HIRED HELP
Chapter 6
Thursday was an agony of pleasure, if such a contradiction could
exist. If she stood still for a few minites, the sensations in her
crotch would subside. But sitting down was uncomfortable now, with
the plug in her. All that pressure down there quickly made her stand
up.
But the chores that Richard had her do did not lend themselves
to standing in place. As she walked, the dildo inside of her and the
rubber fingers wormed around and moved about. On more than one
occasion, she had to stop and lean aganst the wall as she lost
concentration in her heels. And yesteday she had almost been used to
walking in the things!
After lunch, she found herself alone. The genital teasing was
getting to be too much for her. She found a chair of about the right
height and stepped next to it. She relaxed her knees slightly, and
drove her crotch down onto the front and bottom of the chastity belt,
grinding back and forth.
She was so close, so close... then she heard footsteps. With a
groan of frustration, she stepped back and smoothed out the skirt of
her vinyl maid's outfit.
"I thought I heard something here... is there anything wrong?"
Anything wrong!? You son of a ...! "No, not that I know of,"
she said, with her face starting to turn red.
Richard looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged. "I'll
be back shortly, he said."
Groaning in frustration, she returned to washing the dishes.
Supper was finally over, and she rushed back to her room. She
went to the bathroom and put down the toilet seat. Sitting down, she
jammed the metal fork into the bottom of the chastity belt. The two
halves separated, and she immediately brought her hands down to her
groin, massaging the hot, moist tissue there.
It took her less than one minute to climax. She panted against
the tightness of the corset afterwards and slumped on the toilet
seat.
After recovering, she slowly went about the business of her
other bodily functions. "Dammit!" she said aloud. "I'm gonna go
crazy!"
A plan born of desperation sprang to mind. Maybe if I give him
head again, he'll get horny again and unlock this damn thing! One
small corner of her mind reminded her that giving him oral sex was
what had put her in the contraption to begin with. She was not
thinking clearly at that moment and easily ignored this small
rational corner.
With a sigh, she pulled the two haves of the chastity belt back
together underneath her. She felt the plug worming its way inside of
her again, and she started to get hot again.
She stood up, a bit unsteadily, and marched out of her room,
heading for his den.
By the time she arrived, all the motion in her crotch had made
her horny as hell. As she guessed, he was in his den, reading. He
only grunted when she entered, and did not look up.
Jennifer did not say a word. She walked over to him. The front
of his desk was open, so that she could see his legs. She knelt down
in front of the desk and crawled under it. She heard him say
something as she unzipped his fly and yanked out his penis.
It was completely soft, but she immediately brought all of it
into her mouth and started to suck. She felt him sliding back on his
wheeled chair, and she crawled forward to keep her face in his groin.
Just as it was starting to get hard, she felt him stand up, kick
his chair back, and grab ahold of her arms. She felt his strong
hands through the thin vinyl fabric of the outfit. Jennifer let out
a pathetic moan as she felt herself being pulled off of him. She
sucked hard, trying to stay attached to his penis, to no avail.
She looked into his eyes with desperation in her face.
"Please..." she said.
Richard shook his head. "Tsk, tsk. Young lady, when will you
learn?"
Jennifer only moaned in frustration as he turned her around and
marched him through the house, holding her arms behind her back.
What kind of a man turns down a blow job? she wondered.
They arrived at a door that she had never seen unlocked. He
took a keyring out of his pocked and unlocked it.
He guided her inside and turned the light on. Almost
immediately, she knew that this must be his bedroom. Maybe he is
going to unlock me after all, she hoped.
There was a large king sized bed with satin sheets and
pillowcases. It had four huge bedposts, and connected to each of
them was a chain ending in a wrist or leg cuff. There were two huge
dressers, a large wall mirror, and three other doors that she guessed
led to either bathrooms or closets.
On the opposite side of the room from the bed were several
wooden racks with eyebolts, straps, and other points of attachments
for a victim. She did not get much of a chance to study it as he
walked her over to the foot of the bed.
There, she could see that a pair of fur lined wrist cuffs were
suspended from the ceiling by a chain. She only moaned as he took
wrists one at a time and locked them into place above her head.
Her arms were almost completely outstretched above her. She
could relax her shoulders, but not much else. As for moving, she
could walk about two feet in any direciton, and twirl around, but
that was about it.
As she stood there, Richard dug in a dresser drawer and pulled
out a gag. This one was made out of leather with a wide but short
rubber phallus built into it. As he brought it up to her face, she
resigned herself to her fate and let him put it in her.
This one also had a breathing hole, she noticed as he fastened
it in place. This was good, because her nose was starting to become
congested.
Richard left her there teetering on her locked-on heels and went
to one of his dressers. He brought out what looked to be an
electrical device of some sort. It had several knobs on front, and
two electrical cords protruding.
What the hell is that? she wanted to say, but the gag only let
mumbles come out. Richard walked to the foot of the bed and leaned
over to fish an extension cord out from underneath it.
She could only watch and wonder as he plugged the device into
the extension cord. A couple of lights went on as he plugged it in.
She could also see some sort of glowing numeric LED display. She saw
him play with the knobs until he stopped with a look of satisfaction
on his face. He put the device down and slid it a few feet under the
bed.
Richard then took the other cord and brought it up to her
chastity belt. There must have been some sort of receptacle there
that she had failed to notice, because the phallus inside of her
suddenly started to vibrate intensely.
"Mmmngh!" she said through the gag. She had heard of vibrators,
but never had the courage to get one for herself. As she writhed
there, he returned to his dresser and came back with another set of
restraints.
She barely noticed as he locked the leg cuffs on to her legs.
Only when she tried to kick her leg up did she realize that her legs
were tied together with less than six inches of play between them.
Richard left the room and turned off the lights, shutting the
door behind her. The only light was from the dim glow of the
readouts on the box under the bed.
She soon realized what the purpose of the device was. She
ground her hips around, trying to climax. But right before she made
it, the device turned the vibrations off, leaving her wet and
dripping in her dark prison. She panted through her gag and heaved
against her corset. More than once she lost her balance in the
heels, but that only resulted in pressure on her arms until she
righted herself.
Minutes later, the vibrations started again. This time, she was
able to climax before the device turned the power off again.
For unknown hours, the box toyed with her. There seemed to be
no pattern to the things bursts of power. Sometimes, she could
climax, once, twice, or even three times. Then there was a long
stretch of brief bursts that left her sobbing through her gag and
struggling against the corset for breath.
She twisted around furiously during the next surge of
electricity, and felt the cord wrapping around her. She kept turning
the same way, on tiptoes in the heels, pulling the cord around her
until she felt something budge. The lights on the box went out, and
the vibrations stopped.
She sagged in relief, as the buzzing in her crotch died. Then,
as the silence endured, she became worried. What is Richard going to
do when he finds me like this? she wondered.
Probably think of something even more twisted, spoke up a
cynical little corner of her mind.
She endured in silence, trying to find some way to get
comfortable. Several minutes of squirming demonstrated the
impossibility of that.
Finally, after an eternity of suspended agony, she heard
footsteps from outside. She twiched and twisted in place, and saw
him as he entered the room.
He walked up to her and shook his head again. "Jennifer,
Jennifer. I just don't understand," he said as he untangled the cord
that was wound around her. After a minute or so, he bent down and
inspected the box. It did not look damaged, and he managed to get it
to work again by simply plugging it back into the extension cord.
"I was careless, I see," she said. Jennifer tried to sigh in
relief, but the gag and the corset interfered. "Don't worry. I will
do better next time. I learn from my mistakes." Somehow, this was
not at all comforting to her.
He went over to the dresser and returned with a length of nylon
cord. He took one end of it and tied it to one of the two bedposts
at the foot of the bed. Then, he went behind her and tied it to the
narrow piece of leather that went between her butt cheeks.
Continuing, he took the other end of the cord and tied it to the
other bedpost at the foot of the bed.
Jennifer quickly realized that this would prevend her from
repeating her previous stunt. The nylon cord would run out of slack
in less than two rotations, leaving her very uncomfortably
constricted.
All she could do is moan in protest. "You leave me a bit
puzzled, dear Jennifer," he said. "You told me that you were horny,"
he said. "If you would have been paitent, I would have showed you
how to use the vibrator yourself.
"But you were impatient, and needed to be punished. I gave you
the pleasure that you desired... I thought. Did I err?"
Did I err? Don't you know what you've been putting me through?!
she thougut furiously.
"Here is my quandary," he said. "Your punishment must continue,
of course, for your misbehavior. But do you want to be plugged back
in, or do you wish to continue your punishment without any
distractions?"
She could only stare at him. What a decision! It was hard for
her to decide which would be worse.
"One grunt means that you wish silence. Two will indicate that
you wish it to be plugged back in."
She moaned once immediately. Then, after a long pause, she
grunted again.
Why did I do that? she wondered as he set up the box again and
plugged her in.
