators come to life.
"En guard, Jennifer!" he said, holding his remote control with
antenna like a rapier.
"I'm ready... I think," came Laura's voice.
Laura walked in, balancing in black six inch heels. She was
wearing the rubber maid's outfit that Jennifer had worn so many
times. Long sleeves, high neck, very flared skirt. Her figure was
accented by the tight corset she wore underneath. Laura turned
around, and as her skirt rose up, Jennifer saw the chastity belt that
she had worn to the wedding.
Jennifer knew that Richard had tinkered with the settings. Now,
it only waited half as long before resuming its vibrations. Laura
had to work twice as hard to keep it from distracting her endlessly.
From the flush on her face, Jennifer guessed that she might not be
able to make it the whole night.
There was the sound of the doorbell. "That must be Collin!"
Jennifer said, walking over to her sister and fussing with her hair.
"Now, you have to look your best for this job," she said.
"And answering the door is a part of your duties," said Richard.
"Looking like this?" she said.
"I've done it," said Jennifer.
As Laura walked out of the room, Jennifer spoke up. "Do you
think that Collin will like her?" she asked.
"He'll positively drool over her," Richard replied. "*I'd*
drool over her, if I wasn't married to you," he said. "It must run
in your family. I just wonder how much longer we'll have a maid
after Collin sees her."
"I'd have to say three weeks, at the most," replied Jennifer.
"But... there *are* advantages to privacy," said Jennifer, as she
pushed the button on her remote control.
Chapter 52.
The recessional was a blur for her. Even as the vibrations
stopped within her, she somehow did not feel in touch with reality.
The walk out was just as slow as her trek down the aisle.
However, it was much easier with Richard to lean on.
"How... why...?" she asked him as she stumbled slightly.
"Would you expect any less from me?" he said with a smile.
Richard had arranged for a reception of sorts in the house.
There was a buffet table set up, and music was playing in the
background.
She felt something happening behind her. Becky, the rubber
french maid, was industriously folding up her train and bustling it
for her.
All of the guests were about. She saw her mother flirting
shamelessly with Ben, who egged her on. "These are my nieces," he
said, to indroduce his two live-in lovers.
Jennifer smiled at this. Be careful what you ask for, mother,
she thought. You might just get it.
Richard was flitting about, making small talk with the guests.
Jennifer, in her very restrictive and cumbersome dress, was not about
to try that. Instead, she walked very slowly and let the guests come
to her.
Laura walked over to her. "That was a hell of a kiss you gave
him," she said. "I don't think I've *ever* seen a kiss that intense
before."
"I doubt you ever will again," Jennifer replied.
There was again a buzzing sound from Laura. A few seconds
later, it disappeared. "Vicki is really having a rough time of it,"
she said, gesturing.
Jennifer turned her head to look. Vicki had taken a seat in the
corner of the room. She was writhing and twisting in the dress.
Finally, she stopped writhing and let out a tiny sigh in her corset.
"It's on more than it's off with her," Laura said.
"What about the others?" Jennifer asked.
"Ben's two nieces are doing all right," she said. Oh, she
doesn't know, thought Jennifer. "The other two women are not doing
so well, either. I don't know who they are with, or what their names
are."
She spotted Mary as she walked into the room. She headed
straight for Richard. They exchanged brief words, then she saw Mary
hand Richard a small box with a short antenna on it.
He touched a button briefly, and her vibrators momentarily came
to life. "Richard, you sly devil you!" she said.
"What?" replied Laura.
"Nothing," said Jennifer. "Nothing at all."
There was no dancing scheduled for the event. It was not like
Jennifer or any of the female guests could have danced anyway. She
noticed that all of the male guests, Richard included, were walking a
bit more cautiously and awkwardly than ususal, and sat down very
gingerly in the chairs.
More people showed up as the afternoon turned into evening.
Most were people associated with Fantasy Supreme, and came garbed in
kinky and bondage attire.
There was a sudden quieting of the general din as a leather
garbed woman made her entrance. She wore a tight leather corset over
a black leather body suit and heels. In each hand, she held a leash.
After she walked inside, she saw that he leashes were connected to
the collars of two men that wore little except thin leather harnesses
and minimal leather shorts.
"Susana," Jennifer said, under her breath, as she recognized the
woman.
Richard immediately walked over to Jennifer and took her arm.
"That's my ex-wife," he said. "I didn't know that she would be here.
I did not invite her."
"It'll be all right," said Jennifer.
Susana made directly for Richard. "So! It's been a long time!"
she said.
"It has," replied Richard. "Please meet my wife Jennifer.
Jennifer, this is my ex-wife Susana."
The woman nodded to her. "Found your soul-mate at last?" she
asked.
"I could ask for no more," replied Richard. "And yourself?"
"I don't think I could ever settle on just one," she said.
"Here are my two favorites, Edward and Gerard."
"You don't look happy to see me," Susana said after a pause.
"I... was not expecting you," replied Richard.
"I still have contacts at FS, you know. It's not hard to find
out about such things, really."
"I see. Why did you show up, then?" he asked cautionsly.
Susana smiled at him. "I don't have any ill will towards you
any more, dear Richard. You have a very lovely wife, and I wish the
best for both of you."
"I just showed up to say that it's truly over between us. You
can get on with your life with you new wife and not concern yourself
with me. I live a life that I love, and I am surrounded by people
that adore me.
"Be happy, for a change, Richard. I heard how you moped around
after I was gone. Just be happy."
Susana turned to Jennifer. "You are beautiful in that dress,
Jennifer. You've caught a wonderful man. It just wasn't meant for
me."
With that, she turned and looked around the crowd. "Henry!" she
said, and with her two men in tow, she headed away from them.
Jennifer leaned over to Richard. "So... you have the remote
control now?" she asked.
"How did you know about that?" he asked.
"I saw Mary giving it to you," she said.
Richard reached into the pocked of his jacket. A moment later,
the vibrators within her came to life. "You twisted man!" she said,
holding on to him and twisting.
"That's for later," he said as the vibrations ceased.
Her mother stopped by to talk to her on the way out the door.
"I'm so happy for you," she said. "But I have to go now,"
"I'm sure I'll see you later," said Ben, giving her a leer.
"I'll stop by just to get a look at you."
Her mother and Ben walked out together, followed by the two
younger women. There was a brief moment of buzzing from the two
women, but within seconds, the buzzing had stopped and they were
continuing after the couple as fast as they could go in their heels
and silver vinyl hobble dresses.
The other guests parted soon afterwards. Vicki and her husband
Henry had been the first to leave, and Jennifer had heard a loud moan
just moments after she had disappeared out the door.
Richard and Jennifer were left alone, with the mess all around
them. "Well, I'm pooped," said Jennifer. "I'm ready for bed. Are
you?" she said with a wink.
"Not quite," said Richard, as he pulled out the remote control.
"We have some batteries to run out, first. Then we can retire to the
bedroom. The evening is still young."
"Run... out?" she said, with eyes wide.
"You might want to sit down for this," he said with a broad
smile.
Jennifer was in the middle of the room, with all of the chairs
and couches at the periphery. She tried to hurry as best she could
towards a couch, but all that her extra efforts seemed to accomplish
was to move the vibrators around within her even more.
Gasping for air against her corset, she was seized by a wave of
pleasure just feet away from the couch. She fell forward, onto the
couch, as the vibrations continued relentlessly.
stopped within her, she somehow did not feel in touch with reality.
The walk out was just as slow as her trek down the aisle.
However, it was much easier with Richard to lean on.
"How... why...?" she asked him as she stumbled slightly.
"Would you expect any less from me?" he said with a smile.
Richard had arranged for a reception of sorts in the house.
There was a buffet table set up, and music was playing in the
background.
She felt something happening behind her. Becky, the rubber
french maid, was industriously folding up her train and bustling it
for her.
All of the guests were about. She saw her mother flirting
shamelessly with Ben, who egged her on. "These are my nieces," he
said, to indroduce his two live-in lovers.
Jennifer smiled at this. Be careful what you ask for, mother,
she thought. You might just get it.
Richard was flitting about, making small talk with the guests.
Jennifer, in her very restrictive and cumbersome dress, was not about
to try that. Instead, she walked very slowly and let the guests come
to her.
Laura walked over to her. "That was a hell of a kiss you gave
him," she said. "I don't think I've *ever* seen a kiss that intense
before."
"I doubt you ever will again," Jennifer replied.
There was again a buzzing sound from Laura. A few seconds
later, it disappeared. "Vicki is really having a rough time of it,"
she said, gesturing.
Jennifer turned her head to look. Vicki had taken a seat in the
corner of the room. She was writhing and twisting in the dress.
Finally, she stopped writhing and let out a tiny sigh in her corset.
"It's on more than it's off with her," Laura said.
"What about the others?" Jennifer asked.
"Ben's two nieces are doing all right," she said. Oh, she
doesn't know, thought Jennifer. "The other two women are not doing
so well, either. I don't know who they are with, or what their names
are."
She spotted Mary as she walked into the room. She headed
straight for Richard. They exchanged brief words, then she saw Mary
hand Richard a small box with a short antenna on it.
He touched a button briefly, and her vibrators momentarily came
to life. "Richard, you sly devil you!" she said.
"What?" replied Laura.
"Nothing," said Jennifer. "Nothing at all."
There was no dancing scheduled for the event. It was not like
Jennifer or any of the female guests could have danced anyway. She
noticed that all of the male guests, Richard included, were walking a
bit more cautiously and awkwardly than ususal, and sat down very
gingerly in the chairs.
More people showed up as the afternoon turned into evening.
Most were people associated with Fantasy Supreme, and came garbed in
kinky and bondage attire.
There was a sudden quieting of the general din as a leather
garbed woman made her entrance. She wore a tight leather corset over
a black leather body suit and heels. In each hand, she held a leash.
After she walked inside, she saw that he leashes were connected to
the collars of two men that wore little except thin leather harnesses
and minimal leather shorts.
"Susana," Jennifer said, under her breath, as she recognized the
woman.
Richard immediately walked over to Jennifer and took her arm.
"That's my ex-wife," he said. "I didn't know that she would be here.
I did not invite her."
"It'll be all right," said Jennifer.
Susana made directly for Richard. "So! It's been a long time!"
she said.
"It has," replied Richard. "Please meet my wife Jennifer.
Jennifer, this is my ex-wife Susana."
The woman nodded to her. "Found your soul-mate at last?" she
asked.
"I could ask for no more," replied Richard. "And yourself?"
"I don't think I could ever settle on just one," she said.
"Here are my two favorites, Edward and Gerard."
"You don't look happy to see me," Susana said after a pause.
"I... was not expecting you," replied Richard.
"I still have contacts at FS, you know. It's not hard to find
out about such things, really."
"I see. Why did you show up, then?" he asked cautionsly.
Susana smiled at him. "I don't have any ill will towards you
any more, dear Richard. You have a very lovely wife, and I wish the
best for both of you."
"I just showed up to say that it's truly over between us. You
can get on with your life with you new wife and not concern yourself
with me. I live a life that I love, and I am surrounded by people
that adore me.
"Be happy, for a change, Richard. I heard how you moped around
after I was gone. Just be happy."
Susana turned to Jennifer. "You are beautiful in that dress,
Jennifer. You've caught a wonderful man. It just wasn't meant for
me."
With that, she turned and looked around the crowd. "Henry!" she
said, and with her two men in tow, she headed away from them.
Jennifer leaned over to Richard. "So... you have the remote
control now?" she asked.
"How did you know about that?" he asked.
"I saw Mary giving it to you," she said.
Richard reached into the pocked of his jacket. A moment later,
the vibrators within her came to life. "You twisted man!" she said,
holding on to him and twisting.
"That's for later," he said as the vibrations ceased.
Her mother stopped by to talk to her on the way out the door.
"I'm so happy for you," she said. "But I have to go now,"
"I'm sure I'll see you later," said Ben, giving her a leer.
"I'll stop by just to get a look at you."
Her mother and Ben walked out together, followed by the two
younger women. There was a brief moment of buzzing from the two
women, but within seconds, the buzzing had stopped and they were
continuing after the couple as fast as they could go in their heels
and silver vinyl hobble dresses.
The other guests parted soon afterwards. Vicki and her husband
Henry had been the first to leave, and Jennifer had heard a loud moan
just moments after she had disappeared out the door.
Richard and Jennifer were left alone, with the mess all around
them. "Well, I'm pooped," said Jennifer. "I'm ready for bed. Are
you?" she said with a wink.
"Not quite," said Richard, as he pulled out the remote control.
"We have some batteries to run out, first. Then we can retire to the
bedroom. The evening is still young."
"Run... out?" she said, with eyes wide.
"You might want to sit down for this," he said with a broad
smile.
Jennifer was in the middle of the room, with all of the chairs
and couches at the periphery. She tried to hurry as best she could
towards a couch, but all that her extra efforts seemed to accomplish
was to move the vibrators around within her even more.
Gasping for air against her corset, she was seized by a wave of
pleasure just feet away from the couch. She fell forward, onto the
couch, as the vibrations continued relentlessly.
Chapter 51.
"Oh my god, Jennifer! You look fabulous!"
She saw her sister Laura walk into the room, taking small steps
in her blue vinyl hobble dress. She had a matching heart-shaped
cutout in her dress, covered with thin blue fabric, and her figure
was definitely accentuated by a corset. She seemed to be walking
confidently in her matching blue heels.
Laura walked up to the edge of Jennifer's skirt. She heard a
faint buzzing noise, then saw a look of intense concentration come
across Laura's face.
"Belt is in, I see," she said.
Laura nodded. "I practiced," she said.
Jennifer rememberd that the belt used two C batteries that
lasted an hour or two. "How many batteries did you go through?" she
asked.
"A dozen or so, I think," Laura replied.
Jennifer smiled and giggled a bit. "Hey! I had to make sure I
had enough practice," Laura declared.
"You won't hear me objecting any," she said. "Vicki told me
that belts like that are mandatory for all the female guests, except
mother," she said.
"Is mother here yet?" Laura asked suddenly.
"If she is, I haven't seen her yet," replied Jennifer.
Laura shook her head and took a shallow breath. "Does that mean
that you..."
Jennifer nodded. "I've got one too. And the guys have
something like it in too."
Laura rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, I just don't believe I'm
doing this," she said.
Jennifer heard more shoes on the floor. "I'm ready," said
Vicki.
Vicki's outfit was very similar to Jennifer's, but was made out
of tight blue rubber. "Oohhh," she said suddenly, leaning against a
wall, with the faintest of buzzing sounds being audible. There was
an intense look of concentration, and a waggling of the hips. "Maybe
I'm not ready."
"Should have practiced more," Laura said sagely.
"That's easy for you to say," Vicki shot back. "I doubh that
you have a husband that would take the belt off you at the slightest
hint of sexual excitement, and insist upon doing it himself!"
"Ah, no. I don't have one of those," Laura said quietly.
Vicki's buzzing stopped, only to be replaced by a buzzing from
Laura. She hardly flinched at all, only stood still for a few
seconds with the slightest of pelvic twitching visible, then the
buzzing stopped.
There was again the clicking of heels upon the floor. The four
women looked up, and saw a woman dressed up as a french maid
approaching.
"Becky!" exclaimed Vicki. "You're finally here!"
The woman was dressed in a very tight black rubber french maid's
ouftit. She had matching black heels, and fishnet stockings
underneath. This outfit had only short sleeves, and extended down
far enough to expose most of the top halves of her breasts. The
waist was very narrow and rigid, indicative of a corset underneath.
As she walked towards them, they heard a distinctive vibrating noise,
but this time from the newcomer.
Becky too had to stop to deal with the interruption. However,
she did not seem to have Vicki's trouble with it. "You were able to
practice when doing your chores," Vicki said.
"It certainly spiced things up," she replied. "Although Arnold
was a bit frustrated by it at times."
There was the sound of music from outside. "All of the rest of
the guests are here, loitering about in the back yard," said Becky.
"Let's get this on the road!"
Jennifer maneuvered through the house slowly, taking baby steps
in the hobble slip and ultra-high heels. Her belt had not buzzed
once. Is it defective or something? she wondered.
She was left their to wait as Vicki walked out the doors and was
met by her husband, Henry. He was wearing a black rubber tuxedo, and
seemed to be walking a bit awkwardly.
Jennifer could not see any of the guests. However, she could
see what the carpenters had done. They had constructed a solid
wooden path from the double back doors, all the way out through the
yard. Evidently, Richard had remembered that it would be impossible
to walk in these heels on a dirt surface.
The music continued, and she watched Vicki and her husband
slowly walk down the path. "Here's your boquet," said Mary.
"When are you going?" Jennifer asked.
"I'm just coordinating," she said. "Laura, you're next."
Laura took dainty steps forward in her blue vinyl hobble dress.
She had to stop suddenly as the vibrations started within her again.
"I almost hate to do that, sometimes," she said.
The man who met her at the door was Collin. He was wearing a
black and white tuxedo made of shiny vinyl. He was also walking a
bit awkwardly.
Collin offered his arm to Laura, and she took it. The two of
them walked through the doors, and down the aisle.
"Almost," said Mary. "It's almost time. Richard will be
waiting for you at the altar.
Jennifer nodded, and walked forward, taking one tiny step at a
time. She looked back, and saw that Becky was carefully arranging
her dress behind her. "I'm here to carry the train," she said.
There was a sudden change in the music, and it grew louder.
"That's four you," Mary said.
Jennifer slowly started to work her way forward, carrying her
boquet in both hands. The hobble slip that she wore slowed her down
to less than a crawl. She found herself amazed that she could
balance at all in the hobble slip and heels, especially with all of
the bulky dress that she carried.
Jennifer had to turn a corner in the path. Then, she had a
clear view of the wedding proceedings. There was a raised platform
at the end of the path, and she recognized Arnold, dressed very
convincingly as a french maid, standing there, with book in hand.
Richard was there, at the end of the path, dressed in an
apparently normal tuxedo. Her sister Laura and Vicki stood on one
side, while Collin and Henry stood on the other.
Off of the path, sitting down, she recognized the other guests.
Adam was there with the fiancee that she had never met. John was
there with his wife, who Jennifer also had never met. The two men
were dressed in leather tuxedoes, while their signifigant others wore
very tight leather hobble dresses.
Ben was there, as well. There were three women seated near him.
Two of them, wearing very tight silver vinyl hobble dresses, must
have been his two live-in girlfriends. And seated next to him...
Her mother sat next to Ben. She was wearing a red rubber hobble
dress that stopped at the knees, instead of extending to the floor.
Her heels were shorter than the rest of the women there, but still at
least five inches tall.
Jennifer stared at her, and almost lost her balance. The look
on her mother's face... could almost be classified as *envious*.
This brought a smile to her face like nothing else could. She
gave the attendees her best smile, then took a moment to look behind
her. There, Becky was holding the end of her bridal train up with
both hands, holding it at the level of her corsetted waist.
At that moment, the two phalluses within her started to vibrate
gently.
The startlement almost made her fall. Jennifer managed to
recover, and slowly work her way down the aisle.
Kegel exercises, she reminded herself. Between steps, she tried
her best to clench her muscles around the vibrating phallus in her
crotch while staring straight foward.
Five times. Nothing
Ten times. Nothing.
Fifteen times. Nothing.
Twenty times. It started to buzz slightly faster now.
Something must be wrong with this, she thought as she grew
nearer to the assembled guests.
Maybe it's not *designed* to turn off that way, a subversive
corner of her mind put in.
Her breathing grew more rapid against the tight corset. She
clenched the boquet in her hands with a death grip, as he
concentrated with every step that she took.
Richard! she wanted to say. You are a *sick* man!
Jennifer was more than halfway down the aisle. It was getting
harder and harder to concentrate upon the task at hand. Oh god! How
the heck am I going to make it?
She had to concentrate like she never had before. She noticed
nothing else, not the music, not the guests, not Richard, not even
her mother's staring at her.
One step at a time...
She was now only six feet away from her spot. This translated
to a couple dozen steps for her in her hobble slip while trying to
balance in seven inch heels. She could hear the rustle of her dress
as she slowly inched forward.
Finally! She was there! As a reward for her achievement, the
vibrators within her sped up incrementally.
Jennifer sighed in relief anyway. At least I don't have to try
to walk anymore this way!
"Dearly beloved," came the very masculine voice of Arnold from
the french maid. "It may be truly frightening to behold, but I am
indeed certified to conduct legal weddings within the state."
There was a chuckle from the crowd, and at least one gasp, as
the buzzing continued within her. She saw out of the corner of her
eye that her sister was intently concentrating herself. Vicki seemed
to be struggling for air against her corset, and was fidgeting madly,
especially with hip wriggles. Jennifer had to guess that she wasn't
keeping up well with the demands of the vibrators within her.
"Weddings are solemn occasions, and deserve the proper respect.
But they are also times of great joy, and great pleasure," said
Arnold as the vibrators within her sped up yet again.
"I know that you are all eagerly waiting to enjoy this blessed
event, and to celebrate their happiness with them. Therefore, I will
keep this brief."
"Richard, do you take this woman Jennifer, and I do mean take,
to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and
in health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"
"I do," he said, reaching out with an arm to take ahold of her
hand.
Jennifer had to consciouly release her death grip on the boquet
to take his hand. The buzzing inside of her reached the highest
intensity that she had ever remembered experiencing. Oh, god!
Her willpower was failing, and she was starting to wriggle
inside of her dress. "And you, Jennifer, do you take Richard to be
your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in
health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"
"I... do," she said, in a voice not much above a whisper. She
did not trust her voice any more than that because she feared that
she might start to moan.
Collin stepped forward and brought forth a ring. "Repeat after
me, Richard. With this ring, I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed," Richard said, slipping the ring on
her finger.
Jennifer barely noticed it as her breath came in short, ragged
bursts. Oh my god. Right in front of everyone...
"You may now kiss the bride," said the reverend Arnold.
Richard stepped towards her, pushing the voluminous dress back
as he did so. Jennifer turned, fell forward, grabbed ahold of him.
She kissed him suddenly and deeply and held on for dear life as a
massive orgasm swept through her body.
She saw her sister Laura walk into the room, taking small steps
in her blue vinyl hobble dress. She had a matching heart-shaped
cutout in her dress, covered with thin blue fabric, and her figure
was definitely accentuated by a corset. She seemed to be walking
confidently in her matching blue heels.
Laura walked up to the edge of Jennifer's skirt. She heard a
faint buzzing noise, then saw a look of intense concentration come
across Laura's face.
"Belt is in, I see," she said.
Laura nodded. "I practiced," she said.
Jennifer rememberd that the belt used two C batteries that
lasted an hour or two. "How many batteries did you go through?" she
asked.
"A dozen or so, I think," Laura replied.
Jennifer smiled and giggled a bit. "Hey! I had to make sure I
had enough practice," Laura declared.
"You won't hear me objecting any," she said. "Vicki told me
that belts like that are mandatory for all the female guests, except
mother," she said.
"Is mother here yet?" Laura asked suddenly.
"If she is, I haven't seen her yet," replied Jennifer.
Laura shook her head and took a shallow breath. "Does that mean
that you..."
Jennifer nodded. "I've got one too. And the guys have
something like it in too."
Laura rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, I just don't believe I'm
doing this," she said.
Jennifer heard more shoes on the floor. "I'm ready," said
Vicki.
Vicki's outfit was very similar to Jennifer's, but was made out
of tight blue rubber. "Oohhh," she said suddenly, leaning against a
wall, with the faintest of buzzing sounds being audible. There was
an intense look of concentration, and a waggling of the hips. "Maybe
I'm not ready."
"Should have practiced more," Laura said sagely.
"That's easy for you to say," Vicki shot back. "I doubh that
you have a husband that would take the belt off you at the slightest
hint of sexual excitement, and insist upon doing it himself!"
"Ah, no. I don't have one of those," Laura said quietly.
Vicki's buzzing stopped, only to be replaced by a buzzing from
Laura. She hardly flinched at all, only stood still for a few
seconds with the slightest of pelvic twitching visible, then the
buzzing stopped.
There was again the clicking of heels upon the floor. The four
women looked up, and saw a woman dressed up as a french maid
approaching.
"Becky!" exclaimed Vicki. "You're finally here!"
The woman was dressed in a very tight black rubber french maid's
ouftit. She had matching black heels, and fishnet stockings
underneath. This outfit had only short sleeves, and extended down
far enough to expose most of the top halves of her breasts. The
waist was very narrow and rigid, indicative of a corset underneath.
As she walked towards them, they heard a distinctive vibrating noise,
but this time from the newcomer.
Becky too had to stop to deal with the interruption. However,
she did not seem to have Vicki's trouble with it. "You were able to
practice when doing your chores," Vicki said.
"It certainly spiced things up," she replied. "Although Arnold
was a bit frustrated by it at times."
There was the sound of music from outside. "All of the rest of
the guests are here, loitering about in the back yard," said Becky.
"Let's get this on the road!"
Jennifer maneuvered through the house slowly, taking baby steps
in the hobble slip and ultra-high heels. Her belt had not buzzed
once. Is it defective or something? she wondered.
She was left their to wait as Vicki walked out the doors and was
met by her husband, Henry. He was wearing a black rubber tuxedo, and
seemed to be walking a bit awkwardly.
Jennifer could not see any of the guests. However, she could
see what the carpenters had done. They had constructed a solid
wooden path from the double back doors, all the way out through the
yard. Evidently, Richard had remembered that it would be impossible
to walk in these heels on a dirt surface.
The music continued, and she watched Vicki and her husband
slowly walk down the path. "Here's your boquet," said Mary.
"When are you going?" Jennifer asked.
"I'm just coordinating," she said. "Laura, you're next."
Laura took dainty steps forward in her blue vinyl hobble dress.
She had to stop suddenly as the vibrations started within her again.
"I almost hate to do that, sometimes," she said.
The man who met her at the door was Collin. He was wearing a
black and white tuxedo made of shiny vinyl. He was also walking a
bit awkwardly.
Collin offered his arm to Laura, and she took it. The two of
them walked through the doors, and down the aisle.
"Almost," said Mary. "It's almost time. Richard will be
waiting for you at the altar.
Jennifer nodded, and walked forward, taking one tiny step at a
time. She looked back, and saw that Becky was carefully arranging
her dress behind her. "I'm here to carry the train," she said.
There was a sudden change in the music, and it grew louder.
"That's four you," Mary said.
Jennifer slowly started to work her way forward, carrying her
boquet in both hands. The hobble slip that she wore slowed her down
to less than a crawl. She found herself amazed that she could
balance at all in the hobble slip and heels, especially with all of
the bulky dress that she carried.
Jennifer had to turn a corner in the path. Then, she had a
clear view of the wedding proceedings. There was a raised platform
at the end of the path, and she recognized Arnold, dressed very
convincingly as a french maid, standing there, with book in hand.
Richard was there, at the end of the path, dressed in an
apparently normal tuxedo. Her sister Laura and Vicki stood on one
side, while Collin and Henry stood on the other.
Off of the path, sitting down, she recognized the other guests.
Adam was there with the fiancee that she had never met. John was
there with his wife, who Jennifer also had never met. The two men
were dressed in leather tuxedoes, while their signifigant others wore
very tight leather hobble dresses.
Ben was there, as well. There were three women seated near him.
Two of them, wearing very tight silver vinyl hobble dresses, must
have been his two live-in girlfriends. And seated next to him...
Her mother sat next to Ben. She was wearing a red rubber hobble
dress that stopped at the knees, instead of extending to the floor.
Her heels were shorter than the rest of the women there, but still at
least five inches tall.
Jennifer stared at her, and almost lost her balance. The look
on her mother's face... could almost be classified as *envious*.
This brought a smile to her face like nothing else could. She
gave the attendees her best smile, then took a moment to look behind
her. There, Becky was holding the end of her bridal train up with
both hands, holding it at the level of her corsetted waist.
At that moment, the two phalluses within her started to vibrate
gently.
The startlement almost made her fall. Jennifer managed to
recover, and slowly work her way down the aisle.
Kegel exercises, she reminded herself. Between steps, she tried
her best to clench her muscles around the vibrating phallus in her
crotch while staring straight foward.
Five times. Nothing
Ten times. Nothing.
Fifteen times. Nothing.
Twenty times. It started to buzz slightly faster now.
Something must be wrong with this, she thought as she grew
nearer to the assembled guests.
Maybe it's not *designed* to turn off that way, a subversive
corner of her mind put in.
Her breathing grew more rapid against the tight corset. She
clenched the boquet in her hands with a death grip, as he
concentrated with every step that she took.
Richard! she wanted to say. You are a *sick* man!
Jennifer was more than halfway down the aisle. It was getting
harder and harder to concentrate upon the task at hand. Oh god! How
the heck am I going to make it?
She had to concentrate like she never had before. She noticed
nothing else, not the music, not the guests, not Richard, not even
her mother's staring at her.
One step at a time...
She was now only six feet away from her spot. This translated
to a couple dozen steps for her in her hobble slip while trying to
balance in seven inch heels. She could hear the rustle of her dress
as she slowly inched forward.
Finally! She was there! As a reward for her achievement, the
vibrators within her sped up incrementally.
Jennifer sighed in relief anyway. At least I don't have to try
to walk anymore this way!
"Dearly beloved," came the very masculine voice of Arnold from
the french maid. "It may be truly frightening to behold, but I am
indeed certified to conduct legal weddings within the state."
There was a chuckle from the crowd, and at least one gasp, as
the buzzing continued within her. She saw out of the corner of her
eye that her sister was intently concentrating herself. Vicki seemed
to be struggling for air against her corset, and was fidgeting madly,
especially with hip wriggles. Jennifer had to guess that she wasn't
keeping up well with the demands of the vibrators within her.
"Weddings are solemn occasions, and deserve the proper respect.
But they are also times of great joy, and great pleasure," said
Arnold as the vibrators within her sped up yet again.
"I know that you are all eagerly waiting to enjoy this blessed
event, and to celebrate their happiness with them. Therefore, I will
keep this brief."
"Richard, do you take this woman Jennifer, and I do mean take,
to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and
in health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"
"I do," he said, reaching out with an arm to take ahold of her
hand.
Jennifer had to consciouly release her death grip on the boquet
to take his hand. The buzzing inside of her reached the highest
intensity that she had ever remembered experiencing. Oh, god!
Her willpower was failing, and she was starting to wriggle
inside of her dress. "And you, Jennifer, do you take Richard to be
your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in
health, for better or for worse, 'till death do you part?"
"I... do," she said, in a voice not much above a whisper. She
did not trust her voice any more than that because she feared that
she might start to moan.
Collin stepped forward and brought forth a ring. "Repeat after
me, Richard. With this ring, I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed," Richard said, slipping the ring on
her finger.
Jennifer barely noticed it as her breath came in short, ragged
bursts. Oh my god. Right in front of everyone...
"You may now kiss the bride," said the reverend Arnold.
Richard stepped towards her, pushing the voluminous dress back
as he did so. Jennifer turned, fell forward, grabbed ahold of him.
She kissed him suddenly and deeply and held on for dear life as a
massive orgasm swept through her body.
Chapter 50.
Jennifer was back in the cave.
Her guide was gone, and she was walking down a long tunnel.
Close, she knew, so close...
Suddenly, there was light all around. "You're here," came a
female voice.
A woman stepped forward, out of the light. She was dressed in
rubber, as a properly corsetted and heeled french maid.
"Do I know you?" Jennifer asked.
"No," he said. "But Richard does, and always will. I'm his
mother."
Jennifer thought furiously. I had to defeat Susana on my way.
How do I defeat her?
"You cannot defeat me," she said. "I am a part of his life so
deeply ingrained that there is nothing you can do to remove me."
"I..." she paused to think. "Why should I want to?" she said.
"Because of you, that's the way he is. Or, you're a large part of
it."
The woman smiled at this. "You may pass. There are no others
that will stand in your way."
The cave faded away. Jennifer found herself in a spring meadow.
Now, she found herself dressed in the outfit that Richard's mother
had been wearing.
A short path led to a clearing. There, a small wooden box was
on a treestump. She took the key that she had won as a mermaid, and
put it into the box.
The box opened up, and a dazzling array of light emerged from
it. At first, she saw a huge diamond inside of it, then a ring.
She reached inside of the box and took ahold of the ring. It
slid easily onto the ring finger of her left hand.
Jennifer flung the feather into the air. The two birds were now
back, circling overhead. One of them held huge clumps of billowy
clouds in its talons while the other swooped down upon her.
Moments later, she was walking in the clouds, with the birds
swirling around her. The sun was beginning to set, and the first of
th evening stars could be seen. She was dressed in a gown of
voluminous white clouds, and she could see Richard walking towards
her, smiling, down a staircase that led from the sky.
Saturday.
Jennifer opened her eyes, and saw a beautiful blue sky outside
the window. The window had been left open a crack, and the sweet
smell of spring flowers travelled to her nose.
"Mmmmmm," she said, snuggling closer to Richard.
She had spent the night in the boots and corset. The wet spot
had been on Richard's side of the bed, which was why they were both
huddled together on her side.
Richard nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear. "I am going to go
to take off soon," he said.
"Why?" Jennifer said, alarmed.
"It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the
wedding," he said. "Vicki and Mary will be here soon to help you get
ready. It's after nine now, and the wedding is scheduled to start at
four. I have a feeling that you will be rushed for time as it is."
Jennifer did not reply as Richard left the bed. "You should
soak in the tub for awhile," he said. "By the time that you're done,
they should be here."
"I'll miss you," she said.
"It's only going to be for a few hours!" he said. "And after
we're back together, you'll be Misses Jennifer Hane. That is, if you
want to change your name. I guess we could have one of those awful
hyphenated monstrosities, if you want..."
"No. Misses Jennifer Hane sounds wonderful," she said.
Jennifer swung out of bed and walked up to him in her high
heeled leather boots and corset. "I love you," she said, then kissed
him.
"I love you too," he replied. Richard kissed her, then looked
at her leather clad body. "Oh, do I love you!"
He tore his eyes away and headed down the hallway.
Jennifer walked out of the bathroom, wearing her pair of five
inch heeled slippers and one of Richard's bathrobes. She heard
sounds of voices from the living room.
"Who's there?" she askes as she walked towards the voices.
"Just us," came Vicki's voice. "Richard gave us a key."
Jennifer saw Vicki and the dressmaker Mary sitting on a couch in
the living room. There was a movable dress rack that had the various
parts of Jennifer's wedding dress hung up, obscured by protective
plastic bags.
Vicki was wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings,
six inch black heels, and a black leather halter top. "This is not
my bridesmaid's outfit," she said as Jennifer examined her. "I know.
This look is rather plain."
Mary and Jennifer smiled at this little joke. Mary was wearing
a black vinyl bodysuit, with a cutout around her bellybutton. She
sported slightly shorter heels than Vicki.
"I think that we had better get started," she said. "We don't
have a lot of time."
Jennifer was sitting on a chair in the large main bathroom of
the house, still wearing the bathroom. Behind her, Vicki was combing
her hair while Mary worked on her nails.
"How many tangles do you have in this jungle back here?" Vicki
asked.
"Too many," Jennifer replied. "I... haven't had a chance to
attend to little things like that lately."
"Been too busy?" Mary asked.
"You could say that," she replied.
"And these nails!" Mary exclaimed. "They are really going to
need help!"
"Do whatever you have to," she replied.
Mary picked up Jennifer's hand and looked at it closely. "Maybe
we should just cut them all off and wait a few months before trying
this again," she said. "The wedding can wait, can't it?"
"Mary!" exclaimed Jennifer.
The dressmaker smiled, and started to pull out supplied from her
manicure kit. "A bit of high tech first aid is called for,
especially for your wedding day," she said. "You have to look your
best."
She watched Mary work as she felt Vicki starting to pull and
braid her hair. "We'll have to talk to the florist to finish your
hair," Vicki said. "No veil for you, honey. Just a boquet of
flowers woven into your hair."
"No veil?" Jennifer said. She did remember that she had never
tried one on during her fittings.
"I think that Richard want's everyone to be able to see his
bride very clearly," said Mary.
Jennifer smiled at this, relaxed, and let the two of them do
their work.
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror after they had finished
the next stage of their work.
Mary had expertly glued extensions to her fingernails that were
done so well as to be undetectable. They were now painted a vibrant,
passionate red and were almost dry.
Her hair had been arranged into a french braid, with elaborate
crossings and re-crossings. The florist was not yet there, so more
work needed to be done.
Jennifer had never been terribly good with makeup, and was
watching with amazement as they worked on her face. Her eyebrows
were plucked, penciled, and perfectly shaped. A delicate blue
eyeliner had been used, and a similar color eyeshadow had been
lightly applied. Her eyelashes were now long and luxurious, and just
a bit darker than before.
The makeup hid the few tiny blemishes that existed on her face.
Just a touch of red had been applied to her cheeks, giving her that
slightly flushed look.
The lipstick was the same vibrant shade of red as her
fingernails, and applied perfectly. Jennifer was almost afraid to
talk, afraid that she would smear it.
The face that looked back at her from the mirror was truly
stunning. In it's entirety, in even frightened her a bit. I didn't
know that I could look like that.
Jennifer braced herself against the wall as the two women pulled
her white satin corset tight. "I knew that there was a reason that I
used the motors in the dressing room," said Mary.
"That doesn't help us now," replied Vicki.
Her two corset pullers were breathing heavily. Jennifer's face
was in the airstream of a fan, and she tried to stay relaxed as the
corset grew tighter and tighter around her.
The corsetting ordeal took almost a half of an hour. After
that, the other parts were swifter.
Jennifer was expecting the hobble slip to be next. But,
instead, Vicki pulled out a white leather chastity belt with two
built in phalluses. "That wasn't in the fitting sessions," she said.
"No. This is a surprise from Richard," she said, applying lube.
"I dare not say anything more about it, except that he was sure that
it would fit."
There was no lock on the belt, but considering what she would be
wearing over it,
it hardly mattered. She was about to put it in herself, but Vicki
stopped her. "Can't risk the nails," she said.
Jennifer tried to stay still as Vicki worked the butt plug and
dildo up inside of her. Jennifer was half expecting the plugs to
vibrate as soon as the buckle was closed, like Laura's would do. She
was surprised when they stayed quiet.
"I bet that will make the walk down the aisle *really*
interesting," said Mary.
The shoes were next. These were the same seven inch white heels
that she had worn in the fitting room. They had buckling straps that
made them impossible to kick off. "It's a bear to walk in these,"
she said, "even with the practice I've had."
"Belive me, we both know," said Mary.
Next, Vicki helped her into the white satin hobble skirt that
served as her slip. "Most brides have to concentrate to walk down
the aisle slowly," commented Vicki. "I don't think that will be a
problem for you."
"Doesn't look that way, does it," she said.
The crinoline underskirts were next. Instead of slipping them
on over her head, as before, they helped her to slide them up over
her hips. "Don't want to mess up the hair or makeup," Mary said.
There were six of them, and they fastened to the bottom edge of
the corset. She was now surrounded by stiff, fluffy petticoats for
at least six feet in each direction.
There was the sound of a doorbell ringing. "That must be the
florist," said Mary.
"What time is it, anyway?" asked Vicki.
Mary did not reply immediately. When she returned, she had
several boxes containing flowers. "It's almost three," she said.
"First guests will be here in a half of an hour. Vicki, you'd better
get ready yourself. I think I can finish Jennifer up on my own.
Vicki looked at Jennifer. "You look fabulous!" she exclaimed.
"But I have to get myself ready. Oh," she said, in the doorway,
"Just a bit of trivia I managed to pick up. Chastity belts with toys
are mandatory for all the female guests, with the exception of your
mother," she said. "I don't know what makes *her* so special!"
"Join the club," Jennifer replied with a hint of bitterness.
"But Richard has a sense of balance, this time. All the men
will *also* be wearing belts. Theirs will all have plugs and tight
sheaths for their precious little penises."
"You've got one *kinky* man there," said Mary.
"Don't I know it," she said as Mary pushed through Jennifer's
petticoats and helped her to get into her dress.
Mary rolled out a mirror to let her see the full effect. "What
do you think?" she asked.
Her hair had been french braided and pulled back to her head,
held there by a diamond studded hairclip. Mary had carefully teased
out a few hairs, to form a delicate halo of gold around her head.
White flowers were woven into her hair, forming their own halo.
The sweet smell tickled her nose, and she almost sneezed once.
Miraculously, her makeup had survived to this point, and Mary
had to apply only one minor touch-up.
The dress itself was a wonder of shiny satin. It covered her
neck tightly, and had very full puffed shoulders. The sleeves were
long, and ended with delicate white lacing surrounding each wrist.
The ladylike neckline was completely at odds with the
heart-shaped cutout in the satin. The bottom tip extended deep down
between her breasts, and it was large enough to almost expose her
nipples to the world. This opening was covered by the thinnest of
fimly white veil-like materials, and in Jennifer's mind, it might as
well not be there.
The outline of the heart cutout was decorated with a dizzying
array of beadwork. This abruptly ended and the waist of the dress
was detailed only by a barely visible network of pale blue stitching.
After the tiny waist was reached, the dress flared out in a
spectacular display of white. Beadwork, embroidery, and lace were
sparsely but very effectively used in gentle curves to actually
accentuate the huge size of the dress.
In front, the dress ended with a lace edge just an inch above
the floor, even in her seven inch heels. Behind her, there was a
train that extended a good thirty feet behind her. Three large bows
of white satin had been worked into the fabric behind her, one just
behind her derrier, and two more further down on the back of the
dress. "This definitely has Princess Di beat," she declared.
"I think our first guests are here," said Mary.
Her guide was gone, and she was walking down a long tunnel.
Close, she knew, so close...
Suddenly, there was light all around. "You're here," came a
female voice.
A woman stepped forward, out of the light. She was dressed in
rubber, as a properly corsetted and heeled french maid.
"Do I know you?" Jennifer asked.
"No," he said. "But Richard does, and always will. I'm his
mother."
Jennifer thought furiously. I had to defeat Susana on my way.
How do I defeat her?
"You cannot defeat me," she said. "I am a part of his life so
deeply ingrained that there is nothing you can do to remove me."
"I..." she paused to think. "Why should I want to?" she said.
"Because of you, that's the way he is. Or, you're a large part of
it."
The woman smiled at this. "You may pass. There are no others
that will stand in your way."
The cave faded away. Jennifer found herself in a spring meadow.
Now, she found herself dressed in the outfit that Richard's mother
had been wearing.
A short path led to a clearing. There, a small wooden box was
on a treestump. She took the key that she had won as a mermaid, and
put it into the box.
The box opened up, and a dazzling array of light emerged from
it. At first, she saw a huge diamond inside of it, then a ring.
She reached inside of the box and took ahold of the ring. It
slid easily onto the ring finger of her left hand.
Jennifer flung the feather into the air. The two birds were now
back, circling overhead. One of them held huge clumps of billowy
clouds in its talons while the other swooped down upon her.
Moments later, she was walking in the clouds, with the birds
swirling around her. The sun was beginning to set, and the first of
th evening stars could be seen. She was dressed in a gown of
voluminous white clouds, and she could see Richard walking towards
her, smiling, down a staircase that led from the sky.
Saturday.
Jennifer opened her eyes, and saw a beautiful blue sky outside
the window. The window had been left open a crack, and the sweet
smell of spring flowers travelled to her nose.
"Mmmmmm," she said, snuggling closer to Richard.
She had spent the night in the boots and corset. The wet spot
had been on Richard's side of the bed, which was why they were both
huddled together on her side.
Richard nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear. "I am going to go
to take off soon," he said.
"Why?" Jennifer said, alarmed.
"It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the
wedding," he said. "Vicki and Mary will be here soon to help you get
ready. It's after nine now, and the wedding is scheduled to start at
four. I have a feeling that you will be rushed for time as it is."
Jennifer did not reply as Richard left the bed. "You should
soak in the tub for awhile," he said. "By the time that you're done,
they should be here."
"I'll miss you," she said.
"It's only going to be for a few hours!" he said. "And after
we're back together, you'll be Misses Jennifer Hane. That is, if you
want to change your name. I guess we could have one of those awful
hyphenated monstrosities, if you want..."
"No. Misses Jennifer Hane sounds wonderful," she said.
Jennifer swung out of bed and walked up to him in her high
heeled leather boots and corset. "I love you," she said, then kissed
him.
"I love you too," he replied. Richard kissed her, then looked
at her leather clad body. "Oh, do I love you!"
He tore his eyes away and headed down the hallway.
Jennifer walked out of the bathroom, wearing her pair of five
inch heeled slippers and one of Richard's bathrobes. She heard
sounds of voices from the living room.
"Who's there?" she askes as she walked towards the voices.
"Just us," came Vicki's voice. "Richard gave us a key."
Jennifer saw Vicki and the dressmaker Mary sitting on a couch in
the living room. There was a movable dress rack that had the various
parts of Jennifer's wedding dress hung up, obscured by protective
plastic bags.
Vicki was wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings,
six inch black heels, and a black leather halter top. "This is not
my bridesmaid's outfit," she said as Jennifer examined her. "I know.
This look is rather plain."
Mary and Jennifer smiled at this little joke. Mary was wearing
a black vinyl bodysuit, with a cutout around her bellybutton. She
sported slightly shorter heels than Vicki.
"I think that we had better get started," she said. "We don't
have a lot of time."
Jennifer was sitting on a chair in the large main bathroom of
the house, still wearing the bathroom. Behind her, Vicki was combing
her hair while Mary worked on her nails.
"How many tangles do you have in this jungle back here?" Vicki
asked.
"Too many," Jennifer replied. "I... haven't had a chance to
attend to little things like that lately."
"Been too busy?" Mary asked.
"You could say that," she replied.
"And these nails!" Mary exclaimed. "They are really going to
need help!"
"Do whatever you have to," she replied.
Mary picked up Jennifer's hand and looked at it closely. "Maybe
we should just cut them all off and wait a few months before trying
this again," she said. "The wedding can wait, can't it?"
"Mary!" exclaimed Jennifer.
The dressmaker smiled, and started to pull out supplied from her
manicure kit. "A bit of high tech first aid is called for,
especially for your wedding day," she said. "You have to look your
best."
She watched Mary work as she felt Vicki starting to pull and
braid her hair. "We'll have to talk to the florist to finish your
hair," Vicki said. "No veil for you, honey. Just a boquet of
flowers woven into your hair."
"No veil?" Jennifer said. She did remember that she had never
tried one on during her fittings.
"I think that Richard want's everyone to be able to see his
bride very clearly," said Mary.
Jennifer smiled at this, relaxed, and let the two of them do
their work.
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror after they had finished
the next stage of their work.
Mary had expertly glued extensions to her fingernails that were
done so well as to be undetectable. They were now painted a vibrant,
passionate red and were almost dry.
Her hair had been arranged into a french braid, with elaborate
crossings and re-crossings. The florist was not yet there, so more
work needed to be done.
Jennifer had never been terribly good with makeup, and was
watching with amazement as they worked on her face. Her eyebrows
were plucked, penciled, and perfectly shaped. A delicate blue
eyeliner had been used, and a similar color eyeshadow had been
lightly applied. Her eyelashes were now long and luxurious, and just
a bit darker than before.
The makeup hid the few tiny blemishes that existed on her face.
Just a touch of red had been applied to her cheeks, giving her that
slightly flushed look.
The lipstick was the same vibrant shade of red as her
fingernails, and applied perfectly. Jennifer was almost afraid to
talk, afraid that she would smear it.
The face that looked back at her from the mirror was truly
stunning. In it's entirety, in even frightened her a bit. I didn't
know that I could look like that.
Jennifer braced herself against the wall as the two women pulled
her white satin corset tight. "I knew that there was a reason that I
used the motors in the dressing room," said Mary.
"That doesn't help us now," replied Vicki.
Her two corset pullers were breathing heavily. Jennifer's face
was in the airstream of a fan, and she tried to stay relaxed as the
corset grew tighter and tighter around her.
The corsetting ordeal took almost a half of an hour. After
that, the other parts were swifter.
Jennifer was expecting the hobble slip to be next. But,
instead, Vicki pulled out a white leather chastity belt with two
built in phalluses. "That wasn't in the fitting sessions," she said.
"No. This is a surprise from Richard," she said, applying lube.
"I dare not say anything more about it, except that he was sure that
it would fit."
There was no lock on the belt, but considering what she would be
wearing over it,
it hardly mattered. She was about to put it in herself, but Vicki
stopped her. "Can't risk the nails," she said.
Jennifer tried to stay still as Vicki worked the butt plug and
dildo up inside of her. Jennifer was half expecting the plugs to
vibrate as soon as the buckle was closed, like Laura's would do. She
was surprised when they stayed quiet.
"I bet that will make the walk down the aisle *really*
interesting," said Mary.
The shoes were next. These were the same seven inch white heels
that she had worn in the fitting room. They had buckling straps that
made them impossible to kick off. "It's a bear to walk in these,"
she said, "even with the practice I've had."
"Belive me, we both know," said Mary.
Next, Vicki helped her into the white satin hobble skirt that
served as her slip. "Most brides have to concentrate to walk down
the aisle slowly," commented Vicki. "I don't think that will be a
problem for you."
"Doesn't look that way, does it," she said.
The crinoline underskirts were next. Instead of slipping them
on over her head, as before, they helped her to slide them up over
her hips. "Don't want to mess up the hair or makeup," Mary said.
There were six of them, and they fastened to the bottom edge of
the corset. She was now surrounded by stiff, fluffy petticoats for
at least six feet in each direction.
There was the sound of a doorbell ringing. "That must be the
florist," said Mary.
"What time is it, anyway?" asked Vicki.
Mary did not reply immediately. When she returned, she had
several boxes containing flowers. "It's almost three," she said.
"First guests will be here in a half of an hour. Vicki, you'd better
get ready yourself. I think I can finish Jennifer up on my own.
Vicki looked at Jennifer. "You look fabulous!" she exclaimed.
"But I have to get myself ready. Oh," she said, in the doorway,
"Just a bit of trivia I managed to pick up. Chastity belts with toys
are mandatory for all the female guests, with the exception of your
mother," she said. "I don't know what makes *her* so special!"
"Join the club," Jennifer replied with a hint of bitterness.
"But Richard has a sense of balance, this time. All the men
will *also* be wearing belts. Theirs will all have plugs and tight
sheaths for their precious little penises."
"You've got one *kinky* man there," said Mary.
"Don't I know it," she said as Mary pushed through Jennifer's
petticoats and helped her to get into her dress.
Mary rolled out a mirror to let her see the full effect. "What
do you think?" she asked.
Her hair had been french braided and pulled back to her head,
held there by a diamond studded hairclip. Mary had carefully teased
out a few hairs, to form a delicate halo of gold around her head.
White flowers were woven into her hair, forming their own halo.
The sweet smell tickled her nose, and she almost sneezed once.
Miraculously, her makeup had survived to this point, and Mary
had to apply only one minor touch-up.
The dress itself was a wonder of shiny satin. It covered her
neck tightly, and had very full puffed shoulders. The sleeves were
long, and ended with delicate white lacing surrounding each wrist.
The ladylike neckline was completely at odds with the
heart-shaped cutout in the satin. The bottom tip extended deep down
between her breasts, and it was large enough to almost expose her
nipples to the world. This opening was covered by the thinnest of
fimly white veil-like materials, and in Jennifer's mind, it might as
well not be there.
The outline of the heart cutout was decorated with a dizzying
array of beadwork. This abruptly ended and the waist of the dress
was detailed only by a barely visible network of pale blue stitching.
After the tiny waist was reached, the dress flared out in a
spectacular display of white. Beadwork, embroidery, and lace were
sparsely but very effectively used in gentle curves to actually
accentuate the huge size of the dress.
In front, the dress ended with a lace edge just an inch above
the floor, even in her seven inch heels. Behind her, there was a
train that extended a good thirty feet behind her. Three large bows
of white satin had been worked into the fabric behind her, one just
behind her derrier, and two more further down on the back of the
dress. "This definitely has Princess Di beat," she declared.
"I think our first guests are here," said Mary.
Chapter 49.
Jennifer woke up to the feeling of sunlight warming her body.
She was lying on her side, and she could feel Richard's warm body at
her back.
Last evening was something of a blur to her. Did I pass out?
she wondered. Jennifer snuggled up closer to him, and he put his arm
around her body.
He felt naked against her. I must have told him where the keys
were, she thought.
As Jennifer stretched and scratched, she discovered that she was
not completely naked. The shiny black leather boots with the six and
a half inch heels were still on her legs. The corset, gag, and
legspreader were gone.
All she could remember was her hot body squirming against
Richard's rubber encased form. She thought she had passed out... but
then she remembered waking up, and Richard going to it immediately
afterwards.
Jennifer stopped trying to think about it and just enjoyed being
next to Richard. One of her eyes cracked open, and she saw a
familiar piece of jewelry on the nightstand.
It was her engagement ring. She had not been wearing it much,
as the ordeals that she went through for Richard could easily have
resulted in the ring becoming damaged. Smiling, she reached out and
worked it onto her finger. Tomorrow, there will be another ring, to
go with it, she thought.
She was finally motivated to get up when her stomach started to
grumble. Jennifer turned around to face Richard. "Awake yet?" she
asked, then kissed him on the lips.
A gentle smile came across his face. "Not yet," he said. His
eyes opened up. "Now I am."
Jennifer shook her head slightly. "My stomach clock went off,"
she said. "Want me to make it?"
"If you would be so kind," he said.
Jennifer kissed him again, then swung her legs around and off of
the bed. The heels were taller than the six inch heels that she had
almost grown used to. However, the boots seemed to reinforce her
feet more than a pair of shoes would. By the time she was in the
kitchen, she felt that she had the hang of it.
Richard was still dozing in bed when she returned. "So," she
asked. "Are you going to let me organize the fun sometimes?" she
asked.
"I think so," he replied. "When I first met you, I thought you
were such an innocent. I'm glad that I was wrong."
"I had a good teacher," she replied.
Richard was slow to eat his food, and seemed to be moving
sluggishly. "Are you allright?" she asked.
"I... just didn't sleep too well last night," he said. "I don't
think I dozed off until two in the morning."
"When did you put me to bed?" she asked. "I'm a little fuzzy on
that detail.
"About eleven, I think," he said. "You were so out of it, that
I had to go and find the keys myself."
Jennifer looked up at the ceiling. "Sorry. How long did it
take?"
"About a half of an hour," he said. "I really had to take a
dump."
"My apologies," she said again.
"No. I should have cleaned everything out first. I'll remember
for next time."
"So," she said, putting down her fork. "what do you have
planned for today?"
"Very little, actually," he said. "Or a great deal, depending
on how you look at it. There are going to be some workers coming in
to get the back yard ready for tomorrow, and there are numerous other
details to attend to," he said. "We should both be at least somewhat
presentable."
"What you call presentable is very different from what everyone
else calls presentable," she said with a grin.
"Point taken."
"So, what should I be presentable in?" she asked. "And what is
going to be under it?"
"Reading my mind, I see," he said. "I think I have just the
thing in mind..."
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. "Right on the edge,
but where else would you be?" she asked.
The thigh high boots of before were still a part of her outfit.
A very tight leather pencil skirt started at her waist, and ended at
her knees. The black leather corset that she wore under it was
visible above her tiny waist. The corset ended below her breasts,
leaving a bit of her ribcage exposed.
The coverage of her breasts was the minimum necessary to appear
in public. Triangles of supple black leather no more than four
inches on a side covered her nipples. At the corners of the
triangles, thin shiny metal chains emerged, forming what looked to be
a bikini top with shoulder straps.
Her arms and shoulders were bare. Richard had let her bathe and
do her hair before donning the outfit. Her curly brown hair was now
pulled back by a large hair clip, and cascaded down her back in a way
that resembled a horse's mane.
Richard was dressed in a dress shirt, slacks, and a tie. "You
look splendid, darling," he said.
"Thank you," she replied.
The doorbell rang, and Richard went to answer it. "Probably the
carpenters, or perhaps the florists" he said as he left the room.
After he was gone, she heard the phone ringing. That must be
Laura, she thought as she wriggled over to the phone in her tight
skirt and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Jennifer? Is that you?" came an all too familiar voice.
"Mother?" she said. Her hand started to tighten around the
phone.
"What do you think you're doing, going out and getting married
without even talking to me about it! I haven't even met this man!
What's come over you, girl?"
Jennifer tried to reply, but her mother continued on. "You
haven't even talked to me for over a month! I'm your MOTHER, for
god's sake!"
"I can never forget that," Jennifer shot in, with an edge of
bitterness.
"Your fiancee must be some real weirdo!" her mother continued.
"Have you seen the dress he wants me to wear to the wedding? How
could anyone go out in public like that?"
"My fiancee is a wonderful man," she said. Jennifer was
trembling, but her voice did not show it. "His tastes may be a
little different... but your dress will actually be rather mild,
compared to what is required of the other guests," she said. "That's
what Richard... that's what *we* have decided. If you don't like it,
you don't have to show up."
There was a silence from the other end of the line. I don't
believe it! I actually shut my mother up!
Jennifer's victory was short lived. "Of course I will show up,"
she said. "Even with this atrocious dress. I can make this
sacrafice for my daughter." Jennifer almost choked on this. Trying
to make me feel guilty? Trying to sound like the martyr?
"Is there anything else?" Jennifer asked, "or did you just call
to tell me that I'm making a terrible mistake and talk me out of
this? Or would you prefer to just insult me and tell me what a
failure I am?"
"It's your life," she said sweetly. "No need to get angry with
me."
No need to... Jennifer started to shake more violently. There
are over twenty years of need to get angry with you. If it's my
life, why have you kept messing with my life and Laura's? Why don't
you just butt out and stay out?
This was spoken only in her mind. "I'll see you tomorrow,"
Jennifer said, and slammed the phone down before hearing the reply.
Richard walked back into the room. "What was that?" he asked.
"That... was my mother."
Richard ran over to her, and held her as the tears started to
roll out of her eyes.
She was lying on her side, and she could feel Richard's warm body at
her back.
Last evening was something of a blur to her. Did I pass out?
she wondered. Jennifer snuggled up closer to him, and he put his arm
around her body.
He felt naked against her. I must have told him where the keys
were, she thought.
As Jennifer stretched and scratched, she discovered that she was
not completely naked. The shiny black leather boots with the six and
a half inch heels were still on her legs. The corset, gag, and
legspreader were gone.
All she could remember was her hot body squirming against
Richard's rubber encased form. She thought she had passed out... but
then she remembered waking up, and Richard going to it immediately
afterwards.
Jennifer stopped trying to think about it and just enjoyed being
next to Richard. One of her eyes cracked open, and she saw a
familiar piece of jewelry on the nightstand.
It was her engagement ring. She had not been wearing it much,
as the ordeals that she went through for Richard could easily have
resulted in the ring becoming damaged. Smiling, she reached out and
worked it onto her finger. Tomorrow, there will be another ring, to
go with it, she thought.
She was finally motivated to get up when her stomach started to
grumble. Jennifer turned around to face Richard. "Awake yet?" she
asked, then kissed him on the lips.
A gentle smile came across his face. "Not yet," he said. His
eyes opened up. "Now I am."
Jennifer shook her head slightly. "My stomach clock went off,"
she said. "Want me to make it?"
"If you would be so kind," he said.
Jennifer kissed him again, then swung her legs around and off of
the bed. The heels were taller than the six inch heels that she had
almost grown used to. However, the boots seemed to reinforce her
feet more than a pair of shoes would. By the time she was in the
kitchen, she felt that she had the hang of it.
Richard was still dozing in bed when she returned. "So," she
asked. "Are you going to let me organize the fun sometimes?" she
asked.
"I think so," he replied. "When I first met you, I thought you
were such an innocent. I'm glad that I was wrong."
"I had a good teacher," she replied.
Richard was slow to eat his food, and seemed to be moving
sluggishly. "Are you allright?" she asked.
"I... just didn't sleep too well last night," he said. "I don't
think I dozed off until two in the morning."
"When did you put me to bed?" she asked. "I'm a little fuzzy on
that detail.
"About eleven, I think," he said. "You were so out of it, that
I had to go and find the keys myself."
Jennifer looked up at the ceiling. "Sorry. How long did it
take?"
"About a half of an hour," he said. "I really had to take a
dump."
"My apologies," she said again.
"No. I should have cleaned everything out first. I'll remember
for next time."
"So," she said, putting down her fork. "what do you have
planned for today?"
"Very little, actually," he said. "Or a great deal, depending
on how you look at it. There are going to be some workers coming in
to get the back yard ready for tomorrow, and there are numerous other
details to attend to," he said. "We should both be at least somewhat
presentable."
"What you call presentable is very different from what everyone
else calls presentable," she said with a grin.
"Point taken."
"So, what should I be presentable in?" she asked. "And what is
going to be under it?"
"Reading my mind, I see," he said. "I think I have just the
thing in mind..."
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. "Right on the edge,
but where else would you be?" she asked.
The thigh high boots of before were still a part of her outfit.
A very tight leather pencil skirt started at her waist, and ended at
her knees. The black leather corset that she wore under it was
visible above her tiny waist. The corset ended below her breasts,
leaving a bit of her ribcage exposed.
The coverage of her breasts was the minimum necessary to appear
in public. Triangles of supple black leather no more than four
inches on a side covered her nipples. At the corners of the
triangles, thin shiny metal chains emerged, forming what looked to be
a bikini top with shoulder straps.
Her arms and shoulders were bare. Richard had let her bathe and
do her hair before donning the outfit. Her curly brown hair was now
pulled back by a large hair clip, and cascaded down her back in a way
that resembled a horse's mane.
Richard was dressed in a dress shirt, slacks, and a tie. "You
look splendid, darling," he said.
"Thank you," she replied.
The doorbell rang, and Richard went to answer it. "Probably the
carpenters, or perhaps the florists" he said as he left the room.
After he was gone, she heard the phone ringing. That must be
Laura, she thought as she wriggled over to the phone in her tight
skirt and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Jennifer? Is that you?" came an all too familiar voice.
"Mother?" she said. Her hand started to tighten around the
phone.
"What do you think you're doing, going out and getting married
without even talking to me about it! I haven't even met this man!
What's come over you, girl?"
Jennifer tried to reply, but her mother continued on. "You
haven't even talked to me for over a month! I'm your MOTHER, for
god's sake!"
"I can never forget that," Jennifer shot in, with an edge of
bitterness.
"Your fiancee must be some real weirdo!" her mother continued.
"Have you seen the dress he wants me to wear to the wedding? How
could anyone go out in public like that?"
"My fiancee is a wonderful man," she said. Jennifer was
trembling, but her voice did not show it. "His tastes may be a
little different... but your dress will actually be rather mild,
compared to what is required of the other guests," she said. "That's
what Richard... that's what *we* have decided. If you don't like it,
you don't have to show up."
There was a silence from the other end of the line. I don't
believe it! I actually shut my mother up!
Jennifer's victory was short lived. "Of course I will show up,"
she said. "Even with this atrocious dress. I can make this
sacrafice for my daughter." Jennifer almost choked on this. Trying
to make me feel guilty? Trying to sound like the martyr?
"Is there anything else?" Jennifer asked, "or did you just call
to tell me that I'm making a terrible mistake and talk me out of
this? Or would you prefer to just insult me and tell me what a
failure I am?"
"It's your life," she said sweetly. "No need to get angry with
me."
No need to... Jennifer started to shake more violently. There
are over twenty years of need to get angry with you. If it's my
life, why have you kept messing with my life and Laura's? Why don't
you just butt out and stay out?
This was spoken only in her mind. "I'll see you tomorrow,"
Jennifer said, and slammed the phone down before hearing the reply.
Richard walked back into the room. "What was that?" he asked.
"That... was my mother."
Richard ran over to her, and held her as the tears started to
roll out of her eyes.
Chapter 48.
Richard's batteried did indeed run out soon afterwards.
After the last erg of energy died in Richard's belt, he finally
pulled away from her. "It's out?" she said dreamily.
"I'm afraid so," he replied.
"Would you care to untie me?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said. "Perhaps I'll just leave you here
while I get out of this."
"Good luck," she said, with a smile. "If you can find your
keys."
Richard returned her smile. "Still devious. I have to admire
that." He looked down at himself, and saw the black rubber that
covered him. "It has been a long time since I've worn this," he
said, "and the first time with a like minded partner. I would like
to continue this a bit longer, if that's all right with you,"
Jennifer looked up at him. "If you want... but can we take a
break for a bit?" she asked. "Why don't you untie my wrists and
legs... at least for a little while," she said with a wink. "You'll
get to tie them back up, don't worry!"
Richard knelt down and released her from the bar and freed her
wrists. "That's better. Now, why don't you be a good maid and find
another set of batteries for that box of yours? I assume you have
more?"
"Yes, I do," he said. "You'll have to put them in."
"I can wait," she said. Richard slowly walked away in his six
plus inch heels. He returned several minutes later, with an odd
looking square battery in his black rubber covered hand.
"The entire bottom of the box is the battery," he said. "You
have to pop it off and replace it with this."
Jennifer knelt down and replaced it without too much trouble.
"There you go," she said, playing with the knobs to obtain a five
second pulse with a minute between pulses. "Now, why don't you fix
supper while I hunt down a few more ideas?"
By the time supper was ready, Jennifer had finished her search
of the basement for interesting toys. She put them in the living
room, then made her way to the kitchen to sit down for an early
supper.
Richard was a fairly accomplished cook, and even with his
outrageous outfit on, he had managed to cook without apparently
spilling or breaking anything. "That smells good," she said as she
crossed her leather booted legs.
The vibrations continued every minute, but there was no
indication that Richard managed to climax with them. Dinner was very
hurried, and quiet. She could almost taste Richard's eagerness to
find out what she had planned.
Jennifer simply watched as Richard cleaned up the kitchen. When
he was finally done, she led him to the living room again.
"I think these were designed for a woman, but they'll serve
nicely now," said Jennifer. "Care to sit down for a moment?"
Jennifer slid a pair of black rubber panties up past his high
heeled shoes. When it was about at his knees, he stood up to let her
pull them the rest of the way in place.
These panties had an eight inch dildo protruding from the front
of it. Jennifer had to move the control box a bit to put it in
place. Richard grinned when he saw them, and she smiled back.
The next thing she brought out was a shiny black latex hood.
There were eyeholes , and tiny noseholes, and a single small
breathing tube. On the inside, there was a short dildo in place,
with a breathing hole through it.
Richard did not object as she put it in place. There was just
enough space between the posture collar and his head to get the latex
through and under it. "I thougth that we'd try this without
talking," she said, bringing out a small ball gag for herself. "Let
me change your adjustments a bit," she said, fiddling with the knobs
of the controller, "then, after I put this on, you can put the bar
back on and tie my wrists. After that... no rules are needed, I
bet."
Jennifer put the gag in her mouth and buckled it in place. She
lowered herself to the carpeted livingroom floor and spread her legs
wide while lying down.
Richard obligingly put the spreader bar back in place.
Kneeling, he tied her wrists to the corset.
Jennifer knew that she was wet yet again. Richard climbed over
her, and slowly lowered his rubber phallus into her.
As the vibrations in his belt kicked on, he started to thrust
inside of her. As he finished his thrust, she felt a small throb
from the dildo that was inside of her.
With a shock, she realized that the dildo itself was vibrating,
but only when he had it pushed fully inside of her. No wonder he was
grinning! she thought. He probably has some sort of pressure switch
in it!
Richard's belt continued to vibrate, and he kept thrusting
inside of her, with the rubber skirt of his maid's outfit brushing
her with every stroke. He brought her closer and closer to a
culmination, oh so close...
The vibrations in his belt finally stopped. She thought that
she had set it to about two minutes on, and ten off. After Richard's
belt fell quiet, he leaned down on top of her.
Jennifer's theory about a pressure switch turned out to be
correct. As soon as he was fully inside of her, the vibrations from
the dildo continued without a pause.
I've created a monster! she thought, looking up into Richard's
smiling eyes.
After the last erg of energy died in Richard's belt, he finally
pulled away from her. "It's out?" she said dreamily.
"I'm afraid so," he replied.
"Would you care to untie me?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said. "Perhaps I'll just leave you here
while I get out of this."
"Good luck," she said, with a smile. "If you can find your
keys."
Richard returned her smile. "Still devious. I have to admire
that." He looked down at himself, and saw the black rubber that
covered him. "It has been a long time since I've worn this," he
said, "and the first time with a like minded partner. I would like
to continue this a bit longer, if that's all right with you,"
Jennifer looked up at him. "If you want... but can we take a
break for a bit?" she asked. "Why don't you untie my wrists and
legs... at least for a little while," she said with a wink. "You'll
get to tie them back up, don't worry!"
Richard knelt down and released her from the bar and freed her
wrists. "That's better. Now, why don't you be a good maid and find
another set of batteries for that box of yours? I assume you have
more?"
"Yes, I do," he said. "You'll have to put them in."
"I can wait," she said. Richard slowly walked away in his six
plus inch heels. He returned several minutes later, with an odd
looking square battery in his black rubber covered hand.
"The entire bottom of the box is the battery," he said. "You
have to pop it off and replace it with this."
Jennifer knelt down and replaced it without too much trouble.
"There you go," she said, playing with the knobs to obtain a five
second pulse with a minute between pulses. "Now, why don't you fix
supper while I hunt down a few more ideas?"
By the time supper was ready, Jennifer had finished her search
of the basement for interesting toys. She put them in the living
room, then made her way to the kitchen to sit down for an early
supper.
Richard was a fairly accomplished cook, and even with his
outrageous outfit on, he had managed to cook without apparently
spilling or breaking anything. "That smells good," she said as she
crossed her leather booted legs.
The vibrations continued every minute, but there was no
indication that Richard managed to climax with them. Dinner was very
hurried, and quiet. She could almost taste Richard's eagerness to
find out what she had planned.
Jennifer simply watched as Richard cleaned up the kitchen. When
he was finally done, she led him to the living room again.
"I think these were designed for a woman, but they'll serve
nicely now," said Jennifer. "Care to sit down for a moment?"
Jennifer slid a pair of black rubber panties up past his high
heeled shoes. When it was about at his knees, he stood up to let her
pull them the rest of the way in place.
These panties had an eight inch dildo protruding from the front
of it. Jennifer had to move the control box a bit to put it in
place. Richard grinned when he saw them, and she smiled back.
The next thing she brought out was a shiny black latex hood.
There were eyeholes , and tiny noseholes, and a single small
breathing tube. On the inside, there was a short dildo in place,
with a breathing hole through it.
Richard did not object as she put it in place. There was just
enough space between the posture collar and his head to get the latex
through and under it. "I thougth that we'd try this without
talking," she said, bringing out a small ball gag for herself. "Let
me change your adjustments a bit," she said, fiddling with the knobs
of the controller, "then, after I put this on, you can put the bar
back on and tie my wrists. After that... no rules are needed, I
bet."
Jennifer put the gag in her mouth and buckled it in place. She
lowered herself to the carpeted livingroom floor and spread her legs
wide while lying down.
Richard obligingly put the spreader bar back in place.
Kneeling, he tied her wrists to the corset.
Jennifer knew that she was wet yet again. Richard climbed over
her, and slowly lowered his rubber phallus into her.
As the vibrations in his belt kicked on, he started to thrust
inside of her. As he finished his thrust, she felt a small throb
from the dildo that was inside of her.
With a shock, she realized that the dildo itself was vibrating,
but only when he had it pushed fully inside of her. No wonder he was
grinning! she thought. He probably has some sort of pressure switch
in it!
Richard's belt continued to vibrate, and he kept thrusting
inside of her, with the rubber skirt of his maid's outfit brushing
her with every stroke. He brought her closer and closer to a
culmination, oh so close...
The vibrations in his belt finally stopped. She thought that
she had set it to about two minutes on, and ten off. After Richard's
belt fell quiet, he leaned down on top of her.
Jennifer's theory about a pressure switch turned out to be
correct. As soon as he was fully inside of her, the vibrations from
the dildo continued without a pause.
I've created a monster! she thought, looking up into Richard's
smiling eyes.
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