(m/f, corset, heels, rubber, bondage, sex)

"So, Miss Brooks, why are you applying for this job?" Jennifer looked down at her
hands when she replied. "Mister Hane... I think that I would be very good at this
job." He stared at her, and Jennifer met his gaze for a moment. before looking
away again. "Did you understand all of the requirements that I have for this
position?" Jennifer fidgeted with the sleeve on her blouse. "I think so. You are
looking for a maid to work in your household. To cook and clean and that sort of
thing." There was a short silence. "Is that it?" Jennifer swallowed hard. "W...
what do you mean?" Mister Hane sighed. "If you had not figured that out from my
letter, I think that we should end this interview now." "No! Please!" Jennifer
said, raising her voice for the first time. "I really need this job! It's the
only one with a decent enough salary..." "So it's just the money you want."
Jennifer's chin quivered as she spoke. "What else do you want from me?" she said,
looking him in the eye. "Does it have something to do with that little notecard
you put in the envelope?" She saw him nod slightly. "I really haven't been out on
my own very long. If you could just explain it to me, maybe I could understand
it." Mister Hane sat in thought. He slid his chair back away from the desk and
stood up. "You've put me into an uncomfortable situation," he said. "Please,
Richard," she said, using his first name, "give me a chance." Richard Hane looked
her over closely. She was a young woman, probably no more than twenty one years
of age. She had medium length curly brown hair that framed a soft, round face.
Two green eyes looked out from it, meeting his eyes briefly before darting away.
She wore a pretty pink stitched white blouse with a light brown skirt. Her
matching shoes had inch long square heels, and her feet were twitching,
nervously. "If you are indeed serious about this..." "I am!" she said. "I should
tell you that there is a reason for the high salary that I am offering. I am
looking for something more than just a housekeeper. I am looking for someone to
do more... personal services." "What?" Jennifer said, confused. "What kind of
personal services?" After a few seconds, another thought crossed her mind. "I'm
not a hooker!" she said. "I never accused you of that," he said, as he walked
over to her. "If I allowed you to take the job, when could you start?" "Right
away!" she said. A slight smile came across his face. "What if I said that I
would like you to start immediately. Right now." She looked up at him. "But my
things are still at my apartment..." Richard did not say anything. "I... guess
that I don't really have much there, come to think about it. Except my
clothes..." "That will be taken care of." Richard gestured for her to get up. "I
have a contract ready for you to sign." "A contract?" she said, as she stood up.
A smile was forming on her face. "You're going to give me the job?" "If you want
it, after I explain a few things." He went over to his desk and took out several
papers from a drawer. "You can read the contract first, of course, before signing
anything." Jennifer started to read, then shook her head. "This is gibberish. It
looks like a lawyer wrote it. Can you just explain it to me?" "Certainly. Pages
one and two describe the length and terms of service, and the compensation. In
essence, the length of time is one year. The payment is $150,000, payable in full
at the end of the time. During this time, all of your expenses will be covered
and room and board will be provided. Should you choose to break the contract, the
payment will be greatly diminished, only $2000 per month worked. However, should
I dismiss you early, without you breaking any of the conditions of the contract,
you are entitled $12,500 per month worked. Oh, this position is considered to be
a salaried position." "One hundred fifty..." she said in a low voice. "Pages
three and four describe the duties that are to be expected of you. Failure to
perform these duties is grounds for your dismissal, with the lower compensation
being given to you." "What are the duties?" Jennifer asked. "They include all of
the typical duties of a housekeeper. Cooking, cleaning, making the beds, and the
like. You will be considered to be on duty 24 hours a day, seven days a week,
though of course you will be given time to yourself. Additionally, there is a
dress code associated with this position, and the uniforms will be provided."
"Dress code? That doesn't sound like a big deal. Where do I sign?" "Right here,"
he said, handing her a pen. She signed the four sheets of paper without reading
any more of it. "I will make copies of this for both of us," he said, as he put
the papers back into his desk. "Let me show you to your room." There was a
stairway up to the second floor, but Richard led her to a doorway that was on the
first floor. As he followed him, he had a chance to examine his walking profile.
He seemed to be in good physical shape, and she decided that he had a very cute
butt. "This will be your room," he said. "Your first assignment is inside. You
will find a tape measure and a sheet of paper. Please measure yourself as
indicated on the sheet, so that we can have your uniforms made up. After that,
you can have the rest of the day off to yourself. Just report back here first
thing tomorrow morning. Oh," he said, opening up another drawer of his desk.
"Here is a five hundred dollar advance on your salary." Jennifer took the offered
money, with a bit of disbelief in her eyes. "Really?" she said. "Really," he
replied. "Just be back here at nine o'clock in the morning."

Jennifer looked at the outfit on the bed in disbelief. "This is a dress code?"
she said aloud. Richard had left her alone in her bedroom to prepare for the day.
Jennifer picked up the first item and examined it. It was a pair of black patent
shoe with a black stiletto heel that were easily five inches long. The other one
was still on the bed. There were two straps on it, one an ankle strap and the
other was a mid strap. Both had small buckles on them. A pair of fishnet
pantyhose was also there. She walked around the bed, and picked up the last item.
It was a one piece french maid uniform. It was made of a shiny black vinyl
material, and still had a strong plastic smell. The sleeves were long, and the
skirt had a very full crinoline sewn right into it. Jennifer thought about
walking out right then, and confronting Mr Hane. But then she remembered the five
hundred dollars that she had just spent last night. "Oh, god, what if I had to
give it back?" she whispered aloud. She did some mental math and mumbled as she
did it. "If I leave, I get $2000 a month. That's about $500 a week. So I just
have to do this for a week, and then I can get out of here." With a sigh, she
took her clothes off. First, the fishnet stockings. The feeling was a bit odd as
she slipped them on. She couldn't remember ever having worn fishnets before.
Next, she unzipped the vinyl maids outfit and put it on. It fit rather tightly
around the waist. She had some trouble zipping it up. Last, she sat down as she
put on the shoes and buckled the straps. As she stood up, she had to grab ahold
of the bedpost to balance herself. "God, how am I going to walk in these things?"
As she walked over to the door, she saw herself in the full length mirror that
was attached to the back of the door. The dress was form fitting around the
waist, and the skirt was extremely full. But it barely came down low enough to
hide her privates. In front, it was cut so low that it barely covered her
nipples. "If I bend over, everyone's going to see me!" she said. She saw her own
ankles wobble as she tried to balance in the heels. Slowly, she opened the door
and stepped outside of her room. She heard the sound of a voice from the kitchen,
so she slowly walked towards it, making sure to stay near a wall. Richard was
there, talking on the phone. When he saw Jennifer enter, he ended his
conversation and hung up. "That will do," he said, walking over to her.
Jennifer's face was flushed with embarassment as she stood there. "What should I
do?" she said to fill the silence. She was almost expecting him to fondle her, or
say something lewd. "I'm in the mood for a late breakfast," he said. "Ham and
cheese omlet with just a few onions. You should find everything in the
refrigerator, and the cookware is in the cabinets below the microwave." She was
surprised by this. But then again, she didn't know what to expect. "Mister Hane?"
she asked as she slowly walked toward the refrigerator. "Why do you have a dress
code... like this?" He smiled a bit at this, and looked at the ceiling as he
thought of a reply. "Well, I'm a rich man. I know what I like to see. And, to be
quite honest, I like the way that you look when wearing that." She opened up the
refrigerator and started to hunt for ingredients. There was the butter, the eggs,
the cheese..."Am I going to have to dress up like this every day?" she asked.
"No, definitely not," he said, and she let out a sigh of relief. "This is just
what we could get on short notice. More will be arriving." More? she thought.
More what? Her mind took a different turn as she remembered him calling himself a
'rich man'. "Are you married?" she asked as she closed the refrigerator door.
"Actually, no," he said. "I haven't met the right person yet."

****

She slowly walked back into her room and closed the door behind her. "My feet are
killing me," she said. She tried to kick them off, but was reminded of the fact
that there were straps keeping them in place. Jennifer sat down on the bed and
unbuckled her shoes. She sighed in relief as she threw the shoes across the room.
Her hands massaged her feet and ankles for several minutes. She took some time to
survey the room. She had not paid much attention to her room before, as she had
had other things on her mind. There was a stereo system, a television, a huge
dresser, and the king sized bed that she was now sitting on. As she fumbled with
the zipper at the back of her outfit, she noticed that there was a door ajar that
led to a private bathroom. She slid her hot sweaty body out of the vinyl maids
outfit and took off the fishnets. "A bath!" she said, and raced in the nude to
the bathroom. All of the fixings for a long bath were there, which included a
huge whirlpool bathtub. After filling the tub, she slid in and let the swirling
hot water take the tension out of her body. She thought back to her day. Richard
was with her most of the day, showing her the house as he had her do chores. It
was just cleaning, dusting, cooking, and the like. Every time that she bent over,
she could feel his eyes on her buttocks. But he never said anything about it, and
he never touched her once. She had to conclude that Richard was an attractive
man. He was a touch over six feet tall, with dark brown eyes and a full set of
hair. From what she could gather of his phone conversations, she concluded that
he was some kind of investor, making his money by moving stocks and bonds around.
As she relaxed, she thought about her own situation. She was in the house of a
rich perverted vouyer, walking around in an embarassing outfit for his eyes only.
Rich single perverted vouyer, she reminded herself. He should be able to afford
more servants, she thought, but she had not seen anyone else in the huge house.
There must be at least thirty rooms, she thought. Then there was the money. She
had been out on her own for almost six months, but had lost her job a couple of
months ago. With unpaid bills everywhere, she was about to lose her apartment.
Then, the only place she could have gone is back to her mother's house. No! I'm
not going back to live with that witch! she said. She realized that she wouldn't
have to move back, if she stayed here. This was a live in position, and she had
used the advance to pay some of her back rent. The woman at the desk had given
her another month to come up with the rest. Wouldn't it be nice to move
everything in here? a part of her thought. I wouldn't have to pay any rent, there
would a big check at the end, and I would work for cute boss! Then she looked out
into the bedroom and saw the shoes on the floor and the black vinyl maid's outfit
on the bed. "Let's make a decision after a week," she said out loud.

When she got out of the bathtub, she could not find her street clothes anywhere.
Out of habit, she put away the maid's outfit and shoes in the huge but empty
walk-in closet before going to bed.

She awoke to the sound of a knock at the door. "Who is it?" she said loudly.
"It's nine thirty," came Richard's voice from the other side of the door. "You
should have been out here a half of an hour ago." Hurriedly, she left the bed and
went to the door. Then she realized that she was completely naked. With a moment
of hesitation, she turned and went to the closet. "I'll be out in a minute!" The
fishnets, black vinyl maid's outfit, and five inch spiked shoes were on in a
couple of minutes. When she emerged from the room, still wobbly on her heels, she
saw Richard waiting for her just outside her doorway. "Late the second day on the
job," he said. "We'll have to do something about that." I can't lose this job
yet! she thought to herself. Is he going to fire me? Richard shook his head and
said nothing more of it. "Move along and get breakfast started," he said. "I'll
be there soon." She saw Richard pick up a large cardboard box and walk into her
room. She was about to ask him about it, then thought better of it and headed for
the kitchen, still unsure in the high stiletto heels. As she cooked, she thought
that she heard the sound of power tools. She had finished breakfast for two and
was still waiting for him. She was hungry, so she sat down and started to nibble
on her toast. Richard walked in and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. "I
see that you're sitting down on the job," he said. Jennifer quickly jumped to her
feet, and had to grab the table for support. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "That
can be remedied," he said. She looked at him, but he offered no explanation. He
sat down next to her and started to eat. "If there were guests, you would be
expected to serve us and then eat privately later. But as there are no guests, we
can be informal here." Somewhat calmed, she sat back down. Breakfast went quickly
as both of them wolfed down their food. "As you might have guessed yesterday,
your uniform is incomplete -- something of a stopgap. I apologize for this. Your
first complete uniform is now here. If we could go to your room?" "I guess so,"
she said, with less than full enthusiasm. If this was a stopgap, what is the real
thing going to be like? As she walked beside him, she suddenly lost her balance
on her heels. Almost instantly, Richard grabbed ahold of her by the arm and waist
and steadied her. "Are you all right?" he said, releasing her. "I'm fine," she
replied. Between the slip and his touch, there was a wash of energy going through
her. She wasn't sure what to make of it. "Out of curiosity," she asked as they
entered her room, "where are the clothes that I wore here?" "In storage," he
replied. "I don't think that you'll be needing them anytime soon." She saw that
there had been changes to the room. There was a similar yet subtly different
outfit laid out for her on the bed. And on one of the walls to the room, there
was now a solid block of metal attached to it. From it emerged a long metal chain
with a keyring attached to the end of it. There were a dozen or so keys on the
keyring. "I will leave you alone to dress after I have explained it," he said.
"The stockings are essentially the same. The shoes, however, are slightly
different," he said as he picked up one of the two shoes. It was also a black
patent leather shoe with, if anything, a higher heel than the ones that she was
wearing. There were two straps, one of which ended with a D-ring, but no buckles.
"If you would sit down?" She sat down, and allowed him to take off her shoes. She
noticed that on the bed there were several small padlocks, as well as a black
satin object with lacing that took her a moment to recognize. A corset? Jennifer
flushed suddenly as she realized that Richard had a clear view of her crotch. He
did not comment, and put one of the shoes on her. "These straps work like so," he
said demonstrating them. He wrapped them around her ankles, then around the
middle of the foot. He joined the two straps right in front of the heel
underneath the shoe. "and this ring goes through this slot," he said. "But won't
they just slip off?" she asked. Richard reached up and took one of the small
padlocks. He put it through the ring and snapped it closed. "It won't come off
until it's unlocked," he said. "Why?" she asked. Richard took the other shoe and
put it on her foot. "Because I like my hired help to be in uniform, at all times
while on duty," he said. "And in the contract, it states that you are to be in
uniform at all times that you are outside of your quarters here." She wanted to
voice an objection, but couldn't seem to get it out. As he locked the second one
on her foot, she asked, "Where is the key?" "Right over there," he said, pointing
to the keyring on the chain. "When you are through with your duties, you can take
them off at your leisure." "I see," was all that she could say. He picked up the
corset and another maid's outfit. This one was also constructed of shiny black
PVC with long sleeves and a very full red crinoline was sewn into it. But the
outfit continued all the way up to the neck. The zipper was in the back, like the
one she wore now, with a large loop pull on the zipper. At the top of the outfit,
in back, there was a metal ring sewn into the fabric next to the zipper. "You
should put on the corset first," he said, "and snug it up. Then, when you put on
the maid's outfit, use one of the padlocks to connect the zipper to the metal
ring." So I can't unzip it, she finished mentally. "Is the key also there?" she
said, pointing to the keyring. He nodded. "I'll leave you now to change," he
said, and left her there. She stood up, and was even more wobbly than before.
"These are even *higher*," she said aloud. She had never worn a corset before.
This one had front busks and back lacing. It had built in support for the lower
half of each breast, and extended down well past her bellybutton. With some
struggling, she managed to get the front busks closed. She remembered that the
back laces were for tightening it. She hoped that she didn't have to use that.
Jennifer unzipped the maid's outfit, stepped into it, and tried to zip it up. The
zipper barely moved. Jennifer saw that the only way she could get the shiny black
maid's outfit on was to lose at least three inches of waistline. Jennifer
struggled with the pullers on the corset for a good ten minutes. She pulled
herself to what she thought was very tight, only to have the zipper on the maid's
outfit jam. Frustrated, she tried it again. This happened six times, and she
nearly came to the point of tears. There was a knock on the door. "How are you
doing?" came Richard's voice. "I can't get this thing on!" she said. "Would you
like some help?" he said. "Yes!" she said, before thinking about it. As Richard
opened the door, it was too late for her to change her mind. "What seems to be
the problem?" he asked. "I can't get this tight enough," she said as she waved
the corset string in front of her. "Let's see what we can do about that," he
said. "Turn around and grab ahold of one of the bedposts, please? And keep ahold
of the strings, if you would." She complied, and felt him tightening the strings
all along the top and the bottom of the corset. Then, with a strong pull, she
felt her waist constricting." Jennifer struggled to breath against the corset,
but it was only with difficulty that she could seem to get enough air. "Let's try
it now," he said. He pulled the black maid's outfit up on her and she put her
arms into it. It was a tight fit, but he managed to get the zipper all the way
up. "And the lock," he said, taking a padlock and locking the zipper in place.
Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a woman with flushed red
cheeks, but what caught her eye was the figure. Her breasts were much more
prominent than they ever had been before, which was accentuated by the narrow
waist that she now had. Wow, do I look sexy! she thought with surprise.

****

It was lunchtime, and the two of them sat down to eat. Jennifer had prepared
potato salad and sandwiches. Jennifer found herself being full in spite of the
lack of breakfast. It must be the corset, she thought to herself. "Mister Hane,"
she said. "You can call me Richard," he said with a smile. "Richard," she said
back, also smiling. "I was wondering when I would be able to get all of my stuff
out of my apartment?" she asked. "Tonight, if you would like," Richard said. "You
should be able to after supper tonight."

Jennifer finished up the last of the dishes. "I'd like to go get my things," she
said, as she headed towards her room. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I was
going to change..." she said, her voice trailing off. She stopped and looked
back. "Could I have my clothes back?" Richard slowly shook his head. "It clearly
states in the contract that you are to be in uniform at all times except when you
are in your room here," he said. "I'm afraid that I cannot make an exception."
"I'm supposed to go out like this?!" she exclaimed. "You don't have to go out at
all," he said. "That's your choice. But the rules are the rules." "Let me see
that contract!" she exclaimed. "Certainly," he replied. The two of them walked to
his study, and Richard took the contract papers out of his desk. "Right here," he
said. With horror, she saw that he was right. Additionally, she saw in the
paragraph above that the definition of uniform was essentially whatever kinky
outfit that he chose to provide to her on a given day. What have I got myself
into? Jennifer wondered.

Jennifer did not quit. Instead, she waited until nearly midnight before leaving
for her apartment. When she had asked for her keys, Richard has calmly complied.
Trying to walk on the sidewalk at night in nearly six inch heels was not easy.
And when she got to her car, the rigid corset prevented her from bending her
waist and she nearly banged her head on the doorway of the car trying to get in.
With the heels, she had trouble using the pedals of her stick shift car as she
pulled out of Mr. Hane's driveway. Once she was on her way, it became easier. She
saw a parked police vehicle on the side of the road, and quickly looked at her
speedometer. "Six over," she said. "Aaah! And I don't have a license on me!" She
clutched the wheel in terror and brought her car back to the speed limit. In her
rear view mirror, she saw the police car pull out and start to follow her.
"Please don't pull me over," she whispered. She could just imagine what the story
in the paper the next day would be like if she was brought in looking like this.
It was twenty minutes of terror as she made her way to her apartment. The police
car followed her all the way to the parking lot of her apartment, but did not
turn on his lights. Jennifer parked her car and waited. The police car did a
circle around the parking lot, but then exited and drove off. Whew! There was no
one else around, so she left the car with her keys in her hand and headed for her
apartment. She was on the second floor, and she found out that climbing stairs in
the shoes was not easy. She fumbled nervously with the keys as she tried to open
her door while also keeping a lookout for any late night travellers. She entered
and closed the door behind her. A flip of the light switch revealed a rather bare
one bedroom apartment. For living room furniture, a single ratty recliner faced a
small beat-up television. There was a smell from the kitchen that she knew was
from dirty dishes left unwashed. She headed to her bedroom, and went to the
closet. "What to bring, what to bring..." She saw that there were very few clean
clothes in the closet. Most of them were dirty and in the hamper or on the floor.
She took one of the few clean blouses, a skirt and a pair of pants. Then she
walked over to her dresser and selected some underwear and a nightgown. Her feet
were really starting to kill her. She sat down on her unmade bed and tried to
massage her feet. But with the corset on, she couldn't quite reach her feet. With
a sigh, she laid down on the bed and rested for a minute. It felt so good to lay
down and get the weight off her feet...

Jennifer woke up to the warm feeling of sunlight on her face. It took her a
moment to understand the significance of it. "Oh, god! What time is it?" Her
bedroom clock showed that it was five minutes to ten. She couldn't go outside
like this in daylight! Jennifer rolled over and picked up the phone. It was very
awkward to do that in the corset. She needed to call Richard Hane and tell him
that she couldn't come in today. The silence of a dead phone greeted her ear. She
realized that she had not sent any money to the phone company in several months.
There was no way that she could call Richard and explain what had happened. Panic
and indecision gripped her. If she headed back now, she would be late. He might
fire her, and then she would be up a creek without a paddle. But if she stayed
here, with no explanation, she would be fired for sure. She'd be left with no
income source and a pathetic little apartment. With unwilling resolve, she got
out of bed and took a few seconds to readjust to walking in the locked-on
stiletto heels. She dumped out a clothesbasket full of dirty clothes and put last
night's selections and her keys into the basket. Jennifer went over to her door
and cracked it open, looking and listening for anyone in the hallway. No one was
around. With difficulty, she opened the door and walked outside. She had to take
the stairs down very slowly. With each tentative step, she grew more and more
worried that someone might see her. Finally, the first floor. Now, if there was
no one in the parking lot... The sound of a door opening up behind her sent her
heart pounding. Her breath quickened and her chest fought against the confines of
the corset. Making a quick decision, she walked forward and tried to ignore it.
She could not see where she was walking, and she felt one of her shoes land on
something slippery. With limbs flailing and clothes scattering, she fell forward.
She landed with her rear in the air, exposing all to whomever was behind her. She
struggled to right herself. "Let me help you up!" came the voice of a familiar
male voice. God no! Don't let him see me like this! She turned and looked up into
the familiar face of Eric Kaller. He was only a couple of years older than she
was, and lived on the first floor. They had gone out on a few dates, and she kind
of liked him. There was a look of shocked recognition on his face. "Jennifer?" he
said. "What the... why...?" She could feel a hot flush on her face. "Help me up,
please?" she asked. He took her hands and helped to her feet. She was surprised
to find out that she was actually taller than him in these shoes. "What are you
doing dressed up like that?!" he asked, loudly. "It's May. A little early for
Halloween, isn't it?" "It's a long story," she said, lamely. She tried to bend
over to pick up one of her nightgowns, but couldn't manage it in the corset and
heels. She nearly fell over again in the process. "Let me help," Eric said
eagerly. He bent over and quickly threw her things into the clothes basket. She
noticed that he had missed her keys. "Could you hand me my keys?" she asked. Eric
fetched her keys with alacrity. She heard the sound of another door opening up.
"What's all the commotion out here?" came a female voice. Jennifer turned her
head, and saw yet another familiar face. "My god!" said the older woman. Jennifer
lost her composure and panicked. As Eric was picking up her clothes basket, she
ran for the door. Incredibly, she did not fall while doing this. She pushed the
door open and headed for her car as quickly as her spiked heel shoes would allow.
There must have been a dozen people in the parking lot that witnessed her. As she
ran, the skirt of her shiny maid's outfit bounced up and down, revealing her
crotch and buttocks to all that cared to see. She nearly fell over trying to
stop. Her keys were still in her hands, and she managed to shove one of them into
the lock and open up the door. She banged her head getting into the car, but
shook it off in a moment. She saw Eric running towards her, with her basket.
"Your stuff!" he said. But she didn't wait for him. Jennifer jammed the key into
the ignition and almost ran him over on her way out of the parking lot. She was
panting furiously as she drove out of the parking lot. The combination of
strenuous activity with the corset was almost too much for her. For a long
moment, her head started to swim, and a part of her wondered if she was going to
pass out and get into an accident. Fortunately, she did not. She calmed down, and
in less than a half of an hour, she was back at the Hane household. I've never
been so embarassed in my life! she thought to herself. I can't go back there!

Chapter 2

"This is only your second full day of work, and already you have been late twice.
Do you have any explanation?" Richard asked while he stared at her intently.
Jennifer looked at the floor. "Well, I was trying to get some of my stuff, but I
got there so late. I just wanted to rest for a minute... and I fell asleep."
"What am I going to do with you?" he asked. "You know that this is grounds for
dismissal." Dismissal. I would have no money, no apartment. I couldn't go back
there even if I had money. That means living with mother. "NO! Please, don't fire
me!" "I don't think that you're taking this job very seriously," he said. "You
are being paid a premium wage for your services. At least you should be able to
do your job in a professional manner." "I do take this job seriously! Please,
don't fire me! I'll do anything!" she said. "There is an alternative to
dismissal," he said. "Anything," she said. Richard thought for a long moment,
composing his words. "I could let this go with disciplinary action. You will be
punished for your tardiness." "Punished?" she asked. "Would you prefer to leave?"
he asked. Jennifer swallowed hard, then shook her head. "Wait here," he said. She
stood and waited as he left his den. She steadied herself by leaning on the desk
and taking some of the weight off of her shoes. I wonder how ripe I am? I have
been sweating in this outfit for over a day now! Within a few minutes, he
returned with a large bundle of rope and something that looked like a rubber ball
with a strap going through it. He put it all down on his desk and pulled a chair
from the edge of the room to the center of the room. "Come over here," he said.
Slowly, she complied. "Stand behind the chair, and bend over," he said. The back
of the chair came nearly up to her crotch. She was able to do it, but it was very
uncomfortable in the corset to do it. He took the rope and tied her hands to the
front legs of the chair. He pulled the rope tight first and bent her over even
further, and she had to gasp for breath. Next, he tied her ankles to the back
legs of the chair. She was now stretched out and bent over like she was trying to
touch her toes. "I don't like this," she said. "This is a punishment. You are not
supposed to like it," he said. "And you're not supposed to talk while you're
being punished. Now, open wide," he commanded. Jennifer hesitated for a moment,
then did so. He put the rubber ball into her mouth and put the straps around the
back of her head. She felt him pull the straps tight and buckle them together.
"Mmmm! Nnng! Mmmmnm!" was all that she was able to say. She found herself
struggling for breath and very uncomfortable. She struggled against the ropes,
but could not budge them an inch. She bit against the gag. The ball yielded
slightly, but she could not get it out. She heard him walk behind her. Jennifer
tried to crane her neck around and see what he was doing, but the shiny black
vinyl of the still very wide skirt kept her from seeing anything. Somehow, she
could almost feel his eyes looking at her exposed butt. "That should make a good
view," he said. He went to his desk and sat down, still behind Jennifer. She
heard the shuffle of papers, then heard him pick up the phone and dial. How long
is this going to last? she wondered.

Her stomach was grumbling with hunger and her muscles were aching from the
position. "All right," Richard said. "I think you've learned your lesson." First,
he took out the ball gag, and Jennifer's jaw muscles were immediately grateful.
Then he untied her legs from the chair. She kicked her legs up in the air for a
moment to try to get some circulation back in her feet, even though this put most
of her weight on her crotch area. The arms were last. Richard helped her get back
to her feet. "Oh, am I sore!" she said. "I'm sure that you will get over it.
There is leftover chinese take out in the refrigerator for you. You can go to
your room whenever you're done. And remember, don't be late tomorrow." "Um,
Mister Hane?" she asked as she tried to stretch her legs. "How can I get up on
time when there is no alarm clock in my room? There isn't even a window, for
god's sake!" Richard tilted his head to one side. "Hmmm... You have a point. I
will wake you up tomorrow, then." Jennifer went to the kitchen and found the food
that he had mentioned. She looked outside and saw that the sun had already set.
"How long was I there?" she muttered to herself. From the discomfort in her
bladder, she guessed that it had been quite a long time. After having a light
supper, she relieved herself and made her way back to her room. It took her a
minute or so to use the keys on the keychain in her room to unlock her black
vinyl maid's outfit and her shoes. Getting out of the corset was a struggle. It
took her almost ten minutes to loosen the laces enough to get out of it.
Afterwards, she hung the outfit up in the closet before treating herself to a
nice long bath. Jennifer noticed that her other maid's outfit and shoes had
disappeared from the room. This doesn't seem real, she thought. Here I am, the
strutting around in that outfit for a rich man's amusement, and he doesn't even
feel me up! That thought rolled around for a while. He hasn't felt me up!
Jennifer started to feel vaguely insulted by this. He went through all the
trouble of having me look like that, and then he doesn't even touch me?! She
dried herself off then went to the bedroom and turned on the television. As the
mindless drivel of evening sitcoms passed by, she thought about her employer. He
sure does seem to have a lot of self control, she thought to herself. I wonder
how much? With this thought, and with the TV on, she fell asleep.

Chapter 3

She woke up to the sound of a knock on her door. Jennifer stretched on the
luxuriant king sized bed where she had slept. As she rolled out of bed, her last
night's thoughts came back to her. Well, if he isn't going to give me anything to
sleep in, I guess that I'll have to answer him in the nude, she thought
mischeviously. She walked to the door and opened it wide open. Richard was
standing there, already dressed for the day. "Yes?" she said. He appeared to be
startled, but only for a moment. "Just the wake-up call," he said. "You should
get dressed and start in on the day. There is no need to make breakfast for me,
however. I have some errands to run, so I will be back later." She nodded and
smiled. He looked at her from toes to nose, and smiled a faint smile. Then he
turned away and walked out of sight. Jennifer almost closed the door, but
listened intently through the crack. When she heard the sound of the heavy front
doors closing, she opened her door and scampered naked through the house. "I can
dress up later," she thought to herself. Jennifer took this time to explore the
house on her own and without the discomfort of the outfit. She found two locked
doors, but the rest of the house was accessible to her. The house was a vast
sprawling one and a half story mansion with a large in-ground pool in the back
yard. If there was a basement, it was behind the locked door. His bedroom was
probably behind the other one, Jennifer inferred. The decorations in the house
seemed almost bare and impersonal, except for his den. That room had his large
oak desk with the cozy fireplace and myriad of bookshelves. There was a computer
tucked away in a corner cabinet that was hidden unless the cabinet doors were
opened. There were several chairs for guests here, including the one that she had
been tied to yesterday. To her surprise, one of the desk drawers was unlocked.
She was expecting to find her contract, but that was not there. Instead, there
was a pile of financial papers that had some very large numbers on them. She sat
down on his chair and studied them. Math and accounting were not her strong
points, but when she found the bottom lines, they were easy to interpret. "God!
It looks like he's worth over fifty million. Easy!" she said aloud. And there
were references to other funds and holdings owned by Richard. As she dug deeper
into the drawer, she found a folded note in the back recess.

From: Lexington Personal Services.

To: Richard Hane

Although our resources are large, we regret to inform you that we cannot find any
candidates that meet your requirements in a spouse. If your requirements change
in any way, feel free to contact us with your new requirements. As always, your
confidentiality is assured.

Personal services? He's placing *personal* ads to try to find a wife? This
baffled her. Why would a good looking *loaded* man need to be using personal ads?
Then a thought occurred to her. He's loaded. He's single. He's looking for a
wife. And I'm here. The thought of being covered with jewels and fur coats
appealed to her. Talk about never going back to mother! And even if it didn't
work out in the long run, she knew from TV that divorcing a rich man was oalmost
always a profitable experience. She heard the sound of a car coming up the
driveway. "Oh, shit!" she said as she jammed the papers back into the drawer and
closed it. She raced back to her room and pulled on the fishnets. I'll only have
a chance to do that if I don't get fired! The black stiletto heels were put on
next, then locked on. Then the corset busk. Then the corset lacing... I wasn't
able to get the corset on before without him, she thought. Damn, damn, damn...
Wait a minute... If he left right away, how was I supposed to get it on myself?
She tugged the corset puller strings and tried to close the gap. Experimentally,
she tied the strings and tried to put on the maid's outfit. It wouldn't go.
Putting on her best little girl face, she walked out of her room that way. The
black vinyl maid's outfit was on but unzipped, and the corset was only partially
tightened.

"My apologies," he said as he pulled the black satin corset tight. She felt the
constriction of her waist again, and it took her a second for her breathing to
adjust. "I was negligent. Even so, you should not have left your quarters without
being fully dressed." He tied the corset strings together. "I'm sorry," she said,
with eyes downcast, and breath rapid. He zipped the shiny maid's outfit up to her
neck, then locked it in place. "No harm done today. I want the house in top shape
today. I'm going to have a few guests over tonight." "Guests?" she asked as she
turned around to face him. The thought of anyone else seeing her this way brought
a red flush to her face. The encounters at her apartment still had her shaken.
"Are they going to see me like this?" she asked. "A bit self-conscious, are we?"
he asked. She blushed and looked down at the floor. "You have nothing to be
self-conscious about, you know. You have a very appealing body, especially when
you are dressed up. But to answer your question, no. They are not going to see
you like that. And you won't have to prepare any food for them, as I am having
dinner catered." She let out a small sigh of relief. It would have been a large
sigh if she would not have been wearing the corset.

The morning ended shortly afterwards and turned into afternoon. Jennifer tried to
made it a point to be cleaning whatever room he was in. When she walked in front
of him, she tried to give an extra wiggle to her butt as she went by. She used
every excuse that she could to bend over and show him her bottom. She even
managed to accidentally bump into him once. At sundown, he told her that it was
clean enough. She watched him carefully for signs that her displays were having
an effect. But there was no hint that he was aroused by it. Jennifer ground her
teeth at this. If that was too subtle for him, how blatant do I have to get?

"I thought that I was going to have off when your guests were here," Jennifer
said. "That is not what I said. I said that 'they are not going to see you like
that'. However, they will see you like something else. You won't even be showing
any skin, so to speak. But if you need convincing, it explicitly states in the
contract that your duties can be required when I entertain guests." Jennifer did
not even bother to ask to see the contract. Somehow, she knew that it was in
there. If I only would have had the patience to read it, she thought. Instead, I
just looked at the number after the dollar sign. Her wage was peanuts compared to
what she guessed he was worth. "If you would care to disrobe, I will get your
evening attire," he said as he left the room. "I assume from this morning that
you don't mind being naked in front of me." She felt a slight flush from this. At
least he noticed that I was naked, she thought. Jennifer unlocked and took off
her maid's outfit. Without removing her corset, it was very difficult for her to
remove her shoes. When he returned, he found her struggling with the back lacings
of the corset. "Still struggling with that? We'll have to see if we can do
something about that," he said as he dropped a box on the bed. With his help, she
was able to get out of the corset in less than a minute. The shoes came off last.
She wriggled her toes and stretched out her feet. "So, what do you have now?" she
asked. She turned to face him and did a little wriggle of her body and jiggle of
her breasts. Richard seemed not to notice. "It's fairly simple, actually. But you
probably will want to take a bathroom break, first, before you dress." She
complied, trying to wiggle her butt as she walked to the bathroom. "First, I
think, should be the pantyhose," he said. She made a production out of sliding
them up her legs slowly. I need to shave my legs, she noted mentally. "Next, the
shoes." Jennifer saw that these shoes were almost identical to her other pair
except that these were made out of a shiny red patent material. They had the
locking straps just like the others. She was not eager to wear them but she put
her feet out for him. He put them on her and locked them in place. "As you might
have guessed, a corset next," he said, pulling out a red satin corset with back
lacing and breast support. She fastened it together herself, and then he started
to tighten it. She noticed right away that it was tighter, and it took him a much
longer time than before to lace the corset up. She had her hands against the
bedpost while he did that. By the time that he was done, she was gasping. "God,
that is tight!" she said. "That is the point," he said. "This is a formal affair,
so gloves as well. He handed her a pair of elbow length red gloves. She was
surprised to feel the distinctive touch of thick rubber. "Rubber gloves? That's
for doing dishes!" she said. Richard looked at her without saying anything. "All
right," she said, as she started to put them on. It took her longer than she
expected. They were tight fitting, and she ended up having to invert the gloves
and roll them on. "And lastly, the dress," he said, pulling out a large red mass
of rubber out of the box. "What the..." she said as he lowered it to the floor
for her to step into. She hesitated before doing this. Richard pulled the dress
up her body. It covered her from ankle to neck with heavy gauge rubber, and it
had long sleeves that came down to her wrists. There was a single zipper in back
that went from just below her butt cheeks to the very top of the neck. As he
zipped it up, she felt it grip her whole body tightly, including her corsetted
waist. When it was fully zipped, he padlocked the zipper to a metal ring at the
top of the neck. The lower portion of the dress was very tight fitting. She took
a couple of experimental steps forward. The maximum separation of her feet was
less than a foot, and her knees half that. Between the hobble dress and the
stiletto heeled shoes, she had to grab ahold of Richard for support. "God," she
said as she looked at her silhouette in the mirror. "I look like a red rubber
Morticia Adams." Except she had a better figure, with that tiny waist and big
bosom. As she breathed, she could see her breasts rise and fall against the tight
rubber. The only part of her skin that was exposed was her face. "That's the
idea," he said. "I'll help you out to the living room where we are going to be
tonight." Progress was very slow for her, with the necessity of taking tiny steps
and balancink in the heels from hell. She leaned against him on the way, and
deliberately fumbled around his body. She managed to get her hand to his crotch
in what appeared to be an accident. It was fairly hard, by her estimation.
Hmmm... she thought to herself. "If you don't mind my asking," she said, "why did
you dress me up this way?" "Why is such a hard question to answer," he said,
carefully guiding her through a doorway. She felt herself becoming hot under the
rubber. This is going to be a long night, she thought to herself. "Could you try
to answer?" "In just a moment," he said. They had emerged in the main living
room. He guided her over to a couch and sat her down there. She could feel the
rubber pulling at her knees and butt as she sat down. "Because I'm a rich man,
and I want to dress you that way." "But why do you want to?" she asked. There was
the loud sound of a doorbell. "That must be our first guests," he said. "You'll
need to get up. Your duty is to greet them at the door, take their coats, and
hang them up in the coat room," he said, pointing to an alcove that was at least
thirty feet away from the doorway. "Invite them to sit down." "In this?" she
asked. "How?" "You'll find a way, I'm sure," he said. "I need to change. I will
be back." "But, but..." she said as he left the room. Taking as deep of a breath
as she could manage, she tried to get to her feet. The tension in the dress at
her knees and rear worked in her favor. She was able to get up, and stabilize
herself in the heels. Slowly and carefully, without support from Richard, she
worked her way towards the door. The doorbell rang again before she was able to
reach it. With an effort, she opened up the door. She had to hold onto the handle
as she backpedaled, or she would have fallen on her rear. There were three men
there in their forties. All were dressed in suits and ties. They seemed surprised
to see her. "Greetings to Mr Hane's household," she improvised. They looked at
each other, then looked at her intently. She felt very uncomfortable standing
there as they looked at her in her tight rubber outfit. "Please, come in."
"Excuse us," said the one of them with the least hair. The three of them entered
the house. "Can I take your coats?" she asked. There was a momentary delay,
before the same man said "Certainly." They took off their coats and handed them
to him. She started the long trek across the floor. Thank god this is hardwood
and not shag carpeting, she thought as she concentrated on balancing in the shoes
and taking one baby step at a time. She thought that she heard whispering from
behind her. She couldn't turn her head enough to look behind her, so she
continued forward. After what felt like an eternity, she made it to the coatroom
and hung up the men's jackets. When she turned around, she saw that all three of
them had not moved and were looking at her. The all too common sensation of a hot
face came over her. "Please, sit down," she said. Two of them did, but the one
that had spoken up originally walked over to her. "Sorry for the rudeness," he
said. "My name is Henry. My associates are John in the blue shirt and Adam in the
white. And you are?" "Oh, I'm just the hired help," she said. Henry was about to
continue, but the doorbell rang again. Henry left her and took a seat next to the
other three. When she finally made it to the doors again, she met two men at the
door. One of which was in his sixties, the other his thirties. The younger man's
eyes widened upon seeing her. The older man just smiled. "Please, come in," she
said. She took their coats and invited them to stay. The older man introduced
himself as Ben, the younger as Collin. She made a second trip to the coat room.
She wiped beads of sweat off of her forehead with one rubber gloved hand. When
she turned around, she saw Richard as he entered the room. "So, you're doing it
properly, at last!" Henry said to Richard as he entered. "You just had to give me
a little time," he replied. Henry turned to Collin. "You're still looking, as I
remember." "Don't remind me of that," Collin replied. "Gentlemen," he said as
Jennifer slowly wriggled towards them. "This is Jennifer. She's a new employee of
mine." There was a chaotic wave of greetings from the seated men. "Nice to meet
you all," she said. "You can return to your room now," he said. She was a little
surprised by this. Richard had obviously went out of his way to display her to
these men. Now why isn't he keeping me here on display? She smelled the odor of
food coming from the kitchen, and the sounds of activity. It must be the
caterers, she thought. I don't really want them to see me like this, she thought.
Then again, I am hungry. The quickest way back to her room was through the
kitchen. But she chose to use a longer route through a side hall. When she neared
her room, the sounds from the kitchen were gone. Hunger got the better of her.
Slowly, she inched her way into the kitchen, staying near a wall whenever
possible. There was a feast fit for a king prepared there. As she prepared a
plate of food to take back to her room, she could make out a few words of the men
conversing in the livingroom. "... I didn't think you could do it, Richard,..."
"...you can be easy on her this time... because it's her first...but then..."
"...you know, it's really to early to tell. You could have to do it yourself next
time..." There was the sound of laughter. "Like last month!" "Oh, fridays are
worth looking forward to." "I'm getting hungry. Where is the food?" This brought
Jennifer out of her listening trance. She made for the door as fast as her shiny
rubber hobble dress and stiletto heels would allow. She just made it around the
corner of the doorway when the sounds of voices filled the kitchen. "Serve
yourself!" she heard Richard saying. No one said anything about seeing her as she
wormed towards her room with a plateful of food. She managed not to tip it over
before she made it in her room. Jennifer put the plate of food down and baby
stepped over to the keyring. She unlocked the zipper, unzipped it, and let her
hot sweaty body experience a blast of fresh air. This corset was even harder to
get out of. It must have taken her almost twenty minutes of panting and tugging
at the cords to loosen it enough to get out of. Finally, the shoes and the
pantyhose. She drew a hot bath for herself, and took her plate with her to the
bathroom. She dined while she relaxed in the swirling hot water. "I wonder what
they were talking about," she said. Out of habit, she hung up the dress and put
away the other articles. Her bedroom was still nearly bare of clothing. The
maid's outfit was still here. She was half expecting that to disappear as well.